Enema rapes have been running rampant now throughout the country and although police are trying to stop this flow, they have not been too successful. The enema rapist springs out at various times, and since most of these rapists are closet cases to begin with (that is, ninety per cent of the rapists hide the fact that they love enemas from their friends and family, thereby causing them to go out and find an innocent victim), chances of ever catching them is slight.
But in this book, we are not concerned with the rapists, but rather, the innocent victims who had to succumb to the wet lust of their attacker.
Jill W., 15: "I thought that it was my boyfriend ringing the bell and as soon as I opened the door, he slapped me across the face, knocking me out. The next thing I remember is hearing my younger sister screaming and seeing this huge man getting ready to insert an enema nozzle up Nicole's naked ass..."
Judy B., 14: "Mr. Ross, my math teacher, told me that he wanted to see me about something, and I thought it was math. He had formulated something else, however, and as soon as I walked into his office, he locked the door and attacked me with the enema."
Merrily F., 17: "The police used me as a decoy all right, but they didn't come to save me when I screamed until it was all over and I had had the water in my ass and was letting it drain out of my ass because the rapist had already finished..."
Wendy R., 18: "He actually broke into my bathroom while I was taking a shower and before I knew what was happening, he had my hands tied to the shower nozzle and was sliding the cold, threatening nozzle up my leg and between my buttocks..."
Linda C, 15: "He forced me to my knees and I thought he was going to make me suck his cock. I was prepared for that, I think. What I wasn't prepared for was the enema bag he pulled out ... and later, after I was cleaned out, he ass-fucked me which hurt ten times more than anything else..."
Elissa H., 16: "It was the day of my sweet-sixteen party and I thought that nothing could go wrong. On my way home, I was attacked in the park near my house, dragged into the bushes and then raped. But that evil enema came first...."
These are just a few of the girls who have stories to tell. There are thousands across the nation.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Jill W. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jill W. is one of the most attractive patients I have seen in a long time. She has small, almond-shaped eyes,' high cheek bones, and perfect heart-shaped lips. Her hair is long, black, and looks incredibly soft and silky.
Although she is fifteen, she has a full figure of a grown woman. Her breasts are large, rounded, and seem quite firm, while her hips curve out seductively, especially in the tight blue jeans she was wearing when she came to see me in my office.
I didn't want to tell her that it was easy to see why someone would want to attack her because she does look quite appealing and voluptuous.
One reason I kept my mouth shut on that particular item was because it was easy for me to see how nervous Jill was about coming to see me, and the one thing I wanted to try and do was set her at ease. After a few minutes, and a cold glass of water, she felt relaxed enough to start speaking, although her thoughts didn't seem quite together during this first interview and I suspect she was under doctor's sedation.
I just can't believe that anything like that would happen to someone like me. I know that's what everyone says, and it doesn't surprise me. I mean, you read about something in the newspaper and you say to yourself that these kinds of things always happen to other people, but they'll never happen to me.
I'm wrong. What can I say? Well, I never did read about enema rapists before, and maybe that was what surprised me the most. I remember that when I saw the man standing outside of my door, the very minute I opened it, I said to myself that I was going to be raped. I knew even then. The enema was what came as a surprise.
Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I mean, this thing upset me, but it got to my sister Nicole even more. After all, she was only thirteen and not only did the man give her an enema, too, but he raped her as well. I can't imagine my first fuck ever being like that.
Maybe I should start at the beginning, as far as my sex history. Not that I've had such an active sex life, but at least the man didn't bust my cherry and make me bleed when he shoved his cock into me. Uch, I can remember that he still had the blood from my sister on his cock when he started to fuck me and that was the most disgusting part of the whole thing.
The reason we were alone? I thought I had mentioned that. You see, my cousin was getting married. It was a Saturday night, a big affair and all, and my aunt had decided not to invite all the cousins because we have a big family. My mother said that she was just cheap and didn't want to pay for so many extra people, but I didn't care. I would have rather stayed home with my sister anyway.
My parents didn't know that I had invited Norman over, mainly because they don't seem to like him too much.
Norman and I have been seeing each other for six months, and he's the only boy I've ever been with. I'll never forget the way he seduced me in the front seat of his father's Caddy. I guess maybe I let myself lose control because of the whole aura of his father's chic, luxurious car. It happened on our third date.
He took me to a drive-in. All we had ever really done was kiss, although the kiss between the first and second date had gotten much heavier. The second time he brought me home he kissed me hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into my mouth and grinding his groin against mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I knew what he wanted. The only thing was, my parents had brought us up with all these standards and the thought of actually letting him do it to me, scared me more than it thrilled me.
At the drive-in, however, Norman had come equipped. He had a bottle of red wine in the back and we were chugging from the bottle.
I was tipsy by the time the movie started, and felt him moving closer and closer to me. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, then moved his mouth to my neck and began to nibble on my ear. I know that I was tingling all over, especially in my virgin cunt, and that scared the shit out of me.
When he touched my tit, I could feel my brown nipple perking up into a pleasurable stiffness. He started to pinch it with his fingers, still through my blouse, and for a second I closed my eyes and let myself get into the feeling.
Then I remembered everything my parents had said, and I suddenly became so cold.
"Norman," I said, pushing his hand away, "you're trying to take advantage of me. Stop that this instant or I'm going to insist you take me home."
When I think about it I even see that my' morals were the morals of the fifties. I understand now, that times have changed, but I didn't know it then.
"Are you kidding?" he asked me. "Jill, what's wrong?"
"If you do anything I won't feel right," I told him.
"Why? Why won't you feel right? Sex is the most normal thing that two people can do. It's the most pleasant thing that can happen between a man and a woman."
"You're saying that only because you want to get into my pants. I've heard about boys like you, Norman. I've heard, believe me."
"Look Jill," he said, getting very serious, "I've played your little game with you so far. The first date was a small kiss, the second date was a bigger and better kiss. If you continue playing, you're supposed to put out on this date."
"Is that what you think? What kind of girl do you think I am?"
"A beautiful, loving, and tender girl," he said, stroking my long black hair. "Look, if I had had my way, we would have made love the first time we went out, but I knew you weren't like that. Why are you so uptight about sex?"
"My parents said that...."
"Jesus, if you're going to believe anything they tell you, you're hopeless."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him.
"Look, times have changed, morals have changed, standards have changed. I bet your parents enjoy sex just as much as everyone else, only they're too fucking prim and proper to admit it. Look, Jill, you have to come to grips with the fact that everyone is basically sexual and there's no reason to feel guilt for carrying out a feeling. Now if you can tell me that my stroking your nipple wasn't pleasurable, then I'll stop."
Really, doctor, I would have had to lie to tell him that. It was one of the most pleasant things I had ever felt. I didn't have to say anything because when I took a long pause, he knew what was happening.
He leaned over and kissed me harder on the lips, and my hand instinctively moved to his short brown hair and began to stroke it. I could feel how hot his breath was as he started to kiss his way down my neck, opening the buttons of my blouse at the same time. I could see he was excited because I wasn't wearing a bra. The smile on his face when he saw my two naked tits for the first time, stiff brown-nipples and all, was priceless. I wish I had a picture.
He moved his mouth to my right breast and began to lick my nipple with his tongue. I couldn't believe it but my nipple actually became stiffer as he started to flick it back and forth with the tip of his tongue.
My pussy was literally soaking through my panties by this time. Really, it was the most incredible filing I've ever experienced. After Norman spent a few minutes with one nipple, he moved his mouth to the other one. By this time, I could feel a fully hard bulge pressing against his pants and for one second, it scared me. But then I thought, what the fuck should I be scared of? It's only a cock and he's nice.
I wish I could say the same for the man who raped me and my sister. There was one point, I remember, when I thought that this man's cock was only a cock and he couldn't do anything to hurt me, but then I remembered the way it was covered with my sister's virgin blood and ... oh, you'll have to excuse me a second doctor. Bad memories.
There! I think I'm okay now.
Anyway, because I had that attitude with Norman, it was easy for me to just reach down and start to massage the bulge I could feel. I don't think I've ever seen someone look so satisfied in his life. I mean, he looked at me and smiled, then spoke.
"Wow, Jill, I can't believe the change that came over you in the last few minutes. It's most certainly like night and day."
"Look, if this is going to happen, it's going to happen so I like it."
By this time, Norman was already kissing his way down my belly, and although he was using one hand to unsnap my jeans, the other one was still up there playing with my nipples, tickling them and keeping them hot and stiff.
I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed when he first pulled off my pants and panties because this was the first time I was ever letting any boy see my naked cunt. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but as he started to run his fingers through my sparse black pussy patch, he smiled.
"You're so fucking beautiful down here," he said to me.
I couldn't believe it when he moved his mouth to my cunt and then started to lick me. Doctor, I have to explain things to you. I see you seem shocked to think that a girl of fifteen ... excuse me, I was fourteen at the time ... anyway, that a girl of fourteen would be surprised when someone starts to eat them out for the first time.
I led a very sheltered sex life. Most of my friends didn't talk about doing it because none of them did. When Norman had kind of talked me into going along with him, I just expected a straight fuck. You know, the cock going into the cunt. I had never really thought about his eating me out.
But he started to, first spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and then starting to lick my stiffened clit all over. I swear, I was squirming around on the leather car seat and sweating profusely because I was getting off on it so much. My pussy started to spasm fast and I started to get wetter than I had been before.
Norman went at me with the enthusiasm of ten men, I swear. He kept shoving his tongue into my cunt as deep as my thick hymen would let him, and he seemed to be savoring the taste of my pussy juices on his tongue. I could feel his solid tongue licking my cunt walls to get full bursts of cunt cream flavor.
He cupped his hands on my buttocks when I was approaching my first orgasm because I was so hot that I instinctively began to thrust my ass up and down off the seat. Holding my buttocks seemed to be the only way that he could control me and keep me from moving, because I have to admit that I was moving so fast that his mouth couldn't keep up with me.
I felt his hands rubbing my sweating back into my buttocks as I started to come.
I came in colors. By that, I mean I closed my eyes and started to see all kinds of color flashes happening before me. I saw reds and blues, and best of all, these hot pinks that made me squirm with delight.
When that part was over, Norman licked his way back up to my mouth and when I started sucking on his tongue for a few seconds, I could actually taste the sweet flavor of my pussy. I think I understood then why he had been so enthusiastic about it.
As he kissed me, I could feel him lifting his crotch off my naked skin, and I really didn't know just what he was doing until he pressed himself down on me again. He had taken his cock out of his pants and when he touched me again, I could feel his swollen dick in the flesh, pressing against my wet pussy hairs.
"Norman," I said, "do girls suck off guys like guys eat out girls?"
"Of course," he said. "Would you like to try? I want to warn you though, that I've heard the taste takes some getting used to. You might not like it."
"I like you," I said to him. "In fact, I love you. And if something like that would bring you pleasure, I can't see how I wouldn't like it."
He sat up in the front seat and I saw the way his cock was sticking straight up in his lap. I leaned over and moved closer to get a better look.
Norman's cock was about seven inches long, and quite thick. He had a thick patch of brown hair around it and his balls were in a sack that was red and covered with finer hairs. I cupped his balls and he moaned softly.
Then I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to lick it. At first, I was afraid to take it into my mouth because I wasn't sure if I would be able to take the entire thing in. So I was just licking my way up and down his shaft, and I could feel the tension in him. At one point, as I was licking my way over the tip of his cock, I tasted a drop of his come that had escaped the slit.
The flavor was delicious, like nothing I'd ever tasted, and I figured if I could get more of it and bring him pleasure at the same time, there was most definitely something good behind this whole sex thing. It was only then that I opened my mouth and slid it down over his shaft, so far that I could feel him in the back of my throat.
"My God, Jill," he moaned, "you're incredible."
I started to slide my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, and after a few times
Norman made it easier for me by thrusting. He held onto my cheeks, stroking them softly, and he started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. There was one time when I felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and don't laugh, but I thought that there was something wrong.
I pulled my mouth away immediately and looked at him, terrified.
He started to laugh and told me that he was just about to come when I had pulled back. I looked quickly, and saw his cock throb once. Then it all subsided, except for the erection, of course. He was still hard.
"Come on," he said, "you can keep sucking it. When you feel that happening the next time, pull back just a little so you can really taste the come on your tongue. Otherwise, if I'm in too deep, it might get caught in your throat."
By this time, his pubic patch was sweaty, and each time I slid my mouth down his shaft, I could smell the most enticing odor emanating from his patch. I swear, there was so much good about sex. Not only was there the taste and the knowledge that you were bringing your partner such pleasure, but even more, there was that aphrodisiac smell, like nothing that had ever penetrated my nostrils before.
This second time, when he started to pulse, I squeezed his balls hard. I pulled my mouth back, like he had told me, and then I could feel the warm come pumping out into my mouth. I didn't really notice the color then, but I thought that the creamy consistency of it was super. I let some of it drip down my throat because I could feel more and more being pumped from his cock.
The last load was one that I kept in my mouth for a few minutes so I could really savor the sweet flavor of come. I didn't know when I would taste it next.
When I kissed him, after it was over, he told me that he even liked his taste. It was the first time that he had tasted himself in a girl's mouth and we sat there, watching the movie, waiting for him to get hard again so we could fuck, and talking about which tasted better, cock come or cunt cream?
Of course, we couldn't come to an agreement on that, because even though it was my first taste of both, I took cock come over cunt cream by a mile. Norman, of course, said that nothing compared with the flavor of a wet, seeping pussy.
"How many others have you had, by the way?" I asked him, since he was coming off like he was rather experienced.
"Only a few, only a few," he said to me.
He never did give me a set number, and in some ways, I don't know if I'd even like to know. Norman has been so helpful with my recovery from the rape and I love him even more for it.
Anyway, it took about fifteen minutes for Norman to get hard again, and even when he did and I told him I was ready, he suggested that we wait a little bit longer because he wanted to be rock-hard so he could penetrate me.
As he said that, however, he was moving his fingers to my pussy lips and'he was beginning to stroke me softly. He had licked me dry the first time, and he was trying to get me wet for this fuck.
"It's going to be so much easier if you're lubricated with your own cunt juices," he said. "Some people use creams, so I've heard, but there's nothing like the real thing for lubrication."
He didn't even have to talk about it too long, for by the time he had said those words, I was soaking wet again. Norman even told me something about his being happy that I had such a responsive pussy, and making him happy made me happy, too.
He made me lie back gently and then he spread my legs. I have to admit that the position was quite awkward for a first fuck, for even though it was a Caddy it was still pretty tight in the front seat.
Then Norman took hold of his thick cock and started to rub it against my pussy lips. When I first felt that, I could feel my cunt muscles beginning to spasm immediately. It was so incredible. There was such a warmth to his cock that I knew the fuck was going to have to be outrageous.
He slid into me a little, and I could feel my cunt muscles stretching to take him in. But I was so wet that the whole thing was rather easy.
I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and started to push him in more, tightening them as I did it. I made him push his way in even deeper, and then he came against a stop. I could feel it. His cock had come up against a barrier, and that barrier was my own maidenhood. That's what my mother used to call it.
"This might hurt a little," he said to me.
"I know it doesn't have to," I said, kissing him. "You seem to have a way of making everything so nice. Make this nice for me, okay?"
"Okay," he said, and then he started to kiss me hard on the mouth.
It was feeling really good, until he took my lip between his teeth and started to bite it. I could feel his hairless chest pressing against my tits and his cock in my cunt, but the pain on my lips were beginning to overtake everything.
I started to push at him, trying to push him away. My lip was throbbing at the time and I was thinking about the things that my mother would say when I got home and she saw my swollen lip. I knew she'd start yelling at me and telling me that I was nothing more than a cheap slut, because she had once said something like that to me when she found out I had kissed a boy on the lips.
See what kind of family I come from? They're crazy.
Anyway, I was concentrating on my swollen, aching lip so much, that I hadn't even noticed the fact that Norman had finally penetrated me. It wasn't until he let up and I felt him starting to move in and out of me, deeper than before, that I knew he had busted me open. I was no longer a virgin, and there hadn't been any pain at all.
Except for the pain on my lip, but I'm sure that was much better than the pain you're supposed to feel when you're hymen is busted.
I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter inside, and I really didn't know that it was because of my blood until the whole thing was over. I didn't really care, either, because Norman had given me what he had promised. My whole body was bursting with sensation and it was all emanating from his cock moving inside of my cunt. I could feel the thick cock bone rubbing over my clit and my cunt walls were spasming tightly around his bulge.
We were both moaning and breathing harder than ever. Really, I'm surprised that no one in the cars next to us looked over, although, even if they did, I probably wouldn't have noticed. We did have the windows up, which must have made the car look suspicious anyway because it was hot outside, but we were also moaning so loud that I'm sure people in the next cars had to have heard us.
The first time Norman's cock started to pulsate in my pussy, he slowed down a little.
He said that he didn't want to come right away, and I really don't know why because I think that I was ready to take a few shots of his come. I mean, I was imagining what it would feel like, and the only thing I had to equate it with was the way I remembered the come shooting into my mouth.
I remembered the warm creamy burst and I thought that something like that would make my cunt feel sensational. My thoughts turned out to be accurate in the end, because that's exactly how I felt.
But he didn't come right away. I don't know how long we were fucking for, but I do know that we missed more than three-quarters of the movie and had to sit through it again.
When he started to pulse inside of me a second time, he didn't stop. I remember the way he started to lick my ear, then flick his tongue in and out of it, just as his cock started to shoot inside of me.
I'll never forget that warm feeling that came over my body as his cock started to empty his love cream into me. It was a sign of love, too, and that's why I called it 'love cream.' I mean, I've never felt so close to Norman in my life as I did that first time when we started to come together.
His whole body was making all my nerves tingle. I mean, it was like all my nerve endings were exposed and his touching them was sending burst after burst of pleasurable sensations through me. I'm sure he was feeling the same way because I could feel how much his body was sweating and it was pretty close to mine.
Norman kept pumping even after his cock started to go limp inside of me, and it was really amazing to feel him going limp in my pussy tunnel. It was a nice feeling as my cunt walls squeezed his warm, semi-flaccid dick.
Now the reason I went into so much detail about that first time, is I want you to have some kind of an understanding as to where I was at, sexually, when I was raped by this enema bandit. As I've said, I expected him to fuck me from the minute he hit me across the face and burst his way into our house.
I can't say that I expected him to do the same to my sister. He did get to her first. I remember opening my eyes and hearing her screaming, then looking over and seeing her face-down on the carpet with her naked ass up in the air.
The man, who was masked at the time, was shoving an enema nozzle between her buttocks and I knew that he was flooding her with water. I couldn't imagine what it felt like nor did I expect that I was to be the next recipient.
I just remember my sister's screaming, and I started to feel bad because before the man had entered, the two of us had been talking. I had wanted to prepare her for the fact that Norman and I would probably sneak off to the bedroom and fuck. I knew that if I didn't, she would certainly tell my mother and father when they got back.
I wanted her to understand sex, and the pleasures involved in sex, just so she would understand why I was doing it. The only thing was, there was a knock on the door in the middle of our conversation, just before I was going to tell her about the actual physical parts of sex, and then the man knocked me out.
She was raped without knowing that fucking can feel good, and I just can't help feeling guilty about something like that. I mean, it isn't my place to have to tell my sister about sex. It's my mother's place, really, but I know that she would never bring herself to do it. God, the whole thing's so fucking sick!
