Case 3
"Even as we swung through the trees, a hundred feet above the ground, I could feel his huge lips flapping around my breasts..."
NAM E Smith, Mary.
AGE: 31 HEIGHT: 56" WEIGHT: 129 lbs.
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from intercourse with an orangutan.
DOCTOR: Was this your first trip into the bush country?
MARY: No, I'd been there many times before. My husband collected big-game animals for zoos, and so we were always going to Africa. I loved the country and its animals. I always looked forward to going there.
DOCTOR: What made this time different? You mentioned that you were uneasy about this trip.
MARY: My father had taken on a partner, a man by the name of Kruger. I could never understand why. My husband was a gentle man, and Kruger was a cruel one. Kruger was a wonderful hunter, but only because he loved to kill. He did not love animals the way my husband did. I guess my husband needed help, and Kruger was the only man he could find.
DOCTOR: But that wasn't the only reason you disliked Kruger. Isn't that right?
MARY: Yes. Kruger was a lecherous man. As you can see, many men would find me beautiful. And I am remarkably well-endowed. Kruger was always eyeing me, and making smutty remarks. Once he even reached out and touched my breast He was always kidding about how he'd like to get me into his sleeping bag. I was afraid of him. I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to rape me if he ever got me alone.
DOCTOR: Did you tell your husband about these things?
MARY: Yes. But he didn't take them very seriously. He said that was Kruger's way of joking and that I'd just have to get used to it He said that this was the way some men acted in the bush. He said Kruger was lonely.
DOCTOR: Other from words, did Kruger ever have a chance to bother you?
MARY: Not really. Once I had fallen behind the rest I turned a corner and found Kruger standing in the middle of the trail with his pants down. He had a tremendous hard-on. I didn't know what to say. He was begging me to take it in my mouth. He said he'd never bother me again if I just sucked it for him. I didn't though. I screamed for Jack, my husband, and Kruger pulled his pants up.
DOCTOR: What did your husband say about Kruger exposing himself to you?
MARY: I didn't tell him. I was afraid that Jack would kill Kruger if I ever told him what Kruger had said and done. I just told Jack I'd been afraid. But I warned Kruger that I would tell Jack the next time he even looked at me cross-eyed.
DOCTOR: And he heeded this warning?
MARY: Yes. But he was terribly angry. I suppose he was pretty frustrated too. I understand men get pains in their testicles when they get excited and can't do anything about it If Kruger was hurt, I was glad. But he was angry. I think he wanted to kill me. Of course, he couldn't do anything to me, so he decided to kill something else. I can still remember him taking his big rifle from one of the gun bearers.......
"Kruger," Jack Smith said, "what the hell are you doing? There's no danger around here."
Kruger did not answer. There was a fantastic rage boiling within him. He could see Mary walking just ahead of him, her firm, round buttocks packing tightly into her jeans. He could imagine her full breasts bobbing up and down as she made her way down the trail......
Kruger's hand caressed his rifle.
Cod, he thought, how he'd like to fuck that woman. But that seemed out of the question. He'd just asked her to do a simple little thing like suck him off and she'd acted like the world was coming to an end. Now his balls hurt; and he knew they'd keep on hurting, as long as that luscious woman was walking around next to him, and as long as he stood no chance of getting his hands on her.
Damn! Kruger thought Goddamn!
His rage was a living thing, clawing at his insides. Kruger hurt And that was bad, for Kruger was not a man who liked to hurt alone.
"Just checking my gun," Kruger snarled. He might have added that he considered Jack's wife to be a tight-assed bitch. What the hell, she could give him something in this forsaken jungle, even if it was only a little blow job. But Kruger did not say it The fact of the matter was, he was more than a little afraid of Jack Smith. And he knew that the next time he bothered Mary, he would have her husband to deal with.
He'd ache the rest of the trip.
"There's no need for that gun here," Jack said. "There's nothing in this part of the jungle that can harm us."
"I told you I was just checking my gun! Damn it, it's my gun and I'll do anything I want with it!"
Jack Smith turned and whispered to his wife. They both laughed, and this only served to enrage Kruger further.
Smith was right about there being no danger to them in this part of the forest. They were high in the mountains of central Africa. They had left the leopards, lions and tigers back on the plains and in the lowlands. This was gorilla country; primate country. Here there were only gorillas, chimps, monkeys and the strange, rarely-seen orangutans. Their mission was to capture one of the gorillas for a San Francisco zoo. And then their job would be over. They would go back to the United States.
