Chapter 1
Animals And Children
The medical library contains thousands of case histories of animalism that are available to students studying psychiatry. Animalism with children and teenagers are by far the most incredible. Many studies in the area of animalism have pointed out the strange desire which children display toward animals. A child's sexuality, not yet developed into a mature desire, is extremely explosive and not yet subject to the rules of society.
When children have sexual relations with animals, they differ a great deal from their adult counterparts. Grown people tend to perform any strange practices in private and alone. A great many of the recorded instances of childhood animalism and bestiality occur in a group. It would appear that the children need a communal setting to release their sexual desires.
Two such children were Ted and Lonnie, brother and sister, who lived on the Florida coast. Their father was a research scientist at an animal laboratory. At the time of the series of incidents which I am about to describe, Ted was eleven years old and his sister Lonnie was nine.
Their mother had been dead for many years and their father was carrying on an affair with a young research assistant. He would meet her every afternoon in the large grove of thick trees and shallow swamps behind the laboratory. Unknown to him, Ted and Lonnie had found a secret hiding place where they could watch everything that happened.
They could see their father slip off the young girl's clothes and fondle her beautiful breasts. They could see the beautiful girl kissing and biting every part of his muscular body until she placed her red mouth around his penis. The children watched in wide-eyed fascination as they saw their father's organ grow to a size they did not imagine was possible.
They saw him climb on her and thrust that monumental piece of flesh between the girl's legs, causing her to moan and sigh and cry out. Then the two bodies thrashed and turned about, until the swamp seemed to the children like the battleground of two monstrous lizards.
One particularly hot day, after watching their father and his girl friend, the two children remained in the swamp together. Ted put his hand under his sister's dress in an attempt to emulate his father. He removed all of her clothes and looked down at his sister's naked body.
"You don't have those big things on your chest," he said to Lonnie, sadly, but he bent over and kissed the little nipples that stood like thin dimes on a white table. When he put his hands between her legs, the little girl shivered.
"Don't move," he ordered her.
"What are you looking for?" she asked him.
"Ah, here, I have found it," the young boy announced and he grinned from ear to ear as his fingers slipped into her tiny, delicate vagina.
It was nice to keep his fingers there; it was warm and he wriggled them about. Ted looked down at his penis to see if it had grown to the same size as his father's.
"It is still small," his sister said, laughing, as she touched it with her hand.
"You must kiss it," he commanded. She obeyed his wishes and the boy giggled.
They played like that all afternoon until it got dark. Then they returned to the laboratory. That particular lab studied the effects of certain drugs on monkeys, chimps and orangutans. As the two children passed one of the cages, Ted peered in the small, female monkey resting on a log. She was fairly new, having been shipped up from South America only a few days before. She was a beautiful soft brown color, with a tail that curled prettily around the log. Ted stopped and a pained expression caught his face. He grabbed his sister's hand and thrust it between his legs.
"Feel," he commanded her.
Little Lonnie could feel Ted's penis, suddenly grown to a very large size. She opened his pants and put her hand inside to feel the bare flesh.
"It is very big," she said in awe, as her tiny fingers slid up and down his penis and her beautifully formed thumbs dug into his globes.
Ted moved closer to the cage until he was near enough to put his hands inside.
"Come here, come to me," he called to the monkey. His hands strained toward her as if she were the most succulent piece of fruit.
The monkey hesitated and then approached Ted very slowly.
"Only a little more ... hurry, hurry," he coaxed her.
His sister Lonnie, her eyes wide with interest, began to masturbate her brother, pulling her little hand back and forth against his organ as quickly as possible.
The monkey reached the bars of her cage. Ted touched her soft neck. The poor boy almost wept with childish desire. He pulled her close and placed his lips on her lips. The frightened monkey moved quickly away and watched him for a long time. Then she returned to the boy.
Meanwhile, Lonnie was still occupied with his organ. She became jealous when she saw her brother fondling the monkey and let go of his flesh to fling herself between them.
"You must not do that, Lonnie," the boy admonished, his childish passion doubly excited by his sister's fingers and the soft, velvet hole of the monkey's mouth.
