Gang violence is a crime without a motive. A random rape, a spur of the moment stabbing, a form of aggression both sexual and violent that keeps us a nation of fear. The shocking fact is that today's teenagers are turning into brazen sexual monsters who take out their pent up lusts and hostilities upon innocent victims for no obvious reason.
As 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 new and better sexual kicks. 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."
The fact that teenagers are more sexually promiscuous than ever before is shown by the high rate of venereal infection among today's youth. What was formerly an almost exclusively adult problem is now becoming a teenage epidemic.
As Dalton Edwards comments in FREAKED OUT concerning the astonishing high rate of gonorrhea among teenagers . . . , "When broken down statistically, this means that an established 98,548 cases of this venereal infection afflicted those in the 15-19 year old age group in a single year, 1968. If further studies show a similar trend venereal disease, which has been almost wiped out among the promiscuous adult population, may ultimately become a primarily teenage problem."
Statistically speaking the high rise in criminal RAPE is shockingly evident today. These crimes can be traced back to the popular teenage street gangs who wander and RAPE 'just for kicks'. Teenagers show a higher rate of venereal infection than any segment of adult society. The number of unwanted pregnancies among teenagers is sharply rising. Teenage girls tend to become prostitutes, while boys tend to engage in crimes, rapes and robberies.
The effect of GANG VIOLENCE upon society is overwhelming. RAPE VICTIMS are seeking psychiatric help in order to cope with the trauma following their violent ordeal. Women are afraid to be seen on the streets alone at nights because of the threat of sexual violence. Women are not even safe in their own homes due to the fact that GANG RAPISTS are so sexually aggressive that they dare to invade even the tenant's apartment in search of jaded thrills.
The tragedy is that innocent wives and mothers are becoming the vulnerable targets for GANG RAPISTS! For among today's youth there are many not-quite-psychopathic misfits who take out their sexual hostilities against older women.
The teenage boy who bands together with his friends is no longer as afraid as if he were working alone. He knows that he and his companions can overpower a lone woman. He knows that he will be able to satisfy his raging LUST upon a helpless victim. He delights in the fact that he can drive her almost to the point of insanity.
Gang sexual violence is no laughing matter. The police department is aware of the growing trend towards GANG RAPE. Law enforcement officials are taking every precaution to protect society. Yet often the police have no record of these youthful offenders until the crime is committed. The shocking fact is that many RAPE VICTIMS are afraid to report these incidents.
Having been molested they are afraid they might be murdered if they gave out the name of the teen-age rapist.
Because GANG VIOLENCE is a growing threat to our society it is important that we fully understand the threat posed by the sexually rebellious factions of the teenage population. Only by being aware of the threat, the dangers and the final psychological outcome can we protect ourselves from this most loathsome 'prank' called RAPE which is becoming an increasingly popular sport among today's 'turned on' teens.
Lorraine Mason, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE - Damaged Goods
One of the most ironical rapes that ever came to my attention involved a woman, an attractive lush blond in her early thirties with a bursting 42-28-36 figure, who worked at nights employed as a stripper at a local burlesque house. During my years of practice I have encountered many victims of rape. Several women who sought my advice were later forced to seek periods of in-situational confinement because of resulting fears of rape which they magnified all out of proportion. Many 'old maids' who had never been touched by a man came for help after a rape incident. But none seemed more surprised than Goldie Morgan, a self-confessed stripper who nevertheless admitted that she was quite selective about her male friends.
The targets for rape are varied. Sometimes they are older women who have little sex appeal. Sometimes they are public figures such as Miss Morgan who sought my help immediately after the rape. Because Miss Morgan lives alone a short distance from where she works she often walks home alone at night. Most often she is accompanied by a male escort--a friend who sees to it that she makes it home safely. Yet Goldie admits quite shamelessly that she often goes home unaccompanied.
Goldie admits that she saw three teenage boys walking towards her as she approached her dimly lit apartment. Goldie describes the youths as being neatly dressed, wearing suits, white shirts, ties and polished shoes. She notes that nothing about their appearance gave any indication that they were sexual perverts, or that they intended her any harm.
This shows us that teenage rapists are often quite shrewd. They are aware that sloppy dress, long beards and an unwholesome appearance may frighten their victims. Because these boys had a specific goal in mind they found it to their benefit to appear well-dressed and refined.
As 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."
Goldie consulted me the day after the rape occurred. She phoned me at home and set up an appointment for early that morning. Goldie told me her profession, what had happened to her, and she admitted that she could not go on with her show unless she sought help. I advised Goldie to go to the police. Goldie refused. She said it would only provoke the youths to make further attack, and she admitted she did not want the publicity that such an event would attract.
"I've got my reputation to think about for gawd's sakes . . . !," Goldie rasped, relaxing her more than nubile figure against the plush leather office chair. "I admit I can use all of the publicity I can get. But who would believe that a professional STRIPPER was actually raped? If I went downtown and involved the police they'd probably arrest ME for molesting minors. You can't imagine what this information in the hands of the wrong socially-minded do-gooder would do to me! The fact that the three boys were underaged would start a scandal about me being involved with teenagers!"
"I see . . . ," I noted, listening carefully to Goldie's reasons for not going to the police.
"I admit I like young GUYS . . . !," Goldie confessed. "I mean--studs in their middle twenties. But teenage boys aren't my cup of tea. I need someone with experience. I don't mind admitting it. But I'm pretty gawd-damned choosy about who I shack up with ... for an hour or a night! The really funny part was these hoods were so well-dressed. Two of them wore black suits. They had their hair cut short and they looked like choir boys. The third boy . . . the tallest one . . . wore a grey suit. When he got out of his clothes he had the muscles of a football player. And a PRICK like a stallion! He had the filthiest mouth of any boy I've ever met."
"Tell me about the whole incident, Goldie. You noticed them walking towards you?"
"Yes . . . "' Goldie rasped, purring in her own particularly sensual voice. "I have this plush 'flat' that's wedged between two businesses that are always closed when I get home. Which means I have no neighbors nearby. Al, my manager, often walks me home about six nights a week. But late on Sunday nights he always hits this poker game. Al's a pretty lucky fellow. He won the "Blue Dragon" where I work in a poker match, believe it or not. Al wasn't with me that night. He'd gotten hot pants over a game or a dame somewhere maybe. I was alone. It was a night of a full-moon. I remember because the moon seemed to shine right through the windows of my apartment."
"Go on . . . Goldie."
"I dress pretty 'high fashion' . . . ," Goldie blushed. "I had on a mini-skirt, black hose and high heels. I was strutting home feeling like I owned the world. I like my work, doc. I guess I'm a latent exhibitionist. Watching all those old men whistling at me and hissing turns me on. I like to display my flesh. -I'm not afraid to admit that I have a beautiful body. It pleases me. It's just one of my many assets. Aside from the fact that I like to show some SKIN now and then I'm just as normal as any other woman. I go to Church on Sunday if I haven't had a heavy date the night before. I hope to get married someday when I meet the right guy. I'm not the boiling SEX-POT that society thinks I am. And believe me, baby, I don't hit the sheets with just anyone. I put on a good SHOW! I work a lot of guys up until their COCKS beg for release. But that's as far as it goes with me. If a guy comes to my dressing room with an obvious problem ... I tell him to bug off. We have Bobo, the bouncer, around for just such customers. I mean because I PEEL I'm not for hire for anything more intimate . . . know what I mean?"
"Then you aren't a prostitute?"
"No ... I'm a professional artist . . . ," Goldie blushed, forcing a cigarette into a long ivory holder that looked more decorative than serviceable. "Although I've had a damned difficult time proving it to our local police department. I've had a few run-ins with the PIGS that walk the beat in our area. When a stripper asks for help if a guy becomes bothersome they just look at you like you're getting what you deserve. So you see why I'm not anxious to involve them. For gawd's sakes they'd make more out of this because of the age of the offenders. I'd come out the rapist if you want to know the gawd-damned truth about it."
"How old were the youths?"
"About sixteen or seventeen . . . ," Goldie smiled, licking her full and sensual lower lip. "The surprising thing, doc, is they were so well dressed. No woman in her right mind would have felt a moment's fear . . . because they were so clean and wholesome. They moved aside when they passed me. I had no hint of foul play until I felt this arm around my neck and glimpsed the cold steel placed against my throat."
"All right . . . Miss Goldie . . . ," the oldest youth laughed, moving the knife towards my breasts. "I'll take that key from your fingers and open the door for you. We're here to see you on business."
"What do you want with me at this hour?," I "Shut up . . . BITCH . . . !," another boy shouted "Or you'll be the only topless stripper with one tit!"
"That kid got my door open in an instant. I usually have to fumble with it a minute or two to get the key in the right notch. My door opened for that kid like he'd pressed a magic button. Rough hands pushed me inside. Once I was in the door the boys made no attempt to hold me."
"Who are you . . . ?," I shrieked, as the lights came on.
"I'm Paul . . . ," the youngest, and blondest, smiled. "I'm not from around here so don't try to identify me with the boys you know. This here's Pogo. He's got a mean temper, baby. He'll slice up your tits for breakfast bacon just as soon as look at you. We're not going to rough you up so much honey . . . because we've already been around the building. We know the only way out is through the door. We know you got good sense. Honey--we know you might even ENJOY what we have in mind doing to you!"
"Paul stood with his legs spread wide. He had on black shoes, white socks. Paul pulled off his jacket and tossed it across one of the gold satin chairs in my plush living room."
"You have quite a PAD, baby" Pogo laughed, running his hands through his short wavy black hair. "Maybe some spare loot around we can take. You dames with the pretty bodies must make a lot of money! I'm dying to see those 42 boobs dangle down a little! We wanted to see one of your shows--the one where you advertised that you took everything off--but no one would let us in. So we hoped you might give us a private audition in your own apartment!"
"You've got to be kidding . . . ," I gasped. "I'm not about to perform for you!"
"Shut up . . . you cheap SLUT . . . !," Vince, the oldest smiled. "I like to watch a dame when she let's 'it all hang out'!"
"Vince turned my blood cold when he jabbed that sharp switch-blade at me. I saw the point rip through my expensive dress. The tip of the blade went through my bra. All of a sudden my full lush boobies hung brazenly open and uncovered in front of the boys. I thought those three youths would pop out their eye-balls. Pogo just stared with his mouth open. If he had false teeth they would have fallen out."
"Look at them TITS . . . !," Pogo rasped, sliding his hand down the inside of his thigh. "Look at them gawd-damned nipples. Look at how big that brown circle is. Look how long the tits are! Big as a damned PRICK! Gawd, baby, you got knockers like a cow! Honey--you need to be SUCKED!"
"I bet the rest of her is even prettier . . . !," Paul laughed, pulling off his own jacket. "Why don't you peel off . . . Miss Lovely . . . and show us some SKIN? Pogo, Vince and I been dreaming of this moment for weeks. We've followed you every night this week but you always had your damned body-guard around. Hey--is that fancy dude your beau?"
"Al's my manager . . . ," I screamed. "If it's any of your damned business!"
"He stays long enough after you bring him home to get a FREE FUCK and a BLOW JOB!"
"You dirty bastard . . . !," I shrieked, raking my fingernails towards Vince. "You filthy mouthed kids are all alike. Just because a girl has a profession you think she's a WHORE. Well, I tell you I'm no damned whore and you're not getting into my pants. Now split before I phone the police. You're too sane and sensible to try and kill me .... because obviously you're too young to want to spend the rest of your life in jail. I'm going to phone the police unless you leave me alone!"
"I lunged for the phone . . . ," Goldie recounted. "I had just picked up the receiver and dialed "0" when all of a sudden Paul tore the receiver from my hand. He cut the pale pink cord."
"Sorry, baby . . . ," Paul giggled, "but your Princess is dead. Now get out of them duds and peel with some style! Turn on the radio, Vince, in case anyone passes by and hears her screaming. Turn it loud--like she's having a party."
"Vince, the biggest youth, pulled off his starched white shirt as he turned up the radio. All three boys got undressed until they stood in their jock shorts. You could see their hard PRICKS bulging in their shorts. Vince had a whole mess of black hairs on his chest. He was virile looking. Like maybe he was built better than most guys. I was half-undressed as Pogo approached me and ripped the rest of my dress from my body. I was standing there in a tight corset and bra. The three youths laughed."
"Vince found some of my strip records . . . ," Goldie blushed. "I have some of the old ones that the real professionals have peeled to. I've only been in this racket four years so that makes me an amateur compared to some of the real professionals. But believe me, a stripper practices her art just as much as any pianist or painter!"
"Go on . .
"Well . . . the music made me relax some . . . !," Goldie laughed "I knew I wouldn't get any help. The cop who handles my beat comes by around three-thirty. He usually hears my music so he wouldn't think anything if he heard it tonight. It was a long way to three-thirty and from the looks of the PRICKS on those three young boys they meant to keep me occupied until then!"
"We'll pay you if you like . . . ," Pogo laughed. "I got five dollars. You put on a good show and cooperate and it's yours. I hate to think of a high class dame like you putting out for nothing!"
"Paul pushed me down on the couch. He and Vince overpowered me. They pulled off all of my clothes. I was standing nude in the floor displaying a thick pubic patch. Lots of times I've let my cunt hairs show around my FIG LEAF. It drives the guys in the front of the audience wild! I have a naturally HOT odor anyway. Maybe the boys got a whiff . . . !"
"OHOOOO . . . ! NOOOOOOOOO . . . !"
"Paul was forcing me down on the couch while he moved his finger towards my cunt. He seemed fascinated with my heavy pubic bush. His mouth hung open. It was then that I noticed he had four gold teeth. He obviously came from a good family to be able to afford such luxuries. He stunk of expensive cologne. I mean . . . the imported kind! Paul ran a finger up and down my hairy slit. Finally he made a few rough jabs!"
"You ever been finger-fucked before, baby ... ?" Paul inquired. "You let guys fuck you off with their hand? Man--oweeeeeee--you sure are HOT and you sure do smell like SEX! Listen to the gawd-damned wet sound of my finger moving in and out of your hot hole!"
"I want to put something bigger than a damned finger in there . . . ," Vince rasped, unleashing his violent manhood. "I want to stick my damned PRICK in there and pump off. I hope she does the bumps and grinds while she's fuckin! I like a girl who moves wildly under me!"
"I lay there helpless . . . ," Goldie groaned. "That damned Paul was still fucking me and feeling me all over with his finger. Vince had his damned uncircumcised COCK between his fingers. He moved boldly towards my face! Vince slobbered out of the corner of his mouth as he moved his COCK towards my lips!"
"Open your mouth, baby . . . ," Vince blabbered. "You're going to suck a little peter tonight!"
"I tossed my blond hair from side to side in an effort to escape his RAGING PENIS!," Goldie frowned. "You have no idea how much I fought. I know the law would claim I consented, maybe even propositioned the boys--but I hope you will accept the truth as I tell it to you!"
"Continue . . ."
"The stud named Vince rammed a finger into the corner of my mouth. I tried to bite him. He slapped me until my teeth rattled. He gouged a finger into my eye until I thought I would loose consciousness. Weakly I parted my lips and did not fight the rigid penis he shoved into my mouth!"
"If you bite a damned inch of it . . . !," Vince swore, "I'll slice your tits. I got a switch-blade that cuts like crazy! Now just run your gawd-damned tongue up and down the length of my MEAT! Suck it a little, baby. I'm sure this isn't the first time you've taken a little peter in the line of duty."
"NOOOOO . . . noooooooo . . . !," I groaned.
"Vince overwhelmed me. He began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, moving with those bold and sensual motions that made me think he was fucking a cunt. That damned Paul was down between my legs with his mouth around my pubic lips. Paul was biting and sucking like someone gone crazy!"
"Dig the damned hair, man . . . !," Pogo laughed. "This dame's got to be wearing a false cunt! A blond with a black cunt! She really tastes like a fuckin WHORE!"
"I fought and tried to shout a few filthy names . . . ," Goldie protested. "But with Vince pumping and pounding down my throat I didn't get much of a chance to object. I had to submit and become the passive servant to his passions."
"I lay there feeling like a sliced hunk of meat as Vince pounded between my lips. Paul sucked me until my cunt felt almost raw. My clitoris was throbbing in his mouth. Paul nipped me. He lashed his sharp-pointed tongue back and forth. I spread my thighs wider and allowed him to EAT ME as much as he could. Needless to say I'm a sensitive woman. This oral act definitely turned me on!"
"Ummm . . . ," Vince laughed, throwing back his head at the moment he released his spewing passion. "That damned bitch likes to be chewed on! Stick your tongue deep in her CUNT, baby. Fuck her with your gawd-damned tongue prick! SUCK HER OFF . . . SUCK HER!"
"Vince moved his spewing cock down to my tits. He stuck the tip of his penis, the meatus urinarius, right against the tip of my breast. He mashed them together until his cream rolled all over my boobies. You could see the white stuff like jelly all over my titties. Vince noticed how close my tits came to my mouth when he mashed down on them. He pushed them upwards."
"Hey . . . you guys . . . she can suck her own tits . . !," Vince rasped. "She can SUCK HER OWN DAMNED BREASTS!"
"Pogo pulled out this pocket knife. He waved it in front of my eyes. He pushed my nipples towards my mouth. I had no choice but to extend my tongue. I began licking the aureole. I've always been able to suck my breasts. Every since I went through puberty and began developing at such a rapid rate!"
"EAT yourself--honey . . . !," Pogo laughed, shaking his own MEAT as he watched me sucking my breasts.
"Paul was still eating my CUNT . . . ," Goldie explained. "He had me moaning hot passionate sounds deep in my throat. All of a sudden Pogo pulled Paul back."
"Let a real MAN at her, baby . . . !," Pogo scowled.
"Paul grumbled as he relinquished his position. Pogo moved on top of me like an athlete. He positioned his hands under my buttocks and drew me up against his throbbing member. He impaled me with his throbbing penis, driving in deep and hard."
"I bet you've gone out with lots of young guys . . . ," Pogo blabbered. "I bet you need a hot STICK now and then! I bet you get all of the loving you can handle down at that place where you work. I bet you do it in your dressing room before you go on stage. Do you fuck off before a show to make sure you're hot? Do you .. . honey?"
"Don't be vulgar, stupid!," I rasped. "FUCK ME and get it over with. Where I come from boys don't try to act like men when they don't have the damned equipment to back it up with!"
"Pogo got furious at my slur on his manhood. He stuck a wicked finger into my ass and almost tore my rectum open. He pumped and pounded into me making these wild motions that brought my clitoris in contact with the base of his penis. I squeezed hard hoping to hurt him with the strength of my grip. Pogo moved in and out wildly, proving to me that he was very much of a man!"
"I know how to FUCK, baby . . . ," Pogo laughed. "It's just that your damned PUSS has stretched so much it seems like a river. I hope I don't get lost in your big hole. You must take on every guy in the audience to get one that big!"
"You liar!"
"Pogo pumped and pounded. He got me near my peak and then he'd slow down and begin those sensual motions all over again. It was the most aggravating thing a man had ever done to me. Because Paul had sucked me so much I was very HOT and in the mood to be fucked to a standstill!"
"Fuck harder, short stuff . . . !," I laughed. "You got there and almost quit. Afraid you don't have enough stuff in your balls to prove you're a man?"
"You lying filthy WHORE . . . !," Pogo moaned, tossing back his head as he released a wild blow to my face. "My mother says all women are lying whores. But you're a real whore and you're getting what you deserve! You advertise your damned body, baby. It's about time somebody took it by force!"
"OWWWW . . . NOOOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "The pain was terrifying as Pogo hit me. He sunk his prick deep into my cunt. He hit me twice before Paul stopped him. Pogo ground deep and hard. He no longer thought about holding back his orgasm. Instead he unleashed a violent hatred as he filled me with his lust. I met his every move, not wanting to allow him the privilege of having raped an impassive body. I wanted to prove to him that I was just as good at SEX as he was. I wanted to take some of the joy out of his triumph!"
"You must have ball-bearings in your hips . . . !," Vince laughed. "You must really be a fucking whore!"
'Togo's body went rigid. He screamed out like some wild animal. He pumped a few more times. His seed poured into me. Pogo pulled his prick out and moved it towards my mouth. He roughly pulled open my eye and let his cock spew right in it!"
"Look at her, you guys . . . !," Pogo shouted, watching the jizz roll down my cheeks. "Look at her crying! Crying because three nasty boys raped her and used her body!"
"I wanna see you MASTURBATE . . . ," Vince shouted. "I want to watch you BEAT YOUR MEAT! I used to know this damned girl who'd sit naked in front of a big mirror and pull her hairy pubic lips apart. Then she'd wet her finger and rub it all over her damned cunt . . . especially her little 'bud' . . . and she'd get so wet and juicy. She used to call me on the phone and make those wet smacking sounds. It would nearly drive me crazy. Gawd, baby, it's been so long since I've seen a girl MASTURBATE herself. How about doing it for me?"
"Vince was nuts about watching me masturbate myself. He moved the tip of that switchblade right under my chin. He held it there while Pogo moved my hand down between my thighs."
"Diddle yourself, sugar, and cry for us to FUCK YOU . . . !," Vince demanded. "Play with your MEAT ... or you'll be sorry. Cause I'll fuck you off with the damned switch-blade if you don't."
"Pogo moved a flaming cigarette lighter towards my cunt. He let the flame whip out like a torch. I saw several of my pussy hairs curl from the heat. I felt it moving closer. Pogo let the flame touch my flesh a moment to show me that he wasn't kidding."
"NOOOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "Don't BURN ME! Noooo . . . I'll do it! I'll do it. . . you guys!"
"I moved my hand between my thighs. I was laying on top of the gold velvet couch that I wouldn't even let company sit in. It's an antique Chippendale that I am very particular about. There I was stark naked lying on the couch and moving my fingers between my legs. I liked the feeling of the long pussy hairs between my fingers. I masturbate wildly at nights alone. Heavy pubic hair turns me on. It gives the guys I go with a charge too!"
"FINGER FUCK YOUR PUSSY, baby!," Vince laughed. "Come on . . . work yourself off. Do the bumps and grinds while you frig yourself. Pull them damned lips apart because I want to get a good look at your TWAT . . . !"
"Pogo held a mirror down there so he could get a better peep . . . ," Goldie laughed. "I pulled my lips wide apart. I found my clitoris and massaged it right in front of their eyes. The three guys stood there with their mouths open like they'd never seen a woman diddle herself before. I knew then that they were just out for kicks and they didn't mean to kill me. They just thought a stripper would act like a WHORE . . . !
I tried to memorize everything about those boys. But I knew, when they were doing it to me so wildly, that I wouldn't go to the police. A stripper doesn't have much of a chance when she wants the law on her side. Hell--the boy's mothers would probably press charges against me for demoralizing their sons. I know how crooked the damn law works."
"I hope you're getting an eyeful. . .," I blushed, masturbating. "I hope this is pleasing you. Because it's damned boring for me. I don't enjoy idle masturbation. I find it humiliating. I find it sickening that you like to watch like a bunch of damned voyeurs. I wish to hell you'd leave by the same door you came in. Then we could both forget about this."
"Aren't you going to phone the police . . . ?," Pogo inquired, shaking his penis wildly. "Aren't you going to give them all the sordid details about what three nasty boys did to you? But who'd believe an old whore?"
"I struck at Pogo . . . ," Goldie explained. "He wedged his thick penis between my lips. He pulled on my ears and jerked my head up and back as he straddled my shoulders. He made a game out of shoving his damned cock in my mouth as I masturbated. Vince was playing with his own meat as he watched me. Vince was having an orgy jiggling his stick. I lay there playing with myself until my cunt made loud wet smacking sounds!"
"She floods like a river, baby . . . ," Paul laughed. "Too bad she can't suck herself!"
"Pogo shot his juice on my tits. He laughed as he made me lick his come off my tits. I was sucking my own nipples and playing with my cunt. I felt like some masturbating idiot with three guys watching me. I guess boys masturbate a lot but never get a chance to see girls do it. I do know that watching me made their cocks hard. Because the three of them had massive erections!"
"Vince fell on top of me first . . . ," Goldie groaned. "He giggled as he worked his meaty prick into me! He was so excited that he didn't put off having his own ORGASM. He pounded me swiftly and violently. He moved his hands under my buttocks. He drove his throbbing penis deep into my flesh!"
"I hope I make a BABY . . . !," Vince laughed, releasing his seed. "I hope I make you swell up like a damned blimp. Girls in your profession ought to get caught. Then you'd be punished for the way you work guys up and leave them hanging. You can't imagine how well we planned this night, baby. We been just thinking about it for months. Every since that damned bitch at the front office wouldn't let us in to see you because we were minors. That was when we decided we'd have our fun with you in person! Everyone knows that strippers like COCK! They like to excite guys and get them hard or they wouldn't be in the business. And if they get laid now and then by a couple of kids with a hard-on, well, who's to know about it? I mean ... we can say you invited us in, right, baby?"
"That Vince was smart . . . ," Goldie rasped. "When he got done shooting the bull he spilled his load in me. Then he pulled out. He slapped me when I laughed at his dwindling manhood. Because I felt safe and secure after an operation I didn't mind telling him he wasn't man enough to make babies. I'd had the surgery to keep from having babies. I don't want any fetus pulling my flesh out of shape. I want to make enough in this racket to retire. I need my figure to do it!"
"Those kids went crazy sucking my tits . . . Goldie laughed. "They acted like they'd never seen big boobs before. Pogo fucked me next while Vince sucked my damned tits. Pogo pounded long and hard and groaned and cried out calling me filthy names all during the act. It was obvious that they wanted to humiliate and offend me. The fact that I was beginning to turn on to them and to respond to them made them grow more lusty. I enjoyed the way Vince mouthed my tits, now and then sinking his teeth into them just to make sure they were responsive!"
"Oh . . . gawd . . . FUCK ME . . . !," I cried. "FUCK ME . . . POGO . . . ! FUCK ME . . . HARD."
"Pogo got very excited when I dug my fingernails into his back. He slammed his thick penis into me as deep as he could. He ground into me so very intimately and even stuck a finger into my sensitive ass-hole. I pumped up to meet him thrust for thrust. I was really doing the bumps and grinds. Those guys knew it. I guess in the heat of passion I became excited. I cried out louder and louder. Paul turned up the radio to muffle my cries. I thought of the police man hearing me. Maybe he'd stop in and check on me. Maybe not. I always left the blinds slightly open so he could peep in as he walked by. I thought maybe getting him excited would make him more HUMAN! The cop on my beat's an old grouch who's testicles have probably atrophied!"
"Go on . . ."
"Well... those youths took turns with me . . .," Goldie admitted. "They fucked me hard . . . one right after the other. When they got tired and spent they touched a cigarette to my tits and made me masturbate my WET slippery cunt until it made those indecent smacking sounds. Then they made me EAT THEIR PRICKS until they got an erection. Then they all fucked me again. I thought a lot about that cop coming by and looking in. But about two in the morning the boys got tired. They were ready to leave. Pogo got my nylons and tied my ankles. The way I was bent over I was most uncomfortable."
"I watched the three boys dress. They were all smiles . . . ," Goldie blushed. "They surveyed themselves in the mirror. They looked so respectable. Then Pogo took his thick leather belt as he watched me bent over. Paul tied my hands to my ankles so my buttocks stuck out high in the air. All of a sudden Pogo lashed the end of his belt across my ASS! I screamed out. Pogo struck my ass again and again. Vince shoved the other stocking into my mouth to silence me. They all had a merry laugh. I saw Pogo pull his PRICK out of his pants and aim at my expensively upholstered satin couch. All of a sudden I saw him pissing all over it. Pogo laughed wildly, like maybe he was on drugs or something. He laughed while Vince grabbed the belt and hit me a few more times."
"This has been more fun," Paul chuckled, "than being given a free pass to a whore house! You can go to the police, baby. But they'll never find us. If I were you I wouldn't go out on the streets alone. It's a good three blocks to the nearest pay phone. We were just funning you, baby . . . but there might be a real RAPIST . . . maybe a MURDERER ... out on those streets after dark! And remember the next night you walk home alone that there might be some bloodthirsty pervert lurking in your shadows. Instead of working the cobwebs out of your cunt he may just disembowel you and carve you up. Lots of guys like to get it from whores and women like you . . . ! Man--I'm going to tell all my friends I raped Goldie Morgan. But no one will believe me unless you go to the police!"
"I was laying on the floor when they left, slamming the door behind them . . . ," Goldie muttered. "It took me less than four minutes to get untied. It took me less than a second to realize there wasn't much of a chance of having my phone repaired at night. I have a private line. The operator probably thought I had it off the hook. I wanted to phone the police. But I realized that the men on the vice-squad would have a field day with my complaint. I mean when you're in the business of selling sex--in one form or another--even if you never TOUCH your customers--they treat you like damaged goods. After a couple of drinks I dozed off. The repair man came early in the morning. Then I realized I had to phone you!"
"I know a guy in a related profession who says you kept him from going CRAZY. It's not that those boys really hurt me in a physical way. It's just that they wounded my pride. They also made me aware of how vulnerable I was to a real rapist who might not be satisfied until he leaves my bloody body in a tub or something. I'm so shook up that I had to phone you for an appointment. I don't think I can put on my show tonight unless you can give me something for my nerves!"
"Jeez--you don't know what it's like living in the fear that someone may attack you at any moment. I'm going to move to a busy apartment where there are more people around. This place is dangerous because I'm so isolated from everyone! Maybe I can get another stripper to move in with me and share the expenses. I'm afraid to tell Al what happened. He'll make me keep Bobo around as a bodyguard. Frankly I'm afraid of that big dumb ape. He's watching me all the time backstage. I don't want to tell anyone what happened to me. But I do need help desperately!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: The shocking fact is that women who are not physically harmed during an incident of rape often manifest strong indications of shock and trauma. Though the experience may not have proven itself to be physically painful it is nonetheless highly traumatic.
Many rape victims do not report incidents of molestation to the police. They may seek psychiatric care to counter-act the overwhelming after-effects of fear and shame. Many women hesitate to make public confession of the incident for fear of unwanted publicity that may bring shame or even lure another rapist into making an attack. For this reason many rape victims do not press charges or even seek the identity of their attackers. For this reason many rapists run at large until their crimes become more horrible and until they leave a clear trail leading to their arrest.
Teenage boys are likely to consider 'rape' a lively prank to play on an unsuspecting woman. Being stimulated by visual pictures of Goldie and the frequent advertisements made of her profession these three youths considered Goldie a ripe target for their sex-hungry LUST.
Rape is becoming a more noticeable crime among teenagers today. Especially among the delinquent boys in our society. As Dalton Edwards notes in FREAKED OUT "Of particular interest in the area of sexual delinquency are the statistics furnished by the FBI in it's 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 forcible rapes in this country are committed by teenagers."
These statistics may seem shocking. They are true. Boys, those who assemble in gangs, often find RAPE inflicted on an innocent victim to be a prime source of entertainment. Even though they do not intend to kill they inflict lasting damage in the form of psychological after-effects which are more injurious to the patient than any act of physical brutality.
The fact is that woman, even strippers, are likely candidates for a RAPE EXPERIENCE, particularly since they excite lust without satisfying it. Most likely the boys would never have carried out the rape if they had been permitted to satisfy their curiosity with other members of the audience. Being bold, and daring, and eager the boys dressed well to attract a minimum of unwanted attention. Then they proceeded to molest the stripper though they meant her no real harm.
Goldie will be under analysis for a short time. Though she has told no one of the incident she has rented her flat and taken a smaller apartment in a crowded building. Goldie is beginning to realize that girls in her profession make likely targets for a rape.
The impression I wish to leave is that even RAPE FOR FUN leaves shattering after-effects which require psychiatric attention, even though no permanent harm is done. Rape is not an act to be taken lightly under any circumstances.
CHAPTER TWO - Apartment House Thriller
Busy and crowded apartment houses are often the scenes of serious crimes. The known rapist is often attracted to such places because he knows he can find a lone woman there without searching far. Sometimes the rapists are teenagers seeking a thrill. They may be hostile misfits who have to take out their violent hostilities in some fashion upon an innocent and helpless victim. It is a known fact that the crowded cities are bursting with crime and that teenage boys who live in the cities often resort to criminal acts of sexual passion in order to bolster their ego's.
The aggressive members of juvenile sex gangs may be nothing more than a gathering of emotional weaklings who set out to prove their 'manhood' in the midst of the world by committing acts of rape which may make the newspapers and give them a feeling of notoriety. Psychologists believe that many delinquent boys are basically insecure and cover up their own doubts and fears by becoming socially and sexually aggressive.
As L. T. Woodward notes in SADISM ....
"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 know as sadism."
Basically our most notorious sexual attackers may be insecure teenagers who compensate for feelings of inferiority by indulging in outward aggression. Innocent members of society are most often the victims as will be illustrated in this case.
Peggy Dublin is a young and attractive housewife in her mid-thirties. She is a plump woman with a shining face, bright blue eyes, and a wide smile. Her radiant personality has made her well-liked by all of her neighbors. Police who did the investigating after the rape was reported verified that Peggy was the type of woman who would not have had an enemy in the world. From all indications Peggy is the victim of an abandoned and vicious assault.
Peggy's husband, Carl, suggested analysis immediately after he found out about the cruel and vicious attack. Because Peggy is so impressionable and because some of the acts she was forced to perform were perverse it seems likely that analysis may save her from an eventual nervous breakdown. Peggy and her husband both work hard to make a living. Peggy's husband works eleven hours a day, seven days a week. In the morning before work and in the evening before going to bed he fires the furnace down in the basement in return for being charged less rent. Peggy does sewing and ironing in her small crowded apartment. Peggy has a fifteen year old son who is out on the streets.
Peggy was discovered hanging naked by a pair of handcuffs from a pair of hot water pipes in the basement. She had adhesive tape over her mouth. By moving slowly along the pipes Peggy was able to alleviate her pain somewhat when she maneuvered herself above the washers and thus obtained solid footing. Peggy was unable to free herself from her bindings until her husband returned home from work, and finding her missing, began searching for her. Carl phoned the police who were able to remove the hand-cuffs with a skeleton key."
"The first thing the cops said . . . ," Peggy began, in a distraught voice, "was that it was the same bunch of hoods who shot Officer Bradley over on 42nd street. There was a big write up in the paper about the officer who got shot while trying to stop a vicious rape. Apparently one of the rapists stopped long enough to grab Bradley's handcuffs and to take his wallet. It proved out after a check that they were Bradley's handcuffs. I knew the kids were vicious the moment they grabbed me. They were no amateurs. They were hardened criminals. There were four of them. They were dirty and filthy. They knew how to creep about an apartment building without being heard. I've read of other women being raped across town. I mean--you read about things like that but you never think it could happen to you."
"How did it happen Mrs. Dublin?"
"Well--it was mid-afternoon. It was so hot in the stinking apartment that I wanted something to do. So I gathered up all of my husband's dirty clothes. I decided to wash down in the basement. You know how big some of these basements are that run under an apartment house. This one had fifty locker rooms where you could store furniture and stuff. The kids could have been hidden anywhere. There's a big washroom, full of hot water pipes, automatic washers and dryers, and they make a lot of racket but they do a fairly good job. There's an ironing board and an iron down there you can use if you want to do your clothes from start to finish. It's not fancy by any means--but it does the job!"
"Your husband fires the furnace?"
"Yes . . . morning and night . . . !," Peggy blushed. "Carl's worked with furnaces and boilers. He knows how to take care of one without blowing the whole place up. I'd hate to turn some kid loose with the responsibility of that job."
"I see. Do you often wash alone?"
"All of the time. The apartment house is full of noisy Italians and Puerto Ricans. I don't get chummy with my neighbors. If you do they beg and borrow all of the time. I guess now I wish I had made friends with a few of them. Maybe we could have done our laundry together. It was the time of day when no one goes downstairs. I had to wait until Friday. Everyone else does their wash on Monday. It's my fault, I guess."
"Tell me exactly what happened."
"It took three machines. I poured in the bleach. I was waiting for the machines to start swirling before I went upstairs. I was just walking out of the wash when suddenly two youths jumped in front of me. They grabbed me."
"OHOOOOOOO . . . noooooooo!," I screamed.
"Hi . . . ya . . . baby . . . !," one youth yelled.
"I felt a crude rough kiss planted on my lips. I felt a stinking tongue thrust into my mouth as the other boy moved in on me from behind. He pressed a sharp stiletto in my back. I was too frightened to move as the boy in front reached for my tits."
"She's an ugly bitch . . . but her body's warm . . . he laughed. "I get HARD every time a woman tries to fight me. Baby . . . you don't know what you do to me making like you want to scream. One word and you're dead . . . baby . . . DEAD . . . !"
"He means it, honey . ..." a tall dark haired youth behind me whispered. "Skull's no fool. And you don't play around with him. Shit, baby, last week Skull shot his first cop all by himself!"
"Shut up . . . Roach . . . !," Skull shouted. "Don't be telling the dame so much. I ain't doin no more murderin' unless I have to. You're just as much in on the murder as I was. So keep your fuckin mouth shut."
"As they drug me into the wash room and locked the door I saw that there were four of them. More unsavory looking characters I've never met. They all wore beards and moustaches which hid any distinctive features I might have recognized. I attempted at first to memorize something about them. But when you're terrified clean out of your wits it's hard to remember anything."
"Go on . . ."
"The other two youths were even more 'ghoulish' looking. They were especially frightening. They had a satanic gleam in their dark flashing eyes. The way they laughed and slobbered and stared I guess they were on drugs. One youth kept taking deep drags off this foul-smelling cigarette. I could see this hard bulge in his pants. I later learned that he was the youngest of the bunch. His name was Monk. There was nothing distinctive about him except the long dark beard, his shaggy eyebrows and the cruel smile that crossed his lips whenever he glanced at me."
"The youth called 'Skull' was by far the meanest .. . !," Peggy blasted, nervously. "He was big and brawny. He looked to be about seventeen. Monk was only fifteen. Skull has this very high forehead which shines all of the time. It's the only part of his face that you can really see. His hair was tangled and black, and he wore this leather vest with silver trim on it. Skull wore these faded levi's and a rope belt that hugged his hips. You could see the outline of Skull's hard penis hanging half-way down his leg!"
"You know you don't mind being MANHANDLED, sugar . . . ," Skull scowled, pinching sharply. "You know you like the thoughts of being RAPED by four big brawny men. Baby--when we get done with you you'll know you been had! You'll think you're going to have COCK coming out your ears. Cause, baby, all of us are good-sized men. Does that make you want it more?"
"Skull kept rubbing around on the front of me. Roach had this stiletto pressed against my ribs. Harley was the third youth. He was a tall guy with blondish-brown hair. He wore tight black jeans. He was so thin that there wasn't an inch of flesh on his body. Harley had the most gentle eyes. They were a watery blue. It was easy to see that Harley and Monk were at the beck and call of Skull and Roach who were the undisputed leaders of the group."
"Where did you come from . . . ?," I gasped.
"From the walls, baby . . . ," Roach stammered, demonstrating a slight speech impediment. "Through the air! Baby ... it ain't where we come from . . . but where we're going that matters. And baby from the way Skull's staring at you right now I'd say he was thinking mighty hard about putting his THICK PENIS in your stinking hole!"
"Tell her . . . Roach . . . ," Harley guffawed. "Atta baby . . . tell her how it is. Let her know just what she's in for. I know damned well if I was a dame I'd like some guy raping me. Phew--I get hard just looking at guy's cocks. I can imagine what it does to a real woman!"
"You're a fag . . . !," Monk laughed, stroking Harley's bulging crotch. "Don't brag about it Harley. Cause you gotta prove you're a man with her too."
"Naw . . . bug off baby . . . ," Harley laughed. "I'll make her drink my PISS!"
"You can't imagine how terrified I was when Skull kept rubbing against me and pushing me further back towards the wall. I felt the stiletto move away from my back. Skull kept creeping closer and closer. I cringed in terror when I felt my back finally touch the cold dampness. I was too frightened to scream. The youth had murdered one man by mistake--he wouldn't hesitate to kill again if he had to."
"Baby--you got sweet TITS . . . ," Skull whistled, sucking his lower lip. "You need to let a guy suck them and love you up real good. I bet your old man's got lots of lovers on the side. Why not relax and enjoy yourself? Why not take advantage of a good thing when it happens to you? All I want is a little love. It doesn't necessarily have to be RAPE! I admit it gives me a kick to take you . . . but you don't have to make it like that!"
"You BEAST . . . leave me alone!"
"Skull mashed me against the wall. His hands went everywhere. First he tore all my clothes off. He just ripped them piece by piece until I was standing naked and frightened in the corner of the room. Then he slipped his hand behind my back, unzipped his penis with his free hand, and pulled me roughly against him."
"How does it feel to have a real MAN wanting you . . . ?," Skull whispered, pushing me roughly against one of the tables against the wall. "Look at my BIG THING, lady. Watch it GROW . . . ! See what you do to me? Doesn't it flatter you . . . ?"
"He's on yohimbine, lady . . . ," Monk giggled. "That means his cock don't go soft no matter how long he fucks you! So you can expect a stiff peter even after he POPS OFF!"
"Don't tell her, baby . . . ," Roach shouted, closing his knife. "Show her. Surprise her! Give her your shaft and illustrate the facts of life for her!"
Skull pushed me up against the table. He kind of lifted me up on it and mashed his penis into me. Roach spit on the floor as he pulled out the wet clothes, sheets and stuff and put them under me on the table. I was forced to lay on WET SHEETS! Skull climbed on top of me. He moved into a position where he could penetrate me with his foul penis."
"Damned . . . look at that GIANT . . . !," Harley giggled. "Watch her hairy snatch quiver as he moves inside of her!"
"I almost cried the way those foul youths were talking about me. Monk kept feeling my tits from the side. Roach was smoking this foul-smelling cigarette. On a sudden impulse he pushed it against my breasts. I screamed. I fought against Skull as he worked his penis into me. All at once Skull began those rhythmic strokes in and out. I don't mean he was patient or gentle. He slammed his MEAT into me without giving a thought to my reaction. He slid his hand under my buttocks and pulled me up against him. It felt as if his RAGING PENIS would jab all the way to my tonsils!"
"It was the worst humiliation I had ever experienced . . . ," Peggy groaned. "You can't imagine how horrible it is to be laying naked in the laundry room on a wet pile of clothes with some bearded goon thrusting his ANGRY PENIS in and out of your cunt. You can't imagine how soiled and filthy I felt. Roach was pulling at that cigarette with crude angry lips. His left hand involuntarily stroked his shaft. I could see it growing larger and larger in his pants. But that was nothing compared to the MONSTER moving inside of me. The most surprising thing was that Skull seemed capable of fucking forever without experiencing an orgasm. He kept pumping and pumping until my body went limp. I closed my eyes and endured my torment, hoping it would soon be over. I could feel the heat and perspiration on Skull's forehead as he clung to me whispering foul words of love in my ear!"
