These cases deal with abused teenaged girls, most of them being ill-treated by their own parents. Usually, the offender is a father or brother, and once in awhile, a mother participates in the inverted festivities of brutality!
These cases were selected from a folder of over a hundred cases, because they serve to best illustrate the trauma and negativity, that is resident in serious maltreatment of young girls.
We have the case of Tristine V. who, raped by her brother, finds herself to be a slave, who is made accessable not only to her demanding tyrant of a brother, but to his young friends as well.
Or take Andrea, who, after her father catches her mother with another woman, becomes the tool of revenge. The father knows that his best way of hurting the wife that hurt him, is to tie her up and make her watch her daughter being raped. Andrea's suffering is almost beside the point in this egocentric tale.
Then we have Joan, the sexy tall girl with the big breasts men couldn't keep their hands off. Joan was so hostile to men, after her constant abuse at the hands of her brother and father, that I had to use a telepathic drug, just to effectively scan her thoughts.
Then, we have Laura, or Laura Ann, the country child of only fifteen. In her Missisissippi community, a girl becomes a woman when her breasts begin to invite the eye, when her hips round, and that can be very young.
Next we have Ellie V. Ellie finds, with her brother, that her parents, who are both respectable citizens, are into S and M. She also finds that there must be an attraction to the arts of dark desire in the blood.
CASE HISTORY ONE Subject: Tristine V. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
I found this young brunette waiting by my office one morning, asking for an emergency appointment as though I were a dentist. The girl looked seriously troubled, and since I know that times of great stress are often times that let the truth out, I had my schedule book arranged so that I would have time for this anxious young beauty.
Let me start by saying that Tristine is indeed, quite beautiful, and that gaining the attention of men are the least of her problems.
What was bothering her that day, and what she began to tell me, in painful detail, was the situation that she was living under.
Her parents split up, just recently, and she found herself at the mercy of a machismo brother, and lush father. Her case, in her own words, reveals the tragedies that can develop when a young child is left in irresponsible, lusting hands.
Her dark hair falling around her face, black eyes, glittering sparkles of light, moist with tears, her full lips pouting, she told me her story.
I'm sorry I'm crying, Doc, but I'll be alright in a moment. I'm sorry to break in oh your appointments like this, but I just feel so hysterical I might do anything. I guess this's happened to you before, this kind of thing. Doc, that's what you get! I'm sorry, really. At least it'll all come out now, if I can just organize it.
I'll just start from the beginning. That's the best way to play it, when you're in the shape I'm in. Maybe I can keep it in order for us. It all started when my parents split up, and that was just six months ago. Well, that was a little hard to swallow, because as far as I knew, they you know, and I had a bad case of the cramps.
Just then, my Mom came into the room.
My Mom is a good looking woman, in fact, she is a regular sex-pot. I forgot to tell you that she married Dad because she was pregnant with me, and she was only fifteen at the time. That made her only twenty one at the time that I was sick.
My Mom is a tall, raven haired woman. She has the biggest pair of tits that I ever saw on anyone, and I don't mind telling you that I liked to look at them, even though she was my mother. She was very pretty, and she had long legs. She likes to walk around the house naked, you know, and she always walks in a way that makes her giant tits bounce. Sometimes when she is in a loving mood she smashes my face right into them.
Anyway, I was about six years old, and my Dad was away on a business trip. I was in terrible pain, and I just kept moaning and twisting. My Mom came into the room stark naked, and she placed her hand on my little rump and asked me what was the matter.
"I'm sick, Mom. Real sick. I don't know what in hell is wrong with me."
"You shouldn't use bad language, Hermann, but mother forgives you. Tell me where it hurts.."
her bags, and Dan was a little lushed and probably thought she was only bluffing him. She hasn't been back since.
We got a postcard a few days later. Mexico. The divorce followed, so I guess she wasn't bluffing. Dan was really pissed, but he took it out in lush and left me alone.
I go to high school, and that's why it's important to live at home. I mean, who's going to support me if I don't? Ever try to get a job for after school, Doc? It's sticky, at best. The way the scene is working, I'm stuck, just like I was stuck then. Mother should have taken me with her, but I guess she had her own weights to wear!
So. I was stuck in that house with the two of them, and I can see that John is giving me that cocky eye of his, but I want to tell him to fuck-off.
I knew my best bet with John was to play it cool and look busy, try and avoid him. He's a hit with ladies, and I don't know why. He's the kind of jerk, that if a chick doesn't dig him, it means she's a lesbian. You know the type, always combing his hair and flexing in a white cotton undershirt. He sat through 'Streetcar' more times than any other human.
So John is stalking me around the house as soon as my mother leaves, and there is no one but old spaced-out, simple Dan, juiced to the wall on his lush, to keep the jerk away.
Well, Dan doesn't bother, to say the least, but that's only how it starts. I said I was going to take it from the top, Doc, so here's the top!
One night, I get home from a girlfriend's where I was doing my homework with her and two boys, and I get to my room fit to drop on the pillow and doze right along out.
I see something lurking on my bed before I even put the light on, but for some reason, I didn't scream. I had an idea it was John, and that I'd just be able to talk him into going back to his own room.
He'd been grabbing my tits, a lot lately, and even putting his hand on my crotch, but I thought I still had some control.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, looking straight at him.
He was in his underwear, all white cotton, like big bandages! He looked at me, just as dead-in-the-eye!
"C'mere, Sis!"
"Your ass!!" I hissed.
"No, your ass!"
At that he jumps up and pulls me onto the bed. Well, I start screaming. I can hear Dan in his bedroom, and I just figured John would stop.
(Note-the paperback seems to have a page in the wrong place here - or perhaps a page from another book got mixed in somehow.) It was then that I noticed that she was beginning to squeeze the big rubber bag that was attached to the tube. She began to squirt the stuff into my ass, and my muscles contracted in pain as she poured it on.
I didn' know what it was, but it felt warm and sticky, and she put so much in that I thought I was going to burst. My cramps were a thing of the past, replaced with the terrible pain of the enema.
"EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" I lowed like a cow.
"Make believe it feels good," said Mom. "I'll stop as soon as I have filled you up with a quart ." she said.
"Nooooooo!!!" I shrieked. I can't take anymore, my belly will break open!" I panicked.
Mom didn't heed me at all. Soon she had squirted all of the terrible enema right into my ass. She withdrew the nozzle, and little droplets of the fluid were dripping out of my ass. My stomach was all big and distended, and I felt like I was going to die.
Little did I know that my terrible ordeal was only just begun.
Mom was still atop of me, naked. She had turned on the television set and was watching the screeen with interest. There was nothing good on anyway.
I knew that I couldn't hold in the fluid any was by reaching under my blouse or something. Now, he's got my tits in his hands, and I can see he's loving them.
He had me scared, and I didn't even try to yell, as he closed his legs around my head and told me I better kiss his cock.
"Give it a French kiss!"
"I will not!"
He slapped me, right across the face, and this time it really hurt, and I knew he was out of his mind, and might really hurt me.
I started to think in terms of getting out of the room without taking a heavy beating, so I kissed his cock, but on the side. That is, not near the tip, which was sticky with lube already.
Well, that wasn't nearly what he had in mind, and next thing I know, he's got me by the head, his hands on my cheeks, and he's forcing my mouth to take his whole shaft in. He sure has a big cock, and I never got into cocksucking anyway, but I knew I'd better be good. When you've seen John go crazy once, you don't want to see it again, if possible.
I just pretended he wasn't my brother, that time, and it wasn't all that hard once I got into it. He wasn't bad either. As I was sucking him, he put his hand in my crotch, and I was amazed how much he knew about taking care of a girl's genitals. I mean, a lot of boys John's age don't know about the clitoris, and various other little secret devices that make girls creatures of such deep mystery they never get it together, but John found the spot in a flash, and he was really working me over as I sucked his cock.
Now, when I say working me over, I mean that his fingers were in my pussy, anus, and working up my clitoris, all at the same time! Pretty wild, Doc? That got me cocksucking pretty quick.
He put his hand under my chin and wiped my hair back, telling me he wanted to see my pretty face while I sucked him.
That was strange to hear coming from him. I mean, he never told me I was pretty, or anything like that. Usually, he told me what an evil bitch I was, and how he wanted to jerk-off all over me.
The sheets were getting wet, we were working so hard. We were both really getting into a sweat.
I could feel my lips sliding on and off his cock so quickly I thought my jaw would explode, and he's got one hand on my pussy, and with the other, he's pinching my nipples.
"Suck it down, Tristine!"
I looked up to see his dark eyes on me.
I closed my eyes and felt dreamy. His hand was a real inspiration, stroking up my pussy the way it was.
"Tristine, I love the way your lips look against my cock. Stretch your mouth, baby, and take in that whole shaft!"
He was moaning, whimpering, his body dancing as he watched me slide on and off his fat staff!
"Baby, are you ever going to get a taste of it!"
I knew exactly what he meant, and he sounded like he meant it to happen quickly, so I tried to get his cock out of my mouth, but that didn't exactly do what I thought it would do.
As I popped his cock out of my mouth, he started to come, and because I'd disturbed his penetration, he started pumping that stuff all over my face and hair, all over my neck and breasts.
He had his cock firmly in his fist, and was letting the hot sauce come out slow, prolonging his pleasure.
Before I knew it, he had me by the neck again, lips to his shooting cock, and I was swallowing the last few drops as they shot into my mouth. Bittersweet, and thick! I was afraid to spit it out, and I'd already swallowed a few drops anyway, so when he had one final jet of thick come, I swallowed that down also.
"That was sweet, Tristine," he said, patting me on my brow.
I was sweating, and I just realized how cold it was in that room. I got the shivers, and he pulled me under the covers, with him, tucking us both in.
I was sobbing, but when he went to comfort me, I wouldn't let him, and this got him mad as hell.
He stormed out, leaving me just like that, with the taste of his come in my mouth.
The next day, I didn't come down to breakfast, and went straight to school. I just could not face that rowdy brother of mine, let alone my drunk father, who was in the next bedroom all the time, and either didn't hear, or didn't give a good crap, about what was happening right in the next room.
Let me tell you, Doc! I didn't know how to play it that first time. I just went to school, but I couldn't concentrate. I was really slopping around, not collected at all in my thinking, and kind of like I was when you pulled up this morning, although I might have looked like I was more together. It was all show. I was really confused.
I started.
"Vodka and orange juice?"
"Why certainly. You are too young to know it, but a person can get drunk up the ass as well as through the mouth. Perhaps when you are a little older, mother will start you off with some beer," she explained.
"Okay," I said.
I went to the cooler and returned with a small chilled container of orange juice. Next I went to the liquor cabinet, and took out a large bottle of Vodka. It was a store bought brand, but it seemed okay.
I didn't, really know how much Vodka to use, but mother was busy playing with herself, so I didn't disturb her. I figured that about half of the bottle would be okay, and then I poured in a glass of the juice.
The bag filled up like a rubber balloon and little drops of the liquid dribbled out of it. The tube was still covered with droplets of my own fecal matter.
I took the filled bag to Mom. She was in the tub, and she was rubbing her red pussy with her fingers. I really didn't know what she was up to, but I figured that I had better keep my mouth shut. After all, she was still my mother, and a mother deserved some respect.
When she saw me standing there with the enema bag, she smiled at me and beckoned for "This is really hot stuff!"
This happened, like I'm saying, with Dan just sitting there into his lush. Well, I expected Dan to at least give him a token yell! You know, even if the old man doesn't give a shit, he could appear to, and maybe cool things out, but I didn't know Dan that well then, if I thought he was going to do that.
Instead, he poured himself a drink and watched as John wrestled with me in the chair, putting his hands under my blouse and squeezing my tits, putting his fucking hand right down in my crotch, and telling me to stop fighting him.
I looked at Dan, and Dan looked at me, but our eyes didn't meet. He was staring at the tops of my breasts, which John had made visible by ripping at my blouse. I was really pissed.
"You going to just watch?" I yelled at him.
That was a mistake, but like I was saying, I didn't know my father very well back then.
Dan got up, but John didn't get scared, or even slow down. Dan was walking towards us, but he was so drunk he stumbled over and never quite made it. He just moved onto the rug and made himself comfortable like a bum sleeping on church steps. While this is happening, John is clawing at me, and he's got me down to my bra and panties, my clothes all over the room.
I was fighting, him. Really. I just wanted to be left alone. He let me get away, but only so that I could run up the stairs and try to make it to my room. That saved him from having to carry me up, I guess!
I was pretty naive then, and I didn't know that he was getting kicks out of the terror he was putting me through.
Well, I made it to my room with him hot on my tail, and before I could close the door, his big boot was inside.
I tried to fight with him at the door, but he is so strong! He got in, and the first thing he does is rip my bra off.
When my freed breasts popped into the room, he dove on them and covered them with his lips, pushing them together and alternating, sucking one little nipple for awhile, and then the other.
While this was gong on, his hand went down to my bush, and he did stir me up, 111 give him that.
"John, please don't!
"I want your cunt this time, Tristine!" "John! You're my own brother!"
INTERVIEW TWO
The boy was shaking, probably from his beating and his lack of food. I told him that my time was limited, and that if he wasn't so crazy, he wouldn't have to be here. He took his fate like a man, I must admit.
He watched as I again flicked on the recorder, and I handed him the microphone. He began to speak once more, taking up where he had left off.
Oh, yes, doctor, I was sucking on my mother's ass. At first it didn't taste so good, but then I began to get used to the fact that 1 would have to eat her all day.
The shitty taste started to get a little more pleasant, and then I actually began to enjoy the sensation of sucking and eating her big wet ass. The fleshy cheeks of the ass pressed against my face, and I felt warm and safe. It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to me. Before that, I had really not gotten along very well with my mother, but now I felt as if she had accepted me totally, if you know what I mean. Maybe you don't, but who cares anyway.
The next thing you know, my mother's ass was all wet and slick, and she was dripping with saliva from the heavy ass kissing I had "Stop fighting me, Tristine. You're going to get it anyway!"
"I don't want it from you, John! I like to pick who I want it from! Can't you get anybody else to fuck you?"
"I want YOU!!!!"
He really screamed, and that got me scared, so I just froze up.
My pussy was getting wet from his cock poking around my clitoris, and it was easy enough to just reach down and guide him in. I figured he'd get in anyway, and this way, at least I could feel the penetration.
At that point, I decided that it was too late to do anything but lie back and enjoy a heavy fuck.
John entered my cunt violently, and the next thing I know, his hands are on the balls of my buttocks, pushing me up to his driving cock!
I swear, Doc, he was so good I just closed my eyes and forgot he was my brother, and it turned into a great fuck.
"I love those tits. I've been looking at those tits for a fucking year!" he moaned, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. He had me in such a way, that my breasts were jutting up to meet his mouth, and he was sucking at my nipples.
"Oh, that feels good!" I confessed.
That was all he had to hear. As soon as he sensed that I was digging on it, he really put his mojo into high-gear.
He got up on his expanded arms, looking down at me, and he gave me the fucking of my life, his belly slapping hard against mine on each powerful stroke.
"Oh, I'm going to come!" I moaned, truly out of control.
A shiver of sexual pleasure passed through my body, and then I felt my spine tense, in anticipation of orgasm.
"John, I'm coming!"
"Come, bitch! I love that tight cunt around my cock. Fits snug!"
I came, and my contracting pussy set his twitching cock off. He started to come, pushing down on me, lifting the balls of my ass to meet and match his driving cock.
"I'm coming, Sis!"
He was a mass of veins and sweat, and his whole body was jerking, as he bunched my bosoms into one hand and watched me finish coming, his own hot sauce filling up my pussy like sweet cream.
"You can really suck it in with that tight twat, bitch!" he moaned.
I started to sob. I liked it better when he didn't refer to me as a bitch, but there was just no telling with him, like what kind of mood he'd be in, or whatever!
So after that, we're both lying in the bed, sweating, shivering, feeling the breeze come in the window and strike our naked, glistening bodies.
I was confused, but I didn't freak out. I just accepted the fact that he did it, and that he would probably do it again. I was really pretty cool about it then.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Doc, I remember just where I left off. I was telling you about the first time John ever got it in. Yeah, he finally got it in, and he even made me enjoy it. And, like I said last time, it didn't upset me that much. I gave in to the whole thing.
But, now, that was before the plot thickened, and Dan started coming off the lush. You see, Dan went to a doctor and the croaker told him that if he doesn't sit on his lush habit, he'll pickle himself flat.
I guess even a lush like Dan has enough sense to not want that to happen to himself, and he put himself on the old short-count.
If you think what I said about him before was wicked, get ready for this. He was an absolute bastard from the word go, as soon as he cut down on the bottle. I mean, pickled, he was tolerable, but once he'd gotten it down to a quarter of a fifth of Scotch a night, he was - a real terror.
For one thing, his thoughts turned to sex a lot, and for another thing, he would get both John and me into arguments. It seemed that they, John and Dan, barely got along anyway, and having me in the middle was sticky.
The first time Dan got involved in the action, was on a Friday night. It was the first Friday night in years that he didn't put away a whole bottle, just for kicks, and he'd gone out with a bunch of his ex-lush pals. The group he got to know are all into the bottle, and when they tell you they're ex-lushes, you have to take it with a grain of salt, I don't know if there's anything as unreliable as a lush telling you he's going to get his act together.
Well, anyway, it was Friday, and I didn't have a date, but I dressed up pretty anyway, thinking I'd go over to the coffee shop and party with whoever was around.
I made it through the living room, but not quite to the door, before John appeared.
"Where you going?" - - little Susan Grossstein. She was pert and perky in her short minidress, and I like to look at her round tits, and her long legs. She was only about twelve, but she looked like she could have been sixteen.
I told her that I had something to show her in my club-house. The clubhouse was nothing but a little shack in the woods, but I liked it. She was so dumb that she agreed to come along. I guess she thought that there was something worth seeing in there.
When we got to the clubhouse, I jumped on her and made her pull off her dress. The tip of the enema was pre-greased, and I stuck it right into her twitching bottom. She squirmed and squealed, but I held her down. I guess that I was just in a fever, Nothing seemed to matter but to give her that enema.
"EEEEEEEEE!!!!" she screamed in agony.