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jill came to see me, she seemed a little more self-assured, and I was glad to see it. The first time she had come was only a few days after the incident, but a week's passing had probably given her a good deal of time to think things through and maybe she had come to grips with things.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a dungaree dress and I had to admit to her that she looked quite sexy in it. Her hair was up in a tight bun because it was rather warm outside, and she looked older and more mature that way.
My parents left the house that night by seven-fifteen, even though the reception was only ten minutes from the house by car. My father's the kind of man who always-likes to be the first one at an affair.
Anyway, I was expecting Norman over at eight-thirty, and my sister Nicole was sitting in front of the television, glued to whatever shit was on.
Nicole is very, very good-looking. She had red-brown hair, depending on the light she's in, and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen in my life. For a thirteen-year-old, she happens to have a terrific figure, too. Her tits aren't as big as mine are now, but they're bigger than mine ever were when I was thirteen.
I'm sure that she'll have bigger tits than me in a few years. Oh God, I shudder when I think about it. I mean, she could derive such pleasure from those tits of hers but I wouldn't be surprised if she's turned off to men for the rest of her life. I know that I'd probably be if I lost my cherry the way she did.
Anyway, as I was watching her in front of the television, I suddenly decided that I'd better tell her some things. I think I mentioned last week why I thought I should tell her. She still believed all those things that my mother used to feed us about sex and I knew that if Norman and I snuck off to the bedroom, she would start saying something.
"Nicole," I said, "I want to tell you something. When Norman comes over tonight we're probably going to go to my room and go to bed together."
I'll never forget the look on her face. It was as if I was the biggest sinner in the world. Her jaw dropped open a mile wide.
"What? You mean that you've done this kind of thing before? Oh my God, Jill, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I can't believe you would do such a thing."
"Nicole, there's nothing wrong with it."
Do you know what I felt like? I felt like I was Norman the first time I did it with him. I swear, she was a mirror-image of the way I was and I was now trying to convince her that it felt good.
"Have you ever touched yourself and felt pleasure from it?" I asked her. "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes, when it's cold, I know that my nipples get stiff. Haven't you ever touched your nipples when they got stiff and felt a pleasant tingle?"
"Jill, please, don't say things like that," Nicole said, and she was even covering her ears so she wouldn't hear me. I reached over and grabbed her hands.
"Nicole, there is nothing wrong with it. One day you're going to understand because it's going to happen to you. When it does, you'll remember this talk we had and you'll come running to me with an apology. But right now I'm not looking for your approval."
"What are you looking for then?" she asked.
"I just want to make sure that you're going to keep your mouth shut, that's all. I don't want you telling mom or dad about this."
She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned back to the television and started to watch. I don't remember how much time went by before she turned around again, touched my leg, then looked up at me.
"Maybe you're right," she said. "I talk to some of my friends and they say that sex is nice. I've been thinking that mom wouldn't ever say sex is nice, just because of the way she is. I guess you are right."
"Oh, I am," I said to her. "Look, I was scared the first time it happened, a little. But once it was happening and we were in the middle of it, there was no reason to be scared. There's no reason to be scared of something that's going to feel so good."
"Tell me what it feels like," she said to me.
I was just about to, right at that moment, but then the doorbell rang. I told her that I'd tell her in a minute, thinking that it was Norman at the door and he would even be able to help me explain some things.
Well, it wasn't Norman at the door. I flung it open and this lecherous looking man was standing there. He had brown hair and a mask across his face. He wore a long brown trench-coat, and that was really all I took in at first.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?' I screamed at him, and all of a sudden I felt his fist smash into my face. I couldn't believe the force behind the blow. It sent me reeling to the floor and I know that I passed out because when I woke up, he had already gotten things started.
The first thing that I heard was my little sister's muffled cries of pain, and my vision wasn't clear enough for me to see what was actually going on. I could see that the front door was closed, and when I squinted I noticed that the chain had been slid into the lock. I wanted to reach up for it, open the door and run for help, but I could hardly raise myself up to my feet.
By the time I realized that I didn't have the energy to get up and open the door, my vision had cleared some, and that's when I was able to see what he was doing to my sister. It was incredible.
He had her face-forward on the carpet, and I didn't notice until later that he had tied her hands together. What I could see was this: My sister's ass was raised up off the floor, since he had propped her on her knees. Her pants and panties had been pulled down to her knees so that her naked ass was exposed.
I squinted even more and I could see the man holding the enema bag in his hand. The minute he rammed the nozzle into her ass-hole, and he did it with a tremendous force, she let out a long scream, louder than the others but still muffled.
The man was laughing his head off as he watched my sister squirm in torment. Then I noticed something else. His trench-coat was open now and he wasn't wearing any pants under it. I could see that his cock was hard, long and thick.
The only cock I had to compare it with was Norman's, and this one looked so much larger, and as a result, so much more terrifying.
"All right, you bitch," the man was saying, in a low, hushed voice, "you love this, don't you? Yeah, baby, you love to be filled. And you're going to love it even more when I start to fuck you. Yeah, you'll love being fucked."
When I heard that, I started to crawl toward the living room where this whole thing was taking place. When the man saw me, he smiled at me in the most depraved manner.
"Oh, it looks like big sister's come to join the party," he said, and I saw the way he was stroking my sister's virgin pussy from behind as he continued to fill her with water from the enema.
"Please leave her alone," I moaned. "Please, she isn't experienced."
He reached over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me closer to him. I had to crawl fast, for I thought he'd surely pull my hair out of my head in large tufts. He slapped me across the face once more.
"You'll wait your turn, honey," he said to me.
The second smack in the face didn't knock me unconscious, but it did knock any energy out of me that I had managed to build up since coming out of my first state of unconsciousness. I could only lie there and watch what he was doing.
He was rubbing his cock against my sister's buttocks, and then I finally saw him pull the dripping hose out of her anus. When she started to let the water leak out he smashed his open palm against her buttock and screamed at her.
"You'd better hold it in, kid, or else I'll kill you."
I gasped when he said that. I couldn't believe that he would threaten her like that, and I think he really intended to carry out his threat. I reached over and began to stroke my sister's soft hair.
"It's going to be okay, Nicole, it's going to be okay. It's not like this at all. It's never like this. He's being brutal."
"Shut up," the man said, spitting his words out at me.
Of course, Nicole did. I saw the man spitting into his hand then and rubbing thick wads of saliva all over his swollen purple cock. Then, before he gave her any notice, he rammed his way into her cunt from behind.
I could see her whole body spasming with pain after that first thrust, and the rapist didn't even wait for the pain to subside. He started to thrust his thick cock in and out of her cunt with a fiery fury. I could tell by the look on his face that he was getting off on it.
"Hey, you feel like a fucking water bed," he said to her.
I noticed that his cock was already coated with her virgin blood as he pulled himself out. Of course, he never pulled himself all the way out because he wanted to fuck her until he came. I could tell by the look on his face.
I kept stroking my sister's hair because I didn't know what else to do. I had thought, again, of getting up and running for help, but I was too weak and I knew that the minute I would move to get up, the man would knock me down and get me.
I felt so bad, for all I could do was sit there and watch him rape the shit out of her. I could see his whole body getting tense right before he was going to come, and he pulled out of her cunt and started to jerk himself to his orgasm. I saw his white come shooting out on my sister's back, and then, as the ejaculations started pumping with less force, the come landed on her buttocks and on her ass crack.
You should have heard him moaning. He was so animalistic that I thought he wasn't human at all. He whipped his cock against her ass a few times as he squeezed it to get the last drops of come out. Then he just pushed her forward so she was lying flush against the floor, and started on me.
"Come on, we need a refill," he said, standing up and pulling my arm with one hand while his other hand reached for the enema bag.
It was only then, as my sister rolled over, looking like she was in terrible pain, that I noticed the way he had tied her hands together at the wrists. She looked at me with pained eyes as he dragged me off to the kitchen.
I didn't try to fight him, for I thought that my sister would try to call for help, now that she was left alone in the living room. Of course, she couldn't do that because he had pulled the phone from the jack. Besides, she could hardly even move. After he was finished with me and had left, I ran into the living room and saw my sister lying on the rug, rocking back and forth, moaning in her own shit. She had held the enema in during the fuck, but had let everything leak out once he was gone.
When I was alone with him in the kitchen, and he was filling the orange enema bag, I thought of trying to reason with him.
"Please, why do you want to do this?" I asked.
"Shut up," he said to me, then slapped me again.
I watched the rubber enema bag expand to almost twice its thickness as he let it fill with water. I knew he was going to expect me to take the whole thing in, even though I didn't think I would ever be able to do it.
While he was filling up the bag, he pushed me on my knees and demanded that I start sucking his cock. I could see my sister's virgin blood on his flaccid dick and my stomach started to churn. I turned my head away, and he pulled me by the hair, then shoved his limp dick right against my mouth.
"Open your fucking mouth before I break your jaw," he said.
I could taste the blood as soon as his dick was in my mouth, and I licked most of it off fast so that I wouldn't have to taste it for too long. I kept sucking and sucking, thinking that the faster I brought him off, the faster it would all be over.
The only thing was, he wasn't getting hard at all. His dick remained flaccid throughout my sucking, which wasn't too long.
He only had me suck him until he had taken the enema bag away from the water tap. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me down to the tile kitchen floor. He rolled me over on my back and ripped at my pants and panties, yanking them down around my legs.
"I don't think I have to tie you, do I big sister?" he asked. "You seem like you're going to be a lot more cooperative than junior was."
With those words, he rammed the enema nozzle up my ass-hole. I couldn't believe how much it hurt, especially because of the force behind it. He had filled it with warm water, and as I felt it shooting into me it did relax me a little bit. The only thing was, I never thought I'd be able to hold it in. Even as it was rushing inside of my ass-hole, I couldn't help but think that I was ready to expel it then. I knew that the minute he took the nozzle out, I would let it all out.
I didn't think I'd be able to do anything to hold it in. The nozzle seemed to be acting as some kind of cork, also, and that cork was keeping the water in my ass.
"You'd better hold it in, you bitch," he said, threateningly.
Then he slapped his cock against my buttocks, and I could feel how hard he had gotten. Obviously, that enema did something to him to make him rock hard for it hadn't been in me for more than a minute when he slapped me with, his dick.
"Oh, yeah," he was moaning, "you're sure to be more experienced than your little sister, aren't you? Yeah, I figured that big sister had fucked her brains out with many people before. You look the type."
There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't say any of them without cursing him out. I kept my mouth shut for that reason. I was in bad enough condition as it was and I didn't want to do anything to fuck myself up further.
The enema filled me up fast and I felt like I was some kind of balloon. I swear, I never had to go to the bathroom so bad in my life, and as he pulled out the hose I clenched my ass muscles tight to try and keep from leaking. He stroked my buttocks and that didn't do a damn thing to help me.
"Are you wet inside?" he asked me.
"My ass is soaked," I said to him.
"I'm talking about your cunt, you stupid bitch. I know your ass is wet."
I don't know where I got the balls to say what I said next, and I'm sorry that I ever did.
I had the bruise on my cheek from the punch he gave me after I said it for three days longer than any other bruise.
"How the hell do you expect that my cunt's going to be wet?" I asked him. "Do you think your sickness is turning me on in any way?"
Then he socked me across the face. After that, he just rammed his cock into my cunt, and it was a dry run all the way. I could feel his cock skin chafing my pussy tunnel and it felt like he was ripping at my cunt skin.
I could also feel something else. He wasn't hitting my clit at all from that doggie-style position, and I was able to move my hands between my legs and do something about that.
I could feel my stiffened clit and I started to pinch it and rub it back and forth in order to make myself wet. Of course I was hitting his cock with my fingers and he must have thought that I was doing it all for that reason.
The lunkhead probably never even realized what a clit is. He probably doesn't even know how to satisfy a woman, for if he had, he surely would have known that I'd never get wet from the way he was fucking me.
Of course, I didn't think about him fucking me as I tried to masturbate myself into some kind of wet climax. I don't think that I ever would have been able to achieve anything had I thought about him fucking me. I mean, the whole thing was so disgusting and he was such a fucking brute that he wasn't turning me on at all.
And of course, it was hard to fantasize about something else when you could feel that water splashing back and forth inside of you each time his groin slapped against my ass. It was terrible.
I can honestly say that the worst part about the whole thing was the wheezing noises he was making as he fucked me. I mean, I didn't think that it was his cock. I was fantasizing that it was Norman's, of course. But each time he started to wheeze and moan, something that you wouldn't believe until you heard it, I was reminded that this bastard was fucking me.
He didn't even try to hold back, and the first time his cock started to pulsate hard in my cunt, he just kept going until he was filling me with his come. I can't say that it upset me that he didn't try to hold back. I mean, I would have preferred him to come even faster, just to get the whole thing over with. As soon as he was finished coming he just pulled his way out of me and pushed me down flat against the floor.
His two hands started to massage my fleshy white buttocks, hard, and I could feel myself beginning to drip. I really didn't care, and obviously, he didn't either, so long as the fuck was over. He spread my ass cheeks wide apart, as if he wanted to see the actual leakage of piss and shit, and everything else I had inside of me.
Then the front doorbell rang, and I glanced up at the clock. It was Norman, I knew, for it was eight-thirty and he was always precisely on time.
The doorbell ringing scared the shit out of our enema rapist, for he just picked up his bag and ran to the back kitchen door. I looked up at him, just as he was closing his trench-coat. He smiled at me, the bastard.
"Well, kid," he said, "it was certainly nice fucking you and your sister. Remember me when this you see."
Then he held up the enema bag so I could get one last glance at it, and he was opening the back door and running out that way. I just lay there, listening to the front doorbell ringing again and again. Finally, I managed to sit up and when I did I could feel the water dripping out of my ass-hole even faster.
You're not going to believe what I did next. I knew that Norman would get upset if I didn't answer the door fast, and I wanted him inside to help me get things settled. So the first thing that I did was hop onto the sink and I just started to let everything out there. I know that shitting in a sink sounds disgusting to you because it certainly sounds disgusting to me, but I didn't have time to think about it then.
After I was empty, I ran to the front door, pulling up my pants on the way. When Norman looked at my face, he could see all the bruises. He knew that something was terribly wrong, and then he heard my sister moaning.
That was when I looked over and saw her groveling in her own shit. Norman seemed a little embarrassed to see her lying there with her legs spread and her cunt exposed, but he did help me get her to the bathroom.
We called the police later, and they were still at the house when my parents came home. By this time, we had both emptied ourselves and I had cleaned up the carpet stains as best I could. Of course, my mother was shocked that such a thing like this could happen, and that pissed me off.
For the first few minutes she stood there, incredulously, repeating herself.
"No," she was saying, "it just didn't happen. Things like this don't happen to my little girls."
I wanted to slap her. Because I know that it's her shitty attitude which is keeping my sister from getting over it. Nicole hasn't been the same since and I'm trying to help her come to grips with what happened. I really hope I can. She's so sweet and I love her so much. I want her to grow up normal.
CONCLUSION
I can only say that it's a tremendously healthy attitude that Jill is taking and her coming to grips with the incident so soon after it happened is most encouraging. I think she would have had a lot more trouble dealing with it, had her sister not been a victim as well.
I tried to explain some of the reasons certain men feel they need to inflict enemas upon struggling victims. I explained the whole power trip a man can feel, as well as the turn-on of degrading a victim.
I told Jill that I would be willing to see her sister to try and help her, but that I feel their mother should come in first. Unless her attitude changes and she keeps up with the times, she is certainly going to hinder her daughter's recovery.
This case is quite similar to one that is depicted in the new enema film "Waterpower" and I told Jill that if she saw it, it might help her understand things even more. There is one scene with two sisters, one a virgin, the other not, and their attack by an enema rapist is depicted quite brutally and. accurately.
The film is highly recommended for anyone by me, whether you're an enema enthusiast or not, for it gives new insight into the watersport.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Judy B. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Judy is a pleasantly attractive girl whose looks begin to grow on you as you see more and more of her. She has long brown hair and brown eyes that actually sparkle with child-like innocence.
When she first came to see me she was wearing a short skirt and tight blouse, and it was easy for me to see that she had a completely curvaceous figure. Her dress slinked up her long brown leg as she sat, revealing the most shapely thighs.
The one thing I liked about Judy was her eagerness to talk. She didn't seem the bit hesitant about telling me about her enema experience, and I took it as a tremendously healthy sign.
Now, I just want you to know that the reason I'm so willing to talk to you is because I've heard something's supposed to happen to make you feel better about the incident when you talk to someone about it. I haven't been able to tell anyone about it for a simple reason.
It was my math teacher who did it to me.
Now I know you wanted to hear about rapes, and everything, but don't, get upset Doctor. Even though my teacher and I used to fuck each other every so often, I still consider that time with the enema a rape because I didn't want anything like that to happen at all and he just forced himself on me.
Rape is force, right? I know it is. I mean, you could even say that a man raped his own wife if he forced himself on her. I'd say so at least. For as far as I know, or as far as I believe, a rape is a forced attack.
Rudy didn't have to force himself on me the first few times. In fact, I don't even remember the actual conversation that had occurred leading up to our first fuck, but I remember coming on to him as much as he was coming on to me.
Mr. Ross, or Rudy as I've been calling him, had to be one of the best looking teachers I'd ever seen in my life. He had short brown hair and a cleft in his chin, and was also one of the youngest teachers in the school. He's only about twenty-five, and unmarried, which is something I found out the first day in his class.
It wasn't until about the third week that he asked me to come to his office. I had no idea that anything sexual would occur, although I have to admit that I had fantasized about it a hundred times.
I used to look at his crotch in class to see if I could make out any outline of a cock bulge there. Sometimes I did, and when I did that bulge kept me fascinated for the rest of the class.
Anyway, I was leaving class one day, after the third week, and he called me over and asked to see me in his office during his free period.
"What ever for?" I asked, even though I knew I would go.
"I have to talk to you about your work in class," he said.
He had only given us one test and we hadn't gotten it back at the time. Immediately, I started to think that I must have fucked up the test good. I started to think that he was going to give me this long lecture. I had no idea if I did good or not, even though I thought I knew the stuff.
I went to his office during the fifth period, rather than go to lunch. He had a small, private office, and I didn't even notice him locking the door behind me as I entered. He had a large window looking out on the track field, and since, we were three flights up, he didn't pull the shades. I'm sure he figured no one would see us, and no one ever did as far as I know.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked, trying to shift my short skirt down a little because it had slid up my leg when I sat.
Mr. Ross was sitting on his desk at the time, and I couldn't help but notice that his cock looked like it was beginning to get stiffer.
"First, the test," he said to me.
"Did I fuck it up? Ooops, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that in front of you."
"Why not?" he asked, licking his lips. "Do you think I'm so prim and proper that I don't use words like that? Come on, I'm a person, too."
I laughed a little. He was the first teacher who had ever come out and told me that he was a person, too. Most teachers I've come across are on their teacher trips and if you forget who they are and don't treat them with respect and dignity, they can get really mad at you. I liked the fact that Mr. Ross wasn't like that at all.
"All right," I said. "Tell me then, did I do bad or good?"
"You did pretty well," he said to me.
"What's that mean?" I asked him.
"It means this. If I didn't doctor up your paper a little bit, you would have failed. I don't understand it, Judy. You seem to be attentive and alert in class, and I've always found you most attractive and inspiring. I thought for sure that you'd be one of my better students."
"I'm sorry if I disappointed you," I said, and I know I was flirting with him by what I said next. "But then again, it's sometimes so hard to concentrate with the kinds of distractions you run into in your class."