"No, Ted, no," her beautiful little voice quaked with a new-found passion, "I will do like that woman did for Daddy and then you will play only with me."
Immediately upon saying that she bent down and with all the strength and passion of her frail little body, grabbed his penis with her mouth and let it go deep inside her. The poor child gagged and her face flushed. Ted kept his gaze on the monkey which was now turning in its cage, tail twitching wildly.
They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind them. Ted pushed his sister away and began to run. Lonnie anxiously followed him. They were both too scared to look at who was behind them. When they reached their father's house they collapsed on the floor, their little bodies gasping for breath.
That night, in bed, Ted thought of the monkey. He could not get it out of his memory. He thought how nice it would be to have the animal in his room and be able to play with it all the time.
The next day, Ted and Lonnie visited the cage of the small monkey. To their surprise, she was gone. They looked in all the other cages but could not find her anywhere. Finally, Ted went to his father and told him that the monkey was missing. Their father laughed and said that it had only been put in the lab to undergo certain experiments.
The moment their father had spoken these words, the two children burst into tears. They could not stand the idea of that little monkey being subjected to the horrible experiments in the laboratory.
"You must take her out of here," said Ted, grabbing hold of his father's shirt and pulling at it as hard as he could.
"But why?" asked the father.
"We love her, we don't want her to feel pain."
Ted's father looked at him in a strange way and then nodded his head very slowly up and down.
"Alright, I will take her out of the lab."
They followed their father into the sparkling white building where he walked to the cage holding the little monkey. She made funny little noises when she saw them and hid in a corner of the cage.
Ted could feel his little penis harden and without his father seeing, he ran his hand down his sister's buttocks. Lonnie giggled. Their father opened the cage and took the monkey in his arms.
"Well, here she is. What do you want me to do with her?"
"Let me have her for a few days," Ted pleaded. "I will take care of her, I promise."
At first Mr. T. refused, but finally he agreed to let his two children care for the monkey for a few days. Ted and Lonnie leaped on to him, almost delirious with joy and hurried home with the monkey.
That night the monkey slept in a large wooden box beside Ted's bed. The boy had supplied her with fresh fruit and a warm blanket. The children waited until they were sure their father was asleep. Then they got down from their beds and huddled together around the monkey's box.
"Isn't she beautiful?" whispered Ted.
His sister did not answer him, but she nodded her head up and down and looked closely at the monkey.
Ted picked the monkey up and carried her to his bed. Lonnie followed them. The two children sat on the bed with the monkey between them. Ted undressed his sister and let the monkey play between her legs. The animal nuzzled between her thighs and finally her pink tongue found Lonnie's little vagina. The girl cringed when the monkey inserted its tongue.
"Don't be afraid," said Ted. "Let the monkey do anything she wants to."
Reluctantly, the little girl spread her legs wide and the monkey's tongue moved in. Lonnie made strange little noises and the monkey shied away. Ted took hold of her and guided her back to his sister. He placed the monkey's head between Lonnie's legs and pushed it. Then he sat back and giggled as the monkey and his sister made funny sounds. He bent close to the monkey and could see her private opening. His tiny penis began to stiffen. He felt strange noises in his stomach. The boy was caught in the grip of a sexual passion. The monkey had somehow made him feel the most powerful of urges. He was confused. He looked at the monkey's opening and moved closer. He could see the monkey's head buried between his sister's legs and the tongue moving faster and faster. Summoning all the strength in his body, he pulled the monkey away from his sister. His penis had grown hard and large and he ran his hands over the monkey's body to find her vagina. Then he found it and he climbed into her.
The monkey shriveled up in fear when Ted's penis entered her and the sad, animal cries that filled the room were pathetic. She bit the boy on the neck and arms, trying to escape from him, but it was no use. The unusual boy upon her, drove his virgin penis into her, deeper and deeper.
Lonnie became frightened at the sight of her brother's smooth body entering that hairy monkey and she began to scream. Ted looked at her, spit drooling down his face and his eyes bulging and yelled at her to be quiet. But it was too late. They could both hear the steps of their father running through the hallway. He burst into the room. The young boy and the monkey were still joined. Ted would not withdraw his penis. The passion still gripped him and he did not care who was in the room. He would not let go of that hairy little vagina.