I simply wouldn't stop. I filled her young ass right up to the brink. As I watched her twitch, my pecker got bigger and bigger and finally it spurted out the biggest load of milky come I ever had right into her underwear, that I had pressed against myself there. I was sweating like a mad-man. I knew that little Susan was scared to death. She lost control of her bowels, and the shit colored fluid spewed out of her in a torrent. She was crying and shaking, but I was happy as a "What the fuck?" he spit out!
I thought he was going to yell at me, at me and John, but instead, he started ripping off his clothes.
He was nude in a moment. I'd never seen him nude. Under that booze-belly was a long, thick cock, pointing straight at me, at his daughter.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
John laughed.
"What do you think?"
I didn't have to. I put up a struggle, but soon Dan was on top of me, his cock sliding into my pussy, and good old John took the opportunity as an invitation to have me suck him off again.
I was stuffed to the gills with cocks, and they were both sliding in and out so quick the friction alone was enough to drive me crazy.
"Wow!" Dan moaned, coming down on my twat.
"You have a tight pussy. Tighter than your mother's is, baby!"
He was smiling, looking really crazy, and I realized that he was half-drunk. I might have known.
John was cupping my chin and telling me to use my tongue on him, and I was in the mood to follow orders, having them both on me like that. I knew it could get violent.
I wanted to keep it as simple as possible, and not have anyone blow their lids. I just kept taking Dan's cock in, contracting my pussy around it.
He was sucking my tits, telling me all about the cute little buttons on the tips. I wasn't moved. His cock was more moving than his words.
I closed my eyes and tried hard to pretend I was somewhere else, with someone else, but it was no use.
Suddenly, John started to fill my mouth with his thick come, and he began to push on my head, getting me into a position where all I could do was take it down!
"Swallow it, baby!"
I did. I had no choice. I felt weak, like all I could do was follow instructions. John came, flooding my mouth, and making the come run down the comers.
Dan was next. He was above me, puffing like a maniac, his cock thrusting deeply, touching home on every stroke. I closed my eyes, the taste of John's come in my mouth, and felt Dan's big cock explode inside me.
I came also, although I had to use my fantasy equipment to muster up the steam. It would have been hard to even get off, remembering who was fucking me.
Just for sport, old Dan has a go at me. I want to tell my mother about it, because she'll probably have me come live with her if she finds out just what is going on, but I can't locate her. Nobody knows where the hell she is. What can I do, Doc? CONCLUSION Tristine's condition is more economic than mental, although she doesn't see it that way.
She is a normal girl, who could easily take care of herself, probably better than her brother and father combined. All she needs is the money to support herself and her school necessities.
I suggested, that she check out the Y.W.C.A. Of course, she's probably been influenced by this harsh treatment of her, done by her own brother and father, but she has a pretty clear perspective, and with the slightest bit of aid, she could handle herself.
Of course, part-time work doesn't pay very much, but if she's in a Y, and not paying much rent, she could probably pull it together. I told her that staying at home could only mean more of the same, and she nodded sadly, having come to the same conclusion about that.
CASE HISTORY TWO SUBJECT: Wolf F. AGE: Forty-nine
INTERVIEW ONE
I was sitting in my office watching my new Sony portable color television. I like watching television, especially when I have nothing to do. There was a program on about juvenile delinquency.
Since this is one of my specialties, I was avidly interested. I watched the screen, toying with my penis at the same time. I realize now that this was largely unconscious, but I was doing it all the same.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of heavy boots stomping in the hallway. Since I work for the State Police, I don't find this unusual.
What is most interesting about this case, is that despite all the abuse, Tristine is not angry at men in general, nor does she dispise them.
She herself admits to enjoying nothing more than a good lay. This says a lot for her mental stability.
Indeed, most young girls, faced with a problem this severe, might simply retreat from all men.
In this case, the irresponsible adults have created a situation where the young girl can hardly make a move to help herself. Of course they might not have done this intentionally, but the end results are the same. With some good breaks, and a lot of clear thought, she'll be alright.
Seeing me, and getting it off her chest, were a positive step, and I affirmed that, and invited her back any time.
Andrea is a slight, cheery blonde girl who appeared at my office one day, under the authority of her school doctor. She had been exhibiting symptoms of inner trauma, and she wouldn't speak with anyone about what was bothering her.
Because she was so friendly, smiling brightly behind her long blonde hair, I was somewhat thrown-off. She looked as clear, and level-headed, as any young person.
She settled herself down on my nice comfortable couch, crossing her legs, probably giving me a peek at her smooth upper legs on purpose, but that is not uncommon.
Little girls flirt, and there is nothing harmful in that, in and of itself.
Well, she settled in, but she didn't open up, and I was soon aware, that the smile was a prop, a put-on, hiding whatever it was she was really thinking about.
I prodded her, again and again, but she just would not begin. Finally, I reminded her that my time was valuable, and that, while she was certainly pretty enough to just sit and stare at, that was not my business.
The little girl blushed, her face turning deep red, and began to speak.
Doctor, this is really hard to talk about. I haven't had a good talk with anyone in a long time. I just feel like people shouldn't know my business, like I should be able to contain myself, and just be sociable and cool.
The trouble I got into at school was simply that I didn't show up that much, and when I did, I guess I was withdrawn. That's the word they used, anyway!
I could just jump on it and tell you what's Daddy?" she asked me "Usually water, although anything can be used to fill the things up. Once I gave an enema with hot lead, and boy did that man scream..." I said.
"Really Daddy?"
"No, I'm just joking. I would never really do anything like that at all."
"I knew that you wouldn't"
To get back to the story, I told Tina that many things could be used in an enema to produce pleasure, I suggested that we fill up the enema bags with oil, just for a laugh. She liked the idea, and she ran to the kitchen to get a jar of it.
She came back with a massive jar of Wesson. It was slick and slippery, and we poured it right into the bag, about a quart of the stuff. It smelled a little wierd, but then I had the bright idea of putting in something to scent it.
Tina had just the thing. She had a little jar of that slippery scented body oil, so we poured the whole thing into it. The Wesson oil now smelled quite nice.
Tina stripped off her clothes, and she bent over, like a little monkey. I inspected her presented bottom-globes, and I worked my finger into her little bouncing shit-chute. She squealed in pleasure, happy that I was finally paying her some attention sexually. I was let anyone know what I'm really doing. Now, I don't want you to think I'm going to do it to you, because I really will try and tell you exactly what is happening. I mean, it would be, ah, counter-productive, to bullshit you. You're supposed to help me, and maybe I can help myself-just by getting it off my chest.
Ha, most of the time, the only thing I get off my chest, is my bra! Well, this time I'll try to get my thoughts out.
Jeff, my father, was really wigged when he caught mother with another man. I didn't think it would bother him the way it did, but he really hit the fucking roof . Now, my older sister was home when it happened. He got a phone call from the woman's husband, blowing up a storm. We all watched him on the phone, and we could tell from the way he was turning colors that he was listening to something that was making him mad. Mom got scared also, and started turning colors, so me and Sue decided to take a walk.
When we got back, Sue didn't want to go in. We'd walked to a park a few blocks away, and she said that the walk back made her tired, and she wanted to go home and nap before she'd have to jump into gear and cook dinner for her husband.
I could understand that, and I just told her that whatever was going on in there, I could handle it just fine. I was full of confidence, but only because I didn't realize the fullness of the bizarre, strange and frightening thing that I was about to walk in to.
It was strange. Mother was sitting in a chair in the living room, and she was crying.
"Where's Jeff?" I asked.
I was afraid to ask her what Was wrong. I just wanted to know where Jeff was, so that I could stay away from both of them.
"In his bedroom," she said.
Well, that was strange. I mean, it was their bedroom, not his. I realized that something heavy just happened. Also, my mother's face was really red, and it did occur to me that he might have slapped her around, but it was hard to see clearly, because she didn't look up at me.
So I figured the best place to be; in a situation like this, is in my own room. I can make it up the stairs, lock the door, and call one of my boyfriends. I have one guy I call all the time, and he just talks to me and cheers me up. He doesn't ask me any questions, but he just always has something amusing on his mind.
That was my plan on the way up the stairs, and I thought it was working, as I passed my parent's bedroom, where the door was closed.
I figured that, if the door was closed, it meant he was in there, and probably steaming his ass off. I could relate to it. I guess no man wants to find out that his wife fucks around. Shit! Mother's been fucking around so long I can't imagine how it didn't hit him before.
I got to my room, opened the door, and there he is, on my bed.
"Jeff!"
I always call my father Jeff. We all do, and he encouraged it from the time we were young.
"Yeah, honey, I was hoping you'd come back."
He looked like he was crying also. His face was all red, especially his eyes, and he was very flushed, as though his anger had given in to hurt, and he just didn't know what to do about it. His eyes were strange also. They're usually wide open, but they were squinted, barely open at all.
He patted the bed. I went and sat down on it. I wanted to make him feel better if I could, but I was surprised he was even suggesting that I could.
Like I was saying, me and my father never had the best rapport. Alright, so anyway, I went and sat on the bed, and he looked at me and told me what I meant to him, in very direct terms.
"You're the sweetest woman in this house now," he said to me.
I was stunned. I didn't think of myself as a woman yet, and I was amazed that he saw me as one.
"Come over here, Andrea!"
Jeff reached out and pulled me close to him, in a sort of warm hug. It felt nice, and I was giving him a shoulder to cry on, in a way.
Well, he didn't want a shoulder to cry on, and soon he was putting his head flat to my breasts and crying like a little boy. That was a very, very strange feeling. It didn't bother me, but it was strange as hell!
I was holding him like a little boy, getting into his fantasy with him. He started to talk.
"That bitch! She hurt me. She always does! She hurt me! She hurt me! She always does! She hurt me!"
I swear it was just like that. It was a chant, done just like that, and it made me feel really sorry for him.
I was just stroking his forehead, very gently, telling him not to worry. I think it was the first time I ever touched him like that, and it was giving me a strange, warm feeling. He's not the affectionate type, and I guess I'm not either, but for awhile, it was very soft and soothing.
Then, all at once, he starts to touch me, but not like you touch your daughter. I mean, he put his hand right on my bush, through my jeans of course, but still!
It felt warm, and I didn't know what to do. I mean, maybe he didn't realize it was there! I didn't want to just pick his hand up and move it onto his own leg, like I do with dates from high school.
This was my father! I had to figure out a way to play it! I felt his fingers then, moving on my clitoris, and I realized, as a shiver of pleasure ran through me, that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Come closer, Andrea!"
I felt his hands then, on my breasts, reaching under my blouse, and caressing my breasts.
Now that is when I got scared. I knew he was losing control of himself, because he was breathing really crazy, and he was starting to get rough with his hands, and not gentle at all.
Instead of caressing my breasts, he was clutching at them, squeezing the nipples, actually hurting them. I didn't like it at all, and I tried to get him to stop, but when I tried, he just sort of hooked his finger down in my bush, and started getting me very horny.
I was struggling to get off the bed, but Jeff is a strong guy, and there was little hope in actually leaving the room, unless he let me.
Yelling would have brought my mother up the stairs, but what would she have done? It occurred to me, that in a way, he was getting back at her, by doing this to me, but I didn't think it would go very far.
I thought he'd just feel me up for awhile, and then let me go, after getting me upset. I sort of thought, that he wanted to piss me off, and have me go and tell mother what happened. I was so confused, I don't really know what I was thinking.
Soon, he had me down on the bed, sort of pinned. I couldn't move my arms. He was holding them over my head, and he was sucking at my breasts, telling me to feed those sweet little tits to him. I mean, he really got that crude.
I always thought men were different with women, or girls in their own family. That is, I didn't expect him to talk to me as if I was some kind of a bitch! But, that's what he was doing.
"Baby, I love the way your young body feels," he moaned, pushing my tits together and sucking on them, his fingers hard on my nipples. I tried to break free again, but I was pinned, and he is strong.
"Let me up, Jeff! What are you trying to do?"
"I'm going to show you what a man's cock is for, Andrea," he let out.
I was scared at that point. I didn't want any part of that.
"But what about mother? Think of her!"
That was a mistake. He was thinking of her. He was getting back at her, and he was using me.
I felt his hands under my ass, humping me to him, and I started to feel the friction down below, in my crotch. Now, I'm afraid I am a hot little bitch, even though he wasn't supposed to know that.
It's true, Doc. I know I don't look like it, or maybe I do, but I get hot really fast, and when I'm hot I'm HOT!! I was fighting it, but then, there was just no fighting it anymore.
His fingers were in my pussy, as soon as he got my jeans down, and that didn't take him long at all. I was concentrating on the pleasure after a few moments, oblivious to the situation, to the fact that mother was just downstairs, and that he was only doing this, only fucking me, to hurt her.
That's a hell of a thing to realize, isn't it, Doc? Come on now, you know it is! I wanted to be somewhere else, but then, it felt so nice. He really knows how to be forceful, and he just took me, threw me down, and there he was, laying it on me.
He was trying to get it in, you know, and I kept sliding away, and being a bad target. As soon as I saw his big cock, I filled up with conflicting ideas. I mean, I wanted that cock in me, really wanted to feel it, but I knew it was wrong, and that I'd feel like hell as soon as the thrill was gone, and that would be rather quickly, probably.
I hadn't had very much experience with sex at that time. I'd had my cherry popped, but I'd never had an orgasm with a boy. Masturbation was the only thing that got me off, fully off. Now, seeing that giant cock, I knew I had the potential for some real hot fun.
Well, I stopped fighting and started weeping. I didn't know if that would make him stop. In a way, I hoped so, but at the same time, I wanted him to penetrate me. Can you imagine wanting two things at once? Especially when the two things are contrary to each other.
"Andrea, don't try to fight me!' - "This is wrong, Jeff."
"I don't care about wrong. I want your pussy. I want my little girl to suck my cock!"
I was really shocked at that. First of all, I'd never sucked on a cock, and second of all, my own father's wasn't the cock I had in mind, if and when I got into that particular kick in the first place.
1 was hoping he'd forget about that, and the odds were in my favor anyway, because he was mounting me, spreading my legs and poking his cock around near my pussy. .
My cunt was wet when he first touched it. I was surprised, because when I wack-it, it takes a long time before it even gets wet enough to have any fun with.
He slid his fingers down, and spread the skin, opening up my cunt, and then he bent his head down and gave my pussy such a deep soul kiss I almost hit the fucking roof!
"Oh, Jeff! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"You sweet bitch!"
I watched as his head went crazy between my legs, working me up to the point where I was clutching at him, begging him with my thighs, to just keep that hot tongue on me.
He sure was good. All of a sudden, I thought my mother had to be crazy to fuck around with other men with him around. He really knew how to make a girl glow! What was her problem, I wondered to myself.
Next thing I know, we're in a sixty-nine position, and he is being anything but subtle. He's got his cock pushing towards my face, and all I can do is watch it coming closer and closer to my lips until there it is!
I kept my mouth closed for a moment, sort of scared, but that just made him rub his cock all over my face, against my lips and cheeks, and down my chin and neck.
Then, his tongue took off on my clitoris again, and this time, I burst into a deep shiver of pleasure, and my tongue went for the tipof his cock, and I started to give him what he wanted.
"Oh, suck on it, Andrea, you sweet bitch!"
He had his hand in my hair, and was holding me down in his crotch.
"Suck my big cock. I want to see your lips around my dick, bitch!"
He was pushing me down with his hand, and at the same time, his big cock was pumping up, pushing me back up. It was hard to stay in one spot with all those forces at work.
I'd never been fucked in the mouth, like I said, and it was a strange, but not unpleasant, experience. J suppose it would have been more scary if he wasn't lapping at my pussy like that, but with all the action that was taking place, it was nice to suck his cock, and I know I did it nice, because he kept tellingrre'Keep working on it, baby. Twirl your tongue around on the tip of it!"
I did what he said.
"Oh, Jeff. Your tongue feels good on me!"
I started to get into it. I was grinding my hips down on his tongue, really matching the rhythm of his motions, really tickling myself, with the way my body was riding his tongue.
"Little bitch!"
His fingers were cupping my ass, pushing me towards him, and my fist was around his cock, taking it down right to the thick shaft.
"Baby, that feels great! I'm going to come!" he moaned, and he put his hands around my head and held me very still while he fucked my mouth furiously, until his big cock started sending out sticky bursts of liquid passion.
"Oh!"
I tried to get the shooting pole out of my mouth, but he held me down to the spot I was on, pumping it in and making me swallow it.
He had me lick it off, pulling on my blonde hair when I tried to escape. It was no use. I had to do what he said. I wanted to, in a way, because I knew that as soon as he was done, he'd go back to work on my bush.
I was right. He waited until I lapped the hot cream off his cock, and then he started to eat my pussy again, only this time, he had a new purpose in mind, and that was to get his cock inside me, in my cunt.
Well, after a few moments of being tongue-whipped by the crazy madman, I was fit to be fucked, let me tell you. I opened my long limbs at his command, and even guided it in for him, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He slid in slow and easy, because we were both so wet, and then he started to go up and down on me like a cement mixer, really striking deep and direct.
Again, I thought mother must be crazy for fucking around with other men, with this incredible stud at her disposal. Well, his fingers I felt under my ass, pushing me up to him, and he was plowing his cock down at me full-power!
"You like that, Andrea?"
"Yes!"
"You're a hot bitch, just like your mother!"
Now, that statement threw me. How could he even think of her at a time like this? I just closed my eyes and forgot he said it. Soon, his cock was starting to twitch and shiver inside me, and I knew he was coming. I could tell from his breathing, and from the way he was moving so fast he was sweating and gasping!
"You sweet little cunt! Tighten up that hot oven for me, you little bitch!"
I tightened my pussy, squinting my eyes from the combination of pain and pleasure his cock was leading me through.
"Oh, that feels nice!"
All of a sudden his hands grasped the balls of my buttocks as though they were basketballs and he was one of those atheletes with giant hands, who could handle the ball as though it was a toy.
He was pushing me up to him, and driving down at the same time, making me cry with pleasure, making me sob and roll my eyes with pure pleasure.
Then, I felt that twitching heat, and his liquid was filling up my cunt. His hot juices were shooting inside me, making me come, making me tighten up my oven and really give him a thrill.
Well, when we were done coming, we sort of collapsed in each other's arms. We were both tired, and sweaty, and really feeling strange about what we'd just done.