"What kind?" he asked, and he .seemed very concerned.
"Well, for one thing, you're a very handsome man. Sometimes I find myself just looking at you and forgetting about everything that you're teaching. I can't help it but I like the way you look."
"Thank you," he said, and I could see his cock bulge getting even stiffer.
"Then there's that other distraction," I said to him.
"What other distraction?" he asked, smiling.
How could you go about telling your teacher that his cock was the distraction? I had no idea. Instead, I just pointed to the bulge down his left leg and then he smiled at me even more. I couldn't help but smile back.
"I see," he said. "So, my cock distracts you?"
"Yes," I said, quite surprised that he had come out and used the word. "I sometimes see the bulge and I wonder just what you look like."
Then Mr. Ross did something that I had fantasized about, but never quite expected. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his large eight-inch cock. I couldn't believe it when I saw it sticking straight out at me. He started to run his hand up and down the extended shaft and I could see that he was deriving a tremendous amount of pleasure from it. It was so beautiful.
"Would you like to touch it?" he asked. "Maybe if you get more familiar with it I won't distract you so much in class."
I reached out and took hold of his cock, and as I did, he lifted his ass up off his desk and slid his pants down so that I could see his thick pubic patch and large swinging balls. I cupped them in my hand.
"You have a wonderful touch," he said to me. "Would you like to taste him?"
I had never thought of sucking his cock before, but when he asked me that, it was all I wanted to do. I moved my mouth to his large dick and started to lick him. Mr. Ross let out the longest, most satisfied moan I'd ever heard, and all I wanted to do was make him feel good for as long as I could.
I opened my mouth and took his cock all the way down my throat. I could smell his strong male fragrance and then he started to reach for my blouse buttons and open them. My whole body was tingling with excitement. I hadn't known that he was going to try to fuck me, even as I was sucking his cock.
As I ran my mouth up and down his shaft, I thought that all he'd want is for me to suck him off and that would be all. I could feel his hot balls hitting my chin each time he moved in deep, and that was most pleasing.
Mr. Ross started to finger my stiff nipples once my blouse was open, and I could feel my whole body tingling. I had fucked once before in my life, so I wasn't a virgin, but Mr. Ross was going to be my first older man. I can't tell you what it felt like to know that this older man desired me.
I could feel his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and I thought that he was going to come then and not be able to get it up again. For that reason alone, I pulled my mouth back from his cock and squeezed it.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked, moaning and pinching my nipples even harder. "Don't you like the taste of come?"
"I've only tasted it once or twice," I said to him. "I happen to love it."
"Then suck me off all the way," he said "I'll be able to get it up again."
I should have figured. I mean, the boy I had been with had been just a boy and once he came he was so exhausted that he didn't even think of trying to get it up again. But once I had my teacher's assurance, I went back to the cock, full force.
I started to lick the tip of his dick with my tongue and I could feel the way his whole body was shivering.
I tasted a drop of his come, seeping from the head, and then he started to pulsate hard. When he did that, I could feel him flooding my mouth with his come. I tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much for me to handle.
He did start to go limp when he came, and he pulled his cock from my mouth.
"Now," he said, "I want to work on what's been distracting me in class."
"Oh, and what's that?" I asked.
"You think it's easy for me to sit in class with you just staring at me all the time? You think it's easy for me to control myself when I see the way your tits are pushing out of your blouse. Sometimes your nipples look so ripe and juicy."
Even as he said that, he was lifting me up to my feet and kissing my neck. Then he stood up off his desk and started to lay me down on my back.
"Yeah," he was saying, "you have the kind of nipples that could just drive a teacher insane, and that ass of yours is something to brag about, too."
While he said that, he moved his hand down to my skirt and started to slide it off, taking my panties with it. When he saw my brown-haired cunt he started to moan softly, then he moved his fingers to my cunt lips and stroked them softly. I could feel my cunt lips getting wet as he stroked them.
He moved his mouth to my nipples and started to lick them and I could feel them popping out with stiff pleasure. He started to bite on them gently and I could feel my hot, wet pussy getting even wetter.
Mr. Ross didn't seem to be able to get enough of my nipples, but that didn't bother me. The more he licked them the more turned on I got, and that was fine. By the time he started to lick his way down my flat white belly, I had already come once.
He slid his tongue through my pussy patch, and then he buried his head between my legs and started to eat me with such gusto. I could feel his tongue playing with my clit, and that showed me how experienced he was.
I mean, the other boy that I'd been with didn't seem to know what he was doing when he ate me, but Mr. Ross was a grown man and he knew just what to do.
I could feel my whole body bursting with sensation and then he shoved his hands under my sweaty buttocks and cupped them to keep me steady. Mr. Ross ate me really well and then, when he was finished, he left me wet.
He did that because he was dying to really fuck me, and as he started to position himself between my legs, I could see that he hadn't let me down. I mean that physically, for his cock was at full mast once again, stiff and pointing straight out.
He rubbed his cock head against my cunt and then it was a smooth sail inside. I wrapped my legs tightly around his buttocks and almost forced him into me, deep. I could feel his sweaty groin rubbing against my cunt and I knew that he was in all the way. He moved his fingers to my nipples, started to stroke them softly, then began a fast, steady thrusting which had me psyched throughout.
I'll never forget the first time he came inside of me. It was such a warm, soothing feeling when he shot his creamy come up my cunt. I could feel the sweat of his buttocks with my feet, and then he pumped even harder.
When it was over, we lay in each other's arms for a few minutes and it was so nice because he just kept kissing me all over.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" he asked. "It could get me fired."
"Of course I won't," I said. "I don't want to lose a good thing."
However, if I had known he was going to force an enema on me, I think that maybe I would have said something.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Judy came to see me she was wearing a long peasant dress and I thought that she looked sensational. She seemed a little more relaxed during this second interview and the reason why is explained in the beginning of her interview. I can honestly say beforehand that I think Judy is well on the way to recovery and some kind of acceptance of enemas.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she turns into an enema enthusiast in years to come, and even told her so.
Do you like the way I look today? I dressed this way especially for Rudy because I know he can get to me better. You see, all I have to do now is lean forward and lift my dress up from the back, then he can get to my ass.
You seem shocked? You shouldn't be. The first time he gave me an enema, the time that I'm going to tell you about, was absolutely awful. I guess now that I'm getting used to them, I can explain, more or less, the difference between why it was so terrible the first time and why I'm getting more and more used to it as time goes by.
There's a difference in being forced to take one and agreeing to try so you can see if you actually like it. I think that's the major difference, but ... There's no sense in my even going on like this. Let me just tell you about what happened the first time and the events leading up to it. Rudy and I had been fucking each other once a day, steadily, during the next few weeks. I mean, I just couldn't get enough of his ripe, hard cock.
He had been right in some other ways, too. You see, he had told me, after out first fuck, that maybe now that I knew what he looked like naked, I wouldn't dream about it and I'd be able to concentrate in class.
You know, that was the excuse I'd given him before he pulled his cock out for the first time and let me see it in the flesh. Well, I really thought that was going to make me improve in math, but I had another think coming to me. We were getting into geometry at the time, and I had barely been able to master algebra the year before. I liked math and everything, and I liked the concepts, but I just couldn't make things work right. I mean, no matter how much I tried, following formulas and all, I just never got the right answer.
I felt even worse about it because of Rudy. I knew that he had gone out of his way to fix up my first test so that it would look like I did good. After all, could you imagine what he would feel like if he had to fail his prize student?
I was in his office about a month later after the second test. We had just finished fucking, and I was sitting on his lap with my warm ass nestled over his spent dick, keeping him warm and safe. He reached over and played with my nipples gently, then started talking to me again.
"You fucked up good on the second test, too," he said.
"What? What do you mean? Oh, Rudy, I tried so hard to do good. I swear to you that I even studied for this one."
His fingers moved down to my pussy and he began to finger me softly. I spread my legs and moaned as his finger made contact with my clit and then began to massage my little love button. I could feel his cock rising against my ass.
"I'd like to believe that you studied," he said to me. "But how can I believe you when I see the kinds of marks you're getting?"
"I'll make a wager with you," I said to him. "I'll make a wager just to prove that I'm trying but I just can't do it. Don't you believe that it's possible for someone to not be able to do something like math?"
"No," he said. "I could never understand it. It's so simple, everything. All you have to do is follow certain formulas, and all you have to do is memorize the first few formulas and everything else is derived from that."
"Well then, here's my proposal. After fucking, instead of just sitting around waiting for you to get hard again, we can start with math tutoring."
"What?"
"You heard me. I want you to tutor me in your office. Just repeat the lessons, or the parts I don't understand. Then we'll see how good I do on the test."
"What are the stakes?" he asked, and I could feel his hard cock head now nestled between my soft buttocks. God, does he have a nice cock!
"I don't know," I said. "We'll just decide when we get to it. I'll show you how much I know, but if I still fuck-up. on the test that means I'm not good at it."
"So if you fuck-up," he said, "you win. But if you do good, I win. Now, you have to promise me that you'll try to do your best. You can't fuck-up purposely just to win."
"I won't do that," I said to him.
So the bet was on. I swear, it was hard to concentrate on learning math right after a hearty fuck, and even harder when the guy teaching you everything was sitting there absolutely naked. He would yell at me sometimes when I looked at his cock getting hard again, rather than the math paper we were working on. '
Let me tell you, I studied like a bitch for that test, and having had everything reinforced from Rudy's extra tutoring also helped.
When I say it helped, I meant that I did good on the test. But you have to believe me, Doctor. I had tried just as hard on the other tests. I'd studied just as much, but I guess all the extra tutoring did help.
When I got to Rudy's office the afternoon after we'd taken the test, he was sitting behind his desk and he was smiling.
"All right," I said, "how did I do?"
"You really want to know?" he asked, smiling. "You want to know if you won or if I won, right?"
"Yes," I said, sitting on the desk, facing him.
"Here," he said, handing me the paper. There was a large number written on the top. 100!! I couldn't believe it. "You got the highest mark in the class, Judy, and I didn't have to fix up the test this time. I just marked it as I saw it and that's the way I saw it."
"Wow," I said. "I think that's great. I never thought I'd get a hundred."
"You didn't, did you? That just tells me that you never studied for the others, so the bet stays. And now I'm going to take my reward."
"What's that?" I asked him.
"Just roll over on your stomach and pull your pants down. I have a nice, big surprise and it's just for you."
This is where the rape begins, as far as I'm concerned. I mean, I did pull down my pants and expose my rosy ass for him because I thought he was going to fuck me from behind.
In fact, I closed my eyes and spread my legs a little bit more because I was already wet with anticipation, expecting him to move right in. I felt one of his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart as far as one hand could manage, and then I felt a ripping pain in my ass as he thrust the enema hose inside.
At first, I didn't know what the hell it was, but then I felt the fast rush of warm water traveling inside of me. I thought the whole thing was sick and disgusting and tried to pull away, but Rudy had placed his hand firmly on my back and he was pushing me down against the desk, preventing me from moving.
"Stop it," I said. "Stop it or I'm going to scream out."
"Don't you dare," .he said, and he slapped me on the buttock. "If you scream out I'll get fired, and you'll get into big trouble, too."
"I don't want this. Cut it out."
"You made a bet, baby, and you play by the rules. You lost and now I'm giving you just what I want to give you. A nice, warm enema."
The water was rushing inside of my ass, and it felt so uncomfortable. It was such a strange feeling, especially since I was always used to the reverse. In some ways, it's so unnatural for you to feel water rushing in. Uch!
I felt like I was filled like a balloon by the time he had squeezed the whole bag into me, and when he pulled the nozzle out of my ass, it was even worse. I had to concentrate so hard on keeping my ass-hole tight or else I would have let it leak out all over Mr. Ross' floor. Could you imagine what the janitor would think?
"You just hold it in now baby," he said, stroking my buttocks gently so I got lost in the feelings a little. But when I did, I felt a trickle and concentrated on my ass-hole again.
Then he pried my legs farther apart and started to massage my cunt. Rudy was smart. He knew that he had to move his hand around to my pussy from the front to get a better grip on my clit, and when he started to stroke it I thought that I was going to leak all over the place.
He began to move his cock into my cunt from behind. You know what that was like? It's like having someone squeeze at the water balloon that you're holding when you haven't gotten a good enough knot at the top yet. I mean, his cock was stretching my cunt and stretching my inside skin so that the water began to trickle down my leg.
I'm glad that I took a shit right before coming to see him because most of what came out was only liquid.
He started to fuck me good and hard, and he kept telling me the way it felt. I wasn't at all turned on because of the trickle of water. It was grossing me out and I thought I was going to puke.
"Yeah, Judy, you feel just like a fully-filled water bed, do you know that? Yeah, my cock feels so fucking great inside of your cunt when your ass is filled with water because it's all in your bladder and my cock can swim in it."
Of course, that wasn't all true. I mean, it must have felt like his cock was floating in me more than usual. He didn't get any of my leaking ass wetness on his cock. The only thing that made his cock wet was the creamy juices of my cunt. I think he got some of my excrement on his pubic hairs because I did notice it there when we were finished.
I can't even tell you how long the fuck took, Doctor, but each minute seemed like an agonizing hour. Each thrust in made me wince with pain and disgust because it would cause a little more water to drip out.
I have to admit that my pussy was feeling good and my whole body was tingly because of the cock-stimulation I was getting from him, but how can it be good when you have to keep your mind on something else all the time? That's just the way it worked. I had to keep thinking about that water, not only because I knew it would all gush out if I didn't, but even more, because I could feel it constantly dripping down my leg.
When Rudy's cock started to pulsate inside of my cunt, it was pulsating hard. I could feel it stretching me even more, and that was bad. Those few minutes of cock pulsations caused more water to leak out of me than any of the time before.
When he did start coming, I could feel myself on the verge. But I really just prevented myself from having an orgasm because when I do, I just like to let every muscle in my body relax and I knew what a mess that would be.
Rudy's come continued to fill me, and it wasn't until he had pulled out that I quickly pulled my pants up and then took a fast run down the hall to the bathroom. When I got back I could see him rolling up this large plastic cloth that had been on the floor. It was one of those things that painters use for painting. I hadn't even noticed that it was there at the time of the fuck, mainly because my mind was concentrating on other things at the time.
"You're a fucking bastard," I said to him. "How the hell could you have done something like that to me? That's rape."
"What? Come off it, Judy. We made a bargain and you lost. I just took what I wanted from you because I knew that I couldn't get you to do it any other way."
"You could have asked me," I said to him, getting my books ready.
I was planning to storm out of there, but then he stopped me.
"Would you have done it if I asked you?" he said to me.
"No!"
"That's why I didn't ask you. Judy, you're being totally unreasonable about the whole thing. You made the bet and..."
But I was already out of his office, running down the hall. I came to see you the day after it happened and I was so upset about the whole thing. Do you remember what we talked about after the first interview, Doctor?
I had told you that he raped me, and you said that even though it was technically a rape, I should consider myself fortunate in the sense that he was someone I knew, and other than the enema, there was no threat to my life like there has been with many of your other patients. That started me thinking.
I went to see Rudy the day after I saw you, which was two days after the first rape. We sat down in his office and talked quite civilly. I told him that I had seen you and he thought it was a good idea. Then he asked me if I would take an enema again.
"I do like you, Judy," he said to me. "I didn't want the enema to chase you away from me for good. I think that you're something special."
You couldn't believe how I was melting when he said those words, and because he seemed so sincere, I let him give me one again. This time, however, I told him when I wanted him to stop the flow of water and he was decent enough to go along with what I wanted. When we did it together, the whole experience was so different.
I mean, there was still that uncomfortableness behind it, but knowing that I could stop it anytime I wanted to was certainly reassuring, and we did have the plastic tarp cloth just in case I dripped a little.
I don't mind them so much anymore, but one day I really want to reverse roles and give one to Rudy. I've managed to keep the water in when I'm coming, and I just wonder if he can do the same. I'm sure that I'll have to spring it on him, the way he did it to me, but I don't think it's going to be so hard.
In the meanwhile, I guess I'm getting into the enema scene, and I just hope that when it comes time for Rudy and me to split (something that I know is going to happen eventually because I do plan on going away to college and I'm sure he's going to continue teaching at the school, so our lives will just drift apart) that I'll be able to find someone else who'll be willing to give me an enema if I need it.
CONCLUSION
As I've said earlier, I think that Judy's attitude toward enemas is extremely healthy. I am also glad that Judy is sensible enough to realize that she and her teacher are bound to part, eventually, for when she told me some of the things that Mr. Ross said to her in order to convince her to have another go with the enema, I thought that it was just a line to lead her on.
Judy told me that she never really asked Mr. Ross why he loves enemas so much and I told her it might help her come to grips with it even more if she asked him. After all, how many young girls get to find out what drove a man to rape them?
Of course, I must specify again that this was more or less a rape in Judy's mind, for she had been having intercourse with this man steadily for some time, but I do feel she is perfectly justified in calling the enema attack a rape. She didn't want it, but now that she's experienced it she's willing to explore more.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Merrily F. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Merrily's case is surely one of the most unusual cases I have ever come across in all my years of practice, mainly because of the actual circumstances leading up to the rape and the results that followed.
Merrily is a tall, thin girl with shoulder-length black hair. Her breasts are not large, but in proportion to her frame, she looks quite lovely.
I went to see her in the hospital where she was recovering from the rape, which happened to have been her second. I'd tell you more about that, but I think I should rely on my patients to do the talking for themselves.
I feel a little sleepy now, doctor. They gave me something because they're afraid I'll break out in hysterics as I start to tell you just what happened to me. I don't think that I will, however, because the first rape is one that I've gotten over now and it's going to take me a long time to tell you about it. I don't even know if I'll get to the second one, although I might.
Anyway, it's the second one I haven't gotten over yet, mainly because it happened to me and the police didn't come to save me until it was over.
I can see you shaking your head, and you're probably thinking that the police never arrive at the scene of a crime until it's over. Well, that might be true, but it's not supposed to happen when you're acting as a police decoy.
That's right. You see, after the first rape, which was just an ordinary one, I agreed to be a decoy for them. But I'll get to that later.
The first one happened in a park near my house, and the reason I was walking through it late at night was because I'd always remembered it being so safe. I used to go up there with a lot of kids from high school at night, and they would be there until all hours. I was at my friend Ginny's house and it was about eleven-thirty when I got ready to go home.
"Want me and my father to walk you there?" Ginny asked.
I started to laugh. I'm not such a fierce heroine or anything like that, and I didn't take it as an insult to be asked, but the neighborhood was still pretty good.
"What for?" I asked. "All I have to do is cut through the park and that's all there is to it."
"That's why," Ginny said. "I think you shouldn't cut through the park. I wouldn't walk through that park alone, this late."
"Ginny," I said, getting indignant because I already had my coat on and I was standing near the door, "I'm going to run through it fast. It takes one minute, the whole trip. Nothing could possibly happen, believe me. And stop looking at me like that. What are you trying to do, scare me before I go?"
She smiled. I knew she wasn't trying anything of the sort. She just wanted to make sure that I got home safely.
So I left her house and entered Pond Park. I always thought that it was a stupid name for a park, but they had named it that because there was a pond right in the center of it. The pond used to be the big attraction that drew everyone there, but during the last two years it had dried up.