"FUCK ME . . . BABY . . . ," Skull whispered. "Bring your stinking cunt up against my COCK. Move with me, sugar. Squeeze me with your stinking cunt. Love me--sugar--oh, love me!"
"Sock it to her big daddy . . . !," Harley blasted.
"Skull kept pumping and pounding. I was exhausted. All at once his body went rigid."
"MOTHER-FUCKER . . . !," Skull shouted. "I'm COM . . . ING . . . !"
"Skull collapsed on top of me after he released his load. I was shocked when his cock failed to go soft. It remained hard. All at once Skull began pumping and pounding again, as if gaining a second wind. Skull thrust a curious finger into my quivering ass-hole."
"NOOOOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "Don't touch me there ... !"
"Why are you an ass-hole virgin . . . ?"
"Hey . . . this dame's got a virgin ass-hole . . . !," Roach screamed, sticking a dirty finger up his nose. "Hear that . . . Harley ... we got a virgin ass in the crowd!"
"Hurry up . . . Skull . . . ," Harley grinned, spreading his legs wide apart as he stood in a vulgar stance staring down at the mammoth erection in his pants. "You know how I love a tight ass-hole. Man, don't cop her cherry if there's one back there."
"Skull reached his second climax quickly . . . !," Peggy admitted. "He didn't go soft but he seemed to loose a little zip. Harley glanced down at my wet cunt. He stuck a curious finger in it and felt the semen flowing into my vulnerable sex. Harley bent my arm backward and forced me to turn over. Harley had the youths prop some things under my belly. You won't believe this but they took ropes and tied my hands and legs to the edge of the table. That way they could all stand back without holding me and survey my nakedness. Harley watched me cry. Then he mounted me."
"Low down dirty fuckin WHORE . . . !," Harley blabbered. "Damned if I go up your stinking cunt hole. I don't know how many damned men you've had up there. But baby, from the way you act your damned ASS is virgin! I'll be your first ass-hole man! Ever had a man tear into your ass, baby? It hurts. Oh, boy, does it hurt. But then later it feels so damned good that you beg for more! You're going to beg me to FUCK YOUR DAMNED ASS, BABY!"
"I tried to squirm and fight. But the ropes were so tight that they cut off my circulation. Harley straddled me from behind. His boots were dirty as he kneeled on the table behind me. I felt him pull my buttocks apart. Harley unzipped his raging sex. He studied it. He gave his cock a few swift jerks to make sure it was rigid. Then Harley thrust towards me without once making any move to lubricate himself."
"Shut her, Roach . . . !," Harley shouted, backing off. "Damned--stick something in that fucking mouth of hers!"
"Roach shoved a pair of soiled underpants in my mouth. They must have been left by someone else because they were a child's size. They smelled of urine and filth. I lay there frightened beyond my wildest dreams. I saw Harley spit on his hand. All at once Harley spread the spittle on the tip of his foul-smelling blood-swollen penis. Harley jabbed at me, making one hard thrust that felt like it would split me in two. All at once his cock moved inside of me. I could tell because my sphincter closed tightly down on top of it!"
"PENETRATION . . . ," Harley shouted. "I made it. And, gawd, you guys--she is a VIRGIN back there!"
"Harley went wild ripping his damned cock into my sore ass-hole. I can't describe how it felt at first. It was horrible. It hurt like nothing I ever felt before. I remember how it hurt the first night I lost my cherry. My husband got it on our wedding night. I remember it well because we fell in love when I was seventeen and got married. It hurt. But not like this. Maybe it was because I despised this loathsome creature moving in behind me, thrusting his penis into me like an evil monster. I remember it hurt more than anything I had ever experienced before in my entire life!"
"All of a sudden Monk ripped the panties out of my mouth. He hauled out his foul-smelling prick and shoved it towards my lips. Monk leaned against the edge of the table. He forced me to suck his penis. He pulled my head towards him and nearly rammed the damned thing down my throat. He held a lighted cigarette near my eyes. Monk dared me to make one angry move. I was too frightened to do anything but cooperate."
"Harley kept fucking in and out of my ass! That youth must have been built like a stallion. I thought he would never reach the hilt. It felt like he was shoving more and more peter into me. It felt like he had a MONSTER in his pants that would never end!"
"Baby . . . now you've been corn-holed!"
"You gonna PISS in her ass, baby . . . ?," Monk inquired. "You gonna give her your special enema?"
"Sure, honey, I'm gonna piss in her ass . . . maybe in her cunt . . . and maybe in her mouth . . . !," Harley answered. "Just keep your fucking mouth shut and let me run this show. Right now I want to shoot my JIZZ up the old dirt road. I wanna watch her squirm as I violate a part of her that her husband's never even touched before!"
"It was pure torture . . . ," Peggy gasped.
"There wasn't a nice bone in Harley's body. Skull stood staring at me. His cock hung limp out of his pants. Skull fondled it with curious fingers. He began masturbating wildly. Roach stood smoking his weed and staring up at the ceiling."
"Harley kept shoving his MEAT into my ass. I thought he would never find release. But all at once he cried out like an animal in pain as his body went rigid. I felt the hot sex cream shooting into my hole. I felt it spewing and becoming a part of me. I felt his cock dwindling. Some of the pain left me. He had not made me cry out for it. Harley didn't remove his penis from my rectum. He stayed pressed tightly against my backsides like some hung dog that couldn't move it's swollen cock. All at once I felt the flow of hot urine pouring into my ASS!"
"He's pissing in her, man . . . !," Monk cried. "He's PISSING IN HER ASS-HOLE!"
"I was still nibbling at Monk's penis. He liked for me to lick my tongue up and down the shaft. I concentrated on tracing the path of the big blue dorsal vein along the underside. I felt like crying as Harley kept pissing in me."
"Let me PISS IN HER MOUTH . . . !," Roach grunted. "Move out of the way, Monk. If you can't work it off give a man a chance."
"I watched Roach moving about the room pacing angrily as he waited for Monk to get his cookies in my mouth. When Roach came back he had a can in his hand. He said something about axle grease. After Harley finished pissing in my ASS and moved away Roach jumped up behind me. All at once Roach began KISSING MY ASS. He licked it with his TONGUE! I mean that guy licked and sucked the piss that Harley had put in me. Roach moved his rough beard over my buttocks. He nearly drove me crazy. Roach moved his hands around to my buttocks. He located my clitoris with his mouth and then moved his tongue into my ass. He began finger-fucking me while he moved his WET TONGUE in and out of my rectum!"
"What an operator . . . !." Monk laughed. "Watch that guy EAT SHIT!"
"I wanted to vomit . . . ," Peggy admitted. "Roach was sucking my ass-hole and fingering my cunt. He was eating me and fingering me front and back at the same time, I hate to admit it but the way he SUCKED MY ASS made me downright HOT! The way he moved that tongue and finger at the same time made me almost come then and there!"
"OHOOOOO . . . NOOOOO . . . !," I groaned. "OHOOOOO ... it feels so-ooo good."
"Beg me, baby . . . ," Roach moaned. "Beg me, baby. And I'll POP YOU OFF!"
"Oh . . . gawd . . . make me COME . . . ," I screamed. "Make me COME . . . !"
"Roach went crazy eating my damned ass. He had me hiking it up in the air and moving it towards his mouth. He had me clawing at my ropes and screaming all at once. Monk had to silence me with the panties again after he halfway shot his load all over the wet sheets. Roach slid in under me moving his mouth down under my legs. All at once he began eating and sucking on my cunt as I rested the weight of my thighs down over his head."
"OHOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "SUCK ME . . . SUCK ME, BABY . . . !"
"Roach pulled my clitoris into his mouth. He sucked it. He lashed his tongue up and down the nodular bud. He flicked it back and forth until I thought I would swoon. All at once my body went rigid. I felt the hot sex cream pouring out of my aroused womanhood. Roach sucked it. He drew my entire genitalia into his mouth with the same eager abandon that he sucked on that sweet-smelling cigarette!"
"Go . . . boy . . . go!," Monk shouted. "Put some axle grease on your rod and go at her from behind. Make her beg for it from the ass, baby!"
"Roach was passionately aroused by the time he slid out from under me. His violent hot sex was sticking out, tilted upwards towards his abdomen. Roach dipped his finger into the grease. He rubbed it over the head of his penis. He shoved a wad of it in my ass-hole. Then he moved into me with one hard thrust as he hugged my hips."
"OWWW . . . !," I screamed. "OHOOO ... !"
"The sound of the washing machines going through their noisy cycle made my cries go unnoticed. I guess the grease helped because it didn't pain me as much when Roach moved inside of me. His RAGING PENIS seemed to kind of slide in and out. I felt the sharp sensations of pain followed by short sensations of pleasure. As Roach increased the depth and rhythm of his stroke it began to feel even better."
"OHOOOO . . . ," I gasped. "FUCK MY ASS!"
"I cooperated while Roach reamed me out good. The youths seemed to lose a certain amount of interest when I began ceasing to protest. It was as if they got their thrills from my discomfort and objections. Skull pulled Roach off me once he had come."
"Make this dame get down and DRINK YOUR PISS . . . ," Harley shouted, pointing to Skull. "Show her who's boss! Then we better bug off before anymore tidy ladies come down to dust off their dainties!"
"Yeah--man--make her drink your URINE . . . !," Monk rasped. "Initiate her into our club."
"Skull untied me . . . ," Peggy recalled. "Skull aimed a small caliber pistol at my head and ordered me to kneel down in front of him. He made me suck and tongue his penis. He gave me specific orders not to get him too excited. I wanted to vomit then and there. But Skull informed me that if I showed the slightest distaste he would shoot me on the spot."
"That damned gun's got a silencer on it, baby . . . ," Monk laughed. "Might be hours before someone finds you!"
"Skull let out a loud profane yell as he PISSED in my mouth. I forced myself not to think of what he was doing to me. I felt some of his urine pouring down my throat. The remainder trickled down my cheeks. Skull spat out profanities as he humiliated me in this most vile fashion. I don't mind saying they aroused me . . . but more than that they did something to me that I'll never forget. You don't get over a man forcing you to DRINK HIS PISS! You don't forget it! After Skull got finished with me he kicked me. Then he called me filthy names. When I lay down, huddled in the corner, with my hands covering my head Skull pulled me to my feet. He picked me up, hoisted me up over his shoulder. Harley jumped up on the table. He pulled my thin wrists up over the hot water pipes. He fastened the handcuffs around my wrists so that I was swinging naked from the pipes."
"I'll give her something to remember me by . . . ," Monk smiled.
"All at once that desperate little FREAK pressed the flat part of the hot iron against my buttocks. He moved it up my thighs like he was ironing my flesh. I cried out until Roach stuffed a sock in my mouth and covered it with adhesive tape which he found laying on the window. He cut the tape. He pressed it against my lips. I swung while Monk went over my body, burning me with a molten hot iron."
"Don't disfigure her, baby . . . !," Skull chuckled, slapping Monk's hard penis. "Let's bug off before some broad comes down her to check on this dame. Remember, baby, keep your mouth shut about what happened to you or we'll carve you up good next time we're in the neighborhood.
I hope those pipes don't get too hot. I bet you really learn how to pray before someone comes to cut you down!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: This case history illustrates the extreme forms of SADISM that some gang rapists indulge in and force their victims to submit to. Any enjoyment the victim may derive is entirely coincidental since the motive is not to please the victim but to shock and offend her and to abuse her in the foulest manner possible.
From the evidence given it is obvious that these youths are all drug users and perhaps just as obvious that their arrogant aggression is motivated by the strong sexual passions that may be induced by certain drugs. Peggy notes that one youth seemed to keep a perpetual erection which did not desist even after ejaculation. This is often the result which follows the taking of some drugs.
As author John Warren Wells observes in EROS AND CAPRICORN ....
"There are two substances we might call "genuine aphrodisiacs, although neither fits the precise definition of provoking sexual desire per se. Yohimbine, the extract of the bark of an African tree, is a stimulant that works upon the nervous system at the base of the spinal cord. The stimulation is in turn focused upon the sex organs."
The same author concludes . . . , "The drug works quite speedily. Men are apt to experience spontaneous erections shortly after ingesting yohimbine; these do not wane of their own accord and may or may not persist after ejaculation."
Sexual aggression may come about after taking drugs or may arise as a means of escaping strong emotional tensions and pressures. Not all rapists are motivated by drugs, but many perform daring acts of aggression while under their influence.
In THE ANIMAL LOVERS by Richard Christy, Dr. George P. Larrick . . . Deputy Commissioner of the Food and Drug Administration says . . . , "Stimulants misused can produce a sense of exhilaration, a feeling of well-being and perhaps a bolstering of courage to the point that juveniles may indulge in anti-social activities ranging from theft to the most degraded sex conduct."
Police were able to determine from the handcuffs which held Peggy captive that these were the same youths involved in the former incident during which Officer Bradley was murdered. Peggy gave a full statement to the police and immediately sought psychiatric help upon the advice of her husband.
Peggy will be under analysis for some time. Sometimes psychiatric help is the only method of combating humiliation, guilt and the sense of shame that often follows incidents of violent passion. It is unfortunate that the emotional scars are sometimes more damaging than those physical brutalities inflicted upon the helpless victim.
CHAPTER THREE - Exotic Lust
Many teenagers derive their ultimate pleasure from forcefully capturing an unsuspecting victim and forcing her to submit to a variety of sexual humiliations and abuses. Not all rapists are out to maim and torture. However many derive their ultimate thrill from an act of sexually molesting a woman against her will. In addition to the sexual pleasure involved in the act of raping a victim the aggressors also derive a sadistic thrill from forcefully seducing the victim. In many cases the pleasures she is forced to endure are so highly sensual that the victim finds herself experiencing multiple orgasms throughout the forced assault.
In many cases the thrill of using force is a significant part of the rape sequence.
Author L. T. Woodward observes in his study, SICK SEX "Rape is a uniquely satisfying means for attaining the gratifications of sadistic behavior. It combines many features otherwise separated. There is, of course, direct sexual orgasm as the climax of rape, as opposed to the sexual pleasure that may or may not result from the other sadistic behavior. There is, in addition, the thrill of violence, since rape must be a forcible matter. There is always the pleasure of inflicting pain as the rapist drives himself into the unwilling body of his victim. And, perhaps, most important of all, there is the gratification of psychological injury--the knowledge that the victim is being shamed, humiliated, robbed of her chastity . . . and soiled."
There are many factors which motivate the rapist to take an unfamiliar victim by force. Sometimes such incidents of rape are performed by more than one youth. Sometimes a singular rape event becomes an incident of GANG RAPE when more than one youth participates. Because rape involves the use of force many youths intent upon random molestation find it necessary to organize themselves into gangs in order to secure their victims.
Sometimes the knowledge that the victim is being forced against her will is satisfying enough so that the use of further brutality becomes unnecessary. It is surprising how many teenagers admit that they experienced a heightened sexual response while participating in a gang rape event.
In this case history we are dealing with Ruby McMillan, a young and attractive housewife with long flowing auburn hair, shining brown eyes, a wide smile and full attractive breasts. Ruby consulted me immediately after the rape experience after her husband phoned for an appointment. Ruby came to my office the following day. Ruby seemed to be suffering from shock, although the youths had not abused her beyond forcing her to submit to their sexual lusts. This is the story as told to me by Ruby in the confines of my soundproof office.
"When I get mad at my husband I most often take a long walk on the beach . . . ," Ruby admitted. "I like to dig my bare feet into the sand and feel it yielding beneath my toes. Somehow the wet spray of the tide cools my temper. I guess my husband and I have had our share of arguments during the two years that we've been married. I've always been a mama's girl. I just can't get used to the fact that my husband loathes my mother. I didn't get married until I was almost an old maid. My husband complains that I'm not experimental enough sexually--but, honestly, plain old intercourse satisfies me. Now and then Fred suggests we go 'down' on each other. But I have such a revulsion to the idea that I find it shocking and offensive. I don't believe my husband would go out with another woman--but I'm not so certain. Fred won't tell me about the other women he's dated before we got married so I'm sure he'd be very secretive if he were having an extra-marital affair."
"Fred complains about my mother a lot. She likes to come and spend a week or two with us. Because our house is small we have only one bedroom. When mom comes for a visit Fred and I have to sleep on the couch in the living room. Every time we go to have intercourse the springs squeak. Fred gets so angry he could die. I'm sure that the reason be blows up is that we don't have as much sex when mom's around."
"Go on ... "
"Fred and I had a big argument one night. I stepped out of the house after dark. I walked down towards the beach. Fred had been drinking a lot because he hadn't got a big promotion he'd been promised. I guess he was mad about that. I didn't much care. I walked farther down the beach than usual. The moon was full. I never thought about anyone bothering me or approaching me. I noticed there were very few people on the beach considering it was a warm night. I guess maybe that's why I walked further than usual. I was walking along in my bare feet. I had left my scanty shoes back near a big rock. I was more than surprised to turn around and see three boys running up behind me. They wore bright bermuda shorts. Their chests were bare. They looked like athletes."
"I didn't feel a moment's fear when the three youths came to a halt. I thought maybe they just wanted a match or something. I've always found the beachcombers to be very nice and friendly people. It had been ages since we had any serious mischief in our area."
"I see . . . "
"The three boys standing in front of me smiled . . . ," Ruby revealed. "One was a tall muscular youth about eighteen with a hairy chest and bulging arm muscles. I noticed that his legs were very hairy. I heard them call him Steve."
"The second boy was tall and blond. He had the beginning of a beard. His body was tall and wiry. He had some kind of an ink tattoo of a woman on the inside of his wrist. During the course of the conversation I heard the other boys call him Mark."
"The third boy was the smallest and by far the most silent. His name was Herman. He had light brown hair and hazel nut colored eyes. There were very few distinguishing features to make him attractive."
"You live near here, lady . . . ?," Steve questioned.
"About six blocks away . . . ," I answered. "I felt slightly uneasy as the youths moved in closer."
"How come you're all alone . . . ?," Mark probed.
"I felt like some fresh air . . . ," I answered, nervously. "I'm getting ready to go home now. I didn't realize how late it was. Do you know what time it is?"
"Sorry, lady . . . ," Mark laughed, staring at the tattoo on his wrist. "But none of us carry an hour clock. But I know damned good and well that it's too late for a pretty woman like you to be walking alone like this. Maybe we should escort you back safely?"
"I noticed the three youths closing in around me . . . ," Ruby gasped. "I could see the stiff things in their pants bulging. It was obvious from the open stares that the three youths had something sinister on their mind."
"Are you hunting a guy . . . ?," Herman inquired, rubbing his crotch. "I . . . er . . . mean . . . did you come down here to get laid, maybe . . . ?"
"I didn't know how to answer such a foolish question . . . ," Ruby gasped. "I mean ... it never struck me that the three boys would think I was looking for SEX just because I strolled alone along the beach after dark. But from the way they were rubbing their groins it was quite obvious that something had them excited."
"I'm not out for anything except a walk, young man . . . ," I hissed, turning to leave.
"Not so fast--LADY . . . !," Steve laughed, jumping in front of me and crossing his thick arms over his chest. "We don't run into dames every night like you down on the beach. All we ever see are half-naked old men. You're the only pretty thing that's come along in a long spell. Are you sure you aren't a mermaid?"
"I was very obviously getting angry . . . ," Ruby admitted. "I wanted to get away from those three boys desperately. It was then that they put their rough cold hands on me and told me to stand still."
"Listen, BABY . . . !," Steve grinned, knowingly. "You're down here for something besides the fresh air. No dame in her right mind walks on the beach after dark unless she is on the make. Even dames wearing rings as pretty as yours are out looking. So don't feel that a wedding ring gives you immunity. Did you have a fight with your old man? Or are you just hunting some quick action? The three of us don't have much to do in case you'd be interested in a gang bang!"
"Let me go . . !," I shouted, tugging against the hands that held my wrist.
"The smallest youth tugged on my halter. All of a sudden that frail garment fell to the ground. My full pendulous breasts were revealed. The three boys stared at my mammary endowments."
"Oh--I'm sorry . . .," the smallest youth laughed. "It seems that I've caused you some embarrassment. Gosh . . . what nice full boobies. So fresh and firm . . . and downright loveable!"
"Steve stood in front of me with a wide grin on his face. Steve reached his hand out to tough my tits. I slapped him. I turned to run. I got no more than three feet when the three boys pounced on me and knocked me to the ground. I tried to cover my breasts as the three youths fell on top of me."
"Don't be afraid, honey . . . ," Mark laughed. "We won't hurt you!"
"I felt an impulsive hand thrust up my skirt. I felt crude fingers touching my cunt. I fought like a wild cat as the three youths subdued me on the beach. I thought for sure they would RAPE me but Steve just shoved his thick finger in and out a few times!"
"Let's drag her down to the old beach shack . . . ," Mark suggested. "We can really have some fun with her. I don't care what she says--any dame walking on the beach after dark is bound to be on the make. Maybe she's just afraid to come out and admit it. Maybe she wants us to RAPE her!"
