In the hands of today's violent teenagers sex is becoming both a tool and a weapon. It is used by today's sexual renegades to punish their victims for what they feel are justifiable offenses. In the hands of today's rebellious youth crime and sex are running rampant in the streets. The prime target becomes ordinary citizens who are completely unknown to the sexual molesters who often travel in organized 'gangs' to exploit the unsuspecting female populace.
We are all familiar with the violent, often bizarre crimes that are becoming a "pattern" in our society. The plural ritualistic murders committed by the "Manson" family stands as the most shocking example of mob action carried out by rebellious youth against more established members of society.
Not every murder or incident of sexual brutality makes front page headlines. But in every city and town, incidents of teen-age violence can be glimpsed somewhere almost nightly. These insecure adolescents, these hostile attackers, often use SEX as an instrument of punishment, inflicting cruel atrocities upon their victims, and deriving an intense sadistic thrill from committing every known perversion imaginable.
Women and young girls are prime targets for teen-age lust crimes. In many cases, however, males are victimized if they happen to be in the vicinity of the sex crime. Not all crimes are heterosexual; many are indeed homosexual. In many cases the victims are sexually assaulted then mutilated and murdered.
The shocking fact is that these crimes are becoming all too common. Motorcycle clubs demand new initiates rape young girl as their initiation ritual.
In my own vicinity a recent murder involved three hippie-type motorcycle initiates who raped, mutilated and then murdered sixteen year old Deborah Hawley and her sixteen year old boyfriend David Doyle. The full details of this crime have not been made public as it has not yet come to trial but what is evident is that the murderers were so carried away by the thrill of their gross atrocities that they found it necessary to record their sanguine thrills on film.
In THE ANIMAL LOVERS, by J. Rupert Rosenfeld, Dr. Fredric Wertham, a well-known psychiatrist notes . . .
"Younger and younger children commit more and more serious and violent acts. But even psychopathic children did not act like this twenty-five years ago."
Sadism and rape are becoming integral parts of the sexual attack. Youths who would lack the courage to commit such offenses individually are banding together in groups, more commonly known as 'gangs'. They are molesting innocent individuals on a scale that is drawing national attention from police, ministers and psychiatrists world-wide.
In GIRL GANGS Barbara Hoffman notes . . .
"The desire for sexual violence, of course, is not new . . . What is new is our great appetite for the expression of this taboo behavior. And there is something else that is also new within our ultra-modern society; the gathering together of people in small, exclusive sub-societies for the purpose of violating the sexual taboos of mankind, among them which are the gangs who rape, murder, mutilate, commit the gross kind of indecencies for the sole purpose of satisfying their sexual desires."
The groups of teenagers exploiting helpless individuals organize themselves into 'gangs'. During this study of sexual offenses committed by adolescents in group form we will refer to such individuals as the GANG BANGERS!
In the following pages the reader will meet the victims of these sexual criminals and learn some of the motivations and activities of those who prowl the streets looking for innocent and attractive victims whom they may shock with their gross physical lusts.
This is the story of the GANG BANGERS. This is the confession of those who have found themselves intricately wrapped in the sadistic chain of events perpetuated by the attackers. Many victims of the GANG BANGERS were too shocked and frightened to tell their stories to the police. Sometimes only a qualified analyst hears these most intimate confessions of violation. Sometimes it is the analyst who is best suited to handle the after-effects of such crimes.
Within this volume you will find a few of the cases of gang rape which have come to my attention. Because the popularity of such crimes is world-wide the reader may find such crimes common in his own locale. This is the intimate and sometimes shocking story of the GANG BANGERS and their victims.
Sue Carr, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE: The Drug Freaks
Pert and attractive Laura Henderson, the natural blond wife of an aspiring and talented young attorney had no idea that on the night of August 17, 1969 she would live to experience the most brazenly bizarre chain of events of her entire life. Nor did Laura realize then, as she placed two baskets of soiled clothes in the back seat of her car, that that particular night would be any different from any other evening she had spent at the laundromat. Generally Laura drove the half mile to the laundromat during the daytime. But her husband had just called and said he was scheduled to take a trip out of town to Atlanta, Georgia the following morning. So hastily Laura made her way to the nearby laundromat at a much later hour than usual.
Laura's youthful husband, Paul, was engaged in intimate conversation with a client during dinner at the Oak Hills Country Club. Laura had turned down an invitation to join. Because of sharp abdominal cramps and a headache Laura had felt more like staying home. Then she got the phone call saying that Paul would be leaving town in the morning. Naturally he would need clean clothes for the trip.
As Laura sped down the slippery wet highway at a rate of acceleration that was hazardous considering the road conditions, four boys, in tattered dirty blue jeans, battered sandals, and ragged shirts sought shelter from the driving rain inside the unoccupied laundromat.
There was little that would distinguish one boy from the other. The ragged youths were approximately seventeen years old. Their hair was long and stringy, unkempt to the extreme. One of the boys sported a tattered leather vest on the back of which was scrawled "Ryan's Raiders" in bold black letters. The youths seemed to have no method of transportation other than the sandals which adorned their dirty feet. All of the youths were collectively passing a homemade cigarette from mouth to mouth as they pushed open the heavy glass door to the empty laundromat.
"I hope Porgy's not late. . . ," the tallest youth scowled. He wiped some spittle on the back of his hand. "Man - I need it bad. That stuff Porgy pushed on me last week was weak, man! I feel like shoving his damn skinny black moustache down his filthy throat. If all pushers were junkies like me they'd see to it that they handled a better class of stuff!"
"Take a pull of this weed - Jasper! . . ," a heavy-set youth with silver studs on the front of his tattered jeans frowned. "It'll keep you on the ground for a while. I heard that Porgie cuts his stuff with anything he can get his filthy hands on. But in a pinch - man - he's better than nothing!"
The smallest youth, a boy around seventeen, with long flowing blond hair that seemed to have received better attention that the others thrust his sizeable thumbs down under the wide black leather belt that he wore around his narrow waist. Joey stood spread-legged glancing suspiciously about the empty laundromat. He sneered, spat on the floor, and turned his attention to the oldest boy who was the leader of the group.
"Damn it - Ryan!," Joey hissed, "what time will Porgie make contact? I mean - are you sure he can get the stuff? I got it bad. I need it - man! My intestines feel like they're churning through a sausage grinder. Damn - baby - we gotta pull a hold up or rob a drug store. We gotta get enough bread to get some good class stuff. Gimme the makings for a weed - man. To hell with sharing one reefer among four of us! I need my own stick!"
Ryan tossed back his long black matted hair, cast his suspicious brown eyes toward the ceiling as he removed the pouch of illegal tobacco from his pocket. From his wallet Ryan removed a thin white paper which sufficed to hold the illegal contents of the pouch. Joey grabbed the pouch, poured some of the contents into the cylindrical formation of paper, winding it tight and licking down one of the edges of the parchment thin paper. Joey formed another cigarette and tossed it to Jasper. Two matches found their mark and two boys inhaled deeply.
"It's nine-thirty. . . .," Ryan frowned. Hastily he caressed the long hunting knife that hung on his belt. "Porgie outa be here in less than an hour. It's too wet outside to case any spots along the road. Let's wind our legs over this table and sip some weed for a while!"
"Okay - man. . . ," Jasper grinned. He touched his long bristly sideburns. "You're callin' the shots. It's bad enough going without sex so long. But man, going without drugs is even worse. We gotta hit someone and get some dough fast. Vicki won't go out with my anymore unless I pay her. She thinks cause I got cash to waste on drugs I ought to spend it on dames as well. I sure can't afford two expensive habits!"
"Douse those weeds - man!," Ryan commanded, riveting his eyesight on the brown four door sedan that pulled onto the empty lot. "Here comes some screwy dame to wash her duds!"
"Shit if I'm wastin' this weed - man!," Joey growled. "Let's hide in the back room. That door's bound to lead somewhere. With a little persuasion maybe we can hide and lift some bread from that swanky looking dame."
"Hey - maybe she needs bread!" Kenny scowled. Kenny ran his thin fingers through his tawny blond hair. "My pricks as hard as a branding iron now. I wouldn't mind a piece of high class nookie on the side. We could always overpower her and take her in the back room and give her a thrill she won't forget!"
Ryan stood spread-legged a short distance from the door. With momentous force Ryan jammed his shoulder and knee against the door. The thin plywood barrier yielded under the force. It sprang open with a loud groan. The four boys found themselves in the storage room, a large area, complete with a back exit. Joey pushed the door shut. He glanced through the keyhole at the woman approaching with a basket held in front of her.
"She's a swell looking dame - Ryan! We could really have some fun with her!"
"Shut up. . . ," Ryan gasped. He pushed Joey away from the keyhole.
Ryan licked his tongue slowly over his lower lip. Ryan instinctively clasped his fingers around the smooth ivory handle of his hunting knife. Ryan felt the hard insistent stab of the thing that lay like a sleeping tiger between his legs. Ryan knew that drugs sometimes made his desire for sex unbearable. Ryan felt the inaudible jerk of his cock inside his retraining shorts. He stared at the smooth fleshy calves of the woman's legs underneath the plaid scanty skirt that she wore. Ryan glanced at Laura's long golden hair and he wondered if her pubic mound were nearly as soft and delicate. Ryan pulled at his unshaven moustache as he eyed the soft mounds of mammary flesh beneath the scanty nylon blouse.
''The only good thing about the establishment. . . ," Joey whispered, holding his breath, "is that their dames are clean and as lovely as sacrificial virgins! God - my thing is just pounding to get into a nice clean cunt! I bet that dame's wearing over $10 of perfume from the smell that's coming through the door. Damn - I sure hope she can't smell my reefer. Watch her twist that pretty little ass as she bends over to pick up her dainties! Look at the size of her hubby's jock shorts. I bet he's got a big tool. I bet she likes 'em big - Ryan. Do you think she'd like four big tools, baby?"
"Shut up . . . Joey . . ," Ryan hissed, through clenched teeth. "I'm thinking. See that sign that says "CLOSED"? We could bolt the door shut, hang up the sign and have our fun here. Or out in her car somewhere. My thing is begging me for it too! It's almost as bad as having a damn monkey on your back."
"My monkey knows where it wants to go. . . ," Jasper grinned, boldly. "Baby it wants in right between her hot chubby thighs. I bet her skin is soft - so soft! I'd like to mash my naked thing right between those big flesh buttocks! Hmmmmm!!"
"Weird - man!," Kenny laughed, dropping a wad of spittle on the floor. "I'd like those hot lips right around my nut bag - man! God - baby! I can't stand it. Let's do something!"
Ryan glanced away from the keyhole. He felt the unrelenting jerk of his cock as it thrust against the front of his soft and dirty jeans. Ryan reached down to scratch his itching penis. He noticed that Kenny had unzipped the front of his button-up jeans. That Kenny was holding one whopper of an erection between his thumb and forefinger."
"Wanna suck me off - baby?", Kenny giggled, jiggling his meat-stick back and forth. "I'd like to shoot my cum right down your throat. I'd rather shoot it down hers really."
Ryan stood studying his victim like a wild animal in the jungle surveying its prey. Ryan motioned to Kenny to creep out the back door and go around to the front. Ryan whispered he'd signal Kenny to prop himself against the front door, closing off all avenues of escape in case the victim should detect their presence before she had been captured.
"I'll grab her. . . ," Ryan hissed. "You - Joey - you grab her feet. Help me carry her if she struggles. Jasper can take care of the sign and locking the door. Turn off the lights too so everyone thinks it's closed. I gotta take a slice at some hot cherry pie. Dames like her bug the shit out of me. But all I ever get is one with fleas and seven generations of lice. It's been a long time since I forced some respectable gal to do it with me. Something keeps telling me we shouldn't. But I just gotta - man!"
Ryan's dilated eyes followed every movement that Laura made. Ryan kneeled at the doorway stroking the hard thing between his legs. Ryan felt the blood pounding in his joint. It swelled with insistent desire. Ryan knew that as leader he'd get first crack at his victim. He tried to control the bold insistency with which he scratched his groin because he did not want to waste his seed in premature pleasure.
Laura entered the narrow enclosure that looked like a small hallway where the detergents and other items hung. Laura placed a dime in the vending machine. She moved her hand to tug on the red knob. Laura pulled harder at the unyielding object. Suddenly she felt warm breath against her neck. Laura was jerked to sudden awareness as she felt thick dirty fingers winding about her throat.
"H . . E . . L . . P!" Laura screamed. Suddenly she felt her feet being jerked out from under her.
Laura watched the lights go out all over the laundromat. She tried desperately to sink her teeth in the hand that covered her mouth. Laura felt helpless to resist as her legs were tugged up off the ground. She was carried while violently struggling into the back room, through a narrow door that led to the back of the laundromat. Laura felt her head spinning dizzily. She tried to scream as rough hands pinched the tender flesh of her ankles. Laura felt her hand jerk up suddenly behind her back as she was placed in a standing position.
"Hi - I'm Kenny!" the medium-sized blond tawny haired youth grinned. He grabbed Laura's trembling hand. Kenny guided that hand to the head of his bulging phallus. "You ever feel a rod that stiff before - lady?"
"H . . E . . L . . P!" Laura screamed. She bit solidly into the hand that covered her sensual lips.
"Damn you. . . !", Ryan cursed. He lashed his captive victim across the cheek with the back of his bleeding hand. "Damn high class bitch. I'll teach you to bite me. I may look like a DOG to you - but damn if you treat me like one. We got nothing much to do for a solid hour - baby! So we thought we'd waylay you for a while. Hope you don't mind. Jasper - go peep out the back door and keep an eye on the entrance in case anyone comes to investigate about why the lights went out. Yell if you see anything. I'm going to get me some nice white meat and gravy. It beats those filthy dinges I've been whoring it up with!"
Laura struggled beneath her captors firm grip. She kicked and bit until Joey, the smallest of the dirty group took the rawhide string that served as his belt, and tied it firmly around her ankles. Laura saw those cold animal eyes glaring up at her. She felt those rough hands touching her legs. Laura knew what real FEAR was as those filthy human beings moved their dirty hands up between her fleshy thighs.
"Hmmmmm - baby!" Joey laughed, twisting his full and sensual lips in a sadistic smile. "I bet you really tie your hubby in knots before you let him into that HOT box of yours!"
Ryan pushed up the scanty plaid skirt. He twisted his cruel fingers beneath the narrow elastic band of her yellow nylon panties. He giggled. His dark eyes danced as he tore the thin panties away from her flesh.
"Oh - No!" Laura pleaded, grabbing her undies. "Don't - please - don't!"
"No, bugs. . . !" Joey teased, mashing his sensual lips against the full pubic mound. "God - what a sweet smelling cunt. I bet she uses that pussy perfume they're advertising on T.V. Do you perfume your muff - baby? Do you?"
Joey drove his thick tongue between the soft folds of Laura's labia. Joey lapped his tongue like a dog eating an ice cream cone. He rolled his eyes like some masturbating idiot as he drove his tongue upward towards the protesting womb.
Kenny slid the thin material of Laura's skirt up over her head. Laura tried vainly to fight. Ryan twisted the rawhide noose around her neck. He pulled it snug against her throat. Laura did not resist when two pairs of fingers began unbuttoning the ivory colored buttons from her sheer pink blouse. Laura felt embarrassed as three lean, hungry-looking youths gazed at the lush mammary flesh beneath the thin material of her slim black bra.
"Goodies! ..." Kenny leered. "God - babe - are your tits creamy! I bet they nearly melt in your mouth!"
"I bet if you suck on them long enough. . . ," Joey teased, "they'd stick out like targets!"
"I bet . . ," Ryan laughed, "if we all fucked you you'd like it!"
Laura was speechless as the three dirty youths moved their hands all over her naked flesh. She focused her attention on their drooling lips and the sizeable bulge's in the front of their bell-bottomed jeans. Kenny was holding his penis out and pushing it against her.
"Wanna suck this - kid?" Kenny laughed. He rubbed the tip of his uncircumcised cock against her indented abdomen. Kenny pumped his blood-swollen penis into her firm navel. Laura struggled to move herself away from the foul smelling thing. She saw traces of smegma and crud around the head testifying to the fact that the youths phallus was as unkempt and as filthy as their looks. Laura felt her heart beating at a fantastic pace. She might have a heart attack! What else was she to think?
"Pump it - daddy!" Joey sniggered, unleashing his own imprisoned beast. "We all get a crack at you - honey! Come on - Ryan. Haul yours out and show this dame what a big one looks like!"
Laura found herself staring down the fleshy barrel of the most immense penis she had ever seen in her life. When the leader, Ryan, unzipped his jeans a mammoth reddish-purple prick jumped out and shot upward towards the shining brass belt buckle that lay like cold steel against his abdomen. Laura noticed that the odd-shaped phallus was even larger than her husbands. It was long and very thick. It was bulbous on the end. The head of it was an angry red color. The blue veins looked like swollen creeks about to burst wide open! The big phallus had a crook in it as it curved upward."
"If you like blowing up balloons - baby . . ," Ryan laughed, running his tongue over the fuzzy edge of his beard, "you'll love popping this one. Hey - fuzzy . . .," Ryan shouted at Joey, "bring that folding table in here so we can lay her down and treat her right. And bring those sheets and blankets too. We'll make a pad on this table. It will make a perfect fuck-bench for all of us!"
Ryan pushed Laura's trembling nude body onto the table. All at once rawhide nooses appeared from everywhere. Her wrists and ankles were firmly fastened to the legs of the table. Laura felt overcome with sudden nausea. It could not be happening to her. It was only a dream. Such vile things did not happen to chaste women who remained virtuous to their husbands.
Joey was inspecting her cunt like a biologist looking through a microscope. Joey jabbed his finger against Laura's clitoris. He rubbed it around. Joey fastened his mouth to her left breast. Joey began sucking and lashing his cruel tongue over the tip. Joey bit down hard, nipping his teeth into the tender flesh. Laura screamed as if he were drawing blood.
"Oh - NO!!" Laura screamed. "You're hurting me!"
"Bite it - baby!" Ryan giggled. "Go 'down' on that firm tit of hers!"
Laura screamed as Joey kept biting her nipple. He was pulling the tit away from her body and biting it simultaneously. His tongue would lash around the aching flesh, bathing the nipple in a warm spray of saliva. Ryan was staring down into her eyes and making ridiculously funny faces at her. Laura noticed that the eyes were dilated and that his teeth were a dirty yellow, as well as being crooked. The teeth had gone a long time without being brushed so that the smell of being near him was overwhelmingly nauseous.
"Let me suck your tongue - baby!" Ryan blushed, tickling her chin. "Stick it out and let me suck it!"
Laura felt the painful pressure of cruel lips against her own. Laura felt the wiry contact of Ryan's beard against her soft creamy face. She recoiled as if she had smelled a skunk. Laura fought the attempt to kiss her. Laura gave in though the moment she felt Ryan's teeth painfully biting into her lips. She could not escape the probing tongue that hissed through those teeth. She felt warm blood flow from her swollen lip. She willingly opened her mouth to admit the captors tongue. Laura wanted to swallow it and bit it off. But she was afraid.
Joey was sucking on her breasts. Ryan was sucking her tongue. Kenny was holding his mammoth prick in hand while he licked up the inside of her thighs. Laura was too frightened to find the activity pleasurable. All of a sudden Kenny crawled up on the table between her legs. He stuck out his tongue and made a frightening "Mr. Ugly's going to FUCK you - baby!" Kenny jabbered. "Ryan - let me go first. I'm going to pop my load if you don't."
"Okay - baby!" Ryan giggled, spitting into Laura's mouth. "Make LOVE. Thrust your big proud animal into her. Let's hope she doesn't get clap!"
Laura twisted painfully as Kenny covered her clean naked body with his own smelly and soiled flesh. Laura felt the insistent jab of that stiff penis between her thighs. She pulled at her rawhide bindings until they cut off the circulation to her limbs. Kenny forced his bulging cock between her thighs. Kenny threw his head back, pushing the palm of his hands down against the table as he thrust his joint upward, forcing his gigantic root into her womb. Two solid thrusts and Kenny had himself locked inside her.
"Make music - sweetie!" Kenny laughed, rotating his hips in violent circular motions.
Kenny plunged deep and hard. He thrust his dirty palms beneath those soft white fleshy buttocks. He drew those buttocks against him, thrusting his pulsating phallus deeper into the yielding wet flesh. Kenny felt the softly sensual grab of the woman's vaginal muscles as he probed deeper and deeper. Joey began beating his foot against the table leg, making soft bongo sounds to accompany Kenny's lusty groans.
"FUCK HER - hard!" Ryan sniggered. He watched the expression of horror on Laura's face as she lay there helpless to subdue her assault. Ryan loved to abuse women. It gave him a distinct sexual thrill. The kind that wraps around your nuts and lets you know you're alive. Ryan stood on a small stool. He shoved his own bulging phallus against her soft lips.
"Suck it from the side - baby! ..." Ryan jabbered. "Turn your head to me. Move your soft tongue across the head. Damn it - suck it! Or else I'll pull every damn hair out of your head!"
Laura admitted the foul-smelling cock into her mouth just as she had admitted another one into her vagina. Laura closed her eyes. She tried to concentrate hard enough to blot out the present. She tried to imagine herself safe and sound at home in her own living room. Paul could have done without clean underwear. His old ones with holes him well dressed even beneath his expensive suit. Laura tried to forget the insistent pounding in her vagina. She felt the filthy youth socking his smelly cock all the way to her cervix. Laura was thankful she had taken her birth control pill the night before.
Laura lay in a daze. She could tell that Kenny was near his peak. She knew she could expect the inevitable explosion at any moment. She was not prepared for what happened next.
Kenny withdrew his swollen penis from her vagina. He jumped up over Laura's thighs and shot his thrusting rod between her lips. Kenny forced Ryan out of her mouth. Kenny held his cock after he made Laura suck it. He spewed his dirty cream in her eyes. Kenny allowed some of it to run across her nose and lips. Then he wiped his dripping cock against her mouth. When it dwindled, after spewing its load, Kenny took her dark blond hair and rubbed his cock off on it in a condescending gesture.
"You've been creamed by Kenny - dreamboat! ..." the youth laughed. "Now it'-Ryan's turn to have fun with you!"
Laura felt depraved and violated as the leader of the band moved on top of her. Ryan sunk his phallus between her thighs. He took aim and drove deep.
"OWWWW .. . god . . . ohoooo!" Laura groaned, from the pain of sudden entry. Her vagina had always been rather small and narrow. On her wedding night she had thought she would die before the sex act was over. She felt a similar humiliation as she yielded her thighs to that furious organ. Laura cringed in horror. But nothing could stop the thudding pain that threatened to explode her intestines.
"OWWWW-Noooooo!" Laura gasped. "Ummmmm!!"
Ryan counted his strokes cautiously, easing his cock in slow rhythmic motions into the yielding cunt. He shot his hands buttocks and plunged deeper, savoring the sheer ecstasy of full genital contact that always heightened any drug experience. Even smoking pot made the sensual pleasures of sex seem to last for hour. Ryan always felt that he performed better and could control his movements better when he was high. He was slightly stoned now. The sensations were wonderfully out of this world. Pot could make a single moment seem like an eternity.
"Come on - baby!" Ryan gasped, sucking those full sensual lips. "Groove with me. Come on - honey! Lets dig it together! Rape is fun! But it's even more thrilling to belly-whop to the same tune!"
Laura could not resist responding to that big pounding thing buried inside her. It moved like some primitive beast. It was not slow and restrained like her husband's. It did not request permission for entry. It demanded. It took. It sucked the life from her body and fired her desire!
"Oh - no . . . stop!" Laura gasped, sighing heavily. "No - don't! Please. Leave my pride!"
"Damn your pride - baby!" Ryan spat. "I want your cunt! I think I'm going to be man enough to make you like it!"
"God - no!" Laura muttered. She resisted the lips that were placed firmly against her own. "Oh - I don't want to want it. Can't you understand that. Can't you pick on your own kind?"
"You're my kind - baby!" Ryan hissed.
Suddenly Ryan had her moving like a bitch in heat. Laura could not hold back any longer. She wanted to tear loose from her bonds and dig her fingernails into the frantic thrusting flesh that worked like some machine inside of her. Laura grabbed with her vaginal muscles. She sought to hold that thrashing organ captive forever. It became warm and welcome once she became accustomed to the smell.
"Oh - NO!" Laura sobbed, mutely.
"Oh - YES - baby!" Ryan gasped. "Are you right - baby? Damn it - but you're right tonite!"
Ryan drove his cock deeper. He kept up the rhythmic tempo of his thrusts until he felt his own seed spewing from deep down inside. He felt the convulsive waves of release overcome them both. Ryan clung to Laura like a child clinging to its mother in the womb. Ryan released his seed inside Laura. He lay panting against her until he had spilled every fertile drop of juice. Ryan was in no hurry to climb off. Not until Joey grabbed his shirt collar and tugged.
"I've got a problem too!" Joey nodded. "Only I want it from the other end. Turn over and brace your abdomen on a pillow. I want a nice solid shot at that narrow ass-hole of hers. I'm not going to grease my dick either. I want it to hurt a little. Nothing turns a woman on like a little PAIN now and then. They swoon during the throbs of childbirth. I'm going to give this high falootin' dame a pain in the !"
"Don't be too rough - baby!" Ryan sniggered, glancing at the jizz running down her thighs. "For a high class dame she'd kinda nice!"
"She'll have you shaving next - baby!" Joey laughed. "I wanna really give her something to remember us by. I bet - baby - that that lily white ass is virgin. I bet her old man's never once tried shoving it up her dirt road!"
With a wry smile Joey untied Laura's bonds. Laura trembled in fear. Laura was more afraid of the smallest youth, who had some remarkably feminine features, than she was of the other three put together. Hatred glowed in Joey's eyes as he pressed his hand painfully against her abdomen. Joey ran his fleshy fingers down her thighs. Laura could see the magnificent erection between Joey's legs. It was almost as big as Ryan's.
"Roll over - lover!" Joey sniggered. He twisted the protruding nipple with anger. "I'm dying to burst into that tight little ass of yours! Have you ever had it that way - honey? Maybe you can learn some new tricks from us hell-cats!"
"Damn you . . ." Laura gasped. She felt the rough probing finger jammed against her buttocks. She felt Joey pulling her flabby orbs apart. Then Laura felt an angry finger rammed deep into her hinder parts. Joey bent his finger and pulled hard once again.
"Damn it - baby . . ." Joey hissed, "hold still!"
"Owwwww . . ." Laura screamed. "You're killing me. No . . . no! Owww - please - noooooo!"
"Don't it feel like a whopping turd - baby?" Joey sniggered, curving his finger. "Don't it feel like some huge blockbuster? Come on sugar, you'll like what old Joey's going to do to you!"
Laura could not move as pillows and sheets were shoved up under her abdomen. Ryan was standing there surveying her with cool detachment as his partners abused her.
Laura felt her ass-hole sticking up like some market target. The boys positioned her then retied her rawhide bindings. Laura thought the pain of entry might kill her. She prayed she would loose consciousness if it hurt too much. Joey seemed in no hurry to rupture her from behind as he held his cock in hand like some lethal battle weapon.
"Sock it to her - Joey ..." Kenny laughed, "make her feel like a DOG! Do it from behind - baby!"
Joey seemed to be deliberately prolonging her misery. He was kneeling down behind her with that immense penis standing out like some lethal weapon. Joey rubbed it between her thighs. Then Joey pressed it to her, touching the outside of her vagina from behind. Joey moved the angry head along her slit, rubbing her wet cunt with his own sex. Laura permitted herself to relax a moment. Her muscles were almost tied in knots from being so tense. She felt him push his warm penis into her vagina. She prayed the boy would satisfy himself in a natural way. She felt the tip moving deeper.
"Doggie-fashioned! ..." Joey hissed. "You're going to learn to jump a whole new rope - baby!"
Laura thought for a moment the boy intended to spew his seed in her vagina. Laura prayed he would. She was clenching her anal muscles tight, drawing up like some old maid about to be raped. She was conscious of the hot penis moving in and out of her cunt. For a moment the sensations seemed almost pleasurable.
"Now that I've greased my prick . . ." Joey giggled, "it's time to get down to business!"
Joey withdrew his aching cock. He touched its head to the warm buttocks. All of a sudden Joey thrust like Achilles in battle. He rammed his prong with all of his strength. The tight anus split open like a damn that could not contain the water within.
"YEOW - god - owwww! No - you're killing me. No - ooo. STOP. Oh - nooo!"
Laura could not escape the raging animal that assaulted her like some hot poker being rammed into her butt. Laura had read somewhere the Isabel of France had murdered her husband, Edward II, of France, in a similar style. She had even read somewhere that the Chinese put hollow bamboo poles up their prisoners rectums before passing a hot wire through to puncture the intestines. The result was instant death. At that moment Laura gripped the edge of the table and bit down into the sheet under her chin. She felt close to death as the pain became too much to bear. Laura screamed so loud she could not hear herself cry! She felt her anus being split open. Then she felt blood pouring from her gaping wound. She felt the angry prick moving in and out in long hard strokes. Finally when she could tolerate the pain no longer she felt his cock spew.
Joey traded places with Jasper, moving to the back of the building as he zipped up his pants. Jasper approached while unleashing his own animal. His red prick stood up like some explosive warhead.
"Let me under her . . ." Jasper gasped, as Ryan moved his own penis to her buttocks. "She can gobble my balls while I eat her cunt. At the same time Ryan can pump it in her ass. Let her have it good - baby! She may not have an opportunity for a thrill like this again as long as she lives. Let's give her a thrill to remember."
Ryan slowed his anal thrusts long enough to permit Jasper to climb in under his prisoner. Jasper thrust his cock into Laura's mouth. Jasper wrapped his legs around Laura's neck forcing her mouth down against the root of his penis. Jasper's mouth moved to Laura's vagina. Jasper had a front row seat to view the activities in that tight round ass-hole. Jasper thrust his tongue-prick deep.
"Mmmmmm - baby!" Jasper gasped. "Am I going to EAT you! You're wet!"