I thought I heard some kids laughing as I walked through the park, and that just made me think that there were some cars parked in the parking lot a few feet away. I can honestly say that I felt better knowing there were some kids there, just in case anything should happen. I knew that I could yell and they would find me in a second.
I wasn't prepared for what happened. As I was walking by this tree, I suddenly felt someone jumping down on top of me. My first instinct was to scream, but he had knocked all the air out of me. By the time I took a few gasps and tried to catch my breath so I could scream, this figure on top of me had stuffed a large cloth into my mouth so I couldn't.
"Hey, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," the man said.
I was so scared. I can't remember ever being more scared of anything else in my life. I started to think back to a conversation Ginny and I had once had about rape.
"If it was ever going to happen to me," I said, "I'd just spread my legs and let him do it. I'd do that rather than run the risk of his killing me."
"You're crazy," Ginny had said. "I'd fight him off, believe me. I don't want anyone raping me so long as I can fight."
"It can't be that bad," I said. "It's just a fuck."
Let me tell you doctor, it's easy to talk about these things, but when someone is actually getting ready to do it, that's quite another thing.
As soon as he said he was going to fuck me, I started to panic. I forgot all about my leg-spreading theory because it was actually happening. When I first tried to kick my rapist away, he slapped me across the face hard.
That was it, really. That knocked the breath out of me for good and after that he could do anything he wanted to do.
He ripped my blouse open in the front and pushed my two tits together so that his tongue could lick them both at the same time. J could feel my nipples getting stiff as he flicked them back and forth, and then he suddenly bit down on one of them hard. I gasped in pain.
Do you know what that did? It made his cock start to pulsate. I mean, I had felt his cock bulge rubbing against my leg as he had slid down my body a little so he could get his mouth to my tits. He started to bite one nipple and then the other, and it just made his cock pulse harder and harder.
That scared me. That made me think this man was going to hurt me. I could actually feel the way he was deriving pleasure out of my pain and it scared the hell out of me. I could hardly breathe, too, since the gag was in my mouth.
I can't even remember what the man looked like, for he was wearing a mask. He had light hair and it was curly, but I don't know if it was blonde or what? It was too dark for me to tell. I could feel his bristly beard stubbles scratching against my tits as he licked them, so I know he hadn't shaved in a few days.
"I wanna lick your pussy, baby," he said.
I felt him ripping at my skirt and I tried to kick him again. He hit me harder this time, and that was the last time I tried to fight back.
For the rest of the rape, I followed my own advice, non-willingly. If I had followed my advice from the beginning, I would have saved myself the cuts and bruises. Instead, it took a few hard smacks across my face to calm me down and make me resign myself to the fact that it was going to happen.
The bruises really started to show up an hour later, but by that time, it was over.
Anyway, the light-haired man licked his way down my belly, and by the time he was between my legs my ripped panties were lying next to my skirt so my cunt was exposed for him. I guess he loves hairy cunts because I do have a thick patch of pussy hair. He started by rubbing his chin through the patch, then licking it with his tongue until I felt matted wet hair. He was licking the strands.
But then he started to lick his way down to my cunt lips, and when he did I felt my whole body shiver. His tongue was having the desired effect because as he started to lick my clit, I started to get wet.
It wasn't pleasure though, in the regular sense. There was too much fear inside of me for me to feel pleasure. This was just a physical response, I think.
He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt hard, and I could tell that he was looking forward to licking my pussy juices because he was moaning, and huffing and puffing the whole time. But it was easy to feel how eager he was to bring me off. I could tell by the way he was eating me.
When I started to come, my pussy muscles spasming hard and thick gobs of cunt cream building up on my walls, he licked some of it. He didn't lick it all, though, and I was glad about it. After tasting some he started to move his way back up my body, still forcing my legs to remain spread with the weight of his torso.
As his groin moved to my naked cunt, I felt his hard meat. He had pulled his cock out of his pants, and as he moved himself up he started to thrust his cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe how wide he was, and the whole time he was fucking me I could only think of one thing.
I thought that his cock must have been dirty and that I was going to get some kind of terrible disease from all this.
You see, that rape didn't bother me too much. Well, at the time it did, but after it was over and I was checked in the hospital and they found out I didn't have any disease, I thought about it and everything was okay.
He did fuck me rather hard, and each time his cock moved into my cunt I could feel his hot, sweaty balls hitting my ass cheeks. That was another thing. My ass was getting sweaty from the fuck and we were on the dirty ground. The dirt was turning into mud and I hated the feeling of it.
The man pulled the gag from my mouth and then he started to kiss me hard on the lip, pressing his tongue deep into my mouth. His bristles scraped my face and I didn't like that idea. But there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
There was another saving grace to the rape. He didn't come inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsating hard and I knew he was about to come. Then there was the sound of footsteps coming from the bushes and he quickly pulled out. His cock started to spurt his white come on my belly, but he was already standing up and getting ready to start running away.
So there was only a trace of his come on my belly when Ginny and her father ran over to me and found me lying there on the ground.
I heard Ginny start to cry and I heard her father telling her everything was going to be okay and that she should run to a phone and call the police.
Then, her father tried to help me, taking off his coat so I could put something on, and helping me sit up.
"You should have let us walk you home," he said.
"Why? I didn't think that anything like this was going to happen, believe me. I didn't know that there was a rapist running lose around these parts."
When the police came, they took me in for questioning. I have to tell you how humiliating the whole thing was. They treated me like I was a piece of shit, a piece of meat, just like the rapist did. I mean, it was almost as if they had an attitude that I'd just spread my legs for the man to fuck me because I was horny. Of all the fucking nerve those men had.
There was one nice officer, however. His name was, and still is, Carl Smith. He had curly blonde hair and a beautiful face. He could see how angry I was getting because of my reddening face, and he told the other officers to leave me alone.
"Now," he said, sitting down in front of me and looking at me with those deep blue eyes of his, "can you tell me anything about what the man looked like?"
"No, nothing," I said. "After it started to happen, I closed my eyes. Besides, he was wearing a mask. I couldn't tell."
"Did he come inside of you?"
"No," I said, and I could see that Carl Smith was a little hesitant in asking that question. The next one was even harder, and unexpected by me.
"Did he try to give you an enema?" he asked.
"What? What? Are you crazy? What are you talking about? All he tried to do was fuck me, and he succeeded in it. What the hell are you talking about?"
As you can see, that question bothered me a great deal, and he tried to calm me down with a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Look," he said, "I only asked because it's routine."
"You're telling me that it's routine for you to ask a victim if they had an enema? I really don't see any need for that."
"You would if you knew about the enema rapist running around these parts."
"What?"
"Yes," he said, patting my shoulder still. "There have been a series of rapes around the area. Not necessarily in Pond Park, but still in the vicinity. The rapist always gives his victims and enema after he fucks them."
"You're kidding me," I said.
"No, I'm telling the truth, believe me. I'm just wondering if this man could have been the same man, and that's the only reason I asked you about the enema."
"Well, I'm sorry that I can't help you there."
Officer Smith looked over the report that I had told another officer on the way to the station, and he put his pencil in his mouth and looked rather pensive.
"Aha," he said, "I thought so. Look, it says here that the man ran away, leaving you there, because you heard footsteps."
"Yes," I said. "I already told someone about that."
"Don't you see, then? That man could have very easily been the enema rapist but he didn't even have time to give you one. Do you think he could have been carrying an enema bag on him?"
"I don't know. Look, all this questioning is getting ridiculous as far as I'm concerned. I want to go home and I want to go to sleep."
"All right," the officer said to me. "We'll have someone take you home. But I hope you'll be available for questioning if we need you."
"Of course," I said. "I'm not going to leave the country or anything like that."
I laughed as I walked out, but Officer Smith didn't seem to think that it was so funny. I didn't care. I was just very glad to get home.
I could tell that my parents were treating me so kindly, which was a switch for them. My mother was walking around with this "I can't believe it happened to my daughter" attitude, and my father just seemed a little more quiet than his usual boisterous self.
I was glad about it because one of my fears before going home had been about what my parents were going to say. They were the kind of people who would tend to get frantic about something like this, which is why I didn't want them at the police station in the first place.
The doctor who analyzed me in the hospital the next day said I was okay, and I did get to stay home from school. As far as I know, Ginny didn't tell any of my friends and I was glad about it. A rape is the kind of thing that tends to spread around a school and I didn't want everyone looking at me.
While I was home that afternoon, I got a call from Officer Smith.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, and I recognized the voice and told him I was fine. Then he came out with it. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to do us a little favor. There's absolutely no danger involved."
"Tell me what you want and I'll give you an answer."
Then he started to explain how he wanted me to act as a decoy in order to try and trap the enema rapist, whom he strongly suspected was the same man who had raped me. He said that I would go out to the park, dressed as usual, but that there would be a few police keeping watch on me from a distance, waiting for the moment I was attacked.
"I don't understand it," I said. "Don't you have officers who do something like that? I mean, you usually don't ask the public, do you?"
"No," he said. "But I have reasons for asking you."
"Let's hear them," I said.
"First of all, I think that the man would try to attack you again since he obviously didn't finish what he had started the first time. If he saw you, the same girl, walking by again, he'd surely want to finish. Second, our force isn't large enough and we just don't have anyone else we can send."
"And third?"
"I'd just like to see you again," he said.
I guess that was reason enough for me to say yes. Besides, when I thought about it more I decided that this might make me decide to become a policewoman, something that I had once thought about. Anyway, how often does a young girl get a chance to do something like this, right? I mean, I was actually going to be able to go out there and play decoy, and so long as I knew I was safe, I'd feel assured.
My parents weren't as convinced, but that's never stopped me from anything before.
"All right," I said to him. "Do we do it tonight?"
"No," he said. "We wait a few days. He's certainly not going to strike two nights in a row in the same park. I think he'd expect police there. But if we wait a few days and he thinks that the park is clear, he'll try to strike."
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time I saw Merrily was when she came to my office. She seemed a little more relaxed, and it was certainly a good sign. She had been in the hospital for almost a week after the second rape, and even though she was now out, I still sensed that she was on some kind of medication which kept her sedated enough.
She wore a pair of overalls and a colored T-shirt. I was amazed at how beautiful she looked in them because I usually think that overalls make a girl look fatter than usual, and too manly. Merrily had looks enough to overcome that.
We waited one week exactly before we went out to try and bait the enema rapist. During the week, Carl called me almost every day. I knew that he liked me. I liked him a lot, too, but my parents wouldn't have dreamed of letting me go out with a policeman for fear that I might marry one.
"We're only doing it for your sake," my mother said. "I'd hate to think of all the aggravation you'd go through when he went out to work at night and you sat home wondering if he'd come back dead or alive."
That, I thought, was the dumbest reason of all that they gave me, but all their reasons were just as stupid. If there was something about Carl that they didn't like, then I wouldn't have minded it, but just to make statements about policemen in general the way that they did was sheer stupidity.
Of course, they tried to stop me the night
Carl came to pick me up.
"Merrily, I don't want you doing this," my mother said, grabbing my arm.
"Look," I said, "this is something that I feel I have to do. You have no right in the world to try and stop me, so leave me alone. This man raped me and I want to see that he's caught and then brought to justice."
"Say something to her, Irving," my mother said to my father.
But I was already out the door before my father could say anything to me. That's the way we've always been, me and dad. I hardly ever listen to what he has to tell me anymore because I really don't think that he has much to say.
Carl was wearing his police uniform and he looked so dignified. He actually put his arm around my shoulder as we drove toward the park. I was a little surprised when he stopped about five blocks from the park and shut off the car.
"Why are we so far away?" I asked him. "Isn't the idea that we go to the park?"
"Of course. But we can't drive up in a police car, you should know that. You're going to have to walk it from here, and I'll be a few feet behind you."
I was suddenly so scared. It was like the rape, in some ways.
It's one thing to talk about how you're going to react during a rape, and it's quite another thing when it actually happens. It was one thing for me to tell myself I'd be courageous when I would out there as a decoy, and it was quite another to actually feel that courage running through my body.
"You will be pretty close behind me, won't you?" I asked, trembling.
"Of course, don't be scared." When he said that, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, and I could feel a lot of strong, loving emotion behind it all. Then he came out and told me that he liked me a lot and he would make sure nothing happened to me.
It was the kiss that reassured me and made me get out of the police car, defiantly, and start walking toward the park.
He was right about some things. Knowing that he was close behind me was a great feeling. I also thought about the other policemen who were supposed to be dressed in plain clothes. Carl had told me they would be all over the park and so I knew that even if I was attacked, the man wouldn't be able to do anything.
The most, I thought, that he would be able to do would be to get me on the ground. But I knew that Carl, or one of the other policemen, would be there as soon as they saw it happening and they'd save me.
When I got to the park, apprehension hit once more. I hadn't been back there since the rape, and maybe I should have been. Not at night, mind you, but in the afternoon. It's like the thing they say about falling off a horse and then getting right back on again. I should have come back to the park the day after my rape, but the reason I hadn't was because I'd honestly never expected to feel funny about going there.
I did. As I walked into the actual park grounds, I could feel my whole body shivering with fear. I kept hearing noises, too, and they scared me. It could have been my own footsteps or the sound of crushing leaves, but each sound in the dark night kept me at my wit's end.
Carl had told me that I was supposed to keep walking back and forth until something happened, meaning an attack or his coming over to tell me that they were calling it off for the night. I began walking up and down, up and down, and soon I knew the park grounds better than ever, even in the dead of night.
I was also getting quite bored.
I had really agreed to do this whole thing because I thought it would be exciting, but after about an hour I was ready to call it quits.
Just then, I felt a presence behind me, and all of a sudden, I could feel a hand covering my mouth. I was dragged down onto the ground and then pulled behind a thick clump of bushes. Well, I was all ready for the cops to come and grab the man right then and there, but nothing happened.
I could hardly see the man, but he seemed like the same one as before. He still wore that mask and had the curly hair.
"I missed you," he said, breathing heavily. "I missed fucking you and finishing what I wanted to do. You had such a wet pussy and I wanted to come inside of you."
I was too scared to talk, but when I did open my mouth and looked like I was going to scream, he stuffed another gag in there. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same gag he had used on me before.
I can't even remember all the thoughts that were going on in my mind at the time the second rape was happening. I was mad at the cops for not coming in and saving me, and that was my most intense feeling. There was something working in my favor, however. I thought of the fact that I had already been checked once after being raped by this man, so the fear of getting some kind of disease from him was gone.
But he started to rape me the same way he had done the first time, first kissing my tits and biting them hard, them licking his way down to my pussy as he started to strip off the rest of my clothes. I could feel myself getting wet as his long tongue flicked deep into my pussy.
When he started to climb his way up my body, moving his hard cock between my legs, I was ready to die.
Where the hell were the police, I wondered. Didn't Carl say that they would save me if anything like this were to happen? It had already gone on too long and I started to think that there were no other policemen around there at all. Where Carl was I still couldn't figure out because I at least expected him.
The man shoved his cock into my cunt as hard as he could, and I could feel a searing rush of pain running through my entire body. I wasn't as wet as I had been the first time and I know it was because I was much more scared.
You would think that a girl would get used to something like this, wouldn't you doctor? But I don't think that rape is anything I'll ever get used to.
As he was thrusting into me I felt something near his leg. It felt something like a balloon, and that's when I started to remember the things that Carl had told me about there being an enema rapist.
I started to scream with fear, but my sounds were muffled by the gag stuffed in my mouth. I knew he was going to give me an enema, and in some ways, I prepared myself for it before I even got it.
When his cock started to pulse this time, I could feel him ready to shoot with a tremendous force. Then he pulled himself out of me. By the time he was rolling me over on my stomach, his hard cock resting on my ass, I knew that I was getting the enema. I felt him spreading my ass cheeks and then felt him inserting the nozzle.
I didn't know what he was forcing into my ass at the time. I mean, I thought that it was just some kind of liquid. All I know is that after the first rush of water, I could feel this wooziness coming to my head. I thought that I was going to pass out orsomething. It was like getting drunk from the inside.
I don't know how else to explain it. Maybe I can explain it in reference to pot, which I do smoke, doctor. When you smoke pot you get a certain kind of high. But once, a friend of mine made some brownies and they put some in. Well, when I ate those brownies the high was completely different. It was from the inside for sure. I mean, I could feel this tranquility all over my body. From the inside out, so to speak.
That was what I felt like with the water rushing into me, or so I thought. I mean, when the cops finally did come and they examined the place later, they came to the conclusion that it wasn't water. It was wine.
I was getting a wine enema, only I didn't know it at the time. I could sure enough feel it rushing inside of me, but I didn't know why I felt the way I did until after the whole thing was over.
Anyway, the man kept rubbing my ass cheeks hard as more and more wine flowed in. I didn't think that the human body had the capacity to hold so much water, but I did know that the minute he pulled the hose out I was going to let it leak all over. I didn't really care what he said or did.
He did threaten me as he was filling me, telling me that I'd better hold in all of the water or else he was going to kill me. But as soon as he pulled the hose out I started to let it leak. At that point, death would have been a relief.
Do you know what he did then? He hadn't come yet, although I could sure fell his cock pulsing hard on my buttocks as he was filling me. After he filled my ass-hole with the wine, he started to press his cock against it, too. He was going to sodomize me with the enema inside of me.
I have to say that at least I'm glad the wine was wet, otherwise he would have scraped my dry ass-hole with his cock.
He did shove himself into my ass-hole and the water really started shooting out. I know that it had to be getting all over his cock and groin but he didn't seem to mind it at all. I could hear him grunting and groaning.
He moved his mouth near my ear and started to whisper things.
"Oh, there's nothing better than a wet ass, is there sweetie? I love fucking you when your ass is like this. I can feel my cock floating inside of you."
I turned around to look at him, for this time, I decided, I was going to get a good look so I could tell the police.
The police! While he was giving me the enema I had almost forgotten about Carl Smith's plan. When I thought about it I was ready to kill him. But then, the more I looked at the masked rapist, the more I began to see something in him.
He was Carl Smith!
When I first realized that the man raping me was the cop who was supposed to save me I wanted to die. I tried not to let him know that I recognized him for I thought he'd kill me for sure if he knew that I knew.
He smiled and when he did, I was definitely positive that this was Carl Smith.
Certain realities began to dawn on me. The first was that there were no other policemen around the park because if Carl Smith was the rapist, he certainly wouldn't want to get caught. I hadn't seen any of the plain-clothes police as I had been walking up and down the park street, even though I had been wondering where they were.
Carl continued to drive his cock into my ass and I could feel him starting to pulsate hard again. I knew that he was going to come inside of me and that when he came, it was going to be hard. I grunted a little bit from the pain.
All of a sudden, I could see a flashlight shining right on us, and it was that same second when Carl started to come in my ass-hole. I could hardly even feel his come shooting into me because my ass was so wet and sticky from the wine enema. When I first saw the light shining, in fact, I honestly thought that it was an illusion.
But then there were a few other lights and I heard a voice yell.
"Okay, freeze!"
I guess I can't hate all policemen, for the two that happened to be walking by the park when it happened turned out to be really nice. I was a little embarrassed about lying there naked while they grabbed Carl and put handcuffs on him.
I know that they were just as surprised when they pulled the mask off the rapist and saw that it was Carl. They both knew him and they both seemed shocked.
An ambulance was called and I was taken to the hospital. I remember when you came to see me, doctor. I was really high that day because they had given me something. I was really upset about the rape, too. I still am. A little.
I mean, Carl's in jail now and they're going to be bringing charges against him. I went down to see him the other day and that seemed to shock the shit out of the other policemen at the station.