"That's right, baby . . . ," Steve rasped. "No dame in her right mind walks alone after dark. If she gets laid it's her own fault. Frankly, I feel in the mood to have some fun. I enjoy it when a woman fights me. I think this baby will give us a real hard time. I'm all for taking her to the beach shack and working her over!"
"Every one agreed that the opportunity was just too great to resist . . . ," Ruby muttered. "So they pushed the halter over my shoulders, secured it with a pin that Steve wore in his shorts to hold his fly shut. The youths twisted my wrists until I followed them willingly. I felt like, a piece of beef being led to the stock yards. They drug me by force. I saw the outline of the old beach shack in the distance. It was a dilapidated, roughly worn building that looked like it would collapse at any moment. I'd never have gone there on my own. I remember years ago a story being told in the papers about a wino beach-comber who had been found dead there after having his throat slit from ear to ear. Some of the local kids said it was haunted. I felt an icy chill run though my spine as the youths tugged me through the darkness."
"Find a light, buddy . . . !," Mark chuckled. "Might meet a spook or something hiding in here!"
"Herman struck a match. He found a candle in the middle of the rough slab table. Someone lit it. There were some heavy shades over the windows so no one could glimpse the light from outside. There was a high cliff behind the shack so it couldn't be seen from the highway above. There was an old cot on worn springs in one corner of the shack. A big cookstove that ran off wood. A small fireplace. The shack was so filthy that I trembled as my feet touched the floor."
"Barefoot--no less . . . !," Herman laughed. "Any dame walking around barefoot in the night is bound to be fruity. How come you don't walk during the daylight hours?"
"I ignored their prying questions . . . ," Ruby confessed. "I knew that they had something in mind to do to me. I knew that I would not be able to change their plans. I studied my captors closely. They looked like high-school boys. They didn't appear to be taking drugs. They were clean looking--not anything like the hippies I had seen!"
"Mark paced the room to make sure there was no way light could be seen from outside the shack. He fumbled in some of the closets. All of a sudden Mark laughed when his hand rested upon a large quill-like feather."
"OHOOOOOO--hey, you dudes . . . !," Mark giggled. "We can feather-fuck her! Have you ever feather-fucked a gal before?"
"What the hell are you talking about, MAN . . . ?," Steve questioned. "How the shit can you fuck a girl with a feather? You got your nuts twisted or something?"
"Shit--boy--didn't you ever tickle a girl when you were growing up . . . ?" Mark rubbed the growing bulge in his groin. "Didn't you ever get on top of a girl and tickle her just to watch her scream? They laugh until they almost lose their minds! They get H . . 0 . . T . . . ! Know what I mean?"
"Yeah--he's got a point . . . ," Herman chided. "I remember I used to push this gal down and tickle her until her sides almost caved in. She'd beg me to quit . . . promise to do anything to get me to quit tickling her. We might have some fun with that feather, Steve. See if you can find some more of them laying around, huh?"
"Mark found another quill-like feather in the old closet . . . ," Ruby gasped. "They took the thin belt off my skirt and tied my wrist to one corner of the cot. But first they tore the clothes from my body. I lay there naked while they took some fishing line and tied my wrists and legs to the end of the cot. I thought one good tug would break those thin lines but I was wrong. I was unable to turn my head to escape the hard SEX-LUST written in their cruel eyes."
"I realized then that I wouldn't have an easy time of it . . . ," Ruby admitted. "My heart was pounding like a jack hammer. I could hear it thumping against my ribs. I've got to admit that I'm a very ticklish person. At nights when we lay on the couch watching TV. my husband sometimes tries to tickle my feet. It makes me mad. I have such an immediate response. I curl my toes and my feet away instantly. I remember once as a child another girl got me down and tickled me until I almost passed out. So I didn't think their suggestions were very funny. I tried to escape the long feather Steve pushed towards me."
"Hold still, baby . . . ," Steve laughed. "We just want to tickle your funny bone. I'll tickle your feet, baby. And Mark can tickle your boobies and under your arms. We want you to like what we're doing to you. We want a little COOPERATION, sugar. Know what we mean?"
"I almost lost my mind as they both stroked me with those feathers. Steve stroked my feet with the very tip while Mark ran the side of the feather over my sensitive breasts. The sensations were so exotic that I cried out."
"Tickle . . . tickle . . . tickle . . . ," Mark laughed, running the feather under my arms. "We're gonna tickle you until you nearly go out of your mind. Watch your body twist and turn baby. Makes me downright hot to see you moving naked like that. Would you act that way if you had a nice hard COCK in your ass?"
"NOOOO . . . ," I screamed. "You're driving me crazy!"
"Crazy . . . baby . . . ," Herman laughed, stroking his fiery penis. "CRAZY! We want to get you in the mood first. Then you'll really turn on when we shove the MEAT into you!"
"Kill her with pleasure . . . !," Herman chuckled.
"Mark was moving the feather all over by breasts, around my abdomen, even down between my thighs. To say that it tickled was a gross understatement. I lay there writhing and moaning with pleasure. You can't imagine how it feels to be tied with three guys running feathers over you and tickling their thick fingers though your hairy patch. They watched me with excitement dancing in their cruel eyes as I writhed and cried out in delirious ecstasy."
"We'll cut it out baby--if you SUCK Herman's balls . . . !," Mark jested. "Get undressed, Herman. We'll let you be the first to sample the goodies and see if she's any good. We'll tickle her so much she'll have to BLOW you off! Get out of them duds, man, and show us come COCK!"
"Sure, baby . . . ," Herman smiled.
"I cringed with contempt as Herman pulled off his Bermuda's. There was a massive bulge in his shorts. When he pulled down his jocks his raging penis jerked upwards towards his abdomen. Herman moved a finger to caress his rigid joint. He moved his hands up and down a few times in obvious pumping motions."
"You're gonna turn on tonight . . . ," Herman smiled, moving towards my cot. "You're gonna get it good so you won't forget it, baby!"
"I lay there gasping with fear as that naked youth moved towards me. He didn't wear any sandals on his feet. His young virile body was entirely naked. Though he was physically quite small and short in stature there was nothing underdeveloped about his MANHOOD! It stood arching upward and curving at an odd angle. I could see the blue veins running the full length in a crisscross pattern like a jagged road map."
"You're gonna suck by ROLLY-POLLY . . . !," Herman grinned, moving his knees to the side of the couch. "You're gonna tickle my joint with your HOT TONGUE, baby. They're gonna tickle you with feathers while you tickle my damn cock with your mouth. Come on . . . honey . . . don't look at me like that. I'm not gonna hurt you!"
"I tried to resist as Herman moved his knees on either side of my shoulders. He smiled as he thrust his arching manhood towards my face. I fought my bindings but found myself tied securely. Steve and Mark ran the feathers over my flesh. I began twisting and turning under Herman. I moaned in a kind of delirium."
"Suck my dick, baby . . . ," Herman laughed. "Pretty please ... let me tickle the back of your throat with some of my sex perfume!"
"HA . . . HA . . . get'er Herman. Shove it between her lips . . . ," Steve laughed, moving the feather over my sensitive feet. "Shove it down her throat and make her suck it!"
"AHH A AAA . . . ahaaaa . . . noooooo!"
"Yes . . . baby . . . yes . . . !," Herman laughed. "Now open your damned mouth. SUCK . . . damn you!"
"I had no choice . . . ," Ruby admitted. "Unless I wanted him to drive me out of my mind with those feathers. The tickling became unbearable."
"Open your mouth and SUCK . . . ," Mark laughed. "Suck as if your life depended upon it. Because if you don't baby we'll tickle you until you lose your breath and fall unconscious."
"I began sucking the bulbous end of the penis . . . ," Ruby confessed. "Herman shoved it slowly between my lips. He saw the fear in my eyes. He felt compassion."
"My tongue moved slowly over the bulbous tip. It darted down the veined underside. I felt Herman slowly pumping his penis into my mouth. I was performing an act my husband had long requested of me. Yet I would never have consented to such a thing except by force. I was surprised to find that that velvety PENIS had no taste. In fact it felt warm and urgent pumping between my lips. Mark and Steve tickled my toes lightly enough so that I twisted and turned--but not enough to make fellatio unpleasant for Herman!"
"UMMMMM--feels good, baby . . . ," Herman smiled, grinning from ear to ear.
"For a small youth with no excess weight and smaller than average height Herman had a remarkable penis. It swelled in my mouth until I thought he would never be able to remove it. My tongue lashed firmly up and down the underside. My teeth nipped lightly. I squirmed wildly."
"Go on ... "
"Surprisingly I did not find sucking his penis offensive . . . ," Ruby admitted. "It had no bad taste. I liked the feel of that velvety thing moving slowly and sensually between my lips. I did not object when Herman began pumping in and out of my mouth. Steve continued tickling me with the feather. I was shocked when Mark spread my legs wide apart. He lay down on the cot beside me. He moved his head between my thighs."
"I'm gonna SUCK YOU, baby . . . ," Mark promised. "Gonna really turn you on, sugar. I love sucking a gal's cunt. Licking a HOT PUSSY does something to me. It makes me so damned HARD I could bust my BALLS! Hold on, baby, because you're gonna be flying high in a few minutes!"
"I didn't object as blond-haired Mark moved between my thighs. Steve was still tickling me. He made me twist and turn. I was sucking Herman's cock as Mark moved expertly between my legs. I felt that soft tongue nudging my pubic lips. I felt them spreading gently to admit that searching tongue. Mark ran his hands up towards my breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on them until the nipples got hard and stood out like ripe nuts."
"OHOOOOO . . . ," I groaned.
"When the tongue shot inside me I began to scream. Mark covered my clitoris with his mouth. He drew the tiny bud-like appendage between his lips. He held it there a few moments. Then he began those deep caressing motions with his tongue. When Mark stuck his tongue against my clitoris and began lashing back and forth I moaned. The sensations that spread through my body brought me pure ecstasy. What shocked me the most was that I was beginning to respond fully to the incident of RAPE!"
"Go on ... "
"I can't describe exactly how Mark worked me over with his mouth. But let me say right now that it was the most pleasurable thing any man had ever done to me. Oh, my husband had wanted to do it before--but when he came out and said he wanted to suck my PISS HOLE it sounded so nasty and vulgar that I wouldn't consent. But then when I was forced to submit, and when that HOT TONGUE began lashing up and down my clitoris I had an immediate response."
"OHOOOOO . . . ," I gasped. "OHOOOO ... it feels soooo good . . . OH . . . SUCK ME . . . SUCK ME . . . SUCK ME ... "
"Anything you say, sugar . . . ," Mark laughed, attacking my vulnerable sex with his virile tongue.
"His tongue prick moved up and down the length of my clitoris. I felt my bud nipped lightly. I felt that tongue rolling around my clitoris until it became a fiery red. I was still mouthing Herman's penis. Herman moved lustily over my face, shooting his throbbing sex down my throat in passioned gestures that reminded me of wild copulation. Suddenly I felt Herman's body go rigid. I felt the hot explosion of his SEX CREAM shooting down my throat. For a few moments it gushed until I almost choked. I found my lips moving up and down milking his penis. I savored every DROP!"
"Herman moved off me while Mark kept sucking between my thighs . . . ," Ruby blushed. "Though I was tied I moved wildly under the HOT mouth and tongue. I groaned and gasped as I thrashed. I felt Mark sliding his tongue over my clitoris. He drew it between his teeth. Those long sucking sensations nearly drove me out of my mind. I felt myself getting HOTTER AND HOTTER! The initial fear I felt was gone. It had been replaced by the wildest spasms of hot desire that I've felt during the entire two years of my marriage. My husband had never gotten me so hotly aroused before. It was a shock and a surprise for me to find myself wildly approaching my ORGASM!"
"Watch her GO . . . !," Herman shouted. "Watch that baby fuck her cunt against his mouth as if her life depended upon it!"
"All eyes were on me as Mark continued sucking me off . . . ," Ruby gasped. "I lost all of my fear and inhibitions. The pleasure was almost more than I could stand. I couldn't hold back my cries. I couldn't pretend to remain calm when my body was on fire."
"SUCK HER OFF, BUDDY . . . !," Steve grinned, using the feather on my toes. "Make her come right now ... !"
"It was obvious that Mark was aroused. His tongue kept lashing wildly back and forth over my clitoris. He sucked me between his lips and caressed my bud with his tongue. I really believe that Mark enjoyed sucking me as much as I enjoyed being sucked. All at once my body went rigid. I went through a series of violent muscular spasms that fired me to a new wave of passion."
"I felt the violent gush of my sex cream . . . ," Ruby blushed. " I felt the hot liquid pouring between my thighs flowing into Mark's mouth. Mark never ceased licking or sucking. He sucked the cream like it was nectar or sweet wine. The youth clung to my fiery cunt with his mouth until it went dry. He laughed when Steve forcefully pulled him off."
"My turn now, baby . . .," Steve grinned. "You've turned on to everything else. Let's see how good you react to a NORMAL FUCK! I bet I can almost make you beg for it!"
"I didn't try to fight as Steve moved down on top of me. He was by far the biggest and most massively built of the three youths. His cock was huge. He fumbled between my thighs. He thrust inward. I lay there feeling very much abused until he began making those deep and abandoned coital motions. I moved my body upward to meet his flesh. I embraced his COCK with my vagina, squeezing lightly. I felt myself respond the moment Steve thrust his hands under my buttocks. He pulled me firmly up against him. His cock moved deeper until I was digging my fingernails into his shoulders and crying with hot and passioned delirium."
"OHOOOO . . . !," I gasped. "NOOOO . . . FUCK ME . . . OH, FUCK ME ... "
"You bet your sweet ass I'll fuck you, baby . . . ," Steve moaned. "You bet I'll fuck you until I drive you out of your fuckin mind!"
"Steve knew how to work a woman to her peak of passion . . . ," Ruby admitted. "I mean he overwhelmed me with the urgency of his desire, while being cautious to satisfy my own needs. I had no choice but to respond. Those two youths grabbed up the feathers and began working me over with them. I giggled as I felt wild waves of passion spreading through my flesh. I clung to Steve meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly it seemed that sex had never been so wonderful as when he took me against my will and sent violent waves of passion through every nerve in my body. I felt myself slowly approaching my orgasm with a sureness that told me it would be violent!"
"OHOOOO . . . FUCK ME . . . !," I gasped. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK MY ASS . . . !"
"I surprised myself with the urgency of my need . . . ," Ruby sighed. "I never thought a couple of complete strangers could turn me on so violently. The most horrible part was my own consent in the rape. Only it wasn't so terrible. In fact it was pretty wonderful considering the fact that I had three orgasms before he turned me loose!"
"Continue . . ."
"Steve fucked me until I did a wild series of bumps and grinds under him. I climaxed moments before he came. We both clung to each other. I sucked his tongue as he poured his SPERM into me. Then, just as casually, they dressed me, led me down the beach, and abandoned me. They never really harmed me. I never saw where they went. I staggered half-naked down the beach. Two cops saw me when I approached the rock where I'd left my shoes. I tried to describe the boys who had raped me. I even looked through some mug shots of teenage sex offenders. I didn't recognize any photos. My husband met me down at the police station. I told them everything except the fact that I had enjoyed being raped. I mean--that isn't something a girl admits too easily, even to her herself. My husband's afraid I may suffer psychologically so he made me come and see you." PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: Law enforcement officials will readily admit that in many cases organized gang banging becomes a hobby with teenagers. Many youths with nothing to do find it pleasurable to attack and molest a lone woman. They may abuse her in a sexual fashion, often arousing her to the utmost peaks of passion.
Although Ruby did not consent to an act of rape, and although she was taken by force to a secluded cabin and sexually molested against her will it is obvious from Ruby's description of the events that she enjoyed some portions of the incident. It is obvious the youths were convinced she was hunting sexual companionship and that they were merely seeking vicarious sexual pleasure since no obvious attempts at sadism were manifest.
Ruby did not confess to her husband or to the arresting officer that she enjoyed and responded to the incident of rape. Few women would actually be willing to make such a confession to their own husbands. Yet police officials are aware that many rapes result in sexual release for the victim.
As author L. T. Woodward notes in SADISM . . . , "Rape involves some degree of cooperation from the victim. One estimate has it that perhaps 80% of all rapes are performed without resistance, or with actual cooperation, from the victim. Furthermore, the vaginal lubrication that appears at times of sexual excitement often evidently develops during the course of a rape, a sign that the victim's nervous system does not object to what is going on, however outraged she may claim to be."
In order to avoid any traumatic after effects Ruby's husband suggested analysis. Ruby admitted to me that she recalled the event on occasion and sometimes felt compelled to masturbate because of the pleasure she felt at thinking of the incident. Since this event Ruby has indulged in ora-genital relations with her husband and observes that she experiences a greater degree of response since she became sexually experimental. Ruby notes that she most often has an orgasm when her husband performs cunnilingus prior to intercourse.
Not all victims of rape are as pleasantly surprised. This just shows that some rapes are carried out by apparently normal individuals who possess very few sadistic desires. In many cases rape is a sexual sport carried out as a kind of prank. Because Ruby found herself responsive to the amorous attack she suffered very few traumatic effects. For this reason I did not advise further analysis.
CHAPTER FOUR - Negro Rapists
Not all incidents of rape are confined to whites raping whites, or blacks violating blacks. Many times the theme of rape is inter-racial, a form of sexual vengeance and racial hostility. Members of one race who hold a grudge against another race often find that sexual hostility is the best form of expressing their racial hatred.
Prejudices are still deeply entrenched in our society despite widespread laws which provide equal rights for all nationalities. Many whites still believe that Negroes are morally inferior and that they should not hold equal rights with whites. Many black authors feel we have really made little progress in overcoming our open aversion for the Negro, despite changes in our law.
Calvin Hernton author of SEX AND RACISM IN AMERICA writes "The southern white woman grew more 'rape conscious' than a great many of the men. Her hatred for Negroes became so intense that she taught it to her children, and they to their children, and so on. Today the hatred, stereotypes, and absurd sexual emotions towards the Negro are just as firmly entrenched in southern cultures as they were more than a century ago."
Vengeance is the motive of many inter-racial rapes. White women have always feared the black man as a 'rapist'. Oftimes they behave in a manner to solicit such a response. In this case history we are dealing with Marcia Applegate, a southern widow in her mid-forties, who carries a burning hatred for all non-whites. We find that this hatred actually motivated this incident of rape.
Marcia is a semi-attractive woman with prematurely grey hair. Marcia dresses well considering that she lives on a limited income. Because Marcia traces her ancestry back to the first pilgrims she is somewhat of a social snob and more than slightly prejudiced against giving equal opportunity to non-whites.
Marcia has firm 34 C breasts, shapely thighs, round buttocks and a thin smile. Marcia admits that she had not sought the company of men since her husband died. Marcia admits that she is also highly prejudiced against Negroes.
"I will admit that I'm more than just a little prejudiced . . . !," Marcia blushed, staring impatiently across the room. "My mother taught me to hate Negroes. She told me, when I was old enough to understand what she meant, that they were all filthy and diseased. She said that most of them were promiscuous thieves who'd love to get a chance to rape a pretty white girl. I remember almost fainting once when this black man sat across from me on the bus. He had this immense bulge in his pants. He kept rubbing his hand over it and looking at me in a strange way. I ran off the bus two blocks before I was supposed to just to get away from him. I've always loathed Negroes. But that incident made me fear them!"
"I work at this ice cream shop not far from the colored section of town. I don't drive a car. I'm too nervous. Buses take so long so I walk home. I've worked at the "Double Scoop" for almost fourteen years now. I've never had to face the problem of hiring Negroes until now. I do the hiring and firing around the place. But I really ran into a problem when one Negro woman applied for a job and finally complained loudly that only white women got accepted for positions. A man came around and told me I had to hire qualified Negroes. The owner of the shop, Mr. Burlington, told me to hire a Negro woman to keep down some of the talk about racial prejudice that was going around."
"I see . . ."
"Well, my arms were tied . . . ," Marcia admitted. "But I knew there were ways to fire her once she got hired. I never thought about the consequences. All I felt was this burning hatred for all blacks. I made my mind up that she wouldn't be working for long. I'd teach her a lesson that would scare other blacks away from trying to get jobs here!"
"The Negro girl I finally hired was fairly pretty .. . ," Marcia admitted. "She was twenty-seven, mother of two twin boys. She dressed neatly. She didn't smell like some of the black women who had applied for jobs. That was why I chose her. Her name was Beulah. I snap orders to everyone who works here. I don't mean to sound over-bearing but I could tell from that Negro girl's attitude that she resented my crisp, authoritative manner and that she sensed my racially hostile feelings. I made sure I sat around and loafed while she did most of the heavy work. In fact I guess I treated her like a slave--barking orders and demands intended to make her angry enough to quit. I was really surprised that she lasted two weeks. She tried every way in the world to make friends with me--but I tell you right now--I don't want to get too 'chummy' with any nigger. I'm not about to let any black get the upper hand with me!"
"Go on ... "
"I waited until the busiest part of the day when a lot of businessmen and old people were around. The place was crowded. Two other white women were working the shift with Beulah, running to fill the long waiting line of orders. When Beulah passed me I tugged on her apron and told her to fix me a double nut sundae. I felt a secret delight knowing I was going to embarrass her until she turned white from shame!"
"Where did all these people come from . . . ?," Beulah smiled, shoving the sundae towards me with well-manicured hands. "You might have to give up your break to help us out a while. We can't possibly fill this many orders short-handed."