He didn't say very much. He lit a cigarette and patted me on the ass, telling me I was a good bitch. Then, he just walked out of the room, still nude, leaving his clothes in my room. I took them and put them by the shower door later, when I heard the water go on.
That was a really strange number, but don't think it didn't get stranger. I see you're looking at your watch, so .1 guess that means we have to wait until next time. Well, alright. Thank's for your time, Doc!
INTERVIEW TWO
Andrea seems to be very aware of her role, as an object her father uses to get back at his wife, who has hurt him. Her clarity of thought probably kept her from cracking up on the spot. Now, in this following transcript, we see that the complications that would have risen if she'd lost her head, will surface anyway, and it was that point of overload approaches, that Andrea starts to take the matter in hand.
Well, Doc, that first time my father fucked me, mother was downstairs all the time, but, I know this is hard to believe, I don't think she knew.
I felt like hell about it, and I didn't tell her. I wondered if Jeff did. I mean, I knew he'd done it because he wanted to, and to get back at mother. Well, in order to get back at mother, he'd have to rub her nose in it a little, and he didn't seem to be doing that.
I was tempted to ask her, but I sat on it. My mother's name is Alice, although I don't like to call her that. Anyway, a few nights later, she asked.
"What were you and Jeff talking about the other night, for so many hours?"
God, I didn't realize it had been hours.
"What? Oh, nothing really."
"You're full of shit! He told me all about it. You let him rape you, didn't you?"
"Mother, that's a contradiction. If I let him, he didn't rape me!"
"Did you let him?"
"No! He raped me!"
"You liar!"
She slapped me hard across the face, and I ran out of the room. I was really pissed.
After all the times I covered for her, I hardly expected her to do something like that to me. She just offed and splattered her open hand across my face, hard as anything.
I was really mad, and that night, when Jeff came home, I guess I did a stupid thing. I started to flirt with him.
"Wanna come up later and tuck me in?" I asked him, with Alice sitting right there.
"Sure!"
He smiled at me, and Alice threw me a look that was designed to kill. Well, I could play at being nasty also.
I went upstairs, expecting Jeff to come marching up any moment, his big cock walking before him, ready to give it to me. Instead of that, I started to hear banging, crashing, from their bedroom. I opened my door so that I could hear, and I could see that their door was open slightly, so I went to peek.
I admit that was a dumb move. I could have stayed in my room and locked the door. That would have been the safe way to play it. Well, I was crazy, and curious.
"You slut!" he screamed, throwing her down on the bed.
Mother looks very much like me. I mean, we have the same blonde hair and facial structure, and similar features. It was like seeing myself get slapped and fall.
When he had her down on the bed, he ripped off the old dress she was wearing and tied her up. Now, this was getting a little weird, and I knew it was time to split before they saw me, but it was too exciting to miss.
Alice was tied tight, her hands behind her back, her tits jutting out, her ankles tied to the bedposts, making her legs spread wide.
Then, as though I hadn't fooled him for a moment, he walked towards the door, where I was hiding, and chased after me. He caught me in the hall, halfway to my room, and dragged me back.
"Now, bitch. I'm going to show you what I do with your daughter!"
Well, last time I didn't want to do it, but his cock looked inviting, and there were all those itches to be scratched. This time, I really wanted to split. I mean, this was not my idea of a nice way to pass time.
He grabbed me and removed my clothes, making it impossible for me to move, let alone run.
"You're hurting her! Leave her alone!" Alice screamed. I don't know if Alice gives a shit if Jeff hurts me, but that's what she decided to yell about at the moment.
"Shut up, you bitch!"
He told me to just sit still on the bed and not to move for a minute.
"You try to split, and you 11 really catch it!" he said.
I was too scared. I just curled up and began to sob, waiting to see what was coming next.
Well, he wanted the time, so that he could gag Alice, which he did with a piece of sheet that he tore up and tied around her mouth. She did not look happy about that at all, and I wondered if she was going to barf or something. I mean, how do you barf with a gag on? That's something to ask your doctor on your next check-up, eh? So the next thing I know, Alice is tied up tight, and he's back on me, sliding it to me at once, without taking the trouble to warm me up.
It was burning, he pierced me so fast, and I wanted out of the whole situation. I really started to fight, and this pleased him. I could tell.
The more I hollered, the more Alice.went crazy and tried to move and scream, but she was tied tight.
He was fucking me, his hands under my ass, pushing me up to him.
"Come on, bitch. Show your mother what you can do!" "This is wrong!" I yelled.
He slapped me, and I heard Alice try and yell, as my eyes started to roll.
So he gets his cock in solid, and starts putting on a show for Alice, fucking me so hard it hurt. There was almost no pleasure on this ride. It was too nasty, too vicious!
"Move it, bitch. Move that ass. Show your mother what you can do with that tight ass!"
I was doing what he was saying, but I was very aware of Alice's eyes on me. I couldn't get lost in the fuck, give in and let the abandon take over, with her eyes on me.
Soon he came, and needless to. say, I didn't. He got up, after shooting his come into my pussy, and grabbed me by my blonde hair.
Pushing my head to his crotch, he got this really nasty tone in his voice.
"Lick it off, baby!"
"Hmmmmmmph!" Alice moaned. It was really strange. He grabbed my hair and held my head down to his cock, and I licked it off, while he told Alice that her daughter was a better lay, and a better cocksucker, than she was.
She was pissed, to say the least. I think she would have shot him if she had had a gun.
Well, she didn't have a gun, and she was all tied up at the moment, so to speak.
Jeff really had a nasty look on his face through the whole thing, and he didn't get much better after. He just stormed out of the room, as was his habit, leaving whoever he acted upon to clean up the mess of his actions.
That's the situation now, Doc. Alice has very little to say to me. She's really ashamed, but she doesn't know what to do about it. As far as Jeff, he went through a period where he left me alone, completely, but now, again, when he gets the itch, he just jumps on me and fucks me, whether I want it or not, whether Alice is home, or not. He's really out of his fucking mind, isn't he? I hope it's him, and not me!
I have to find a way out. I'm too young to live alone, I know, but if I don't do something quickly, I'm going to be the crazy one! Shit! What should I do? CONCLUSION Andrea knows that the situation she is in, is not of her own doing, and this provides her with some insulation. That is, she at least feels no responsibility or direct guilt for her father's actions.
As far as Alice is concerned, one could say that she is as much at fault as Jeff. Although she certainly wouldn't be a party to Jeff's behavior, if she could help it, her lack of tact, of purpose, have given Jeff a license to do whatever he feels like doing. He usually seems to feel like teaching Alice that she shouldn't hurt him, and he seems to enjoy using Andrea, as a living illustration, that he can hurt Alice right back. Of course, the whole family is in deep need of therapy, but Andrea herself is the least disturbed. I suggested that she have her father make an appointment with me. Perhaps, I could break through his defenses, and get at the root of the whole matter.
She didn't seem to think that he'd even come, but she was grateful for the suggestion, and seemed to brighten. I'm sure she can keep up her cheerful act, and go on inter-acting as though nothing was wrong with her life, but it will all catch up with her, and probably in the near future, if some steps aren't taken.
She does know this, and she will make an effort. I believe, if Alice, and Jeff, but particularly Jeff, would come and see me, I could find the basis of the frustration and pain, that is causing Andrea to be placed in such a terrible position.
CASE HISTORY THREE Subject: Joan G. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Joan was sent to me by a former associate who had very little luck breaking through the girl's defenses. I could see at a glance, through her pretty veil of black hair, that her eyes were full of contempt, of defense!
She is a sexy little girl, with big breasts, and womanly hips, and it is easy to see her as the butt of many men's frustrations. Often, when men are frustrated by a beautiful girl, their potential tenderness turns to contempt, and that was what I was getting from Joan. The contempt was automatic, and extended easily me, because to her I was just another man.
I was going to suggest a woman who is an associate of mine, but then, she'd been shuffled around enough, and I didn't think it would hurt to experiment, make an attempt to have her talk.
For the purposes of breaking through her defenses, of getting the truth from her, and not having her spit nasty responses to me, I employed a drug that is now being experimented with, as a source of mind scanning.
The drug is called Harmaline. It was used briefly during the Second World War as a means of interrogating people who had information vital to the war efforts of whatever nation was using the drug. Unlike so-called truth serum, Harmaline works, and is, in that sense, rather dangerous. I used this drug at great risk, both to myself, and to my patient, and had to have a release signed by her guardian, which was arranged over the phone without much difficulty, and mailed to me later.
Because this drug is rather primitive, and hasn't been perfected yet, the stock I had on hand was frozen, and had to be defrosted, and prepared for injection.
While my nurse was doing this, Joan was so extremely quiet, that I was affirmed in my decision, knowing that Harmaline was the only way I was going to get through to her.
The nurse walked into my office with the hypo prepared, and I told Joan that the injection wouldn't hurt that much, and would all be over in a moment.
She looked at me, a hint of defiance in her dark eyes, and rolled up her sleeve. Her dignity was her defense, but I must say it was impressive, and accomplished.
The drug was injected directly into her main bloodstream, and Joan settled back. There is a feeling, so I'm told, for the first few moments on Harmaline. Flight, abstractions, images, all pour into the subjects head at unexplainable moments. Things previously unrelated seem to fit together. There is a general confusion.
I watched Joan sit through it, her eyes registering the effects of the drug.
"Are you ready, Joan?"
That was all I had to say. She was ready. If the following transcript seems to involve word combinations that don't normally coordinate, 1 is the effects of the drug, and not Joan's own, normal thought process.
Wow, I feel different, so removed. You want to know if I'm ready? Ready for what? Ready to unbutton my blouse. How's this? Nice, heh? Shit! All you men want to see my tits, and you can all go t� rucking Hell!
They are nice though, aren't they? You know, I walk around sometimes in the summer, with the tops of my breasts showing out, so that I can watch those fools slobber over me and make a big fuss. That's fun! Then, ah, where was I? I put them down, those assholes! I tell them to eat shit!
You want to know what's bothering me? That seems to be the question lately, so I'll spill it now while I don't give half a shit what anyone thinks. You believe that? I don't care.
My brother Ted, he's what's bothering me. He's like them all. He's always grabbing my tits and squeezing them. Shit! You'd think nobody ever saw a tit before!
Well, Ted was managable for awhile, but when I turned seventeen, which was just about eight months ago, Ted walked in on me and Stan. Was that then? Anyway, me and Stan, he was my boyfriend, the asshole, but also a friend of Ted's, were making it on the living room floor.
Our parents were away for the weekend, and I didn't give a shit if Ted found me fucking someone. I mean, he's just a year older than me, and he doesn't pull rank.
Anyway, when he walked in, instead of being cool and going up to his room, he decided to stay and watch.
The way it was happening, Stan was sitting on the floor, his hands around my waist, lowering my pussy down on him, then lifting me up again, then letting me down again.
Ted watched my tits bounce up and down for a few moments, and then he took his cock out. I freaked, but Stan wouldn't let me get up.
"Give it to her, Ted. I'll hold her," the creep said, and it hit me that they planned it, or probably did. Never did find that out for sure.
I feel pelts of light passing through me, Doc. Wow! Where was I? Oh! Yeah, that's right. Stan wouldn't let me get up, and he just kept drilling his cock into me. I was angry, because not only was he letting my brother watch, but he was telling him to hop on as though I was some kind of train.
Ted moved quickly, taking his pants off and walking up to me. I told him to get the fuck out of here, and he laughed. He watched as Stan took my hands and held them behind my back, so I was helpless. I was so fucking helpless!
Then, Ted, my big brave brother, took his cock and put it between my tits, and started cupping them, pushing them up, making them cradle his cock.
Ted's cock! Big old Ted's big old cock! He was sliding it in and out, between my tits! He was pushing on my tits, and he was hurting them!
"What are you doing to me, Ted?"
He smiled. Ted knew just what he was doing to me! He was fucking my tits. While Stan gave it to me from under, pumping his big cock up at me, my brother took the liberty of using my tits to jerk-off with.
Now, you know he grabs my tits all the time, even when our parents are home, but he never got anything like this before, and he was really horny, really hot!
"Shake 'em for me, baby!"
Stan was holding me down with his big hands, but at the same time, his cock was pushing up on me, on my pussy.
My pussy felt so good, and everything spread up, like, and clouded out!
"Move it! Rotate that ass!" Stan moaned.
"Shake your tits, Sis!"
I was really going crazy. I never had two men at me at once. I didn't even know if I liked sex that much then. I was still involved with checking it out.
Stan was the first to come, and he wasn't his usual, gentle old self at all. He was digging into me, clutching at me, making my pussy sore with his violent banging.
He was holding me around the waist now, and so tightly that I had black and blue marks on me afterwards.
"I love that tight pussy, Joan!"
He came quickly, his cock making me all sticky as his cream shot out and flooded me.
He didn't move, but then he really got into helping my brother get off.
Stan lifted my arms over my head, so that my tits jutted out even more, and he held my arms there, not letting me move, while Ted just kept pumping it to me.
Finally, I could see that Ted was about to come. I didn't want him to come all over me, but there was no getting away from the fact that he was going to.
"I like the way you sweat, Sis!"
He never calls me that. He's crazy, I remember thinking, like it's not really Ted at all!
Suddenly, he pushes my tits tightly together, his cock throbbing between them, and I feel the hot liquid, and I know that he's erupting like a volcano.
He came all over me. He put his hand on his cock, and guided it, so that it squirted all over me, on my face and breasts, on my neck.
It was all over me, and I wanted to throw up. I started yelling, threatening to tell my folks. That would fix both Stan and Ted. Ted slapped me.
"You tell, and we'll hurt you!" he said.
His eyes made me believe him. I started to cry, but they didn't get all cozy and cheer me up like I thought they would. Instead, Ted told Stan that he always wanted to fuck me, and as long as he was getting around to it, he wanted it to be a complete number.
"Fuck her ass," Stan suggested.
I couldn't believe it. I got up and made a run for it, but they caught me, and next thing I know, I'm draped over the back of the couch, my buttocks straight up in the air, and Ted's behind me.
"I'm going to give it to you good, Sis!"
Stan ran to the kitchen and came back with some butter, which Ted rubbed on his cock. It was happening so quickly. Either Stan, or Ted, was holding me down, through the whole thing. I couldn't do a fucking thing.
Well, Ted mounted me, his hands around my thighs, pushing my ass up to meet his cock. He slid it in right away, and, never having a cock inside my asshole before, I was alarmed.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I started to fucking scream, and they must have gotten scared, because next thing I know, Stan tied a gag over my mouth. Well, he wasn't the sweet gentle boy Ted told me he was when he introduced us.
Ted had his cock in my ass, and was laying it on me fast and furiously.
"Keep, that hole tight, bitch!"
I started to move, but only when his fingers came around, under me, stiring up my clitoris from down under.
That, frankly, felt really good, and I started to hump his fingers. In doing that, I was also taking him on a nice ride, but I wasn't concerned with how he felt.
Ted couldn't take much of that. He was porking my ass with all his might, whimpering, whispering in my ear that I was going to be his slave.
Meanwhile, Stan is fucking me between my breasts, just like Ted had done a few moments ago.
I got dizzy and almost blacked out, but then Stan took the gag off my mouth and told me to suck his cock.
"Suck your own cock!"
He took me by the hair and forced me to lick at his cock, and his big cock throbbed and shook, while he started coming right in my mouth.
I tried to get his cock out of my mouth, but there was no sense in trying. He was holding me tightly, and my hair really hurt from the way he was pulling at it.
I just let him do what he had to do, and I tried to pretend I was someplace else, as his hot come shot into my mouth, and dribbled down my chin.
Well, Ted was still throbbing in my ass, and I knew the only way to make it end was to have him come, make him come, so I started to contract my ass really tight, and he started to get all flustered.
I knew it was a matter of a few seconds, when I heard him breathing hard, smashing his big cock down on the balls of my buttocks.
"Squeeze it, bitch!"
I tightened up, and he started to come in my ass, and it was really strange, but the feeling wasn't bad. It was just strange, having a big hot cock explode in your ass.
When they were done with me, and they didn't seem to give a shit if I was done with them, if you know what I mean, they told me to take a shower. ' "You look like shit!" Ted said.
"Yeah, go shower!"
Well, that was the beginning of it, and now, I guess that's what's got me so depressed. You see, when my brother said that I was going to be his slave from then on, he meant it!
INTERVIEW TWO
Ordinarily, the second interview is conducted after a week, to give the patient a time to digest what he or she has said. In this case, due to the duration of the effects of the drug, we paused only long enough for Joan to take a nap, and for me to break for lunch. An hour later, we started another session.
I feel like I could sleep for a week, Doc. I was telling you about Ted, right? See, I can keep control on anything, man, anything! That bastard Ted.
Ted wanted me to be his slave, and he was determined. After that night with Stan, my ass wasn't safe around the house when there's nobody but him and I home, and it still isn't.
I usually look to be out when our parents are going to be, but that isn't easy. I mean, they don't answer to me. They just do what they want, and they go out a lot. Now Ted gets into what they're doing all the time, because when they're going out it means he can't use the car, so he has an excuse to get the inside info.
What he does is, he doesn't tell me when they'll be out, and he just waits. If I'm home, he just barges in my room. He's very good with locks, and the little frail lock on my door doesn't even slow him down. I guess I should have a chain put on the door, but what do I tell mom and dad? Anyway, Ted makes a habit out of it, and sometimes he really gets outrageous.
A few weeks ago, Ted, Stan, and this new guy called Mark, were all in the garage smoking pot. Now, I knew they were there, but my father's Buick was in the drive, so I figured I was safe.
I slipped by the garage and went in the house, and I went to my room, seeing that my parents weren't home, but had just taken their friend's car.
I knew if I even put the light on and showed them I was home I'd be in for it. I tried to go to sleep, putting the lock on the door and hoping for the best.
Ted barged in all of a sudden, and wanted to know why I didn't tell him I was home.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'll show you what I mean, baby!"
He grabbed me and started to shove me down the stairs, into our furnished basement. I had my clothes half ripped off, by the time I got down there.
Mark and Stan were waiting for us, and they both looked stoned as hell. They were passing around a bottle of Tequila, and getting higher and higher.