Jasper concentrated his lingual efforts on that hairy pudenda. He arched his tongue back and forth over the stiffening clitoris. In a way Jasper felt sorry for his victim. She hadn't done them any personal harm. But she was a member of the establishment they hated. She had become the unwilling target of their depraved lusts. Jasper eased his tongue into the slit. He made loud sucking noises.
"Too bad you're not virgin - baby!" Jasper laughed. "I've sucked some so hard I broke their cherry!"
"Gaaa . . . ooommmm!" Laura gurgled, feeling Jasper whacking that solid penis into her mouth.
Laura felt Ryan's penis working in and out of her rectum. The stabbing pain turned to a dull kind of pleasure. Laura had never felt so abused in her life. She was actually a victim of a gang rape. For the first time in her life she was being forced to indulge in perverse sexual acts. Laura was finding each intense moment becoming more pleasurable.
Ryan ripped his angry cock into her rectum. Jasper was tonguing her cunt and literally sucking her off. She was sucking Jasper's cock. Her nose was wedged stiffly against his foul-smelling testicles.
Ryan moved his cock forcefully between her buttocks. Laura knew it was an unnatural sex act. Technically it was sodomy. Laura was astonished by the fact that the sensations were becoming more and more pleasurable each time Ryan ground that penis into her. Laura found her sphincter gripping at the huge meat-stick. Suddenly Laura felt fired with lust as she moved back to embrace that red-hot phallus that violated her very depths. Laura could not resist the mouth working between her thighs. Nor could she resist sucking that big penis that pulsated with a life of its own!
"Oh - NO!" Laura gasped. "Oh - god - baby. Screw me. Oh-oooooo!"
"Come on - honey!" Ryan giggled, overcome with confidence. "Come . . . come . . . come! .v."
Ryan drove his thrusting animal into her anus. He moved it in and out, loving every moment her sphincter gripped his organ. Ryan felt as if he was cramming her fecal material back into her bowels.
"Love it - baby!" Ryan cursed. Spittle drooled down his chin. "God - she's sucking my damn pole up there!"
Ryan wound the frantic fuck-scene up as he shot his load into Laura's rectum. Ryan plunged hard, rotating his cock in circular motions. Ryan jerked his cock out and allowed the juice to roll down hi thighs. Ryan watched Jasper running his tongue into the hot slit. He saw that Laura's climax was only moments away.
"Hey - you guys! . . ." Kenny screamed. "I just saw the fuzz drive around the block looking this way. We'd better cut out. Fast - man!"
Laura felt herself being shoved into her clothes. Her under panties were torn. Her silk blouse was dirty where they had handled her. But aside from that she was unharmed. Laura glanced at the four lusty youths. She knew now what it was to be involved in a gang rape. Laura's anus burned with a strangely pleasurable sensation. Joey grabbed up the purse, immediately locating the keys to her car.
"We're going to split..." Kenny warned. "I wouldn't tell the police what we did to you. I mean - your hubby might wonder what you were doing out so late at night. And we might tell him and the police you begged us to do it! Lots of women come out after dark - asking for it. Maybe we'll tell them we had you begging for it!"
Laura could not answer. She knew what they said was true. At least part of it. Laura also knew she would not go to the police. She could not tell anyone how they had violated her. She never wanted Paul to know. Oh - god - he would die if he knew she had enjoyed being gang-banged by four filthy heathens. As Laura followed the boys into the back seat of the car she realized she would have trouble identifying them because whiskers hid their faces.
Kenny shot her car out of the parking lot across the street. Joey rushed back to the laundromat to gather up the clothes they left behind.
Laura sat in the middle between Ryan and Kenny. Kenny was thrusting his tongue down her throat. His lips promised further lust.
Ryan pushed Laura's skirt' up. His hand was working relentlessly between her thighs. Ryan was rubbing the jutting clitoris with his finger. Laura heard the wet sounds of her own pleasure. Joey turned from the front seat and thrust his hands inside her blouse. He pulled at her breasts, pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'd like to do it over again . . ." Joey laughed. "You've got me aching for it again. Here comes Porgie down over the hill. In that beat up old coupe of his. I bet he's got it loaded with goodies for us!"
Ryan fumbled in her purse for the first time. Ryan split open the wallet and withdrew several folded bills. Ryan laughed and said they had discovered forty dollars.
"Sorry to charge you for it - honey! ..." Ryan laughed. "But ten bucks apiece is reasonable for stud service. And you seem to have enjoyed yourself."
"Please . . ." Laura gasped, glancing down at the mud on her carpet, "let me go!"
"If you promise not to tell the fuzz. It was just harmless fun. Just think - baby - how many women lie in bed at nights wishing something like this would happen to them. If you want it from us again just come to the laundromat late some night. I wouldn't mind a repeat performance."
As Porgie's battered yellow and orange coupe rounded the curve three eager teen-age youths ran from her plush sedan. Kenny held out the keys to her. He tossed them in the front seat of the car so she would have to hunt for them in the dark. Kenny ran to join his companions.
Laura looked up to see the battered coupe speeding out of the wet driveway. Laura heard the loud sound of rubber being left on the pavement. Laura could not glimpse the dirt covered license plate.
Laura realized she had been gang-banged. She had enjoyed it. She felt a deep sense of guilt and shame that she could not confess. For the first time in her life she felt as if she had been unfaithful to her husband. She wanted to cry. But she knew she would have to speed home and clean up fast before Paul came in from his meeting.
Laura mashed down hard on the accelerator. She felt a thrill of excitement surge through her body, tingling all the way up between her thighs. Laura tried to push the night's events from her memory. But she knew she would be calling to mind the pleasures of rape for a long time to come. And she knew she would be yearning for a thrill more intense than her husband could ever give her.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
On a rainy night in August of 1969 Laura Henderson became the unwilling victim of a gang rape. While forced into acts of sexual brutality while washing her clothes in an empty laundromat after dark Laura found herself surrounded by four dirty youths in blue jeans who dragged her into the back room of the laundromat where they forced her into submitting to gross perversions.
Laura is just one of the victims of the teen-age 'gang' craze. Because teenagers are in a stage of unrest, because they do not feel a part of today's social structure, they often become the victims of restless and rebellious desires that compel them to anti-social acts.
Teen-agers often band together to gang-rape helpless victims. In FREAK OUT author Dalton Edwards notes . . .
"Of particular interest in the area of sexual delinquency are the statistics furnished by the FBI in its annual CRIME IN THE UNITED STATES. According to the latest edition of this (Uniform Crime Reports - 1968), there were 489 reported incidents of forcible rape by those of 15 years of age or under. Among teenagers under 18 the figure rose to 2,559. And it takes no trained statistician to see clearly that almost 20% of all the forcible rapes in this country are committed by teenagers!"
Twenty percent of this, country's rapes instigated by teenagers is no small figure. This does not even account for the acts of sexual and physical violence that never come to the attention of the police. Because teenagers are drug users and because drugs often bring the desire for perverse forms of sex drugs then become directly responsible for the number of robberies and rapes forced on helpless individuals. Prostitution becomes an offense participated in many youthful female addicts.
While boys may turn to robbery to obtain money for drugs, girls often turn to prostitution.
In FREAK OUT author Dalton Edwards notes . . . . "This same upward spiral is evident in lesser sex offenses committed by today's teenagers. For instance in 1958 there were 4,451 reported cases of prostitution among those under 15 years of age. It is quite shocking to many when they realize that probably over one fourth of all the prostitutes in the United States are teenagers." (5)
Venereal diseases are running wild among the teenage population.
Most victims of gang rape are horrified. They find the sadistic youths cruel to the extreme. In many cases however, these law-abiding citizens may find themselves strangely stimulated once they become accustomed to the violently brutal sexual acts.
Laura admitted to me privately that she enjoyed being gang raped. Once she learned that the attackers wanted to turn her on rather than mutilate her she became a more willing victim.
"I feel terribly guilty ..." Laura confessed. "But those horrible boys actually made me like it! I can't tell my husband. I have to TELL someone. Somehow I've got to drain off these disgusting feelings of guilt."
Even though many victims learn to enjoy gang rape most suffer horrible guilt feelings afterwards.
Laura Henderson is no exception. Because she fears the consequences of exposure, and because she wants no one to know the horribly shocking truth this is one case that may never come to the attention of the authorities.
CHAPTER TWO: Motorcycle Sadists
The afternoon of May 15, 1970 was the most horrible day in Joanne Newberry's life. For on that day six free-wheeling bearded and dirty motorcycle riders came to her house in search of gasoline for their empty vehicles. Joanne was not afraid as she opened the front door of her five room frame house to one of the youths who at first appeared to be alone.
Joanne did not suspect anything was wrong. That the boys had been indeed keeping a watchful eye on her during the past four days. At the time Jonah Scott walked towards her front door he knew that the house was occupied only by a lonely woman and her crippled mother who spent her waking hours confined in a wheel-chair. Jonah and his 'gang' knew they would find little resistance as they forced their way into the residence of Joanne and Bill Newberry's secluded farm house.
Bill Newberry ran a small dairy farm consisting of seventeen registered Holstein cows. Bill and Joanne cared for their stock together, milking around five in the evening when BUI came in from work. Until then, the cycle gang realized, Joanne and her crippled mother would be very much alone.
Joanne stood staring at the youth in tattered blue jeans, black cycle boots, a red shirt and a tattered black leather vest. The youth was in his early twenties she guessed. His sunken eyes were a dark brown beneath the bushy eyebrows and the full beard. His face and arms were well-tanned testifying to the fact he had spent many hours in the hot sun. When Joanne opened the front door of her small farm house she saw only one lone boy. He was holding a gasoline can in his hand. He looked like someone who had lost his only friend.
"Lady . . ." Jonah smiled slowly, licking his tongue over his upper lips, "do you have any spare gas? My bike ran out a mile down the road. I bet the nearest station is miles from here!"
"Ten miles to be exact ..." Joanne smiled, feeling pity for the dust covered youth. "It's a long walk. And strangers around here don't pick up rides too easy."
"I know . . . ," Jonah grinned. "I can pay for the gas. I prayed all the way up here someone would have some petrol."
"Wait a minute. I'll find the keys to the tank down at the barn. You must be a stranger here." "Just passin through."
"Be back in a minute - mother! . . ." Joanne shouted, at the aging woman in a wheel chair. She clutched at the keys in her purse.
Jonah smiled with satisfaction. Down at the barn, hidden behind the tie stalls that must have at one time held a team of horses, five of Jonah's rough and greasy friends were crouched and waiting. They had thoroughly gone over their surroundings. They knew that Mrs. Newberry would be alone and very vulnerable. They also knew that the grey-haired lady in the wheel chair who must have been in her sixties would not present any threat to them. They needed a supply of food, money and clothes desperately.
Jonah watched Joanne open the screen door. She walked down the brick walkway to the barn. Beneath the thin pink cotton skirt Jonah could glimpse Joanne's fleshy buttocks moving to a rhythmic tempo. Jonah could feel the stiff jerk of his growing prick inside his pants. Jonah reflected that he and his five companions that compromised the tight-knit group known as the "Titans" were pretty self-sufficient. They could steal all the food and drugs they needed. Even the cash was pretty easy to come by if you knew how to be a silent thief.
Sex was the only thing the group hadn't found easy to obtain. Not unless they wanted to indulge in homosexual orgies. Even then a real guy longed for some nice warm womanly cunt to curl up to and slip his arching penis inside.
"It won't be long - baby ..." Jonah whispered to himself. "Just keep your cool a few minutes more."
Joanne walked to the side of the barn where the gasoline tanks were. She moved the key into the lock. Joanne slid the metal gas container under the nozzle. She pumped until the container felt full. Jonah smiled a satisfied grin. Suddenly Jonah realized he would have to maneuver Joanne into the barn before he could overpower her. There was a slight risk that the old woman at the house might be peeping out the window, see the struggle, and wheel herself to the phone to call the police.
"Have you any water in the barn?" Jonah questioned. He capped the container. "I'm dying of thirst."
"Come up to the house if you like ..." Joanne whispered. "Maybe you'd like something to eat."
"Oh - no - maam ..." Jonah quipped. "Just a drink from the barn. That's all. Gosh - maybe you wouldn't mind me resting in the hay a while. I am kind of tired."
Joanne gave the youth a wide smile. The boy was embarrassed and afraid to come to the house for some reason. Joanne had never had any children. She and Bill had always wanted a large family. But she had proven incapable of conceiving though she had tried hard enough. Somehow Joanne did not fear Jonah. By himself he looked harmless. Although he was ragged and dirty there was a sparkling innocence in those big dark eyes. Joanne saw the scar that ran along his right cheek in a jagged trail. It did not appear to make Jonah frightening. No - Jonah appeared to be a drifter. Someone who had no roots. Perhaps he had seen to many of the evil things in life.
Joanne didn't realize how much she underestimated her companion until she pushed the barn door shut. She walked to the water spigot. She drew Jonah a tin cup full of cool stream water. Joanne bent over to fill a plastic container when she felt several pairs of hands roughly molesting her.
"Quiet - lady . . . ," a rough masculine voice threatened. Joanne felt herself being spun around. She found herself gazing into the cold deadly eyes of a tall lean bearded youth wearing a black leather shirt and dark rawhide pants. A silver concho belt lashed through the belt hooks holding the trousers against the youth's narrow waist.
Joanne trembled. She stared up at those cold steel eyes. Joanne had never before seen such hatred written on such a young face. Even the derelicts lined on the streets begging did not present such rough contenances.
"My name's Pedro . . . ," the lean youth hissed through the broken yellowish teeth. "We got ourselves in a little fracas downtown. We got to hide out here a while. So just cooperate little lady and nothing bad is going to happen to your pretty little face."
Joanne surveyed the faces of the four other leering youths. All eyes were cool and firm. The hair, worn long, down over the tattered collars of their dusty shirts, was unkempt and filthy to the extreme. One youth wore a bicycle chain around his waist with a silver hook for a belt. Joanne noted that the thick knives in the sheaths at their sides appeared to be stained with blood or rust. One of the youths, a red-headed boy with shining blue eyes that seemed somewhat innocent, despite the thick stubble of beard, was flashing a small .25 automatic pistol.
"You're in for a good time - sugar!" Arnie laughed. "God - you're pretty. We've been hiding in the hills the past four days. I've had my eyes moving up your skirt since I first laid eyes on you. I told the others you'd be a cool dish. We're getting damn hungry so we decided to give you the benefit of our illustrious company. I hope you don't mind lady. But after four days hiding from the fuzz in these hills anything in a skirt would look good to me."
For the first time Joanne felt a sharp stab of fear. Jonah was staring at her, surveying her with unsympathetic eyes. Joanne stared at the prominent bulge in the front of his dusty pants. She knew that the youth was erotically aroused by her presence.
"My husband's in the house . . ." Joanne lied, feeling a thick lump rising in her throat, cutting off her breath. "Bill will be out in a few minutes. He doesn't care for drifters."
"Your old man went to work at 5:30 this morning," Cassel grinned. The youth reached down to scratch the noticeable lump in his groin. "Your old man won't be home until almost six tonight. We been watching you - lady. We know there's just you and the old crippled dame up at the house. We plan on having ourselves a ball until six tonight. Then maybe we'll cut out and say good-bye to this part of the state for a long, long time."
Pedro, Cassel and Arnie stood surrounding Joanne. They leered and made indecent gestures towards her. Three other companion youths, Marty, Vance and Jonah walked around the barn familiarizing themselves with their surroundings.
"Look at that baby cow! .. ." Vance whooped. "Is it a bull or heifer?"
"A young angus steer ..." Joanne voiced, trembling. "Leave him alone. He's from champion stock. Please - get our money, our food and whatever else you need. Just get out of here!"
"Lady. . . ," Arnie laughed, standing spread-legged with his thumbs looped through the black leather belt, "you sound like you're afraid of us. Are you? I mean - why would a pretty woman like you be afraid of six guys who like her? I know you're bound to like sex. We see you crawlin' all over that big tall hubby of yours every night when he comes in. We seen the two of you kissin' in the loft with our binoculars. We know you like a man. So why should you be afraid of six of us? We won't do nothing worse n' rap in you. I promise!"
"Get out of here! . . ." Joanne cried, terrified. "Leave me alone!"
Joanne made a sudden break for the barn door. She found sudden strength as she plunged through the crowd and ran for her life across the brick pavement. Joanne plunged through the hay that had dropped from the loft. She heard the loud sound of an angry voice behind her. Joanne felt her feet being pulled out from under her. Joanne screamed. She toppled into the soft mount of hay.
"Honey - baby! ..." Jonah gasped, falling on top of Joanne as their bodies crumbled simultaneously. "This is no way to treat guests. Let's show some proper hospitality."
"Holy Moses - yeah - lady!" Cassel grinned, kneeling down beside Joanne in the hay.
Cassel moved his thick stubby fingers to her soft pink skirt. Cassel lifted the thin material feasting his hungry eyes on those thin soft panties. Cassel placed a bold hand on Joanne's abdomen. He delighted in and savored the stark terror that was written on her face.
"Honey - be good to us! . . ," Cassel grinned. "We're famous. You probably heard about the drug store that was robbed three days ago. We're the cats that pulled it off. We got $650 cash plus enough drugs in our cycle bags to last us another year. Maybe we'll even turn you on - chick! I bet you'd climb a cock if you were turned on. How about it sugar?"
Joanne felt four rough hands ripping at her underwear. Joanne felt her blouse being torn off and her ripe breasts exposed. Joanne had always found it unpleasant to wear a brassiere during the summer months. So for the past two years she had refrained from wearing one. The only time she ever adorned one was when she went to the grocery store. The youths were grateful that her full ripe breasts hung free like milky coconuts hanging from a tree.
"What lovely boobies . . . ," Jonah gasped. He teased his finger over the flesh.
"Hey - suck me OFF!" Vance quipped, pumping his rigid cock from inside his faded blue jeans.
Joanne turned in time to see Vance shoving his meaty prick into the young calf's eager mouth. Joanne was shocked the way the newborn pet was lolling its red tongue along the firm underside of his penis. Joanne watched the full length of the penis being sucked into the calf's mouth. Joanne was speechless as she saw the cow sucking the juice.
"What a rough tongue! ..." Vance groaned. He pulled the calf's black fuzzy ears. "He sucks better n' any woman I ever had. I never knew a dumb animal could suck like that!"
"You're a city dude! . . ." Marty quipped. He wiped the manure from his boots against the brick tile. "Didn't you know all farmers suck and fuck their pets. That's why Kinsey's statistics on bestiality run so high in rural communities,"
"What would you know about Kinsey and sex?" Cassel jived.
"I've read a few books," Marty boasted. "I bet they even fuck that big collie dog over there. See her laying in the corner like she's been spanked for playing with herself?"
"Leave Misty alone!" Joanne cried. "He's an old dog. He was kicked by a cow. Please - don't bother him!"
Cassel jerked the shy and sullen dog to its feet by the thick chain that was tied to its collar. The collie was lean and old looking, but proved to be quite friendly once aroused.
"Do you fuck your collie dog - lady?" Pedro questioned, eyeing the rising bulge in his groin.
"You know damned well I don't," Joanne hissed through thin angry lips.
Pedro forced her down in the hay next to the collie. Pedro and Jonah pulled her thighs apart. Pedro pushed the dog's nose right against her cunt. Misty sniffed but paid little attention to the human pudenda near his tri-colored face. Vance went to the huge milk container and withdrew a warm pan of liquid from the cooler.
"The tit juice ain't even cool yet," Vance sniggered. "Maybe the dumb dog will lick milk from her cunt."
Vance pushed the pan of warm liquid towards Joanne's cunt. He dripped the fluid down onto it. Joanne wanted to scream for help. But she was afraid. There was a dangerous gleam in Vance's eye. One that told her to cooperate rather than fight. Joanne lay helpless. Misty sniffed between her thighs.
"Lick it old man!" Arnie jabbered. "Come - lick-the-cunt!"
Misty began slowly lapping the warm milk from Joanne's bushy pudenda. Joanne looked as if she would die of humiliation. She did not make a move to kick the dog away. She knew Misty was old and growing weak in his legs. Though she had never allowed an animal to perform cunnilingus on her before she allowed Misty to make intimate contact with her genitalia with his tongue. The boys stood around stroking the bulging erections beneath their trousers.
"Excuse me - studs! .. ." Vance laughed, "but I gotta have it. Right now!"
All of a sudden Vance pounced on top of Joanne. Vance threw her back in the hay. Vance's rough beard scratched her soft cheeks. His hot tongue thrust between her lips. Joanne screamed as two older boys held her down. Vance kissed her. He bit her lips with painful urgency. Joanne was too terrified to scream as the youth unzipped his fly and hauled out a swollen priapus.
"Don't I have a beauty - lady?" Vance teased. He mashed it between Joanne's thick tits. "I've fucked off lots of times before between a girls boobies. Do you like it that way - honey?"
Joanne was too frightened to answer.
All of a sudden Vance mashed her breasts together, shoving his cock between those twin orbs. The head of his penis shot upward towards Joanne's mouth. Vance pumped his pink meat in and out between her breasts. Joanne closed her eyes. She tried hard to forget the horrible thing that was happening to her. She felt the hot spewing prick being forced between her lips. She tried to resist. Vance twisted her nipple until she opened her mouth.
"Suck my jizz - baby!" Vance demanded. "I'll fuck you when you get into the house.
Jonah gave orders for four of the boys to sneak into the house to take the old crippled woman captive. Meanwhile the youths amused themselves feeling Joanne up and kissing all over her body. Jonah bent down to thrust his beard between her thighs. His tongue found her slit. Jonah drove his tongue deep inside.
"Suck her - BABY!" Arnie cheered. "Make her want it-bad!"
Joanne watched as Arnie uncapped a bottle and swallowed four suspicious looking capsules. Joanne had no idea what they were. She was amazed at t youths ability to swallow them with only his spittle to wash them down.
Joanne lay there with the foul smelling boys tongue shoved in her cunt. Joanne did not respond to the lavish tongue motions between her thighs. She was too frightened. Nothing about the youths appealed to her or made her want sex in the least. Joanne realized she was much too frightened to feel anything. She ignored Arnie's remark that she moved like a corpse.
"Pedro has some canthride potion in his pocket, I think ..." Jonah smiled. "I think maybe a little 'Spanish Fly' in her system may make her much more responsive. I hate fucking something that lays like a stiff. I remember once four of us broke into a mortuary and spent the night copulating the pretty stiffs. I never will forget the feeling of cold dead flesh! This dame feels like someone who's been embalmed for days!"
"It's clear . . . you guys! . . ." came a loud shout from the house.
Joanne felt herself being shoved up her own brick drive-way. The screen door was shut as she was shoved into her own home.
Joanne glimpsed Cassel sitting on the side of their antique mahogany dining room table. Cassel was flashing the small silver .25 automatic pistol. Joanne almost vomited when she saw what he was doing. Joanne saw Cassel had her mother's wheel chair rolled up under the table so that the old woman's face and chest remained above the table. Cassel was sitting there with his dirty legs spread wide on either side of the wheel chair. Mrs. Irma Wheeler, her sick and widowed mother, was forced between the dirty youth's legs. Cassel held the small pistol pointed right between her mother's eyes. Cassel was giggling like a maniac in some psychopathic ward."
"Eat it - old woman!" Cassel laughed. "Get a good taste of YOUNG cock! I bet it's been a long time since you had one like that! Come on - old girl - suck it all down. Make me come! If you could walk I'd lay you on the table and screw you myself."
"Oh - MOTHER!" Joanne sobbed. She tried to break free of the three pairs of arms that restrained her. "Please - leave my mother alone. She's an old woman. She'd done nothing to harm you. PLEASE!"
"Shut up - bitch!" Arnie laughed. "The old bitch is getting her some nookie the best way she knows how. Would you deny a dying woman her last taste of HOT sex?"
"Oh - mother!" Joanne sobbed. "I'm sorry!"
"Shut up!" Pedro demanded, stroking the smooth bulge in his groin. "I hate to see a dame cry. It's time you went upstairs and got turned on to some cock yourself."
Joanne watched Cassel shove his prick deep down into her mother's throat. Then Joanne saw Cassel remove his cock and spew the potent juice all over her mother's wrinkled face. Joanne whispered a prayer of thanks for the fact that her mother had a strong heart.
Upstairs in the bathroom Pedro forced her to take something which he told her was Spanish Fly. Joanne was too overcome with grief to care what happened to her. She could not wipe out the image of Cassel shooting his wad of juice down her mother's wrinkled face.
Pedro stripped her of all of her clothing. Pedro removed his own clothing with three other boys watching. Pedro had thick well-muscled legs. His entire body was covered with dark black hairs. Joanne stared at the immense phallus that arched upward. She did not try to fight as Pedro covered her trembling body with his own. Joanne felt the violent cock thrust between her thighs. She knew the drug they had given her was very powerful.
Pedro nudged his reluctant prick between her hot thighs. He pushed against the vaginal opening. Pedro slid the head against her clitoris, teasing, as if he half expected her to reach out and grab it.
"Do you want it baby?" Pedro whispered. He nibbled her ear-lobe. "In a few minutes you'll want it so bad you'll scream for it!"
Joanne felt the itching and burning sensations growing stronger between her thighs. Her entire genital area felt like it was on fire. Joanne didn't know what was happening to her. She had never felt such a strange and overwhelming feeling before. Suddenly she felt herself straining towards the hot phallus shoved between her thighs.
"Beg me for it - kid!" Pedro winked. "Come on - honey. All you've got to do is ask me for it!"
"Oh - god - it burns!" Joanne gasped. She twisted her body violently beneath the muscular youth. "Oh - do something. Please stop that ungodly itching. It's driving me crazy!"
"Beg me for it - baby!" Pedro laughed. He rubbed his pulsating phallus frantically between her eager thighs.
"Oh - do something!" Joanne shouted. "Oh - FUCK ME! Do anything - but put that fire out inside of me!"
"She yells like a stinking whore for it," Arnie gasped, gasping his own stiff meat-stick.
Vance, who was standing watching Pedro move his aching penis into the passionate vagina suddenly got down on his knees. Joanne turned her head so she didn't have to look into the frenzied eyes of her attacker. She knew she would find a desperate drug-lust written in Pedro's eyes as he drove his phallic organ deep into her womb.
Joanne watched as Vance opened his mouth to admit the swollen cock that stuck out from Arnie's abdomen like some eager animal. She watched Arnie shove his rigid meat-stick into the bearded youth's face. Joanne had the wildest sensations of pleasure as Pedro kept pounding inside her. Joanne became excited watching Arnie copulating Vance's mouth which looked like a hairy woman's cunt since it was covered with a thick beard.
Joanne watched the fuck-off between the two bearded youths. Vance seemed to be eating every damn inch of the hard penis. She watched Vance work his finger between Arnie's buttocks. All of a sudden Vance ploughed deep just as Arnie shot his load into his mouth.
Joanne could no longer remain cool towards her molester. The molten fire that spread upward into her intestines was too intense to be ignored. Joanne began moving and rising to meet Pedro's wild abandoned thrusts. She dug her sharp fingernails into the boys flesh and begged for more.
"FUCK ME - harder!" Joanne gasped. She moved her body like a thrashing machine ploughing through a fertile field. "Oh - god - put out the fire! I'm dying!"
Joanne had never copulated so energetically in her entire life. She had always tried to be passionate and abandoned in her love-making. She had even gone 'down' on her husband a few times. But never before had she felt the fire that she now felt growing inside her.
Pedro thrust his hands under her buttocks forcing Joanne firmly up tight against his penis. Pedro assaulted her with abandoned lust that she thought would never subside. All of a sudden Pedro thrust a probing finger into her tight ass-hole. Joanne felt a sudden thrill like she had never felt before. Joanne thrust up to meet the pounding penis. Joanne thrust her hot sex against the root. She moved her vaginal muscles in gripping spasms against it.
"Now she's getting HOT - guys!" Pedro laughed. Pedro thrust his foul-smelling tongue into her mouth. Pedro laughed as Joanne sucked his hot tongue and almost bit it off in her eagerness. Pedro drove his cock inward in long hard strokes. Pedro wanted to arouse Joanne to the core. He wanted to give her a wild sexual thrill similar to the explosive thrill he received on drugs.
"Baby - I'm turning you on!" Pedro laughed. "Oh - honey - are you ever going to come on my love-stick!"
"Oh - gawd - do it!" Joanne laughed. She twisted her face in shame and eager desperation. "Oh - gawd - fuck me hard! Don't stop now! Make me come! Oh - make me COME!"
Pedro could not hold back any longer, for years he had concentrated on prolonging the speed with which he attained orgasmic release. He knew that a man who ejaculated too swiftly could not please a woman. Therefore he mentally concentrated on holding back his orgasm until his victim arrived at her peak. But when Joanne began clutching his prick with her own tight vaginal muscles he could do little to hinder his most natural reaction. Just then Joanne threw her legs around his buttocks and dug her fingernails into his soft fleshy thighs.
"Oh - I'm coming!" Joanne gasped. "I'm co...mi...ng! Do it to me! You come with me! N..O..W!"
Just at the very moment Joanne felt the unleashing of Pedro's load inside her. She felt the full insistent force of her own explosive orgasm. Their juices mingled in a fruitless blending of liquid desire.
Pedro flopped across the bed beside her. Marty, the quietest of the bearded bunch twisted her arm.
"Pedro wants you to perform analinctus on him!" Marty demanded. "So stick out your tongue and lick his ass-hole."
"God - I was shocked beyond belief. . ." Joanne blushed. "I'd never so much as fingered my own husband's rectum. Least of all had any desire to kiss it. But Marty was insistent. He would not be put off. He pushed me towards Pedro's gaping buttocks. He twisted my wrist until I parted those buttocks with my own fingers."
"Caress my testicles as you lick ..." Pedro laughed. "My butt's clean. Now eat it! Before I make you swallow my crap too!"