"The soft tone in Beulah's voice was asking for help. That damned black nigger was asking me to help her. I'd show her how much help she got. She'd asked for the job. Now she could work her damned ASS off to keep it. Or else she could walk out and find another one. I admit I pulled a pretty dirty stunt. But there are plenty of whites who need jobs worse than the trashy niggers. So earlier I'd managed to pull some of these long kinky black hairs from the hair brush Beulah keeps in the ladies room. When no one was watching me I pushed two black nigger hairs down into the ice cream in my sundae."
"Beulah . . . !," I shouted, like an old maid spotting a mouse. "Come here this very instant!"
"Yes . . . maam . . . !"
"All eyes in the place were watching me . . . ," Marcia laughed. "Everyone was staring as the black rushed over to me. Beulah looked at me with concern, like maybe she thought I had injured myself."
"What is it--Mrs. Applegate?"
"What the damned HELL are these BLACK HAIRS doing in my sundae . . . ?," I shrieked profanely. "What in the hell do you mean by allowing your damned NIGGER HAIRS in our food! Don't you know it's against health regulations? Don't you make enough here to afford a new hairnet?"
"Excuse me--Mrs. Applegate . . . ," Beulah rasped, dumb-founded. "But are you sure it's my hair!"
"Yes . . . they're damned BLACK NIGGER HAIRS . . . ," I shrieked, pulling them out with the end of my spoon. "None of the rest of us have kinky black hair around here. Sally's a blond, Josie's a red-head. So it has to be your damned hair. I told you about it when I hired you. You'd have to be careful about your hair. Imagine a damned NIGGER HAIR in my sundae! Is this what you expect white folks to eat? You'd better pick up and get out of here . . . because I fully intend to bring this to the attention of the owner! Gawd only knows what kind of disease I may catch . . . ! We've all probably been eating NIGGER HAIRS for weeks! I hope everyone here looks in their ice cream. I don't want anyone complaining about nigger hairs in the soup. Or suing us. The health department will have our license!"
"Beulah was overcome with shame. She grabbed her purse, tore off her apron and ran crying from the building. I cooled my rage, smiled to myself and thought that would be the end of integrated employment around the place. I felt morally justified and perfectly right about what I had done. Negroes aren't human. They certainly don't deserve to be treated like whites!"
"Did Beulah return . . . ?"
"No ... she didn't. . . ," Marcia laughed. "Her husband came by to pick up her check. He talked to the manager. Mr. Burlington, the owner, was afraid to say too much to me because I had already threatened to walk out. He upheld me as being correct for reprimanding Beulah over the incident. Little did he know I had planted those hairs in my sundae!"
"I see . . . "
"I thought the incident was over with and long forgotten . . . ," Marcia laughed. "I thought I had put an end to Negroes wanting to work with us. I also had a problem disciplining black children who came into the shop and couldn't afford to pay for their goodies. I remember I whipped one seven year old black boy for stealing candy from the rack. I remember calling him a few vulgar names. Pretty soon the black children got so they were afraid to come around the shop. I was doing a pretty good job of segregating the place single-handed."
"Go on ... "
"Well ... at nights I stay late and do the book-work. Josie remains behind to clean the floor and sweep. I recall the particular night because it was raining and thundering like crazy! I had locked the doors. Now that I remember back I recall misplacing my keys and having to have new ones made. I never thought about them being stolen. But now that I look back it seems likely. And it would explain how those three Negro youths snuck in the back door and managed to take silent advantage of us!"
"What do you mean . . . ?"
"I was working in the office balancing the tickets against our cash. Josie was out front cleaning up. All of a sudden I felt a cold draft of air across my neck. I didn't think much about it. I went on working. Then, about ten minutes later, I felt this rough arm about my throat and a hand over my mouth. I didn't have a chance to scream. From the stink that hit my nostrils I knew my captors were NIGGERS!"
"SHHHHHH . . . baby . . . !," this voice whispered. "You won't be hurt!!"
"This dirty handkerchief went over my eyes to keep me from identifying the three youths. But I knew they were niggers from the way they talked. All of a sudden I felt myself being gagged and tied to the chair. The chair was tied to this hot water pipe that ran up one corner of the wall. The youths walked silently into the fountain area. I heard Josie scream. I heard a scramble like they were fighting."
"The more polite word is "Negroes"--lady . . . !," the tallest scowled. "In case you dames don't know it we've been granted equality with you superlords. In fact we hear that there's been a lot if discrimination going on in this place. Black kids are afraid to come in here for a sundae because of that fat-lipped bastard over there. And we heard she fired a black girl who worked here because she found a NIGGER HAIR in her ice cream. Well, baby, we think it's time someone straightened you out and set you right. You yell pretty loud when you got whites to back you--but I wonder how big and vicious you sound when you're alone?"
"You'll get the electric chair for this . . . j!," Josie screamed. "They electrocute kidnappers!"
"NO one's kidnapping you, lady . . . ," the softest voice whispered. "We just want to set the score right with old fat lip here. We want to give her some real hairs between her teeth to talk about. Long black NIGGER HAIRS!"
"I felt my clothes being ripped from my flesh . . . ," Marcia screamed. "My blouse and bra were . . . ," Marcia screamed. "My blouse and bra were those rough BLACK hands pulling at my panties. I felt their HOT BLACK HANDS all over my white flesh."
"I tried to scream. I couldn't make a sound with the gag in my mouth. Josie was gagged too. I could tell the three youths were intent on molesting me and leaving Josie alone. I was terrified half out of my wits as I felt their rough hands everywhere pinching and feeling."
"Look at that pale white skin . . . ," Jones laughed. "Look at that shriveled white flesh!
Looks like someone bleached her good. Or maybe she's just scared stiff. Are you afraid of BLACK NIGGERS, baby?"
"I couldn't make a sound . . . ," Marcia confessed. "My hands were bound tight behind the chair. I heard those nigger youths laughing and chuckling to themselves,"
"Man--it's HUGE, and BLACK . . . !," Jerimiah grinned. "And you sure does have a lot of them BLACK NIGGER HAIRS around it. I'd shove the damn thing so far down her throat that she gets them black hairs right between her teeth. Let her chew on a good NIGGER COCK for a little while. It will teach her some respect for her black brothers. Shove it in her--man. Shove it deep!"
"Jones approached me with his gargantuan penis. I couldn't see it. But I could feel it. Just the vibrations I got told me it was huge. I could hear the youths chuckling among themselves. I felt this hard fleshy thing being pressed against my lips. I knew immediately that it was a hard BLACK PENIS! I almost vomited. My hair was being pulled roughly as I was forced to open my mouth. A violent pain shot through my flesh. The fiery black rammed his raging penis deep into my throat. He straddled my chair. The zipper of his fly rubbed my nose. All of a sudden I felt those wiry pubic hairs rubbing against my lips!"
"Now you've really got some gawd-damned BLACK NIGGER HAIR to complain about, baby . . . !," Jones shouted. "Eat my BLACK DICK like you like it! We blacks have been taking shit off you white trash long enough. Now it's your turn to taste revenge. You can eat humble pie, baby. And EAT IT you will!"
"SCREW HER JAWS . . . !," Ezra, the quietest, shrieked. "Fuck her damned white teeth out. Give her a good taste of your black dick. Let her know what black power is! Make her suck your BALLS, baby!"
"All of a sudden Jones jerked his black dick out of my mouth. He pushed my head bark while he forced his ebony testicles against by lips. He made me take my tongue and begin sucking his NUTS right in front of his buddies!"
"Love em up, sugar . . . ," Jones argued. "And if you dare bite them I'll pull every black hair out of your cunt!"
"I was forced to make oral love to that man's NUTS . . . !," Marcia belched. "It was humiliating. I'd never done that sort of thing to my own husband when he was alive. I mean I thought sucking a man's penis was just about the lowest thing a woman could do."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Who are you kidding . . . !," Marcia blasted. "The youngest youth, Ezra, said he thought Jones had a case of 'syph'. He kept telling me how many nigger women Jones had screwed, how he never washed his body, and how he had big open sores on his cock. I knew the youth was exaggerating but he scared me. I thought about getting V.D. in my mouth. I thought of the horror of telling my doctor that I had caught it from a black man. I knew right then that I wouldn't dare report this incident to the police. Too many people in the neighborhood, blacks who had grudges against me, would get a rise out of the publicity the thing would be given. The most horrible part was these boys never once touched Josie. That's when I knew it was revenge. A personal grudge against me for having fired Beulah and picked on black kids!"
"When Jones thought I had sucked his black NUTS enough he pulled them out of my mouth. He shoved his raging penis down my throat. He ordered me to suck it deep into my mouth. He drove his throbbing sex into me like a restless animal. I had no choice but to suck him. All of a sudden his black body went rigid. I felt his thick cream pouring between my lips!"
"SUCK IT ALL--SUGAR," Jones cried out. "Suck every gawd-damned drop of it!"
"I almost choked because there was so much of it. It tasted like a warm gruel. The Negro youth kept moving his cock in circular motions as it spewed down my throat."
"I bet Beulah would give her eye teeth to see this . . . !," Jones laughed. "I bet she'd make this old bag wish she'd never opened her mouth about BLACK NIGGER HAIRS!"
"I was too frightened even to cry. I just sat in the chair, tied, while the last of his sperm dribbled down by throat. I could feel that big black penis shrinking. I was surprised when Jones removed his flaccid prick from my mouth."
"You gonna give her the treatment, baby . .. ?," Ezra questioned, in a high falsetto voice. "You gonna give her the treatment like we talked about?"
"Sure, baby, sure . . .!," Jones promised. "Watch me . . . wait a minute. I gotta get in the mood . . . you know, baby?"
"I had no idea what the three black youths were talking about until suddenly I felt his HOT URINE pouring down my throat. I could feel it shooting out of the tip of that foul-tasting penis. It felt like hot water being sprayed from a fire hose. Only it tasted awful!"
"OHOOOO . . . NOOOOO!," I gurgled. "My head was pushed back farther. I felt it pouring down my cheeks, running down my breasts, and splattering on my thighs. The other negro youths laughed at my humiliation. All of a sudden my hands were untied. Something hard and fleshy was shoved between my fingers."
"MASTEURBATE US . .. !," Jerimiah giggled. "SHAKE MY BLACK STICK! Make me come all over the place!"
"I didn't know what to do . . . ," Marcia confessed. "I'd never masturbated a man either. But Jerimiah told me to pump and squeeze his cock. I couldn't see it. I sure could feel it though. The one in my right hand, belonging to Ezra, was the largest. I had a cock in both hands. Urine ran down my chin. Right then and there I was certain that the electric chair couldn't have been more painful!"
"Go on ... "
"I masturbated both of the BLACK COCKS in my hand. I squeezed them. They grew more erect. They began to swell and to throb with a pulse of their own. Somehow I felt a thrill of excitement as they began to swell. Something about the stark terror of the situation began to fascinate me. I knew that the youths didn't mean to kill me. And I had been so long without sex, except for solitary masturbation, that I began to respond to them."
"OHOOOOO . . . !," I moaned. "Lay her down on the gawd-damned desk and I'll fuck her white cunt!," Ezra chuckled. "She might like taking by BLACK TOOL in her white box! She might even give us some polka-dotted babies. Can you still make babies, lady?"
"Filthy, crude bastard . . . !," I hissed. "If you're gonna run off at the mouth like that . . . ," Ezra jeered, "you can wear a gag!"
"My cries of torment were covered when they stuffed the gag in my mouth. I was pulled down on top of the desk, with my buttocks barely hanging over the edge so that my vulnerable SEX was exposed and easily within reach. I felt someone pulling at my pussy hairs and giggling as the three boys jabbered in their own black lingo."
"OWWWWW . . . !," I groaned in my gag as I felt that throbbing penis touch me. "I felt as if I was being split in two. That black moved between my thighs, parting my legs, until our bodies were mashed together in an intimate manner. I could not see my aggressor as he made his vile and lusty attack. His penis jabbed hard a few times. It began to move into me with some ease then."
"I think she likes your BIG BLACK DICK . . . !," Jerimiah quipped. "You got a nice one, EZ. Sock it to her! Make her beg you for your damned BLACK COCK."
"I was being fucked right on the edge of the office desk. That lusty Negro youth was pounding me with every inch of his vile manhood. I knew he was in me to the hilt when his testicles smacked against my ASS. I felt him moving inside me like some animal. I squeezed down tight when I felt a sharp wave of pleasure."
"She's MILKING me with her cunt . . . !," Ezra laughed. "She's actually turning on. Filthy white bitch! Ummm . . . her cunt is small . . . must have been DRY for years. Ummm . . . she feels so damned tight . . . !"
"OHOOO . . . NOOOO . . . !," I screamed, loathing the pleasure I felt.
"Ezra sunk his cock in and out again. He pumped against me after he slid his hands under my buttocks. He thrilled me with every raw inch of his black manhood."
"Baby . . . you oughta be hurting her instead of turning her on . . . ," Jones laughed. "Shit . . . man . . . you ain't punishing her! You're just teaching her that she's a woman . . . and that she turns on to a dick ... no matter if it's red . . . white ... or purple ... !"
"You can HURT HER in a few minutes Ezra laughed. "Right now I'm having too much damned fun to care if she's hurting or not. OWW-EEEE . . . can she ever grab a cock and hold on to it!"
"All of a sudden . . . ," Marcia gasped, "his body went rigid. The hot cream poured into me. I was momentarily sickened by the thoughts of a nigger man pouring his seed into me. I couldn't see his face. Actually it felt even better than when my husband used to do it to me. I guess I had gone without sexual release for so long that I turned on by instinct. I groaned as I allowed him to use my body as the tool for his black passion."
"Let me at her . . . !," Jones pleaded. "Roll her over. Give me a crack at her WHITE ASS !"
"I was forced to bend over the desk with my buttocks high in the air . . . ," Marcia moaned. "I was hoping that whatever he did to me would feel good. I got the shock of my life when Jones shot his ungreased BLACK PENIS into my ASS without any attempt to lubricate it."
"My cries went unheard because of the gag . . . ," Marcia revealed. "But the pain was anything but silent. I never felt such wild stabs in my life. Jones hugged my hips. He lunged wildly. His cock struck at my sphincter, nudged it open, but not wide enough to allow him to enter me."
"OHOOOOO . . . !," I cried, clawing the sides of the desk. "I tried to struggle free. There was no way I could avoid the attack. The two other nigger youths threatened to tie my hands if I didn't submit. All of a sudden Jones spit on his penis. He rubbed the spittle over the end of his dick. Then he shoved it in my ASS!"
"OWWW-NOOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "I felt him penetrate the tight sphincter ring. I felt the big head slide in. My sphincter closed down over the black shaft."
"You got a big BLACK DICK up your ass, baby . . . !," Jones rasped, hotly. "What I'm doing to you is worse'n anything you've ever done to a black person. Man--you're taking it like a damned dog--from the rear. You ain't nothing but a low down trashy animal. I'm gonna make you beg and scream for it when I get done!"
"That big black nigger moved deep into my bowels . . . ," Marcia admitted. "He began pinching it until he had it a fiery red, strained my buttocks like bold window weights. Jones slid his hands around my hips as he thrust. He began stroking my pussy and prying his fingers through my cunt."
"There's more than one way to turn a honkie girl on . . . ," Jones laughed. "I'm going to fiddle with your button and get you begging for it. OK ?"
"That damned nigger found my clitoris. The small appendage right inside my pubic lips that is so sensitive and responsive . . . ," Marcia groaned. "He began squeezing it, rubbing it and pinching it until he had it a fiery red, strained against his finger. He stroked the tip of his finger back and forth, up and down, until I thought I would loose my mind!"
"OHOOOO . . . !," I cried, feeling the shaft working deep in my bowels.
"Listen to her . . . !," Jerimiah giggled. "Listen to her turn on to that big BLACK PRICK in her ass and those black fingers working her clit!"
"I went WILD...!" Marcia explained. "The three niggers went nuts laughing at me. Two of them stood beside me and took turns masturbating themselves and shooting their damned goo all over my naked flesh. Josie said nothing about it because of the gag in her mouth. I was surprised that the youths never made a move to touch her."
"Make her BEG for it, baby . . . !," Jerimiah laughed. "Make her beg out loud, Ezra!"
"Jerimiah pulled the gag out of my mouth. I was so hot and passionate that I came out and begged that nigger to fuck me. It was a thrill beyond my wildest expectations. But it hurt too! It was the mixture of pleasure and pain, consent and retaliation that made it so exciting. My asshole began to quiver and tighten down on his throbbing penis!"
"Watch her POP . . . boys . . . !," Jones giggled. "She's just about to burst herself wide open . . . ! One . . . ! Two . . . ! Three ... !"
"OWWWW . . . !," I groaned. "OHOOO . . . !"
"It was like a thousand firecrackers went off in my brain. I felt so ashamed and humiliated afterwards, knowing that Josie had heard me pleading with them to FUCK ME! I was terrified that she might tell some of the other girls there how they got me aroused. It wasn't that I was willing--they had forced me into submission. I mean--what other choice did I have?"
"What else did they do to you?"
"After that one of the Negro youths pulled down his pants. I mean his trousers and his jocks. I was pushed down on the floor on all fours. I was humiliated and frightened. I felt two nigger youths lashing my butt with their belts!"
"SUCK HIS ASS-HOLE, honey . . . ," Ezra shouted. "Move between his CHEEKS--part them with your finger--and stick your tongue into his BLACK NIGGER ASS!"
"I didn't have any choice in the matter . . . ," Marcia confessed. "It was either that or be beaten and forced into it. I found it the most repugnant of the acts that I performed that evening. That spade's ass stunk two miles away. I was shoved towards it. My buttocks, hips, and thighs were beaten."
"SUCK MY BLACK ASS . . . ," Jerimiah groaned. "Ream it out with your HOT TONGUE !"
"I tried to resist as long as I could. Gradually the pain got so bad that I had to consent. I tried to keep from breathing through my nose so that I wouldn't get the odor of that foul-smelling crud. I probed outward with my tongue. I felt myself making contact with the tiny black rosette."
"I stroked my tongue up and down his quivering ass-hole. It was totally humiliating for me. All three of the negro boys were grinning wildly as I was forced to perform this most humiliating perversion. I stuck my tongue into the tight sphincter. I thought I would vomit. I managed a few swipes."
"I just saw a COP go down the street . . . ," Jones barked, trying to control the fear in his voice. "We better burst out of here. Maybe these dames were supposed to be home. Maybe they sent someone to check on them."
"Those three nigger boys couldn't get out of there quick enough. I felt relieved that I didn't have to complete the scatological act. My hands were free. I untied Josie. She tried to comfort me. I really think Josie was more shook than I. Josie went to the phone to call the police. I was afraid. I made her put the phone down. I didn't want to start any more trouble than we already had. If I had the youths arrested they would only have their friends punish me. We had never gotten a good look at their faces. It was obvious that the niggers had it in for me and they had more ways to terrify me than I cared to realize. Josie agreed not to phone the police because-she too was afraid of the consequences. When I got home I bathed and took stock of what had just happened. I realized it was time for me to find another job."
"I went down to the telephone company. I got a position as a switch-board operator. It was a profession I'd enjoyed many years ago. I ride to and from work with another girl now. I don't feel anyone will rape me because I'm rarely alone. You can't imagine how humiliated and disgusted I felt knowing that they had me begging a time or two as they drove me almost out of my mind with passion. I'll never forget what they did to me. Every time a black man phones and places a call I wonder if it isn't one of those niggers lurking in the shadows, waiting for me, wanting to punish me and wanting to take out their lusts against my vulnerable white flesh! I go to sleep at nights dreaming about how they RAPED me! Sometimes I find myself crying out . . . with passion! Other times I scream in terror! I've been taking some non-prescription tranquilizers. They're really messing me up. I think you're the only one who can help me. I can't go on like this!"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: White women who are raped by members of another race often find the act deeply humiliating. In this case history we are faced with the trauma that results from being forced into sexual participation with members of another race. Marcia consulted me because of resulting nightmares, feelings of guilt, and inescapable tension which resulted from this incident. Marcia admits quite openly that she may have provoked the attack by her manner and attitude towards the Negroes with whom she worked.
Marcia blames her attitudes and hostilities on her parents who handed them down to her from their grandparents. Thus our dislike for foreign races seems almost inherited, although the law allows for the equal and fair treatment of all races. Many whites continue to show their hostility and thus actually provoke the ill-will which they receive.
Many white women feel that Negroes are inferior, sexually immoral, and to be treated as animals rather than humans. They have statistics to back up their assumptions.
As author Roger Blake notes in SEX IN BLACK AND WHITE "One might argue of course that statistics prove that the Negro is a 'born' rapist. They may look to the latest figures released by the FBI and point out that while the Negro represents only 11 to 12 percent of the population, he commits almost as many rapes as the white man. The statistics show that in 1968, 5,967 whites and 5,406 Negroes were arrested for forcible rape."
Even among black teenagers gang rape becomes a sport, especially when it is directed towards someone who is racially hostile. Because several Negro youths learned that Marcia hated blacks and had been cruel to children and to employees who were black they decided to surprise her with their own brand of sexual vengeance.
This incident was never reported to the police. No arrests were made. Marcia now admits, after several months of analysis, that the boys did not seem to be criminal-types. She observes they seemed to be intent on righting a wrong. Marcia is trying to change her attitudes and feelings towards non-whites. She admits her prejudices have no basis in reality. Though she is still nervous and upset I feel progress is being made. I believe this incident was motivated by racial revenge.