"It isn't often that a rape victim comes in to see the rapist," one told me.
I could easily understand that but didn't say anything to them. Instead, I just went in to see Carl. He had his bristly stubbles again since he hadn't shaved, and he still looked quite handsome. He was even surprised to see me.
"Why did you do it?" I asked him. I had to know for my own sanity. "What kind of pleasure do you get in giving someone an enema?"
"If you had seen the way you were struggling underneath me," he said, smiling, "you would have felt the power that I felt when I gave you the enema. You're absolutely helpless with it, and that helplessness makes me feel really strong."
"Do you need it?" I asked, and I could hardly believe how calm I was being myself.
"I love it," he said, "and I guess if I love it, then I need it."
When he told me that, I didn't really care about him too much. The thing is, I could understand someone doing it to another person, but only if the other person wants it. I can't see forcing it on someone, which is what the policeman did to me. As long as he needs it, I think he'll continue to strike out at people.
I told him he was a closet case and then I left.
CONCLUSION
I am always happy to see a change in my patients over a passage of time and I think that Merrily is strong enough to get over what happened to her. It's easy to see how intelligent the girl is in coming to grips with what happened to her. The first thing that she did was go see the rapist, and she was lucky in having the opportunity to see him and talk to him through bars.
I think this experience also gave Merrily a new insight into people, about trusting them, about being able to tell when someone is lying to her, and even an awareness of one person's relationship to another.
The latter is most definitely apparent in her attitude about two willing people getting into an enema scene. But, she says, there's no reason to inflict something like that upon an unwilling victim. I couldn't have put it better myself.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Wendy R. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Wendy R. is a lovely-looking blonde-haired girl, who, on a whole, struck me as being rather immature for her age. It was very hard for her to start talking to me, and even when she did, she usually broke out in childish giggles that reminded me more of a ten-year-old than a girl almost out of her teens.
There is no denying her completely feminine looks, however. Wendy has a terrific, shapely figure, and when she saw me, she was wearing her stewardess uniform and one knows how stewardess uniforms are cut to show off the girls' figures.
The short skirt revealed two of the most shapely legs I've ever seen, and I couldn't help but concentrate on the way the skirt slinked up her thigh as she spoke.
If they hadn't prepared me for certain things in stewardess schools, I think that I would be in an institution today, especially after what happened to me.
(Doctors note: I feel that Wendy's opening statement accurately shows her lack of maturity in dealing with matters, especially when she started giggling for almost five minutes after she said it. I waited a long time for her to calm down.)
I'm sorry for the outburst, doctor. I just think it would be fun in a loony bin.
After all, I would be the most sane person there and I bet I could have myself a really good time. Of course, I have great times on the different flights that I work also. So many different things are going on, and I'm the kind of stewardess who still gets off when a man tries to pinch my ass.
I'm here to tell you about my enema rape, however, but there are some things that I want to tell you about myself first. I think it would be better for you to understand where I'm at sexually so you'll understand why I reacted to the enema the way that I did and under the circumstances that were happening.
I'm very free sexually. I've slept with one man at a time, two men at a time, one man and a woman, and so on. I could say that I've run the gamut of sexual experiences. I've been tied up and whipped, and I've even tied someone up and whipped them. Playing both roles, I guess.
The truth of the matter is, I also had enemas before.
I'll never forget the first time it happened. There was this man on board the plane when we were going to Italy, and he started to come onto me strong. He was Italian, which helped a lot since I've always had this thing for foreigners. I also had two days in Italy, after the flight, before returning back to the states, so I kind of led this man along, thinking that if he was a native, he would show me around.
His name was Luigi, and believe me, did I get a bargain with him. Not only was he beautiful to look at, but he was also quite sexually active, something that I've always admired in men to no end.
He had a small villa on the coast and he invited me there.
Hey, doctor, wipe that look off your face.
I can tell that you're looking at me like some cheap tramp who sleeps around with anyone who asks her.
(Doctor's note: She was right.)
Well, I'm not. It's a hard life when you're a stewardess. By that I mean it's hard to meet one person because most men want to get involved in a long relationship with a girl, and they don't want a girl who's going to be flying out of town every other weekend. So when I'm working a flight, I keep my eyes open for eligible men, realizing that there's very little chance of anything permanent coming from the relationship.
But I like kicks, doctor, understand?
Shit, I don't know why I'm explaining myself to you. It's just that those looks you're giving me are making me feel guilty and I didn't come here for that, so fuck you. You're getting paid to hear my case so you'd better not look at me like that anymore or I swear to God, I'll get up and walk the hell out of here.
Okay! So I went with Luigi to his villa and he had a private chef who made us the most exquisite meal in the world. We had bottle after bottle of wine and by the time my Italian Romeo was leading me off to the bedroom, I was ready to spread my legs and take his loving cock in.
He had other plans, however. When we got to his room, he started to undress. I looked at his naked body, all covered with black hairs, and I could feel my blonde-haired pussy getting wet with anticipation. I started to undress, too, and I could tell that Luigi loved my pink looks.
I'm a natural blonde and my nipples are pink and thick. My pussy patch is thick, too, and the hairs are a lovely, light blonde color. I knew he was getting off on that.
He took my hand and started to lead me to the bathroom. I couldn't believe how huge the bathroom was. There was a large sunken tub that you could sit on the side of and dangle your legs into. Almost like a swimming pool.
I was the one who saw the enema bag there. It was this orange thing and I wasn't too sure of what it was. My inquisitive nature caused me to ask, and when Luigi told me I started to laugh.
"But you can't be serious. People really don't take enemas, do they?"
"Of course they do," he said. "Sometimes they can make people relax more than you'd ever believe. It's a soothing feeling."
"Hah," I said.
"Would you like one?" he asked. "I can make it extra-special for you, too."
"How?"
Luigi got up (we had been sitting by the tub, waiting for it to fill up. I watched his taut buttocks flex as he walked out of the bathroom and then he walked back in with a bottle of liquor. I didn't know what he had it for, but when he took the enema bag and started to fill it with the liquor, I laughed.
"What is that supposed to do?" I asked him.
"That is going to make you feel so relaxed that you'll never know a better feeling for the rest of your life. I can guarantee you that."
I lay back on the carpeted bathroom floor, my legs still hanging over the edge of the tub, and Luigi lifted my ass up off the carpet and started to pry my buttocks apart. He had put a thick wad of vaseline on the enema nozzle and when he slid it into my ass-hole, he did it so gently that I hardly felt it.
Then the rush of liquor began.
I think there were some other things that made it pleasant, too. First of all, I was a little bit high to begin with. Then, with the liquor inside of my ass-hole, I could feel the most sensational rush of high.
Then of course, there was Luigi. Not only was I getting off on looking at that macho hairy body of his with that thick cock that was ready for action the minute he dropped his pants, but he was also stroking me softly and that was making me relax. My two nipples were sticking out like two hard darts under his soft touch and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the second.
Luigi didn't fill me up all the way, either, and I know that had a lot to do with certain things. When I thought that I was full, I told him so and he pulled the hose right out of my ass.
"Let us play a game now," he said to me.
"What kind of game?" I asked him.
"I am going to lick your wonderful pussy and I'm going to see if I can make you come. Do you think that I can make you come?"
"I know you can," I said, smiling and reaching for his cock. "In fact, I've been in a mild state of orgasm since I've seen your cock"
"That's good," he said, laughing a little bit. "But the idea is for you to try and hold the enema in while you're having an orgasm. It is a most difficult test but let us see if you can do it."
He spread my legs and then hopped into the warm water of the sunken tub so his mouth would be level with my cunt. When he lifted my ass up off the carpet so he could slide his hands under and hold my buttocks, I thought that I was going to come right then and there. His hands were so soft.
But then I could feel the enema inside of me and clenched my ass muscles tight to hold back the rush of water.
Luigi moved his mouth to my pink cunt lips and started to lick them tenderly. I thought that I was going to explode. I could feel his tongue probing me, getting my lips real wet first so that he could slide right in, then sliding in over my clit and wiggling it back and forth so that my wet pussy got wetter.
I closed my eyes and started to see colors. I know that a lot of it had to do with the high that I got from the enema, but even more of it had to do with the pussy stimulation I was getting from him. His tongue was really probing me deep and I could feel my whole cunt starting to spasm around it.
He was moaning loud as he started to lick my cunt cream out of me, but you know something, I was still holding it in. He was even prying my buttocks apart wide and making it harder since he was also spreading my ass-hole a little, but I didn't let one drop of that enema leak. When he was finished licking my cunt dry, he moved his finger into my ass-hole and that was the only time I did leak.
"You are fabulous," he said. "You managed to hold it all in."
"I did, didn't I?" I asked. "The only thing is, you'd better let me empty it soon or else I'm going to do it in the tub."
He let me get up and I ran to the toilet. It took a long time to shit everything out of me. I didn't know I could hold so much.
I hopped into the tub with him and he moved right between my legs and guided his cock into me. It was such a trip to fuck in his sunken tub because I not only had the soothing warmth of a cock inside of me, but I could also feel the warmth of the tub around me. When I started to come, this time from the fuck, I was, as they say, coming in all directions.
Later, Luigi asked me to give him an enema and when I did, he got an immediate erection. I started to suck him off to see if he could hold in the water during orgasm and I laughed when I saw him leak.
"You have better willpower than me, what can I tell you, my dear?" he asked.
"Yes, but you have a beautiful cock, body and house," I said to him.
Anyway, that was my first experience with enemas. I thought you should know that because it would seem foolish for you to think that I was a virgin to enemas when the man broke into my house, my bathroom, and then my shower where I was cleaning myself. He gave me an enema in the shower and the circumstances were completely different.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Wendy came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple blouse. She looked much younger than she had the first time, and I could only attribute the older look to her stewardess uniform.
There was a long interim between the first and second interview (there is usually a week's passage between the interviews) because she had to go to Rome, where, she told me, she met Luigi again.
She said that seeing him again brought back pleasurable enema experiences and helped her cope with her shower rape.
I guess if I had put out to the man, he never would have broke into my apartment and raped me in the first place. But if I had wanted to put out to him, I would have.
His name, so he told me, was John. He never gave me a last name and the reason I trusted him enough to let him into my apartment was because I thought that if anything happened, I could always get his name from the airline. He was one of the passengers on the flight from London to New York and he was kind of handsome.
He had short blonde hair and a very round and smooth face. He seemed so quiet when I went around asking if anyone wanted coffee, tea or milk.
But then, as we were descending into the city, he started to come on to me. He told me that he lived in Virginia, had been to London on vacation and was stopping in New York for a few days to see what it was like.
I don't remember if he invited himself over or what, but somehow the two of us ended up back in my apartment in Manhattan. He said that he would just stay for a drink and really, that was about all I wanted. I guess I might have fucked him under different circumstances, but I was just too tired.
I think it was about one in the morning when I told John that I thought he should leave. As soon as I said that, he started to come on really aggressive, trying to kiss me and put his arms all over me.
"Look," I said, "I do like you and I'd even consider going to sleep with you. But not tonight, okay? Why don't you call tomorrow?"
He seemed to think that was okay. I mean, he still wasn't willing to leave, but by the time I actually had to push him out the door, we were both laughing about it. I think that he thought he would get me, until the actual moment when I slammed the door closed. I made sure to lock it and then I cleaned up the apartment a little bit.
When I got to my bedroom I decided that I would shower before I went to sleep, mainly because I was just so sweaty and dirty from the long day. I stripped off my clothes and noticed that my belly was getting just the tiniest bit of flab. I decided that I was going to have to diet again.
I walked into the shower and got it started, then walked back out and downed another glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bathroom, it was all steamy, just the way I like it. I stepped under the shower head and started to wash my hair.
I don't know how long it was before I sensed someone else in the room. I know that T had already soaped up my tits and cunt once for my first cleaning. (I'm used to washing my body three times over when I shower.)
Suddenly, the door slid open and there was John, naked and sprouting this huge ten-inch erection that was pointing right at me. His body was hairless except for the thick blonde patch between his legs.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
He stepped into the shower and then I noticed the rubber strip that he had in his hand. He grabbed my wrists and then pulled them up to the showerhead. He had the rubber strip wrapped around my hands in a few seconds, and it was so tight that there was no way I could pull free.
Then I felt his hands moving all over my body.
He slapped my ass so hard that the stinging continued throughout the rest of the rape. It suddenly dawned on me, after the slap, that I didn't know this man at all. I had only met him that night and now he had me tied to the shower head. He could have been some psycho just released from an institution.
He had been carrying a suitcase with him all the way to my apartment, and even when he left, and I guess that's where he had the enema bag hidden all the time. I know that I don't own one. But he suddenly slid the shower door open again and stepped out for a second, his naked body dripping with water.
I thought that he was going to leave me tied up, but then I heard him turning on the water in the sink. I could see a hazy silhouette through the shower door and knew that he was filling up something.
I didn't know that it was an enema bag until he stepped into the shower again. When I saw it I wanted to scream. It's okay to have an enema when you want one, like I said, but it's quite another thing to have someone force it on you.
He shoved the nozzle into my ass-hole, even though I was twisting and turning the whole time, and then I could feel a cold rush of water flowing inside of me. That was another thing. The idiot had used ice cold water and my whole ass felt puckered. It was so chilling and agonizing.
"You've got nice tits," he said, and moved one of his hands to my vulnerable tit and started to pinch my nipple. I swear, he was crazy, because I could hear him breathing so heavy as he did it, almost like a maniac. He pinched my stiff pink nipple hard and then started to twist it.
"God, you're killing me," I screamed. "The least you could do is be gentle."
When I said that he bit my neck, hard. I still have a black and blue mark from it and I'm beginning to think that it's going to be a permanent part of me. By the time he was finished digging his teeth into my neck, the enema bag had filled me completely.
He pulled out the nozzle and then slipped between my legs so he was facing me. I could actually see a crazed look in his eyes as he moved his thick cock to my pussy patch and started to rub it there.
He lifted my legs up and spread them as he guided his cock into my cunt, then moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard.
He was pumping into me so hard that I couldn't help but let the water leak. He wasn't even trying to be gentle.
"You thought you weren't going to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" he asked, pressing his chest against mine so that my nipples were pushed in. "Well, I knew better, baby. You don't lead someone on, inviting them to your apartment only to kick them out in the middle of the night. That isn't fair play."
As he spoke he continued to thrust. I could still feel the warm shower spray hitting us, and he acted as some kind of barrier which prevented the spray from hitting me in the face the way it had been at first.
When his cock started to pulsate in my cunt I kept moving. I wanted him to come as fast as possible because I wanted him out of there.
About the enema? Oh, well since I was in the shower I had started to shit it all out as soon as he pulled the nozzle from my ass-hole, and by the time the fuck was over I was completely drained of it.
After his cock had gone limp, he just pulled out and then stepped out of the shower, enema bag and all. I tried in vain to pull my hands free. I swear, I thought that I was going to be in that shower all night.
But then, he slid the doors open the other way and I saw that he was already dressed.
"I just forgot my rubber band," he said.
I watched him start to untie the rubber strap that he had bound my wrists with, and as soon as he pulled it free, he turned and ran. I started to run after him but then I realized that there was no way I'd be able to stop him.
I thought of calling the airline and getting his name so I could report him.
Of course he was traveling under a phony name, which just shows you how easy it is to get a phony passport nowadays. So there's nothing you can do, you see. I just hope that anyone else he rapes is strong enough to take it.
CONCLUSION
It's quite evident to me that Wendy's rape will have no effect on her life whatsoever, not only because she'd experienced them before, but even more, because it seems to me like nothing is going to have a long effect on her. She giggled through most of her interview as she recounted her story, which, to some, could have been tragic.
Wendy's story is quite similar to another true-to-life account that's detailed in the smash hit motion picture "Waterpower" only the incident in the film is ten times as harrowing. I recommended the film to the young girl because I think she should see how terrifying a situation like that could be. Perhaps she'll no longer look at her experience as a joke, but something more.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Linda C. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Linda C. is an attractive brunette who struck me as being incredibly sensitive. It's sometimes hard to deal with patients who are as sensitive as Linda, especially when she's experienced such a grueling attack.
Linda has shoulder-length hair and a smile that lights up a room. Her face is beautiful and her cheekbones are high and delicately structured. It was very easy to see how her beauty could make her a victim, but hard to understand why anyone would want to hurt such a vision of loveliness.
When she came to see me she was wearing a turtle-neck sweater which showed off her rounded breasts, and also covered some of the neck-wounds she said she received during her somewhat brutal attack.
I swear, doctor, there's no place you can live in the world that's safe anymore. I've been going upstate to this summer home for the last eight years, and there was a time when you could leave your doors open all the time because nothing happened. There was a time when you could be out all night, alone, and you wouldn't have to worry about anyone attacking you or even bothering you.
That's all changed now. I don't even know if I'm going to be able to go there anymore because the thought of it scares me.
I might as well tell you all about that night. You're the only person I've ever told this to and I hope you won't tell anyone, especially my parents. They'd kill me if they knew that I was with Richard that night. Richard is this guy I used to see when I was upstate all the time but my parents never really liked him too much.
The night that I was raped was also the night that I lost my virginity, which is something they must never know. They think that this man, whoever he was, is the one responsible for my broken maidenhood, but I know that it isn't true.
I guess that Richard and I were leading up to fucking each other for the longest time. You see, I had been seeing him on the sly for almost two summers. The reason why I couldn't see him in front of my parents was because he's a different religion than I am and my folks are still into that trip.
We had been leading up to fucking each other for the longest time. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should have called it making love because I learned the difference between an animalistic fuck and making love that night.
Richard and I were parked in his car and we were petting, the stage we had worked our way up to. I remember feeling a chill in my pussy when he touched my breasts because my nipples were so stiff already. I was stroking his cock through his pants.
"Come on, Linda," he said, "I think we should go all the way."
"Richard, why should we?"
"This feels so good," he was saying. "I know that fucking is going to feel even better. Linda, I do love you and I want you to love me."
He moved his lips to mine, and as he did, I could feel his hand moving down to his fly. He pulled his fly open and then reached for his cock. When his long shaft was sticking out of his pants, he pulled my hand over so that I would start to massage him. I had touched his bare cock a few times and it still gave me a chill.
"Lick it a little first," he said, pushing my head down.
That was something I had never done, but I saw no harm in it. I moved my head down to his cock and started to lick him. I could smell this really terrific odor emanating from his cock hairs and that was acting as something of a stimulant for me. The deeper the fragrance got, the more aggressive I got.
We were sitting by our upstate lake, in the car, and the view was beautiful. Everything was so peaceful. As I sucked harder on his cock, I could feel him sliding his hand into my pants and panties, and finally touching my bare cunt.
I felt a shiver of pleasure running through my body when his finger hit my clit.
"Come on, Linda," he begged. "Look how hot your cunt is feeling. Why don't you just take the feeling all the way?"
I smiled at him, lifting my head from his cock. I had to admit that his dick had quite a terrific taste to it and the thought of having it inside of me was thrilling. I mean, I had actually felt heat from his cock and the idea that I could feel the same kind of heat in my pussy thrilled me.
"All right," I said to him. "All right, I'll do it."
As soon as I said that Richard started to pull his hand away so that he could rip off his own clothes. He was naked less than five seconds after I had given my okay. I had never seen him totally naked before.
His chest was so hairy and his whole body was drenched with sweat. I could easily understand it because my body was pretty sweaty, too.