And Kruger knew he would not be asked to come on the next expedition. Jack would get himself another partner; and he would have to spend the rest of his days thinking about Mary Smith's body; the cunt and the ass and the legs and the breasts and the nipples he had never seen.
Already, he had another hard-on. When would it end?!
Once again the rage swept over him. There was a flash of orange fur in the tree-tops over his head, and Krugeran ace shot-wheeled and fired. There was a sharp, almost human-cry, and a crashing in the branches over their heads. And then the body fell into the path before them.
"My God," Mary whispered, "what is it?"
It was a great, orange-furred animal, with long arms and short, stubby legs. Its belly was immense but its face was curiously human. The eyes which were now glazing with death seemed very human. Mary wanted to reach down and cuddle it, to stem the blood flowing from the huge wound in its neck. But, of course, it was too late.
An orang," Mary's husband said. "Kruger's killed an orang."
There was a sound deep in the forest It reminded Mary of a man crying.
"What's mat?" Kruger said, his eyes wide.
Jack Smith's voice was very taut, like a stretched piano wire. "That's the mate of the one you killed," Smith said furiously. "This was a female. She meant no one any harm. orangs are one of the friendliest beasts there are. Why did you kill it? Why did you shoot?"
Kruger opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out Jack Smith's hands were already around the other man's throat
"Stop it!" Mary cried, grabbing at her husband's arms, "stop it, you'll hurt him!"
Slowly, Jack Smith seemed to regain control of himself. He slowly released his grip around Kruger's neck. Kruger doubled over, gasping for breath, and Jack brought his fist up under the man's chin. Kruger fell whimpering to the ground.
Suddenly the jungle erupted with sound.
"My God," Mary said, "What's that, now?"
Jack listened for a moment, then grabbed Kruger's arm and pulled him to his feet
"Hurry, Mary," Jack said, dragging Kruger after him down the trail, "we have to get out of here."
The sound increased in intensity. The lone crying of the widowed male have been joined by others, and that was the sound they heard.
"He has the whole tribe with him now," Jack sad.
"I thought you said they weren't dangerous," Kruger whimpered.
"Usually they're not. But now we've killed one of their females, and they may be after us," Jack said. "An orang is very strong, and very intelligent There's no telling what one-or many-might do if they're upset Hurry. We have to get out of here."
DOCTOR: So you ran?
MARY: Like crazy. The sounds followed us wherever we went That strange, man-like crying. We ran, but the pack followed us easily, swinging through the trees over our heads. We knew they were there, but we couldn't see them.
DOCTOR: How did Kruger react to this?
MARY: He was terrified. He kept on shooting into the trees. But the orangutans were too smart for him. There was no way you could see them. And all the time they kept on making these sounds, like they were talking back and forth to each other. Kruger started to babble hysterically, and Jack tried to calm him.
DOCTOR: Were you afraid?
MARY: Not really. I think the animals knew who was responsible for the female's death. Mostly, I felt sorry for the orangutan that had been killed, and for her husband. I mean, after looking into those eyes, I felt almost as if the creature was another woman just like me. She had probably gotten curious and come down too far. That was when Kruger had shot her. I felt sorry for the creatures, and I wished there was something I could do for the dead orang's mate.
DOCTOR: What happened next?
MARY: As I said, Kruger was getting more and more panic-stricken. The sounds in the jungle were increasing, and they seemed to drive him crazy. Suddenly he threw away his gun and ran away off into the jungle.
DOCTOR: Did you try to follow him?
MARY: Yes. Both Jack and I went after him because we were afraid he would be caught alone. He was only about two hundred feet ahead of us when it happened. He only had another few feet to go and he would have been out from under the trees and in a clearing. He........
DOCTOR: Go ahead.
MARY: He was running one moment and the next his legs were dangling in the air. Yes, I can see it now! He was running in the air! The orangs had him, their huge arms were wrapped in his, and they were lifting him up into the treetops. There was just nothing we could do. He was screaming horribly......he just kept on screaming......and then we didn't hear him anymore.
DOCTOR: What happened then?
MARY: Nothing. Nothing happened. Suddenly the jungle was very quiet And then there was the normal sounds of singing birds and so on. Everything was back to normal, or so we thought. Once we heard a thump behind us on the trail, and I just know it was Kruger's body, but Jack wouldn't let me go back to see. So we kept on going. We thought everything was going to be all right. We were wrong.......