"Get all her clothes off, Ted!" the''new guy, Mark said.
It .was kind of like a command, and I expected Ted to turn around and tell him to fuck off, but Ted did what Mark said.
"Wow! She's as pretty as you both said."
Mark walked up to me and made me drink some Tequila. Ted held me and Mark held the bottle. I was willing anyway. I figured, if I was going to get it from all of them, and that looked like the story, I would need some of that shit.
I felt like the whole menu! All of a sudden, they tied me down on the sofa in the basement, and they were all over me, feeling and sucking on my body.
Mark was brutal. I mean, I thought that Ted was a bitch, and Stan a brute, but Mark, made them both look like gentlemen. He was really pinching my breasts, really hurting my pussy with his rough fingers.
"I get her first!"
It was Mark. He seemed to call the shots.
I didn't know what the story was, but they both followed Mark's lead.
"Hold that bitch down for me. Put a pillow under her ass!"
They both leaped. Stan got the pillow, and they both held me down.
"You're a hot little woman," Mark said, running his hands through my hair.
My body was really sweating, and I felt like hell. I wasn't sexually turned on at all. I mean, it wasn't like they were going to take care of me!
"You just want to get your cheap thrills," I yelled at Mark.
That's when I learned why everyone jumped when Mark made a 'suggestion.' He slapped me so hard I almost blanked right out, and I realized how brutal he really was.
He was the kind of guy, that other guys either are friendly with, or stay away from. I assumed that I was an offering, to this street character.
It was like, if they gave him a piece of ass, he would be cool with them, and even protect them. Well, that's the way I had it figured anyway. I'm not saying it's true, but that's my reasoning.
So they held me down, and Mark, instead of hopping right on, just stood over me, stroking his own cock.
He told me to watch him, keep my eyes on his.
I did just what I was told. "You like that, bitch?" he asked me, shaking his cock.
"Yeah!" I said. I was lying. "Give it a kiss!" He lowered his cock down, and he started telling me everything he was doing to me.
"I'm watching those sweet little lips caress my cock now, Joan. Suck it up, bitch! Put your lips away and stretch your tongue. I want to see that little tongue come out!"
I was doing exactly what he told me to do, because I wasn't sure of just how violent he could be. It looked bad, as far,as I could see it.
The Tequila was going to my head, and I was starting to get cloudy, but I kept my wits about me. I felt compelled to follow Mark's commands.
"Lick it now, baby!"
I let my tongue dance over the hard tip of his cock, and he shivered.
"Baby, I'm going to come in your mouth."
I looked at him, and I could see it coming. His cock pulsed violently, and then the hot stuff came gushing out into my mouth.
He told me to swallow it, and I didn't even try to spit it out. He came so much it was dribbling down my chin, all over my face.
"Wow! You let her have it!" Ted said.
After that, Ted fucked me in the pussy, from on top, while Stan got under me and gave it to me in the ass.
"Looks good!" Mark said, relaxing with a beer, watching them make a sandwich out of me.
I was crying and begging them to leave me alone. I was hoping my parents would come home and catch them. That would clear up the whole mess, and they wouldn't be able to say that I told on them.
Nothing like that happened though. What did happen, was they kept pumping it to me, over and over.
Stan came in my ass, and got out from under me, and then Ted -finished up alone, while Mark took pictures with one of those cameras that develop the pictures themselves.
I felt like shit. Ted took a long time to finish, and he was still obsessed with sucking on my tits and bunching them together. He was mumbling obscene things to me.
"Your tits are fun to fuck, Joan! I love to watch you swallow come."
I just remained calm and let him get his kicks.
Ted finished, and they all got dressed. I demanded the pictures, but they didn't give them to me. Mark gave them to Ted, and told him to keep them safe.
That was the only time Mark ever gave anyone else any authority. I mean, usually, he kept the goodies. This time, he gave the goodies to my brother. I guess he didn't want to be caught with them.
At any rate, Ted ended up with the pictures, and they all left, leaving me with their come dripping out of every hole I had.
I got up and took a shower, as if that would wash it all off my head as well.
"What's wrong, dear?" my mother asked the next day. I was moping around.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."
I could have spilled it out right then and there, but I stayed cool.
Doc, what's been happening? I mean, I feel like I was somewhere else and now I'm back. I can't focus. What did I say? What the hell did I say? CONCLUSION Joan could very simply solve her problems simply by telling her parents that her brother is using her in the manner he is.
Obviously, she receives some indirect satisfaction, from being an un-willing slave. If she didn't, she would be more likely to blow the lid on what they were doing to her.
Of course there are other factors, for instance, what would her parents' response be? She didn't speak about them, and gave me no insights into why she felt she couldn't confide in them. Was it fear or guilt? These questions remain. Most interesting in this case, is the fact that when the drug wore off, she was angry, trying to get me to tell her what she told me.
I repeated the major events she recalled, and she denied that she even said them. That leads me to deduct, that on a subliminal level, she can cope, but once these traumas surface, she does not want to even face the fact that they happened. This is very frustrating, and threw me back somewhat.
Some cases require more patience than others, and this one, would require time and energy on my part, as well as hers.
CASE HISTORY FOUR Subject: Laura D. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Laura surprised me one afternoon, showing up without a formal appointment, and telling me she was recommended to me by another patient I'd had some success with a year ago.
Although young, Laura is amazingly profound in her insights, and although she has found herself in a brutal situation, her basic intelligence is clear, even under strain.
Unlike most girls, who come in here and end up speaking about the abuse they've gone through at the hands of relatives, Laura was right out-front, open, about her traumas.
In fact, for practical reasons, this case could serve as an illustration, of how some girls cope, and even rise above, the lust-motivated abuses of their own male relatives.
Laura is a blonde child, and one can see from her perky taste in clothes, in the way that she wears her hair, that she is a country girl, and that her mannerisms are far from urban. She is, in fact, from Mississippi, and speaks with a southern accent, which the transcript will not record in accurate details. I bring to mind her inflections, because the flavor of innocence runs strong through her appearance and affectations, although, as well see, innocence was a long time ago.
Well, Doc, I guess there's no reason to beat around the bush. I won't be in this part of the country very long anyway, and I want to give you a good idea what I'm up against, so that you'll have time to analyze my situation.
I read a lot of books, Doc. I didn't pick up my articulation at school, and certainly not from my family. My real name is Laura Ann, but I dropped the Ann. I hate southern frills. My family on the other hand, seems to need the formalities of the old south the way most people need water and food.
Well, we're mountain people. That goes back three generations that I can trace. Mountain folk are different, Doc. I don't know if you know it, but once a girl has any breasts at all, and her hips round out a little, she's what they call 'pussy!' Well, I guess I was thirteen, when these breasts you're looking at started to blossom, and my hips were already kind of round, and I knew my power with the men. I mean, my blue eyes, and blonde hair, and that smile I used to use to make boys fall all over me, well, they sometimes worked at cross-purposes.
I'm sure that happens all the time in the city, but in a mountain community, a girl really has to watch her ass at thirteen. She's getting met with advances from virtually every male she meets, as well as those she's grown up with.
It started with Pap. Now, my mother and Pap have only been married for about five years. That is, he's not my real father. My real father passed away from black lung, around seven years ago. He was a nice man, but I don't remember him that well. It was a long time ago, and so much has happened since then.
Anyway, Pap seemed to take to mother, and everything worked out for the two of them, so they got married. That was fine with me. It didn't really effect the way me and my brother Jed lived. We still got up early, did our chores, did our schoolwork when we had to, and stayed away from the grown-ups because they were crazy.
It's true about mountain people you know? I mean, the older ones are from another century. Very often they don't like blacks, and they're not hip yet that they're only working so their bosses can play. It's a little antiquated, the whole life-style, and I don't intend to stay there when I'm old enough to be independent.
That's why I'm relatively clear about what has happened to me, be- cause I don't see it as permanent. Like, it's only happening because I have to be there at, the moment, but soon my whole life will change. Just as soon as I can throw my own ball, call my own shots.
Ill start with Pap, because you might as well hear the worst. Pap was always nice to me. He always told me how pretty I was, and when I got older, like thirteen, he started hugging me and kissing me, putting his hands all over me.
Well, I didn't like it, but it didn't go that far, and I sort of put him off in a friendly manner, reminding him who he was, and all that. It worked, too. He would draw back as soon as I reminded him that he was my mother's husband.
I would also tell him that if Jed found out, there would be a shooting, and that worked for a long time. I guess at that time, Jed and Pap were still on the outs, and they were cautious of each other.
So anyway, I'd just turned thirteen, and there was a big party which mother organized, in the barn. All the kids from school were there, and it was kind of a blast.
Me and Jan, he was my boyfriend, sort of, danced really close, and I started to feel that warm glow around my pussy, and I didn't even know what it was, but I looked at Jan and I knew he was doing it, and naturally, later, when most of the guests left, I wanted Jan to stay.
Jan did stay, and I told him to hide in one of the lofts while I went in the house and convinced mother I was asleep. Then, I was going to crawl out the window, make it from the house to the barn, and, well, I don't know what I was going to do, but at least kiss him and let him feel me up.
I went to my room, took off my white dress, put on some really sexy underwear. I had some black lace that I bought from a salesman about two weeks before. I don't know why I even bought it. Maybe just because I had the money at the moment.
Anyway, I was really doing it up. like, I up and put perfume between my breasts, and rubbed this really nice cream all over my legs to make them really smooth.
I stood in front of the mirror that night for a full hour, while I was waiting for. the house lights to go out, for everyone to go to sleep. During that time, I was doing two things. I was hoping that Jan would stay put, and I was getting ready to reward him if he did.
Of course I knew he would. How many boys would leave, if a pretty girl told them she was going to slip out and meet them? You see, I realized that I was making a promise. Now, I was just a virgin back then. Ha, it seems so long ago. I'm fifteen now, and that seems so long ago.
So Jan is waiting for me, and I'm in my room, brushing my blonde hair, which is so long I can sit on it if I'm not careful. I put on some blue shadow, to really make my eyes sexy, and I even took a little pink brush-on, and put it on my nipples!
That got me so horny I felt the black panties I had on start to get wet. I didn't know what to do about that. They didn't seem fresh, after they got sticky.
I couldn't believe how wet my pussy was, just from thinking like that. I took off the panties and just went with my short skirt and this really pretty blouse. My party dress was snow white, and I didn't want it to get dirty up in the hayloft.
I was just about to sneak out, when I heard some noise in the hall, so I got back into bed.
I waited in bed, fully dressed, for about fifteen minutes, but then, there was no more noise so I just started creeping out.
Well, I made it to the barn, and Jan was waiting. He pecked my cheek, giggled, and then kissed me on the lips. It was the strongest kiss I'd ever received, his tongue going deep into my mouth, his lips pulling mine in. He really knew how to kiss, and I guess I started to melt all over him.
Well, one more kiss, and he started digging into my blouse, coming up with my breasts, which weren't as big as they are now, Doc, but they weren't small either, for that age.
Anyway, Jan liked them. His eyes lit up.
"You have pretty tits, Laura Ann!"
"Ohhhhhh!"
"I like to suck on your tits," he said, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I was wet in a moment. Really wet, and Jan didn't waste any time checking out my pussy. He put his hand under my skirt, moving slowly up my long limbs.
"Your legs are creamy, baby!"
He put his finger on my clicker and started massaging it, and I broke out in a sweat, getting really excited at once. I always dreamed of a boy touching me like that. I touch myself like that all the time, but it's not the same.
"Lie down, Laura Ann. Lie on the hay!"
I felt his strong hands guiding me down, fondling my buttocks as he lowered me to the floor. Well, I was scared, and I knew the whole thing was going too far, but I had a really strange attitude. Like, I just didn't care about my virginity, or any of that stuff I was taught to value. It all seemed like bullshit at the moment.
Jan told me to feel the bulge in his pants, and I could feel his cock. It was warm, even through his pants, and when he reached down and took it out I almost passed out.
"That's supposed to go inside of me?"
"Sure. It won't even hurt. You're a woman already, Laura Ann," he said, sticking a finger into my pussy.
Well, that finger took all my fear away. Jan was gentle, and I knew he was going to really do it right. I also knew that Jan had plenty of practice, because he's a good looker, and a lot of the girls in that little community chased him.
I'm sure he screwed almost every screwable girl in that whole area, but that's another story.
"Now, just loosen up for me, baby!"
He was above me, mounting me slowly, so that I wouldn't get scared. I could see that he appreciated the perfume I put between my breasts, because he spent a lot of time sniffing around there, and rubbing the smooth pale skin with his hands.
My nipples are really taut when I'm having sex, and this was the first time I found that out. I was delighted, because they looked so pretty sliding in and out of his mouth.
I cupped his head, and held him to my breasts, and really fed him my warmth, just like he asked me to. During this, he was still stirring up my pussy with his fingers, getting me hotter and hotter. He said he wanted to see me panting and moaning, and when he first said it, I thought he was just kidding, but, I started panting and moaning quick enough.
That was the best lay of my life, even if it was followed by an unpleasant experience, but I'll get to that later. Jan was moving slowly, but let me tell you Doc, that boy could move, slow or quick.
After he had me naked, and after he'd wet my little pussy with his massage, he put his lips down on my twat and gave me a deep kiss, but I mean deep.
It was. the same type of kiss he'd kissed me on the lips with when I first got there. It was like a deep exploration, that he did with his tongue, and it really made me go wild.
I remember breaking out in a sweat, moaning and whimpering, pushing down on his tongue. Jan took hold of my hips, like just above my waist, and started pushing me down on his tongue. It was fucking wild. I came for the second time in my life. The first time was just a few weeks ago, when I was in bed alone and got curious about all that warmth I felt from the slightest bit of friction, like riding a horse, or sitting on the back of Jan's motorcycle.
Well, Jan was licking at my pussy as though he was thirsty and I was the water. I loved it. I could feel my whole body tingling with the sensations of his tongue on my twat, and I simply loved.
"Hey, don't close your thighs so tight!" he said.
I laughed. I was so excited that I started squeezing his head with my thighs. Jan was sucking me, and all of a sudden, this thundering sensation clouded my head, and I knew something electric was happening to me, if you know what I mean.
I felt a tingling, and then, his finger slid in my ass, and I was amazed, but I was too busy to tell him that. I started really breathing hard and whimpering.
"Fuck me, Jan! I want your cock!" Jan, instead of fucking me right then, got himself in a position where he could put his cock near my face, and still be eating my pussy at the same time.
That was a new one on me, but when he pushed my face towards his cock, I knew damn well what was supposed to happen. I was scared, but I started out licking, like a dog licks your hands for the salt. I just licked at his cock, just like that, and when I saw what it was doing to him, I felt really good and started to take the whole big thing in my mouth.
Jan dug that. I could see at once. Instead of stopping what he was doing to watch me : ho ugh, he really started to lap at my' pussy. He was giving me the full force of his tongue, holding my pussy apart with his fingers, as he beat his tongue down on me.
"Jan, I'm wet!" I said. "So am I!"
Jan looked up. The barn had a hole in the aery top, right above the loft we were in, and I could see the glistening dew all over his face, and I knew it was from my pussy. That got me homy. He was licking it off his lips and smiling at me, and he told me I tasted better than any girl or woman he'd ever tasted. I could see from his eyes, that he'd tasted a lot of them.
Well, Jan started to suck my pussy again, his hands coming up to pinch my perky, tight nipples. I was getting hot again, and I had another orgasm, as I felt his index finger sliding into my ass.
Then, Jan told me I was so pretty he wanted to watch me suck his cock.
"Pretend it's a lollipop!" he suggested, wrapping his legs around my head.
I was in the mood to do whatever he said. I mean, we hadn't even started yet and I'd already came twice! I was all excited. I took the full shaft of' his cock and squeezed it in my fist. A drop of liquid appeared at the tip.
"Lick it - off. It's good for you. It'll make you even more sexy!"
My tongue danced over the tip of his cock, and it was really nice to do that to him, because I could tell that he loved it, really loved it. The next thing I did, was take my own index finger, and slide it into his asshole.
That got him off even more than I thought, and then, as though he couldn't wait another moment, he took his cock out of my mouth, and mounted me, but this time for real.
His cock was slippery, and slid right in. It felt good. I always thought it was supposed to hurt the first time, but all I ever felt with Jan was good.
Jan fucked me great! He put his hands under my buttocks, and just kept a steady hump going until I came. When I came, I got so wild that he also came.
It was great. We were both sweating, huffing and puffing, but we both felt great. Jan lit a cigarette and told me that he had to go, but that to stay up there for fifteen minutes, so that if he got caught slipping away, they wouldn't find me also.
That made sense, and I kissed him goodbye. I was so in love at the moment, especially with that strong country cock. I fondled it, and I wouldn't let him go until he let me kiss that big stick goodnight. I wanted to suck on him all night, but he pushed me away by palming my forehead and telling me that tomorrow was another day.
"Yeah, but phooey!"
He laughed.
"We have plenty of time, Laura Ann. I'm going to keep that pussy satisfied for you!"
He gave it a little pat, and then when he saw me melt, he gave it another warm kiss, bending down and getting his head right in my crotch. I watched, thankful for him, becaus he seemed to know the right spot to touch and kiss.
Jan beat it down the ladder. There was a crack in the wood of the barn wall, and I watched him make it into the woods. He was being careful, I realized, when I saw that he wasn't even going to take the road home. I wondered what the big deal was.
It didn't take long, up in that hayloft, before I realized that I wasn't alone.
"What?! How long have you been here?" I screamed, as I ,saw the face getting closer.
It was Pap, and he looked strange.
"Long enough to know about you and your lollipop, Laura Ann," Pap said.
I just looked at him. For all I knew, he was going to take me to church and make me confess, although I doubted that. I made a move for the ladder, but he v/as quicker than I, and he wrestled me down on the hay. I was still half-naked, so he really didn't have to struggle very much. It was easy for him, the old bastard.
I tried to struggle, and the first thing he did was gag me. He just took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around my face, just around my mouth, and then he turned me over, on my stomach, and got on top of me.
I didn't know what the hell he was doing, but he was so heavy and strong I was pinned. I couldn't more. My breasts were being tickled and even scratched by the hay on the floor, and I felt like screaming, but I did have then I went limp.
Pap was anything but limp.