Marcia is much less eager to voice her opinions now that she has been a victim of racial gang violence. This and other incidents of inter-racial rape have been brought to my attention. In many cases the attack may be carried out against wanton and innocent victims. In others it is a crime backed up by a reason. In many cases gang rape incidents are inter-racial in nature. And despite the fact that victims are secured by force--many respond with obvious passion.
CHAPTER FIVE - Professional Targets
Women in various professions often find themselves vulnerable to rape. Because they deal with a certain segment of society--adolescents--and because they are female, they often become the objects of a lust attack. It has been found out that school teachers are often the targets of gang rape incidents and that boys often take out their hostilities against those who seem to be in authority over them.
The motivations behind rape may be varied. Often the rapist is drawn to his teacher because he finds he has a consuming lust for her. On the other hand he may be expressing his hated and hostility for all women through this one significant act. Whatever the motivation it is clear that the rapist, even the youth who participates in the GANG RAPE violence, is seriously maladjusted and anti-social.
In SADISM author L. T. Woodward comments on the anti-social aspects of rape ....
"Rape is fundamentally a non-sexual or anti-sexual act. It has little or nothing to do with sexual desire except as sexual desire is perversely expressed. Rape is an act of hostility towards others, generally an act of hostility towards the opposite sex. It may even conceal a latent homosexuality, curiously enough; the inveterate rapist of women can frequently be seen expressing his loathing for the female sex through rape, and not, as some may suppose, his powerful attraction toward women."
Police are aware that a surprising number of rapes are committed against professional teachers by their students. This case history seems to be typical of many such incidents. The student gets a grudge against his teacher and takes out his anger sexually. Often, because he is afraid to commit the act alone, he involves others who think that GANG RAPE is a thrilling form of entertainment. Most often sadism is at the root of this desire.
Wendy Brewer, a young teacher aged twenty-seven consulted me immediately after being raped by three teenage boys who's identity remains unknown. Sobbing convulsively she described to me how she was used and abused by three sexually violent youths who took no consideration of her feelings or emotions. The incident received wide news coverage further adding to Wendy's humiliation.
Wendy is a pert and attractive woman with bright intelligent eyes, softly veiled by sandy brown hair. Wendy has taught the tenth grade for four years. She has just recently become married. Because of the trauma associated with the incident Wendy is on the verge of giving up her profession.
"I never thought when I went into teaching that anything like this would happen to me . . . ," Wendy complained. "I mean RAPE was the farthest thing from my mind. I knew I would be working with teenage children. That my personality would have a strong influence on their maturity and learning. I'm one of those women who wants to be a good teacher. I mean . . . it's more than an eight hour day job to me. I guess I took my job too seriously though ... or this would never have happened! I'm so discouraged now that I want to quit. It's a shame that when you want to teach kids to do what's right they turn around and hate you for it. I have a suspicion who the boys are . . . but no proof. Furthermore I don't want to press charges. Those kids are mixed up enough without being thrown in jail. I asked them to keep this out of the news. But they didn't!"
"How did it all happen?"
"Well ... I really don't know . . . Wendy began. "I mean I don't know what prompted them to consider this method of punishing me. Or maybe they had no reason. Maybe I was just a random choice. Maybe I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It could have happened that way--you know?"
"Continue . . ."
"Well--after school I hold these 'detention' classes where students who have been tardy come every evening to spend an hour or two doing their lessons. Most of the time they just sit there and stare at the ceiling. I don't see as this form of punishment does much good. But it's one of the practices that are under discussion for change. Some teachers feel it's a good way to get their worst students to do their homework. But if the kids don't have the initiative to study at home I doubt they'll do it here."
"The last student had left for the evening . . . ," Wendy blushed. "I was cleaning up. It was another hour before the janitor came to our area. I hold these evening classes near the new gym--out of the way of the regular classrooms. There were two janitors working both ends of the hall. They weren't anywhere near me. They couldn't hear my cries for help. Another thing, two heavy wooden doors came together outside my room. I was cleaning up the floor when suddenly I heard voices behind me."
"Hi . . . teach ... !" a tall youth in faded jeans, a brown tee shirt and a lean frame smiled. "We got a problem we need some help with."
"The first thing I noticed was that the three boys wore stockings over their heads. One of them held a sharp knife in his hand aimed right at me."
"Porky's a good carve-up artist . . . ," the lean youth laughed, grabbing my wrist. "So don't try any funny stuff. We thought maybe you got lonesome all back here by yourself. We thought we might entertain you!"
"What do you want . . . ?," I shrieked.
"Just to be alone with you . . . ," the second, shorter youth smiled. "You're so willing to help us with our problems we thought maybe we'd help you with yours."
"I don't have any problems ...!," I argued. "Why are you wearing those silly stockings on your head?"
"You'll see, baby . . . ," the third boy, a thin fellow with a raspy voice smiled. "I been sitting back there months now staring at your slick white legs. I been watching you walk. I don't mind admitting that you excite me!"
"The moment their voice tones became sexual I became frightened. I thought they meant to rob me and leave me alone at first. But the tall youth, called Bradley, grabbed me. I was the chosen target of their RAPE LUST."
"Hi--sugar tits ... ! ," Brad whispered, shoving me against the wall. "How about giving a guy a feel of them beautiful breasts? I been sitting back there bored stiff thinking about doing this some day. Why does a pretty woman like you want to sit around with young kids, anyway ?"
"How come you ain't with your old man . . . ?"
"He works late . . . ," I answered. "Now please turn me loose."
"You must be a frustrated schoolteacher . . . ," Brad hissed. "You probably don't like your old man. You'd probably welcome a little LOVE from some of your more eager students."
"You're wrong about that . ..." I hissed. "Please turn me loose ... !"
"I started to scream . . ." Wendy verified. "But the shorter youth put his hand over my mouth. He jerked me backwards. I felt him stuffing something between my lips. My mouth was forced out of shape by a gag."
"Go on . . ."
"Three youths drug me towards the other end of the room . . . ," Wendy noted. "I was shoved against the corner of my desk. My clothes were torn from my flesh. I saw first one big naked breast and then the other appear. I couldn't recognize who the boys were behind the stockings they wore pulled down over their faces! They looked so frightening! Their gestures were both arrogant and humiliating!"
"Go on . . ."
"I tried to struggle . . . ," Wendy gasped. 'It didn't do me any good. My legs were jerked out from under me. I was forced to lay horizontal on top of the desk. It was then that they removed my blue silk panties and glimpsed my hairless cunt!"
"A shave-tail . . . ," Brad grinned. "A gawd-damned shave-tail CUNT! Not a hair one on it. She must have shaved last night ... !"
"Kelly, the youth with the raspy voice pushed my pubic lips apart. He got a good look. They stared right at my slit. They seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure out of just looking at me naked."
"They say a guy can EAT PUSSY better when a woman shaves her cunt . . . !" Porky grinned. "Maybe that's why she shaves it. Maybe her old man uses his mouth and tongue on it! Is that the reason, baby? Isn't he big enough to satisfy you any other way?"
"I couldn't reply with a gag in my mouth. The truth is that I am extremely sensitive and hygenically clean. I just happen to think that hairs in that area collect germs. I believe it's more sanitary to trim one's pubic lips. I admit Jerry performs cunnilingus on me. It makes it more sanitary for him too. But that's not my only reason for shaving!"
"It looks so pink and WET ... ! ," Porky chuckled. "I bet this dame has a tight cunt. Gawd--my cock's just about to burst at the seams. Let's get it over with quick!"
"Porky was the first one to fondle my tits. He sucked them. He pulled the nipples between his teeth, sucked hard and bit into them. I wanted to scream. The gag wouldn't let me. Kelly, the small youth with the raspy voice, pushed his hand between my thighs. He tried to masturbate me. I held my legs tightly together. Bradley pulled my thighs apart. He held my legs spread with his hand. Porky stuck a curious finger into my vagina. He smiled at me as he smelled the tip of his finger."
"This dame douches pretty damn often too ... ! ," Porky laughed. "Her cunt smells like fresh strawberries!"
"At least we know we got a clean one . . . !," Brad laughed. "Shit--you're the only pretty dame in the whole building. The rest are old bags. We thought maybe you'd enjoy a little amusement. You're pretty eager to send boys to the principal, baby. Quite a few kids got it in for you. You gotta be careful how you handle guys our age. We aren't babies any more, you know. In fact, from the size of the things in our pants I'd say we were pretty damned near MEN!"
"Bradley unzipped himself Wendy gasped. "He hauled out seven inches of swollen MEAT . . . ! I almost died! I mean--that kid had a cock bigger than most men. It tilted upward, defiantly. I saw the blue veins running down the underside."
"Brad's got a nice one, huh . . . teach?" Porky laughed, biting my tit. "Come on, baby . . . tell him what a nice COCK he's got!"
"I had no other choice. Porky kept biting the end of my breast until I thought I would lose my mind. I couldn't scream. But that didn't stop the pain from shooting in sharp stabs through my flesh!"
"It's nice . . . ," I mumbled in my gag. "Say it louder . . . !," Kelly peered.
"The noises I made in my gag were almost inaudible . . . ," Wendy blushed. "Brad watched Porky chewing on my tits. He spread my thighs wide. He moved between them, sinking down on hands and knees. I knew what he had in mind the moment his face moved near my cunt."
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," I screamed. "NOOOOOO !"
"Yes . . . baby . . . yes . . . !," Brad whispered. "A cunt as neat as this one deserves to be EATEN! Baby--I just can't ignore that ripe looking thing. I mean . . . just glancing at it makes me want to kiss it and love it with my MOUTH!"
"Brad was rough with me as he moved his fiery tongue against my clitoris. He sucked my cunt into his mouth. He wasn't cautious about how he bit me either. He probed his tongue in deep and hard. He placed a thick finger under my buttocks. He pulled me helplessly against his face."
"EAT IT, baby . . . !," Porky cheered. "EAT HER DAMNED CUNT UNTIL IT'S RAW!"
"I had no way to fight. I had to submit to Porky chewing on my tits and Bradley mouthing my most intimate and cherished pubic region. My clitoris is very sensitive. I admit that I masturbate a lot. I'm very easy to excite down there. I didn't get married until I was in my mid-twenties. Being highly sexed I always masturbate heavily and use my finger or other phallic-shaped object. So when Brad began licking and sucking I nearly lost my MIND!"
"OHOOOOOOOOO . . . OWWWWW . . . !," I screamed.
"Brad shot a finger into my ASS as he ate me . . . ," Wendy blushed. "I've never fooled with my ass-hole much. I was surprised to find it responsive to the slightest touch. My tight sphincter closed down over his finger. He jabbed it in and out a few times while making lavish tongue motions over my genitals."
"I responded to the gentle licking and sucking. But the finger in my ASS was crude and brutal! Surprisingly the mingling of pleasure and pain made me writhe and twist in an exquisite kind of ecstasy."
"OHOOOOO . . . ! NOOOOO . . . !," I gasped.
"You got her going, baby . . . ," Porky moaned. "Her tit's just gotten hard as a rock in my mouth!"
"Groovy, daddy . . . ! This dame turns on to sucking. I'll suck her until she goes DRY! Then we'll fuck the hell out of her. She sits around and gives orders like a prison guard. But maybe if she lays under a few of her students she'll get some of the chip off her shoulder. I gotta admit she's got a damned nice cunt to eat!"
"Brad shot his tongue deep into my vagina. I always prefer my husband just to suck my clitoris. It doesn't do a thing for me when a man puts his tongue deep in my slit. Brad noticed this. He also noticed my most obvious response when he moved his mouth back to my clitty. He flicked a tongue back and forth lightly until he had me squirming wildly under him. He found that the lighter he made his stroke the more I responded and the more the bud-like clitoris stood out."
"Boy--does she dig being EATEN . . . !," Porky slobbered. "Man--I'm about to come just chewing on her tits! It's a shame to have a dame this pretty sitting around and giving orders all the time without being able to touch her. It's about time somebody showed her a thing or two about how things work around here!"
"Yeah--baby . . . !," Kelly smiled, masturbating his own MEAT as it arched upward. "I've forced a few girls before. But never a grown woman. This is more fun, baby!"
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," I groaned. "Hold on, baby . . . !," Bradley grunted. "She's CO . . MI . . NG . . . !"
"My muscles went through a violent series of spasms . . . ," Wendy testified. "I felt my body go rigid. I felt the gigantic liquid followed by an eager tongue."
"Watch him SUCK HER JUICE . . . !," Kelly shouted. "Watch him EAT HER COME!"
"I was exhausted when Brad moved away from my thighs. Porky approached me holding his stiff MEAT. He made no attempt to place a condom or any form of protection over his uncircumcised penis. He squeezed it between his fingers. I stared at the naked head. It looked angry!"
"I'm gonna FUCK YOU, sugar . . . ," Porky teased. "I'm gonna stick my big FAT PRICK in your cunt and fuck you off! Then I'm gonna sit back in class and laugh at you because you won't know who raped you. And maybe we'll do it again sometime, lady. When you're least expecting us. Shit, honey, lay still--I gotta prove to you that I'm no KID!"
"The first jab made me squirm . . . ," Wendy sobbed. "The second thrust got him in solid. Porky grunted, trying to breathe through the tight stocking. Even though he was laying on top of me forcing his thick penis in and out of me I couldn't tell who he was. The stocking was very dark, his nose was flattened by the pressure and I was too terrified to try and make an identification."
"Porky lay over me panting as he pumped his penis wildly into my vulnerable sex. It's funny how you do things when you're frightened. Even though I was terrified I moved instinctively with the youth in an effort to hasten the end. Being raped by three teen-age boys isn't any fun. I guess it could have been worse. I didn't try to fight the penis that moved deeply within me. I lay helpless to stop the rape of my innocent flesh."
"Jab her deep, baby . . . !," Kelly shouted. "FUCK HER HARD! Fuck her until she can't walk!"
"Porky thrust his hands under my buttocks. He pulled me tightly against his abdomen. I knew he was in to the hilt because his testicles banged my ass. The kid moved wildly. He panted through the stocking. His arms were rough. He wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt so I couldn't identify any marks on his flesh. I lay there submitting silently to his revengeful lust."
"OHOOOOOO . . . NOOOOOO . . . !"
"Yes . . . baby . . . yes . . . !," Porky cried. "You're going to have an ORGASM. A wild screaming orgasm."
"Even through the tight gag my sounds were audible. I raked my fingernails into that youth's shoulder. The heavy shirt he wore kept me from hurting him. I kicked wildly under him. My actions only served to excite him. Porky clung to me, hands under my hips, pulling me upwards as he released his lust. From my own consent, my own circular motions of response and from the intimate rhythm of my pulsating pleasure I knew that I would share his joyous release. I felt my own orgasm approaching. I could not hide my passion."
"Watch her FUCK, you guys . . . !," Kelly shouted. "Watch that damn dame go to town!"
"OHOOOOOOO . . . !," Porky cried.
"Ohooooooo . . . noooooo!," I mumbled in my gag. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Suddenly it happened. I felt that gigantic hot response ripping through my flesh. I felt my body stiffen. I felt my liquid orgasm mingling with his own. I clung to that youth feeling the soft sensual waves of pleasure mingled with my sharp humiliation."
"You got her that time . . . ," Kelly grinned. "You got her so damned HOT I could smell the FUZZ burning!"
"Your turn now, Kelly . . . !," Porky laughed. "Your turn to prove you're a man. Your damned dong's longer than mine and thicker so you should please her even better."
"It isn't size that counts, buddy . . . ," Brad barked. "It's how you use what you got! Now hurry up . . . cause I got a yen to crack my NUTS too!"
"Kelly pulled out his crude instrument of passion. The moment he touched it with his rough fingers it jumped to life. It began to swell. It arched upward against his sharp squeezing motions."
"Baby ... if you gotta masturbate first . . . ," Porky jested, "you ain't no MAN! Mine comes out stiff and goes in hard. It may come out SOFT --but it don't stay that way long!"
"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH . . . !," Kelly swore. "The way I go about getting my thrills is my own damned business. If I like to knead the dough before I shove it in the oven it's my concern."
"Man--dig the baker!"
"Kelly lunged for me. I tried to escape. I moved to the side of the desk before he caught me. Brad noticed my discomfort. As Kelly moved me in place Brad took my coat off the rack and lay it under me. Kelly manipulated my exposed breasts gently. He bent his mouth to embrace first one tit and then the other!"
"That damned mother-fucker's gotta suck her off first . . . ," Porky rasped. "His dong's as hard as steel and he wants to SUCK HER!"
"Kelly swung at Porky. Bradley jerked Porky out of the way. He gave Porky orders to keep out of it until Kelly was done with me. Brad shouted that he wanted to get done and leave early."
"Kelly nibbled my tits. He seemed to be enjoying lashing his tongue back and forth . . . !
Kelly seemed to be trying to relax me before he RAPED me. Brad got irritated and urged Kelly to hurry. Kelly shoved his violent PRICK into me. He didn't bother to grease it. I felt the sharp stab of his genital knife moving deeply. Kelly shoved his hands under my buttocks. He ground his hips in rhythmic circular motions."
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," Kelly moaned. "What a damned neat CUNT! Gawd--she's so tight and warm. Like stretching a pair of cold feet into warm socks. Gawd, baby, I gotta do something about my aching BALLS!"
"Kelly moved wildly on top of me. He pounded me against the desk. He impaled me with his throbbing penis. My cunt clung to him, seeming to respond, despite my sharp feelings of humiliation. It was horrible. And yet so very wonderful in a way. I'd thought of how it would be to have sex with boys their age. I mean--I'd thought about it in a way that was pure fantasy. I'd thought about it while watching teenage boys flirting with their girlfriends. I'd watched for signs of sexual arousal and seen plenty. About the most comical incident occurred when Tommy Dubbins gave a speech standing while sporting an immense erection. I remember his condition received a few chuckles from other boys in class. However it went mostly unnoticed among the girls. I had thought about how virile a boy his age would be. Doctors claim adolescents are at their peak of sexual potency. I thought a boy his age would be more vigorous than even my own husband."
"As Kelly pumped into me harder I thought about my random thoughts concerning sex with teenage boys. I'd even found myself attracted to a few youths during my years of teaching. But I'd never made an overt gesture to establish a physical relationship. I more or less looked on and admired and remembered how wonderful it was when I was their age and had given my cherry to a kid of seventeen."
"What you thinking about, bitch . . . ?," Porky demanded. "From the ways your eyes is floating back in your head honey, I'd think you were a million miles away. Are you trying to forget about what this COOL CAT is doing to you? You may not think I'm much of a MAN, honey--but you sure to hell can't ignore the big dick I'm moving in you!"
"I wanted to scream at Porky. I wanted to call him filthy and vile trash. My mind was on the sharp waves of pleasure that spread through my flesh. I was concentrating on the energy and vigor with which Kelly copulated. Each thrust brought me sharp waves of pleasure. I tried to keep from raking my fingernails into his shoulder. I didn't want to show any evidence of passion. Yet that youth was pleasing me with his wild lust!"
"You must be getting her right, buddy . . . ," Brad grinned.
"Kelly turned his head to smile. Of all the youths he seemed the most considerate. He wasn't as brutal as Porky had been. Perhaps it was the lack of cruelty that kept me hanging on the edge of passion. But there was no doubt about it. I was sexually responding to Kelly!"
"Now you got her going, hoss . . . !," Porky chuckled. "Keep shoving the MEAT in, baby!"
"Hurry . .. man . . . !," Porky urged. "We gotta get out of here before them janitors come snooping around. Make her come quickly. Or else take your meat out and jerk it off on the floor. Make a nice little mess for these flunky's to clean."
"Kelly overwhelmed me with his ardor . . . ," Wendy gasped. "He lost control. He was fucking me like a wild man. My hips began to swivel as if they were on ball-bearings. Kelly's buttocks rose and fell. His breathing was heavy. His stocking was wet with sweat."
"Drive home for the KILL . . . !," Porky cheered. "Fuck her until she can't sit down. Give her something to remember you by, baby!"
"I was meeting Kelly thrust for thrust. I couldn't hide the wild passion I felt. I couldn't deny the rising waves of pleasure that spread through my flesh and made me cling to him with every ounce of my strength."
"I wrapped my legs around Kelly's thighs. I moved closer. There was no use trying to fake it. Once I turn on--I go crazy! If I could have screamed loud enough through my gag to have been heard I would have begged them to FUCK ME!"
"OHOOOOOO . . . FUCK . . . FUCK.. . FUCK HARDER!"
"Kelly tore into me wildly. He pulled his swollen penis all the way out. Then he ripped into me with the full length of his manhood. His testicles struck my backsides."
"UMMMMM . . . !," I panted.
"Our orgasms erupted simultaneously . . . ," Wendy sighed. "I felt the hot liquid explosion of my sex cream the moment our bodies stiffened. It came pouring together like the mixture of two spewing volcanoes. Kelly did not pull out. He clung to me moving slowly, savoring the final ecstasy of our union."
"Give me a crack at her, damn you . . . !," Brad swore. "You two studs done split the hole wide open and filled it so full that it ain't no good. Now roll her over. I want to go in from the ASS. I bet she's virgin back there. It's about time someone showed her there's more than one way to get a good FUCK!"
"When those youths saw the wild look of terror on my face they all grabbed me at once. I made a valiant fight to escape. I pulled them over towards the window. Brad and Porky shoved me on the desk. I felt myself being pushed over it face first. My arms were twisted up behind me. Kelly held me while Brad unleashed his ANIMAL PASSION!"