Joanne was hotly aroused as she forced the fleshy buttocks apart. She moved her mouth towards it. She tried to blot out the stench of excrement. Joanne reached to hold her nose but Marty pushed her soft hands to Pedro's testicles.
Joanne fingered the delicate orbs cautiously. She felt self-conscious and afraid. She moved her tongue toward the round hole.
"Ream it - baby!" Pedro giggled. "When you get hot I'll turn over and you can sit on my cock-pole!"
Joanne began licking the rectum. She tried to thrust her stiff tongue into the hole but it was too tight. Pedro relaxed. His entire body went limp. Joanne moved her tongue slowly inside. She was thankful he had fleshy buttocks because her tongue did not slide too far inside. Joanne fingered the testicles and licked. She felt Pedro thrusting his erection down into the mattress. Pedro moaned. He gripped the bed sheets as Joanne brought him sharp waves of violent pleasure.
"I'm going to turn over - baby!" Pedro warned. "When I do you mount my cock-pole before I loose my erection! If you don't - I promise you may wish you had!"
Pedro turned over in the bed. His prick was an angry red color. It stuck up arching upward towards his abdomen. Joanne noted the mass of thick pubic hairs around his dick and scrotum. She slid over Pedro's hips, desiring intimate contact with that hot meat-stick to put out the consuming fire between her thighs. Joanne wanted to fondle her own burning flesh. Instead she forced herself to mount the stiff penis!
Pedro forced Joanne to remain motionless with the bulbous cock end pressed against her dripping orifice. Pedro knew it was sheer torture to hold back the relief that his rigid phallus offered. Pedro loved every moment of hot desire that was written on the respectable woman's sensual face. Pedro fingered the cunt and flicked his tongue back and forth over the clitoris.
"I bet you never wanted it this BAD from your hubby ..." Pedro laughed. "You need a real 'gang freak' to turn you on to the ways and means of perverse sex. Now slide up and down. Give me a good ride!"
"OHOOOOO!," Joanne groaned, moving her dripping vagina down on the feverish phallus. "Oh - my god - what have you done to me? I can't help myself! I feel so guilty - but I want it so damn much!"
"Take it - baby!" Pedro muttered. "It's all yours! . . ."
Joanne could not move fast enough or swiftly enough to put out the burning pyre between her thighs. She moved up and down like a maniac gripping the hard object impaled insider her. Joanne was just discovering the burning madness of her own desire. She was helpless to resist the instinctive biological madness that was overwhelming her.
"OHOOOO . . . ummmm!" Joanne groaned. She tossed back her hair like a proud horse ready for battle. "Oh - I've never wanted it like this before!"
Joanne heard her mother downstairs begging and screaming for the bearded youths to leave her alone. But Joanne's chemically induced state of nymphomania was too intense to force aside. Joanne hoped the boys would not physically abuse her mother. Beyond that the desire spreading between her passioned thighs was the most important thing in her life. Joanne literally rubbed herself off on that stiff rod. She almost forced the testicles in her vagina. She knew Pedro was ready to erupt. She felt her own orgasm about to explode. She felt the simultaneous release. She cried out.
"OHOOOOO. OWWWWW ..." Joanne gasped. "Ummmmmm!"
Jonah pushed her on top of Pedro's body. Joanne lay helpless on top of Pedro with her buttocks thrust up into the air. Jonah moved behind her. He striped himself naked. He admired his arching prick in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Jonah spat on his hand. He rubbed his spittle down his pole. Then he forced Joanne's buttocks apart.
Joanne felt the terrible pain of entry as Jonah thrust solidly in between her buttocks. Joanne cried out! But the pleasure was more intense than the pain. Joanne felt herself rectally impaled by the thrusting male organ. She felt Pedro's cock rising inside her for another erection. She felt the two pricks fighting insider her for supremacy. She felt them in a deathly duel. She felt her spreading wider to admit the two pounding organs simultaneously. Joanne was surprised when a third cock was thrust into her mouth by Arnie who stood pulling her head down over the edge of the bed so that he could gain admittance into her mouth. Joanne had never felt so humiliated and yet so randy in her entire life. She abandoned herself to the multiple sensual pleasures that were offered to her. She forgot who was doing what to her. The only thing she knew was that repeated copulation fired the heat of her lust.
Joanne lost track of events and time as the boys took turns raping her. Only it was not rape. She most willingly consented to the sexual advances of the well-hung youths. Jonah spread some red pepper on his cock. He gave her an even more fiery cunt. By mid-afternoon Joanne was exhausted but begging for more from the six boys who offered her every brand of sex she could handle. Just before their party broke up Arnie informed her her mother was in her wheel chair chained to the banisters of the stairway.
"Boy - I sure can't raise it up again!" Pedro whistled. "Not even with a hot dame sucking it! I'm practically raw from so much sex! It's time we thought about a get-away too-you guys. Did you notice that old dilapidated cattle truck behind the barn? I bet we could run our cycle in there, close it up, and five of u could hide in the back and breeze across the state line without a fucking cop spotting us. It's safer than riding our cycles through town!"
"We can tie this angel here ..." Pedro continued. "We'll have almost five hours head start. Just think of how she'll suffer the burning lust with her hands tied so she can't even reach down to scratch between her burning thighs. That will really give us something to laugh about as we speed out of this fucking state. We can't hide in these hills forever. Someone's bound to spot us - even from a helicopter!"
"Sure. . . ." Mickey agreed, pulling his tight jeans out of the crack of his ass. "An old cattle truck will never arouse suspicion. You can't see inside. So it's a safe bet for our bikes. It's a sure-fire method for transportation out of state. Don't worry pretty lady - we won't tear up your truck. I understand farmers have problems making ends meet."
Joanne thought she would loose her mind as they tied her hands behind her back. The youths did not allow her to even put her clothes back on. She felt ashamed and abused as she lay in bed on top of the soiled sheets. They were wet with orgasmic juice. Joanne heard her mother moving the wheel-chair around in an attempt to escape her bonds. She felt her most intense fear subside as she realized her mother seemed no worse off as a result of the gang-bang.
Joanne felt the hot fire rekindling in her loins. She pulled at her bonds and tried to free herself. The lust fire grew stronger as the boys took one last look at her. Arnie whispered something about giving her another dose of Spanish Fly but Pedro signaled him to leave her alone. Pedro threw her a peace sign, two fingers in a V shape in the air. Arnie gave her the middle finger thrust high into the air to remind her of her violations.
Joanne pulled as she heard the cycles roar up into the back of the cattle truck. The lust fires kept growing stronger and more angry. Joanne could not free her hands. If only she could have moved a finger to her burning vagina she could have quieted the fire. As it was she could only thrash about in passionate agitation.
Joanne thought she would go out of her mind from the desire burning in her flesh. Joanne took her toes and pulled at the dirty white pillow at the head of the bed. It seemed an impossible task but she remembered back to her childhood days when she had masturbated herself against solid objects such as pieces of furniture, the edge of tables, chairs, desks and dressers. Joanne recalled pumping her hot vagina down against a firm pillow and receiving release.
It was very slow progress. But Joanne finally got the firm feather pillow between her thighs. Her feet were tied together but her ropes were loose enough to allow her to mount on top of the pillow.
Joanne groaned with sudden relief. She thrust her vulva downward against the cool wet material of the hand-made pillow case. Joanne felt the fire spreading. Her desire grew more intense. Joanne didn't care who saw her in sexual contact with the pillow. All she wanted to do was ease the consuming lust fire between her thighs. The pillow was the only object close enough to bring her any amount of pleasure.
Joanne pumped downward. She closed her eyes. She groaned with pleasure. In the daylight Joanne's desire became a lusty hell-fire. Joanne thought of nothing, not even her husband or her mother tied downstairs, a helpless captive of her wheel-chair.
Joanne's thoughts centered on the need growing within her body. Joanne was immensely grateful to the youths for the pillow they had left behind. Perhaps tomorrow, she realized, she would feel shame.
But right now, at this very moment, that was the farthest thing from her mind!
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history came to my attention briefly after it was reported to the police. Bill Newberry accompanied his frightened wife on her first visit to my office. During the aftermath, when the drug, Cantharides, had worn off and left her suddenly passionless Joanne was so overwhelmed with the implications of her abandoned sexual activities that she immediately sought psychiatric help.
Police found the get-away truck but to date have not located the youths. Joanne is undergoing intensive psychotherapy now and seems to have dispersed some of the intense guilt feelings she experienced as the result of the group rape experience.
Concerning motorcycle sadists they are most often a distinct group unto themselves, who band together in clandestine groups to rape, ravage and pillage specific targets of their overwhelming wrath. Many of today's criminal offenses are perpetuated by these roving cyclists. The free-wheeling leather clad bearded demi-gods wheel their churning choppers down city streets, across deserted sand dunes and into the innermost recesses of the desert in an attempt to discover new and wilder thrills.
They are most often cruel individuals who indulge in sex abuse, drug abuse and frequent alcohol consumption. They make their livings plying illegal trades, indulge in forced rape, robbery and burglary.
Many cycle sadists have no permanent homes. Nor are their sexual assaults always heterosexual. Some are definitely homosexual in nature.
Most often these individuals are social dropouts, sexual inverts and lusty psychopaths who get a distinct thrill from acts of sexual sadism. Most often they become known for their acts of VIOLENCE.
In the study of female gangs Barbara Hoffman notes in GIRL GANGS . . .
"All of society is becoming entrapped in a new kind of lust, one that exceeds any venture yet aimed to satisfy our desires for a new and better sexual kick. The new lust is violent. It's sexual. It's sexual violence. And no matter how we might cringe with loathing for some of the acts that are being committed daily we are becoming conditioned to new lusts that can, and perhaps will, make the degradation of the Roman Empire seem like kid's play."
Barbara Hoffman further notes in GIRL GANGS. . .
"Riots and group violence always produce an increase in sexual feelings. The abandonment people feel contributes to this a great deal. So does the violence which has an aphrodisiac effect upon many people. When the gang rules, emotions can run wild and without inhibitions. The clue is the loss of individual identity when individuals are part of a mob."
Sadism is a parasitic kind of sickness. Small acts which lead to pleasure motivate the sadist to greater acts of sexual violence. Sometimes sadists are sexually impotent and can only achieve arousal through the infliction of pain.
Joanne, an attractive woman, aged thirty-four, with brown hair, sparkling light blue eyes and numerous freckles admits she is overwhelmed by guilt after her group rape experience.
"I'll never be free of this guilt..." Joanne confesses, searching for some understanding of her drug induced passion. "I used to feel safe in our rural community. You could leave doors open all day long. No one would ever bother you. But now I'll always be terrified by the memory of those horrible boys! The most horrible part - the one I can't forget - is that they made me WANT it!
Joanne will be undergoing analysis for some time to come. The guilt still clings painfully to her mind. Such is the tragic results that gang rape leaves upon innocent female victims.
CHAPTER THREE: Supermarket Sadists
Mrs. Jerry Breedlove was anxiously searching among the bargain items on display at the local supermarket when she felt someone fall against her almost causing her to loose her balance. Wanda turned suddenly to see a dark-haired youth, wearing unusually long hair, stumbling over her purse. Wanda reached out to grab the youth. She somehow managed to save him from an angry fall into the large display of orange juice cans.
"Thanks . . . maam!" the sullen youth spoke. "I almost took a bad fall. I'm glad you caught me. Clumsy of me - I guess!"
Wanda Breedlove did not suspect that the youth, who could not have been more than sixteen years old, was high on drugs. Nor did she suspect that at that moment his vision had blurred. Wanda Breedlove, aged thirty-seven, and dressed in a lavender and grey suit knew only that she had saved some youth from a very bad fall.
Wanda recoiled as she surveyed the clorox-faded blue jeans. Though the boy smiled gratefully at her and thanked her for helping him there was something very dark and sinister about his eyes. Wanda had seen photos in magazines of occult magicians and devil worshippers before and this boy had very unearthly eyes. Wanda said nothing as the youth thanked her again and staggered down the aisle.
Generally, Wanda reflected, she paid little attention to other shoppers who happened to be in the store with her at the same time. But lately, since the beginnings of Women's Lib and the Sexual Revolution, and other minority causes which had quickly shot to the foreground, she had found that the weekly trip to the grocery store could be as exciting a spectacle as the yearly outing to the circus or zoo.
Wanda did not approve of the short mini-skirts that girls wore today. She firmly believed that young ladies displayed too much of their flesh. And then they'd complain if they got raped or someone made an indecent pass at them. Nor did Wanda approve of the long hair that most boys wore, or the ragged sideburns, or the attempts to appear worldly by sporting an unkempt beard.
Though Wanda herself was youthful and attractive she dressed plain, but in style. Her skirts never rose above her knees. Though Wanda was proud of her sizeable breasts and often wore sweaters which emphasized her ample endowments there was little about Wanda's appearance that would attract anyone's attention or indicate that she was an exhibitionist.
Wanda spent a good half hour at the meat counter. She observed the drastic rise in meat prices. She thought perhaps she and her husband should become vegetarians. Wanda scrutinized several cuts of beer, poking, feeling and comparing prices and weight while keeping in mind the fact that her husband would be out of town three days during the week. Wanda selected a roast that had been marked down. She pushed it to the bottom of her basket and continued her journey through the gaily decorated super market.
Wanda glanced up when she passed a girl in a short leather skirt and a satin blouse. She noticed the girl had something wrapped in a dirty patch-quilt blanket. Wanda did not usually stare at people but the strange spectacle caught her eye. Wanda noticed the young lady had a black-faced monkey wrapped in a blanket hugged up tight against her breast.
Wanda shook her head. She wondered what the world was coming to with rising taxes, soaring crime rates, and girls carrying black monkeys wrapped in blankets through the supermarket. Wanda shook her head at the boys with hair long enough to cause headaches.
It was early in the week but the store was crowded. Wanda noticed several boys making their way through the store without a basket. They were about sixteen. They wore identical pairs of faded blue jeans, bleached out with clorox. They all wore dirty boots worn at the heels and their hair was long and unkempt. Wanda wondered why they were not in school where they belonged.
Wanda thought of her nine year old daughter, Kathy, who was in school. Wanda selected some luncheon meat that Kathy liked. She decided she had collected enough bargain items to make a sizeable savings in their budget. Wanda wheeled her full basket to the counter. She began putting the items on the counter as a smiling happy-faced clerk, a blond girl wearing a sparkling new engagement ring, began checking her out.
Wanda whirled about suddenly when she felt something pulling at her purse. Wanda thought someone was trying to rob her. She saw the young leather skirted girl holding the black-faced small spider-monkey behind her. The monkey made a series of erratic noises while pulling at her purse.
"Melvin's a potential thief. ..." the girl apologized, spanking the monkey's over-zealous paws. "He's kind of a child substitute for me. I love him dearly! But Melvin can be aggravating - particularly with strangers!"
"Cute little fellow
" Wanda muttered, half-joking as she pulled a twenty dollar bill from her purse. "He's so small! Like a tiny dog!"
Wanda did not notice the girls eyes linger on her wallet. On the thick roll of bills inside. Wanda watched the girl add a candy bar to her order which consisted of small packet of boiling beef, some lettuce and cookies. Wanda closed her purse and whispered a quick good-bye to the monkey.
Wanda paid no attention to the three youths who followed her out of the store. It was mid-October. The wind was brisk. Wanda was carrying two heavy bags of groceries. It took all of her strength to carry them. Wanda wished now she had taken up Harold's offer to teach her to drive. But then Wanda did not know how their budget could be stretched to pay for another car, since they were trying to save money for Kathy's college education.
Wanda felt the brown leaves swirl about her feet. She lowered her head and pushed forward into the wind. Suddenly Wanda felt herself losing hold of her packages. Wanda rushed to the stone fence beside her and put her bags down there.
Wanda turned to spot the three youths behind her. She recalled they were the ones in faded jeans she had seen in the grocery store. They whistled merrily as they approached. They stopped.
"Can we help you - lady?" the sandy haired youth laughed. "I mean - we don't mind being gentlemen and carrying your groceries for you if you don't live too far!"
"Just three blocks up the street. At Bayberry Court. We have a small cottage right next to the apartments. I'd be glad to pay you for your help."
"No - thanks - maam ..." the blond haired youth laughed. "We were boy scouts once! Shouldn't your husband be helping you with a load this heavy?"
"He's out of town. . . ," Wanda replied thoughtlessly.
"Well be more than glad to help you. . . lady . .," an auburn-haired youth named Mike blushed. "You lead the way. We were walking in that direction anyway."
Wanda found herself chatting amiably with the youths. All three were adolescents, and though their clothes were ragged and faded, they seemed to be perfectly normal boys. Wanda discovered their names were Tony, Mike and Randall. Wanda felt inclined to change her opinion about today's youth as the boys followed her up the steps to her cottage.
"Just put them there on the kitchen table," Wanda glowed, fishing into her purse for some spare change.
Mike was the most handsome of the youths. He had long slick reddish-brown hair, a full wide sensual smile, narrow hips and broad shoulders beneath the faded jean jacket that he wore. Mike had the beginnings of a faint moustache.
Tony was a blond-headed youth with hair the color of ripe wheat which had grown too tall in the field. Tony's eyes were a deep hazel color. His chin was small and receding. Wanda sensed that Tony lacked the character of the other boys.
Randy was a dark-haired youth who wore his hair long, unkempt. He had a piece of dirty rope tied about his jeans for a belt. Wanda had heard that boys paid fantastic prices for jeans that were worn and faded. She could not understand some of the craze's that were sweeping the country. But at least these youths, she reflected, were polite to their elders.
"Can we do anything else for you - lady?" Mike grinned, linking his thumbs through his wide leather belt.
"No thanks . . . boys!" Wanda blushed, handing each a quarter. "You've been a great help carrying the groceries."
"Are you sure you're all right alone? . . ." Tony asked. "If I were your husband I wouldn't leave someone as pretty as you all alone in this cottage."
Wanda suddenly observed Tony staring at her breasts under her tight red sweater. She watched how Tony pushed his hand down inside the tight jean pockets as if to scratch the rising bulge in his groin. Suddenly Wanda wondered if she should have opened her house to the youths.
"Gosh - but you're pretty," Mike smiled, gazing confidently down between his legs.
Wanda spotted Randy locking the living room exit and bolting it shut. Wanda felt a stab of fear in her heart. She saw Mike and Tony eyeing her with open desire.
Mike moved beside her. He grabbed her arm, pulling it up roughly behind her back.
"Do you get enough SEX from your hubby - lady?" Mike questioned, moving closer to kiss Wanda's neck. "You know - sugar - a lot of married men just don't know how to satisfy their wives. Maybe your husband travels too much to take care of you - huh?"
"Please. . . ," Wanda cringed, too frightened to scream. "I don't know what you're after. But if it's money take it! And please go!"
"Well get around to that much later - honey. . . ," Randy blushed, pulling down the shades over the couch. "We kinda got this thing about housewives who are alone during the day. We like to meet them and follow them home. You can have all kinds of fun with a lonely dame at home alone during the day. Have you ever been raped by three guys before?"
"No . . . no . . . please . . !" Wanda sobbed.
Mike forced his thick red lips against Wanda's. Mike had the strength to push her down on the couch. He made no move to undress her. Mike merely lay down on top of her, forcing his thick tongue into her mouth.
Wanda heard Randy in the other rooms ransacking for cash and booze. She thought maybe if they got it they would leave her alone. She screamed out where her cash was and her whisky. Randy went into the liquor closet and then returned uncorking a bottle as he grinned like some sick masturbating idiot.
Mike was eagerly kissing her. His firm hands moved up the inside of her thin panties. Wanda was afraid. She was thankful the boy was making no hurried attempt to rape her. Mike pushed a full glass of straight whisky towards her.
"Maybe you'd better drink this - honey!" Mike chuckled, handing her the tall glass. "It may put you more in the MOOD for what we're going to do to you!"
Wanda remained speechless as she moved the glass to her icy lips. She felt the fiery liquid pouring down her throat. Wanda felt the warm glow in the pit of her stomach spreading throughout her body and warming her extremities. Wanda knew whisky relaxed her and made her more passionate. But this time Wanda drank so that the flip-flopping sensation in the bottom of her stomach would stop.
"Baby - we aren't going to hurt you!" Mike whispered, moving his hot hand over her flesh thighs. "We just want a little fun. May a little sex. We aren't going to hurt you though. No, on the contrary, we want to make you feel good. You see - the three of us find older married women very attractive and much more sexually experienced. You'd be surprised at the number of housewives who are grateful once we've brought them pleasure. One wife confessed her hubby came like a jack rabbit and never satisfied her. She paid us to come back once we all fucked her. Do you know we visit that saucy blond bitch every week and take her out to the woods where we bang away at her until we can't raise it up again?"
"We sure do. . . ," Randy grinned. "Mike here - he's got this system where he can keep a hard-on for repeated incidents of coitus. Baby - Mike can have his fun without spilling his juice. He concentrates on holding back his load by working his muscles. He does it too! Tony and I are working towards that but it's hard to train your muscles that well. I bet if I went through your medicine chest I'd find some desensitizing cream. I'll be back in a minute - babe!"
"See - honey. . . ," Mike grinned, eyeing Wanda's quivering breasts, "I got this system of retaining my wad. It's something I picked up while investigating Hata Yoga. I got this yen for erotic religion. Only few people really know that Yoga seeks immortality and greater sexual potency. I learned to hold back my sperm and to prolong erections! Tony and Randy have to use desensitizing cream on their dicks. But I have complete muscular control! I bet you'd love it if I'd do it for a long time to you!"
"Put your cock where her cunt is," Randy teased. He rubbed his hand over his own bulging erection. "Come on - Mike. Start her off so we can all take a turn!"
v "Come on - drink some more first," Mike suggested, pouring Wanda a second full glass of straight whisky.
Wanda could gladly have consumed the entire bottle. All she wanted at that very moment was to annihilate her entire sphere of consciousness. To forget the immediate present and what was about to happen to her. Wanda knew that she would probably be gang-raped. She could see the fiery lust in the eyes of the three hungry youths who watched her. Wanda knew that they wanted sex more than money or anything else she could offer. She guessed they were out to prove something to themselves. Perhaps it was a kind of sadistic revenge, or maybe they just enjoyed turning on with older women. Whatever they had in mind doing to her, Wanda rationalized; she would be better prepared to cooperate if she were thoroughly intoxicated.
Randy kneeled on the floor. Randy pushed her skirt upward. Wanda closed her eyes as he began undoing her garter belt. She felt her hose being pulled down over her ankles. Randy tickled the bottoms of her feet with a curious finger while watching the rank expression on her face. Randy smiled. He began moving his hand slowly up her thighs.
"Let's get you out of those pink panties. . . ," Randy grinned. "Before this afternoon is over we're all going to be naked as jaybirds! Stand still so I can defrock you!"
Wanda stood motionless as Randy relieved her of her skirt. She recoiled from the too familiar touch of his hands. Tony began unbuttoning her blouse. Wanda felt goose-pimples rise on her flesh. Mike sat on the side of the couch surveying her increasingly nude body with over-whelming desire. Mike stood up. He dropped his faded jeans and pulled off his leather boots. Mike's phallus shot out against his restraining shorts until he pulled them downward revealing his swollen manhood.
"I've got something hard for you - honey!" Mike grinned. "Lay down on the couch. Let's get this show on the road. I bet before this afternoon is over you'll be begging us for more!"
Tony and Randy held Wanda down on the couch. Tony moved to cover her heaving breasts with soft wet kisses. Wanda noted that they were not rough or sadistic kisses. Just the kind that arouse a woman's passion. Tony ran his tongue across the jutting aureole. Tony gently nudged the nipple.
Randy pushed his calloused hands up her pale fleshy thighs. Randy pressed soft sensual lips against her firm flesh. Randy ran his tongue awkwardly over her thighs while sucking hard enough to cause red blotches to appear. Wanda wanted to protest. She was surprised by the gentleness with which the boy approached her. She felt that mouth moving upward inside her thighs. Wanda felt her resistance lessening.
"Oh - don't - Randy - NO!" Wanda objected. "I don't want to want it - no! Oh - I'm a faithful woman. No-ooo! Pick on someone else - please . . . nooooo!"
"While the cat's away the mice will play. . . ," Mike jabbered, rubbing his itching scrotum. "Move over - you guys - and give me a chance to pitch some woo!"
Wanda cringed in fear as she felt Mike's heavy and athletic body moving down on top of her. She felt Mike's genital sword stabbing sharply between her thighs. She wanted to scream and fight but she was afraid more harm would come to her than if she submitted silently.
Mike sucked her lips like ripe fresh fruit. Mike drove his tongue between her teeth. Mike did not move to penetrate her. He firmly squeezed her firm breasts until he had her moaning with passion. Only then did he make a move to slip that pulsating animal between her quivering thighs.
Wanda braced herself. Mike moved slowly into her. He did not pound like a sex machine. Rather he moved his sizeable prick around slowly inside of her. He wanted to make her want sex with him like she had never wanted anything before.
Mike slid his hands under her buttocks. Mike nudged his penis further inside her. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. Mike pulled those fleshy buttocks up firmly against the root of his penis. Then he moved in and out, almost slipping his cock out entirely, only to plunge in harder. Wanda felt the testicles bang against her butt as Mike began pounding in earnest.
"Ohoo - OHOOOO!" Wanda grimaced. She dug her long fingernails into those husky shoulders.
"Come on - baby! Loosen up. . . ," Mike groaned, nibbling her fiery red ear lobe. "You're holding back on me. You're as tight as a miser who's too damn cheap to give his soul to God! You've got to loosen sometimes - you can't stay that tight forever!"
Mike was right. Wanda had been deliberately holding herself back. She did not want to relax. She was secretly afraid she might indeed enjoy the repeated acts of sexual violation. Her entire body had become a tightly knotted muscle. But as Mike kept pounding into her, unmindful of the fact that she was holding back from his compelling lust, Wanda felt herself go limp. She had thought he would shoot off quick and be done with her. But her opponent proved to be almost insatiable in his lust.
Mike made short hard jabs at first. Then his hands moved under her buttocks to press her against his cock. Mike eagerly dipped his member into her well. Mike held her there, feeling his own organ swelling with blood. He could feel her vagina instinctively grabbing at him. He knew it would not be long until he had overcome her last vestige of resistance.
"I told you I could fuck forever - baby!" Mike laughed, triumphantly. "I haven't even started to warm up yet. So you might as well relax and enjoy me! I don't doubt that you love your husband and want to remain faithful to him. But - baby - biologically you're female. And I'm male. And after so long of a time doing what comes naturally you'll enjoy it. It's my place to make you want it baby!"
"No - ewww - no - o - no!" Wanda gasped, feeling the hot need of her own passionate flesh. "Don't make me want it - please! I'll tell the police on you. Honest! ..."
"I'll say you invited us in and propositioned us. . ," Mike grinned. "I can say you made indecent gestures. That we complied. A lot of people might believe our side of the story. So maybe, baby, just maybe you'd better shut your mouth and learn to fuck!"
Wanda could not deny the hot and violent need of her body. The way the youth pumped inside her, never becoming overly-aroused and always violently copulating her, until her resistance wore thin - this was her own feminine weakness.
Mike assaulted her with his penis. He thrust her buttocks up against his abdomen. Mike proceeded with the fury of a wildcat. Mike felt her sharp nails dig into his tender flesh. He knew he had her close to her peak of desire. He knew he had a panting wildcat in his arms instead of a helpless housewife. Mike had brought out the bloodlust in her cool body. He knew how to satisfy her. Mike did not allow himself to become aroused as he thrust deeper and deeper into her well. Mike held back on the muscles that released the sperm from his body. At the moment that Wanda screamed Mike felt his own orgasm taking possession of his body. But he did not spew a drop of seed.
Wanda was indeed surprised when he did not splatter her with his come. She felt his cock dwindling but she did not feel a single drop of liquid. Wanda felt Mike moving his cock slowly inside of her.
"I'll have the old rod up in no time - baby!" Mike affirmed, squeezing her hot breasts. "As long as you keep your juice you can remain potent. It's an Old Yoga secret. One that the founders practiced . . . believing immortality and sexual ecstasy are closely related!"
Wanda looked up to glimpse Randy spraying some aerosol antiseptic lotion on his red prick.
"This stuff acts as a desensitizing cream . . . lady!" Randy giggled. "It deadens the nerve endings of your cock and allows you to fuck longer without having an orgasm. I can't hold back my wad like Mike does but I sure can screw longer with this stuff on my dick."
Wanda could feel Mike's phallus growing inside her. Wanda was easily amazed by the growing sensations inside her vagina. Mike began sliding his erecting cock in and out in circular motions. Mike thrust in to the hilt and then withdrew his genital spear. Mike felt his need for sex becoming more demanding. Mike put their genitals in contact and their mating motions became rhythmic and free.
Wanda found herself screaming. She found herself experiencing repeated orgasms, one right after the other. Only at the end of what seemed hours, after perhaps four or five multiple orgasms, did she feel Mike finally shoot his load inside her.
"I hope you've had your baby-carriage operated on . . ." Mike laughed. He held his dwindling cock long enough to shake some sperm over her curly pudenda. Wanda reflected that he was imitating some high priest involving her in some ancient fertility rites.
"I'm wearing a diaphragm ..." Wanda gasped, not wanting to move for fear the boy would experience another violent erection.
Randy urged Mike out of the way. Randy held his arching phallus in his hand as he lowered his fleshy body down on top of hers. Randy guided his meat between her thighs. Randy slid into the round wet hole. Randy began to pump and pound like some erotic machine. Wanda was already so aroused she was not turned off by his 'jack rabbit' techniques. Because the nerves in his cock were less sensitive Randy found he could prolong coitus for twice the length of time it normally took him to reach ejaculation.
Randy felt Wanda's legs go around his buttocks. He felt her firm fingernails digging into his flesh. Randy thrust deeper, feeling his balls resound against her fleshy buttocks. Randy felt the answering rhythm of Wanda's own lust. He pumped and pounded their twin bodies towards that explosive peak. Suddenly their twin orgasms erupted and came together like magnets.