"That was horrible, what happened to Kruger," Mary said quietly, squeezing her husband's arm.
"He deserved it," Jack said. "In the jungle, justice is usually swift and sure."
"You think they actually knew?"
"They got Kruger, didn't they?" He waited, but Mary said nothing. "orangs are very smart," Jack continued. "They're very much like humans. Only they're better than humans in some ways. They're not corrupt What happened to Kruger was justice."
"It's a wonder they didn't come after us," Mary said quietly, her breath catching in her throat. "After all, we were the ones who brought Kruger here, weren't we?"
Jack looked at her, then looked away. His voice was not as steady as he would have liked it to be. "Well, they're not that smart, thank Cod."
At that very moment, Mary felt something grabbing her around the waist She opened her mouth to cry out, and a great, leather-padded paw came over her mouth. In the next moment she was in the trees, gripped securely by a large orangutan.
And Jack would not even know she was missing, Mary thought, panic seizing her. He would look around and she would be gone!
Mary closed her eyes and waited for the feel of sharp teeth sinking into her neck, the paws, tearing her apart Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes to see the ground swirling past her far below. And then she realized that the great arm held her securely, but gently the beast meant her no harm.
Suddenly Mary knew that this was the male; the mate of the female that Kruger had slain. And she was suddenly filled with compassion; it welled up in her, and brought tears to her eyes. She clung closer to the orangutan. Suddenly she was no longer afraid of the great heights.
"I'm sorry," Mary whispered. "I'm sorry about what happened."
The orangutan looked at her with his soft brown soulful eyes, and it almost seemed as if he understood. But what did he want with her?
And then she knew the answer; and a chill of horror swept through her body.
The orangutan needed only one arm for swinging through the trees; and she was tucked securely into the crook of his other arm. The orang's fingers were now free to toy with her breasts. And this was what he was doing. The long fingers poked and prodded at the soft flesh. New sensations were cruising through Mary's body. The orangutan seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Once the great hand reached up and cupper her right breast then squeezed her, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through Mary's body.
"No," Mary said, "You mustn't You're an animal! You mustn't touch me."
And then Mary realized how silly she must sound. Of course the beast couldn't understand what she was saying.
And even if he could, although he was 'only an animal', it was also true that she was only a human. Probably, she thought, she was as repulsive to him as he was to her. And they had killed his mate.
Suddenly the beast was no longer repulsive to her. There was only the great rush of pity, and the desire to right the wrong that had been done to this innocent creature.
"You can do anything you want to me," Mary said at last, "that would be only justice. My husband and I are responsible for the death of your mate. Now you must take me."
The orang seemed to understand. His fingers lifted her blouse, hooked under the ront of her bra and pulled the material of the cups up and over the breasts which suddenly flopped down over her chest, swaying back and forth in rhythm with their swinging through the trees.
The bra was cutting into her back. Mary reached behind her, unsnapped it, and let the garment fall down to the ground. While the orang gripped her tightly, Mary removed her blouse and let that fall to the ground, also.
Her breasts swayed freely. They were very large and seemed to excite the orangutan who would swing for a short ways, stop and stare at them. Once he stopped and touched them with his fingers. Mary felt a thrill run through her body and she realized, with some surprise that she was becoming excited.
Perhaps, she thought, it was the feel of the beast's hairy body against hers; or it was the thought that it would be an unparalleled thrill to be taken by such a strong and powerful beast.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the beast was gentle. There was a terrible, sad loneliness in the eyes that reached down and touched Mary's soul.......
"Take me," Mary said. "I'm yours if you want me."
Now the beast started to swing lower and lower. Mary looked down and was startled to see that her nipples had doubled in size, and were very hard. She moved her body in such a way as to make the nipples rub against the beast's body. She could feel her thighs growing wet.
And she wondered about the size of the orangutan's penis which was hidden from her because of the massive belly.
It seemed incredible, Mary thought; incredible but true. She wished this beast to take her. She wanted to know what it felt like to be ravaged by an orangutan.
The orangutan suddenly swooped to the ground, landing flat on his feet, cushioning Mary's fall in his great, strong arms. Mary sighed and flung her arms around the beast's neck.
The orang moved quickly over the ground, and finally set her down gently on a bed of soft leaves and twigs. And then Mary realized that the beast had brought her to his home.
He sat her down and then squatted beside her, looking deep into her eyes. And then he reached out and touched her breasts. At the same time, he made whimpering sounds in his throat
"I know you're lonesome," Mary said. "And it's partly my fault I have nothing to give you but my body. But that's yours."