"Brad spit on the palm of his hand. He rubbed it over the tip of his swollen penis. He shot that throbbing member against my ASS! I felt as if I was being split in two. It was horrible feeling him jab back there until my sphincter finally spread. My husband had never once touched me there. So you can imagine my horror when Brad ripped into me with the full urgency of his aroused manhood."
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," I gasped, struggling. "I was helpless. Porky and Kelly were twisting my wrists. Brad hugged my hips as he shot his awesome sex into me. My sphincter kept spreading more and more as he forced his RAW PENIS into me. It felt like something huge entering my bowels. I felt as if I would die at any moment. Brad made no effort to be kind or considerate. He filled me with his LUST!"
"FUCK HER ASS, baby . . . !," Porky cheered. "Let her feel like a DOG! Dog-fuck her, daddy!"
"My humiliation was unforgettable . . . ," Wendy sighed. "I actually broke out and sobbed as he continued pounding into me from behind. The youth laughed at me. Said I deserved what I was getting. Said it might happen again and again to me. I was teaching in one of the poorer sections of town. It had been the only job opening available when I needed a position. I knew that after they finished with me I'd never teach in this school again. I wasn't about to work anywhere where I was a prime target for RAPE!"
"I had little chance to think of anything else . . . ," Wendy muttered. "The pain spreading through my flesh was enough to drive me out of my mind. I tried to pull free. Brad tore in harder!"
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," I gasped. "I collapsed, blocking my mind to the mounting waves of pain that spread through my flesh. Another five minutes and I began to feel sharp waves of pleasure. The pain was still there--but I sensed a response in my own flesh. Brad clung to my hips, pumping. There was a new rhythm to his thrusts, one that called for a similar response from my flesh. My sphincter loosened. Brad moved in and out making heavy grunts."
"OHOOOOO . . . baby . . . that's it . . . !," Brad whispered. "That's it, honey. Hold on like that and I'll be done with you in a minute!"
"I felt my passion mounting. I clung to the edge of the desk. I bit down hard against my gag as the waves of pleasure became sharper. Brad reached around front, clinging to my hips, as his fingers stroked my cunt. He moved his longest finger to my clitoris. He began masturbating me."
"OHOOOOOO . . . noooooooo . . . !," I moaned. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ... ME ... !"
"Watch her grind you guys!"
"Even though the gag was tight I could make definite words. Even though I felt the sharp waves of pain I felt stronger waves of pleasure. I climaxed just as Brad's body went stiff. He shot his sex cream into my tender ASS!"
"That's enough . . . you guys . . . ," Porky cheered, shaking his head. "That damn janitor will probably be here any minute. Tie her to the radiator over there. Leave her naked so the darkie gets a good look. Maybe he'll want to rape her himself before he calls the police."
"I was drug to the radiator ... ! My hands were tied behind me. I tried to pull free but they had bound me tight. I was naked. All of a sudden Porky pulled a tube of lipstick out of my purse. He forced the tip end out. He approached my sore and aching flesh. All over my thighs he wrote profane words. "FUCK ME" appeared scrawled across my firm abdomen. "SUCK ME" was written on my thighs. Porky took the remainder of the lipstick and made random swipes up and down my flesh."
"Porky paused long enough to grab his thick MEAT one more time. He jerked himself to a sizeable erection. Then he approached me. Porky mashed his MEAT against my thighs. He rubbed against my flesh, making pumping motions. All of a sudden he shot his sperm on me. It dripped down my legs. He rubbed it over my cunt. Then he zipped his bold animal back into his pants."
"Here he comes now . . . !," Brad shouted. "Here comes the damned nigger to clean up now. Let's get out of here--quick!"
"The three youths made a terrible racket running through the hall to the gym. The janitor pursued them. After he lost them in the parking lot he returned. I thought he would walk past my room. Suddenly I glimpsed his shiny black face in the doorway."
"AWW . . . LORDY ME . . . !," the darkie screamed. "Is you hurt . . . ???"
"I thought the nigger would go running for help. He seemed afraid to come close since I was naked. Like maybe he was afraid of being lynched or something. Niggers are so funny about becoming involved with a white woman in anything pertaining to sex. Like they're afraid to get mixed up. I coaxed the darkie into turning me loose even though I was naked. Jason kept staring at my splotched red flesh. He touched me as if he were afraid that all hell would break loose. When I was free he ran down the hall."
"By the time I had dressed and gained my composure . . . ," Wendy affirmed, "the police arrived with cameras and photographers. I gave them my story. I admitted I did not know the identity of the youths. I also informed them that I intended to give up my job at the school."
"Go on . . ."
"It made headlines . . . ," Wendy stated, "Even the profanities written in bold lipstick smears on my flesh. I didn't teach my class again. Someone else took over. I just can't face the students knowing what they know about me. My husband is making arrangements to transfer to a larger city where I have a chance to teach in a bigger school. I'm not going to teach anymore this year. Maybe I won't teach ever again. I don't know. Right now ... all I want to do is forget. Can you help me . . . ?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: Wendy was highly upset over the incident of rape. Not desiring to return to her profession immediately Wendy consulted me about the increased anxiety and guilt she felt. In discussing the possibilities of continuing with her profession Wendy states that she would like to teach grade school children. She does not wish to become involved with teenage boys again. It is most unfortunate that many teachers leave their professions for just such reasons as this. It is unfortunate that wild and reckless teenagers with nothing better to do consider their teachers prime RAPE TARGETS.
Victims of gang rape may be abused in a variety of perverse manners. Wendy admits to being forced to fellate one or more youths. She says she was the recipient of a disgusting oral act while she was abused both physically and verbally. Wendy states that being raped anally was the most humiliating part of the incident.
Psychiatrists note that ANAL rape--sodomy-- is often involved in gang sex. Because forced sodomy can be extremely painful it is often used as a prime method of attack by bold sadists who achieve the utmost pleasure from forcefully humiliating their partners in an anal fashion. Wendy admits that the act pleased her some, but notes that her later reaction was one of fear, shame and contempt. Analism often becomes a tool in the hands of the teenage gang sadist.
As author James Harvey observes in THE ANAL DELIGHT "Sadism and masochism play a large part in anal sex practices because of the pain involved."
Psychiatrists are likewise aware that victims of anal rape are even more hesitant to confess these crimes of passion than those abused in a normal fashion.
In the ANAL DELIGHT author James Harvey observes . . . , "It is a well known fact that most women never report the fact that they have been sexually attacked and this is especially true in cases involving "unnatural acts". One of the reasons the Boston Strangler got away with his career of sex for so long is that few of the victims ever reported him."
Wendy admits she would not have reported the incident herself. Wendy is now unemployed. Her husband desires her to remain under analysis until he can transfer to a larger city. If Wendy returns to teaching it will be with younger children. Hopefully a short period of analysis may end the anxiety felt by this patient. If not she will need to make arrangements for receiving further psychological counseling after she moves.
Sometimes the memories of the rape incident are even more lasting than the physical abuses. Even when the victim feels passion along with the rapist it most often results in overwhelming guilt. Physical scars soon disappear but the mental wounds left after an incident of GANG RAPE are never completely forgotten.
CHAPTER SIX - Rural Rapists
Adolescence is an age of sexual curiosity and exploration. An age at which the sexual instinct is at it's height and when young boys feel the strong urgent need for sexual release--which may or may not be available. Many teenagers, especially boys, band together and form what is commonly called 'sex clubs'. Together these youths may roam their neighborhood in disguise and molest innocent women. They express themselves sexually through force in a media known as RAPE. Their initiation ceremonies may involve gang rape. Victims may be chosen at random and for no other reason than that they are attractive.
As author J. Rupert Rosenfeld affirms in THE ANIMAL LOVERS (Erika Press, New York,) . . . , "What is crystal clear and alarming to sociologists--indicating to them that teenage sex is bursting at the seams--is the sharp rise in juvenile sex clubs, not only in major metropolitan areas, but even in smaller towns and rural areas--the latter being an unheard of thing five years ago! All of these clubs are veritable cesspools of sin and sex, the children being more than equal to the task of fornication, promiscuity, and orgiastic activities."
In the city or the country teenage boys are always getting themselves into trouble. Many may be unmindful of the fact that RAPE is a criminal offense. Together, in gang form, they may view rape as a playful prank--a way of amusing themselves and finding sexual release simultaneously.
When Gloria Trent consulted me she was upset and distraught, suffering from a recent gang rape experience. Gloria is a pert and attractive blond, a city girl recently married and moved to the country. Gloria is twenty-six and highly attractive, having high-tipped breasts, wide thighs and moist sensual lips. Gloria married her husband, Curtis, four years ago. She met him in the city where he held down an executive position. Gloria never took her husband's yen to move to the country seriously until Curtis's father died leaving them a twenty-two acre farm. Gloria agreed to move to the country with her husband when he and his brother decided to go into business together running a country store which never failed to show a good profit.
"I found myself right at home in the cozy six room farmhouse . . . ," Gloria admitted, sitting on the edge of the office chair. "I mean--it was comfortable and cozy. I had more chores to keep me busy than in the small apartment in the city. I had no neighbors nearby. The nearest was a half mile away. It was so peaceful and quiet that I'd never have believed anything like this could happen. In fact it was so quiet I frequently got lonely."
"There are some thick mountains behind us. Boys go up hunting on the weekends. They ride their motor bikes there during the week. I sometimes hear the roar of their motors. But that's as near as they get. It was during the summer. I love to get out in the sun. I soak up a good tan. I wear a scanty bikini--I admit. But we have a high hedge around our yard. No one can see in. I wanted to strip and sun bathe in the nude. Somehow I never got the nerve. I thought maybe someone would come around and I wouldn't have time to dress."
"Go on . . ."
"Well, on alternate nights my husband and his brother handle the evening shift at the store.
They close at 11:30. Curtis comes home tired but satisfied that they've made enough to meet expenses. He likes it a lot better than a hectic day down at the office."
"Continue . . ."
"Well . . . I've often heard a noise outside in the evenings when I was undressing and getting into my gown. I never thought about prowlers because we had Toby tied in the front yard. But then she couldn't see the back and sides of the house. I thought maybe it was a cat going through our garbage."
"I see . . ."
"Our bedroom is downstairs. I like it better down on the first floor. We have two rooms upstairs which we use for storage. But the bath is downstairs and I prefer sleeping on the first floor. I sit in the front of the dresser and brush my hair and perfume up good for my husband. Curt is a very virile lover. He usually likes to make love to me before his evening snack and after. Sometimes in the morning too. I enjoy it because I want to keep my husband happy."
"Good . . ."
"Sometimes the shades aren't always down. But then as remote as we are you'd hardly have any prowlers about. So I felt pretty free to do what I wanted. Sometimes I stand naked in front of the mirror and squeeze my breasts. Sometimes I admire my butt and thighs. I'm a normal woman, doctor! I'm very conscious of my appearance. I wear delicate see-through gowns that entice Curt. But I'm hardly the type to expect a Peeping Tom outside the window!"
"Go on . . ."
"Well--about nine the phone rang. When I got there no one answered. I figured it was a wrong number. Then Curt called and said he had a flat and would have to take it over to Joel Crowder's after he closed the store. I knew it meant he would be coming home late. So I flopped down on the couch to watch TV. I kept hearing these noises out back. I didn't think anything was wrong. Toby never barked once. All of a sudden I felt this cool breeze blowing through the living room. I wondered if I had accidentally left the kitchen window open by mistake. When I walked into the kitchen I saw that the window was up and that storm clouds were forming outside. I locked the window. I strolled back through the living room feeling my bare feet patter against the recently scrubbed linoleum."
"I guess I dozed off . . . ," Gloria blushed. "Anyway when I opened my eyes three rough looking youths were standing over me. Their eyes were glued to my flesh. The first thing I observed was the bulging erection on the youth standing nearest me."
"Hi . . . beautiful . . . !," he smiled. "Should I wake 'Sleeping Beauty' with a kiss?"
"I went to jump off the couch. The youth standing behind me and the one at my feet gently shoved me back."
"Now don't get your temper up, lady . . . ," the youth behind me smiled. "My name's Hank. We just come in to get out of the storm. We don't mean you no harm, lady!"
"Who are you . . . ?," I gasped, startled, gazing at the youth at my feet. "I found myself staring at a tall somewhat handsome bearded boy with dark eyes and a bold straight nose. He wore black cowboy boots, a faded rawhide belt and a shirt open at the collar."
"My name's Lucas . . . !," he grinned. "We were just passing by on our bikes. We came in to get out of the storm. Relax--lady--we ain't gonna hurt you none!"
"Why didn't you knock?"
"We did . . . ," Paul, the youth behind me, responded. "But no one answered. So we came in through the open window."
"I don't think I left the window open!"
"You did . . . lady . . . !," Hank, the youth with the bold erection standing in front of me, laughed. "You did, baby!"
"I made a sudden move to get up. Paul and Lucas shoved me back down on the couch. They had a sneaking smile on their unshaven faces. I stared at Hank who appeared to be the oldest. He wore a faded T-shirt, faded blue denims, a jean jacket and scarred boots. I had no ideas who the boys were or where they came from."
"I'd like to phone my husband."
"I wouldn't do that, lady . . . ," Hank laughed, running his hands over his crotch. "I mean--you wouldn't want to upset him, would you?"
"Hank kept stroking the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. He kept staring at me hard, looking at my legs and licking his lower lip. Hank made a move towards me. He never stopped rubbing his hand over his crotch."
"I've got something nice for you, baby . . . ," Hank scowled. "I know good and damned well that you get lonesome out here all day by yourself. You've got to admit that your hubby's tired when he comes home from lifting those heavy boxes all day. I bet he can't hardly lift his MEAT to satisfy you at nights like you'd like him to. We been riding our bikes up on the mountain. Lucas here is a bird expert. He's got a pair of foreign binoculars that let you see for miles. One day we spotted you. Lucas said you was the prettiest damn bird he'd ever seen!"
"Yeah--sugar . . . !," Lucas grinned, stroking his thick beard. "You was wearing one of them teenie-weenie polka-dot bikinis. You were really letting it all hang out. We nearly went nuts watching you. Paul--he got his MEAT out and began to work it off! We been thinking about this for a very long time, baby. But--honey--we ain't gonna hurt you none. We're just going to show you how guys like to treat a pretty woman!"
"I knew then that the three of them meant to RAPE me . . . !," Gloria trembled. "And believe me that was the most horrible thought in the world. Those youths were lean and hungry-eyed. They appeared filthy standing with their hands down in their pants showing their bulging erections. Lucas and Paul pushed me down on the couch. Hank unzipped his MEAT ... ! He must not have worn any shorts underneath because it came jumping out all hard, stiff and proud. It was red and swollen. Blue veins ran down the sides. They shot upward as his cock arched towards his abdomen."
"Cute little fella, huh . . . ?," Hank scowled. "Has a mind of his own tho! Just curls up like that begging for love. And baby when I get to hurtin' I just got to do something to relieve the ache in my BALLS!"
"Do her now, baby . . . !," Lucas guffawed. "Put it in her hairy mouth!"
"Hank approached me . . . ," Gloria blushed. "Our couch is soft and well-cushioned. When he lay down on top of me I felt the couch sag. Hank was an extremely well-built boy with heavy, powerful muscles. He pulled up my skirt. He tore off my panties. He positioned his throbbing SEX right between my thighs. Before sticking his meat into me he massaged my breasts."
"Ask me to FUCK YOU, lady . . . ," Hank giggled, nibbling my ear lobe. "Ask me, baby--that way I wouldn't feel guilty about doing it!"
"I refused to comply . . . ," Gloria admitted. "I wasn't about to consent to a demonstration of their wild lust. Lucas and Paul twisted my ankles. Hank bit my lip. He drove his tongue deep into my mouth. He bit my lip until it bled."
"Say it--honey . . . !," Lucas suggested. "For your own good, baby. It will save you a lot of pain."
"OHOOOOOO . . . !"
"Paul jabbed a needle from a nearby sewing basket into the ball of my foot. I nearly hit the ceiling."
"OHOOOOO . . . FUCK ME . . . !," I cried. "OH . . . please . . . FUCK ME . . . !"
"I was almost out of my mind with pain when I screamed. Hank took both of his boot heels and kicked Paul out of the way to get him to stop jabbing needles into my toes. The pain ceased. Then I felt the hard pressure of his pounding passion entering me."
"I hope you like it, honey . . . !," Hank whispered.
"I clung to Hank's rough jean jacket . . . ," Gloria admitted. "I stared up into his dark eyes. His eyebrows seemed to grow together in the middle of his face. Hank had a handsome face, square jaws, full lips. He was so virile looking. He acted even more lusty. He drove his throbbing penis deep into my vagina, making me cry. I tore a fingernail into his faded jean jacket."
"Hang LOOSE, baby . . . ," Lucas smiled. "You can't enjoy a good FUCKING if you lay stiff as a corpse. Relax and give in. Move a little with Hank. You'll find he's an experienced fucker. Hell--he's been practicing for ages on some sheep in Mr. Johanson's back pasture. You oughta see that cowboy stick his MEAT into a sheep's woolly cunt. He has her bleating and begging to be fucked. That boy's all ANIMAL!"
"Bring out the BEAST in her . . . !," Paul blabbered.
"Hank was sinking it into me. He shoved his rough hands under my buttocks. He pulled me firmly against him. He drove his organ deep into her flesh. I noted that he was much larger than my own husband."
"OHOOOOOO . . . OHOOOOO . . . !," I cried.
"That's it, baby, turn on . . . ," Hank muttered. "Beginning to like it, huh ?"
"Hank pumped deep and hard. You could hear the wet smacking sound of his sex digging into my CUNT! I always get very well lubricated during a coital session. Hank seemed surprised at my wetness!"
"She juices up nice, you guys . . . ," Hank laughed. "Man--she's got a neat CUNT! I told you she'd be a wild one. She's HOT. Hot enough for all three of us to handle. Maybe if she likes us well enough she'll invite us back and let us in one night when her husband's at work. Would you, lady? If we're good enough will you invite us back for a WILD FUCK more often? Every guy in town's had his eye on you. But we're the only ones with nerve enough to come out and take you. I'd like it a whole heap better if you enjoyed it though."
"Hank pounded wildly. He hugged me up against his hips. He buried his PENIS deep into my flesh. He drove long and hard. I moved my hands down his hips. Instinctively I pushed down on his buttocks and rose to meet his thrust without being conscious of my own overt gesture."
"OHOOOOO . . . !," I cried. "OHOOOOO . . .!"
"Watch her go--Luke . . . !," Paul gasped, punching his buddy. "She's gonna turn ON . . .!"
"I became conscious of my own consent. I pushed Hank's buttocks and groaned as his BALLS struck against my ass. Hank drove his tongue deep into my mouth."
"I ran my fingers wildly through his hair . . . ," Gloria muttered. "I don't know why I allowed myself to be pleased--but the youth in those faded jeans with that virile penis was bringing me more pleasure than my own husband!"
"I'm glad you dig it, baby . . . ," Hank muttered. "I'm glad you want to share it too. I hate the thoughts of really RAPING a woman against her will. I've forced a few, I admit, but I've never once had a dame remain COLD throughout the whole thing!"
"Finish her off, dammit . . . !," Lucas shouted. "I want a crack at that damned pretty ASS!"
"I clung to Hank. I felt some degree of response . . . ," Gloria admitted. "He knew how to please a woman and to arouse her so that she enjoyed her part in the act too! I responded to the long hard strokes of his virile manhood. I pumped upward, grabbing his COCK with my cunt."
"Take it easy, babe . . . ," Hank muttered. "Or you'll make me come too quick! Don't grab me like that ... it makes me want to burst my BALLS!"
"I lay beneath the tall muscular youth. I pushed downward on his fiery buttocks. I completely forgot about my husband. I forgot that there were also two more boys waiting in line to approach me with their swollen sexes."
"Hank kissed me hard. He had very sweet lips. His beard was rough but I paid little mind to it. I knew that my own orgasm was near. I knew from the lusty way he was moving inside that he couldn't hold off much longer. More than anything else in the world I wanted us to climax together. As Hank pounded into me I whispered to him that he could come back but I asked him to get rid of his buddies."
"Sure thing, SUGAR . . . !," Hank muttered. "Just leave your back window open some night."
"I admit it. ..," Gloria confessed. "I've cheated on my husband before. I'm a very passionate woman, doctor. Curtis likes sex. He makes me have an orgasm almost every day. But sometimes I still feel that I've missed something. I had an affair with my girlfriend's husband one time for two years until we left town. I realized as I lay under the passionate youth that Hank was the answer to my prayers. I realized that our rural location was perfect. No neighbors to pry and ask curious questions."
"Hold on . . . baby . . . ," Hank gasped. "HOLD TIGHT and don't let go!"
"It happened like an explosion . . . !," Gloria blushed. "Just like I wanted it to. I felt my own body go through violent muscular spasms resulting in my sudden orgasm. Hank's flesh went rigid. I felt his SEX CREAM pouring into me."
"There's no saving it now . . . ," Hank whispered. "The damage has been done. The gun went off. I hope you enjoyed it."
"I lay there feeling frightened once Hank moved away. Lucas unzipped his fly and stared at my sex. I watched him get out of his jeans and his jocks. His genital hair was reddish-brown. He had the tattoo of a naked woman on his abdomen. I was frightened as he approached me."