"Ohooooo!" Wanda cried. "Ohooo - ummmmm!"
Tony thrust his massive erection between her slick thighs. Wanda rose to meet his thrusts. She alternately grabbed and released his cock-joint with her well-trained vaginal muscles. Wanda's eyes moved back in the sockets. Her lips quivered and trembled as she made inaudible sounds of pleasure.
Wanda found herself soaring over the peak of another orgasm. She felt the hot slimy liquid pouring down her thighs. She felt Mike mounting her again. Tony fondled her rectum with his finger. She felt Tony thrust his digit into her as Mike pushed her over her peak.
Mike had been right. A woman, unless she is terrified of her life, cannot resist the mating urge for long when she is being sufficiently aroused. Even though she did not love her sexual attackers they made her experience the deep waves of desire once they molested her.
Wanda realized then how she would spend the rest of the afternoon. That is why she eagerly accepted the full glasses of liquor the boys plied her with. She wanted to have the excuse of being drunk on which to blame her lewd and wanton responses. She found herself eagerly moving towards the stiff phallus that Randy shoved towards her mouth. She felt her soft fingers caressing the hard testicles that hung like ripe grapes from a vine.
"Oh - I love it!" Wanda groaned, speaking inaudibly. "Oh - make me love you! Do it to me - more - more - more! Fuck me forever - don't stop now!"
Wanda didn't object when Tony filled her douche bag with rum and thrust the nozzle deep into her vagina. Wanda giggled as Tony undid the cork and allowed the liquor to pour inside her. Wanda begged Tony to jiggle the nozzle up in her cunt. Her eager fingers almost tore the instrument out of his hands. Wanda sucked the contents of the bag deep inside her body.
Another douche bag was filled with vodka. The long nozzle was stuck into her rectum. Wanda moved eagerly to impale herself on that hard object. Mike and Tony lay on the thick carpet beside her. Tony went around and stuck a straw in Wanda's rectum while Mike began sucking the juice from her cunt. Randy put his lips around Mike's arching phallus and around Tony's bulging manhood.
Wanda recalled having heard the paper boy banging on her door for his weekly collection. She did not answer. She could hardly feel her own heart-beat above the noises of the labored breathing in her living room. Later she felt a hot penis stabbing into her vagina and another in her rectum. She felt Randy's cock sliding down her throat ready to spew seed. Wanda was proving to herself that she was every inch a woman. She was in no mood to be bothered.
Not even by the urgent memory of her husband to whom she had remained faithful for nine long years!
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history shows how 'gang-rapists' often operate when they are youthful and made up of teenagers. Most often these are the tougher types of youths who crave new thrills and get a definite lift out of forcing themselves on helpless housewives.
This case history illustrates how many such youths operate, picking out their victims in supermarkets where housewives go almost weekly, or more often, to buy their groceries. If their motive is theft as well as rape the youths will be primarily interested in the amount of money their victim may be carrying.
Many youths take turns browsing through supermarkets and checking out behind housewives so they can leer over her shoulder and discover the amount of money in her wallet. Many times such youths put their girlfriends in the supermarkets to follow victims through the check-out counter to determine the amount of cash in her wallet. There are various methods in such the sex-theft rackets which find the vulnerable housewife as the prime target.
The housewife is ideal for the gang-rapists who need helpless victims. Because the housewife is usually at home alone during the day teenagers find her a vulnerable target.
A lust-robbery is a common form of gang entertainment. It is called a "gang thrill", a "gang bang" or merely "gang rape".
As author Dalton Edwards notes in FREAKED OUT...
"Sexual awareness, participation, physical and emotional response, as well as outright aggressiveness by and among teenagers, has reached almost unmanageable (some say 'epidemic') proportions over the past few years. There are alarming young teenage gangs that specialize in sex orgies that would confound the most sophisticated adult. Junior high school and even elementary level sex clubs, teenybopper prostitutes, teenage Lesbian and homosexual groups, teenage swinging, and others are encountered almost everywhere." (5)
Often the molesting of adults is done with the intention of getting vengeance on members of the establishment. Dalton Edwards, in FREAKED OUT, observes ...
"In anything the adult can do, the erotically precocious teenager tries to outstrip him. There is not fact of normal, abnormal, deviant or depraved sexual behavior that has not been explored and indulged in with a vengeance by the members of today's teenage sexual revolution."
If rape has become a violent adult pastime it is also a popular teen-age gang pleasure. Most teenagers delight in making their victims respond sexually to the assault. They also got to great lengths to undermine their basic decency and morality.
In any case the raping of innocent housewives has become a national teenage pastime. It is indulged in group form on a scale that is shocking everyone. Gang-banging, as it is more commonly called, is undoubtedly becoming more and more popular as teenagers search for newer and more depraved thrills. Unfortunately the lonely housewife is often a prime target because she is both vulnerable and alone.
Most victims of 'gang rape' claim that the mental after effects are much more damaging than any physical brutalities or deviant acts that were forced upon them. That is why many victims of 'gang bangs' seek psychiatric help sooner or later - which is why many such cases come to my attention.
CHAPTER FOUR: Black Revenge
Up until the night of August 13, 1971 Carla Sanchez had been an unbelievably happy woman. Pert, young and attractive, a woman in her early thirties, Carla was very much in love with her soldier husband, Frank Sanchez. Carla had the uncommonly beautiful features that are characteristic of many women of Spanish ancestry. Namely the alabaster white complexion combined with the long flowing ebony hair and the almost 'angelical' expression in her eyes that could turn cool and then fiery within a single moment's glance.
Among other workers at the weaving mill that employed 3,500 workers Carla had the reputation of being quiet and dependable. She appeared to be a woman of calm reserve who could remain cool under any circumstances. Even when the supervisor of her shift repeatedly begged her for dates Carla had been convincing when she said 'no'. There had never been the hint of scandal about Carla that seemed to shadow the lives of so many other girls at the factory.
Carla admitted to herself that she did not think much of her supervisor. She thought Edwin Alberts was unusually young and cocksure to hold down such responsibility. Carla knew raises had been freely given to girls who were free with their after-hour time with the boss. Carla knew she had been over-looked for a raise when others who were less competent had received them.
Carla had learned to overlook that. But deep in her heart she could not help but feel that Edwin Alberts was responsible for the chain of events that changed her from a happy and carefree woman into a terrified bundle of nerves who felt it imperative to her own sanity to consult a psychiatrist.
"Edwin was flippy with all of the girls . . ." Carla verified, fingering the wedding ring on her left hand. "Edwin seemed particularly attracted to some of the young negro girls who worked on our shift. I wondered how a white man could lust after a dinge. But then it was none of my business!"
"Edwin was dating this one married colored girl. .," Carla blushed. "Her name was Samantha Grey. She was a long-legged, big-busted specimen of her race with thick sensual lips, high cheekbones and a wide pug nose. I guess maybe Samantha was pretty good in the sheets because Edwin hung after her constantly at work."
"When Samantha came up pregnant it began a big scandal. . .," Carla noted. "Samantha was called into the office. She was fired. When several other negro girls protested that Edwin dismissed Samantha because he had her pregnant they were likewise dismissed. Apparently this caused a frantic backlash of negro wrath. A chain of events that seemed to gather the storm clouds of dissent and inter-racial hatred. It's a shame when innocent people have to become involved in incidents of black wrath!"
"I guess I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time," Carla noted. She forced a smile through thin drawn lips. "Most of the negro girls at the factory had either quit or been fired over the incident of Samantha Grey. I guess the feeling was running pretty high outside that colored girls were to be used and abused but in no manner considered equal with white employees."
"Not long after that some of the women began complaining about a group of black motorcycle sadists who perused their cars, nearly running them off the road as they left the factory. I worked the three to eleven shift. It was dark when I left the factory too. I didn't have anyone waiting at home either because Frank had seven months duty left overseas. I hadn't encountered the cyclists myself until then."
"The tension got even worse when Samantha's husband divorced her and left her alone to have her white baby. It was rumored that Samantha deliberately murdered the infant shortly after birth. The scandal came out in the papers when Samantha was arrested for suffocating the child with a blanket. The papers neglected to mention that the child was Caucasian."
"Somehow Edwin Alberts managed to keep his job amidst the heavy storm of dissent.. .," Carla noted. "The girls at the factory were boiling over the black negro cyclists who were pursuing them down the roads doing highway acrobatics that almost caused them to crack-up!"
"I guess my turn was bound to come," Carla grimaced. "I left the factory in a hurry that rainy night. The topic of discussion at work had been interracial marriages and our attention had been focused on black-white sexuality. It was drizzling hard as I opened the door to my hardtop sedan. I didn't bother glancing into the back seat. I was in a hurry to get home."
"I had driven about a quarter mile away from the plant when all of a sudden three silver and black cycles with terribly loud mufflers zoomed in behind me. My heart skipped a beat. Right then and there it became evident they were going to chase me."
"I didn't speed up...," Carla confirmed. "I did reach over to lock my door as one black militant on a cycle made a grab for my door handle. The black jerked hard. Then he spat on my window as he saw me lock the other door!"
"White trash .. . dirty white pig! ..." the youth shouted, through my open vent. "It's time you tasted black revenge!"
"On the back of his black leather jacket was scrawled the word 'Panthers'," Carla noted, "but of course they weren't a highly organized group like the real bona-fide organization that goes by that name. Two other choppers wheeled in beside me. One wheeled in front forcing me to pump my brakes and slow down."
"When I moved to pass on the right a third chopper cut me off. I began to become afraid - really afraid - then! I had no weapons with which to defend myself. I had to turn off onto a lonely stretch of road to go home. The cycles pursued me. I was determined that I would stop for nothing. The black youths all had small goatees. They looked very sinister. I guess I would have tried to run over them if they had tried to force me to stop."
"This one negro rode my bumper. He began throwing loud firecrackers at my wheels," Carla gasped. "The noise sounded like a shot gun blast going off near me. Firecrackers were tossed at me from all directions. I was terrified that one would set fire to my gas tank. I was getting ready to push the gas pedal to the floor, to mash down on the accelerator with all my might, when I felt something kind of round and cold pressed up firmly against the back of my neck."
"All right - biddy . . ," a black youth hissed, standing up from behind the back seat so that the whites of his eyes showed in my rear view mirror, "slow down and take the next road to the right. The one that goes through the old deserted stretch of pines ahead. Do as I say and you may live to see tomorrow."
"I was terrified . . ," Carla gasped in desperation. "This negro youth was black and thin and he appeared to be about nineteen. I could smell the strength of his black flesh when he got near me. Because he was dressed in solid black attire there was no way I could have spotted him kneeling down in the back seat floor. I turned to the right as he told me to do. I cut my bright lights down to park lights. I inched my way through the long winding road with three choppers on my tail.
Suddenly four more choppers zoomed out of nowhere. As I drove into the thicket of trees I saw nine black faces peering at me through the ebony darkness."
"We got us a hostage - man!" a black youth named Morgan shouted. "Hey - guys - let's mess up the snow! God - brothers - you don't know what you're missin' unless you ball it with some white trash."
"Sure - man!" another black youth named Avery sighed. "You're getting to be an ice cream sandwich - always hanging around after white tail."
"We got her here man. .," Calvin noted, flipping open the button and exposing the seven inch blade of his switch-blade knife. "Let's use her. I ain't ashamed of being an oreo. Nothing worse than what they done to our women at that damned whore factory. Do you put out for your boss lady? Is that how you kept your job?"
"I was too astonished to speak..," Carla gasped. "I was surrounded by nine angry black boys. They wore high black leather boots, tight black pants that clutched hungrily at their groins revealing their boiling sex. They all glared at me with the kind of vengeful anger that runs wild at lynch mobs."
"PLEASE ..." I begged. "I've done nothing to you. Let me go - home!"
"Shut up - snow! ..." a black youth named Jason jeered. "My main man here - Charlie - digs sex with white snakes! You heard what happened to Samantha Grey? We think it's high time we had a white sacrifice too! Samantha tried to slash her wrists in that white prison they put her in. Maybe it's time we jigs messed up some snow!"
"Yeah - you cats! ..." Charlie grinned through two broken front teeth. "I'd love to father a spotted baby. Gimme them wedding rings - honey. I can turn them into some constannus shortly, Baby - do you want to get oiled before we do it to you?"
"The big black named Charlie shoved a stinking bottle of whisky at me . . ," Carla confirmed. "It must have been moonshine because it stunk to high heaven. A black youth named Elias jerked me back by my hair. Charlie shoved the bottle down my throat. He practically jabbed my tonsils out. I nearly choked to death on that foul liquor. It burned like cleaning fluid once it hit the pit of my stomach. Four black boys held me tight as they poured half a bottle of that foul smelling stuff down me."
"I felt rough hands all over me everywhere! . . ," Carla gasped, closing her eyes as she recalled the traumatic event. "I felt black hands reaching up my dress. While they forced the filthy booze down my throat another nigger youth, Calvin, jerked open my blouse. He tore off my bra. I felt Calvin's rough moustache and goatee touch my breasts. I heard this deep animal cry from his throat. I felt a lusty tongue lash across my breasts. Firm lips sucked my tits. Another negro jerked down my skirt. I was standing in a thicket of trees entirely naked."
"The honkie's bride . . . ," Charlie jeered, lighting up this peculiar smelling weed. "We're going to get us some 'snow' man. Maybe even make us some big black babies. Honey - this is going to be a night for you to remember. Because we're each one of us going to rape you! You're going to be filled with nine black nigger pricks. Over and over and over again!"
"How do you want it - babe!" Cosmo grinned, licking his thick lips. "In the ass or up your stinkin' white cunt?"
"Put it anywhere you can get it - baby!" Avery laughed. "Any holes all right as long as it's big enough for your big black dick!"
"Those filthy animals made a thick bed of leaves . . ," Carla stammered, almost crying. "The biggest guy - Charlie - who was obviously the leader, pushed me down in the leaves. He unleashed his huge black penis without undressing.
Then he fell on top of me like some wild black animal. I felt that cock almost splitting me wide open as he ploughed into me with the fury of a madman! My husband is very small in the genitals, which has always suited me fine."
"That big black ape was huge. I screamed wildly as he tore into my vagina. I screamed until my throat was raw. Unfortunately way back in the woods at the base of a lonely mountain no one heard me. One of the dinges got mad at me and shoved his prick in my mouth. It was uncircumcised. It had some foul smelling stuff all around it. I cringed in terror as he shoved it down my throat."
"Suck my big black prick!" Elias giggled. "Suck my big black stud horse - baby! You haven't done anything - chick - unless you've sucked a black dick. Like it good. Run your tongue over the head. Push my uncircumcised hood back and forth with your tongue. Lick my piss hole. Suck it in. Suck the fire out of it!"
"I was afraid not to obey him . . ," Carla gasped. "Charlie was pumping away in my vagina. All of a sudden he shot his load. Elias mounted my face and was fucking away in my mouth. His balls rested against my chin whacking sharply as I tongued his pulsating phallus. My jaws ached. I thought he would never come."
"The next prick shoved down my throat was a real weirdo . . ," Carla ranted. "It felt like it had pebbles under the flesh. No kidding. There were large rough bumps all up and down the surface and the underside of that dong! Hard bumps like tiny pebbles imbedded in the penis!"
"Cosmo's got a real unusual prong - baby!" Elias laughed, pinching my thighs. "He's gouged holes in his dink and put small pebbles there, securing them until the skin grows over them. Cosmo's a weirdo - baby! He's got stones and rocks under his flesh. Claims his girlfriends turn on more to the friction against their vaginal walls! Do you dig his stoney prick - kid!"
Cosmo's a real gone daddy," Samson laughed unleashing his own black leathery penis. "He lets yellow jackets sting the head of his joint. Sits in the woods and smears honey all over his meat-stick. Then slaps the bees so they'll sting him. Then, man, his joint swells the size of a man with elephantitis. He used to get almost too big to go in any girls cunt. As he moves his prick in and out he gets the wildest sensations! Cosmo switched from bees to stones though - claims his gals like them better! Man - he got an infection once and almost died!"
"I didn't taste the stony prick until about midnight," Carla rasped. "I was sore and aching from the angry pricks that violated me. Those wild savages shoved their pricks in my eyes, my nose and my ears. One guy shot his juice in my ear and it sloshed around inside. Another black youth shot his load in my hair. He rubbed it all over my face. I screamed. I cried. That was when Cosmo mounted me and gave me a private sample of his stony prick. But first Charlie held my head back and poured some of that mountain juice down my throat."
"After a while I lost some of my fear ..." Carla gasped. "Cosmo moved on top of me sucking and feeling my breasts first. They were red and soar from being handled so much. Cosmo inched that stony prick towards me. He thrust hard. All of a sudden I felt those rough stones rubbing against my vaginal lips. It felt weird as he began pumping that stony prick in and out of me!"
"Come on - honey ..." Cosmo groaned, "get with me!"
"Cosmo began working harder than any of the others to make me feel some thrill of response. Cosmo shoved his hands under my buttocks. He drew my frightened body against his, mashing his penis deep inside of me."
"Come on - baby - fuck with your big black daddy!"
"Oh - no!" I gasped, feeling some forced thrill of response. "God - no! Oh - you're hurting me!"
"Suck me deep - sugar!" Cosmo grinned, reaming his cock inside me. "Do it right, baby. Love your daddy tonight."
"I don't recall if it was the whisky or the stones in his prick . . ," Carla stuttered, as if unable to continue her story, "but somehow Cosmo made me feel some thrill of sensual response. Maybe he just knew how to fuck better than the rest of them. I lay there feeling my vaginal muscles responding with hard grabs at his thrusting joint. Cosmo seemed to last forever. He got our genitals mashed tight together, so there was not an inch of space between us. One of those stones or something must have been rubbing my clitoris because I began pounding towards him - drawing him deeper inside!"
"Suck him in - white trash!" Calvin shouted. "Let him fill you with a thousand black babies."
"I had forgotten about the pregnancy hazard," Carla noted. "It was one of my off days. I went by the rhythm method when Frank was home. According to my chart it would have been one of my infertile periods. I prayed my guess was right. I couldn't help but wrap my legs around Cosmo's tight black jeans as he thrust that prick-dagger deep inside me. I lunged forward to meet his conquering phallus."
"OWWWW ... oh - don't make me want it!" I screamed. "Oh - no - oh - gawd. Fuck me! OHOOOOO!"
"Fuck her - black boy!" Charlie roared with laughter. "Fuck her like she's never been fucked before."
"Cosmo almost drove me out of my mind. I think now it was the ungodly combination of the whisky and his rough penis moving about inside of me. Anyway I threw back my head, rolled my eyes and screamed out in passion like some jungle wife. I felt the fluid ooze deep inside of me. I guess it had been a very long time since I had enjoyed a climax anyway. My desire exploded like some dam overflowing. I closed my eyes and lost awareness of the color of my attacker. Cosmo poured his spewing penis into me and made me experience multiple orgasms."
"After Cosmo this black named Morgan climbed on me. Charlie made me swallow some more of the mountain juice first. I felt my head spinning, and my body was on fire from the booze. Between my thighs I was wet with my come and their black juice. Four black youths had raped me and spewed their orgasm inside of me. After they saw that I enjoyed some of it they became less cruel and more willing to please me."
"The only one who really hurt me was Charlie," Carla affirmed, fixing her gaze out my open office window. "If he hadn't done what he did I might not have ended up in this office. When the rest of the guys shot their loads in my cunt and mouth Charlie straddled me like some cowboy tying a wayward calf. He turned me over, mercilessly jerking on my aching arms. Then Charlie spit on that huge ebony prick of his. He jerked his jack-hammer a few times. Charlie shot it roughly between the cheeks of my ass! I felt it pound against my tight sphincter. I felt Charlie shoving with all of his might."
"To hell with making love to her - you jerks!" Charlie hissed through stained yellow teeth. "I want to make her feel some pain. Think of what her kind did to Samantha Grey. Then see if you find her so damn desirable. We ought to split her wide open from end to end!"
"Charlie pounded his angry cock into my ass. He shot into my anus. He literally tore into my tender flesh. I screamed out until another boy shoved a prick into my mouth to shut me up. I was laying downward with my face mashed into the leaves. I was screaming. Duke, the smallest negro, pulled my hair and slid his thin legs around my neck. He made me chew on his dick!"
"Eat it - baby!" Duke grinned, enjoying my pain. "It will give you something to bite on while Charlie sodomizes you! If you bite it hard - so help me gawd - I'll shove my fingernails so far into your fuckin' eyeballs that your brain will stand up and pop out your ears!"
"I was terrified . . . ," Carla gasped. "Up until then I had managed to feel some small thrill of response. But with Charlie ripping his huge cock in and out of my ass and Duke forcing me to fellate him without screaming or biting well - it was just too much! After he spewed his load into my mouth I began screaming like a mad woman!"
"No . . . god . . . no!" I raved. "You're killing me! God - you're killing me! Please let me go! Fiends! All of you - fiends! Ahaaaaa . . . ahhhhhaaaaa . . . ahhhhhaaaaaa!"
"Suddenly when my eyes turned to glassy marbles and my stare became fixed and I did nothing but scream like I had gone insane the nine negro youths simultaneously zipped up their pants. They knew they had pushed me beyond my limits and that I was very close to loosing my mind. I guess they knew they had gotten ample revenge for Samantha Grey.
As Calvin walked by me he looked at me as if I was some kind of pathetic sub-human species.
"Sorry - kid!" Calvin whispered, striding past me. "But we needed a victim! We'll call Edwin Alberts and tell him where you are. I hope for your sake he doesn't try to rape you when he sees you naked. But then I don't know what else you'd expect from a dirty white pig."
"Play it cool - kid! "Cosmo grinned. "You'll be back home in your own crib soon! Tell Eddie not to sick the pigs on us or there may be other victims. Just tell him we got an 'eye for an eye'. And tell him from now on he'd better leave black women alone or he may find himself gang raped. I'd love to skid over his balls on my cycle. Bye - kid!"
"The youth named Calvin jerked my hands up behind me ..." Carla noted. "He tied my hands with his belt. Then he pulled this wad of rawhide out of his jeans pockets. He tied me to a stout pine tree. Calvin glanced down at my dirty, defiled body. He spat at me. His wad of spittle ran down between my breasts."
"So long - kid!" Calvin grinned. "Next time you'd better look in the back seat of your car. 'Cause we got it in for you white chicks. And for that boss man of yours who thinks he can fuck nigger girls and then fire them! I heard Avery talkin' about puttin' a firecracker up his ass. And freezing his balls with ice cubes. Man - all of you better listen - 'cause Avery can be a mean customer. Your boss man better stand clear and keep his fingers playin' with his own marbles."
"As I broke out in uncontrollable sobs," Carla related, "Cosmo winked. Then he ran to his cycle."
"If you tell your story to the fuzz ..." Cosmo paused, momentarily, "don't forget to tell them how much you enjoyed the first part. I made you like it - baby! A black man made your white cunt turn inside out with passion. Don't ever forget it. Maybe you'll even have yourself a black baby who knows?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history shows the traumatic effect that a gang rape incident performed by all black members against a white woman can have. Carla told me that after an hour of cringing and sobbing her employer Edwin Alberts came to her rescue escorted by a small armed squad of policemen.
Carla related that she was taken to headquarters for a medical examination. Later she tried to identify her attackers. She glanced through the photographs of known young black criminals. She was able to identify two of her attackers.
The incident of rape-revenge of a lone white woman by nine black motorcycle attackers caused such a scandal that Edwin Alberts gave up his job and moved out of town. Carla noted that she was unable to return to work because of her nervous condition which resulted in insomnia followed by horrible daydreams and fantasies about black rapists. These fantasies plagued her night and day. Carla confessed to me she never wrote to her husband about what had happened. It was only after tests proved that she was not pregnant from the 'gang bang' that Carla's condition became less noticeable.
Carla was deeply distressed when she consulted me. Undoubtedly Carla will be undergoing analysis for some time because of this unfortunate incident. The motive is clearly one of vengeance carried out by the black rapists against one lone white woman. Many attacks of black men against white women involve the unleashing of feelings of hatred and hostile resentment.
As author Roger Blake notes in SEX IN BLACK AND WHITE, Volume I . . .
"The love-hate factor certainly plays an important part - if seldom recognized - part in many Negro-Caucasian relations in North America; particularly in the United States."
Where race relations are forced the motive often is revenge.
In SEX IN BLACK AND WHITE author Roger Blake notes . . .
"Sex is often used as an outlet for frustrations and angers. Thus, the black male who copulates with a white woman is performing an act of aggression against the oppressive white race. He is wreaking vengeance."
Due to the fact that the black youths felt they had a motive, which they felt justified their attack upon Carla, Carla found herself the unsuspecting victim of a black mob's wrath. Unfortunately the person directly responsible for the situation remained untouched. And one helpless white woman who had nothing to do with the chain of events was harmed in a manner that she may never be able to forget.
Many black youths find raping helpless white women an enjoyable 'sport'. Many such gang rapists travel in gangs on motorcycles. To date only two members of the cycle gang have been arrested.
Meanwhile Carla is undergoing analysis in the hopes she may be able to tell her husband of the horrible event when he comes home.
At the weaving mill women are now working daytime shifts and men the night shifts in hopes of discouraging further incidents of black mob violence. Hopefully Carla will be the only victim of their mob wrath.
CHAPTER FIVE: Lovers Lane Scavengers
On the night of July 6, 1970 when the brightness of the moon seemed to be hidden behind a cloud, pert and attractive Patty Carter, a girl with beautiful soft blue eyes and a wide smile thought the most important moment of her life was close at hand. Patty sat quietly beside her tall and handsome boyfriend, Raymond Asbury, aged 26, who had just been appointed regional manager of his insurance firm.
It had been a night of festive celebration for both youngsters. Ray had taken her to dinner. Then they had gone dancing. Ray and Patty had drank a little too much. Ray had promised a 'big surprise' when he phoned her. Patty thought for sure Ray would ask her for her hand in marriage and place an engagement ring on her finger that night. That was one reason she sat so quietly, in awesome anticipation of the event.
"Why are you so quiet - honey?" Ray questioned. He rubbed a hand through his own reddish-blond hair.
"I feel in a solemn mood tonight..." Patty whispered, noticing how dark and threatening it looked with the moon hidden behind thick clouds.
"Let's detour through Lover's Lane . . ." Ray suggested, feeling the thing that lay silently between his legs suddenly coming to life.
"Just for a few minutes ..." Patty agreed. I've got to be up early for work tomorrow. Our accounts are being audited. I have a lot of over-time work to do!"
Silently Ray spun the small two door coupe off the main highway towards a well-known patch of woods through which a narrow hard surfaced road ran alongside a fire trail that shot upward over the side of the mountain. On the other side of the road a creek ran, always fresh and bubbling with fragrant clear water.
Ray felt the overwhelming temptations of his manly flesh as he wheeled the lightweight car into a small clearing some twenty yards from the creek. Ray fingered the expensive diamond engagement ring in his pocket. He was glad he had been able to afford a handsome set of rings for his bride-to-be. As Ray felt the insistent jab of his penis against his trousers he knew he could not wait much longer for the promise that was his. Ray was thankful Patty was a virgin. However he found her relentless attempts to remain chaste until her wedding night sometimes overwhelmingly painful.
Ray slid beside Patty in the front seat. Ray was cautious about approaching her, realizing the romantic setting and the creation of an intimate mood would lower her resistance quicker than a hasty attack.
Patty placed her small fingers against Ray's thigh. She loved it when Ray held her in his arms and kissed her ever so gently, silently nudging his tongue between her soft lips. It made goose-pimples spring up all over her flesh. As Ray mashed his lips against hers Patty felt herself returning the eager embrace.
"Honey ... I want ... to . . . ask . . . you . . . something ..." Ray whispered, moving his hand in his pocket toward the tiny ring box. "Darling . . . will . . . you . . . marry . . . me . . . soon? ..."
"Oh . . . Ray! ..." Patty exclaimed, embracing the man she loved with all of the fervor she could muster. "You know I will! That's why I've tried to control myself. I want to be pure for you on our wedding night!"
"Honey - if you want to . . ." Ray whispered, stroking Patty's firm thighs, "we - er - we could ..."
"Not until we're married! . . ." Patty sighed, pressing her fingers against his fiery lips. "I love you too much to do it any other way!"
"If you say so . . ." Ray blushed. "But let's make it soon. I can't wait much longer."
Their kiss of consent was so long and passionate that neither Ray nor Patty heard the sound of something thrashing through the bushes just outside their car. Ray was embracing Patty. His stiff cock rubbed against the front of Patty's dress as he attempted to shove down the bulging erection that became so bothersome each time they embraced.
Ray did not hear the turn of the door handle until it was too late. Patty jumped back as if someone had aimed a searchlight at her. Both youngsters were too astonished and surprised to say anything as they glared down the long shining end of a shotgun barrel.
"Hi. . . kids! ..." a ragged, black haired youth grinned through broken teeth. "Shouldn't you be at home in bed? I mean, isn't it a bit late to be out making woo in a dark lovers lane?"
"What do you want?" Ray questioned. His pale face turned red with anger.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," the youth sniggered. He reached out to grab the keys from the ignition. "Don't you think it's kind of dangerous to be out in a place like this after dark? I mean, aren't you afraid some boogie man might get you?"
Ray turned suddenly when he heard three motorcycles speed in behind them. One youth in a black leather jacket brought his chopper to a sliding stop next to the door. He jerked it open.
"Hey - some pretty white thighs for ton huh?" the youth quipped. "My heavens, Ollie, what nice muff you've found for us. And so conveniently located. Why - no one will ever hear you scream near this old abandoned fire trail. You picked just the right spot to accommodate us."
"Please ..." Ray interrupted, "won't you let us go home? If it's money you're after - take my wallet."
"One thing at a time! . . ." the leather clad youth shouted. "First - what's in that tiny box on the dash board?"
The youth nudged the gun towards the box.
"Patty and I just became engaged ..." Ray answered, displaying fear for their lives. "We haven't done anything to you guys. Won't you please leave us alone?"