"Come on," he said to me. "I got undressed and now you have to, also."
I opened my blouse slowly. Although he had felt my tits a hundred times, this was the first time I was going to let him actually see them. When he looked at my two round globes he gasped, then moved his mouth to one nipple and began to lick it.
I slid out of my pants while he flicked my nipple back and forth, and then Richard moved his hand to my brown cunt patch and began to pick at the hairs. When he let his fingers drift over my pussy lips, I thought that I was going to die from pleasure.
"Lay back," he said.
I did as he said and then he moved his mouth to my cunt and started to lick me. When he flicked my clit back and forth I could feel my pussy walls spasming and getting wetter and wetter, slightly. He seemed to love the taste of it for he was trying to dig his tongue deeper and deeper into me.
He only ate me for a few minutes. I could feel his cock brushing up against my leg once in a while and I knew that he was so horny. His cock was pulsating at times.
I was the one who finally told him I was ready. His tongue was doing a nice job on my cunt, but I wanted to be filled with his cock. When I told him that he started to ascend my body, until his thick dick was right next to my pussy. Then he slid his way into me and came against my hymen.
"Don't hurt me," I told him. "Please don't hurt me."
"It might hurt the first time," he said, "but I'll try to be as gentle as I possibly can, okay?"
He pulled his cock back just a little, and then he rammed himself into me. I could feel my hymen skin shattering open and there was a tremendous rush of pain and blood at the same time. Richard thrust his way in deep and I wrapped my legs around his ass and groaned. But he was pretty good at this kind of thing, I guess.
I mean, he rested inside of me until I told him that the pain had subsided. I could feel his cock throbbing in my cunt for a long time after entry, and then after I told him I was okay, he started to move in and out of me.
I could feel his long cock bone sliding over my clit and that made my whole body tingle with pleasure. I also loved it because he was kissing me on the lips the whole time and I know that kiss signified all the love that he had inside for me. He moved slowly, at first, and then I told him that I wanted it harder and harder, until he was ramming his cock in and out, slapping his balls against my ass.
I felt my pussy beginning to spasm. My nipples, meanwhile, were pressing against his hairy chest and I was feeling a great deal of pleasure from them. I could feel my orgasm on the rise and he started to laugh when it happened.
"I wanted you to come before I did," he said to me. "I wanted it so I'd be sure that you came. Now that you did, I know I can without worrying."
I'm glad he was concerned about something like that. Most men, so I've heard, fuck a woman until they come, never quite concerned with whether or not the woman comes herself. But Richard made sure I came, and then he didn't care when his cock started to pulsate and he was on the verge of coming.
When that happened and he exploded inside of me, I felt myself in the midst of a second, fully-satisfying orgasm, my whole body tingling along with it.
I arched my ass up off the car seat and slapped my belly against Richard's crotch. I'm telling you that it was the best moment of the orgasm. I could feel his whole body covering mine on the outside, and his spurting cock had full control of me inside. It was like every part of me belonged to him.
It was far-out, to say the least.
When we were finished, he just lay on top of me with his limp, sticky dick resting on my belly. He kissed me all over my face with these small dainty kisses, and I can't remember ever feeling warmer in my life.
"You see," he said, kissing my nose softly, "it wasn't that bad, was it?"
"No," I had to admit. "I wonder why we're always told that it's so bad. Really, I think that it's just about the best thing I've ever experienced in my life."
"I can tell that this is going to be a great summer," Richard said, and he moved his mouth down to my nipple and started to lick it. I could feel my hot brown dart being flicked back and forth by his eager tongue and all these pleasure waves were running through my body.
We didn't fuck again that night. For when Richard's cock got hard again, I wanted to taste him. I had sucked him a little and had tasted some of his come. There had been a few drops, and they had just made me want more. So I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to suck him for all he was worth. He was moaning like crazy, spreading his legs wider and wider so I could get a hold of his two hot balls.
In the meantime, he had moved around so that he was licking my cunt. Now that I was broken, I could feel his tongue pushing deeper and deeper into me, but he always made sure to give a little action to my tingling clit.
When I came it was like a flood, and I even remember Richard having to lick some of the come off of the seat because I had really wet it good. I don't even know how long we were in the car. We had started fucking around late at night when it was really dark, and it was still just as dark.
"Let me take you home now," he said to me.
"No. You really don't have to do that. I think I'd rather walk. It's not too far and I have some thinking I'd like to do."
"About you and me?" he asked, slipping into his clothes. I was doing the same thing.
"What do you think? Of course it's about you and me."
"What?" he asked. He looked deeply concerned.
"It's nothing bad," I said. "Don't get upset. It's just that this kind of thing only happens to a girl once in her life. I mean, it can only happen once because you lose your virginity and you never get it back again. I just want to think. I have a feeling that thinking's the right thing to do."
I could tell that he didn't understand anything that I was telling him, so I just leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, just so he'd know how I felt about him. I pressed my tongue deep into his mouth and it was the sweetest kiss ever..
As soon as it was over, I climbed out of his car and told him that I'd see him the next day. I didn't just say it to please him either, although I could see that hearing those words certainly put a smile on his face. I really planned to see him.
I don't know if I could ever see him again after what happened. I think that I'd be so embarrassed to look him in the eye. I wouldn't want to see him pitying me either. Oh, I don't know. I just wish the enema rape never happened to begin with.
INTERVIEW TWO
Linda's second visit was a rather long one because she became so emotional at points that she had to stop and rest for a few minutes before continuing. In my mind, it showed no improvement from the week before. In fact, I would say that she seemed to be regressing.
I did not tell her anything at all about the way I felt, since I feel that it is better to boost up a patient's ego, rather than put it down. However, at the end of our second visit, I told Linda that I would like to see her a few more times because I feel she needs more help.
When she came to see me she was wearing a pink blouse and that pink seemed to be the only rosy color in her otherwise pale looks.
I'll never forget that night. I mean, I've relived some parts so many times. I can always relive the beginning because I had done that kind of thing so many times. By that I mean that I'd walked home along the lake many times before, thinking.
The lake always seemed so tranquil and it always made me so peaceful. There are many small docks along the lake belonging to some of the different people who own houses up there. I know them all, and they know me. It's like a small town, and I know that the story of my rape must have spread around there like wildfire.
I was pulling one of my different dock numbers. I used to do that all the time. All it really was, the dock number, was walking along the lake and stopping at each dock for a few minutes just to sit and stare out at the lake. You get different views and ideas from different angles, I think, and that's why I would move from dock to dock.
You're looking at me like I'm crazy. My friends used to think that I was crazy when I told them what I did, but I did it for reasons. Let me give you an example.
That night, the first dock that I came to belonged to the Hickey's. They're this family and most of them are drunk all the time but they're fun anyway. Their dock is made of red wooden planks. I just went there, sat down, and looked into the water.
I started thinking about Richard and I wondered what he was thinking about me. Was he just going to forget about me now that he'd fucked me? I'd heard things like that from friends. These head trips that guys get on where they just want to fuck a girl.
Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em!
That's what some of my friends used to go around singing.
So I was just sitting there wondering if that was going to be his attitude toward me now. I don't even know why I felt that way. He seemed so sincere. But I couldn't help thinking about it anyway.
After a few minutes, I saw my thoughts drift away in the moonlight reflecting on the lake, and that's when I knew I had to get up and go to another dock. I think that the Bellows' dock was the next one down.
On that one I started to wonder if Richard and I would ever get married. I know that it's such a childish thing to do, but my parents had been childhood friends, and who knows, lovers. I doubt that they were lovers, though. I'm sure my mother was pure on her wedding night. But I thought that there could be a possibility of Richard and I getting married one day, sometime in the future.
I moved from one dock to the other, was so lost in my thoughts that I hardly even noticed that there were no people out and that most of the houses were dark already.
I noticed that after I was attacked, when J was wondering if anyone was going to be around to save me. That's when I looked and saw that most of the people had already turned in for the night, which meant it was about three or four in the morning.
I was sitting on the Kay's dock when it happened. Their dock is higher than most of them, and I was just dangling my legs off the side. I don't even remember what I was thinking about there. I had been there five minutes, perhaps, when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me.
As I turned around to see who it was, I felt something over my head. It was like a sheet, or something. I could feel it covering my face and I thought that someone was going to kill me by trying to smother me. The actual facial attack only lasted for a few seconds. I mean, my thoughts about his smothering me left fast because I felt something being wrapped around my neck. It felt like a thick cord.
And it was tied quickly, but not too tight. It was just tied so that the sheet would stay around my face.
"Had fun fucking tonight?" this deep voice asked. "I was watching you and that brown haired kid going at it. You got nice tits."
When he said that he reached out and grabbed ray tit, squeezing it hard through my blouse. I was sitting up at the time and I tried to pull away from him. He held on tight, and then I felt him pushing from the back.
He was pushing me off the dock!
It was only a threat, however, for he did it until I stopped fighting back, which happened immediately.
"If you try anything once more," he warned, "I'll just push you in and we'll see if you can swim or not."
I knew that I would probably drown if he pushed me in, and that was one of the reasons I didn't offer too much resistance. I was crying underneath the sheet, however, and he made some snide remarks about that as he ripped my clothes off.
I felt his tongue moving to my tit and he started to bite on my nipple, hard. I squirmed around a little but I didn't put up too much resistance. There was no reason to. I didn't want to die in the lake.
As he sucked my nipple, so hard that I thought he'd suck it off, he moved his fingers down between my legs and he started to claw at my pussy. When I say claw, I mean it in the strictest animal sense. I could feel his fingers scratching at my pussy walls and his nails were so long that he was tearing my cunt skin.
"Come on, get wet like you must have done for that boyfriend of yours," he said.
I couldn't get wet. I don't know what he expected me to do, but he was working on me so hard and I was so scared, that sexual pleasure was definitely the last thing on my mind. And I don't care what anyone says, you just can't get turned on by the mere physical touch of someone if you're too scared or if you're being forced.
I'm sorry for that outburst, doctor. It's just that the police didn't want to believe that I was raped at first. They kept asking me if I came, like they knew I had to. I wanted to scratch their eyes out.
When I didn't get wet, after a few grueling minutes of pussy scratching, he must have pulled out the enema bag. I didn't know that it was an enema bag obviously, because I couldn't see. But he said something to me, and then I heard a noise.
"Now I'm gonna make you wet if you don't wanna get wet for me, because I'm going to fuck you baby. I want to fuck your hot cunt."
I hated the way he was talking. But then, I heard this gurgling sound. It was the kind of sound you hear when you put an empty bottle into a sink full of water and you hear the bubbling sound of the air escaping and water filling it up. I know now that he was submerging the enema bag in the lake, filling it with the lake water. I didn't know it then. I didn't know what the hell was happening then.
When the gurgling sound stopped he pushed me flat on my back and then pulled my legs up in the air, spreading them with a great force. I thought he was going to split me right open.
Then I felt the nozzle being inserted inside of me. However, he didn't insert it in my ass-hole first. He shoved it into my cunt and I could feel the icy cold lake water freezing my insides. He filled my cunt a little, then pulled it out and started to fill my ass-hole. Each time he thrust it in, either in my ass-hole or cunt, it was with such a tremendous force that I could feel it ripping inside.
I was also flooding, literally, with water. He filled me to the point where the water was just leaking out of me. Every so often he would slap my ass hard and I would wince in pain. Oh God, it was awful, awful!
The cold water in my cunt was not lubricating me at all. In fact, I could feel my cunt lips puckering up closed as if they didn't want the water in.
All he cared about, however, was the fact that I was wet, whether it was just a water wetness or a lubricating creamy wetness. For the minute he stopped filling me up, he laid me down flat, keeping my legs spread, and then he shoved his cock into my cunt with one long thrust.
He was so thick that I could feel a painful stretching inside of me.
He started to thrust in and out, and every movement was nothing but pain for me. He didn't seem to mind, however.
"God, you're the tightest cunt I've ever fucked," he was moaning. "There's nothing better than a tight cunt. You fuck a stretched one and all you feel is air around your dick. But with you, bitch, I can feel real cunt."
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else. But the pain was searing through my mind, overcoming every other thought I could possibly have. It was unbelievable.
When he started to pulsate hard inside of me, he just kept going. I could feel his cock stretching me more as he pulsed wide, and then he was shooting his come deep inside of me. He continued to thrust as he shot, and the only thing good about his come was the creamy texture which lined and soothed my aching cunt walls a little.
The enema? I hardly even thought about the enema because I was leaking in my cunt and ass-hole. I mean, I felt the water leaking out of me at first, but then the pain was just overcoming everything else. I was completely drained by the time the man was finished fucking me, lying in my own shit and waste.
As he pulled out I felt him pulling away. Then I could hear the sound of retreating footsteps and I knew that he was just running away. I sat there with the sheet over my head for almost ten minutes, too weak and stunned to move. The sheet was soaked from my tears, and almost transparent because of it. That's when I looked up and saw that most of the lights were off.
There were a few houses still lit up. I pulled at the rope around my neck and almost strangled myself getting it off. But when I did, I just picked up the sheet which had been folded over a few times, and wrapped it around my body.
I staggered to the closest house and when I got there I just kept knocking on the door until Mrs. Bailey opened it up. She saw me and seemed completely shocked, but she did manage to bring me inside and lay me down on the couch. Then she called my parents and the local police.
Do you know what my mother did? She tried to accuse Richard of doing that to me, but I told her he would never do it. I can't help them with any descriptions because I didn't see anything.
Anyway, I know that Richard didn't do it. He wrote to me and he's been trying to come to see me, but I've told my parents that I'm not ready right now. I hope I will be one day, because I think I still love him. But right now I have this thing that I must get over and I don't know how I'm going to do it.
CONCLUSION
I am going to continue seeing Linda, but in the meantime, I had a few recommendations for her. First of all, I told her that she should start to see Richard. From the way she spoke about him in the first interview, I can see that he was very good for her, and if he is sincere in his feelings, he can help her come to grips with many things.
Second, I told her to face the fact that it happened! That is the most important thing a patient can do on the road to recovery.
Last, I had to recommend that she see the film 'Waterpower' because it might help her understand what goes on in the mind of a man who has to attack his victims in such a way. I think it would be good for her to see the way other victims react, too, and since the smash hit film is based on true facts, I'm sure it would be helpful.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Roni F. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Roni is a rather petite-looking girl with long, straight black hair and a face that seems so innocent. She is, however, far from innocent, and her clothes seem to give that all away. When Roni came to see me she was wearing torn, ratty jeans, a colored T-shirt and a black leather vest with the words 'Biker's Chick' on the back.
She was, in total, a rather unsavory character, but her experience was quite unique and most worthy of attention.
No sense hiding the fact, doc, I'm a biker's chick. I hang out down with some of the biker's in the Village. I love the way the wind blows through my hair when holding onto the muscular frame of one of those dudes as we're sailing down the street on his revved up cycle. It's like a fucking orgasm in itself.
Usually, it is, because I have my cunt rubbing against the guy's ass, and chances are, since I do have my hands around the guy's belly, it's usually a little lower down, right between the legs. Some of those guys have monstrously large cocks, but that's the way I've grown used to liking them. So as you see some of us riding down the street some day, take a look and see where the hands are.
I'll never forget the first time I rode down the street and jerked off Mike at the same time. Mike was the gang leader of one of the groups, and he had picked me up when I was just walking down the street. We started to drive out of the city, toward the country, and as I kept my arms around that thick dude's waist, I could feel his cock starting to rise in his pants.
I pressed my cunt closer to his ass and felt myself getting wet. By the time it was all over, I had soaked right through my jeans.
I moved my hand to Mike's cock and started to massage him through his leather pants. The whole thing was so fantastic because the revved up feeling of the bike was adding a great deal to our sexual petting.
"Pull it out, baby," he said to me. "We're alone now."
I opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I started to jerk his shaft up and down and there were times when he started to swerve off the road. When he did that I would pinch his dick hard and thrust my cunt against his ass again. I
"Hey, shitface," I would say to him, "I want you to feel good, but I don't wanna die right now, understand?"
He would get his balance again and once we were off and running once more, smoothly and straight, I'd start to jerk him off once again. Sometimes, when he got too much into it, he would start to thrust his ass up and down off the seat and I wouldn't like that because those thick buttocks of his would leave my wet pussy.
I swear, I've had the best orgasms by rubbing my cunt against someone's leather pants. I'd usually have two or three real wet ones before I'd let the biker start to come, and by that time cocks would spurt like crazy.
The first time Mike came, I had my fingers over his cock head while my other hand was jerking his shaft. I could feel him pumping and pumping, and I really had no sense of how much come he had shot off until he was finished and I looked over his shoulder and saw these four thick pools of cock cream all over his cock, pubic hairs, my hands and his lap. I swear I would have loved to have seen it coming out.
I don't know what you must think of me. I realize that you're getting the impression that I do those kinds of things quite often, and you happen to be quite right. Sometimes I even forget who Fra jerking off because I usually just see their backs.
I know them all, don't get me wrong, but when I'm on that bike and I have a cock in my hand and my cunt's pressing against a leathered ass, there's nothing better in the world. I can just close my eyes and feel my orgasm rise as the wind blows through my hair and the motorcycle tickles my ass because of its feeling.
One of the reasons I was so popular among the Biker's Club was because of my great hand techniques, and if you want to know the truth, I'm proud of it. There's nothing not to be proud of. Bringing people sexual pleasure is a joy to me.
Well, I was with the bikers for about three weeks, living with some of them too in the large village apartment they have, before I even started to notice that some of the other chicks were jealous of me. There was this one blonde chick named Nancy and she walked over to me to talk, about my third week there.
"Look, Roni," she said, fingering my shoulder with that long pointer of hers, "me and the other girls don't mind that you're here too much, only we don't want you monopolizing the time with the guys. Fair is fair."
I think it was her pointing finger that pissed me off more than anything.
For even though her voice sounded pretty sweet, her finger was poking my shoulder hard. I pushed it away and started doing the same thing to her.
"Look, Nancy," I said, mimicking her opening, "I don't give a flying fuck what you and the other chicks think. Those guys over there are all I care about and as long as they care about me, you'd better lay off."
"Who knows how long they're going to care about you for?" she said, licking her red lips with her long tongue and fluttering her eyeshadowed eyelids.
"Fuck off," I said to her.
"You can't expect the novelty of a riding hand-job not to wear off, sweetie, and when it does, you just watch your step."
I have to admit that I was a little scared, but there was no sense in letting her know that. I made sure to sleep with Mike that night, and I could feel that Nancy seemed a little pissed about it.
As we lay in bed together I reached down and started to stroke his stiffening cock. I ran my fingers through his thick black pubic patch, moved them under so I could feel his hot nuts and ass-hole. At the same time, he was fingering my black-haired pussy and licking my nipples. I was getting lost in the feeling but I knew that I was going to have to have a talk with him.
"Mike," I whispered, squeezing his dick the way I knew he liked it, "are you ever going to get tired of me?"
He just mumbled something that I couldn't' make out because his mouth was sucking on my stiff brown nipple. I pulled his head away.
"I asked you a question," I said, looking his straight in the eye.
He slapped me across the face hard, then shoved his finger into my cunt.
"Look, bitch, no one talks to me like that. You're happy now, and that's all that counts with me, you understand? I don't talk about the future."
I could feel his fingers flicking my clit back and forth and I tried to stifle my pleasure moans a little bit because I didn't want the other ten people who were sleeping in the room to hear, particularly Nancy.