"I want you to SUCK ME OFF, first . . . !," Lucas scowled, standing spread-legged in front of me.
"I trembled on the edge of the couch Gloria gasped. "Nothing about Lucas turned me on. In fact I found him repulsive. I'd do 'down' on my husband now and then because he really went crazy when I ate him . . . but that's only because I genuinely love Curt. I felt no love for that mixed-up youth. My eyes pleaded with Hank to find some escape for me. Hank motioned for me to comply."
"NOOOO . . . ! NOOOO ... you beast . . . !"
"Lucas grabbed my locks of long soft blond hair. He pulled me to the floor jerking me about like a mop. Hank placed a restraining arm on his shoulder."
"Have your fun, Lucas, baby . . . ," Hank growled. "But don't get so brutal about it. Remember--she's a lady!"
"EAT ME you mother-fucker . . . !," Lucas ordered. "EAT MY NUTS FIRST! And then my joint. And don't you dare bite my bag!"
"I felt my stomach do a series of flip flops as I crawled on my knees towards him. Lucas still held my hair. He lifted his PRICK so that I could stare at the swollen testicles underneath. Lucas spread his skinny legs wide and motioned for me to become his tongue-servant!"
"EAT MY NUTS--baby!"
"Please . . . nooooo!," I pleaded. "NOOO . . .!"
"EAT ME ... ! EAT ME NOW . . . !," Lucas swore.
"I moved my face beneath Lucas's thighs. Lucas moved forward mashing his abdomen down against my face. I fondled his testicles and caressed him with my hands. I manipulated his NUTS a few minutes to get the feel of them. I'd never sucked a man's NUTS before. Curtis had always been satisfied with me just chewing his joint!"
"Don't bite, baby . . . !," Lucas muttered, "cause if you do you'll be bald!"
"Lucas held a thick piece of my hair. I moved under his PENIS. I stuck first one nut and then the other into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue. I lashed first one testicle and then the other. I sucked the right one into my mouth."
"Now . . . suck gently, baby . . . !," Lucas ordered. "Move your tongue around the sides. Suck all over! Suck it like it was a strawberry!"
"Nothing about the youth's foul-smelling testicles reminded me of strawberries. I was having a time not showing my revulsion. I didn't want to get sick or anything like that. I knew Lucas would enjoy my nausea too much. I blocked out the bold reality from my mind and chewed his crotch. Lucas ordered me to move a finger into his ass!"
"OHOOOOOO . . . !," Lucas groaned. "Feels so . . . oooooo good, baby!"
"I was chewing on that boy's nuts and moving my finger in and out his ass at the same time. I was not enjoying a single moment of my humiliation. Hank flopped on the couch, and noticed some of the dirt off his boots all over the floor. He went into the kitchen and returned with a broom and dust pan."
"OKEY ... kid ... you can SUCK MY PRICK, now . . . !," Lucas grinned. "Hurry up . . . you got me hot . . . now SUCK ME OFF!"
"I moved my mouth over the head of his fiery organ. I held it between my teeth. I lashed my tongue up and down the veined underside. Lucas became more swollen in my mouth. His penis was long and slim. When he began pumping in and out I got the impression that my mouth was being used as a cunt substitute."
"OHOOOOO . . . nooooo . . . !," I gagged.
"Lucas went crazy moving his FAT PRICK in and out of my mouth. His strokes were long and firm, penetrating the very depths of my throat. Lucas moved his fingers together behind the back of my neck. He began moving his cock in hard circular motions just like he was fucking a pussy."
"If she had a beard . . . ," Lucas laughed, "she'd feel like a gawd-damned cunt. Suck harder, babe! You'll get your fat reward any minute now!"
"I was praying it would soon be over with ...," Gloria cried. "I didn't feel much response at first to his pumping motions. Little did I know that Paul had more ghastly plans in store for me. All of a sudden I felt my own response as he fired me to a strong oral lust. I dug my fingernails into his buttocks as his body went stiff. I felt that sex cream pouring down my throat. I swallowed it without gagging. My husband always grabs a hankie at that crucial moment to save me the humiliation of swallowing his load."
"Lucas roared when he pulled his PRICK out of my mouth . . . ," Gloria nodded. "He giggled about the JUICE dribbling down my chin. He pulled my hair back and forced me to meet his gaze like some Amazon granting life to a conquered victim."
"My turn now, baby . . . !," Paul smiled, rubbing his smooth chin. "My turn to show you something new in the world of exotic pleasure and passion. Get down on all fours . . . let's do it like two DOGS!"
"I was really frightened when Paul approached me, kicked me in the stomach and brought me to a position where I was laying breathless on the carpet. I looked at his dirty boots and glanced up in time to see him unleashing his angry sex."
"On all fours, baby . .. !," Paul giggled. "You're going to do it doggie-fashioned. Haven't you and your old man tried it that way?"
"NOOOOO . . . !," I gasped. "I thought he meant to go up my ass. I screamed. Lucas and Paul pulled me down on all fours. They slapped my buttocks until I sobbed. Then Paul moved in from behind, holding his gargantuan PENIS between firm fingers as he approached me. I felt him make a rough jab between my buttocks. His target, I learned, was the rear entry into my cunt and not into my ass. I felt a sense of relief."
"OHOOOOOOO . . . !"
"Paul clung to my hips while he guided his cock to the back of my vagina. Once he achieved entry from the rear he clung to my hips with both hands. He was on his knees, moving forward, pushing his penis into me from behind. I felt humiliated. I was thankful too that I would not have to look at his ugly face. Hank sat on the edge of the couch watching my expression with open amusement."
"We're not going to hurt you, baby . . . ," Hank muttered, touching my chin. "But damn, baby, we get bored living in the sticks. We gotta do something to liven this hick town up. Hope you don't mind. You'll be none the worse though when we leave. All the dames around here look corn-fed. You're really pretty. But right now, from the back, you look like anyone else!"
"Paul pumped hard into my vagina. Though he didn't go too deep he fired me with sudden and unexpected desire. I was even more shocked when he jerked his penis out and shot it against my ASS-HOLE!!"
"OWWWWWWW . . . NOOOOOOOO . . .I screamed, as Paul tried to make rectal contact. "NOOOOOO . . . not that way . . . please ... no ... no ... no ... no!"
"I'm going to double-hole you . . . ," Paul giggled.
"Lucas came in from the kitchen holding a dish of butter. Paul grabbed a chunk of the yellow substance. He reamed it into my ass. Then he shot his firm penis into my greasy ass. This time he had no trouble making the right contact. My tight sphincter spread wide to admit him. His cock head slid in like a greased pig. My sphincter closed down over the bulbous head and held it captive. Paul rested."
"I'm in your ASS now, baby . . .," Paul smiled. "Now to FUCK IT!"
"No man's ever been up my ass before. I remember once a doctor stuck a thermometer up there and fingered me after. I remember slight sensations of pleasure. But at that very moment I was terrified beyond belief."
"OHOOOO . . . NOOOO!," I gasped. "OHOOO!"
"Yes . . . baby . . . yes . . . ," Paul chuckled. "A gal's ass is so damned tight it grabs your prick and holds it. I love to go up a girl's ass. I like to feel myself wedged tight against her butt. I know I can't get you pregnant now. My best girl's in college but when she comes home we do it this way. Both of us know we're safe. It's great that there's more than one way that a guy can take a woman!"
"At first it hurt like HELL . . . !," Gloria admitted. "I mean . . . each stroke felt like someone was ramming a knife in back there and twisting it around. Then as my ass got more lubricated Paul moved in and out more easily. It began to feel almost pleasurable after the first few moments."
"Continue . . ."
"Paul was ass-fucking me with this crazy rhythm that was turning me on. Hank watched my face cautiously. He seemed jealous when he saw that I wasn't objecting as violently. Paul clung to my hips. When he achieved complete penetration he moved his fingers to my vagina and began slowly finger-frigging me!"
"Like it--honey . . . ?," Paul questioned. "Like a guy to screw your ASS and rub your button at the same time?"
"OHOOOOO . . .!," I groaned.
"Paul located my clitoris and moved his finger wildly about, making it stand out and grow fiery red. My clitty began to swell. It began to distend. Paul laughed about it standing out like a miniature penis."
"Her pussy-prick's beginning to grow . . . ," Paul teased. "Her thing's standing out all fiery and red. Why don't one of you guys get under her while I ream out her ASS!"
"Hank moved under me. He propped himself up on his elbows. First he began sucking my tits. They hung down so that he didn't have to strain much to reach them. Hank embraced first one breast and then the other with his mouth. His fiery tongue lashed each nipple until it stood out. Hank moved further back under me. Paul made Luke bring some couch cushions to put under Hank's head so he could EAT ME without straining himself."
"Go on . . ."
"You can't imagine how I felt . . . ," Gloria gasped. "I was down on hands and knees like a dog. Paul had his fiery penis stuck in my ass. Hank had slid in under me, laying on his back. He was wildly sucking my tits. Once the cushions were in place he moved back towards my CUNT!"
"Honey--gal, wanna suck his PETER . . . ?," Lucas inquired, laughing. "Just move your lips down a little. I'll unzip the barn door and his big horse will jump up out at you! You can make it a wild mouth and prick orgy!"
"Lucas was right. My face was right over Hank's crotch. I turned on to Hank for some reason. I wouldn't mind sucking his joint. I wouldn't mind swallowing his load. Lucas unzipped Hank's pants. He hauled out his fleshy PINK MEAT! Lucas masturbated Hank until he achieved a momentous erection. I felt Hank clamp his lips around my clitty. He began sucking wildly. I responded wildly to the sensations of pleasure that were out of this world. I bent my head downward. My lips embraced Hank's stiff organ. I moved my tongue down the front of his shaft."
"I felt Hank go WILD under me. It was a groovy sensation to have one prick moving in your ass and one in your mouth and a guy under you sucking your cunt. I fellated that aroused PENIS. If I hadn't been so excited I never would have acted so BRAZEN! I think it was best that I joined them and didn't fight."
"Go on . . ."
"It didn't take long for Hank to have another orgasm with me sucking on his JOINT. Hank had a fiery orgasm in my mouth. Some of it dripped back on his jeans. I sucked him when he went soft and by the time he had me screaming out with my own PASSION I had him right at his second orgasm. Paul's body stiffened. He shot his sex-cream into my ass-hole. Paul remained in there a long while after. He finally pulled out without being able to achieve another erection."
"We better bug off you guys . . . !," Lucas scowled. "Her old man should be home any time. She'll have to clean up, douche and powder for him. Let's leave now and be safe. Lady--I hope you won't mention this indiscretion to your old man. If you want to know the truth I think he's been having an affair with Laura Shanks, the young woman who works in the store. You got a right to have your fun too!"
"I was very upset when those boys left me. I heard their bikes start up some distance away. I rushed to the shower. I hurried to clean up. I didn't want my husband to know what happened. But the horrible GUILT clung to me even after I had scrubbed off the dirt. I felt guilty because I had also enjoyed my own orgasmic response. I wondered if my husband did have affairs with other women. I had been unfaithful on occasion. But I had never taken any of my side-affairs seriously. They had always been a diversion . . . a quick casual fuck that held little emotional significance."
"Go on . . ."
"Hank returned the following week .. .," Gloria confessed, sheepishly. "He came around about seven in the evening, and alone, while my husband was at work. Hank apologized and told me the other boys would never bother me again. He told me he enjoyed me so much that he had come back. His face was clean shaven. He wore new jeans. He looked handsome under the kitchen light with his brown eyes dancing with fire. Hank moved his hand behind my waist. He pulled me against him, standing in the doorway. I pushed the door closed. I locked it!"
"You might as well stay a while, Hank I whispered, as I felt the bold pressure of his penis against my dress. "I don't really want you to leave. It does get very LONESOME sometimes! Only don't ever bring those other guys around again. I don't want to involve the police. I didn't mind when you did it to me. But I don't like your companions!"
"They won't bother you again . . . ," Hank promised, sliding his fingers down inside the nylon waist-band of my panties. "They're kind of shook up after what they did. We got some high powered drugs that night that made us feel like doing something wild. We got to talking about how pretty you was, and how your old man left you alone at night. Well, baby, one thing led to another. We saw your window open. We forced our way in. We figured you'd be too scared to tell the FUZZ! I mean--it's a small town and a thing like that would make a big stink. You'd be the talk of the neighborhood. A few might even believe you enticed us. You know ... ? A respectable woman can't afford that kind of talk. So we decided it was pretty safe to RAPE you. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. Only I didn't count on liking you so much."
"I found myself slipping into Hank's arms. I let him guide me into the living room. Hank undressed me slowly and tenderly, like an artist unveiling a statue."
"You've got a lovely body, baby . . . ," Hank whispered, burying his mouth against one breast.
"I ran one hand through Hank's hair as he mouthed one tit and then the other. He made my tits stick out like ripe chestnuts. He lashed his tongue back and forth over them while he pulled the rest of my clothes off. We stood proudly in the living room while Hank removed his pants and jock shorts. He was nude in no time."
"Hank got down on his knees on the floor. He pressed his fiery mouth against my sex. He darted his tongue between my pubic lips. He held them apart with his finger. He licked his tongue back and forth over my clitoris, exciting me to a new pitch of desire. While I was clinging to him, desperate with desire, he lowered me down on the couch."
"OH . . . HANK . . .!," I gasped. "FUCK ME . . . oh . . . fuck me . . . hard!"
"Hank moved on top of me pressing our naked sexes together. I clung to him screaming wildly as I tossed my head from side to side. Hank wore a checkered flannel shirt. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders. I went wild beneath him. I reached down to draw his HARD PENIS into my moist cunt. I rose to meet his fiery thrusts."
"Hold on . . . kid . . . ," Hank laughed. "Take it easy . . .!"
"I was too aroused to be calm . . . ," Gloria muttered. "My husband had been tired most of the week. I hadn't been as satisfied sexually as usual.
Hank received the full strength of my unquenched passion."
"OHOOOOO . . . baby . . . you're hotter than the last time!"
"I mashed down on his muscular buttocks. I pushed him deeper, feeling the full penetration of his penis inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his. I met him thrust for thrust."
"Baby . . . you sure know how to fuck . . . !," Hank rasped, kissing my lips. "But you're going to pop me off in no time!"
"We both had a wild orgasm in the next few minutes . . . ," Gloria confessed. "When his cock went limp I pushed the handsome youth down on the couch. I moved down between his legs. I embraced his flaccid sex with an eager tongue. I paused to move towards his NUTS. I took first one globe and then the other into my mouth. I savored it with my mouth and tongue, and it became stiffly erect."
"OHOOOO . . . Hank . . . !," I gasped. "FUCK ME . . . OH . . . FUCK ME HARD!"
"That youth exploded for the second time. He deliberately held back his climax after mounting me until he made me have multiple orgasms. I met his thrusts with my own wet response. We clung to each other desperately. After Hank climaxed he whispered soft words of love to me. Hank moved his mouth towards my moist sex. He gently licked my cunt and lowered his penis between my wet lips."
"Continue . . ."
"Hank and I made love every way we could . . . ," Gloria admitted. "He even took me from the ASS that night. He showed me how wonderful anal sex could be. It couldn't have surprised me more but I actually fell for the kid. No fooling. Hank was coming to the house more than twice a week. The fire never went out of our passion. Hank admitted he loved me. But I was so much older. I loved him for his youthful vitality. But I didn't want rid of my husband. I just needed a little additional sex on the side. Those wild rural rapists made me very conscious of that need."
"One time my husband came home early when Hank and I were upstairs in bed. Hank dressed and ran out the back stairs while I wiped his come from my thighs and put on my robe. I gave my husband some excuse about not feeling well. But I think he noticed how wet I was that night when he entered me."
"Go on . . ."
"I grew afraid of discovery. I tried to tell Hank we had to end it. He was more than reluctant. Then we decided to meet at the foot of the mountain during the day while my husband was at work. I bring lunch and we lay on Hank's blanket. We make abandoned love for hours. We swim naked in a nearby creek. We even fuck under water. I feel so young and wonderful when we're together like that. But I feel so desperately guilty too. My husband makes a good home for me. I want to be faithful. I need to get rid of some of the guilt. I disliked the other boys who raped me but I had this terrific response to Hank. Am I just a silly old woman going through second childhood or could this really be love?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT: Many women are not shocked or offended by an act of forced rape. Many find they enjoy brutal and lusty treatment and even welcome a lust attack. While Gloria did nothing to solicit the rape incident she did not find herself averse to continuing a sexual relationship with one of the youths involved. Because of strong guilt feeling Gloria later consulted with me about this problem.
Gloria confessed that she got bored and lonely during the day. That she indeed responded to some of the acts the youths forced her to perform. She also admits that she could not bring herself to tell her husband of the event, nor could she reveal the occurrence to the police. Perhaps Gloria feared she might be held guilty for her own act of consent.
Psychiatrists and law enforcement officials know that many reported incidents of rape were actually solicited by the victim. Although Gloria did not invite the youths in she did respond to their techniques and rape attempts. For this reason she may have been hesitant about reporting this incident to the proper authorities.
As author L. T. Woodward states in SADISM ... , "Rape is a complex subject, and probably the most complex part of it concerns not the rapist but his victim. It is well-known among lawyers, jurists, and medical men that true rape--the forcible compulsion of an adult female to participate in sexual intercourse--is an extremely rare occurrence. Almost invariably there has to be some degree of willingness on the part of the victim."
Gloria admits there are many reasons why she did not phone the police.
Gloria recalls that as a child her best friend claimed to have been raped by an older youth. This led to a lengthy investigation during which it was discovered that the girl had sufficiently enticed the youth so that the outcome implicated her as well.
Gloria admits to having had extra-marital affairs in the past. Since the other two youths have never bothered her again Gloria sees no reason for reporting the incident. She admits she is more than fond of Hank. Her problem is that she feels very guilty and suspicious that her husband may catch her.
I suggested further analysis to discover the extent of guilt. Hopefully Gloria may find the strength to end this affair before it ruins her marriage. Thus we can see that some victims of a rape incident hesitate to report it because, even though they were overpowered, they achieved some degree of pleasure from the act.
CONCLUSION
Any rape event holds serious psychological consequences for the victim. However being overpowered by a group of teenage rapists and GANG BANGED may leave even more unforgettable emotional scars. In many cases the sexual practices one is forced to perform are both deviate and scatological. Often the rape leaves more emotional scars than physical ones. Often, after an incident of GANG RAPE, the victim seeks psychiatric help to overcome strong feelings of guilt and humiliation.
Rape among teenagers is becoming an increasing problem. Authorities note that over 25% of all rapes are committed by teenagers. What is so shocking and statistically important is that these rapes are being performed by groups of mentally thwarted and psychologically unbalanced teenagers who may be seeking a new sex 'thrill' or gaining a kind of psychological revenge against nameless victims.
Many rapists remain free in our society because the victims will not report them for fear of the adverse publicity that such an accusation would cause. Few women would care to publicly admit, even before a police officer, that they were forced to perform vile and filthy acts. For this very reason many rapists, even teenagers, are never prosecuted.
Society is to blame for not reporting such crimes when they are committed. Society is to blame for the fact that convicted rapists do not receive any adequate psychiatric help while serving their prison sentence.
As author L. T. Woodward notes in SADISM "The tragedy of our customary punishment for rape--jail--is that it does not recognize the fact that rape is almost invariably the result of a powerful neurotic drive. For every rapist of subnormal intelligence who overpowers a woman 'just for kicks' there are dozens who are driven to their terrible deed by inner furies. Putting such men in jail does not settle the conflicts within them. And so, of all sex offenders, rapists generally have the highest incidence of repeat offenses. As soon as they are released they revert to their old pattern of seeking to "punish" women by inflicting sex on them."
Until society realizes that the rapist, the GANG BANG enthusiast is a mentally and emotionally sick person who needs help it will do little good to merely take the rapist off the streets and imprison him.
In SADISM L. T. Woodward observes "The answer to rape is psychiatric care. It is no panacea, it will not automatically turn every rapist into a useful law-abiding citizen. But it is at least a beginning to a solution, whereas jail alone without therapy solves nothing at all. Locking a rapist away to rot behind bars is just sweeping the problem under the carpet. Therapy allows some hope."
Teenage rapists are emotionally sick individuals. They are more in need of psychiatric counseling than a prison term. But until society realizes this and provides this needed service it is most likely that teenage rapists may someday develop into adult sexual offenders who may become so set in their ways that even psychiatry will offer little help.
Although the majority of rape victims hesitate to inform upon their attackers many arrests are being made. The rapist who strikes out once will do so again. He will not always escape undetected. Unfortunately, while the rapist may escape with a light prison term the victim often undergoes psychological torment and mental anguish for the rest of his life. Just because the rapist does not leave any physical scars psychiatrists and psychologists can verify from their own work with rape victims that the mental scars run deeper and are much more difficult to heal.
GANG BANG RAPE is becoming an increasingly popular sport among today's youth. Statistics prove that each year more and more teenagers express themselves sexually through a form of violence that physically shocks and psychologically damages their victims.
Because of the increasing popularity of GANG BANGING the reader should be informed and made aware of this problem. Teenagers are not only becoming more promiscuous--they are becoming more DEVIATE. It is up to society to find the solution to this growing problem.
This volume has been an attempt to explore teenage GANG BANGING in depth with the hopes that future victims may take warning and that society may seek a solution through the wider use of psychiatry along with the traditional methods of penal punishment.