"Jut those tits out, dearie!" he said.
He can be really sarcastic. What he was doing, was fucking me from behind. He asked me to guide it in, and I told him to eat shit.
"You're going to be punished for that."
"I'm already being punished!"
"Fuck you, you bitch. Your ass is going to get it good now!" he moaned.
His eyes looked really weird. I mean, I always thought he had strange eyes. This night, his eyes looked like they belonged in some kind of wild beast. I guess that's what Pap is, although we never really put it like that before.
Suddenly, his cock is sliding in the wrong hole, and I was sure he was making a mistake, but I didn't tell him. I thought the stupid, vulgar pig deserved to get my ass when he could have had pussy! His big cock was hurting me though, and soon I had to tell him.
"You're in my ass!"
"Don't I know! Tighten that ass for me, Laura Ann. I love that warm ass!"
I was confused. I wondered if he did that to mother. I guess a madman does whatever he wants, and it was easy to see that, when horny, Pap was a real madman.
I didn't know what to do. I was so nervous I was tightening my ass, just the way he wanted me to, although I didn't want to please him. I mean, if I did, it was an accident.
Pap took off as though he was breaking in a new horse. He started letting me have it in the ass, his body rising off mine, then slamming back down, sending his hot cock deep in my pussy.
Now, all I had to measure sex by was Jan, and pap was really a dud in comparison, but I figured I'd give him what he wanted to get it over with, so I started to tighten my ass really hard around his cock, and I started to, well, like wiggle my ass, pushing up at him.
"Wow! Go, you wild animal!" he moaned at me.
Imagine that!? He thought I was simply wild about him. I was just trying to get it over with, and that's really all there was to it.
"Move that sweet ass, little girl. I love that blonde hair that falls around your ass!"
Pap had my hair all tangled up, and he was making me stand still for a long, comfortable (for him) fuck. I didn't like taking a cock in my asshole, but after awhile, he must have thought of me, because he brought a hand around me and started massaging my pussy from the front.
That helped a little, but I still didn't want any part of it. Well, he came in my ass.
"I'm coming, bitch! Screw that ass around!"
I gyrated my ass and pushed up.
"Let those tits dance for me!"
His fingers were far from gentle, as Jan's were, and he really pinched my nipples. It was starting to hurt, and I was already sore from Jan, even though Jan's games felt nice.
When he came, when Pap finally let his hot cock shoot in my ass, he bit me on the neck and mumbled all kinds of filthy things in my ear, and I could feel myself getting sick. That's hardly what happened when Jan whispered almost the same things.
Well, that night passed, and we both slid back to bed, but in a way, and it was a way I hadn't realized yet, that night changed everything.
INTERVIEW TWO
Laura shows a clear ability to bring back the incident that triggered her trauma. While this might not seem startling, let me remind the reader that most of us block our trauma, if we cannot deal with it, in the hopes of erasing it. We use fantasy to stabalize ourselves, and we block the true condition. Laura exhibited none of these cerebral symptoms, being ready to recall in detail, just what happened to her.
This next interview, brings up the startling details of her life after that incident.
Well, Doc, for a day or so, Pap really stayed away from me. I went off after school with Jan everyday, and we'd go down by the foothills, and he in the grass.
Sometimes I'd suck him off, and sometimes he'd suck me off, but mostly, we just jumped on each other and fucked until we were both sore. Jan was only two years older than me, and he could move like a cement mixer. I was really the best.
Around home, things were the same for a few days, but then, one night I'm lying in bed, and Jed comes storming right in my room.
"What do you want?" Tasked my brother.
"I want what you gave Pap!" he said.
Well, you think I was surprised? I was shocked, and I didn't know what the hell to do about it. You see, he'd picked a night when mother and Pap went out, and there was nobody in the big farmhouse but my brother and I.
I was thinking of having Jan over that night, but he had chores to do. His family keeps him pretty busy. I was stuck there, with nobody but my horny brother.
Now Pap was not my real pap, and anyway, he raped me. Jed, was my real brother, and I didn't think he was going to do that. I thought I was his little sis and he loved me and would be really kind. I thought I'd be able to talk him out of it.
Jed was always a wild one, but he also had a tender streak. I guess I didn't bring it out that night.
"What are you talking about?"
"Pap told me he caught you with Jan, and then he said he made you do it to him. Now, you're going to do it to me!"
I just looked at him. Was he crazy? I soon found out. He just dove on the bed and started ripping. I mean, I wasn't wearing anything important, but he ripped a perfectly good sleeping gown off me and pinned me to the bed. He's also strong, that asshole.
"Get the fuck off me, or I'll tell mother."
'"^Bullshit! If you tell, I tell about you and Jan, you and Pap," he snarled.
It was easy to see, that what was wrong with Jed was that everybody got a piece of me but him, and he didn't like that. "You better let me get up!" I demanded, as though it would do any good.
Jed laughed, having me pinned down flat. He told me that nobody was around to hear me yell, and if he had to he'd beat me up. I told him to fuck off.
"You bitch!" .
He slapped me hard across the face, then, before I could get a grip on myself, he slapped me across my breasts with his open palm, so hard that it really stung.
"You bastard!"
We started to fight, and we fell off the bed. I was cursing him out, telling him he was worse than Pap and I'd never let him get his ugly cock inside me.
I guess I should have tried to reason with him instead of getting mad, but he was a little out of his head, and I figured that the only way of breaking through to him would be to give him what he was giving me: insanity!
I went wild, kicking and scratching, biting him, punching and slapping him. We were really making a mess out of my room, but I didn't care. I just didn't want my brother to get into any bad habits, and I knew if I gave it to him once, he'd be back for more.
Well, he was stronger than me, and he bit and scratched right back, and soon we were on the floor, both naked, with Jed on top.
"Don't do it!"
I started to cry and plead with him. I looked as sad as I could, and I told him I'd hate him if he did it, and I said that I didn't want to hate him because he was my only brother.
That didn't touch him at all. He's about as sentimental as a fucking buffalo.
He got in alright, his big thick cock sinking deep in my pussy as he held my thighs apart and jammed it in. He fucked me hard, pushing his cock down on me, and he made it last a long time.
I was dizzy from looking up at the cracks in the ceiling and trying to pretend I was someplace else.
I kept telling him that I was going to tell Jan and Jan was going to kill him, and that only seemed to get him hotter. The more I resisted, the more he was digging it, and I soon learned that, because when I went limp, he rested.
I wanted to get it over with. I was sweating and crying, and his sweat was all over me. I just wanted to get it over so that he'd get up and leave me alone.
I pushed my buttocks up, and tightened my pussy. I knew, from Jan, how to make a man feel really good. I figured if I did that, he'd come, and then he'd leave me alone.
Jed smiled when he felt my pussy tighten, driving, and he started moving up and down again, quick as hell. I could feel his fingers on the balls of my ass, and his lips were dancing from one nipple to the other, as he watched my tits move to the beat of his driving cock.
It was strange as hell. If he was anyone else, I would have had to call it a good fuck, but the fact that I didn't want to fuck him, didn't help matters at all.
"Lift that bush to me, bitch!" He was licking at my face, licking off the sweat. He started humping his big cock down on me!
"I'm coming, bitch! Keep it tight, Laura Ann!"
I tightened my bush, hoping he'd get it over with, and he did, soon enough, shooting his heavy load into my quivering pussy. I came also, although I wasn't really digging it. I sort of came in spite of myself.
When it was over, Jed got up and told me that I was a good fuck, and that he'd be taking advantage of that fact from now on.
"Fuck you!" I said.
"Yeah!"
Well, he just stormed out of the room, and I had a choice. I could leave the room all sere wed-up, and let mother find it and ask what happened, then I'd have to tell her. Or, I could straighten out, take a shower, and go to bed.
That's what I did, although I couldn't firgure out why. I straightened the bed, took the ripped up nightgown and threw it in a brown paper bag, which I placed in the garbage, and straightened up the rest of the room so that it looked like nothing at all happened.
The next day was Saturday, and mother didn't even come up to see what I'd done, because there's no school on Saturday, and I'd done all my chores the previous day.
I had a hard time facing Jed and Pap, after that, but I didn't let on to mother. I knew it would upset her entire life. She'd probably leave Pap if she knew. Now, she's no kid, and if she leaves Pap, like, where does she go? I didn't want to foul up her life, or even Pap's life, or Jed's life, but they didn't seem to care about me. I have a cousin in the East, in fact, that's how I got to you.
I figured I'd come here, to visit my cousin, and also to seek some aid. I haven't told Sue. That's my cousin. I mean, she knows I'm here because I'm having some kind of trouble, but she doesn't know what the problem really is. If I told her, she'd shit blue, and maybe get on the phone and tell mother what is going on out there in Mississippi. I don't want to screw up their lives. What should I do, Doc? CONCLUSION I told Laura that she was, while she looked at herself as responsible, totally irresponsible. She was wasting her own life, taking the brunt of other people's neurotic impulses, and putting up with it to protect her mother, who in fact, should need less protection than she does.
She didn't say much about her mother, but I assume, being that her true father is dead, that her mother suffered considerably. Laura must have witnessed this suffering, and it makes her reluctant to cause her mother to withstand any new sources of pain.
I asked her if Jan would marry her. Such things are not uncommon in the rural mountains of Mississippi. She said that she wasn't sure. I said that if she loved him, and he loved her, they could go somewhere and build an independent life.
Jan, as it turns out, will inherit a farm and enough working capital to keep it in motion, and his parents are very old. I asked her if she'd considered marrying him, moving in with his family, and eventually working his farm with him.
An alternative would be to stay in the East with her cousin, but she is reserved, and one never knows about the East. For a farm girl, there could be more traum in an eastern city than she's ready for.
Laura seemed to brighten, just at the alternatives I brought up. She had been so taken in by her problems, that she couldn't quite contact the alternatives, but I did this for her, and she was grateful. She promised to call me, to tell me her decision. Under no circumstances, whe said, was she going back to the situation that bred her problems. She is one of the few patients who was truly aided, by two short sessions. Usually, this type of problem requires years, or at least months, of deep study.
I hope to hear from her soon, and I hope to hear good news.
CASE STUDY FIVE Subject: Ellie V. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ellie is a dark-haired beauty who seems to be hiding behind her long, brunette hair. Her big eyes peek out, and she is outspoken in a soft way, but she is obviously hiding in some ways, from the world. She appeared as -heduled, after a brief conversation on the hone, and wanted, in her own words to, "get wn to the meat of the problem." This led e to believe that she would be an easy bject, that her situation would be clearly " en, presented with accuracy and articulation.
The conditions that I later heard, explained well, why my expectations weren't met, why she was shy, reserved, and had to be prodded in order to get it out. Her problems were similar to many other problems presented in this case study book, but it was complicated by one strange factor. Ellie liked to be tied up for sex. It was the only way she could enjoy it. This baffled her, and probably disturbed her more than the fact that it was her own brother that was using her. Her interview reveals a lot about the functioning of the masochistic mind.
Doctor, my brother Brad is so great to look at that all the girl's at school fall all over him, and yet, when he's got the hots, he sneaks a quickie with me.
Isn't that strange? Well, if it is, I'm going to start at the beginning and it's going to get stranger. Here's how the situation started. Mother and dad are really busy people. I mean, they're active in the local church groups, the P.T.A., the auxiliary police and all that. They're really community-minded, and very conscious of their image.
That's why I have a car, and my brother Brad has a new sports car, and mother has her own car, and we live in this really nice house that is a bit too lavish. I guess if you had real taste, you'd think it was gauche,- but nobody in that town has real taste, so we're covered.
Well, anyway, this is before Brad and I were slipping in those quickies. We were out riding in this new sports car he had, and we came home rather early. Or actually, we weren't supposed to come home until the next day, because we were supposed to stay with some relatives in the downtown section, so that Brad could legally register the car bright and early the next day. But, we were tired, after cruising around for a few hours with the top down, so we just made it for the nearest bed. Sleeping bed, we thought.
Well, Brad didn't have to do this but he did. It was a test run, so that he would have some experience drifting in, when he was out late in his new car and didn't want the neighbors to know, let alone mother and father!
What he would do, when he "drifted in," was turn off the engine and lights, leaving on just the parking lights. Then, he'd simply go fast enough, so that when he got to our drive, he could coast the car right up to the spot he was going to leave it for the night.
Now, in the middle of a rural night, there is nothing that sounds or feels stranger than cruising up a long driveway and coasting to a halt, all without making a sound, so I was glad he was doing it. It was like a goof or something.
Well, we almost cracked into a big Olds that was parked where my brother was going to park, where he always parks. We noticed, in the dim light of the moon, that there was a lot of cars around us, some easy to recognize.
That was a strange night for us. We weren't supposed to be there, and we didn't know what was going on inside, but we both got the same vibrations.
"Let's push the car back to the street and sneak back," Brad said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Yeah!"
He pushed the car for a moment while I steered. The driveway is on an incline, and it was easy to roll down. We parked the car on the road, or right off the road, and we snuck back up the driveway.
Approaching the window, I started to tingle. I mean, I just knew something odd was going on in there! Oh, it was! It was!
When we first peeked in, we saw mother tied up, sitting in a chair, a red ball in her mouth, serving as a gag. Dad, was dressed in leather, and he even had a mask on. Brad knew it was him right away, although I couldn't tell. Oh, there were other men in the room, and other women. In fact, some of the most prominent citizens in our little town were in that room, and they didn't look anything like the people they were supposed to be.
There was even one of my old schoolteachers! Mr. Spiro. He was making it with my own mother. Not really making it, that is. What he was doing was, he was taking the gag out of her mouth and making her suck his cock.
When she pulled her head away, he would grab her by the hair and direct her head right where he wanted it. Father was sitting about five feet away from all this, and he was paying no attention at all.
Well, me and Brad were in these bushes, and were getting really shocked, but at-the same time excited.
After a little while, we saw dad make it with a woman who works at the County Clerk's office. I don't know her name, but she always dresses like an innocent country-pumpkin, and here she was, dressed in leather.
She had this halter, almost like a girdle, and it pushed her tits up. Then, on the very top, a leather halter around her neck, kept the girdle contraption from slipping down, so that her tits were really kind of forced up.
Dad turned around, after talking to someone in the chair who we couldn't see, and there she was, so he just pulled her towards him and started sucking on her tits which looked like ice cream cones, they were so pointy.
Anyway, dad started sucking her tits, and me and Brad thought they were going to fuck any moment, but instead, dad took her and stretched her out on the couch, and put hand-cuffs on her. Then, he tied her feet together, and during all this she didn't struggle at all.
When he had her the way he wanted her, he was handed a thin whip by one of the other men. He turned the woman over on her ass, and her rosy buttocks wasn't covered by the leather halter, so it was at his disposal.
Well, for a guy who never gave his own daughter even a slight spanking, he sure could swing that thing. Now, I could make out the woman's face pretty good, just by squinting and pressing my face to the glass. .
She was in pain! Let me tell you, Doc, it hurt. I mean, one would think that it would, but then, she didn't struggle. I got the feeling maybe they were only kidding or something. Looking close, I could see that they weren't kidding.
The whip wasn't cutting into her, really, but it was making her ass a rosy pink, and I could see her flinch when it came down on her. I got really scared. Mother was just a few feet away, and she was carrying on with Mr. Spiro.
"What the fuck do you make of this?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I'll bet they'd shit if they knew we were here," Brad said.
I looked at him and saw the smile.
"How can you think this is funny?" I asked. I was really shocked, and I didn't know how the hell I would ever look my parents in the eye ever again.
"It's nothing. It's just making me homy!" Brad said.
Well, that was a strange thing to say. Imagine getting homy watching your mother being beaten and forced to suck someone's cock, while your father is whipping another woman a few feet away. All around them there were people jumping on each other with whips, with leather outfits, the likes of which I've never seen.
Anyway, Brad kept saying he was homy, and right there, in the bushes that line the picture window, he starts grabbing my ass. Well, that was nothing new, but it had always been casual, in the name of fun, and I used to grab his cock right back!
We'd do that, and then we'd laugh. We were brother and sister, and we were close to each other, so the whole thing was just a goof for us. Anyway, that night, when Brad's hands grabbed my buttocks, it was more of a caress.
"What are you doing? Don't you know where that'll lead?" I said.
I was anything but homy, but then, as he started forcing the issue, I found that my own titilation distracted me from what was happening right in my own living room.
Brad told me that we'd have to leave there.
"If they catch us here, they won't know what to do. I mean, we know too much. They'll probably send us away to a boarding school or something if they know we know," he said.
We snuck down the driveway and got back in his car.
"Want to go to Cousin George's?" I asked. "No. Not after that!"
He started the car and took off. I didn't say anything, because I could see from his eyes that he was feeling really wild, and when my brother's like that, and he's driving, watch out.
He had a bottle in the glove box, and next think I know he's swigging brandy, juicing it up, the car moving at about ninety. Suddenly, we're way out of town, and he's going off the road. Now, this is a new car, and it should be babied, and Brad took it off the road at fifty and is tearing through the woods, so I know he's a little out of his mind at this point.
I didn't even want to ask him what he was doing, but I realized soon enough, when we came to this old mansion.
"Wow! I didn't know this was here!" I said. It was true. I was born just fifteen miles away, but you couldn't see this old building from the road, and there was no real entrance to the private road. That is, there was a road, but it hadn't been used in so long, you couldn't even see it.
"Come on!" he said, stopping the car and getting out.
"rXut who'se in there?" "Nobody. Come on!"
He walked away, and I didn't like standing there alone in the dark.
I ran and caught up with him, and we went into the old mansion together.
"Here's where I bring my chicks," Brad confided, and then he showed me around.
The place hadn't been lived in in over thirty years, and it was really crumbling, but, Brad had one room fixed up. It was the cellar room, and it was hard to find. You had to know about this trap-door.
"See, even if someone comes, they couldn't find us here. And, there's a tunnel that goes to the clearing we parked in," he said, pointing to a door in the cellar room.
I was impressed. I mean, I had no idea he was so slick, but then, I still wanted to know what his craziness was all about.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Watching what was going on at home, I got an idea!" he said, smiling, approaching.
"What kind of an idea?"
He grabbed me, and it was no friendly grab. He had my clothes off in a few moments, and he took out some leather thongs.
