Lillian's secret

Lillian's Journal
22 May

Funny how the idea of taking my sweet Clara to her first circus excited me so. She's far too young to remember any of it, but perhaps it will instill in her a sense of wonder and joy. I remember being a girl in London, my shabby gentile family making quite sure that even if we were to eat nothing but rice for a week, we'd all be going to the circus. I remember the apes, monkeys, and orangutans the most. Sad to say I didn't remember this unprompted. I've just left Clara and Cordelia with Samuel, who simply insists that they see the jugglers.

I'll complete this entry once the performance is over. I fear a visit to the New Thames Zoo will be on her list of childish obsessions soon enough. Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from her. I'm only 30 years of age, but do I not possess a type of unnatural youth? I seem not to aged a day passed my 25th year.

23 May
Last night, while Samuel and our son were occupied in the Big Top studying the Pteravens, a trapeze act, I happened to find myself backstage as I was looking for an exit. The stagehands were quite friendly in showing me the way back to safety, but I must note I saw a rather fascinating creature. It was big and bulky like a gorilla, nearly 350lbs and, when standing erect, nearly 7 feet tall, but also somewhat spider-like, with its bristly bluish great and black fur and four eyes. Still, I couldn't help but to see the emotion in those eyes, the intelligence.

I simply had to know more. "Excuse me," I said to the Hindu escorting me to the exit. "What in the world is that?" I asked. He paused, and smiled.

"This is Chauncey. He's a 'Rilla!" the excited lad said.

"Is he dangerous?" I asked, fascinated. The boy smiled warmly.

"No. Chauncey is completely domesticated. He is very, very smart. Watch this: Chauncey, how are you today?" he said. The beast drew its fore paw? Top paw? What is the proper word for something with four arms and two legs? Anyway, it drew that across its chest, and held a closed fist out. "See, that means he is not hungry, and happy. If he wanted something, he would open his fist like...like that. And point. Like that." he said. Chauncey was pointing right at me.

I was astonished. I bowed to him. It seemed silly, but I did it. To my surprise, he nodded in response before shifting about his cage. It seemed cruel to keep a creature this intelligent locked up.
"Hello Chauncey. I'm Lilly." I said, patting my chest. He made a series of gestures. The Hindu stage hand laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"He thinks the word for breasts are "Lilly". He's never spoken to a female that I know of." That seemed incredibly sad to me. I tossed him a chunk of Bristleboar jerky. He snatched it up, looking at me as he ate it. He seemed so aware, so full of thoughts, and drives, and emotions. I cupped my left breast, and squeezed it. "Breast." I said. It looked to its trainer. He looked at me. I smirked, and nodded. He slid his hand onto my chest, and squeezed my right breast.

"Breasts," the trainer said. The arachnirilla slapped its own chest, then rubbed it. "Yes! That's right, Chauncey, that's right!" he said. He then came to the front of the cage, and reached his much smaller, almost vestigal arms out. "Go on then, let him feel them. Its the only way he'll learn." he said. I feel foolish now, but at the time I knew nothing. So, I took a deep breath, and stepped forward. His dominant hands are immensely strong, but it was with the utmost gentleness he...it...fondled me. It "ticked" when it liked something, and as its bristly conjoined fingers kneeded my breasts, it ticked an awful lot.

"Lil-lee" it grunted. I realized what this was. This was an intelligent species, and I might be the first link in this connection. When it spoke my name, I couldn't see this poor being as a simple animal anymore. Something else was happening. I was Blushing badly, and I didn't know why. It pulled my shirt down, exposing my ample bosom. The trainer slid his hands over them. "Nipples" he said, squeezing them until they were hard. Chauncey cautiously pinched one, pulling on it before letting it snap back into place. I let out a pleasured gasp as it pulled and teased my breasts.

"What other parts of the anatomy might it not be familiar with?" I asked, feeling a most unnatural urge as its eyes met mine, and its penis slid out from its sheath. It was long and thick and dripped constantly with semen.

"Well, as they say, Monkey see..." He said. I turned to him, a smile on my face. Now, I've not been ashamed of the rather powerful amount the Blush has a hold of me. I've always kept my encounters very discrete, not endulging in the more public aspects that some do, other than at parties and Lodge meetings. But today, with this thing fondling my breasts, the handler excitedly sliding his own hands over my shoulders, and something I cannot quite define, I threw caution to the wind.

"Monkey do." I said, and lifted my leg into his grasp. My eyes met Chauncey's as he pushed my skirts up, right there in the animal cages. My eyes never left the creature. Such intelligence. A few more million years from now, if Darwin is to be believed, they would probably be the dominant species on this planet. Now reduced to a sideshow act. I felt its pain as the handler's cock slid into me. "Chauncey, look....I said. Sex." I felt his uncut hindu member saw in and out of me. "Sex, Chauncey." I repeated, drawing my knees up as he fucked me.

"Seggs OO-OOH" it replied, shaking its cage. I watched the chain rattle, the lock shake, as I felt his length inside me again and again. From between the bars, I felt a warm, wet thing upon my thigh. Chauncey was pressed against the bars, his hands desperately groping my shaking chest as his trainer fucked me. It kept getting longer and harder, sliding up leg, my flesh tingling wherever it touched.