Mr. T. stopped for a moment, shocked, when he realized what was happening. Then he raced over to the bed and separated the two bodies. Grabbing the monkey by one leg, he whirled her around his head and dashed her to the ground, killing her instantly. The wild screams of Ted and Lonnie filled the room.
In the days following the incident Mr. T. did not say a word to the children. He reasoned that it was just one of these strange incidents which happens once and never happen again.
But he was wrong. Once his children had discovered their own feeling toward monkeys and apes, they spent their whole day near the cages looking for animals that would appeal to them. At night, they would sneak out of the house and climb into the cage.
Lonnie fell in love with a large chimp who had been in the laboratory for many years. They brought the animal fruits and other delicacies. Then the little girl would back up against the chimp and he would plunge his furry member between her buttocks. This would happen again and again until Ted grew jealous and he would separate them so he could place the hairy organ into his mouth and feel the chimp's power expend under the pressure of his tongue.
This strange affection for monkeys continued for many years. The children gradually lost all feeling for humans and took to spending all their time with the animals.
When their father finally realized what was happening, it was too late. No matter how many doctors the children were sent to, their sexual attraction to monkeys could not be lessened. They had turned into true animalists.
CASE HISTORY: Tina L., 20.
Animalism and bestiality have been an integral part of a circus performer's life throughout history. Perhaps it is unavoidable, for in no other work does a human being have such close and intimate contact with the animal kingdom. Every circus has scores of animal acts which make such contacts almost inevitable.
Often, in the circus, the sexual passion turns into an intense love for the beast. Performers have been known to commit suicide when an animal dies. I know of a dog trainer in a German circus, who actually kept the dead body of a beloved poodle with him for many months, performing sexual perversions on the corpse until it disintegrated.
This case history will concern itself with one of the most shocking cases in the history of bestiality and assorted perversions. Twenty years ago Tina was one of the most famous artists in the circus world. Her name was known with respect and awe in every major city of Europe and she commanded tremendous prices for even a short guest performance.
Tina's act consisted of herself, a black panther and a horse. She worked with these two animals in an enclosed ring and at the touch of a black whip or a voice command, the panther would leap upon the back of the horse and they would both jump over high wooden bars. It had taken her many years to develop and perfect this act and the audience would watch in amazement as these two natural enemies worked together like a precision watch.
Tina stayed apart from the other circus performers and they disliked her for this, thinking that she considered herself above them. At the time of her first lapse into the strange and turbulent world of animalism, she was working in the largest circus in France. Physically, Tina was a beautiful woman. At thirty, her large bosom strained against her brocaded coat and the patient observer could make out the outline of her luscious thighs and proud buttocks.
Upon her arrival at this circus, she had entered into a strange relationship with one of the clowns, a tall distinguished man named Roy. The clown supplied Tina with a small, sharp knife. Every evening, when she visited his trailer, she would make many little cuts in his naked body as he lay on the bed. After this operation, she would pour salt into his wounds and as Roy was squirming on the bed in pain and pleasure, Tina would lay beside him and take his enormous penis into her mouth.
Then Roy would thrash around, trying to throw her off his flesh. They would roll together on the floor, back and forth across the trailer until they were exhausted and then Roy would finally submit to the caresses of her delicate tongue upon his member.
Then he would insert a strange braided cloth, with gypsy symbols weaved in it, into her vagina and mumbling various black magic words, would twist the cloth until Tina's whole body twitched with desire.
One night Tina went to his trailer and upon entering the door, found Roy hanging from a beam. The clown had killed himself. She could not believe it at first and talked to the dead man hanging there as if he were alive. Then she spotted a note on the small table addressed to her. She picked it up and read as follows:
"Please do not mourn for me. I have led a strange life, cursed by the most foul desires that the flesh could withstand. But I shall leave you my secret legacy. Do not direct your lovely body toward other humans, but throw all of your passion to our true brothers, the mammals, fish and birds of the earth. There will lie your true happiness. Let them crawl into your bed and taste the delights of your body. Feel their hairy organs penetrating you and you will know a happiness that few humans have ever experienced."