With this, Mary reached down to her chest, cupped her own breasts in her hands, and squeezed them so that the flesh bulged, and the nipples thrust forward in the ape's direction. "Take them," she said. "Please......play with me as you used to play with your mate."
The orang shook his great head up and down, then reached out and softly stroked the nipple. Mary gasped at the unexpected thrill, and put her hands on die ape's. Then, in one quick movement, the orang leaned forward and took her breast and her supporting hand into his large mouth. Mary slowly removed her hand. But the tremendous mound of flesh that was her breast was completely inside the orang's mouth.
The orang snorted, pulled back his feet up under him, and settled down to a slow, steady sucking motion. Mary sighed and closed her eyes. At least, she thought, this was one way of making up to the orang for what he had lost The fact that it was also giving her pleasure was surprising.
It was a wonderful sensation.
Jack had sucked her breasts many times. In fact, it was one of Jack's favorite sexual activities. But that had been nothing like this, Mary thought At most, Jack concentrated mostly on her nipples since they alone were quite big and almost filled his mouth. Then Jack would use his hands to press the flesh around the nipples. But the orang's mouth was so large-the lips so huge-that he was easily able to take her entire breast into his mouth.
It was a unique sensation, and Mary squirmed in his grasp. The orang was amazingly gentle. At no time did she fed his teeth on her flesh. There was only the tremendous, steady sucking. It was like having her entire breast caught up in a whirlpool. And it filled her with passion unlike any she had ever known.
"Suck the other one," Mary said softly, pressing her hands against the side of his head. "Suck the other one."
Perhaps it was the sound of her voice. Or perhaps it was the slight pressure of Mary's hand. The ape understood; quickly, the orangutan moved it's wide mouth from one breast to the other, and quickly began to suck that one. Mary was beside herself with pleasure, groaning, holding the ape's head close to her, as though he were a human lover.
"I will replace your lost mate," Mary sighed. "I will make up for that which you have lost."
The ape was making whimpering sounds deep in his throat, sounds of animal pleasure. The same sounds fell from Mary's lips. The two of them satin the forest, locked in one another's embrace.
Soon, both of Mary's breasts were distended, raw with passion. And still she urged the ape on. Now Mary was running her hands up and down the ape's hairy flanks, each time coming closer and closer to the dark, warm spot between its legs. She was frightened-and excited about what she might find there. Was it large? Or was it small? And what would she do if the ape indicated that he wanted to insert it into her body? She did not know the answer to that question. Not yet. All she knew was that she was filled with compassion for the widowed ape; and filled with passion as the ape's giant lips continued to suck at her breasts.
Mary closed her eyes as the ape sucked her in. At the same time she placed her hand directly between her legs, and felt his penis.
The organ was larger than she had supposed it would be; large, and very wet And it was very hard, much like a human penis.
Even as Mary stroked the orang's penis, she felt one of his hairy paws groping with the zipper on the side of her slacks.
What would she do? How could she defy all the laws of Man and Nature. Yet how could she hide from the fact that she had been partially to blame for this ape losing his mate. And how could she hide from the fact that her own blood was boiling with passion? The love of this creature was so different. In one way, he was Incredibly intelligent and man-like. And he knew what he was doing to her; he had known what he was doing when he had snatched her from the trail; and he knew what he was doing now as he groped for her zipper.
His lips worked on her breasts, and she could feel his tongue darting over her nipples. It was driving her mad. If she closed her eyes, she would not even know........
Slowly, Mary's hand came down to her side and undid her zipper. Then the hand came back to cradle the ape's head. The orangutan finished the job, pulling down the zipper, and slipping his human-like paw into her nylon panties.
Time seemed frozen for Mary as the hairy paw lingered for a moment on her belly, then slowly descended to the hairy mound of her vagina. Mary sighed. She had never known such ecstasy from any man.
One of his fingers was in her now, and she lay back further, at the same time pulling her slacks and her panties down around her knees, around her ankles, and then off. She spread her legs and let the orangutan play with her. The ape seemed to know exactly what to do, and Mary increasingly found herself forgetting that her partner was not a human.
The long fingers fondled her vaginal lips, causing the juices in her body to flow freely, soaking the hairy hand and her own thighs. In the meantime, the ape's lips continued to suck her breast in and out, tickling the nipple, causing the flesh to expand and contract in delicious cascades of ecstasy.