"Yes, Chauncey...sex....yes...." I said, drifting off into my own pleasure as I refocused on the handler.
That proved to be quite the mistake. I heard the lock snap behind me, and the handler ran from the tent. Chauncey and I were alone, breathing heavily. The cage was only an illusion of safety I saw. Its powerful back arms and legs ripped the steel bar asunder with ease. I backed up, terror and excitement filling me. It'd been a while since I'd done something so impulsive. I couldn't call out. They'd shoot it. I didn't want to run in case it thought I was prey. I backed up until I felt a table behind me.

He stood to his full height, his erection massive. Those big, reflective black eyes look quite menacing when they are staring down at you. As its shadow eclipsed me, I turned my head. I couldn't look at its fangs anymore. I cursed myself for my foolishness.

And then it spoke. "Li-Lee Ooo Ooo Li-Lee Seggs!" It wasn't the most elegant proposal I've ever gotten, but I was in no position to refuse. And now that I have had a chance to calm down, I must admit that I didn't want to refuse him. I gathered up the front of my dress, and leaned against the table. He hunched down, and sniffed my womanhood. His long, snakelike tongue slid out, and into me, and the Blush took me completely.

He lifted me effortlessly, but with the utmost gentleness, and webbed my legs up to the tentpoles. I cannot describe how it felt to have him enter me. Its absolutely intoxicating! It was in this state that the workers found me, screaming in pleasure as the 'Rilla's thick cock was slapping wetly into me, the other animals agitated and screaming in their cages. My eyes parted, full of lust, as I saw the three men staring in awe at what was happening. "OO OO TSK! TSK!" is chattered, taking position behind me. It hunched down, terrified of the men. Not too terrified to stop I found out as its member slid into me again, every surface of my sex filled and stimulated. I orgasmed again, my mouth hanging open in a desperate panting. It kept hammering and slamming its cock into me, over and over, its jism dripping into a growing pool on the floor until it let out a mighty roar, filling my womb with its alien seed and fucking it out of me in great squirts. My legs were quivering, my mind exploding with pleasure.

"Dammit! Second one this year!" one of the trainers said.

"Indeed. He's useless to us now. He'll be hopping in the crowd and ravishing the popcorn girl. Oh well. Go get Ivan the Strongman and Rubber Robert. She's going to be out of her mind with that much 'Rilla nectar in her." the man said, who I later found out was one Andrew Patterson, the owner and proprietor of the circus.

What happened next was a swirl of sensations and memories. I remember being brought to a tent, the Strongman penetrating me from below as Patterson sodomized me, the contortionist bent at odd angles and his penis ejaculating into my mouth. I remember the bearded lady licking me clean between the men who found their way between my legs. I didn't realize they'd put me in a sideshow booth, open to the public to see for some pocket change. Thank God someone had the forethought to put a half-mask on me. I still don't know how many watched, and for a fee participated in, my foray into the seedier side of the circus.

When I awoke, a stranger was slipping his now spent penis back into his trousers. I looked down, and tried to make sense of the amount of semen upon my body. "Back with us, then; Miss." I heard a voice say. Mr Patterson stood up, a large envelope in his hand. "Right then. This'll cover the cost of the 'Rilla. That was quite a performance, Miss. Katie needed a night off, anyway." I had to swallow a load of a stranger's semen before I could talk.

"Where is my family?" I asked. He pulled up a chair as I propped my elbow up on the cot.

"Well, Katie is currently distracting your husband in the peep booth. Your little ones are enjoying an unlimited pass for our rides. You've been occupied for about four hours..." he said, stopping. I hadn't realized I was lazily scooping the jism off of my body and licking my fingers.

"And Chauncey?" I asked, terribly worried about him.

"Like I said, this pays for the 'Rilla. He's yours now. He'll be too distracted for the trapeze routines, and now that he knows his strength Ivan won't be able to "beat" him in wrestling. We'll drop him off if you cover the transportation fee." he said.

"I've no way of doing that, not without alerting my husband." I said. Patterson grinned, and stood.

"Well then, I'll tell Robert to send the next two in."

Lillian's Journal
29 May

I met my special friend at the edge of our property. It was a joy to watch him swing free high in the Lumawood trees. Mr Patterson was most gracious to provide me with a pamphlet on how to train the creature. Of course, Chauncey will be getting a much better reward than bristleboar jerky from now on. I'll have to ensure that the guards are well provided for as well if I am to keep this secret.

Samuel will never accept this, even after what he had me do with Bruto for that young deviant Prescott. I've chosen a spot with Tripfoot moss and taken him there on a picnic to show him how the moss can please a woman. Hopefully when I return home, covered in dirt and on quivering legs, he'll think nothing more of it.

I'll have to be sure to tell the Gurkha guards to not let the girls anywhere near it. While I don't think Chauncey would hurt them, I don't even want to contemplate the possibility that he isn't as domesticated as I've been led to believe. God, what mother would think. She was so happy when I was selected for the Program. I can only imagine what her Old British sensibilities would think knowing her daughter has become infatuated with an alien creature!