Tina cut the body down and as a last tribute to her friend, she made little cuts on his corpse and poured salt into the wounds. Then she dressed him in his finest clothes and made up his face as if for a performance. She stretched him out on his bed and folded his hands across his chest. The clown looked strangely peaceful and Tina sat beside him for a long time, weeping and talking to him.
All the circus performers turned out for the funeral. Tina stayed in the rear of the procession, thinking of Roy's peculiar advice to her.
She devoted herself, after Roy's death, to teaching the panther and the horse even more difficult tricks. Every morning and afternoon she was in the ring, whip in hand, leading the two animals through their paces. The panther was a most beautiful beast, his coat a burning black and his eyes an evil yellow. His long tail swung over his back from side to side. The horse, a powerful white stallion, had the blood of ten generations of circus performers flowing through his veins. Tina could not think of having the horse gelded, even though stallions were more nervous and contributed an added element of danger to the act.
The horse and the panther hated each other, but as much as they hated, they feared Tina more. They feared her whip and her harsh voice. But Tina was always careful. She knew that as much as the panther and the horse feared her, that one day they would overcome their fear and try to rip her to pieces, or shatter her brains underneath their surging bodies.
The act became an obsession to her. She even began to practice at night when the other performers were asleep. One night, when she was in the ring with her animals practicing an extremely difficult trick, in which the panther jumps on the back of the running horse and stands for a second on his hind legs, she caught a glimpse of the panther's organs. She stopped suddenly. Just noticing the penis for the first time made her body shake. She did not know what to do. She was afraid she would lose control, but slowly she recovered. Tina watched the beast move about the ring, close to the ground, her eyes searching for another glimpse of that long black instrument.
Now she knew what Roy had been talking about in his last note to her. Now she knew why he had been so caught up in his passion for beasts. Nothing she had ever seen in his life had prepared her for that beautifully molded organ.
The panther seemed to sense that Tina was watching him. He glared at her and curled his lip up against his fangs.
"You are lovely," she said to the beast, shocked and confused at the words that came out of her mouth. She had never spoken to him in such a manner before.
She moved closer to the panther, dropping the whip. The beast looked at her, every muscle straining against his sleek skin. Tina realized that she might be going to her doom, but her passion was too overpowering. The horse moved to one side of the ring, as if sensing that something strange was about to happen. Closer and closer she came to the panther. The palms of her hands were sweating and she could feel a tightening in her chest.
Soon she was only inches away. Tina halted. The panther's cruel eyes were directly in front of her.
"I feel that you will not harm me. I know that you share this terrible passion."
The panther's tail waved slowly back and forth, as though the key to his actions was contained in it.
"Yes, my precious," Tina murmured, "wave that glorious tail. Be ready to receive me."
She reached out and touched the panther. What delightful shivers ran through her body! The powerful muscles underneath his skin seemed to charge her fingers with the most potent electricity. Her hand moved under the beast, who stood quite still and quiet, until she found his penis.
"I have it! Oh, I have it," she muttered to herself. "Don't move, don't move. You will be my animal love. You will make love to me and delight in my body."
She glided under the panther, on her back, until she was directly facing the furry flesh. It hung there silently. Her mouth opened and a passionate tongue leapt out to touch the organ. The panther growled softly.
Tina licked the surrounding areas and then gently rubbed the tip with her tongue. She had never known such an intimacy. Gradually the panther's flesh began to grow stiff. When she saw that it had reached a monumental size and hardness, she moved out from under him.
"Take me," she pleaded.
Tina removed all of her clothes. She stood completely naked in front of the beast. The panther moved against her. She bent over and felt the beast's great tongue lick her vagina. Its strength and passion made her moan in pleasure. Tina placed her hands on the floor, ready to be mounted. The panther climbed on her, his deadly paws draped around her bare neck. She no longer feared them, but kissed the claws and licked his paw pads.
Finally the panther entered her. His claws dug into her flesh as that furry splendor moved deeper and deeper into her vagina.