"Not you too?!" I cried.
He laughed and forced my hands behind my back, where he tied them tight. His next move, was to get me on this old mattress he had down there.
"What are you going to do?"
"Teach you what you have to know if you want to live in the same house as our parents."
I was shocked.
"I'm not so sure I do!"
He didn't seem to hear that. He rolled me over on my ass, and started to caress my buttocks, really kneading the skin, and bending down, biting the balls of my ass.
"I'm going to spank you," he said, literally licking and kissing my ass.
"Why?"
"Because you might like it!"
He got up, as though he'd had enough nonesense, and took off his belt. Standing above me, he looked very powerful, and stronger than he usually struck me as. Also, he looked brutal and mad, although I don't know what would have gotten him angry.
He hit me with the belt across the ass, and I was so shocked that I spun over on my ass, and was facing him. Brad didn't like that, and to prove it, he struck me with the belt, right across the breasts. Well, that made me turn over, giving him my ass again, and this time he really used that belt on me.
"Don't turn around or you're going to get it harder, baby!" he yelled.
I knew he wasn't the same Brad I knew, and I better do what he told me to do. I just perked my buttocks up like he wanted, and let him whip me.
He wasn't doing it consistantly hard. That is, first he'd really lay it down, and then he'd ease off. Sometimes, the belt just barely touched my ass, and sometimes it stung right into me.
After awhile, he put the belt down and turned me over. He'd tied my hands behind my back so tightly that they were losing circulation, and I asked him to loosen the leather thongs.
"Sure, just do what I tell you, and I can take them off. Get it?" he said.
I started to cry. It was just unbelievable that he'd do anything like that to me.
"Now you're going to kiss my cock, sis!" he said.
"Like hell!"
He grabbed me by the hair and seemed to control the direction my face was taking, making me look all around the room, up and down, and finally, at his big pulsing cock.
Well, I'd seen his cock enough times, but never like that. It was bigger than I thought it would be, I can tell you that!
"Brad, you shouldn't be doing this. You're acting just like them!"
Imagine what I was going through between Brad and what I'd seen at my parent's house. I was blown-away by the whole thing, confused as all hell.
"Kiss it!"
I let my lips touch his cock lightly. His fingers came down, one hand cupping my chin, and the other going further down, exploring my taut nipples.
With the hand he had on my chin, he seemed to be guiding my face. Soon, I found my lips sliding on and off his cock, and it was as though I had no control at all. I was totally baffled. I never gave a blow-job in my life, and I thought that was something a girl did to the man that she married, and nobody else!
Brad watched me sucking on him, and he started to make comments, and that's when I started to enjoy it.
"Sis, your lips suck so nice. They look so good wrapped around my cock, baby. You're the hottest bitch around, you little cunt. Suck on that fat dick!"
He started moving quicker and quicker, really slamming it home, and I was having a hard time keeping my head still.
"Now, baby, I'm going to teach you how to please me with your tongue!"
He'd stopped moving, and moved his cock just an inch from my lips.
"Stick your tongue out and lick it!"
I didn't do a thing, but then he pulled my hair tight, so I had to. I licked his cock, and he started moaning and whimpering. Finally, his come shot into my mouth, and as it happened, he took his cock out of my mouth, and got come all over me, all over my face and neck. He was really pumping that hot stuff all over me.
Well, then he let me go, although I was still tied up.
About an hour later, he tied me to the mattress in a spread position, my legs far apart, and fucked the shit out of me, really drove it into me. It was the strangest fuck. I wasn't a virgin, but I'd never been tied up before during sex. I found myself liking it, and I came three times in less than twenty minutes, which is incredible.
We left that old mansion feeling very close to each other, and laughing about the way I couldn't sit down on the seat because my ass was sore. It was really strange as hell.
When we got home, which was near morning, there was only my car, and the two big cars my folks drove. Me and Brad went in like nothing happened, and my parents were having breakfast on the patio in the rear. When we came out, they looked respectable and level, like we'd always known them. I wondered how they played it so smooth. It was really uncanny. Oh, is my time up? Alright Doc, I'll remember exactly where I am! Thanks!
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Doc, I was telling you how that whole thing changed our relationship. Brad and I got really close. We started to conspire, or at least I thought it was just Brad and I who were doing all the whispering and sneaking around.
Soon I found out that mother and father knew all that was happening. It happened like this. One Sunday afternoon, I was taking a sun bath in the backyard, in my skinny bikini, and mother came out to join me.
I was going to ask her about the lash marks on her buttocks, because the suit didn't hide them very well, but I figured I'd let her slide. I wanted her to think that I didn't know anything, that I was an innocent, sweet child. Meanwhile, Brad and I were having a ball, returning to his old mansion every other day or so. It was strange, but we were so close, and it was so good to be into a secret with him, and it did feel nice to get tied up.
You see, Doc? That's what worries me now. I mean, I could get some cock from anyone I wanted to, but I wouldn't let just any jerk tie me up. Too dangerous. So I started to chase Brad. I don't know why, but getting laid while tied up is a big turn-on for me. I can't figure out why.
Getting laid without being tied up seems bland, and I don't even come usually. When I'm getting laid, and being really dominated at the same time, I can really fuck, and maybe have a whole bunch of orgasms.
Anyway, mother was lying there, and I was going to ask her, but I decided to save her the hassle of having to bullshit me. Then, out of nowhere she says, "What are those marks on your body, Ellie?"
She turned me over on my stomack and looked at my buttocks. I realized something at that moment. When she first said it, she didn't know for sure if I did have any marks on me. She was bluffing. I should have guessed that Brad had told her, but I didn't. I swear I didn't.
I made up a story about getting bounced around in this guy's jeep when he went off the road. Does that sound like a reason to have your ass all welted up? I didn't think it was believable, but I said it, just to get her off my back.
"What about your ass?" I said, not knowing where the words were coming from.
I really didn't do it on purpose, but I guess that called her bluff, or at least put the pressure for an answer on her.
She didn't look pressured though. She looked like she thought the whole thing was just a big joke. She said that she got those marks for being a "bad little girl," and she just smiled.
That evening, after dinner, my father said that he'd like a word with me in the basement.
Well, let me tell you about the basement. Me and Brad aren't allowed down there, for the past five years, and we know nothing about what goes on down there, or at least I didn't.
I was so excited about finding out the mystery of the basement, I was overjoyed. "Sure! Let's go!"
I don't know how he read my delight. I don't know what he thought I knew. As far as I knew, he didn't know that I knew a thing. We went down into the basement, but the light was dim.
I only realized what I'd walked into, when I was well into it. The joint was set up like a Medieval torture chamber! Imagine that? There were racks, and whips, and all kinds of leather garments.
"What does this mean?"
"It means you're old enough to know about us. Brad knows, but he's a man. We were waiting until you got slick enough to keep a secret, but then Brad told us all about you."
"I guess Brad wasn't slick enough to keep a secret!"
"Not from us. Not from his own family." "Why are we here?" "Come here, Ellie."
My father's voice had a lot of authority in it, and I did what he said. I walked over to him, and he put hand-cuffs on me, then turned me around and placed me on what looked like an operating table.
He took a sharp knife and cut off my clothes, even my bra and panties.
"Hey, you paid for all those clothes," I said, trying to make sense. He was ruining perfectly good clothes.
"That means if I want to cut them off you I can," he said.
Well, I wasn't scared, but I did feel weird. I'd had fantasies about sleeping with him anyway, but never like this. I knew he was going to give me the works. I could feel it coming.
He spread me out on the table, my ass up in air, a pillow under my belly. My long hair was all over me and I could barely see what was going on around me, also, I was sweating so much that I couldn't focus at all. My face was just too wet.
Well, he started to spank me, telling me I was a naughty little girl. It started with his open palm, and I kind of liked that. I guess he didn't like the fact that I was enjoying it, moaning and whimpering instead of shrieking! All of a sudden, his belt comes off, and he is whipping my ass with fury.
"That hurts! Too hard!!"
"You just have to leam that this isn't a game, dearie!"
He swung that whip down on my ass until I couldn't even cry anymore. Then, he puts the whip down, and straddles my ass, sinking his cock into my pussy, which, to my surprise, was already pretty wet. I shook with pleasure as that thick cock entered me, and all of a sudden, I can feel his balls and his belly, slapping against me.
His belly was slapping my raw ass, and that hurt, so I began to cry again.
"Pain and pleasure at once, heh?" he said.
"What?"
He didn't answer, but then I realized that he'd set me up to feel both pain and pleasure at the same time. His cock going in and out was extrememly pleasant, but then, his belly on my raw ass hurt each time it slapped.
"Now rotate that hot little ass!"
I did what he said. It felt good. He put his hand on my clitoris, reaching around in front of me, and it was really alright. I came quickly, and when I did, I rewarded him by tightening up my pussy around his cock.
Father appreciated this. I could tell from the way he started driving it in, that he was really excited by the way I was flexing my pussy.
"Work on it, little girl!"
His hands reached around and grabbed my breasts, pushing them up and together. I didn't realize how small they were until I saw his big hands cover them completely. He seemed to pay special attention to my nipples, and he told me he loved the perky, pale buttons.
"I'm going to come inside your oven, Ellie!" he moaned, digging that cock into me.
"Oh, let me have it!"
His come really felt great, as his cock started to shiver and shake, as his thick seed spurted into me. It was really great, and I came right along with him.
After that, he untied me and put me on his lap as though I was about five years old.
"Now be a good little girl, and I'll see to it that if you're not, you'll be punished."
That was when I realized he was out of his mind. I mean, he was living in this strange fantasy.
I guess I should have known it right away, but then, it was all so new to me.
Well, that's how the situation stands now. Mother and dad have let me and Brad attend their festivals, and the action gets rather strange, but it's exciting. Am I sick, Doc? CONCLUSION Ellie's case brings up a certain issue that hasn't been dealt with. If brutality, and bondage and whipping is certainly brutality, becomes the norm, are the people who indulge in it sick? This question sheds light on the word "sick." When we, in our culture use this word, what we mean is, "not like us." Once we can comprehend what's going on, it's no longer sick.
A professional question arose. Do I tell this young girl that she shouldn't worry about it? Should I tell her that if both parties consent, there is no reason for adults to do, or not do, anything. It's all a matter of opinion, all relative.
CASE HISTORY SIX Subject: Judy W. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This pretty little brunette girl came to my office one evening just as I was about to leave. She seemed deeply troubled, and when I (inquired as to the nature of her distress, she asked if I would consider breaking my schedule, and staying for one session with her.
She mentioned the name of one of my former patients, and showed me one of my own cards, which she had acquired for purposes of seeking help.
The right time is very often not the most convenient time, and although I had a fine dinner waiting for me not too far from my office, I sensed that, at this moment, this little girl would tell me more than she would in a month's therapy, with her composure regained. I decided to make the sacrifice and stay an extra hour in my office. I'm sure the reader will find my hour of taping this transcript, as interesting as I did.
Judy has fallen victim to bondage and discipline, performed on her by adult males in her own family. In many ways she mirrors the other cases in this study, and in many ways, her problems are uniquely her own.
The fact that she herself was seeking aid, indicated two things. First of all, she wanted to help herself, and second of all, she was desperate, and needed to help herself. Her complexities are baffling.
Judy went to a school for gifted girls, and is quite poised and articulate. Her family is upper middle class, and possibly very wealthy. They are prominent citizens in their community, and live under an aura of respectability. It is under this frail umbrella that Judy grew up, that her problems sprung forth.
She was most willing to talk, after a valium to calm her nerves, and some weak coffee. Her words raise new complications, in the issues studied in this case book.
I guess it's usually wise to start at the beginning, but we happen to be lucky, Doc, in that this is the beginning, and I can begin an accurate catalog of what's bothering me, by starting with this last month that just passed. As you know, it's summer vacation, and most kids are home from school.
Well, I got home around three weeks ago, expecting what I always get at home. Serenity, peace, indifference, which can be a blessing if you want peace, and some normality. That's what coming home always meant to me.
I've been going to boarding schools since I was ten. My parents think it's better for me, but actually, it's better for them. I don't mean to sound mad about it, because actually, I get bored at home after a short period, and only look forward to it when I'm bored with school.
I guess I could talk about my school experience, although it has little to do with the trauma that resulted when I came home for the summer break.
In school, I was having a fling with a little butch named Mary, who looks like a man, and over-does it enough sometimes to make herself believable. She even has a strap-on cock, and she uses it sometimes to have a go at one of the girls, if they're willing. I am one of the girls who are usually willing, because there are no boys at the school, and it's kind of hard to be my age and not have anyone to flirt with.
Anyway, the day before I left, Mary, who is usually very gentle and kind, told me that she was in love with me and didn't want me to go. I was really shook. I mean, I'd enjoyed Mary's strap-on, but I hardly thought of her as a guy. How could she feel anything for me? I was baffled, and I guess I laughed. That was my very first experience with violence. When I laughed, Mary got very pissed. Now, we were in a private room, and the door was locked, and I thought something strange was happening, when she turned the record player up all the way, but I wasn't sure what.
She turned and looked at me, her short-cut hair, her cocky eyes, weighing me, the way men do. I know I'm very pretty because boys always tell me that, and girls don't like me.
I enjoy being sexy, and that's why I wear I my hair so long and wear clothes that reveal my breasts and hips. But, here I was with Mary, wondering what the hell was going to come next.
"C'mere, bitch!" she said.
Mary has a cruel voice, but I always thought that I was one of the people who saw right through it. Well, this time I must have been looking somewhere else. That bitch was going to lay it on me, nail me one, and I thought she was just being a little dramatic.
"You're going home tomorrow, huh?" she said, grabbing me by the collars, like a truck driver would grab someone in the movies.
"Well, yeah!" I said.
"Why not stay and do the summer session, with Mary and her rubber cock?" Mary asked.
Actually, I didn't want to see another rubber cock for as long as I lived. Imagine this, Doc. I haven't been a virgin in a year, and yet, I never had a real cock in me. Always rubber! Always that damn artificial cock!
You know what boarding schools are, don't you, Doc? They're prisons for mean kids. That's what all the kids say, and they're the only ones who'd know for sure.
Well, I laughed, as I said, because I didn't realize how serious Mary was.
"Oh, come on Mary. You'll find some new virgins to deflower," I said.
"I want you, you bitch!"
Now, Mary calls everyone a bitch, so it's really hard to tell if she's angry or what. I mean, she always acts tough as nails, and it's hard to see where it's coming from! "Judy, I want you to unpack your bags and call your parents. Tell them you have to do the summer session. Then, I'll go with you and help you register."
I looked at poor Mary. I could understand her anger. Nobody wants to be there in the summer, let alone in the winter, but what could I do? I shook my head to indicate no, that I would be going home as planned, and then Mary swung at me, hit me in the stomach, making me double over.
She pushed me over onto the bed and started pulling off my clothes. Now, usually with Mary, although she's coarse as hell, she's gentle once she gets down to the flesh. This time, she was trying to prove something! She wanted me to see that she could dominate me!
"Get down on that bed, bitch!"
She threw me down and jumped on top of me, treating me rough.
"What's with you, Mary?"
Mary didn't answer. She just grabbed my long hair, and held me to her crotch.
"Lick it, you bitch!"
Her hands came down and started to pinch my nipples, but I mean hard! It hurt like hell. She was tossing me around, throwing me all over the bed, and the music was on so loud I knew nobody could hear me yell.
"What do you want?"
"Lick it!"
Well, licking cunts has never been my favorite way of passing time. I wanted a man. I mean, all that sex and never once did I have a man. That's no shape for a girl to be in. I held my nose and closed my eyes, and lapped at Mary's pussy, so that maybe she'd stop pulling ray hair.
I knew she was coming, because I could feel the quivering of her thighs, and then they closed on my head, tightly. I was. gasping and moaning, her wetness all over me. She released me, but only to turn me on my stomach and rape me in the ass with her strap-on.
Now, at the time I didn't know what a real cock felt like,. and that strap-on was the hottest thing that ever came my way. Many nights, I looked forward to it, but that night, before going home, I'd been thinking that I'm going to get laid on this vacation, by a real man, or at least a boy.
I didn't want any part of Mary's old dildo. Try telling that to a bitch like Mary.
She came up from the rear, sticking that nine inch spike deep in my pussy and working on me until I had to beg her to stop. You see, she can go forever. She just gets off on watching a girl suffer under her, try to keep up with her.
"Move that little ass, bitch!"
Mary loves my ass. She's always grabbing it in the hallway, and I know she talks about my body a lot to the other girls. I do have a nice body, though, so I never let it bother me. I mean, if you're built right, people notice.
Anyway, lying on the bed with that rubber cock inside me, and her brutal fingers reaching around me, squeezing my nipples and not even bothering to rub my clitoris, which she knows I like, I wanted to be home even worse than before. I let Mary fuck me, and I didn't even say boo when she took that rubber cock out of my pussy and stuck it in my ass.
I tried to look at it as good practice, for when I go home and find some kid in the neighborhood, and let him fuck the shit out of me.
Anyway, Mary fucked me good that day, in the pussy and asshole, and had me eat her. That's what I was recovering from, when I got on the old Greyhound for home.
Dad picked me up at the station, and drove me home, his usual professional courtesy making him seem like an animated stick figure.
We got home, and mother was as warm as you can be with an ice cube up your ass, but that wasn't what I was worried about. That wasn't even why I was home. What I wanted, what I needed, was a boy, a man!
That evening, I heard my parents looking out on the terrace. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were whispering, so I assumed that it was about me, and I got up close, behind the drapes, like I used to do when I was a little kid.
"Do you think it would make her sick?" mother asked.
"Since when does that make anyone sick? Anyway, she must have had some experience up at that school, don't you think?" father said.
"I doubt it!"
"Don't be so naive."
"But there are no men up there!" mother let out.
"Janice, you know very well that there are men all over, or at least dildos."
I was stunned. How did father know about rubber cocks? I mean, he had his own, and he didn't need one, so what the hell would he even know about them for? "But that kind of party gets out of hand sometimes. You said that yourself, Jack!" mother said.
"Janice, she's a pretty little girl. St op trying to protect her. I'll discuss it with her."
"Well, alright. I have to go and do some things in town anyway, so why don't you clear it up, right now?" mother said.