"What a damn stupid question. Give us those rings!" the older youth hissed through sensual lips. "What do you think we're doing out here? Spotting deer? We're four horny hoods who need a little sex action - baby. We figured the best place to pick up some hot dame was at a secluded Lovers Lane. Welcome to our group. I'm Moose!"
"And I'm Carl," the sandy haired youth gasped. Carl automatically moved his hand to the small caliber gun in his holster.
"I'm Mark ..." a pock-marked youth smiled from under thick bushy brown hair. "We're out to have some clean honest fun. We'll let you go when we get done with you. Don't sweat it - man!"
Ollie jerked the car door open. Ollie pulled Patty by her arm from the front seat. Patty tried to resist Ollie's grip. Patty mashed her fist against his cruel "No . . . NOOOOOO!" Patty screamed. "Leave me alone - please!"
Ray sprang from the front seat. Ray grappled with a tall muscular youth. He shoved Moose from his cycle. Both youths fell to the ground. They fought in the leaves. Patty fought with the black haired Ollie. She ripped her sharp fingernails down his cheek. Patty heard Ray scream out in pain. Carl and Mark rushed to Moose's assistance. Patty heard the angry sounds of pummeling fists. Patty watched three youths carry Ray spread-legged from the side of the road. Patty saw an angry gush of blood pouring down Ray's chin.
"Oh - you beasts!" Patty screamed. She tore at Ollie. "You've hurt him!"
Moose and Carl jerked Ray to his feet. They forced Ray up against a tall pine tree. Moose reached down to untie the rawhide strings from his lace-up leather boots. Moose wrapped the rawhide strings around Ray's hands. He secured them firmly behind the tree.
Patty was terrified as Ollie pushed his full sensual lips against hers. Ollie tore at Patty's clothing. He pulled her skirt from her body. Ray lay with his head against his chest, shaking it as if to regain consciousness.
By the time Ray regained his senses Ollie had Patty down in the grass. He and Moose tore her panties from her body while Carl unfastened her bra.
"Cute little thing - isn't she?" Moose laughed. "She looks so damn innocent. God - only a virgin would fight with such fury!"
"She is a virgin!" Ray spat, angrily. "Won't you leave her alone? What kind of beasts are you to scare a clean girl half to death?"
"Just want to teach the little lady the facts of life," Moose sniggered, looping his fingers through the leather belt. "Seems you've had enough chances. I doubt you're man enough to really take care of her! Maybe you're just one of those sissy guys who tries to cover up for his lack of potency!"
"You're a liar!" Ray screamed. "A gawd damned liar!"
All of a sudden Moose and Carl moved towards Ray. They had wide grins on their faces. Moose pushed Ray's head back against the tree.
"What kind of guy are you - baby?" Moose taunted, suddenly pressing his cruel lips against Ray's soft mouth. "Do you like the way a guy kisses you - huh?"
Mark and Ollie laughed while undressing Patty. Moose jammed his thick tongue half-way down Ray's throat. Ray fought but there was little he could do to prevent the attack.
"Let me unzip it - baby!" Carl laughed. "Maybe you'd like for me to suck it for you!"
Carl unzipped Ray's frightened penis. Moose held him. Carl pulled the limp object out. He jeered at it in front of everyone. In the darkness Patty could glimpse Carl holding out his open switch-blade underneath Ray's limp member.
"Baby - ask me to suck it!" Carl laughed. "Or else - I'll cut the damn thing off. Come on - honey. Ask me to fellate your nice soft prick. I can make it hard. Just beg me!"
Ray almost fainted as he felt the cold pressure of the hard steel against his bloodless penis. Ray was terrified that the youth meant to relieve him of his manhood. Ray could not bear the thoughts of what Carl had asked him to do. Yet he knew it would be better to cooperate than perhaps be maimed for life.
"No ..." Ray gasped, feeling his testicles practically withdraw into his body. "Go ahead - suck me! Oh . . . suck me. But - please - gawd - leave my manhood alone!"
"You ain't got no manhood - pussy boy!" Carl tittered. "No man would allow some guy to blow him. Maybe I can even make you like it!"
Carl stooped down on his knees in the thick pile of leaves. Carl held out the lifeless penis. Carl's rough angry lips circled the penis. Carl's tongue circled the corona. His lips moved down over the shaft. Carl began moving his cheeks in and out. His tongue touched the tiny piss-hole. He sucked hard.
"Oh - Noooo!" Ray groaned. "You're hurting me!" Ray screamed as he felt tenacious teeth biting into his tender flesh.
"Enjoy it - baby!, Carl laughed. "It won't hurt much!"
The three remaining motorcycle youths laughed as Carl swallowed the shaft of the penis. It began to grow in Carl's mouth in spite of Ray's terror. Ray closed his eyes as the youth performed a profane and perverse act upon him. Ray groaned as he felt his seed preparing to spew from deep inside his body.
Carl lifted Ray's thin tee shirt. Carl pushed the penis upward as it spewed. The hot creamy liquid shot all over Ray's firm abdomen. Ray looked utterly humiliated.
"Now for your lady friend," Moose jeered. "Since you say Patty's such a shy virgin maybe it would be interesting to suck her long enough to break her cherry. I love sucking a virgin cunt! I hope you don't mind. But I just can't resist such a lust temptation of the flesh."
"Gawd - NOOOOO!" Ray screamed. "Leave her alone!!"
Carl lifted Ray's deflated penis.' Carl pressed the cold hard steel of his knife against the sagging member.
Moose pushed Mark aside from above Patty's body. Mark had been intimately fondling Patty's soft breasts. Mark had sucked those soft pliable nipples to a stiff erection. Mark resented Moose's sudden take over.
"Blast off - buddy! ..." Moose growled. "The big SUCKER is on the scene now! To relieve a chaste virgin of her hymen! My tongue's long enough to unburden even the most resisting cherub of her pubic treasure!"
Moose stared at the cunt. He made a profane gesture of bowing towards it as if in worship.
"Oh - holy pudenda!" Moose laughed. "You are about to yield to a MAN! Prepare yourself for the onslaught of my tongue!"
Patty tried to scream and fight as Moose moved his filthy lips over her pubic mound. Patty saw Ray staring at her with a helpless kind of fury. Patty covered her eyes with the back of her hand as fleshy thighs.
"Ohoo - noooooo!" Patty gasped. "Oh nooooo!"
"Oh - YES - baby!!" Moose jeered. "Oh -YES!"
Patty was speechless as Moose moved his lips over her ripe clitoral bud. Patty recalled she had masturbated quite often after her heavy dates with Ray. She had known for a long while that her clitoris was much more sensitive and responsive than her almost nerveless vagina.
The way Moose was moving his lips over her clitoris, orally masturbating it with his sizzling tongue, was driving Patty nearly out of her mind. Patty fought the sharp waves of sensual pleasure that overwhelmed her. Moose kept flicking his stiff tongue back and forth over her nodular bud until it swelled and stood out like a miniature penis. Patty could feel the cream pouring out from inside her. Patty waited for the tongue to be shot into her vagina.
"You're HOT enough now - baby!" Moose grinned, lapping her bartholin secretions. "Now to relieve you of your cherry!"
Patty felt the sharp oral spear thrust deep inside her. Patty stiffened to the hard jab of Moose's tongue. She felt the mouth of her captor move over her genitals. She felt lips and teeth suckin_ and biting at her labia majora. Patty felt the weird sucking sensations as Moose created a vacuum inside her. Patty felt the tongue probing deeper. The sucking noises became louder. She could feel the pressure being exerted against her hymen.
"Oh - Noooooo!" Patty screamed, rolling her eyes far back in her head. "Oh - please - leave me alone!"
Moose began copulating her vagina with his stiff tongue. It moved like a silent phallus inside of her, lusting and raping her soft virgin flesh. Patty felt the hard pull against her hymen. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before Moose actually ruptured her with his mouth.
Patty felt the tongue jab deep into her vagina. She was in dreadful pain. Patty twisted and turned as the suction continued to grow stronger and more intense.
Patty lay there, on the verge of tears, bracing herself for the terrible thing she knew was about to happen.
"Yeow ..." Patty screamed. "Owww - it hurts - nooooo!"
All of a sudden Patty felt something rupturing. Like lightning ripping through the gossamer veil of a storm cloud. Patty felt the blood pour from her soar wound. Moose moved away and watched the virgin blood pour on the cold dry leaves.
"I did it!" Moose laughed. "That's the third cherry I've broken with my mouth. Quite a record, huh? Virgins are hard to find these days, you know?"
Moose moved back to allow Ollie to approach the frightened girl that lay cringing in the leaves. Ollie unzipped himself. He brandished a frightfully huge phallus in front of the girl's terrified eyes.
"Make room for this - sugar!" Ollie grinned. "You're woman enough now to take it all!
Patty cried out as Ollie fell on top of her. Patty felt the hard thrust of his sexual member moving into her bleeding womb. Patty could not escape the rough hands that held her captive beneath the plunging penis.
Ollie began pumping into her torn flesh. Patty screamed. Patty dug her fingernails into Ollie's stiff leather jacket. Patty tried not to cry. But the pain was unbearable. Then the sharp thrusting motions began to turn to sharp waves of pleasure. Patty felt herself rising to meet that hard angry thing.
"Like it - baby?" Ollie whispered, kissing her ear lobes.
"Owwww - www!" Patty gasped, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure. "Ummmmm . . . owww ... ahhhhaaaaa . . .!"
Ollie drove his prick deep inside her. Ollie took his time to thrust the member in a deep pulsating rhythm that made the lust fires in her body spread as hot as the eternal fires of damnation. Patty could not help but meet the thrusts. Patty squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly against the prick that impaled her. She began meeting the rhythmic tempo with her own passioned mating call. Her body became soft and yielding as it whipped up and down to the furious mating dance.
"Oh-ooooo ..." Patty cried. "OH-OOOO!"
"Do it with me! . . ." Ollie cheered, covering her voluptuous lips with his own.
Their tongues clashed like two snakes in battle. Ollie sucked the fragrant tongue of the girl laying beneath him. Ollie plied Patty with further proof of his passion. Patty no longer objected. She and Ray had been drinking as they danced. Perhaps it was the slow effect of the whisky that made her relax and accept her ravishment with such eager abandon. Perhaps it was the whisky and not her desire that made her cry out and dig her fingernails into her violator's jacket. Whatever the explanation Ray was sickened by the passioned cries of Patty's pleasure.
"Sock it to me - sugar!" Ollie gasped. Ollie rubbed his stubble of a beard against her soft cheeks. "Suck my cock into your womb. SUCK IT!"
Patty was overwhelmed by the wonderful thing happening to her. Patty felt her own orgasm spewing just as Ollie shot his load into her. They clung together. Patty could not hold back the scream of pleasure that overcame her.
Mark pulled Ray away from the pine tree. Mark pushed Ray down on top of his financee. Mark released Ray's bonds. Mark separated them and then told Patty to suck Ray's limp organ. Patty became frightened when Moose flashed the knife at her. Patty moved down between Ray's legs. Patty felt sickened by the look on Ray's face. Patty closed her eyes. Her fingers sought the limp penis and drew it towards her mouth. Patty began sucking and lashing her tongue back and forth over the circumcised cock as she was told to do. Patty felt the member growing hard in her mouth. Patty and Ray grasped each other's hands in a reaffirmation of their love for one another. Patty sucked Ray's cock until it poured out hot and potent fluid. Patty sucked it as proof of love for Ray.
"Now suck mine - baby!" Moose demanded. He pulled Ray to his feet. Mark escorted Ray back to the pine tree. He tied him.
"Your wife's going to make a pretty damned good cock sucker," Mark teased. "She's got very passionate lips. I hope she doesn't catch V.D. from us. We haven't been too choicy about who we've been sleeping around with lately. Nothing a good shot of penicillin won't cure - though!"
Moose stood in front of Patty. He swaggered as he held out his pulsating prick. It was all pink and hard. Patty did not move away to avoid the cock that was thrust towards her lips. Patty was frightened. She knew escape lay in cooperation. She did not want to end up mutilated in a shallow grave. Nor did she want any harm to come to Ray. Inside Patty was just as frightened as any girl could be.
Moose drove his hard sex down her throat. He almost choked Patty as he shot out his huge wad of passion juice. Patty quietly swallowed it. She hoped she did not get pregnant from the gang rape. Patty became even more frightened.
Mark passed around a bottle of booze. All of the youths drank freely. They poured some down Ray's throat. One of the youths noted that Ray was crying as he lay lashed to the pine trees. The youths laughed at his tears. Patty felt humiliated. Her heart burned with hatred. Hands moved over her body violating every inch of her flesh. Patty did not resist. She was too overcome with shame and resignation to mind what they did to her.
When Moose and Carl jammed their tools against her from the front and back at the same time Patty did not move. She lay there like a piece of dead stone. When Moose burst into her vagina and Carl pounded into her tight resistant anus, after greasing down his thin prong with vaseline, Patty did not cry even when the pain became unbearable. Patty bit her own tongue to hold back the cries of horror as both pricks shot into her body fighting for supremacy inside her tender flesh.
Moose and Carl tried to arouse her together. Patty felt some essential part of herself become deadened to the pain. Moose and Carl pumped and pummeled. They tore at her breasts in rebellion. They were discouraged to find they could not arouse her no matter how hard they pumped. Patty could not respond. She could see Ray crying. She had deadened some part of herself which knew pleasure and pain. Patty lay there, helpless, like some animal being offered up in sacrifice.
Both youths spat as they shot their wads of joy juice into her. Patty did not respond. Mark and Ollie mounted her from the front and the rear and violated her flesh. They rammed their ramrods deep. Patty did not even respond even though she knew she might have been aroused.
"I've gotten more response from a fat cow," Ollie jabbered, making fun of her cold neglect. "Maybe it's time we turned the pair of love birds loose to feather their nest. It seems we've taught them something about sex! I hope something more interesting comes this way so we can have a good gang-fuck!"
"If there's anything I hate ..." Moose jabbered, "wors'n cold coffee in the morning - it's a damn cold cunt!"
Moose ripped out his knife. He made Patty promise not to tell the police. All of the cyclists pulled back. They mounted their noisy motorcycles. They roared the motors. Moose grabbed Patty by the mouth. He planted a wet kiss on her lips.
"You turned on a while-babe!" Moose laughed. "Don't forget it. You'll make this guy a good wife. Lucky bum. And he ain't even got brains enough to lift his damn prick around you. Good luck - and good humpin!"
Patty crawled through the dry leaves on hands and knees. She watched the members of the cycle gang speed away under the protective darkness. Patty sobbed in pain. She untied the tight ropes that held Ray captive.
Ray reached down to embrace Patty. Patty buried her head in his abdomen. She ignored the presence of his stiffening penis.
"Don't worry-honey!" Ray exclaimed, kneeling beside her in the leaves. "I'm with you all the way. This doesn't change my feelings for you the least bit. If anything it's only made me love you more!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history shows how gang rapists often lurk near secluded Lover's Lanes with the intentions of waylaying an attractive couple whom they may overpower during the late hours of the night. It is quite well known to police officers that peeping-toms and other sexual deviated individuals often frequent such secluded lovers retreats in the hopes of witnessing an act of sexual union.
What is becoming more and more common is the occurrence of sexual violence inflicted on adults and adolescents who happen to frequent such secluded places. Because many adolescents may not have access to a private apartment and cannot afford a motel the only recourse they have is to go to secluded spots which become popularly known as 'Lovers Lanes'.
Such habits are often dangerous. Yet the strong passions of youth most often require release. At remote Lovers Lanes heavy petting and sometimes even sexual intercourse take place. While abandoned to lusty passions a lone boy and girl often make convenient targets for depraved murderers and rapists. Many such incidents have been reported to the police. Numerous arrests have been made.
In this case, however, Patty was so overcome with remorse that she thought it imperative to consult a psychiatrist. Patty admitted she could not bring herself to report the incident to police because of the wide publicity it might be given.
"It's bad enough that it happened ..." Patty sobbed, "without letting it become public knowledge!"
Patty is probably right. Such events are traumatic enough without being given public attention. Patty did not want to go through a court testimony at which time she might have had to relate all the gruesome events of the group 'gang bang'. Patty found the whole thing too shocking to confess to anyone but a psychiatrist.
The rapists all seemed to be violent sexual sadists who gained release through gang violence.
In SADISM, author L.T. Woodward, M.D., notes . . .
"Abnormal cruelty on the part of a human being is the sexual perversion termed sadist manifestations of which involve such things as flogging or mutilation or otherwise inflicting pain on the sexual partner. This perversion, also known as algolagnia, is a pathological condition which indicates some deep sexual maladjustments."
Most rapists are deviate individuals whose sexual impulses flow along abnormal channels. In SEX FIEND author L.T. Woodward notes . . .
"In a frighteningly large number of people, the sex impulse does not receive healthy gratification. It is channeled into other, darker pathways, far from that of honest love of man for woman, woman for man, which is its true fulfillment. It becomes a compulsive force that can transform human beings into monsters. It bursts out, uncontrollable, carrying people to destruction."
Those who have been 'gang raped' by such monsters often find they need psychiatric help. Such incidents are not quickly forgotten. However, unless such assaults are reported to police the criminals will continue to run at large and another innocent and unsuspecting couple may find themselves the unwilling victims of 'gang rape'.
CHAPTER SIX: The Lonely Babysitter
Young and ravishing Amber Johnson, a striking, almost statuesque redhead of twenty-seven, found the long nights alone almost intolerably boring. For the last six months, since her husband had returned to active duty overseas, Amber had sat alone watching television and desperately wishing that the next few months would pass by quickly. Amber did not know when her husband would be home. She only knew one thing. She loved Duke Johnson more than she had ever loved anything in her life. She thought of her tall muscular husband who had been teaching Karate at a nearby studio until he was called back to overseas duty. Amber missed that husky brute of a man. Especially during the long nights when there was nothing to do and no one to talk to.
For a long while Amber had thought she would loose her mind. She spent long evenings writing terribly passionate letters to her husband overseas. Even writing to Duke, the weight of her loneliness was overwhelming. That was when Amber made up her mind to occupy her time with babysitting. At least being around young children would take more personal problems off her mind. Though Amber had no children of her own, after two years of marriage, she loved the mischievous pranks that children often play. More than anything else, Amber reflected, she wished Duke had been able to get her pregnant and leave some important part of himself behind.
For the first few months Amber found babysitting exciting and full of unexpected thrills, Amber left her modern furnished four room apartment each day, sometimes on the bus, and sometimes in the car when the people cared enough to come pick her up and bring her home. Always Amber carried a notebook, pencil, envelopes and a framed picture of her husband with her.
Many nights when the children were fast asleep, Amber sat alone listening to the mournful wail of the T.V. commercials, swiftly scrawling long passionate and lonely letters to Duke. Somehow she could create new worlds with her pen. Sometimes Amber became so involved that she could almost see Duke stooping over to come in the doorway. That was when her letters became stained with tears.
Amber was one of the few soldier's wives who never gave a thought to being unfaithful. Sadly, Amber confessed, she was coming to rely heavily on masturbation. Sometimes as she wrote the long lonely letters she would draw the drapes in the living room and silently finger between her moist thighs.
Amber found many sitting jobs open in her area. She was glad that good sitters were hard to find. It gave her more opportunity to stay busy and to earn some spare money for herself. When she was at home during the day Amber sewed new fashions on the expensive sewing machine that had been Duke's second wedding anniversary present to her.
On the night of February 7, 1969 Amber Johnson sat at the highly polished Chippendale desk at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Phelps. As Amber bent over the desk she noticed that her bra strap was loose. It was aggravating to have to reach up under her sweater to fasten it. Amber felt the pendulous weight of her breasts when the clasp came loose. Amber longed for hard masculine hands to hold her and caress those aching tits that had been neglected for so long. But in all of her dreams of fulfillment Duke had always been the man that Amber craved to fill her sensual desires.
It was snowing outside. The wind was howling furiously. Amber could hear the loud cry of the pane glass as it trembled in the window frames. Even with a warm fire roaring in the open fireplace Amber felt cold and alone.
Amber glanced at her watch. It was almost time for the eleven o'clock news. Amber knew that Mr. and Mrs. Phelps would not be home until sometime around four in the morning. If the storm kept up, Amber reflected, they might not come home until very late in the day when the sun had melted some of the snow from the highways.
Amber was thoroughly shocked to hear the sound of heavy pounding on the door. She heard the soft oriental chimes of the doorbell. She knew someone was outside. Amber pushed back the antique Captain's chair and padded in bare feet across the thick red pile carpet.
Gazing through the round 'peep hole', a round almost binocular type device which permitted her to look outside, Amber saw a tall boy with an expensive sheep-skin coat pulled up high around his cheeks. He was pressing the buzzer with an almost insane kind of urgency. Normally Amber would not have opened the door under any circumstances but considering the weather and the fact that a car was stuck outside trying to climb up the steep hill Amber pulled back the thick protective lock-bolt.
"Sorry to bother you - lady ..." a tall clean-shaven youth smiled. "But may I use your phone? I've got to have my girlfriend home by eleven. As you can see we seem to be stuck outside. I'd like to tell her folks we'll be late. If you don't mind."
Amber allowed the tall well-dressed youth to enter the house. The boy, who was blond and in his late teens, shook the snow from his jacket as he apologized for the inconvenience. Amber stared at the lone figure in the skidding car. She could not tell if "it was a man or a woman because of the hood pulled up over the persons head. Amber ushered the tall youth towards the phone.
The boy began to dial the number. He seemed to forget the last two digits. Amber watched as the youth thrust his hand down into his coat pocket to locate the number. Amber was thoroughly shocked and surprised when she found herself staring down the highly polished black muzzle of a small hand gun.
"Okay - baby!" the youth grinned, suddenly relaxing his formal pose, "let's go to the basement and let my associates in. You go ahead of me. No funny business. This thing is loaded - don't you know?"
Amber trembled even though she was wearing a thick fuzzy blue sweater she had found hanging in the closet. Amber heard the youth's heavy footsteps behind her as she turned on the light in the basement.
Amber opened the garage door. She found three other hooded youths staring at her with cool angry eyes. Amber moved back to allow the three youths to enter.
"Sorry to bother you - sugar!" a stocky built boy with long old-fashioned sideburns laughed. "But we're not waiting outside in this storm. We're on our way home from a basketball game. We haven't got any chains. Maybe these dudes got some around the garage somewhere. After a brief search the youth located a bag of chains.
"Just the right size, too!" Reed, an orange-haired youth, with a plethora of small brown freckles, smiled. "Roll that buggy in here and let's get these things on. Then we can make a quick escape!"
One of the youths with thick brown hair, bushy eyebrows and thick horn-rimmed glasses opened the garage door. He signaled the car to enter. Keith held the hand gun on Amber as the two other youths, Hugo and Spence, began fastening on the chains.
"She'll pull like a tank now ..." Hugo grinned, touching his long sideburns. "Those chains look as if they've never been used."
"What do you want?" Amber gasped, noticing the bold stares at her ripe flesh.
"Shelter from the storm - lady!" Keith laughed. "We know you're just the sitter. Mr. Phelps won't be home for hours. Maybe we can have some fun together - lady. Where's your husband?"
"Upstairs ..." Amber lied.
"She's fibbing..." Keith interrupted. "I've been upstairs. She's alone. The kid's in bed. Snoring like a rock."
Keith went upstairs first to make sure all of the shades and blinds were drawn. Three of the youths squatted in front of the open fireplace. Keith made them take off their boots so as not to track up the carpet.
"Hey - you guys . . ," Hugo laughed, "read this mushy letter! God - she's got it, bad for some cat overseas. It says here she can't live without him and that the nights alone are so lonely she doesn't know what to do with herself."
"Masturbate - sugar!" Spence sniggered. He grabbed at the intimate letter.
"Leave that alone!" Amber screamed. She tried to pull free of Keith's grasp.
"Holy - damn! . . ." Hugo giggled. "She says she wakes up screaming and clinging to his pillow whispering . . . Duke . . . Duke . . . Duke. Hmmmm - I bet she cries 'dick . . . dick . . . dick.' "
"God - baby," Hugo laughed. He stroked the front of his tan trousers indicating the noticeable bulge beneath. "You must need it bad - sugar! Can we help you out in the SEX department?"
"I don't want anyone but my husband . . ." Amber cried. "Leave me alone!"
"Ooh - poor neglected little wife," Reed teased, moving his hand towards his groin. "I've got something in here that might make you forget that your man's so far away!"
"Please . . . ," Amber sobbed, suddenly realizing her helplessness. "Leave me alone!
"Gee . . . baby . . . you're pretty," Spence laughed. "The four of us guys could really turn on with a dame like you. Since you're so damn lonely why don't you let us show you a good time?"
Suddenly Amber recalled a newspaper story not yet a month old about four youths who had broken in and raped a lonely babysitter who happened to be keeping the midnight vigil in a well known section of town. Amber recalled having read something about theft, rape and robbery. Suddenly Amber feared for her life.
"You look like you know us . . ." Hugo laughed. "Like maybe you're linking us with that story in the papers three weeks ago. Would it come as a surprise if we told you we were the same bunch?"
Amber remained silent as Hugo approached her visibly rubbing the firm bulge in the front of his pants. Hugo licked his upper lip in a sensual manner as he approached her with his middle finger extended in a profane gesture.
"Babysitters are our prime targets," Hugo laughed. "For instance we got this address from a card at the laundromat advertising for an experienced sitter. Name . . . address . . . phone number. We've watched you a few times. We know what time your employer comes home. Remember the phone call you got about an hour ago asking for Mr. or Mrs. Phelps? That was us. Checking to see if you were alone."
"Oh - NO!" Amber cried. She backed towards the fireplace. Hugo approached her with an insane gleam in his eye. "Please - leave me alone!"
"Reed - you and Spence case the joint upstairs. Pick up some valuables," Hugo laughed. "Keith and I will break her down for some passion games!"
Hugo reached out to embrace Amber. His fleshy hands moved around her waist. He pulled her up firmly against his belly. Hugo clasped his hands behind Amber. He grinned as her fleshy breasts rubbed his chest.
"God - you're a handful!" Hugo groaned. "A real whopping handful!"
Hugo reached out to caress those firm breasts. He moved one hand up under the tight blue sweater. Hugo squeezed those tits after loosening the bra. Amber did not fight. She had nowhere to go since her back was pushed up against the mantel piece. The flaming fire was scorching Amber's legs. She thought she could smell her stockings being burned by the heat.
Hugo mashed his lips against hers. Amber felt the painful bite of his teeth. Amber's mouth opened, her lips parted to admit the probing tongue. Amber felt Hugo sucking her tongue as he manipulated her breasts. Amber felt the rock-hard pressure of his penis against her skirt. She felt Hugo moving his whole body in sensual gyrations. "Don't I make you want it - baby?" Amber remained speechless. She felt those hot lips sucking her ear lobes. She knew that the lobes of her ears were unusually long. Duke had always teased her about how women with long lobes were supposed to be extra-passionate. Sometimes, Amber recollected, Duke had sucked her ears like he sometimes sucked her clitoris when he performed cunnilingus on her.
"You're a damned sexy little bitch!" Hugo laughed. He unfastened Amber's skirt.
Amber felt her skirt fall to the floor. Amber felt naked standing in just her panty hose and bra. Hugo removed the bra from her shoulders. Suddenly Hugo's lips moved to the full honey-brown aureoles. Hugo fastened his lips over the firm nipple. Hugo sucked hard. Hugo felt the ripe nipples standing out like over-ripe fruit waiting to be eaten.
Keith, the tall blond haired youth who had first forced admittance moved beside her. Keith pulled down her panty hose, exposing the full fleshy thighs and the pubic mound for inspection. Keith drew in his breath as he stared at the pink pubic lips.
"I bet your hubby loves to get lost in that forest ..." Hugo laughed. "Gawd - what a ripe little cunt!"
Hugo and Keith both dragged Amber towards the couch. They pushed her over the well-padded arm, exposing her buttocks to their inspection. Amber thought for a moment as she struggled that Hugo meant to rape her anus. Amber choked at the thoughts of rectal penetration. It was something she would not even allow her husband to do in his wildest moments of passion.
Amber felt a hot penis being shoved in between her thighs from the rear. She fought until she felt the cock nudging firmly between her vaginal lips. Amber relaxed when she realized her attacker meant to penetrate her normally. Hugo kept pumping his phallus between her thighs from behind. Keith moved his hands to her breasts. He squeezed them. Keith moved his finger to her ripe cunt. He began massaging Amber's very vulnerable clitoris. Amber moaned as she felt herself dually assaulted fore and aft by digit and phallus.
"Come on - honey . . . babe! . . ." Hugo groaned. He shoved his cock in solidly to the hilt. "Get with it-dame!"
Hugo began massaging her breasts as he moved his prick into Amber's vagina from behind. Hugo loves the feeling of his hot testicles mashed up against a pair of soft and fleshy buttocks. Hugo had always been crazy about dames with big asses. Sometimes he liked to jack himself off between a girls flabby buttocks without entering her rectum. Hugo drove deep and hard. He felt the vaginal muscles squeezing down firmly against his cock.
"Bite down hard - kid!" Hugo screamed, thrusting harder. "Give me a good ride! God - I love the feeling of your firm hot ass! I'd rather do it from behind anytime!"
Amber felt herself slowly becoming aroused. She felt Hugo inside her pulsating with desire. Amber felt the heavy flow of her own desire. Amber uttered a sigh of relief as Hugo creamed inside of her.
Amber fought with Keith as he tried to push her down on the couch. Keith squatted over her naked belly. He slapped her face.
"Hold still - damned bitch!" Keith shouted. "Or else I'll pull those bright red nipples off. Lay like a nice dame - while I get the intimate taste of your sex juices in my mouth!"
Hugo held Amber's arms while Keith moved his lips over those firm nipples. Keith sucked one nipple while roughly manipulating the other by hand. Amber felt those burning lips moving down. Amber felt those lips on her abdomen. Amber always got hot whenever a mouth got near her cunt. This time was no exception despite the fact that she did not want to become aroused. Perhaps, Amber thought, she had gone without sexual gratification too long to remain immune to sexual advances.