But Mike always had that incredible touch with me and as soon as my cunt started to spasm hard, he pulled his fingers out of me and slipped his loving dick in its place. I felt his hairy chest pressing against my body as we rolled over, with him on top, of course, and then the fuck was on.
I wrapped my legs around his ass and tried to control his thrusting motion, but he really knew what he wanted to do and sometimes his withdrawing buttocks were just too strong for my legs and even though I would have wanted to keep him in deeper for longer periods of time than he stayed in, he could always pull back when he wanted to.
When he kissed me it was like he controlled me and I was pretty content as my sweaty body reached what I'd call my highest orgasmic peak. When that happens I'm like jelly under anyone's touch, so fucking vulnerable.
Mike started to flood me with his come and soon I was seeing colors. When he was finished he pulled off of me, turned his back and went to sleep. I snuggled up next to him, rubbing my cunt against his naked ass. He was so warm, and I soon fell asleep.
I could tell that the other girls were getting jealous of me, too, but I didn't give a shit. After all, they meant nothing to me, and I had reasoned something out in my mind which gave me the strength to tell them off when I had to.
If, as Nancy had told me, most of them got bored of their chicks after a time, then most of those girls would be leaving before I did because they had been with the guys for a longer period of time.
I was still new flesh, so to speak, and as far as I was concerned, my jerk-off motorcycle novelty wouldn't wear off before their cunts did. I was sure that my position with those dudes was going to remain solid for a long time to come.
One day, however, there was an actual physical fight between me and Nancy. She was the one who started it, although I was the one who got the blame because all the other girls sided with her.
The blonde-bitch walked up to me one day and just started pushing me.
"You're a real cunt," she was saying. "I wonder when Mike's going to get tired of your hands on his cock. They're so ugly to me. I wonder how he even gets it up knowing those bony hands are going to touch him."
"It's probably easier for him to get it up for my hands than it is for him to get it up over that dried-up cunt of yours."
She started tearing at me with her long fingernails. Since I'd never really been into growing long fingernails, I couldn't even scratch her back. I had to use my fists. Of course, I started winning because she scratched me on the cheek and I punched that cunt in the stomach, knocking all the air out of her. Once she doubled over I shoved my elbow down on her back and she fell to the floor.
I was going to stop fighting with her then, but she still had some energy left and got up to attack me once more. I think that I had her in a head-lock when Mike and some of the other guys walked in, and they all looked pissed as shit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mike wanted to know as two of the dudes ran over and pulled us apart.
Of course, we each started with our stories and since the other girls didn't like me, they all backed up Nancy. I wanted to kill them all when I saw what a dirty look Mike was giving me.
That night, when I climbed into his bed, I reached for his cock and he pulled away. He was limp, I could feel, as I tried to touch him, and I knew that he had already fucked someone else. It was probably Nancy. I knew it because Mike was the kind of guy who wouldn't go to bed without fucking someone. If his cock was limp, it meant he had already done it.
"Mike," I said, snuggling against his back and whispering, "I'm sorry about the fight today. But you have to believe that I didn't start it."
"I don't give a shit," he moaned. "Now leave me alone."
But his whole attitude made me realize that he did give a shit, indeed. During the next few days I was beginning to feel totally out of it. I felt like I didn't belong with them anymore. I would still go out with Mike on his bike and jerk him off, but that seemed to be the only time when we were really together.
I was thinking that things were looking up when he told us all that he had gotten tickets for this huge concert that we'd all been dying to see. It was going to be at the garden and Mike had purchased tickets for everyone, including me.
"In fact," he said to me, "you're going to be my date."
I was honored, especially when we walked into the garden arm in arm. Little did I know, however, that Mike had planned something with the girls. As I walked in that night I never would have thought that I was going to end up on the bathroom floor during the concert with an enema up my ass.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Roni came to see me, she was wearing a regular blouse and a pair of faded denims. She looked completely different. Her hair was styled a little better and she didn't have the same kind of unruly look she had the first time I saw her. When she spoke, however, it was easy to tell that she still had the same kind of nonchalant attitude about everything.
The concert was out of sight, until after the intermission. Mike had gotten us front seats, and we never expected anything less. We were sitting there smoking pot, popping poppers, and I think that everyone was already tripping when we got there. I know that I was. Mike was being more lovey-dovey than usual, and I remember all these times when he was rubbing my tit during the concert.
It was a trip, let me tell you. We saw about three bands before the intermission came, and when it did most of the guys split to look around and see what was happening. I decided to get up, too, since I didn't want to sit there alone with Nancy and her gang. I think that Christy, this black chick, Debra and Sue, these twins, and Sally, this other girl that I didn't know too well, were all there with Nancy.
Nancy had brought a large brown paper bag with her to the concert, and that's where she had the enema bag the whole time. I remember asking her what was in it as we first entered the garden, but she hadn't answered.
So long as I had my ticket stub, I knew that I could walk all over the place and then find my way back to my seat when the intermission was over.
The only thing was, I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and as I walked toward one of them I could see that the line went on for miles. I always noticed that with the girl's bathroom at places. There's never a line where the men piss, but there's always a long line where the women have to go.
Shit, I said to myself, I'll just wait around a while until the concert starts again and then I'll go in when the bathroom's empty.
Having settled that much, I continued walking through the crowd. I came upon some people that I knew and we blew a joint. By that time, you could hear the music blaring up in the concert hall, and people were already starting to walk back.
I said goodbye to my friends and started to walk back to out seats. Then I remembered my need to piss. I figured that I might as well go do it.
I walked back to the bathroom and sure enough, it was empty. I was really glad because I sure as hell hate to piss in a public bathroom when there are other people around. I know that you sit in the private little John and everything, but I still feel uncomfortable about doing it.
When I closed the door of the stall and locked it, I pulled down my pants and panties and started to piss. As soon as I did I heard the bathroom door opening and I knew that there was someone else out there. I looked under the door and could see a few feet and that told me it was more than one person.
I thought nothing of it. The garden was a big place and there was no reason in the world to suspect that it was Nancy and her bunch coming to get me.
I finished pissing and then I wiped myself. In the meantime, I could hear the sink running outside and I just thought that someone was washing their hands.
After I pulled up my pants I stepped out of the stall. That was when I saw the whole group there. Nancy, Christy, Debra, Sue and Sally were all standing there leaning against the sinks. Nancy was holding the enema bag behind her back.
"Hello, imagine meeting you here," the blonde bitch said to me.
I just wanted to get out of there but I wanted to wash my hands first. However, they were all blocking the sinks. I just tried to push Nancy out of my way without saying anything and that's when I felt Christy moving behind me and grabbing my arms.
I tried to fight the black girl off, but the others were on top of me before I could do anything. They knocked me down to the floor and two girls were holding my arms so that I could hardly move.
Nancy started to strip off my pants and panties, and I didn't know what the fuck was going to happen. I tried to kick her but Christy was helping to hold down my legs.
"Now, you cunt," Nancy said, moving her hands to my naked black pussy patch and pulling hard on a few tufts of hair, "we're going to give you what you've been desiring ever since you've been with us. A good cleaning out. And when we're finished cleaning you out we don't want you back."
I didn't know what she was talking about until she pulled the enema bag out from behind her back. I gasped. I had heard of enemas before but I had never dreamed that I would ever be the recipient of one.
Christy pushed my legs up in the air so that my naked ass was exposed. Then I felt Nancy pulling my white cheeks apart and shoving that enema nozzle deep into my ass-hole. There was a chilling rush of warm water in a second, and I gasped. It was the most uncomfortable thing I'd ever experienced.
I was going to open my mouth to scream, and Nancy could sense it. She quickly moved around, pulled her pants down and shoved her naked pussy over my mouth. I could hear the other girls gasping a little, since these lesbian things were not too common among them.
"I'd rather have her head muffled in my cunt than hear her screaming and get caught," Nancy said, by way of explanation. But I knew that she was into it, especially when she told me that I might as well lick her. "If I'm going to cover your face and your tongue is so near, you might as well do something."
She rammed her finger into my cunt as she pulled the nozzle out, and I knew that I had better start licking her before she did anything else to hurt me. The water in my ass-hole was killing me and I was trying to hold it in because I didn't want to make such a mess all over the place.
Her pussy was filled with cream the first time I shoved my tongue in, and that made me realize that Nancy was getting hot giving me an enema. She is such a sick cunt. Anyway, she started to frig my clit back and forth as she moved her cunt up and down on my face. She was actually fucking my tongue because I was just really sticking out and holding it out without moving it.
So she was moving up and down so that my tongue was almost like a cock that she was riding. When she started to come, her cunt walls spasming, I could feel her juices dripping out into my mouth. It was the first time I'd ever tasted a woman in my life, and I didn't think it was that bad.
Personally, I prefer dick anytime, but I had no choice in the matter.
Nancy started to bring me off to a super-orgasm, too. She didn't let her fingers stop until my cunt was flooding, and even kept them going for a long time afterwards. I knew why, too.
Once I started coming, I couldn't hold that damn water in my ass-hole. Every muscle of mine just wanted to relax and get into the feeling of the orgasm, so by the time I was finished coming I had let all the water leak out and was wallowing in it.
That's why Nancy kept me coming. It wasn't hard for her, or the other girls, to see what was happening as the water pooled up around me. In fact, most of them started to move out of the way because they probably didn't want to get wet. I can't say that I blame any of them at all because as far as I'm concerned, it was gross.
When Nancy finished fingering me, she got off me and pulled up her pants. She left the enema bag lying on the floor as she and the other girls moved to the door.
"There's a note for you," she said, pointing to the enema bag.
They were gone by the time I picked it up and read what was written.
"So long, it's been good to know you. Mike." That was all. I knew it was his handwriting because I recognized the crappy letters. And that was the last time I ever saw any of them. Sure, I could have reported the rape attack, but who the fuck would have believed me, and even if the cops did, do you think they'd try to do anything?
CONCLUSION
I can agree with Rom in the fact that no one would try to do anything to bring her attackers to justice because most members of these biker gangs keep moving on. There would also be no way for the girl to prove anything.
I don't think that Roni is going to have too much trouble overcoming her experience. When she talked about it, she was rather cold and dignified, as if it was one experience in her life that she had had.
She seems to be the kind of girl who-likes to chalk everything up to experience and all I had to tell her is to watch out from now on and to be a little more selective with the people she gets herself involved with. I was happy when she left.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Elissa H. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Elissa is a very outgoing girl who seems rather demure and sweet. She has shoulder-length blonde-brown hair and an upturned nose. Although her face is very pretty, her cheeks seem drawn and hallowed. She told me that she had lost a great deal of weight after her rape attack because she just didn't feel like eating.
Even though she did look a little thin, she still had nice-sized breasts and long, slinky legs.
I'm never going to forget the day I was raped. Some people say that and you think that they're just over-dramatizing what happened to them. You think that they probably will forget the date in the long run, but not me.
I was raped and given an enema the day of my sixteenth birthday. I was on my way home. My parents had sent me out to buy something, but I knew that they just sent me out so all my friends could arrive at my house to surprise me when I walked back in. Well, I was the one who surprised them because I returned home bloody and beaten with my clothes tattered and torn.
Then I just fainted on the living room floor. Surprise!
The thing that I don't really understand is how a man has the balls to try and rape someone in broad daylight, and even more, how he could have dragged me into that deserted house with no one else on the street seeing anything. But he did, and once he had me in there he started to beat the shit out of me.
I think that I was all prepared for what he was going to do, so far as fucking me went, but when he pulled out the enema bag and started to administer one I thought I was going to die.
I had had one experience with an enema before and that was when I went to the hospital for a stomach operation. I was ten at the time and they had to give me an enema before operating on me. When they gave me one, I didn't mind it too much because it was all for medicinal purposes.
When my rapist gave me one, I certainly minded it because that was sick.
Before I even tell you what he did to me, though, I should tell you that I knew enemas were used to sexual purposes with some people, but I had never thought I'd have one used on me. I had even seen a film about it once, sometime last year, and that was because Bruce, this guy I was dating, told me about them one night.
"Have you ever had an enema?" he had asked me, and when I told him yes he seemed to get excited. "I think they're terrific."
"What makes you think they're so terrific?" I asked him.
"I saw a loop in this store on Forty-second street, and this guy was giving this girl an enema. You should have seen how excited he was getting about it."
That was the first time I had ever heard of an enema being used for sexual purposes and I thought that Bruce was off the wall.
"You're insane," I said to him, point blank. "You're absolutely insane. People don't do things like that. Doctors use enemas and they're the only ones."
"Wanna bet?" he asked me.
"Sure," I said to him. "What kind of bet do you want to make?"
"If we see the film and you see that a guy actually does give a girl an enema, then you have to let me give you one."
"And if we don't?" I asked him.
"Then you can give me one."
So I agreed. Of course, I thought that I was going to win and that was the only reason I had agreed. I had no intention of ever letting Bruce or anyone else give me an enema for their own pleasure.
We took a ride into the city and we walked into one of those stores. We walked in the back and I felt funny because I was one of the only girls there and all these lewd guys were staring at me.
"Here it is," he said, pointing to one booth.
I looked at the small little sign that they had up there and read what it said.
"In this film some horny young stud ties up a girl with the biggest set of knockers this side of the Mississippi, gives her an oil enema and then fucks the shit out of her while she struggles to hold it in."
"Do you believe me now?" Bruce asked, after I had read the sign.
"I have to see for myself," I said, and I was getting a little bit scared because I knew that the film was going to have just what the sign had said in it. Even though there were signs up that said one person per booth, we both snuck in.
Bruce put a quarter in and as soon as he did the booth went black and the film came on. I could already see this blonde girl with huge tits tied up to a bed. She was totally naked and the minute Bruce saw her, I felt his cock rising in his pants. He reached for my hand so I would squeeze his dick through his pants as we watched.
I did.
The girl was straining against these ropes that had her tied and she looked completely helpless. Then this naked man entered the picture. He had curly brown hair and I was pretty surprised to see that his cock wasn't hard like I'd expected it to be. I thought that the men in these films didn't perform unless they were hard, but his limp dick was swinging back and forth between his legs.
He was also carrying an enema bag in his hand and when the girl saw it she started to scream. The man walked over to the bed, raised her ass up off the sheet and shoved the nozzle up her ass-hole.
He told her that he had put some cooking oil inside of it, and although the film was silent, they had a few subtitles and that was one of zhem.
"Can you imagine how greasy and good that must feel?" Bruce asked, pinching my tit.
"Greasy, yes, but certainly not good," I said to him.
Anyway, this guy seemed to fill this naked blonde girl up all the way and when he pulled the nozzle out of her ass-hole she squirmed some more. By this time, the guy's cock had grown quite long and hard. I watched the transformation as he filled her.
He moved his cock to her cunt lips and started to rub his swollen cock head there. You could even see how wet her lips were getting as he rubbed his cock there, and then he slid right into her.
The film went off and Bruce immediately slipped another quarter in there.
We picked up on the film in mid-fuck, and every so often there would be close-up shots of the guy's cock fucking the girl's cunt, and closer shots of her ass-hole and a few slow trickles of greasy oil.
But she did manage to hold all the oil in during the fuck, so it seemed. I think that it's impossible to do something like that, and after the film went off again, I told Bruce not to bother with another quarter. I had seen enough.
"Well?" he asked as we walked out of the store.
"Well, what?" I said.
"You have to let me give you one now. That was the deal the two of us had made, remember? You saw that people really do it when they're having sex."
"I don't think that was real," I said to him. "I think that they let her empty herself before the guy entered. I think that it's impossible to hold ail that oil in you while you're being fucked, especially if you get into the orgasm."
"Why don't we just experiment and try it out?"
"No," I said.
"But you made me a promise. You said that I would be able to do it."
"Bruce, if you had lost, would you let me give you one? No, I didn't think so. I'm sorry I made that promise to begin with. I never would have if I thought I was going to 'lose The idea of having an enema under sexual circumstances turns me off completely,"
I could see that he was upset about it, but he didn't try to force it.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Elissa came to see me she looked like she had put on a little weight and it did her good. Her cheeks didn't look as withdrawn as before and there was more color in her face this time.
She wore a lovely yellow blouse which made her hair look so much lighter and more becoming, and didn't seem at all hesitant about talking.
I think that maybe I should have let Bruce give me an enema the way I promised I would, but I just didn't. I should have because if he had, then maybe it wouldn't have been so bad when the enema rapist attacked me.
I can tell by that look on your face, doctor, that you think Bruce might have been the one who attacked me. Well, you're wrong. Bruce was at my house with my other friends waiting for me to get home when it happened. In fact, he was the one who gave me the most comfort the ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital.
God, I'll never forget the Way Bruce argued with me for weeks about my welching on the bet, and even though we were still seeing each other and sometimes fucking each other, he never once tried to force an enema on me, even though he had the right to. Sometimes, after we were finished fucking, he would start in again.
"You'd like it even more if you were filled with water. Or oil would be even better."
"Oh, Bruce, just the thought of it is making my stomach turn. I think I'm going to be sick all over your chest."
When I said things like that, he would usually stop pressuring me.
God, how I wish I hadn't said things like that. If I had only let him give me one before that rapist did, I know I would have taken the attack better.
I'll tell you about the attack now. It happened, as I've said, on the day of my sixteenth birthday. I kind of suspected that my mother was planning a surprise party because I saw certain things hidden around the house that made me think that way. Then, at about six-thirty, she asked me to go to the store for the most ridiculous reason.
"I need some more brown sugar," she said. "Elissa, would you be a doll and run down to the store to get it?"
"Why?" I asked. "We have plenty of white in the house."
"You know that your father-likes brown sugar and I have none for his coffee tonight. Please run to the store."
When she became so insistent, I kind of got the feeling that she just wanted me out of the house. I put two and two together and realized that she needed some time for my friends to show up. So I took the money she gave me and went off to the store.
Now it was daylight saving's time so it was still pretty light outside. I always thought that our old neighborhood was safe anyway.
I went to the store and got the sugar, even though I was sure I didn't have to. When I looked at the clock in the store I saw that it was only seven. I had been out of the house for about a half an hour and I thought that I might as well take the long way home just to give those late arrivals a chance to show up.
That was why I was walking down Smith Street. As I passed by this big green house on Smith Street, I noticed that it looked deserted. There was a 'For Sale' sign on the house and that was the first time I had noticed it. I didn't know when the people had moved out.
That house had always intrigued me, however, and I just walked up the front path to look in the window. I couldn't see anything because it was too dark inside. I just looked in the front window, and then started to turn and leave.
As I did, the front door must have opened and someone stepped out. I didn't hear anything, but I felt it instead.
Someone put their hand over my mouth and then started to drag me backwards into the house. Of course I tried to struggle and scream but he was much more powerful than I was. As you can see just by looking at me, I'm not the strongest person in the world to begin with. Besides, the person behind me was much taller than me and felt so much more stocky and strong.
I was dragged into the house and the door was slammed shut. Once inside, I felt him pull his hand from my mouth and the next thing I knew, he was stuffing a gag in its place. He tied the gag around my mouth and then pushed me down to the floor.
I rolled on my back and tried to look at him. But he had a stocking over his face, and I could hardly make out any features. I could make out his body, though, for he quickly took off the coat he was wearing and I saw that he was naked underneath.
He had a hairy body and a huge cock that scared the hell out of me. I could feel my eyes popping out of my head when I looked at him and I knew he was going to fuck me. I prepared myself for it, especially when he got down on his knees and started to rip at my clothing. He pulled off my pants and panties first and started to finger my blonde-haired snatch.