Mother got up and put a spring coat on, and I saw her walk towards the garages. I wondered what father was supposed to talk to me about.
I managed to sneak out from behind the drapes, and beat it up to my room. I waited there, sure that father would be making his way up soon to lay it on me, whatever it was.
Actually, I felt kind of good. I mean, at least they were thinking of me. They usually operate around me strictly, and that's enough to make you feel like shit, if you know what I mean? So father, Jack, comes up to my room, and he says he wants to have a talk to me. I was wearing a housedress, and he happened to notice that I was black and blue a little around my neck, you know, like from a hicky? Well, I closed the neck of the dress when I noticed him looking at it, but he didn't seem upset.
"I see you're growing up," he said, and he forced the neck of the dress back and examined my purple mark.
"Who did that?"
He stunned me, caught me off my guard.
"Ah..I don't know how that got there, dad," I said, sounding about as believable as I could.
"I'll bet I know how it got there. Somebody sucked on your little neck. And I can tell why they did!"
"Why?" I asked, totally shocked.
"Because you're such a pretty little girl, Judy. Give me a hug."
Jack pulled me into his arms, and he let his hands wander over my body, which he'd never done before. I was so stunned I just watched his big hands fill up with my breasts, and move down to my crotch.
I did open my legs, but only because he kind of pried them open with his hand, very suddenly, and all at once, his finger was on my brown bonnet.
During all of this, he smiled and cooed at me, calling me his little girl, and stroking my neck. I wondered if mother, if Janice, knew what he was going to do. Well, they had been discussing me. I assumed that this was what they were discussing. I let him stroke my bush, and it was damn nice to have the feel of a real man.
He's not a boy, Jack! He's my father, and he's a man. That, in itself, really got me horny, and I started to pant and whimper, almost at once.
"You're a hot one. I knew you'd be, Judy."
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"I waited a long time for this!"
He let his index finger penetrate my pussy, and he pushed me back, spreading me out on the bed. He was stretched out alongside me, and he began letting his tongue lick at my body, over my breasts, over my stomach. All this time, his little fingers are working on my clitoris and pussy.
I had an orgasm in a few moments. I mean, Mary might be the queen of the butch-hop, but she didn't come near his skill, his strength.
"Ohhhhh. That feels so nice!" So far, I hadn't given a thing. I was just receiving. He was just sort of taking care of me, getting me warmed-up. He hadn't even taken off his own clothes, and was fully dressed.
Then, Jack spread my legs wide and stuck his head in my crotch, doing just what Mary had me do to her, only Jack did it right, and to me!
He certainly knows how to twiddle a twat, and his tongue beat at my clitoris, until I was begging him to stop. He didn't! He held me firmly down, and made sure I had a thundering orgasm, before he let me up.
When he did let me up, I was panting and moaning, my breasts heaving with the passion of the moment.
"Wow! That was teriffic!"
He let me rest in his arms for a few moments, and then he told me that I was his sweet child. He coddled me and told me that he was really glad I was home this time. He said that it'd be different this vacation than it ever was before, because I was a young lady now, and not a child!
"Wow!"
Then, he got passionate, and when that happened, I noticed a distinct change in him. He warmed me slightly.
"Judy, I want you to please me now. I have to warn you, that I treat little girls and women a little rough. You think you can handle it?"
Imagine? All I wanted was a cock in me, and here was my own father, and Jack is one goodlooking man, asking me if I thought I could handle it!
I looked down, blushing.
"I'll try!"
"Good little girl!"
That was the last kind thing he said. The next thing I know, he grabs me and spins me on my stomach, and then gets up by the top of the bed, spreading his legs in a V that put my head in the center.
"Now, kiss it and suck it in, Judy!"
I was more than happy to suck on a real cock instead of my damn thumb. I took that big cock right in my mouth and sucked on it like sucking cock was all I ever did. It was a thrill alright, and I noticed that everything I did with my tongue made him jump for joy.
Man, did I feel powerful. It was like, all I had to do was swirl my tongue, and my father took off into a series of jerks and moans.
Then, the action got very strange. He started mumbling to me.
"Suck on my cock, you sweet little bitch. I've been waiting for those little lips on my cock for a long time. I had to wait until Janice and you were ready, but now you really are.
Let your tongue twirl on it, little baby, and I'll give you a mouthful of hot cream!"
Well, I could see he meant what he said, and I was kind of excited, even though I never had a mouthful of hot cream, and only had a vague idea what he was talking about.
Suddenly, he got really brutal, his fingers coming down and squeezing my tits even harder than Mary had done, and his cock pounding a hot tempo into my mouth.
He had to put both hands on my face, on my cheeks, to keep me in place so that he could slide that hot cock in and out of my mouth.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned.
I couldn't talk with my mouth full of his cock, but I wanted him to know that I enjoyed servicing him.
"Look at me, Judy. I want those big blue eyes on me!" he moaned, cupping my chin and forcing me to look at him.
It's hard to look at a man when you're sucking his cock, Doc! I guess you don't know that, but it is. I mean, it is the first time. Jack was a far cry from Mary.
I felt his cock twitching in my mouth, and he was still mumbling about how sweetly textured my lips were, and how nicely they fit around his cock.
"Now drink it down, little girl!" he moaned, softly, but not without passion.
I felt the first couple of spurts, and I wondered how much of this sweet hot cream was going to come, but I was determined to do what an experienced woman would do, and I held on.
Now, that was a heavy orgasm. I mean, I could feel the come filling up my mouth, and then, when I thought another drop would sink the ship, it just kept pouring out, in jets.
"Hmmmmmph!" I moaned, not able to talk.
He was holding me tightly by my chin and forehead, watching as his hot come shot into my mouth, and he wouldn't let me move. I was surprised he was holding me so tightly, and than I realized that passion had made him different from the man I knew.
I decided, that when he wasn't on fire from desire, I'd treat him as dad, and when he was, I would treat him as Jack. Jack would be my hot-blooded lover, and dad would be my father.
I don't think I decided all that on purpose. I mean, that was just the way it worked when I started thinking about it. That was like, how do you say it? Intuitive! That was just an idea that happened.
Well, he hadn't done anything really strange yet, so I didn't know what to expect on this summer vacation, except that I already got laid by a real man.
I felt great. I knew it would happen, but I didn't think it would be so easy.
After Jack had me lick his cock off, he spun me around and mounted me from the front, telling me I was his soft little baby doll.
You see? He'd be real sweet one moment, and then, he'd be yelling at me.
"Tighten up that pussy for me, bitch!"
Well, his cock was big, but it wasn't as big as Mary's rubber cock, so I could tell what he needed, and I made my pussy so tight he took off in me, going like a motor.
I watched him raise himself up on his arms. It was like he was doing push-ups.
Just as he was about to come, as he was holding my head back, licking my neck, sucking on my nipples, whimpering and moaning, mother walks in.
"Well, is that the way you're going to talk to her?" Janice said, sounding really mad.
"It just happened, Janice!" father said.
"You just made it happen, Jack. An innocent girl like that, and your own daughter."
Jack really was mad, although he wasn't sure what to do about it. Mother looked at me, and then she did something I wasn't ready for at all. She picked up one of my belts, that was lying on a piece of furniture, and she told me to stick my rump up. "What?"
The belt cracked across the front of my thighs, and I couldn't believe what she was doing. It didn't make sense. It was really crazy of her to be so brutal, but I guess she was mad. Her composure was gone, really gone.
"What are you doing?"
"Turn over on your ass, or you get it on your legs where it'll show!"
That was when Jack should have hopped in and broken it up, but you know what? He just sat down and watched. He even lit a cigarette and made himself comfortable.
Janice whipped my raw ass for five minutes, letting me moan and cry. Everytime I tried to get up she just beat me back down, and I cooperated because I didn't want to be bruised anywhere where it would show.
She let me have it good, swinging that belt like a maniac. I wanted to keep my breasts covered, because I couldn't tell if the belt was making marks or what. "You little slut!" she screamed.
I held my breath for about five more minutes, and then the strangest thing happened. Jack, who'd been passively watching, jumped on Janice, forced her to the ground.
"She's crazy. Go in my top dresser and bring me the bracelets," he said to me.
I didn't know what he was talking about, with all this shit about bracelets, but I knew where his top drawer was. I ran, happy to get away. Anything that looked like bracelets, I would just bring him.
Handcuffs! That was what was in his top drawer. I almost had a shit-fit, but then, Jack was always a symbol of authority, and I followed his instructions. If he said he wanted the bracelets, that was what he was going to get.
I brought him the handcuffs. Janice was on the floor, and I could see she had a gag on her mouth. When I handed Jack the cuffs, he moved her hands behind her back and put them on.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Have to teach this bitch a lesson," Jack said. He pulled on her hair and made her lift her head. Janice was crying, begging for mercy.
"You're going to get it now, bitch!"
He picked her up, carried her to his bed, and threw her down.
"Come and watch, Judy. I want you to see what happens to a woman in this house, who gets out of line."
I went willingly, out of curiosity. You see, through the whole thing, I got the feeling that they were only kidding, that it was all for my benefit, or at least something that the both agreed to let each other do to each other.
I wasn't sure about that, naturally, but that was the feeling I had.
I watched him throw Janice to the bed and start to beat her with his belt. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and there was little she could do. When he felt like it, he took the gag off of her mouth, and told her that she had to suck his cock.
"I don't want to!"
He slammed her so hard her ears must have rang! Then, making her amiable with that wallop, he got his cock sucked, and instead of coming in her mouth, he pulled out and came all over her, all over her face and neck.
He turned to me. Janice was whimpering and moaning.
"That's what happens if anyone, any woman, gets out of line around here," he said, threatening.
It's a strange thing to see your own mother get beaten like that, but you know, I had the distinct feeling that, with all the moaning and whimpering, she was digging the hell out of it!
Jack was looking mean, but in a way, it was so out of character. It was like, when he was full of passion, he was one way, and when he was cool, he was himself. Very strange. I went to bed that night knowing that this was going to be the strangest holiday I'd ever had.
Well, Doc, I can see you're shot. I know you must have a hard day listening to all this. Imagine what a priest goes through? Well, I'll make an appointment, and come back when it's convenient for you. I'll be available for the rest of the summer, and perhaps a little longer. Thanks. I feel better, just in getting it off my chest.
INTERVIEW TWO
Doc, I felt better when I left last week. You know, sometimes just talking will really help. I mean, I started to see things objectively, telling them to a stranger. It was like, I had to analyze the situation through your ears.
Strange things are still happening at home, and in a way I'm glad that I'll be returning to school. Even with all the weird gay girls at school, and that awful rubber cock, I won't have to put up with the constant brutality.
What's happening lately, is that Janice seems to have this spanking fetish. She just loves to spank me, and looks for the most silly excuses, and then, when she gets a reason to get mad, she tells me to wait until my father gets home, like I was five years old and daddy was a beast.
Jack would come home, and then she'd tell him that I had to be punished.
It's like a play, Doc. Ill use a night that happened last week as an illustration of how it works. Janice gets pissed at me for not keeping my blinds drawn at night, or something stupid like that. She tells me that when daddy comes home my ass is hers, and then she gets real nice and we have a nice quiet day together. Then, as though Jack's arrival kicked in a new gear, the moment he would arrive, she'd say, "You know what that little bitch did today?" Jack would ask what? Janice would sound real annoyed, and tell Jack that I deserved a good spanking. The next move would be to the bedroom, where Janice would strap me down to the bed.
Now this was a careful ritual. She'd use these things to tie my ankles and wrists down and then she'd put this high pillow under my ass, so that it was up in the air.
Then, with Jack sitting there, smoking a cigarette, Janice would start her business with the belt, making my ass raw. The other night my ass was raw when she started, and I was really crying and moaning when Jack finally grabbed her hand, told her that was enough, and started to beat her up, to show her he meant business, or at least that's what he was supposed to be showing her.
Now, Jack has beaten me up a little, and I know he can really hurt when he swings his belt, but the way he beats mother is far worse than the way he beats me.
He tied her up so that her tits were really jutting out, so that her ass was almost covered with ropes, except for the balls of her buttocks, which were bulging out, really bulging from the strain.
Then, her hands are tied in such a way, that she can barely move. She looses all mobility, from having them tied behind her back, and she can't even move away from him when he takes off on her.
That's just how he gets started. Jack doesn't use the belt that much, or at least, only when he's too lazy to go and fetch his whip.
This time, he had me go and get it for him, and I ran, thinking that if I didn't get it to him quickly, he might use it on me.
Like I said, when he's hot like that, he's not the father I know. He was really blazing the other night, and I went and fetched that whip really quickly.
When I got back to him, he had removed the ball he'd placed in Janice's mouth, and was making her take his big cock into her mouth.
"Watch her! She's learning not to beat up her sweet little daughter!" Jack said.
I nodded my head. I mean, what do you say to something like that? Well, he made her suck his cock for a long time, and I imagine her jaw was really hurting. I watched her face get redder and redder, her nostrils flaring, her eyes rolling back in her head as though she was clouding up and couldn't even think straight.
It was really strange. I started feeling sorry for her, although I got the feeling that if I acted that way, Jack wouldn't like it, and he just might kick my ass for me.
I didn't want that. I knew ail about that because I'd had enough from Janice. Besides, the bitch, even if she is my mother, was tough on me with that damn belt.
I watched his whip strike her flesh, which was jutted out to him, waiting for his lash. You should have seen her shiver each time that lash fell. She almost jumped out of her skin each time.
After he'd whipped her good, he took his big cock out of his pants.
"I'm going to give her a deep sting, Judy," he told me, smiling at me as he said it. He was going to lay it into her, and I could tell that was coming.
He picked up the whip again, and spun her around, using her hair as a handle. She screamed when he did that, but she screamed worse when the whip went across her big breasts, raising little lines of blue flesh.
Jack laughed at her, then spun her around on her ass again.
"I'm going to fuck her ass!"
I gasped, but I didn't let him see that I was shook up at all. I mean, why cause a stir? If he sees I don't like what he's doing when he's all hot like that, I get it too!
I played it cool, let me tell you. I just sat down and watched.
What Jack did to Janice wasn't very nice at all, and I did feel sorry for her. Imagine this! Her ass is red, and kind of raised in thin lines from the lash. It's a special lash that father had made for him. It doesn't cut in, but it does hurt, and it leaves marks that last for about a week.
Well, her buttocks was covered with these welts, and all of a sudden, he just took off, his cock sliding into her ass from the rear. He began to fuck her from the rear, driving it in deep. Now, you have to remember that everytime his cock drew down into her pussy, his belly slapped against that raw ass. It was incredible. It was really a painful thing for her, and I could see that right away, but I held my peace.
Jack held onto her hips, for traction, and he bore down on her with all his might, telling her to tighten that ass for him. He said he wouldn't come until she had it just right.
"Rotate and tighten, Janice, or you'll be taking it in the ass all night!"
I could see she didn't want that, and I couldn't blame her at all. Well, it did take some time, but I watched his passion mount.
"I'm coming you bitch! Keep that ass tight and drink it down with your cunt!"
He started moaning, digging his cock in deeper and deeper, holding onto her so tight I knew his hands would leave marks on her. It was incredible, how violent he was getting.
Like I said, Doc. When he's horny, he's like someone else. It's an incredible thing to watch.
Anyway, as he's ready to come, he takes his cock out of her ass, and he holds it firmly in his fist, shooting the hot come all over her back and shoulders, spinning her around and shooting more on her face and breasts.
Janice's breasts were covered with welts, sweat, and come, and sne looked like she'd had it.
He grabbed her by the hair and picked her face up to his.
"I'm going to cut you loose, bitch. Go take a shower and be in bed in twenty minutes!" he said.
She looked like she could barely move, but she got right up and left the room. A few moments later, I heard the shower go on. I was really surprised. She must really be afraid of him, if she even found the strength to move like that.
He turned to me.
"If she ever beats you like that again, you tell me and I'll fix that bitch!"
He turned and left the room.
I couldn't sleep. I felt like hell. I snuck into the bathroom and took one of Janice's Valiums, and I still couldn't level off. I don't know if I ever will.
I've spent the last few days at a friend's house, but I'm going back home tomorrow. It might turn out to be a long summer, Doc. What should I do? CONCLUSION Judy is a smart young lady, and I'm sure her family's status, financially, will keep her out of serious mischief, or at least lessen the consequences of such mischief. She doesn't seem to be particularly drawn to S and M, but at the same time, she must be influenced by her own family.
Perhaps, when she goes back to school, she will teach Mary about real brutality. Or, perhaps she will be so sickened by the whole thing, that she will avoid it at all costs.
In a case like this, much is still in the air. Judy has the independence to not live at home if she prefers, because her parents have always spoiled her, and if she wanted to go to [a college in another state, they would welcome the idea. They seem to have their own idea of kicks anyway, and if she didn't swing with their fantasy, she'd just be in the way.
What is striking here, is that up until this very summer, Judy had no idea what her parents were really like. This is not as uncommon as it appears to be, but every instance of it never fails to startle me.
Judy's observation about Jack was correct, when she said that, "He's like someone else when he's full of passion." That is what happens in cases of extreme sexual fetishism.
The individual might act at cross-purposes, totally counter-productive to his real self. This indicates, a loss of touch with one's self, and is the real danger of S and M.
The gratification becomes the only factor, and the means, the motives, take a back seat. Whenever this happens, the individual usually pays a heavy price after it's all said and done.
I told Judy that she should hold on until she goes back to school, avoiding the action her parents seem to find so amusing. She said that it might be harder to do than it sounded. The true question is, does she want to avoid it?
CASE HISTORY SEVEN Subject: Donna F. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This interview involves a young girl who is, and tries to look like, a tramp. I include it, because this young lady serves to illustrate the type of girl who, when met with abuse by her parents, finds it not only stimulating, but in keeping with her general view of how life should be.
Naturally, she is not to blame. Her parents brought her up to value coarse strength and force, and it is the only thing that excites her. She is big-boned and fleshy, although very pretty, and would probably be quite pretty if she didn't have a cruelness about her lips.
I found it rather un-nerving to sit there with her, and as a result, grew more and more interested. The transcripts are scattered, because her thought processes are somewhat random, with incidents triggering at random, with an absence of chronology. I find this to be an interesting symptom too, although I cannot be specific in locating the trauma behind it.