Keith nudged his tongue back and forth over Amber's clitoris. Keith moved his lips in circular motions, making the body beneath him respond. Keith's tongue was still, like a penis. Keith moved his tongue back and forth over that prominent nodular appendage. Keith sucked on the clitoris, drawing it up between his lips. His tongue moved into the wet slit.
"She digs it - baby!" Hugo cheered. "Give her some more of the same. I have a special treat in store for her once you get her good and hot!"
Keith kept sucking Amber's cunt until it became hot molten liquid. Keith lapped and sucked like a man who had gone wild. Amber tossed back her head, rolled her eyes and thrust her belly upwards towards the face mashed against it.
"Beg for it - baby! ..." Hugo laughed, pathetically, "BEG him for it - baby!"
"Oh - NO!" Amber cried. "SUCK ME!"
Amber began thrashing wildly on the couch. Her belly quivered and her hips moved like ball-bearings. Amber began moving her clitoris up against those teeth that lightly nipped at her clitoris. The tongue shot deep into her womb.
"Suck her off! . . ." Hugo shouted. "Suck her good-BABY!"
Keith continued the shaft and sensual tongue motions inside Amber's vagina. He was ravishing the juice that poured into his mouth. Finally Amber's body grew rigid and then collapsed in a soft wave of sensual release.
"She's almost dry!" Keith grinned. He kissed the slightly indented navel.
Reed and Spence stomped down the stairs with a pillow case full of stolen goods. Spence gave a quick verbal run-down on the quality of the jewelry they had found. Reed went over to the desk where the long tubular light bulb was still burning. Reed turned off the light. Then he unscrewed the tubular bulb. He showed it to Hugo, grinning from ear to ear like some self-masturbating idiot.
"You know what I told you they were good for? ..." Hugo laughed, "so why not use it on our victim?"
'Neat idea - man!" Reed grinned, scratching his itching penis. "Go and get something to grease it down with. Butter - maybe!"
When Hugo came back he had the antique round glass butter dish in his hand. Hugo rubbed the warm light bulb with butter. He watched it melt. Hugo took a big wad of butter on the end of his finger and shoved it deep inside of Amber's ass-hole. Hugo reamed his finger around inside her ass.
"A hot light bulb is known to stretch an unwilling anus ..." Hugo grinned. "It warms that area up and makes it stretch. I'd love to shove my prick in your butt but you'd probably scream yourself to death. This will prepare you!"
Spence had a sadistic grin on his face as he took the light bulb socket out from the desk lamp. Spence held the cord so that the long tubular bulb, which was about six inches long, could be screwed back in the socket and then plugged into a wall receptacle without being held in the lamp. Spence instructed Keith to push those fleshy buttocks apart.
"Make sure the cord's plugged in tight," Spence laughed, moving the hot bulb against Amber's rectum.
Amber was terrified as she felt herself being pushed down over the overstuffed arm chair. Three youths held her captive while Spence moved the hot desk lamp bulb against her butt.
Amber felt her buttocks spreading to admit the bulb. Amber felt the end of it move inside her. She felt Spence pushing harder. Amber felt the temperature of the thing once inside her ass-hole becoming even hotter. Amber was terrified as Spence began moving the bulb in and out in short hard strokes.
"You've got a HOT one now ..." Spence mumbled. "God - babe - don't squeeze too tight with those anal muscles. You might break the thing inside of you and shatter it into a thousand tiny pieces. Not to mention the BIG jolt that exposed filament might give you. Maybe it would be heavy enough to kill you. Who knows? And if you did survive a doctor would spend hours picking the tiny pieces of shattered glass from inside your butt!"
"Take it OUT - please!" Amber screamed. "Oh -take it out!"
"When I do . . ." Spence giggled, "I intend to shove my fat prick in!"
"Oh - NO!" Amber cried. "Oh ... no. Please - NO!"
The heat inside the bulb was becoming almost unbearable. Amber was afraid to move as the bulb grew even hotter inside her. Amber moaned in pain. In the end she begged Spence to take the bulb out.
"Okay - kid!" Spence laughed. "But you asked for it!"
Spence withdrew the hot tubular bulb slowly. Then he unleashed his own uncircumcised penis. Spence shot it into the warm greasy hole that appeared like a small target in front of his eyes. Spence shot into that tight ass-hole. Spence entered until the root of his penis whacked outside her buttocks.
"Squeeze it - sugar!" Spence giggled. "I'm about to shoot. Hold on - sugar!"
Spence moved his hands around towards Amber's vagina. Spence moved an explorative finger to Amber's ripe clitoris. As Spence drove his aching phallus into Amber's greasy rectum he worked his finger swiftly across the nodular bud. In a matter of mere seconds he had Amber panting hotly for her climax.
Spence moved his fiery prick in and out of her greasy ass-hole. His curious finger worked Amber's love lump. Amber felt herself climbing the steps towards passionate relief. Amber felt herself flying over the top. Amber screamed out as her noisy orgasm erupted simultaneously with Spence's. Amber clung to Spence in desperation as they both collapsed.
As Spence removed his dwindling penis Reed tossed Amber down on the couch. Reed had grown rigid watching them ass-fuck. Reed's organ shot upward, laying flat against the metal of his brass belt buckle.
Reed flopped down on top of Amber. In a matter of minutes Reed had his own bulging joint buried in her vagina. Hugo ran upstairs in search of something. Amber clung in desperation to those ball-bearing hips that thrust that ripe prick into her womb. Reed moved his hands down under the buttocks. Reed drove his penis hard and deep, causing the couch to groan under his lust.
"Easy - lad!" Keith giggled, visually aroused.
"Easy - shit! ..." Reed hissed, through clenched teeth. "I need it bad. I want it fast and furious. And this honkie is going to give it to me. I'm going to teach her how to FUCK!"
Because the cushions were soft Reed worked his hands under Amber's fleshy buttocks. Amber felt the solitary thrust of a lone finger into her rectum. At the same time Reed pumped his prick deep and hard. Reed moved his finger in and out of the tight anus while he pummeled her. Amber rose to meet those violent thrusts. Amber felt the root of the penis rubbing her clitoris. She felt those testicles whacking against her buttocks. Amber felt the thrill of response growing inside of her. Amber's strong sexual desires became more demanding. Amber dug her fingernails into Reed's shoulder. Amber rotated her hips, thrusting her vagina upward, impaling herself on that penis.
As Hugo appeared in front of her holding a plugged-in electric toothbrush Reed thrust both hands under her buttocks. He pumped with unceasing passion. Amber's body stiffened. Both of them collapsed in orgasmic relief.
Hugo approached Amber's collapsed body with a whirring pink electric toothbrush. Hugo spread Amber's legs. Hugo jerked his phallus until it spewed juice all over the bristles. Then Hugo rubbed the soft brush over Amber's thighs. Hugo approached her vaginal lips. Amber stiffened as she felt the electric toothbrush entering her round wet hole.
After the initial shock wore off Amber noted the sensations were pleasurable. Keith ran upstairs to grab a companion electric model hanging on the wall. When Keith returned he plugged the toothbrush in. He moved it slowly over Amber's clitoris. Amber had never felt such wild sensations before in her life. Amber forgot about her husband being overseas. She closed her eyes and violently imagined it was Duke that was lapping something deep inside of her womb.
Amber could not escape the violent pleasure those twin household objects brought her. She realized that Keith and Hugo were using them as nothing more than crude masturbating devices. Amber felt her desire pouring out in wet passion.
"Oh - gawd! . . ." Amber moaned. "It's been so . . .lo . . n . . g! Oh - Duke - darling - forgive me! Oh - gawd - FUCK ME! Ram it deeper inside me. Oh - make me come on that whir - ring come-stick."
Amber kept moaning and screaming, groaning and crying until her last spasm of passion was released. Amber did not object when the youths placed huge scoops of ice cream in her cunt. Or when they splattered warm jelly on her boobies and cunt. She lay there gasping in pleasure, writhing with desire, as those four youths sought to satisfy the ranging fire in her loins.
Amber unleashed her hidden desires. She abandoned herself to mute passion. She knew she could be unfaithful without being caught. Because the youths had forced themselves upon her and raped her she was blameless. The innocent victim of a gang rape and robbery.
No one would ever realize the fact that Amber was now thoroughly enjoying one of the most sensually abandoned moments of her entire life. Amber truly appreciated the fact that the youths were almost insatiable.
Amber shut her eyes. She would remember this thrill for a long time. By stretching her imagination Amber was able to make believe that it was her husband doing these wildly perverse things to her. Amber silently prayed that her attackers would not tire until the wee hours of the morning.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history indicates that many adolescents not yet out of their teens find pleasure in performing gang rape and robbery at the unprotected homes which are often guarded only by a lone babysitter. Specific persons have always been the targets for aroused teenagers who wish to sexually molest an innocent victim.
Amber recalls having read of a similar rape and robbery in the papers just a short time before the youths came to her door. Amber admits she enjoyed the violent rape experience.
Amber's problem lies in the fact she feels strong guilt for having actively participated in the group orgy. After phoning the police and informing them of the rape-robbery Amber phoned the country club and told Mr. and Mrs. Phelps what had happened. The amazing thing was that their two year old son, Jason, had not been awakened by the sounds of struggle.
Amber gave the police the barest details. Because of the stolen goods taken from the house she realized a police report would be necessary. If it had just been rape she would never have reported it. But there was no way for Amber to hide the robbery.
Mr. and Mrs. Phelps assured her they held her blameless. The rape received wide news coverage. Amber did not inform the police she had cooperated with the attackers. She only noted that she had been sexually violated in a number of ways. Amber consulted me a week after the rape-robbery occurred.
Today the popular teenage trend is towards violent sexual abuse. Youth today find that babysitters are prime targets for rape-robberies because they are alone and vulnerable.
Thus we can see that Amber is not the first woman to be violated by teenagers who feel that 'gang rape' is the newest and wildest sexual thrill available to them. Amber becomes a mere statistic in the wave of passion lust that indicates the growing dilemma of teenage confusion.
As Doctor L.T. Woodward notes in SADISM . . .
"Teenage sadism is the outgrowth of teenage confusion. This is the true indictment of our society. Rootless, purposeless children, seeking prestige, asserting their identity, slide into the dark abyss of sadistic behavior. They are not necessarily twisted psychotics. On the contrary, they seem to be sane, well-balanced, 'normal' individuals. Until they strike out in bloody and incredibly cruel hatred."
Gang-banging then becomes an attempt to assert one's identity through group sadism and violence. Sometimes the by-products are pleasurable for the victim. Often cases end in tragic and ritualistic mutilation-murders. Fortunately Amber escaped with only mild psychological damage in comparison to the gross physical harm that might have been done to her if her attackers had been more depraved.
Though her molesters may have achieved some form of group identity through gang-rape Amber complains that she feels she has lost her self-respect. We are hopeful that analysis may give her back that which she feels she has lost.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Rape And The School Teacher
Any particular problems that thirty-two year old Wanda Morgan had with her tenth grade English students usually concerned the rebellious boys in her class. Like every other teacher on the face of the earth Wanda had her share of problem students. Recently, however, some of them seemed to be getting out of hand.
Wanda observed that most of the students in her class were attentive. Except for a select few who tried to disrupt what order already existed in her class. Wanda did not like sending her arrogant male students to the principal. She most often attempted to discipline them herself.
Wanda discovered that most of the boys liked her. Even if they did not pay particular attention to the long lectures on English history and literature. Perhaps it was because she was a young and attractive curly-headed blonde with vivacious blue eyes. Perhaps it was because she tried very hard to give each and every student a fair shake. Whatever the reason, Wanda realized she had very few real problem students. Those she considered as such - she did not know how to handle.
On the evening of March 11, 1969 Wanda stayed after class in order to correct some test papers. Although Wanda was married and very much in love with her husband, Brian Morgan, a laboratory technician at a local hospital, Wanda discovered long ago that she got very little work done once she went home.
Mostly it was because of the two teen-aged girls across in apartment 3-C. Kathy and Yevonne Arland both had considerable difficulties. Both were below average students. Neither of the girls received any guidance or discipline.
Lately Kathy and Yevonne had been coming to Wanda for help with their homework. Most often Wanda found herself doing most of their school work. That was one of the reasons that motivated Wanda to remain after school late correcting papers.
Also, Wanda noted, she had been recalling how angry she had gotten with Barry and Chris Lockwood, Kevin Blankenship and Lucas Monohan. All were students in her mid-morning composition class. The one thing the four surly youths had in common was their unkempt long hair and their flagrantly disobedient attitude. All four youths dressed shabbily, deliberately tracking their feet over any papers that fell from the bulletin board. All four of the youths took obvious delight in disrupting class.
In exasperation, Wanda had ordered the youths to keep quiet and pay attention. She had made crude fun of their long haired fashions. Perhaps, she admitted, she had gone too fair. But then she had been rudely provoked.
Wanda didn't recall stepping on anyone's toes specifically. But then the four rowdy boys were easy to anger anyway. She should have sent the four boys down to see Mr. Arrington, the principal. But she had always found words stronger than swords.
Lately she noted the youths angered over her remarks deriding their long-haired masculinity. In hopes of getting some noticeable results she had gone out of the way to poke fun at the 'hippie' and 'long-haired' craze. With her four angry male students she had perhaps gone too far. In exasperation she had finally threatened to send them to the principal unless they either trimmed their tresses or contributed more to the classroom activities.
"Damn you - Mrs. Morgan - leave me alone ..." Kevin seethed, clenching his fists. "You're going to leave me alone - or else!"
"Or else what . . . Kevin?" Wanda gasped, surprised.
"Quit poking fun at us guys ..." Kevin growled. "Or you'll find out!"
Wanda had glimpsed three other heads nod in silent agreement. All four youths glared at her with angry resentment. It was not as if she was trying to push them beyond their ability. She knew the ability was there. The youths just refused to participate in the class.
"I expect some noticeable changes in your attitudes . . . young men," Wanda affirmed, angrily. "Or else you'll report to Mr. Arrington. I will not be threatened by my students. Is that clear - boys?"
None of the four had answered her. They merely stared down at their desks in silent rebellion. They had not cracked a book during the duration of the class. Wanda ignored them. She had given them specific poems to memorize. Neither Barry nor Chris, nor Kevin nor Lucas knew a single line. Perhaps, Wanda meditated, the boys thought it unmasculine to recite poems.
Wanda was at a loss as to how to stimulate further interest in the youths. She had tried everything except coming out and bribing them by paying them to learn.
Wanda moved her red ball point pen over the test papers. She made critical comments when necessary. She much preferred the deep silence of the classroom after the students had gone to the interruptions she got at her apartment. Above her apartment a musical major practiced on a set of drums, shaking the ceilings and creating an atmosphere of disruption. With Kathy and Yevonne making regular calls on her she had little or no free time to herself.
Wanda's husband, Brian, worked the three to eleven shift at the hospital. So Wanda had plenty of time to kill. She thought about going to the teacher's library afterwards and then cutting across the far football field at the end of the school property line.
It was approaching seven-thirty and getting dark outside when Wanda got up from her desk. She deposited the thick pile of papers in her drawer. She locked it. Wanda pulled one sheer nylon up. She refastened it. Wanda carried two books in her arm as she walked down the long empty hallway. She listened to the staccato sound of her high heels against the freshly waxed floor. She waved good-bye to the janitor at the other end of the hall.
Wanda felt the cool chill of the night air as she walked down the steep cement steps onto the football field. Wanda was well-satisfied with her position as a teacher. She loved children even though she had none of her own.
Wanda was enjoying the cool breeze and the deep redness of the sky. She was in a silent reverie as she passed close to the bleachers. Though the seats were empty she could almost hear the sounds of the frantic students cheering their home team on to victory.
Wanda was taken by surprise when she felt a restraining arm thrown about her throat.
"Hold it right there . . . Mrs. Morgan," a deep masculine voice growled.
"Whoa - now - little lady," chimed a second angry voice.
"Who - who are you? . . ."Wanda gasped, unable to turn to identify her attackers.
"Friends - lady! ..." a voice growled. "We're here to even up a score with you. Some guys were telling us you get your 'kicks' by making fun of guys with long hair. Well - babydoll - we've come here to show you that guys with long hair are just as masculine as those with short hair!"
"There must be some serious mistake . . ."Wanda gulped. She tried to resist as multiple hands dragged her back through the bleachers. Wanda felt herself loosing her high heels. She felt her stockinged feet touching the cold damp ground. Wanda tried to scream. A hand was shoved over her mouth. Then a red western-type bandana was tied over her eyes. Wanda had gotten only one brief glimpse of her attackers - then all she had seen were the dark stockings over their faces, completely distorting their features.
"If there's any mistake - baby - you've made it yourself ..." a rough voice rasped. "So don't blame anyone for what's about to happen to you!"
"Wha - what are you going to do?" Wanda stammered.
Wanda felt herself stumble backward.. She did not know where she was going. All she knew was that several boys were dragging her back under the bleachers. She felt as if she was entering some thick black maze. Because the youths were deliberately distorting their voices she did not recognize them. There was nothing to give her the slightest clue to their identity.
Wanda felt herself falling on what felt like an army blanket. She felt the rough material. She reflected that commercial blankets were soft and fuzzy. This one was rough, having a very military feel about it.
Wanda could offer little resistance as she felt three hands moving over her body. The boys remained silent. Wanda was too frightened to try to scream. She knew no one would hear her.
"We're going to embarrass you - Mrs. High and Mighty ..." the softest voice chuckled. "We're going to make you so self-conscious that you feel like pissing all over yourself!"
"AMEN!" a baritone voice chimed.
"Unbutton your own blouse! ..." the softest voice commanded. "Do it - quick! You're going to undress for us - lady!''
Wanda made no move to follow their instructions. Wanda felt her hand twisted roughly until she thought her wrist would break. Wanda moved her free hand to the buttons of her blouse.
"Strip-lady!"
Wanda unfastened the first button. Wanda's heart was thumping so wildly that she could barely hear the labored breathing of her attackers. Wanda kept unbuttoning her blouse. She felt cool fingers unbuttoning her skirt.
"Okay - lady. Now pull your skirt down over your legs!"
"Strip - woman! Or else something bad might happen to you!"
Wanda did not obey. She could not bring herself to undress in front of the boys.
"OHOO! OH-oooooo! NOOOOOO! OWWWWW!"
Wanda felt the fiery tip of a cigarette mashed against her soft breasts. The sensation and the momentary smell of burning flesh made her want to vomit. The youth pressed the cigarette deeper into her breast until she thought she would loose consciousness.
"Strip - lady ... or else you're going to have some pretty ugly tits for your hubby to suck tonight!"
Wanda tore her skirt from her body. She kicked it off with her feet. Wanda lay there in her bra and panties for the youth's inspection. She tried her best to identify the voices. If there had been four boys she would have immediately suspicioned the four in her English class.
"Now unfasten your bra-sweetie!" a gruff voice demanded.
Wanda moved so that she could maneuver her hands up behind her back. Wanda undid the hook and eye that held her brassiere over her firm lush breasts. She felt the heavy sag of her breasts against her flesh. She heard the boys whistle with pleasure as they glimpsed her lush mammae.
"Boy - are you hung heavy!" the soft voiced youth whistled. "God - what knockers! The way your tits stick out I bet your hubby sucks them a lot! I bet they grow as hard as a baby's prick when he sucks you!"
"Filthy - bastards!" Wanda hissed, as she felt very rough hands touching her breasts.
"Shhhhhh ... no names now. . . !" an intermediate youth sniggered.
Wanda felt her breasts being kneaded and caressed with open abandon. She felt hands roughly exploring her body. One hand touched her abdomen. It slid under the elastic of her nylon panties.
"Off with the undies -lovely! "the deepest voice beckoned. "Be quick about it!"
Wanda wanted to resist. But she knew there was no need of protesting. She knew the youths would ram another hot cigarette in her breast or tummy if they had to make her obey.
Wanda slid her finger under the thin elastic. She pulled downward. She heard the sharp intake of breath as she exposed her dark golden cunt hairs. Wanda felt the warmth of her thighs as she pulled off the panties exposing the vulnerable chasm that the youths were seeking.
"I guess you think we're going to fall on you and rape the hell out of you ..." the softest voice giggled. "No - not yet! First we're going to lay you down and make you masturbate yourself in front of us. We want you to feel self-conscious and embarrassed. You're going to show a little 'hair' since you're always making fun of long-haired guys being unmanly. I'm tempted to shave the damn thing off!"
"Fuck yourself with your finger - lady!" a deep, angry voice encouraged. "Come on - slide your finger between those soft pink pubic lips. Diddle yourself until you cream up a bit - lady!"
Wanda could not bring herself to hand defile her body. Even when she wanted sex desperately she could not bring herself to masturbate. She had always been sorely tempted towards auto-erotic sexuality but she had resisted ever since her mother warned her it lead to mental illness. Because Wanda felt some strong taboo against 'hand rape' she could not bring herself to touch her body in the suggested manner.
I said for you to 'finger-fuck' bitch ..." the loudest voice commanded.
Wanda felt something violently hot touching her vulnerable pudenda. She felt her cunt hairs being singed. Wanda knew the boys were touching their hot cigarettes to her kinky pussy hairs. Wanda felt the hairs curl towards her flesh. Wanda felt a burning sensation on her pudenda. She felt another on her thigh. She felt a third against her breast.
"OWWWWW! . . . Nooooo! Ahhaaaaa! Nooooo!" "Fuck yourself with that finger - sugar! Do it now! Or else I'll shove the lit end in your cunt!"
Wanda felt her palm touch her pubic mound. She felt her middle finger poking between the folds of her vaginal lips. Wanda moved her finger up and down. Wanda was too terrified to feel any sensations resulting from her hand rape. She merely obeyed in order that she might escape future punishment.
Wanda moved her finger back and forth over her nodular clitoris. She recalled how she had masturbated as a child. She had been afraid to defile herself for years, however, since she heard such horrible things about the effects of masturbation. Most of all, she knew that the guilt one felt afterwards was real. "Is it slick-honey?"
"Owwww . . ." Wanda gasped. She felt a cigarette pushed against the inside of her thighs.
Wanda closed her eyes. She continued masturbating herself for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly she felt rough hands pull her away. She felt something hard and fleshy being pushed into her hand.
"Jerk it a little-honey!"
Wanda did as she was instructed.
"Can you suck it a little-baby?"
Wanda parted her lips to the pulsating phallus. She felt it rammed deep down her throat. She felt her own tongue move over the piss-hole. She sucked as hard as she could.
"Swallow my juice - baby!" the youth sniggered. "Suck it down!"
Wanda did not resist as the hot cream poured down her throat. Wanda felt overcome with nausea. Wanda resisted the temptation to vomit. She prayed the boys would abuse her quickly and then release her. Wanda reflected that she would immediately begin carrying a gun in her pocket at all times.
'My turn now!" the bass voice noted. "I don't want any artificial sex either. I want you to respond like a paid whore! I want you to give me my money's worth."
Wanda felt the hard thrust of the rigid phallus between her thighs. Wanda did not protest as the youth pushed his full weight upon her. She felt him pumping long and hard, forcing his manhood inside until the root mashed against her thighs.
"Get with it - kid!" the softest voiced youth cried. "Show him you know how to fuck - baby!"
Wanda felt a hot cigarette thrust into her ribs. Wanda began moving beneath the body covering her. She pushed down against the buttocks to fake the motions of sexual response. She could not help the fact that as a male her captor was beginning to please her in a sensual manner.
"Oh - NO!" Wanda gasped, trying to hold back the compulsive desire to actively participate in her own rape.
"You're making her HOT!" the soft voice youth giggled.
"She's begging me for it-man!"
"Come on - Mrs. Morgan . the attacking youth jeered. "Get with it - lover! Give a pump for old glory! Let's shoot our nuts off together!"
"OHOOOOOO . . .ummmmmmmmmm!"
"Atta gal ..." her attacker groaned. "Sock it to me -babe!"
Wanda felt herself responding like some primitive animal. She no longer put up the pretense of fighting. Brian often proved tired at nights, incapable of erection except on the weekends. It was a refreshing thing to feel something hard thrust between her thighs. Something insistent and demanding. And virile. Wanda could not resist the urge to thrust back. To actively embrace the strange chain of events that led to one of the most ravishingly memorable moments of her life.
"Ohoo . . . I'm... co . . mi. . ng!" Wanda groaned. "Oh-no! Don't get me pregnant! . . ."
"Fuck a little harder - lady!" her attacker whispered. "Then I'll pull out before I shoot!"
"Coitus interruptus . . ." the soft voiced youth laughed. "I like to coite in ano. I've got a thin penis that won't hurt you!"
Just as she was about to experience her own orgasm Wanda felt her attacker suddenly jerk his penis out. Just at that moment Wanda felt her body stiffen. She moaned loudly. Wanda felt her body relax as the gooey liquid splattered on her thighs. The youth pressed her thighs tightly together. He pressed his dwindling penis between them, some six inches from her fertile pudenda. He mashed his spewing cock up and down between her thighs. Somehow he made her feel like have a second orgasm.
Wanda felt herself being turned over. Her breasts rubbed against the rough material of the army blanket. She felt her buttocks being spread apart. She felt a hard sexual organ being shoved into her anus.
"Shut up and relax . . ." the youth laughed. "It won't hurt if you let it spread without fighting so much!"
Wanda tried to relax. But she was terrified. Wanda felt the rough sexual member ripping and tearing inward, like some impaling battle weapon. Wanda forced herself to go limp. She felt the assaulting penis move two inches inside her.
"Oh-no!" Wanda cried. "It hurts! . . ."
Wanda thought the pleasure would never come. She did not begin to feel it until the youth had his thin penis shoved deep into her bowels. Then Wanda began feeling the waves of sensual pleasure as he began pumping slowly. Wanda cried out. She flexed her sphincter against the violating organ. She felt the sensual waves increase in intensity.
"What a set of muscles! ..." the youth shouted, probing deeper.
"OHOOOOOO - ummmmmmmmm!"
"I adore raping school teachers!" the youth sniggered, shoving his phallus harder. "They pretend to be so pure and detached in class. But under their fancy clothes they burn with the same passions as the rest of the human race!"
"Burn -baby -burn! ..."
"She's getting HOT . . . HOT . . . HOT!"
"Watch out she doesn't bite your prick off with that tight little drawstring of hers!"
"Oh - do it! . . ." Wanda groaned. Wanda tossed her head from side to side as she clutched the thin material of the musty blanket. "Gawd - do it. Oh - do it-NOW!"
"You admit you're a woman? ..." the youth giggled. "As well as a four-eyed puritanical educator?"
"Oh - yes. Anything!" Wanda groaned, pushing her cunt down against the material of her blanket. "Do - something - quick!"
The youth in Wanda's ass-hole began ripping and shoving his slim penis in and out of her rectum. He moved his fingers around front to her pubic mound. He began fingering her clitoris. Wanda felt herself juicing up on the finger thrust into her as the hard organ in her rectum got ready to spew.
"Oh - gawd!" Wanda groaned. "I'm co . . mi . . ng!"
"She's COMING - you guys!"
"Yes - by gawd - she is coming. COMING. COMING SOON!"
Wanda collapsed against the blanket as she felt the penis spew. Wanda felt the ejaculation creaming her anus. She felt the youth slide out his phallus and then rub it against her wet vagina.
"Be careful!" Wanda screamed.
"Caution is my name! . . ."the youth roared.
Wanda felt ashamed of herself as another youth mounted from the front. He forced his long fat cock between her thighs. Wanda was ashamed because she knew she was being sexually pleased by her students.
She had her suspicions about who they were but she had no actual proof since they disguised their voices and she could not see through the thick bandana covering her eyes.
"Please - let - me - go!" Wanda gasped, trying to maintain her self-respect.
"Not until you've given us each a hearty fuck!"
"No - please! ..." Wanda pleaded. "My husband's home. He'll miss me. He may even phone the police!"
"Your old man works in the hospital until almost midnight ..." one youth jeered. "Just remember next time you deride our manhood what happened to you tonight. Remember - we can attack you almost anywhere. You've got to walk home. You're alone in your apartment until late. Maybe we'll even push you into the boy's room and rape you right on school property. If we knew you liked it so, we'd have done it long ago!"
"PLEASE! . . ."
"Promise to cut out the remarks about our hair? And about our being kids? Promise - teach? Because if we hear any more remarks about our manhood you'll get a repeat lesson! And you may even swell up to think you've swallowed the whole damn football field!"
"I'll promise anything! . . ." Wanda gasped. "Just let me go home. PLEASE!"
"Kiss my cock first!"
"Oh-no!"
Wanda parted her lips as another rigid penis was shoved down her throat. Wanda obediently fellated the youth to orgasm. She swallowed the ejaculation. She felt the salty taste of sperm lingering in her mouth. As the youths kissed her and touched her with brazen familiarity Wanda felt her flesh tingle.
Wanda realized that this marked the most grotesque night of her life. She did not know how she would face her students on the morrow. Word would spread about among them that she had been gang raped. She dared not report it to the principal. She did not want the matter to become public knowledge if she could prevent it.
"Boy - I can think of a thousand dirty things I'd like to do to you ..." the roughest voice laughed. "Next time some different guys will take turns with you. They might even be rougher - who knows? But if you like being gang-raped, well, just keep making fun of us guys in class. Well know then you want it bad. And well do our damndest to give it to you!"
"Can I go now? . . ." Wanda questioned, holding out her hands for her clothes.
Wanda suffered the humiliation of having the three youths dress her. She felt their rough hands buttoning her blouse. She felt them fasten her bra and pull her panties in place. She felt the all too familiar touches. The possessive fingers moved over her flesh. Wanda said nothing.
"Leave the bandana over your face five minutes while we make our get-away. . . ," the roughest voice demanded. "If you try to peep well know and give you a rougher time next time!"
"All right! ..." Wanda promised. "Please - go! I want to go home. Please - let me go!"