"My darling, my precious," she moaned.
The beast was now humping her as if she were a female panther. His eyes were wild with passion and flecks of saliva flew from his mouth. The great tail swung from side to side. The horse watched nervously and moved around the ring. The panther seemed about to drive Tina into the earth, so powerful was his thrust and passion.
Then the ring was filled with a great roar as the beast shot his seed into Tina's body. The force of his ejaculation was so powerful that she was hurled half-way into the air and landed a few feet away from where she had been squatting. She lay there for many minutes, her body shaking with pride and pleasure. There were great red marks on her shoulders and back testifying to the passion with which the beast had mounted her.
The panther moved to the edge of the ring, growling in a manner which seemed almost like a purr. He lay down and began to lick his member clean, as all cats will, removing the excess of seed with his powerful tongue. Finally Tina rose and put her clothes on. She picked up her whip and drove the two animals back into their cages.
"Good night, my pet. I will see you again," she said to the panther, a sad smile on her face, for she felt that she had fallen so violently in love that nothing could save her.
The panther waved his tail slowly at her words.
Tina could not sleep that night. She kept tossing and turning and thinking about the strange shift her life had taken. Tina thought of Roy and she wished with all her heart that he could have lived to know of her experience. She got out of bed and walked to a small table, on which was a pencil and a few sheets of paper. She felt that she must record her experience and tell the world that great discovery she had made. She wrote, in part:
"Tonight I have been initiated into the most glorious of all delights. I have seen the wild, beastly aspects of the body and they were more delicate and more blissful than the normal ones. But they were also filled with a wild passion, a passion that entered my private parts in the person of a furry organ and tore me apart and made my whole body twitch with the agonizing love for that black animal. Tonight I kissed the center of the world, embodied in the long, powerful organ of a black panther. When he entered me and heated to thousand degrees was about to purchase my soul."
As she was writing her hand fell to her breasts and she fondled them and spoke to them:
"Few men have tasted you and now I give you to a jungle beast."
She began to laugh and flung herself on the bed. In an instant she was asleep.
Every night Tina continued to train her act and afterwards she would let the panther mount her. Her body had become a mass of bruises and scratches. Her eyes were wild from prolonged bouts of passion. She was caught in a trap of her own making. The panther would not let her rest and was restless during the training period and the minute he saw her removing her clothes he would be ready to mount. Tina wanted to rest, but the need for his embraces had become as great as her need for food and sleep.
One night, as she had finished the training period, she noticed the stallion looking at her in a strange fashion. Tina walked over to the animal and began to stroke its neck.
"What is the matter?" she asked him, concerned over the faithful and hard-working beast.
The horse nuzzled her breasts in a manner that shocked Tina. But she opened her blouse and let the animal sniff her bosom and nibble at her nipples as if they were crab apples.
Suddenly Tina realized what was happening. The horse had desired her as much as the panther. The tears began to fall from her eyes as she realized what this stallion must have suffered. She reached both hands under the horse to feel his member. It was gigantic! She was worried that it would not fit. At the touch of her hands there the horse became skittish, but soon calmed down.
Tina removed her clothes and rubbed a thin liniment of grease between her thighs and into her private parts. As she was thinking of the way to go about it, she heard the most horrible sound of her life. It was a frantic roar, almost insane, that came from deep inside the throat of the panther. The beast leaped from where he had been crouching and in an instant was upon the horse's neck, tearing the poor animal to shreds. Blood from the horse's wounds splattered Tina.
In a few more seconds the panther's jealousy had taken its toll. The horse lay to one side, its life torn from it and its body crisscrossed by a thousand bites and cuts.
Tina's circus act and livelihood had been destroyed. In the weeks that followed the incident she became more and more morose. Finally, her fellow performers found her in the panther's cage with a knife, swearing that she would kill the animal. When they tried to take the knife away from her, she plunged it into her own breast.
Tina survived, but her mental stability was gone. She was sent to an institution in the south of France, where she remains to this day. After her departure the panther refused to eat and in a few weeks, he died. In this sad manner, the love affair was ended.