Now the ape's fingers were in her, moving gently back and forth with a steady, intoxicating rhythm. Mary grasped the ape's member harder and began to move her hand up and down in order to increase his excitement.
Suddenly the ape drew his mouth away from her breasts and bent down between Mary's legs, In a moment, his large lips were planted on her vagina, and he was sucking at her, covering the entire mound of her vulva with his mouth.
Lights were flashing on and off in Mary's head, making her dizzy. She screamed with joy as she felt the small tongue flick out and lick her. She grasped the penis harder and tugged at it At the same time, she reached out with her legs, wrapping them around the beast's head. The beast responded by lapping out with his tongue, burying it inside her body, moving it around inside her, touching every inner part
She was flowing faster now, flooding both of them with a never-ending stream of come. And she was crying with ecstasy.
And all control had vanished; she knew she must have the ape inside her, moving around on top of her.
Mary grabbed a handful of the orang's hair and pulled his head back. At the same time, she slipped her body further down so that it finally lay beneath him. Then, still holding the penis rightly in her hand, Mary opened her legs and brought them over the beast's back. She raised her hips and slowly brought the object in her hand down between her legs.
The orangutan was once again wildly sucking on her breasts, sucking one and squeezing the other in a fit of passionate abandon. Both of them were caught up in the heat of their passion now, and nothing could stop them, neither thoughts of civilization or thoughts of the jungle. Such distinctions had ceased to exist It made no difference that he was a 'beast' and she was a 'human'. They wanted each other, and they were both determined to carry through with the act
"Now," Mary whispered. "Put it in, my big, beautiful creature."
The orang responded to Mary, sucking harder on her breast. At the same time, Mary felt the small head of his organ touch the entrance to her vagina. She let out a sharp cry and thrust upward. It slipped in to the halfway point
The ape blinked, gave one great suck, then thrust his haunches forward. Mary felt the organ moving within her
At the same time she felt a dampness flowing through her body, filling her up, at last bringing her peace of mind. She would be forgiven. And that was all that mattered.
DOCTOR: Then you completed the coupling with the orangutan?
MARY: Yes. And I can't forget it, Doctor.
DOCTOR: How did you find your way back to your husband? It is my understanding that the ape carried you a long ways off.
MARY: He did. But then he brought me back again. After it was all over, he gathered me up in his arms-once again, he was completely gentle with me. Then he carried me back through the trees. We stopped to pick up the clothes I had dropped along the way, and I dressed. The ape seemed to know exactly where Jack was, and he let me off a few yards down the trail. I found Jack, and told him I had gotten lost and just managed to find my way back. I couldn't tell him what had happened.
DOCTOR: And you still haven't told him?
MARY: No. Do you think I should?
DOCTOR: I think I should leave that up to you. You should be the judge of what you should tell your husband. However, it is possible that telling him the truth could do more harm than good. The important thing is that you learn to accept that which you have done, and forgive yourself for it. Do you make love with your husband regularly?
MARY: Yes. I think you could say I was a good wife. I let him have me any time he wants, and I do whatever he wants with me. We are very good partners. I've had no complaints.
DOCTOR: But you can't get your jungle experience out of yours mind?
MARY: No. Even when I'm making love with Jack, I think of the orangutan. I think about the two of us soaring through the trees a hundred feet above the ground. I can feel his lips flapping at my breasts. I can hear his moans of desire. And I keep on thinking that I have done something terrible; something that I can never be forgiven for. That is why I need help, Doctor. I must find peace.
DOCTOR: Mary, you are a good woman. And you must accept this about yourself. I think it is quite obvious that Kruger's killing of the female orangutan affected you deeply. In fact, it may have twisted your mind for those few hours. You felt more guilty about that than anything. After all, it had been your husband who had brought Kruger along on the trip. Thus, when the orangutan swooped down and grabbed you, you thought it was only natural that you should be required to take the female's place. It was an act of compassion. It is something that is completely understandable in a woman of mercy like yourself.
MARY: But I enjoyed it, Doctor. How can you explain that?
DOCTOR: It was a different experience, Mary. And your natural passion may have responded to the unique abilities of the ape to stimulate you. Then again, your compassion and desire to make up for what you felt you had done-may have led you to believe that you were enjoying it more than you actually were.
MARY: Do you think I can ever find peace?
DOCTOR: Yes, Mary, I do. Together, I think we can help you to find peace. You've already taken the first steps; you have been willing to take a long, hard look at yourself.