"Bang ..." a laughing youth yelled, "GANG - BANG! BANG . . . gang . . . bang!
Wanda did not move her fingers to touch the bandana for a long time. She was afraid one of the youths may have remained behind. She was afraid of what they might do to her. As the last sound of footsteps died she pulled the red kerchief from her eyes. She gazed at the few bruises on her flesh. Wanda said nothing as she walked in silent humiliation across the football field towards home.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history indicates that teachers are often prime targets for aggressive-minded students who are eager to get revenge upon all symbols of adult authority. Teachers, nurses, parents, ministers - all have become the victims of attack at different times.
Many teenage youths resent their teachers so much they feel compelled to get revenge upon them. There have been many reports of student-teacher violence as well as incidents of molestation and rape,.
Wanda became afraid to walk at home at nights even though she carried a .22 pistol in her pocket. Wanda was deeply afraid that she might actually use the weapon if anyone approached her.
Wanda consulted me two weeks after the gang rape incident. She said she had not reported the matter to authorities for fear of further sexual assault. Wanda told me she felt like a musical instrument that tuned so tight the strings were about to break. These symptoms, I noted, seemed to be indications of an anxiety neurosis. My job was to relieve the feeling of anxiety and to return Wanda to a normal frame of mind.
"I nearly turn crimson . . ." Wanda confessed, "whenever a male student approaches me whistling bars of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game!" I know then that he knows about the gang rape. I find it difficult to look my male students in the eye. The girls in class have noticed my uneasiness. I'm at the point I just don't know what to do. All avenues of escape seem closed to me!"
Wanda is frightened. The embarrassing part, as revealed through analysis, is the fact that Wanda knows the youths know she enjoyed some portions of the rape incident. She feels this may stimulate another attack against her.
"As a woman they turned me on . . ." Wanda sobbed, drooping her shoulders in resignation as she stared out the open window. "But as a teacher my own conduct and reactions were deplorable."
Wanda feels guilty for her part in the activities. She cannot bring herself even to tell her husband of the incident. She confesses that she went home, douched and bathed for what seemed hours to rid herself of the unclean feeling that lingered over her body like radio-active chemicals after a bomb blast.
Perhaps because the male youths felt their manliness under attack by Wanda's cool remarks concerning their long hair they felt also a certain need for revenge.
There is little doubt that the motives consisted of vengeance and a certain amount of sexual passion. Perhaps Wanda's remarks heightened the youth's basic feelings of insecurity.
In SADISM Dr. L.T. Woodward notes . . .
"In short, sadism is an outward displacement of an inner destructive urge. The individual, from earliest childhood, learns to defend himself against the forces outside him by externalizing his own destructive instinct. In most of us, such forces are held under stable control. In some, though, the individual's insecurity is so great that he over-compensates by lashing out in destructive fury, the violence known as sadism."
It is obvious that the motives of the gang rape were both destructive, sexual, and an attempt to reaffirm masculinity through over-compensation. Insecurity among teenagers is often covered by violent and aggressive behavior. The true motives often come to light only after such cases come to the attention of psychiatrists after the original harm has been done.
CHAPTER EIGHT: Homosexual Rapists
Suave and attractive Susan Johnson, a young woman in her early thirties, enjoyed walking her miniature French Poodle through the park before dinner each night. Because they lived in an expensive high-rise apartment Susan found it necessary for her to exercise her dog, Fifi, several times a day. Though Susan had diligently tried to housebreak their expensive pet there was something about the sight and smell of newspapers and sandboxes that Fifi disliked.
Susan became exasperated. She never gave up hope that Fifi would mend his ways once he became older and wiser. At two years old, Susan concluded, applying the final traces of lipstick to her full and sensual mouth, she had to admit that Fifi was both spoiled and exceedingly selfish in his demands.
Susan was eager to go out and get back to her apartment. She wanted to cook a thick porterhouse steak for herself and her husband. Mark was out to dinner with a client who meant big business for the real estate firm. Susan knew Mark would nibble through his meal, plying his client with expensive drinks that were covered by the expense account. Susan knew Mark would have an enormous appetite later and a strong desire for further intimacies once he came home.
Susan was proud of the fact that she was an attractive woman. Her hair was long and black. It hung down over her shoulders caressing the cashmere softness of her pink sweater. Susan's eyes sparkled with a kind of raw sensuality. She was thankful that her husband was a go-getter real estate salesman who could afford the best of everything for both of them.
Susan bent over slowly. She whistled for Fifi who jumped down off the purple satin bedspread in her room. Susan held out the expensive gold - plated dog leash. She slid her hand in the loophole. Fifi looked up and gave a youthful bark as he squatted down on two back legs while the swivel hook was fastened in the ring of his collar.
"Be a nice boy and do your business - now!" Susan spoke, in a high pitched voice. "I wish you would be a good boy and become potty-trained as mother would like you too!"
"Arf ..." the small expensive dog barked. "No ... no . . . Fifi! ..." Susan shouted in exasperation as Fifi cocked his leg against the chair. "Outside - will you ever" learn to listen to mumsy?"
Fifi tugged his mistress toward the elevator. The kinky haired Poodle stood impatiently as Susan pressed the button. Fifi shifted his weight. He perched on his hind legs, ripping his sharp claws in Susan's nylons.
"No - no! Bad - boy!" Susan shouted. "You must be a good boy and obey me!"
Fifi followed obediently. He gazed arrogantly towards the other tenants who also occupied the high rise apartment. Fifi escorted his mistress elegantly through the revolving door.
Although Susan much preferred to walk Fifi around the block allowing the dog access to nearby trees and grass Fifi pulled his mistress insistently towards the park. Fifi liked to wander near the pond just below a large heavy thicket of bushes and trees. Fifi could amuse himself for hours watching the fish swim underwater. Fifi also became mesmerized by the sight of his own reflection in the water.
Susan did not care to wander through the park after dark. She had heard about women having their purses snatched during the twilight hours. Susan was glad that she was not carrying any money on her. Submissively, Susan allowed Fifi to drag her to the heavily wooded park area.
Susan had heard rumors that male homosexuals frequented that area after dark. She had heard they sought out like-minded lovers for a sexual encounter while cruising through the park area. With Fifi leading her through the park Susan felt well-protected. Fifi was very unsociable with strangers - and she was glad that her small dog seemed quite willing to defend her.
Susan allowed Fifi to run loose near the pond. A full moon cast a bright shadow on the pond, the bright lights seemed to echo with a mystical kind of music. Susan felt comfortable and safe. She was not aware of the time that had passed as she gazed at herself in the water. Like Narcissus, she was becoming enraptured with her own reflection. She had seen Fifi minutes ago running through the bushes and chasing leaves. She had not bothered to remove the lease from his collar. With his leash dragging she could always get close enough to catch him if he got too arrogant about wanting not to go home.
Susan studied the underwater patterns of the fish. She saw her reflection in the clear crystal water. Susan heard Fifi barking. She turned to see her pup struggling in the darkness, trying to run to her, yet held back by something. Susan concluded Fifi had wrapped his chain around a tree stump or shrub. She hurried to her dog's rescue.
Susan walked around behind the bush. She saw the handle of the gold chain looped over a small tree stump. Susan stooped to untie the chain when all of a sudden she was startled as rough hands went around her mouth.
"H...E...L...P!" Susan gagged, as she felt herself being pulled back into the bushes.
"Keep quiet . . . lovely ..." a high-pitched voice whispered. "No one's going to hurt you! Shhhhh!"
"She's not carrying a purse - Cecil!" a youth whispered in a shrill lisp. "I don't know why you want to bother with her!"
Her groovy thighs do something to me ..." a man in pink trousers and an open knit sweater laughed. "Besides I've decided we need a good gang-fuck for a change! I'm tired of waiting for some decent trade to come to the park. I'm randy enough to want a woman tonight!"
"You mean - you're going to sodomize her?" a youth named Harlin gasped, stroking his long blond sideburns with adoration. "Gosh - man - I don't dig women. Couldn't you think of something more fun to do?"
"I think it sounds sheik! . . " Lenny, a middle-aged gay with a big round bald head laughed. "I basically detest women. It would be a wonderful way for me to release my hidden hostilities in an orderly fashion. How therapeutic! Yes - a gang rape sounds like fun!"
"I agree! .. ." Bruce, a tall and muscular, although slightly effeminate looking youth gasped. "I'm hetero enough to appreciate a good gang-bang now and then. No one can hear us in these bushes - not if we can keep her from screaming for help!"
"Shove my hankie in her mouth then! ..." Cecil laughed, pulling out a pale lavender handkerchief. "I hope she doesn't choke on the perfume!"
Susan's eyes popped as wide as saucers. She was terrified as she noted that her attackers were four very obvious homosexuals. She felt feminine soft hands pulling her into the weeds. The four homosexuals glared at her with open amusement.
"God - lucky bitch!" Cecil laughed, "I wish four good looking guys would rape me! I'd be quite willing to trade places with you! God - just imagine four hot beautiful pricks up your ass! It's enough to drive a guy out of his fruit mind!"
"Stop being envious!" Harlin giggled. "She's probably not one bit turned on by the idea. Are you sweetie? Probably her husband's never even tried it with her. If given a choice she'd probably rather suck peter. I thought we were only going to rob the dames. Now it turns out to be a gang-bang. Who's the hopeless hetero in our bunch anyway? '
The youth named Bruce began pulling down Susan's panties. Because the boys might have to make a quick escape they did not completely undress Susan. Susan was frightened as Bruce felt her wiry patch of pubic hair and grinned from ear to ear.
"I don't mind a little normal sex now and then!" Bruce giggled. "It's a pleasant variation!"
"Not for me!" Harlin chided. "I don't want to loose my cock in any big sloppy cunt hole. I much prefer a nice tight ass-hole any day."
Susan felt herself being pushed over an old wide tree stump that appeared to be more than ancient. She noted it had been sawed off some eighteen inches above ground. Susan felt her aching ass-hole exposed to the four depraved perverts. She felt someone shoving something greasy up her rectum.
"This is K - Y jelly . . .," Harlin muttered, "which is a good type lubricant for this sort of thing. You haven't had a good one until you've used grape jelly and then sucked the goo from your lover's bottom. I forgot to bring along my jellies and jams. But I always . . . ALWAYS .. . carry a tube of K - Y with me. Never know when you might need it in an emergency!"
"Stop twisting about so much . . .," Cecil laughed. "You shake your ass worse than a girl! Honestly-I expect to see you in a bustle someday!"
"Only if you buy me one . . .!" Harlin smiled, rubbing the front of his bulging britches.
Cecil unzipped his own fly. He hauled out his bright pink phallus which had become rigid with expectation of the gang-rape event. Cecil studied Susan's breasts. From the back, he noted, she looked almost boyish. Cecil noted that if he had had a pair of tits on his back he could have made a fortune as a high class whore. Unfortunately, because he was past twenty-five he found himself in the position of having to pay for sex rather than selling it on the open market.
So-who's going to initiate her . . .?" Lenny giggled. "Should be someone with a slim hard one. I guess Cecil gets nominated for first honors. Be careful - remember she is fragile!"
"Oh - piss!" Cecil laughed. "Women are second rate citizens. To be used as tools and objects. Men's slaves. Especially unpure because they are female."
Susan was too frightened to recall her first sensations. Susan's heart was beating wildly. Her head was spinning around dizzily. She felt something hot and firm shot between her thick buttocks. Susan knew enough about homosexual perversions to know they were going to anally rape her. She was mortally afraid that they might actually wound or rupture her.
Cecil nudged his turgid phallus between Susan's thighs. Cecil gripped her. He pumped inward. Susan wanted to scream. She could do nothing but bite down on the foul tasting handkerchief. She noted the perfume smelled nice but tasted like hell. Susan felt the hard tip of the penis strike against her asshole. Susan felt her body stiffen and become helpless against the attack.
"Relax - baby . . ." Cecil groaned. "Loosen up. It'll go a lot easier on you. I'm going to get up into that tight little bugger-snatch of yours if I have to work at it all night. So you might as well relax and get it over with. At least I'm 99% sure you don't have V.D. back there. Come to think of it-it's probably never been used before!"
Cecil reached around to pinch Susan's tits in anger. Susan felt the head of the thick phallus slide inside her anal opening. It hurt tremendously. But she could not scream as Cecil rammed that meatstick into her resilient bottom.
"God -," Cecil laughed, "does she have some muscle control! It's like ploughing into a virgin ass! All tight and warm. And wonderful. Oh - oooooo!"
"Hurry up...." Bruce gasped, "and give me a crack at her. I'm more manly than you!"
"Your testicles are just bigger. ..." Cecil argued. "But your peter's no account. It doesn't even taste nice. You never clean the crud off of it!"
"Don't talk so filthy," Bruce laughed, engrossed in the spectacle.
Cecil began pumping his meaty prick in and out of Susan's rectum. Cecil moved in swift circular motions that were meant to move even the most resistant sexual partner. Cecil had been pumping himself into boy's ass-holes for the best part of the last ten years. With good reason, Cecil somewhat considered himself an expert on anal technique. The fact that his present sexual partner was a curvaceous and highly attractive female made little difference.
"One... two... three... four...!" Cecil panted. "Oh - baby - give me more! Umm - you're driving me out of my fruit mind! Squeeze down on that sphincter ring! Clamp down like it's a powerful turd! Squeeze it - baby - apply the pressure!"
Susan clamped down her anal sphincter as her partner requested. She thought perhaps it would give him a thrill and make him shoot off sooner. Susan had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She was being used as a common tool by four men whom she instinctively despised for their lack of manliness. She resented the fact that they did not even use her as a woman. She was being used in a homosexual fashion as an object of anal sodomy. The fact that she was a woman meant nothing to them. Fifi began barking at her captors. Up until then he had been amused by the sight of the four swishy men abusing his mistress. One of the homosexuals jerked Fifi up by his collar. He unzipped his fly. He jerked out his prick, pushed back the sheath covering and exposed his own penis. Then the depraved man pushed back the dog's hairy sheath covering exposing the red canine cock. The homosexual moved his mouth to the dog's small and unresponsive organ.
"Shut up. . . ." Lenny laughed. He moved his mouth down over the dog's penis!
Susan was sickened by the sight of the homosexual sucking her dog's prick. Fifi howled a moment. Then he relaxed his body in the faggot's arms and allowed his pulsating organ to be orally raped.
Lenny laughed and moved his mouth downward over the dog's cock. The pooch began violently pumping his hips in an effort to make frantic fucking motions. Lenny laughed as he released the dog's penis and allowed him to spew his load in the air.
"You nasty dog . . .!" Lenny laughed, as Fifi lolled his long red tongue over his captor's cheek. "You actually liked it!"
Susan became insensible to her attack. She lay over the tree stump with Cecil pounding in and out of her rectum. Susan did not like what was being done to her. Yet she reasoned it was not as wildly perverse as she thought it would be.
"Oh - ummmmm!" Susan muttered. "Oh - it hurts!"
"Delic - iously . . .!" Cecil laughed. "It hurts in such a wonderful way!"
Susan felt Cecil heaving down the homestretch. Under any other circumstances and with a real man she might have responded. However, she remained a passive victim. Susan allowed Cecil to pound deep and hard in order to bring on his own climax. Susan felt the hot seed spewing into her arse. She said nothing.
Harlin, the blond haired youth, pushed Susan off the stump and down into the grass. Susan noticed the slightly effeminate features. But she noticed that there was nothing at all unmanly about the size of his penis. Susan gasped as Harlin fell down on top of her. She felt that hard thing moving between her thighs, pumping into her from the front. Susan felt a small thrill of response as Harlin began moving up and down on her, copulating her with a sense of need. Susan began to rise to meet those thrusts. Susan was enough of a woman to appreciate a good hard fuck - no matter who gave it to her.
"Oh - NO!" Susan gasped, feeling shame. "Please-don't!"
"Why - sugar. . .?" Harlin lisped. "You're starting to like it. I can tell. I'm 100% bisexual. Believe me baby - I'm turning you on!"
Susan could not remain aloof to Harlin's attack. Susan felt that stiff prick moving in and out of her. She felt the root rubbing her clitoris. She felt herself stimulated in such a way that she had no choice but to respond. Susan clung to her attacker. She felt Harlin plough deep and hard. Susan moved upward to meet the eager thrusts. She squeezed the long and thick penis with her tight vaginal muscles. She began to coite with all of her strength.
"OHOOOOOO ... ohoooooooo!" Susan groaned. "Oh - fuck me - daddy!"
"The damn bitch likes it. . ." Bruce giggled. "Maybe she'll pay us to fuck her. I bet that dame has a lot of bread. She dresses ritzy!"
Susan ignored the comments made about her. All she could think of was the exquisite phallus moving about inside her. Susan reflected on the pleasures of anal rape. Susan was sensual to the extreme. Her husband sometimes complained about her too ardent desires as she ripped her long fingernails into his shoulder.
"OHOOOO - fuck me!" Susan shouted, aggressively.
"Listen to the bitch beg . . .!" Lenny giggled.
Harlin pumped his raging phallus into her resilient vagina. He was fired by Susan's desire to further potency. Harlin moved wildly atop her clitoris. Susan pumped to him. She dug her fingernails into Harlin's shirt. She begged for more. Susan cried out for more and more violent sex.
Susan felt someone roughly pushing her on her side. Harlin was on his side still moving into her. Susan felt Bruce push his well-greased penis into her from behind. Susan cried out as she felt two penis's being rammed into her. One from the front. The other from the rear. Susan was sensually fired towards her peak of passions.
"Oh - come fill me with COCK!" Susan pleaded. "Don't quit - now. Fuck me - harder!"
Bruce was behind Susan. He was wildly clinging to her hips. He was pumping his red and angry prick into her anus from behind. Bruce was enjoying every wild thrill of anal rape. Susan felt so much more stimulated because she was being forced into sexual union with four homosexuals. The fact that the men were perverts no longer bothered her. Because Susan was actively becoming aware that they were men who knew their way around in any situation.
"Want one in your mouth now - sugar?" Lenny teased. "You've got cock plugged in everywhere else!"
Cecil moved forward to straddle Susan so he could thrust his prick into her mouth. Cecil moved Susan's hand to his prick and pleaded with her to jiggle it. Susan complied. She watched the organ swell. As Bruce and Harlin released their potent seed inside her Susan begged for more.
"Oh - fuck me - again!!" Susan gasped. "You Cecil - it's your turn! And you too Lenny! Oh now that you have me HOT - do something - quick!"
Cecil moved to Susan's buttocks. He jabbed his sizeable red penis into her resilient buttocks. Lenny moved to the front. He thrust his red prick between soft yielding thighs. Cecil and Lenny fought for space inside Susan as their pricks rubbed each other inside the tight canals. Both men giggled.
"SCREW ME!" Susan gasped. "Oh - I've never had it like this before! It's so much more wonderful. God - do it - together! OHOOO - Cecil and Lenny more than willingly obliged. They loved to hear a woman begging them for sex. They both defiled her. Both enjoyed the wanton rape of her flesh. Both gained a deep sense of satisfaction from abusing her body.
Susan did not give a damned what they thought of her. She just wished that she had the four faggots back at her apartment in her nice King-sized bed so that the four of them could comfortably rape her all at once. Susan moved to meet the sexual onslaught in her vagina and anus. Susan admitted that she enjoyed what was happening to her. And even though the men were homosexuals she did not dislike them.
"She fucks like a whore. ..." Lenny laughed.
"She buggers like one too. ..." Cecil groaned.
"Let me in her mouth. ..." Bruce giggled.
Bruce wiggled about until he was able to thrust the head of his pink prick between Susan's lips. Susan was overcome with pleasure. She began sucking with eager abandon. Susan fellated her husband almost every night. She found that Bruce had scented his phallus with something erotically arousing. Susan found herself responding to the hot and violent sexual member that was being forced into her mouth. Susan swallowed Bruce's cock as much as she could. She swallowed the juice.
"She sucks better than most guys I've paid . . .!" Bruce complimented, watching his wet sperm roll down her lips. "We otta keep in touch with her. For a dame she's good. When things get slow we could always give her a free fuck!"
"Neat idea - baby!" Harlin grinned. "Now and then I dig some hetero action myself! I wonder if we could go to her apartment. It wouldn't be as risky!"
Susan's mind began spinning. She liked what the youths had done to her. She did not want to lose contact with them.
"I'm a hair-stylist. ..." Harlin laughed. "I can fix some flamboyant fashions. Maybe I could come by and curl your cunt hairs now and then."
"I can walk your dog. . . .!" Lenny laughed, gazing at the Poodle's soft genitals.
"I sometimes go in drag . . .! Cecil laughed, shrilly. "As a woman no one can tell that I'm anything but real. I could come by for a nice girl-chat with you. You could suck my peter. I love my cock in a woman's mouth. I imagine she secretly wants to bite it off! I'd love for a woman to castrate me. Can you imagine - I've always had fantasies about women raping me!"
"I could learn to give your Poodle clippings. ..." Bruce tittered. "I could come by and clip your pooch!"
Susan was in no frame of mind for idle jokes. She was begging Lenny and Cecil to become more aggressive. She had a cock in her front and one behind and she was begging for more. She did not like laying on the cold ground in such a public place. But with two cocks moving her to the edge of passion she did not protest. Besides her attackers were making the whole thing too damn pleasurable for her to scream. Susan cried out when she felt two cocks spewing inside of her simultaneously.
"OHOOOO - ohooooo!" Susan cried. "I'm co..mi..ng! Gawd - NOOOOOOO!"
Both men jerked their spewing pricks out of Susan. She felt two hard phallic objects shoved into her mouth at once. Susan reached out to caress the testicles as she sucked two heads at once. Then she felt a mouth moving to her vagina. Susan sucked. She closed her eyes. She did not want to know who was doing what to her. AH she needed was to enjoy the soft waves of sensual pleasure that were lapping against her flesh like soft waves against the beach.
"Oh - NOOOO!" Susan gasped. "You're killing me! Ummmmmm!!!"
"She's going to over-come . . .!" Lenny giggled. "Dolls like her are rare!"
Susan did not know how many cocks she had sucked before they got done with her. She knew that each time one unleashed its load another came to replace it. She felt her cock-filled vagina responding, and also her anus. She did not make a sound as Fifi lay whimpering beside her.
Susan even straddled one of the rock hard pricks and moved up and down on it. She was no longer ashamed. Somehow the whole incident fired her imagination. She had heard of women who enjoyed being raped before. She heard that some even sought out such situations. Susan instinctively sensed for the first time in her life that she was one of those women.
"This dame . .. 'Bruce sniggered, "doesn't give a damn who does it to her. Just as long as someone does it!!"
"She loves us all...!" Cecil giggled. "Some fatter - some small. But she'll suck them all!"
When it was over with and no one could raise another hard-on Susan felt ashamed for the first time. She knew she could not return to her apartment with grass-stain all over her dress. She had not worn an overcoat because the night was warm. She had nothing to throw over her body. She saw bruises on her leg where she had fallen against the tree stump. Susan prayed she had no other bruises on her body. She could always say she had taken a fall in the park. She need not mention she willingly fell into the arms of four over-sexed homosexuals who used and abused her any way they could. She did not have to mention the fact that she had been gang-banged. And that she had enjoyed it.
"Are you guys - whores?" Susan pleaded, not knowing how to talk to them.
"Why are you out to solicit some trade . . .'' Lenny giggled. "If you are - sugar - I'm selling!"
"I - er - I liked what you did to me . . ." Susan whispered, "maybe I could give you jobs. One of you could walk Fifi at night. One of you could come by to style my hair. I don't know how I could sneak the rest of you in. It would never do for my husband to find out about our arrangement. But I'd be willing to pay you for sex. I've never done anything like this before - so you'd have to help me!"
"Oh - sure thing - sugar!" Bruce tittered. "Anything to help a lady! You can help me buy some nice trade later on!"
"I buy and sell too ..." Cecil lisped. "I'd love to walk your dog. And play with your pussy too!"
Susan whispered to the youths. She decided to tell the doorman at her apartment that Fifi had pulled her into a mudhole chasing rabbits through the park. Harlin tossed his blue trench-coat over Susan's shoulders. He walked proudly beside her, holding Fifi's leash.
The neatly dressed doorman gazed at Harlin with suspicion.
"Madame fell in the park ..." Harlin explained, virtuously. "I thought it best I accompany her to her door. Such an attractive lady should not walk in the park at nights. Even with a dog!"
"You're so right. . ." the doorman nodded, with approval. He threw up his hand to flag down a taxi.
Susan admitted Harlin into her apartment. She pulled a ten dollar bill from her purse. Harlin embraced her quickly as he promised to come the next day to give her a permanent. He agreed to climb the stairs rather than use the elevator.
Susan suddenly found herself in the unique position of paying four obvious homosexuals for way out sex. Susan realized she was not the only rich wife to pay men for such services. Susan was not afraid. Susan would never have to worry about her husband finding out. At least, she hoped not.
When the doorman noted that the man walking her dog nightly was a homosexual Susan just laughed as if she could not be concerned with such trifles.
"Surely ..." Susan laughed, "I can trust a homosexual with my dog. And I have nothing to fear from him myself!"
"Of course - Madame..." the doorman laughed. "You're as safe with him as with another woman!"
Neither did Mark object when Susan suggested they might try a little anal intercourse as a variation of normal coitus. Mark did not seem at all shocked or upset by the suggestion. He knew his wife was a sensual and sexually responsive woman. He also knew that women's desires were quite often as strong as men's.
Susan gladly noted that Mark even seemed to be more potent once he gained admittance into her tight anal canal.
What bothered Susan, even after she had gotten rid of her homosexual companions, was the fact that she could only obtain a thrilling orgasm when involved in anal sodomy. Because she became totally unresponsive to vaginal intercourse Susan thought it was high time that she consulted a psychiatrist about her compulsive anal desires.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
"I just love anal sex . . .!" Susan laughed. "Now that I've discovered sodomy nothing else turns me on! I'm completely unresponsive when my husband goes to perform normal intercourse! I guess you might say I'm becoming depraved!"
When Susan first consulted me she was concerned about her compulsive anal erotic desires. Susan complained she indulged constantly in anal masturbation. She kept repeating that the normal sexual embrace did not thrill her.
Such fixations often come to the attention of analysts who are sought out to explain these compulsive desires.
In FREAKED OUT author Dalton Edwards notes. . . .
"Many in our population might consider oral and anal relations involving genital contact to be far more perverted, if not at least variant or deviant, than heterosexual coitus. And while these acts are not considered at all unnatural as complements to the marital act of sexual intercourse, they may easily become fixated, and thus a perversion, when indulged in excessively." (5)
The vagina is noted to be virtually nerveless. Stimulation producing orgasm comes from friction against the clitoris. Clitoral and anal areas are often noted to be more responsive than the vagina. Thus it is that with many people the anus may prove more capable of stimulation.
In SODOMITE PRACTICES the author quotes Alfred C. Kinsey as saying . . .
"The anal area is erotically responsive in some individuals. In others it appears to have no erotic significance even though it may be highly sensitive to tactile stimulation. As many as half or more of the population may find some degree of erotic satisfaction in anal stimulation, but good incidence data are not available. There are some males and females who may be as aroused erotically by anal stimulation as they are by stimulation of the genitalia, or who may be more intensely aroused."
Susan notes that she ceased associating with the four homosexuals about two months after being gang-raped in the park. Susan never reported the incident to the police. She found the act much too enjoyable.
Many wives who think they might not enjoy anal intercourse find it a compulsive habit once they are introduced to it. Many wives who have been anally raped by their mates report they found it so pleasurable that they no longer had any desire for vaginal intercourse.
Susan admits she is worried about her strong anal fixation.
I suggested to Susan that she encourage her husband to utilize more clitoral stimulation prior to vaginal intercourse. I suggested some techniques that would provide more clitoral pleasure. I suggested some adult reading matter on the subject of vaginal responses.
Presently Susan is seeking to become more responsive to normal intercourse. She is urging her husband to use oral sexual techniques and manual digitation to bring about more normal sexual responses. If these techniques fail Susan wants to undergo further analysis to find out why she is so highly responsive to anal sex. I feel that more concentrated efforts to bring about normal sexual responses will yield better results.
However, until then, Susan has agreed to undergo analysis to try and help control what she personally feels is becoming a compulsive problem.
CHAPTER NINE: The Nurse Rapers
Sex was the farthest thing from Marjorie Pruitt's mind as she and her nurse companion, Donna Frisby, walked home after working the night shift at a busy hospital in the San Francisco bay area. It was dark outside, well past eleven o'clock at night. Because they lived only a few short blocks from the hospital and because they walked home together each night neither Donna nor Marjorie ever guess they might become likely candidates for a gang-rape.
Marjorie was by far the more attractive of the two nurses. Marjorie had long sensual curls of soft natural blonde hair, pale blue eyes the color of the sky, combined with dark eyebrows that made her attractive to men. Marjorie noted that she was becoming popular with a few of the young doctors and interns at the hospital. Being shy and somewhat introverted Marjorie felt that helping people who were confined to beds was good therapy for her. Although at 23 she was merely a practical nurse, Marjorie was giving some serious thought to becoming a R.N.
"I feel so virginal when I wear white all of the time ..." Donna laughed. "The truth is that Paul and I are having a hot and heavy affair. He wants to move in with me - Margie! Frankly, if it weren't for the hot scandal it would cause I'd say yes in a minute!"
"Shame on you - Donna!" Margie gasped, in surprise. "I may be old-fashioned but I guess I'll remain a virgin until I get married."
"What do you do for SEX? ..," Donna inquired.
"Aren't you getting a bit too personal?"
"I guess maybe I am . . ."Donna smiled.
Donna turned to enter her apartment which was a full block closer to the busy hospital than Marjorie's small basement apartment.
"Are you sure you don't mind walking the extra block by yourself?" Donna questioned. "If you're afraid you can bunk with me. Of course - you'll have to move over when Paul comes in from his 3 o'clock shift!"
"No thanks ..." Marjorie laughed. "Three in bed is two too many for me!"