When I tried to squeeze my legs together to keep him from entering me he socked me hard in the stomach and knocked all the air out of me.
"I would watch it if I was you, bitch," he said, and then he started to finger my pussy again. I got a little wet, but not too much.
I faked it. I figured that he was trying to work me toward an orgasm and I knew that I could probably get away with faking it. I started to moan passionately and thrust my ass up and down off the dirty floor. He seemed to be getting off on it for his cock, which was resting on my belly, seemed to be pulsating.
As soon as I had acted like I came out of the orgasm, he stood up, grabbed me by the arms, and started to pull me across the floor. He dragged me down the hall and into the small bathroom where he flicked on the light.
I could make out his body a little better now, but what I made out even more clearly was the enema bag which was full and sitting on the closed toilet seat. When I saw that bag I got so scared and started to tremble.
"What's the matter, bitch, you don't like enemas?" he asked me.
I couldn't answer him, of course, since I had the gag in my mouth. But I moaned a little in pain just to try and give him some idea, and I even shook my head back and forth to tell him no, I don't like enemas.
Of course he didn't care. He sat on my belly and chest and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. I could feel his finger probing my ass-hole, and it was a tight fit. I'd never let Bruce touch my ass-hole because I never really liked the feeling. I once tried to finger my own ass-hole, just to see if I could ever get into it because I thought it might be fun to be ass-fucked, and that was when I discovered that I had a sensitive ass-hole and didn't like it one bit.
That wasn't going to stop my rapist, however. He slid another finger in.
"I'm just trying to stretch you a little more so I can get the damn nozzle into your puckered hole," he said, rubbing his naked ass on my tits.
Soon there were three fingers inside of my ass and by that time, I was stretched to the limit. He seemed to sense it, too, for he didn't try to put in a forth. Instead, he just massaged my ass-hole a little, then pulled out his fingers and put the enema nozzle there instead. I felt a forceful flow of rushing warm water.
I thought back to that time in the hospital when I had gotten an enema, and although there had been some discomfort, I had gotten over it by telling myself that it was all for medicinal purposes. I couldn't tell myself something like that this time because I could feel the man's hot balls and throbbing cock resting on my belly and I knew that the whole thing was for sex.
I thought of the film that I had seen and how the girl had supposedly held all the oil in her while the man fucked her. As the water continued to rush into me, I couldn't imagine how she did it.
My desire was to let it gush out of me as soon as the nozzle would be pulled because it was too uncomfortable. However, as the bag started to empty and I felt all this water inside of me, my rapist said something.
"You hold it in now or else I'll kill you."
Then he pulled the nozzle out. I don't know how he expected me to hold it in but he hardly even saw it dripping out of me. For as soon as he had it out he climbed around and positioned himself between my spread legs. He rubbed his cock against my pussy lips and then thrust his way inside of me.
The initial thrust of his cock sent most of the water gushing out of me right away.
I guess he could feel some of it on his legs, which were on the floor between mine, and that was why he slapped me across the face a few times, hard. But I was getting the worst of the dripping water because I was laying in it. I could feel the water mixed with my shit, and even smelled it.
But the rapist didn't seem to mind. He kept driving his cock into me so that he seemed to move deeper with each thrust. I could feel his two hot balls whacking me on the buttocks and I tried lifting my ass up off the wet tile floor just so I wouldn't have to lie in my shit.
Sometimes I was able to, but each time he thrust in it was with such a force that the weight of his body pressed me against the floor once again.
It got to the point where is was just soaking wet. But he didn't seem to care. I could feel his cock pulsating in my pussy time and time again, and he didn't do much to try and come right away. Each time he seemed to be on the verge of coming he would slow down a little, as if he knew he had all the time in the world.
He did, too, and I have to be grateful for the fact that he finally did let himself go all the way. When he did, I could feel my cunt being filled with load after load of his thick cock cream and by the time he had finished shooting off, his cock was already shrinking in my pussy. He flopped out of me and landed on my pussy patch, then stood up over me. He kicked me once, hard in the stomach, and then he started to laugh. He turned and walked out of the bathroom.
I lay there for a long time, too scared to get up because I thought that he could be waiting for me outside of the bathroom. I did reach for the gag and I pulled it off and then sat up. In a few minutes, I could hear the front door slamming.
I didn't know for sure that he had left then, but there was no reason for me to keep lying there. I stumbled to my feet, tried to arrange my clothes as best as I possibly could, and then I ran out of that house as fast as my feet would take me.
The energy that carried me from the deserted house to my own house was energy I didn't even know I had. I think my adrenalin must have been working fast because I got home okay, but then I just collapsed.
Well, the police searched the house and they found the empty enema bag and the gag, all lying in the bathroom in a heap of shit. So I'm told. They haven't caught the man who did it to me, and I don't really think that they ever will.
I'm no help because the man was wearing a mask and everything. But let me tell you the result of this thing, which I didn't know until last week. I went to visit my friend in the hospital after I left here last week and I saw an enema bag hanging up near her bed. I got violently sick and threw up all over the floor. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at an enema bag again without that happening.
CONCLUSION
I feel sorry for Elissa because of her sickened reaction on seeing an enema bag and I told her she would have to try and overcome this feeling since chances were good that she would see other bags during her lifetime. I recommended 'Waterpower' to her, thinking that if she could watch an enema on screen again (like she did with Bruce in the porn shop) it might be a step to her recovery.
I think that the rape hurt Elissa even more because it was her sixteenth birthday and a day for happiness and partying. Instead, for her, it turned out to be a day of nightmare and terror, one that will haunt her for years to come.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Val D. AGE: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Val is one of the youngest patients I've interviewed and I feel that her case is also one of the most harrowing ones I've ever heard. It's easy to see why someone would be attracted to the girl, particularly a step-father who was the rapist in this case.
Val is short, thin, and very voluptuous for her age. Her breasts are much larger than the breasts one would expect on a thirteen-year-old and her figure seems to have the rounded curves one would expect of a woman.
The one thing that impressed me the most about this girl/woman was her complete and open attitude in talking about what must have been an extremely terrifying situation.
When my father died and then my mother decided to remarry less than two months later, I knew that she needed the comfort of a man more than anything else. I knew it even more when I met Herb for the first time. He just made me feel funny.
He always seemed to have bristly stubbles like he hadn't shaved in the longest time, and his breath always smelled of alcohol. I thought he was pretty disgusting and I remember telling my mother what I thought the day she told me she was going to marry him. She didn't have much to say in his defense.
"I know that he might not strike you as the most appealing man in the world," she said to me, "but I need a man. You'll understand these things when you grow older."
It didn't take growing older for me to understand that she needed a man for sex. Even though I was still a virgin, until my step-father raped me, I know that was the only reason she wanted him.
They got married two weeks after she told me she was going to. It was a small, civil ceremony, and I didn't even go. They went to a motel nearby for their honeymoon night and I hoped that my mother was getting what she wanted.
When Herb moved into our apartment things changed. First of all, he was a slob and my mother and I were always picking up after him. Second, he seemed to love his naked body so much that he was always parading around the house in the nude. I saw his naked, hairy body the second day he had moved in and I remember thinking that I couldn't understand the attraction. His limp cock seemed so wrinkly and ugly.
My mother noticed him walking by me in the nude' and that night I could hear them talking about in their bedroom.
"Please don't do that again," my mother was saying. "She's just a young girl growing up and I don't like it."
"Don't tell me what to do," he said.
"I'm not telling you. I'm asking you as a favor to me."
Then I heard a slap. I knew that someone had hit someone else and I snuck out of my bed so that I could peep through their keyhole. By the time I got there I could see that Herb was the one hitting my mother, and he was hitting her hard. They were yelling at each other, about me.
They were both naked and I could see that Herb's cock was hard this time. My mother continued to protest as he hit her again and again.
"This is my house, too, you know. At least it is now that I married you and I'll walk around the way I feel like walking around."
I could tell that he was really hurting my mother for she was actually groaning in pain. But then she reached for his cock and when she touched it, he closed his eyes and started to moan. I thought that she had him at some kind of vulnerable point or something, but then he was reaching for her spread pussy and she moaned.
It was almost like a struggle to see who could turn who on the fastest and keep the other vulnerable. I don't really know who won because my mother started to pull his hard cock near her cunt and she spread her legs and let him slide into her. As soon as he had thrust his way in deep, I looked at the expression on her face.
His fucking her had put her completely in his power. She closed her eyes and got lost under his body, opening her mouth and letting out the longest, most soothing moan I'd ever heard. She wrapped her legs around his taut buttocks and started to massage them with her feet.
I watched his body start to drip with sweat and I still couldn't understand the attraction of his cock at all.
Then he started to grunt and he arched his back. He was coming inside of her, I'm sure, because by the time he pulled out his cock was completely limp. My mother just lay there as if all the energy had been knocked out of her, and I have to admit that she looked so content. She looked more content than I had ever seen her since my father's funeral, and that fuck made me start to think about sex a lot more.
I asked my mother about it the next day after Herb had left for work. I don't even know what he did, nor did I care. But my mother was hurrying along with her breakfast so she'd be on time for her beauty parlor job when I asked.
"Does sex control a person so much that they forget about everything else?"
"What? Valentine, what makes you ask me something like that?"
"Just something I feel. I feel that when you reach an orgasm you're so vulnerable that you forget about all kinds of crap that happens."
"Young lady, I don't know where your mind is or why you've been thinking like this. Explain yourself."
So I told her what I had witnessed the night before after I heard them arguing and I saw how shocked she was to learn that I had seen it.
"You just lost yourself," I said to her. "It looked to me like you had forgotten all about how Herb hit you so many times before entering you. Can't you remember how much those blows hurt, or do you forget because of the sex?"
"There are certain things that you have to live with," she said to me. "When you get older, you're bound to understand some of them."
"I hope not," I told her and when she asked why, I explained. "I don't think that Herb is good for you or for us, but you seem to find excuses for everything that he does. Well, if you feel that way, fine. But you only feel that way because you need a man, right? You once told me that. Well, I hope I never have to let a man beat me up because I need him. I hope not."
Sometimes I know I say things that blow my mother's mind. Sometimes I can see her wondering how the hell a thirteen-year-old knows all these things.
Well, after that talk, things still seemed to be going the same. I mean, I would hear them yelling in the bedroom some nights, and usually the fights were about me because Herb still walked around naked and he was even cursing a lot in the house. I'm used to language like that but my mother still doesn't like it.
The fights would usually end with a few slaps, which I could hear louder than anything else, and then with some panting which I took to be their fucking moans and groans.
Some mornings my mother would come down to the breakfast table with bruises on her cheeks and arms, and she always made excuses for it. I didn't want to tell her that I thought she was crazy for putting up with him.
I had been through all that and nothing had come from it.
One day Herb came home in the early afternoon and he looked drunk as a skunk. I heard him stumble into the apartment and almost fall on his face. When I ran to the front door to see what was going on, there he was, lying there in a heap.
"What are you doing home?" I asked him.
"I was fired today from my job, damn it," he said.
He started to get up and walk toward me. I backed up a little but soon I was against the wall. He placed his mouth on mine and dug his tongue in deep. I could taste the bourbon on his breath and I thought I was going to be sick.
He reached for my tit and started to squeeze it and as soon as he did that, I just used my natural instinct to get away. I drove my knee up in his crotch and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He backed away for a second and doubled over in pain. When he did that, I took it as my only chance to run away from him. I ran down the hall to the bathroom which was the only door with a lock and I locked myself inside. Of course, he was in hot pursuit of me.
I could hear him pounding on the door and there were times when I thought that the lock was going to give way and he was going to burst right into the bathroom and beat the shit out of me. However, he was too drunk and he gave up after a few minutes.
I didn't come out of the bathroom until I heard the front door open about two hours later because I knew that my mother was home then.
"Why didn't you make dinner?" she asked me, for she was used to coming home and finding it on the table.
"Your husband got drunk and lost his job today and then he tried to rape me," I said to her. "Don't get upset. He didn't do anything. But I did spend a delightful two hours locked in the bathroom because he was in the house."
Well, you should have heard the fight that went on afterwards. My mother stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. The two of them were in there alone and I could hear her yelling at him, telling him that he was disgusting. Then there were some slaps, but this time, she continued to yell and I'm sure she was fighting back.
She came storming out of the room later and by that time, I had thrown something together for dinner. She sat at the kitchen table and cried.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "I think this whole marriage was a mistake. I hate him."
"You don't hate him," I said. "You love when he has sex with you and so he can appease you all the time. You love him for that and that's enough as far as you're concerned."
She gave me the dirtiest look ever because she knew I was telling her the truth.
I don't really think that her solution in the matter was a good one at all. I don't blame her for it, because who was to think that after she locked him out he would break into the house and rape me? We thought that he was gone for good, but he wasn't.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Val came to see me she was wearing a pants suit and the suit made her look like a twenty-five year old woman. She is obviously much older than her actual age, not only in looks, but also in intelligence.
I think that the way she handled her rape attack proves this.
That's what my mother decided to do. Herb began to go out looking for jobs a few days later. During those days when he was home, I would go to a friend's house and stay there until I knew my mother would be home.
Then one day, my mother told me what she was going to do. While Herb was out she had all the locks on the doors changed. She was home that night with me when he came back from job-hunting and he tried to open the door.
"Hey, Bea, open up," he yelled to my mother.
She walked over to the door, but didn't open it. She just stood on the other side and started to talk to him as reasonably as she possibly could.
"It's over, Herb," she said to him. "You have to understand that. I'm filing for divorce tomorrow. Find yourself someplace else to live. It's over and it never should have happened to begin with."
Of course he started yelling and putting up a fight, and at one point when I saw my mother reaching for one of the locks I ran over and pushed her hand away. She kissed me on the forehead for doing that.
Anyway, Herb left a few minutes later and we thought he was gone for good.
Two weeks passed before he broke into the house and raped me, and that's why the whole thing came so unexpectedly. My mother had filed for divorce and her lawyer said that he couldn't get in touch with Herb, so we figured he'd left the city.
I was home one afternoon when school was finished and I was getting ready to make supper. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and Herb started calling. I got so scared and I could feel myself trembling.
He was smashing at the door with his fist and I hadn't locked all of the locks. I could see one of them giving way and I ran to try and turn the others. But it was too late. He had pushed the door open and he ran into the apartment.
I immediately turned and started to run to the bathroom but he was fast on my heels. He tackled me in the hall and then he dragged me into the bathroom. It was only then that I saw he had an enema bag in his hand and I didn't know why.
He sat on my chest as he reached up to fill the enema bag and I kept trying to hit him and kick him in the balls. Once, when I almost punched him there, he smashed his fist across my face and almost knocked me out completely.
"You fucking bitch," he was screaming. "You know that it's all your fault that your mother and I are splitting up."
"You're a sickening, disgusting man," I said, "and it has nothing to do with me."
Then, as if he was trying to prove my point, he pulled his zipper down and yanked his large cock out of his pants. He shoved it right into my mouth and I almost gagged on his thick piece of meat. I tried to bite it, and when he felt it he pulled his cock from my mouth and smashed me across the face again.
"I can see that I can't trust you," he said.
"That's right," I said, gasping for breath. "If I could, I'd cut your fucking balls off and stuff them in your mouth."
He was already sliding down my body and he started to rip my blouse open. When he saw my naked pink nipples I watched the saliva drip out of his mouth. He really was one of the most disgusting people I ever met.
He moved his mouth to my tit and bit on my nipple, hard. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg and I tried to knee him there but he was pressing down on my leg with too much force.
His hand moved to my pussy while he licked my nipple. He ripped at my pants and started to finger my virgin cunt. I knew that he was going to break me then and the thought of it made me sick. Out of all the men I've ever met in my life, Herb came close to being the grossest one and I had never dreamed in my life that he would be the man to break my cherry.
Herb licked my nipple for a few more minutes, and then he slid down my body, pushing on my legs so I couldn't kick him. He ripped my pants and panties all the way off and yanked my legs apart.
Then he reached for the enema bag that he had been filling and he shoved my legs up over my head. I tried to kick him and he smashed his open palm against my buttocks so I felt this incredible rush of pain shooting through me.
He rammed the enema nozzle into my ass-hole and I could feel ice cold water flowing into me. I started to squirm as he dug the hose deeper and deeper into me, and the fucking bastard was laughing the entire time that all of this was happening. I wanted to cry more than anything else but I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing my tears.
I felt like a balloon being blown up and I never thought that I would be able to hold so much water inside of me. Once the bag had emptied everything into me he pushed my legs down and then climbed on top of me.
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard while he forced his cock into my dry cunt. He came up against my hymen and then he just shoved his way past. I could feel the most intense pain running through every bone in my body as my virgin blood started to run over his cock.
My blood was the only lubrication that we had because my cunt didn't get wet at all for his driving cock. I could feel his thick dick rubbing over my clit but he just disgusted me too much. I couldn't feel any pleasure with a man who made me feel so utterly disgusting.
He was breathing heavily the whole time, and then his cock started to pulse inside of me. That hurt more than anything else, and the only good thing about it was when he started to come because I knew it was going to end.
I don't know how I had held the water inside of me during the fuck, but he complimented me on it when he pulled his limp dick out and noticed that nothing had leaked.-
I stood up, staggering a little bit, and sat on the toilet. I started to shit everything out of me while he stood there, watching me and stuffing his cock back into his pants. When I had finished shitting I stood up and pushed my way past him. I think he was completely confused as to what I was going to do.
After all, I was still naked. I walked into the kitchen and was glad when he followed me. For I went right to the knife drawer and pulled out the one with the biggest blade, then whirled around to face him.
"Now you get out of here before I take this and stick it in your gut," I said. "I could get off easy, too, you know. They'd never convict a child who murdered a man who raped her. Now get out of here. Get out of town, because I'm going to report this and every cop is going to be looking for you."
He chuckled a little, but he knew that I was serious when I lunged at him with the knife. He took off like a jackrabbit.
I locked the door and fell on the floor. When my mother came home and found me I told her everything that had happened. We called the police and they are looking for him, but I think he took my advice and left.
I carry a small knife with me now. If I ever saw him again, I wouldn't do anything unless he tried something first. But if he did, I swear I would cut his balls off and stuff them in his mouth. I swear I'd do it.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
I cannot imagine anything more brutal than an enema rape, and I feel that the patients in this particular study have all confirmed this attitude. There are too many enema enthusiasts who are still in the closet, afraid to come out and face up to this need of theirs. They are usually the people who will strike out on an unwilling victim.
Carl Smith, the policeman and Merrily's interview is the perfect example of a closet enema case, so much so that he pretended to be in pursuit of the evil enema rapist when he, himself, was the man. From Merrily's interview, it seemed as if Officer Smith put down people who used enemas.
I think this is the attitude among most of the enema enthusiasts. They tend to put themselves down, and in doing so, make their fetish seem uglier than it is. They put it down and hear other people put it down, so they cannot come out of the closet and confess that they like enemas.
As a result, more and more young girls are attacked and the statistics on enema rapes show that they have doubled in a year.
Sometimes, it can be easier for the victim to come to grips with what happened, and the girls who did in this book seem to be those who were mature to begin with. Then there are those like Judy who knew the man who raped her (her teacher, in fact) and had been having intercourse with him steadily. It's much easier for a girl like Judy to come to grips with what happened to her because she can talk with her teacher and find out why he had such a need.