Marjorie laughed at Donna's open immorality. Not that she disapproved of Donna's open promiscuity with her steady boyfriend. It was just that she found such a loose attitude an impossible one to adopt herself. Marjorie was whistling as she waved good-night to Donna and rounded the corner to her own apartment. Suddenly Marjorie had the distinct feeling that there was a shadow lurking behind her. Like a flash she felt rough hands about her throat. Suddenly she felt herself loosing her shoes as rough hands dragged her towards a faded brown coupe that obviously belonged to teenagers.
"Gawd-a--mighty . . . boy! "one rough looking teenager scowled, moving his filthy hand across his slightly bearded face. "Don't she look virginal? Boy - Riley - you hit it right when you suggested 'nurses' for our gang rape! Wait until I get her groovy little can on the beach. I'm going to put so much sand up her damn vagina that she has spasms. One right after the other! There's nothing better than a good sand-fuck!"
Margie was speechless as she felt herself being shoved into the back seat of an old weather beaten coupe. Three of the teenage boys in the back seat couldn't have been over seventeen. All wore faded tee-shirts and tight levi's. Margie noted that the jeans rode down on their hips without belts. She also noted a mess of tattoo's on one of the youth's naked arms.
"Look at the firm boobies under that uniform! ..." Leo, a youth wearing black sandals, laughed. "Damn - a - mighty do them things get to me!"
Margie hurriedly took stock of her situation. She was forced between three teen-aged youths in the back seat of an old car. All the youths smelled of whisky and beer. Up in the front seat two older boys, obviously about nineteen, were laughing and singing. They were passing an unlabelled bottle of whisky back and forth from hand to hand. One youth directed the other down the well-lighted Geary boulevard towards the beach.
"I've always had this wild passion for nurses," Keith giggled. "I remember this old-maid nurse back home used to get the biggest 'bang' out of playing with my pecker! Tried to stick a god-damned thermometer up my urethra one time. She'd pet and pamper me. She was dying to play with my piss-pole. I always exposed myself to her!"
"Did she suck you off? . . ." the older youth inquired.
"Hell - no!" Keith hissed. "I tried to peep up her dress one time. She told my mom. Mom whipped the hell out of me. Ever since then I've hated nurses. I've been really dreaming about raping one for ages. I was always afraid to do it alone - you guys. But with your help-well - I'm not afraid of anything!"
"Cool it baby!" the oldest youth, Mike, shouted from the front seat. "Who said anything about you young studs getting at her? Me and Leo gets first crack! After we loose our speed - man - you guys can come in and keep the peter flowing!"
Margie was horrified. She had never dated men unless she knew beforehand they would not push the sex angle with her. From a small town back East Margie wanted to remain a virgin until she got married. Someday she hoped to wed a doctor. But that was way up there in the far off distant future. Right now Margie was more concerned with her immediate fate.
Margie took a quick look at the jagged scar that ran half way down the left side of Leo's face. She \supposed it was a knife scar. The older youths smelled of perspiration and booze. She noted that Leo was the more muscular and older looking of the two.
Leo turned. He grinned at her. Leo's teeth were broken and pointed, having an almost faded yellow color. Leo was the roughest looking of the boys. His right arm was covered with tattoos of navy anchors and naked women. Leo laughed crudely as he kept rubbing his hand over the rough stubble of a beard on his face.
"Don't be afraid . . . nursie! ..." Leo sniggered. "We'll bring you home once we get finished with you!"
"Yeah - baby ..." Riley, a youth in the back tittered. "We've got no intentions of doing you in or anything like that. We're just four-no - five bored guys. We ain't got no action downtown. Keith here was tellin' us about how he hated nurses. Talked about rapin' them in their nice starched white uniforms. Baby - he gave us ideas about picking up a stray nurse walking home. We got nothing against you personally - in case you tell the police. You just make a perfect target - baby! And you can bet you're going to get banged tonight!"
Mike was enjoying the expression of stark terror written all over Margie's face. Mike had never seen a girl so frightened before. This was not Mike's first experience at rape. No - he had forced his eleven year old sister into an act of sodomy when he was only thirteen. This was just another experience for Mike. But somehow this girl looked more shocked and horrified than all of the others.
"We're not going to carve you up - baby .. ."
Fritz, a tall blond haired youth sitting next to Margie, laughed. "So stop shakin' in your britches. I'm afraid you're going to piss all over my expensive leopard seat-covers!"
Margie could not bring herself to speak. Her face turned a bloodless white - four shades paler than her starched white uniform. Margie noticed the bold stare Fritz was giving her. She noted the way all eyes seemed to be focused between her legs. Margie was terrified. The youths appeared rough and unsavory. They stunk of whiskey and cigarettes. Their jeans gripped their hips so that you could see the outline of their hard cocks inside the tight material of their pants.
"Relax - sugar!" Keith laughed, moving his rough hand towards her stockinged leg. "We're not out to hurt you. Take highway 1 out past Half Moon Bay - Mike. There's a lonely stretch of beach there where no one will bother us."
"Shit - man!" Leo grinned. "I'll be out of the mood by then. You drive by yourself - Mike. You know the way. I'm going into the back seat and inspect the goodies myself!"
Margie wanted to scream and break away as Leo climbed back over the front seat into the rear of the auto. She saw the bold outline of Leo's hard penis as he strained to climb over the seat. Margie felt hot hands on her sheer nylons.
"Let's pull these damned things down a little . . ." Leo grinned, "so that we can get a good look at your legs! God - what nice pale white thighs. I bet you've never even taken a sun-bath in your life!"
"Sh . . . shhhhh . . . little . . . baby!" Leo sniggered, licking his lower lip in a sensual bold gesture. "Don't fight me - please baby. Relax and enjoy it. I'm going to be good to you. Honey-am I going to be good to you!"
Leo forced Fritz to slide over. Leo boldly began moving his rough hand up under Margie's uniform. He felt the nurse in white tremble and fight the hot touch of his palm. With a quick gesture Leo ripped the nylons from the garter belt holding them. Leo felt his cock jerk inside her restraining jock shorts as he stared at the cool white flesh of Margie's soft thighs.
"Oh - baby . . . could I love you now!" Leo smiled, suddenly tearing open the front of Margie's white uniform.
Four pairs of curious eyes became riveted on Margie's ripe exposed breasts. Leo tore the uniform wide open. Leo pushed Margie forward so that Fritz could reach his hand down behind her and unfasten her bra. Margie screamed as she felt her breasts falling free from their restraining harness.
"God -what nice tits!" Fritz whistled.
Fritz reached boldly inside the front of her torn dress to caress one of the full lush breasts. Fritz felt his erecting manhood shoot up as he stroked the softness of Margie's breasts. Fritz squeezed the mammary globes gently until he felt the nipple grow firm in his hand.
"What a gawd-damned mouthful ..." Riley chimed, caressing the other exposed breast. "God - I love to suck a tit! I love to feel the nipple harden in my mouth. I love to bit them until the blood pours out of them like warm milk!"
"Owwww - OWWWWWW!" Margie screamed, the moment she felt Riley's tongue and teeth mash down on her breast. She felt the cold teeth biting her aureole. Margie closed her eyes and screamed.
"Hold on - you mother-fucker!" Leo shouted, slapping Riley's face. "Don't damage the goods before I get a chance to inspect them!"
Leo saw that Fritz and Riley were monopolizing the youthful nurse's lush ripe breasts. Leo wanted some satisfaction badly. But there was not enough room in the back seat of the car for a forced rape. Leo saw the pained expression on the nurse's face as she bent her head back to try and scream.
Leo watched Riley biting one breast and Fritz tenderly mouthing the other.
"You'll turn on soon - sugar!" Leo grinned, pushing up the thin material of her starched white uniform.
Leo was surprised to discover clean white panties. Leo smelled the wild fragrant odor between Margie's thighs. He bet his captive nurse used that pussy deodorant advertised on T.V. Feminine hygiene. He was thankful that the thing smelled fresh and antiseptic. Because Leo had in mind doing something pretty damned intimate to the sweet smelling snatch.
"I'm going to warm her up a little before we hit the beach ..." Leo laughed, pulling his tee shirt up to expose his muscular abdomen. "Before it's over with sweetheart you're going to make love to every damn one of us!"
Leo moved down into the floor of the speeding auto on his hands and knees. Leo's heart beat wildly as he stared up between those creamy white thighs. Leo reached out. He grabbed at the white panties. He lifted Margie up long enough to jerk the thin panties down over her thighs.
"Let's get a good look at you - sugar!" Leo moaned, feeling an insistent erection. "I can turn on - zoowie - just looking at the damned thing!"
Leo ripped the panties off Margie. Leo found himself staring into a thick golden brown cunt. The bush was full and thick hiding the pink lips that were the object of his desire. Leo pushed Margie's legs wide apart. Leo moved his head up under the uniform, pinching his thick fingers into the flabby flesh of her ample thighs.
"I like 'em fat in the thighs ..." Leo grinned, reaching his hands to her buttocks.
Leo pulled Margie up to the edge of the seat. Margie's pussy hairs were almost mashed against his lips. Somehow Leo sensed his victim was very shy and inexperienced. This made his pleasure double that which it would have been if he had found her willing. The fact that Margie's white thighs were trembling and shaking as he moved towards the apex of her femininity made him eager and hungry to put his mouth on that hot warm love nest.
"I'm going to suck you OFF - sugar!" Leo grimaced. "Might as well get you warm for it as we near the beach. I know a nice stretch of private sand where no one will bother us! But I want you hot and ready when you get there."
"SUCK HER - baby!" Fritz echoed. "SUCK HER-OFF!"
"Eat it - man!" Riley cheered. "If it's as soft as her tits you're in for a real pleasure!"
Leo moved to bury his mouth in Margie's wiry cunt. Leo thrust his tongue between the pubic lips. Leo thrust his tongue inward, confronting the resistance of pubic hair that met his oral attack.
"Fuck her with your mouth - baby!" Mike shouted, peering through the thick fog as he drove. "Have her HOT and ready when we get there. We can make love to her as the tide rolls in. There's nothing better than a good sand-fuck!"
"Oh - baby!" Leo gasped, driving his tongue deeper.
Margie was frightened. Her hot thighs were spread wide apart. Margie could not glimpse the head working beneath the skirt of her uniform. But she could feel the sharp tongue exploring her pudenda. Margie felt hot lips, a stiff tongue and the frantic sucking sensations as Leo overwhelmed her with an act of oral sex.
"Oh - NOOOOOO!" Margie groaned. She felt Leo shove her thighs farther apart. "Oh -it hurts!"
Leo was biting and nipping at her ripe clitoris with his teeth. He was drawing Margie's tongue-swollen clitoris deep into her mouth. Leo was lashing his tongue-prick back and forth over the nodular little appendage that was the origin of female desire. Leo was experienced at arousing women. He knew that even though Margie fought him tooth and nail that he would have her panting for HOT passionate sex in the end.
"Suck her good!" Riley urged. He sucked the tit harder.
Leo was tenderly mouthing the sweetly scented cunt. He thrust his tongue into Margie's vaginal opening. Leo sucked the entire genitalia into his mouth. Leo sucked hard, probing deeper with his tongue. Leo felt a small thrill of response as the tiny clitoris grew more rigid between his teeth.
Keith was staring at her with cold and naked desire. Since Fritz and Riley were working Margie's breasts Keith had no way of bothering her. Keith's prick was hard and aching between his thighs. In desperation Keith grabbed one of Margie's soft hands. He pulled it towards his body. Keith squeezed those cool resistant fingers around the head of his aching penis.
"Jerk me off -baby!" Keith gasped, crazily. "Do it like that nurse used to do when I was little. Oh, god, baby - jerk it - jiggle it! Gawd - kid-flex my meat-stick!"
Margie did as she was told. Margie was terrified. Her head was pushed back against the back of the seat. Two foul smelling youths were mouthing her tits, sucking and biting them in wild abandon. They smelled like they hadn't had a bath in months. Another youth whom she identified as Leo was moving his mouth between her thighs. Leo was performing a horribly profane act upon her. Though she was a nurse and familiar with all parts of the human anatomy Margie had never considered oral sex a normal act. She was much more surprised when she felt a thrill of sexual response moving through her thighs.
"OHOOOOOO..." Margie groaned. "Oh -noooooo!"
"Jerk me off!!" Keith laughed, crazily. "Jiggle it -sugar!"
Margie squeezed her soft fingers around that angry prick. Margie shook it like a playful dog with a bone. She did not know what she was doing. Margie seldomly masturbated herself. This was her first experience arousing a male.
Margie became more actively aware of the soft mouth working between her thighs. Margie jumped when she felt the playful nip at her clitoris. Margie felt her clitty swell and throb as that tongue lashed and lapped back and forth like some hungry dog sucking for milk. Margie felt her own juices beginning to flow as she felt the sensual thrill of excitement pulse through her body like her own intimate heartbeat.
"OHOOOO ..." Margie groaned, as Leo pulled her further over the edge of the car seat.
Leo moved his mouth and tongue in frantic gestures. Margie felt the dual hands and mouth working her breasts. Coupled with the tongue lapping between her thighs Margie felt the most strangely erotic sensations.
"She's turning on - you guys!" Mike laughed, following the rough highway through an area of dangerous fallen rocks. "Listen to the surf lapping below. Gawd - I'm dying to get my cock in her! I've got my tool out now. I wish one of you guys would come and suck it for me! I hate jerking myself off alone. But - damn it - I've got to do something."
If Margie could have seen in the front seat of the brown coupe she would have seen* Mike, the leader, frantically jerking his own rigid meat-stick with furious fingers. She would have seen the silent jet-spray of semen all over the dash board. Margie heard Mike's heavy sigh of relief all the way in the back seat. She felt herself becoming more aroused each moment.
"OHOOOOOO!" Margie groaned, awesomely. "No - oooooo!"
"Leo's going to suck her off!" Riley grinned. "He's almost got her there!"
Margie began actively mashing her cunt against that mouth and lips. Margie's fingers pulled at Leo's kinky black hair. Margie was moving her hips in frantic jerking motions, thrusting her genitalia against the hot and eager mouth that worked diligently between her thighs.
Leo fought with that thrashing cunt. Leo sucked the clitty long and hard. Leo felt the wet secretions of pure sensual ecstasy. Leo knowingly drove the shy withdrawn nurse over the edge of raw sensual passion with his probing tongue. Leo sucked the juice that exploded with her first orgasm.
Margie stumbled and almost sprained her ankle several times as they led her down a winding path down the cliff to a narrow and isolated stretch of lonely and abandoned beach. Margie had no idea where she was. She could hear the sound of the surf lapping against the shore. She could hear the eternal roar of the tide. She was afraid.
Riley was pulling her roughly by one hand. Keith jerked the other. Fritz was behind her covering any avenue of escape. Margie felt the rough and jagged rocks and sand dollars cutting into her bare feet. Then Margie felt the cool water as she realized they were at the edge of the ocean. Under any other set of circumstances, Margie reflected, she would have loved a night like this. She could hear fog horns blowing across the bay, she could see dim boat lights far out at sea, shifting about with the sway at the tides while held at anchor. But most of all, at this very moment. Marge was overcome with an impending sense of doom.
All of a sudden Margie felt Mike roughly pushing her down into the wet sand. Margie did not have on anything under her torn uniform. Mike tore it from her flesh. Mike stood in front of her, brazenly, with his dark hair curling down over his thick wiry eyebrows. Mike's eyes were a hard brown in color. Margie could see him unleashing that horrible raging penis. In a moment she felt his crude fingers forcing her trembling thighs apart.
"OHOOOOOO ..." Margie screamed, wildly, to the first pressure of a man's cock between her frightened thighs. "I'm a virgin . . .please no!"
"Shut up - bitch!" Mike scowled. He slapped her cheek with force.
Margie felt the angry thrust of hard penis between her thighs. Margie felt the painful entry and the end of her virginity as an angry male cock shot inward, filling her with a dull sense of painful pleasure.
Margie lay helpless as Mike shoved his hand under her icy buttocks. Margie felt herself being further impaled on that cock. Margie felt it pulsating and pounding with masculine life blood. Margie knew fear then as she had never known it before.
"Come on - baby!" Mike jabbered, kissing reluctant lips. "Get with it! Grind with me a little! Damn lazy bitch! I'll get you so HOT you'll come out and beg me for it!"
Margie could feel the rough sand creeping into her vagina along with the pounding penis. Margie felt the thing probing hard and deep like some silent thief. Margie could not fight back. She had to do something. So she tore her fingernails into the sweaty tee-shirt. Margie felt the phallus working inside her. As a woman she felt a fulfilling sense of sexual response. Mike was working hard, moving his root over the nodular clitoris in an effort to arouse her passions.
"Yes - sugar pie! . . ." Mike, grinned, thrusting harder. "Oh - yes - baby! Squeeze it with your cunt! Suck it in! God - squeeze the damn thing - sugar!"
Margie felt that hard prick throbbing inside of her. She wanted to get it over with. Margie began meeting Mike thrust for thrust. She ground her own cunt against the bold intruder buried inside her. Margie forgot she was being raped. She consented with her entire mind and body as the sensations of pleasure drove her almost out of her mind.
"OWWWWW - eeee, baby!" Mike groaned, sucking her lips. COME WITH ME!"
Mike doubled his efforts. His hands pushed upwards from beneath her hot buttocks. Mike felt Margie soaring near her peak. Mike moved his organ in wild impaling gestures.
"OWWWWWW!" Margie screaming, hearing her voice tossed about by the wind. "It's happening . . . again. I'm co . . mi. . . ng!'.
"I'm next..." Leo laughed, forcing Mike aside.
Leo drove his aching phallus into the yielding female flesh. Leo did not feel the resistance he expected. He was sublimely surprised to find Margie allowing him to thrust long and hard into her womb. Margie did not resist. She was too tired to fight. She met Leo thrust for thrust, and abandoned herself on the beach. As Leo pumped her towards another fiery orgasm Margie screamed out in a kind of insane ecstasy.
"OWWWWW-I'mco . . mi . . ng!"
"Owww - baby!" Leo groaned. He pulled out his dwindling penis. "You sure have come. And how!"
Keith jumped on top of Margie next. Keith was rough and grossly inconsiderate as he pumped his gigantic phallus into that yielding flesh. Keith drove hard. Margie groaned. She begged him to be gentle. Keith did not care if she experienced an orgasm with him or not. Keith was aware of his own hot and violent male need. Keith pumped and pounded in an internal rage.
"Damn . . . filthy . . . lying . . . nurse!" Keith scorned, venting hatred. "I'll teach you . . .and your kind ... to play games . . . with me!"
Margie sensed that Keith was reliving some kind of childhood trauma. That he was becoming insane and infantile as he pumped his angry phallus into her. Margie did not respond to the angry seed spilled inside of her.
"Don't kill her - baby!" Leo jeered.
Riley was next. Margie was thankful that he was kinder in his approach. Riley sucked her lips, fondled her breasts and tried to warm her up first. Riley nudged his rigid cock to her warm moist hole. Riley pushed the thighs apart and whispered tender words as he moved inside . . . deeper . . . deeper . . . deeper.
"Owwwww . . . ummmmm!" Margie groaned.
Margie was too frightened to worry about not becoming pregnant. She resisted a moment. Then when the sharp waves of passion became too intense she dug her fingernails into Riley's soft flesh. Margie moved her hot body beneath his hard sensual flesh.
"Oh - DO IT!" Margie gasped. "OWWW-now- NOW!"
Riley released his sperm. He made way for Fritz. Fritz was more compassionate and slow to arouse her to another spasmodic peak of passion. Margie's desires seemed to match Fritz's. She climbed towards her peak with him - no longer afraid. Conscious only of the deep pleasure growing inside of her like a fetus. Margie came when Fritz climaxed. She lay on the beach panting as five pairs of hot lips moved over every "inch of her body.
"You may have a few noticeable passion bites ..." Mike giggled. He nipped her abdominal flesh. "But I hope we've made this an experience you won't forget!"
Margie felt the five turgid youths repeatedly raping her over and over again. She did not fight even though the tide was coming in around her and covering them with salty spray. It made a burning sensation in her cunt. Margie lay there panting hungrily as five youths repeatedly raped her over and over again. Now she vaguely understood the taw passion that drove Donna over the edge of morality. She was no longer a virgin. And she would no longer fear sex ever again.
Margie was totally exhausted when the youths got done with her. She felt herself being turned over on her belly then. She felt a throbbing penis being shot into her ass-hole. She almost fainted when the pain became so overwhelming. But after what seemed an eternity the sharp pain became violent waves of pleasure.
Leo was the last to assault her. Margie felt herself shoved down on her hands and knees doggie-fashioned. Leo alternately pumped his hard phallus into her vagina and her anus. He stroked first in one hole and then changed for the other. Margie cried out with the most exquisite pleasure she could muster. Her voice howled through parched lips like a wild animal baying at the full moon. She knew the pleasures of wild animal sex. The passion lust that was more animal than human. She did not feel a sense of shame as Leo pumped and pounded her towards her final orgasm.
"We'd better get her back home-you guys! .. ." Keith laughed, cruelly. "Someone might miss her!"
In the back seat of the speeding auto Margie was forced to lie naked. Four boys put their hot months on her flesh. Two youths sucked her nipples. Leo was still overtly mouthing her cunt as they approached the bright lights of the boulevard. Then all four boys in the back seat forced her into her torn and dirty uniform.
Margie was wet and soiled from their potent secretions. She felt sickened and defiled as she realized she was only blocks from her apartment. The youths told her to keep her mouth shut and forget about the rape incident. They thanked her with bold jeers for the pleasure she had brought them.
"See - bitch - we didn't hurt you . . . !" Keith scowled. "Now go and get yourself laid. Maybe we've taught you what you've been missing all of these long years!"
Margie never tried to glimpse the license plate as the boys sped down the highway. She did not want to report the incident. She didn't want public humiliation or to have to go down to headquarters to try and identify the youths if she were fortunate enough to have them picked up. They had not harmed her physically. Mentally Margie felt raped, ravaged and defiled. She felt the dull ache between her thighs as she climbed the steps and dug into her torn overstuffed purse for her apartment door key.
Margie tore off her clothes with angry hatred. She ran to the shower to wipe the abuse from her body. Margie soaped and lathered every inch of her aching flesh. Then she douched. Margie had the sickening sensation that she might very well become pregnant from the gang-rape event.
That month Margie missed her period. She felt herself being further pushed over the raw edge of panic. She began thinking of an abortion. But she could not afford one and she did not know how to make connections. In utter desperation Margie began answering the loud mating call that one young intern had been making towards her. Only a doctor could help her now, Margie knew.
Margie dated Maynard Gilroy several times. She allowed Maynard to come to her apartment to woo her. She made sure he used no protection and swore she knew how to use the rhythm method. Maynard was uneasy but he followed her advice. She hated playing the part of the hot harlot who loved sex without any restraining condom. Next month, after they had repeatedly copulated, she tearfully informed Maynard she was pregnant.
Maynard was stunned. But he believed her. Maynard hurriedly phoned a guy who performed abortions and made the arrangements. He told Margie he would have liked to have married her. But that it would ruin his career.
After the horrible act was over and her wounds had healed Margie knew that she needed help. She had had herself fitted with a diaphragm to protect herself because of the wild desire-she found pulsating through her flesh. Margie felt her passions conflicting with the ancient codes of morality her parents had taught her.
On the long and lonely weekends Margie combed dingy bars alone, hunting in angry dives to find someone to pick her up for a wild sensual thrill. Margie slipped into the quagmire of sexual depravity only to sober up Sunday night to be overcome by violent pangs of guilt.
Then, and only then, when the guilt became unbearably insistent, along with her passion, did Margie realize that she desperately needed help. Only then did she find the strength to reach out and seek help.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Margie was a distraught and upset young woman when she consulted me. She cried as she told me the intimate details of the gang-rape event. She wept as she told me how she later responded with wild passion. Margie shrugged her shoulders and confessed to even more infamous sexual crimes as she went through bars and taverns seeking men to take her to their dirty apartments for further incidents of depravity.
"I didn't realize how urgently important sex could be to some people ..." Margie gasped, "until those boys made me aware of my own hidden, but powerful, urges. When I found myself suddenly pregnant I used Maynard the way I had been used. He paid for my abortion. Then we broke up. Since then I've outfitted myself with a diaphragm. I'm on the pill too! I want sex desperately. But afterwards, doctor, the guilt is enough to drive me out of my mind!"
Margie is suffering the after-effects of a traumatic gang rape. Being overcome with guilt because of her abortion she seeks solace in further sensual debaucheries. The problem seems to be to try to relieve the guilt and repair whatever physiological and psychological damage that may have been done by the violent rape incident.
There is no doubt that the violent rape incident has caused lasting and permanent damage to Margie's highly impressionable psyche. Before Margie was a clean and wholesome girl who dreamed of giving her virginity away to a happy husband. Now, violated, the victim of gang rape and a savage and cruel abortion, Margie finds her life-style and desires drastically changed. Many women in the same position have contemplated suicide but Marjorie was smart enough to realize that she needed psychiatric advice.
Fortunately Margie came to me in time to receive help. I believe she may be undergoing analysis and perhaps hypno-therapy for some time to come. But there is hope for a better way of life. And the end of guilt. Basically Margie is the same pure wholesome girl she was before the gang rape incident.
It is true in most cases of gang rape that the rapists never really realize the far-reaching harmful psychological effect of their passions.
In most cases the rapists are out to prove their masculinity to themselves as well as to others. It is as if they are essentially unsure of themselves and psychologically compelled to prove over and over again, through repeated crimes of rape, that they are men.
As author Dalton Edwards notes in FREAKED OUT . . .
"In anything the adults can do, the erotically precocious teenager tries to outstrip him. There is no fact of normal, abnormal, deviant or depraved sexual behavior that has not been explored and indulged in with a vengeance by the member's of today's teenage sexual revolution."
It is unfortunate that the victims of teenage rape are innocent young females who find their lives drastically changed afterwards. Either the girls who are raped are later terrified of sex or else they feel the thrill of response and become eager to repeat the incident. Often the guilt afterwards becomes enough to drive them over the brink of madness.
Most victims of gang rape later seek psychiatric help. Some find the event so shocking they can only recall specific details while under truth serums or hypnosis.
Whatever conclusion the reader may wish to draw, the truth is that 'gang rape' is not a happening easy to forget. Often the damage lingers on for years and is never to be forgotten.
CONCLUSION
The reader has just read repeated incidents of 'gang rape' often committed in the form popularly known as 'gang banging'. The traumatic effects of these rape incidents may be glimpsed in most cases. Violence, it is easy to see, is becoming an increasingly important part of our social structure. It is a shocking fact, statistics prove, that more and more young people are becoming incapable of sexual response save through acts of violence and sexual sadism.
Our children are reared in an atmosphere of violence, witnessing hours upon hours of gore, blood, rape and murder on the television screen. Even toys made specifically for children are oriented towards the expression of sadism. Bows and arrows, guns, deadly X-ray machines and other toys have destructive and sadistic uses. On the market today is a life-like guillotine complete with human-like victim for children to play with.
It is difficult to deny that ours is definitely an age of cruelty. Children are unleashing hostilities towards other children and even adults in shocking instances of violence. College students are engaging in violent demonstrations. Society and nameless victims become the targets of their wrath.
Men are finding they cannot achieve a satisfactory orgasm unless there is bloodshed and violence. Many lust murders are first committed and then the victims mutilated and raped.
In SADISM author L.T. Woodward notes . . .
"Medical literature is crowded with such individuals who attain orgasm and experience ejaculation at the moment of driving a knife into a girl's flesh. They are not normally murderous individuals; they stab to wound, not to kill. Almost without exception they are of low potency and find stabbing a satisfactory substitute for normal intercourse."
Though the cases in this volume brought to the reader's attention did not result in murder or mutilation it is obvious that violence is behind many acts of teenage sexual aggression. Many teenagers are helpless to enjoy sex unless there is some violent activity involved.
Because teenagers are aware that they are feared by adults when they congregate in 'mob' form and because they know they are also feared by other teenagers they often get a distinct kind of sexual thrill out of molesting women and indulging in the kind of rape known as GANG BANGING.
A solitary youth who might fear to rape a woman single-handed may find himself bursting with potency when he is submerged in a group. Often a single coward may find sexual reassurance once he is with a group from which he gains a distinct kind of sexual identity.
The gathering together in 'gangs and the performance of 'gang rape' is a method of seeking youthful identify. It is a poor method. Also a harmful one to the unfortunate victims.
But it is a way of searching for an identity in our fast changing world. It is a common end chosen by more than a few of our violently rebellious teens.
In SADISM Dr. Woodward defines sadism as the displacement of an inner destructive urge . . .
In short, sadism is an outward displacement of the inner destructive urge. The individual, from earliest childhood, learns to defend himself against the forces outside him by externalizing his own destructive instinct. In most of us, such forces are held under stable control. In some, though, the individual's insecurity is so great that he over-compensates by lashing out in destructive fury, the violence known as sadism."
All of us are confronted with pressures from the world outside. We get it from boss's, parents, teachers and peers. Yet most of us remain basically normal as individuals. The sadist is one who over-reacts to such pressures and seeks to make a counter-attack through violence.
Because teenagers today are confused and ignorant about the origins of their overwhelming sexual instincts and because they of times do not know how to control these awesome physical urges they often couple their own sexual desires with violence and lash out in a sexual attack against helpless victims.
Such sadistically inclined youths often become part of the mob rape scene known as the GANG BANGERS. This has been their story. And the shocking effect their often mischievous violence has upon their unsuspecting victims.
The files of psychiatrists are filled with acts of sexual sadism. The shocking thing is that more and more teenagers are participating and rape is becoming a popular form of gang lust. Teenagers are keeping up with their parents and peers so well that they are shocking even the sexual criminals of the adult world.
One fifth of all the rapes in this country today are committed by teenagers. It does not take a trained specialist to see that many of these youths belong to gangs which I have labeled the GANG BANGERS.
This has been the story of the GANG BANGERS. And their violence. As told by their innocent victims.