Donna is a tall girl, with short-cut blonde hair. She is pretty, but as I've stated, in a tough way. Her charms as a little girl are strictly limited. She just doesn't look like she was ever a little girl.
Her parents are gypsies, if that means anything. It certainly doesn't imply that brutality is often found in that particular group of people, for certainly they have never started a war, or even a national incident.
What her being a gypsy means, is that the norms of our society, do not run counter, to the norms of her own. This factor fogs the clarity I would have with one who was of the same general background as myself. Working under this limitation, I invited her to begin.
Doctor, you must have the softest job in town. You know, some people really work for a living? I mean, 111 bet if you had to load a truck you'd pass out and have to be carried away.
Anyway, I can't help you. We're here to see if you can help me. I guess you know that I had to come here. I mean, I wouldn't do this on my own. I have a social worker assigned to this gang I'm in, and he told me that I had to show up here, so here I am. Now, that doesn't mean that I'm always where I should be, but dig this! I'm curious. I want to know what kind of bullshit you're going to lay on me.
You want me to talk! Well then, I'll talk. I have no shame Doc, and I can lay it out for you. I'm one tough bitch, and my father, Wolf, he made me that way, and I love him for it.
You know what it's like to be poor, Doc? Don't even answer. You should ask me about that. It's tough. We're on the road all the time you know. Mother does her fortune telling.act. That's crap. Nobody ever told me it was crap, but did you ever hear of one gypsy reading the other's fortune? No! Gypsies don't hype each other, only the gullible get hyped.
Anyway, my social worker said that what you wanted to talk to me about was my sexual habits. Ha! I'll bet! You ever get horny, Doc? I have nice tits, don't I? Here, 111 open my blouse for you to see.
Doesn't that nipple look inviting? Come on, Doc! Admit that you'd like to tie me up and suck on my nipples and make me do whatever you wanted me to do. It's only natural. You want to dominate me. That's what everyone's game is. Well, let me tell you, you have to be tough.
Now, I'm just sixteen now, but when I was fourteen, my father used to come home with women he'd pick up off the streets, and fuck them right in front of me and my mother. I mean, we only had one room because there was never a whole lot of money around. He'd usually pick up some drunk slut, take her to our room, throw her on the bed, and jump on her. If Maria, my mother, tried to get in his way, out would come the whip, and Maria would feel the sting of the Wolf's mighty arm.
They called him the Wolf in that little slum we grew up in, in New York, because, it was said that if you angered him, he'd come for you in the night like a wolf, and nobody would ever see you again.
That was my father. Still is! People are afraid of him, Doc. I'm not though. He taught me how to be tough, and he's fucking proud of me! He knows I can take it. Want to know how he taught me? Alright.
One night he comes home, and I remember it was a Friday, because it was one year that he'd been let out of jail. Maria was in her store front, hussling some rich bitch, and I was alone with Wolf.
There wasn't one woman in that damn neighborhood that wouldn't have given her teeth to be alone with the Wolf, even if he did strike fear into them. There's a reason. You see, when Wolf took a woman, the woman's husband had to forgive her, or go and look for Wolf. Most of them chose to forgive their mates, and go on as though nothing ever happened. That way, he had all the pussy he wanted. Nobody ever crossed him, and they still don't.
Well, anyway, I was just fourteen, and Woif looked at me strange. "Come here!"
I walked over to him. I was pleased. He usually ignored me, except to ask me to bring him tilings.
"What?"
"Let me see your body!"
He reached out and ripped the thin cotton blouse off me, and my big breasts were in his hands. He was really rough with mem, and I could see that he was getting hot.
"Wolf has no desire for a woman tonight!
You will be my little girl tonight!"
"But you're my father!"
Well! He laid a slap on my face that made my head turn almost completely around. From that point on, I was a good little girl and did what he said, I mean I didn't want more of the same.
"Get down on all fours like a bitch!" he bellowed.
You better believe I did just what he said. He ripped my skirt off with" one mighty motion of his hand, and I was down on the thin rag of a rug on the floor, waiting for whatever happens next.
I'd seen the Wolf treat women rough, but I didn't think he'd do it to me. I thought I was his little girl, and he'd treat me like that.
Well, fat chance!"
He didn't even take his big boots off or get undressed during the whole thing, which was common with him. He waited until I was down on the ground like a dog, and he got his cock out and got behind me, moving closer, mounting me slowly, his fingers working on my taut nipples, pinching them really hard, scaring me, but toughening me up at the same time.
I felt his cock sliding around down in my bush. He was rubbing on my clicker, and getting my pussy wet. I was a virgin, but I'd stuck my own fingers in there, and I knew that if they felt good a cock would have to feel better. Also, this was Wolf's cock.
All I know, is that every woman who the Wolf ever dragged home, always came back for more, no matter how bad he beat her, or how her husband threatened her.
They knew that their husbands wouldn't do anything, and they knew, I suppose, that he was a cunt-fucking animal. They seemed to all want another taste, after that first.
I wondered why. I mean, he wasn't kind to them. It must have been the v/ay he used his cock. That cock was right there between my legs, getting me wetter every moment, and soon, he was jabbing it in my virgin hole from the rear.
He straightened out and began to bump it in, holding my ass in his big hands, and forcing that hot thick cock all the way into my pussy.
I started to cry and he laughed, and told me to give him a good ride or I'd have something to cry about. I'd heard him say that to other girls, and usually when he was in that kind of mood, the shit really fell.
I was hoping he'd be easy on me, on his daughter. Well, he fucked me sore, and he was really hard on my tits, cupping them so tightly I almost passed out from the pain.
"You're hurting me!"
"Move that ass, you sweet little bitch!"
I rotated my ass and tightened my pussy for him. I wanted him to enjoy it.
Also, his cock was so big and thick it made me tingle everytime he moved it in and out. It was great, really great. I wanted to watch his face, but he was behind me. I'd seen him do this to enough girls to know what his face probably looked like.
I imagined him, his veins popping out on his forehead, his sweat all over his face. He didn't take his clothes off for sex, and still doesn't. To him, it's like taking a piss. You take your cock out, do what you have to do, and then put your cock away. He doesn't even wash afterwards. I think he washes about once a--week, and he must fuck at least four women a week.
Anyway, that's all beside the point. What I was feeling at that moment, was good. First of all, he was manipulating my clicker with his finger, and second of all, his cock is big and slick, and he really knows how to swing it in and out of a pussy!
When he was about to come, he got really rough and started squeezing my nipples too hard, and I started to cry. Wolf started licking at my tears and telling me I was his little hot bitch!
He came, and pushed me away from him. He wiped his cock off with a rag and told me that I was better than he thought I'd be.
"That was good!" I said.
I was smiling, still sitting on the floor, his come dripping out of me.
"Yeah, that was good. The Wolf is always good!" he said.
A horn blew outside on the street and he went to the window. It was some friends of his, and he said he'd be down in five minutes.
"Dont tell Marie or I pull out your teeth, bitch!" he said, walking out the door.
I smiled. I wouldn't be telling anyone. It was great, and I was more proud of him than I ever was.
INTERVIEW TWO
Hey, Doc, I'm surprised you want to speak to me after last week. I said some lousey things, and I even made you peek at my nipples. Shit, I can be a real bitch, but that's what I am, so if that's really what you're interested in, there it is for you, man!
So I was telling you about Wolf, my father. Man, that was when I was just a kid. I mean, I feel much older now. Now, when Wolf wants to fuck me, I know what he wants. I was only fourteen the first time.
Let me tell you about the time Maria caught us. Wolf came home from the bar, and he'd just lost fifty dollars so he was sitting and drinking and pissed as hell.
I came in and he told me to sit on his lap. I went right over.
'Wolf fucked-up today, little Donna," he said, with a soft tone in his voice that I could hardly believe.
I could see that he was sad, and I asked if there was anything that I could do. Wolf smiled at me, and ran his thick thumb over my lips, parting them slightly.
"Put Wolf's cock in there!" he said.
I didn't hesitate, because if I did he'd be dragging my face down into his crotch. I bent down. He was on an old wooden chair, and I got on the floor before him. I unzipped his pants, and his big cock stood up, pointing right up to my lips.
I licked it and tasted piss, but this was no time to be squeamish, with him watching me, stroking my hair like I was a baby girl.
"Suck it. Make it slide into your mouth!"
I did just what he said, feeling that hot organ take over inside my mouth, filling me so full my fucking jaw was aching in a minute.
"I'm going to fuck your little mouth, bitch!"
That was it. He was no longer gentle. He grabbed hold of my hair and held me really still so that he could fuck me in the mouth.
He was making me suck his balls, when Maria opened the door. She took off!
"What the hell are you doing to your daughter?" she bellowed.
Maria is the only woman, the only person, that can raise her voice at Wolf and live.
He pushed me away. He had his clothes on, but his cock was sticking out, and I thought she was going to grab it and hurt him. That was, in fact, what she tried to do, but he wrestled her onto one of the beds and tied her down.
Then, he had me come in the bedroom, which was just a corner of the same room. "Now watch what happens to a woman who puts her will before mine!" my father said.
, I could see he was pissed, and I felt sorry for mother. Maria was tied and gagged, and all she could do was watch, as Wolf took me, her daughter, right before her eyes.
And he wasn't gentle. He wanted her to see that he was hurting me, and it didn't seem to matter that I was the one who was paying for his display, with pain.
Wolf pushed my tits together and fucked me between the tits.
Maria had to watch him fuck my tits, and he came all over me, and then he went and mae her lick it off his cock. Then, as though that wasn't enough for him, he fucked me in the ass, making me face my mother, so that she could see how his big cock was hurting me, so that she could see it written on my face!
I was trying to contain myself, and not act crazy, but that big cock was spilling out hot cream in two seconds flat, and I was praying it would end soon.
"I'm coming. Move that ass for me, you bitch!"
He held me by my hips, and pushed his cock in deeper and deeper. Eventually, the throbbing stopped, and he slid out and put his cock away.
Then he turned his attentions to Maria.
"I won't fuck you tonight, bitch. I fuck you when you learn who the boss is!" She started to cry.
"Donna, when I'm gone, you can untie her hands. I don't want her to throw things at me, the bitch."
I nodded my head. I wanted to cry but I was cool. If I started to cry, he might just smack me to teach me what crying was for. With Wolf you had to have a valid reason to say you were suffering, or he gave you one.
I felt shakey as hell. I watched him leave, and then I got my head together, and like a good little girl, I untied Maria.
Maria wasn't kind about the whole thing. She slapped me and called me a bitch, but an hour later, she asked me to go to the store and buy stuff for dinner, so I knew it was no big thing to her. Now, you can imagine how the other kids treat me. I mean, they look up to Wolf, and he's kind of like a legend, but at the same time, he's so out of it, so from another planet, that they think I am also.
Well, maybe I am. All I know is if a man wants to impress me, he has to show me he can force a girl to do what he wants.
Otherwise, I'll have him eating out of my hand, and then I'll lose respect for him.
You see, I need a man like Wolf. Doesn't every girl? CONCLUSION In this case, we can see clearly that norms are relative. It is certainly possible that in her limited community, where Donna is a celebrity, every woman does want a man like her father, Wolf.
What we call civilized, Wolf would call weak, and this^type of thinking, particularly if it is backed by force, by sheer might, is very terrorizing.
Terror manipulates, and Donna, although she thinks of herself as free and strong, is the product of the severe manipulation of her father.
Even her emotional growth, for instance, her ability to feel compassion for her mother as the woman is being beaten, is being stiffled, and will never develop in that invirnment.
It's hard to suggest effective alternatives. If I suggested that she leave home, (which I did) she simply responds that she loves her family, and that I don't understand.
She told me that she is usually brutal with strange men, unless they're brutal with her first, in which case, she bows to their strength if she thinks it's real.
Her only use for men, aside from the physical need for sex, is to be dominated by them. I do believe that Donna could be vicious with a gentle man, and even hurt him, just out of her own rage.
She would see him as incompetent, and that alone would be enough cause for him to take a beating. If he beat her, in turn, he would have a chance.
As far as normal relationships, as we know them, there isn't much hope. She has no strong desire to leave her community, and that's the only way the behavior patterns that were set \ up for her, would be broken. There is little hope for her, unless she responds to suggestions to leave her family, and seek her own life. She is smart, resourceful, and would probably be successful at anything that interested her.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT Subject: Lin W. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
This short case has been included because it amplifies the damage that can result in sexual abuse of a child in formative years. This case shows, why fan tasty, sexual fantasy, should be contained, within the individual's inner realm.
Lin came to my office with tears in her eyes. She had scheduled herself, making an appointment a few days before, and during the phone conversation I could sense a desperation in her voice that led me to schedule her as early as possible and encourage her to hold onto her wits.
She showed early. She is a blonde girl, who has developed sexually, far beyond her years. Her knowledge of styles and appearances, are obvious. She is constantly posing, constantly making use of the high, perky breasts she wears so well, of the long smooth legs she takes care to show.
One could imagine, looking at her, that she invited the attention that so wrecked her tranquility. But the truth is usually far from what shows. Here, is a copy of the rather short transcript Lin recorded that day. It is brief, but to the point, and her articulation is an asset to our understanding.
Doctor, I know you've heard all about this kind of thing, but you have to understand that this time it's ME!! I mean, it's a little hard to swallow when something like this happens to you. My great-grandfather used to say, "If the guy out of work lives next door, it's a recession. If the guy out of work is you, it's a depression."
Well, now I know what he meant. I mean, I'm not out of work. What I'm out of is luck.
Let me take it from the top. My. brother Sam, is what you might call one of those leather characters. He's into his macho thing, with the motorcycle, and the leather jackets, and the practiced snarls.
Well, I always found that very amusing, because it throws mom and dad for a rucking loop and keeps the heat off me. You know, like a smoke screen? Oh, Doc, I'm far from innocent, but up until recently, nobody knew that. I mean, I could really fake it. I could just kind of do what I wanted to do, and my parents would assume I was the good one, the one they didn't have to watch.
Well, they should have kept a closer eye on Sam. One evening, I pull my car in the garage, and I can tell there's someone else in there. I was really scared. It was late at night, and father always says that we shouldn't drive in, when it's dark. We should leave the car outside the garage. Anyway, this was my new car, and I drove it in, but I was sorry at once.
"How you doin', Lin?" I heard, trying to peer into the dark. There was a guy moving around, near my brother's bike. The voice was a whisper, not one I could recognize.
Then, he stood up, and it was my brother. The bastard. He laughed when he saw how scared I was.
"Wow! You crazy idiot!" I yelled at him, as I huffed with relief. The stupid jerk. I was sorry I hadn't thrown a wrench at him first, and then looked to see who the hell he was.
Anyway, he comes walking over to me, with this real cocky, flexy walk that he learned. from B movies.
"There's nobody home, Sis!" he said.
I didn't know if that was supposed to mean something or not.
"You know, little sister, I always wanted to pump one into you," he said.
Now, you have to know Sam to know how nasty he really is. I mean, he didn't say this with any affection or anything like that. It was just what he had on his mind at the moment, and from the way he was staring at my breasts, I would say that he had it strongly on his mind!
He tried to grab me, but I shuffled around one of. the cars, and made it towards the door. If that greased idiot wasn't so fast maybe this whole thing would have never happened.
I never knew anyone to be graceful in engineer boots, but he slid around me, covered the door, and all at once I was all over him. I mean, he'd set it up that way, so I guess it would be more accurate to say that he was all over me! But, I'd run into him!
That was our first sexual contact, and let me tell you, Doc. It was a mistake. He didn't release me. Instead, he started to undress me, holding me tight around the waist so that I couldn't move. I started to yell and he put-his hand over my mouth and whispered in my ear that he'd really hurt me if I didn't shut up.
"There's nobody around, anyway. If you fight, you'll just get hurt," he said.
His tone took on the intonations of a grade advisor at school telling you the best way to play your cards.
I sort of slid away from the situation, leaving my body there as my mind wandered. He was sucking on my breasts, bunching my breasts together and taking the nipples into his mouth. He wasn't gentle, and I was getting sore.
It was with relief, almost, that I felt him reach down and start to play with my clitoris. I didn't know he was so quick. He found the clitoris at once, and soon it was getting harder and harder to fight with him. I found myself in the back seat of my own car, legs spread wide.
"Let me up. You're really crazy!" "You don't really want to get up now, do you?"
"Of course I do, you idiot!"
I didn't know if I meant it. Maybe, what I meant, was that if he were really angry, he wouldn't worry about me and would give me a sound fucking. I mean, that thought entered my mind right about then.
I didn't like the thought. I didn't like what it said about me. All of a sudden, he's on me, and he's got my legs spread, his body moving down, mounting me!
"This is crazy. What if mom and dad come in here?"
That was the last thing.I said. The next thing I know, his sweating body is down on me, and I can feel his cock rubbing against my clit, my pussy, pushing back towards my anus. I really got hot.
I didn't want to show it, of course, but I was really on fire. Well, next thing that happened was, he took that hot cock and stuck it directly in my pussy.
"I see you're wet! You little bitch!"
I couldn't fake it anymore. I couldn't tell him that I didn't want his cock inside me. Even if I'd hate him for the rest of my life. Even if he would upset my peace, my whole idea of right and wrong.
So I let him. I guess you could say that. I stopped fighting. Of course, if I didn't let him, he would have done it anyway. In fact, he liked it better when I was resisting.
His big cock really sank down into me, and he started treating me. very rough. His hands were bunching my breasts up and squeezing them. I mean, that's hardly a caress, right? Well, after he rucked me soundly, he told me to suck his cock. I never did that before, and I wasn't particularly excited about the idea, but I wanted the whole nightmare over, so I bent down.
"That's it, baby! Suck it in!"
He watched while I took that fat cock into my mouth. I really had to stretch my lips to get his big cock in my mouth. Finally, after a long stroking blow-job, with him whispering in my ear that I should use my tongue and give it to him good, I get my reward! A big mouthful of come! Well, that was the first time I'd sucked a cock, and I was hardly ready for that type of treatment. I guess some girls like that, and in fact, sometimes, when it's with the right guy at the right time, I can see it! -But, that was hardly the right time or place.
"Oh, is the hour up? Well, I feel better, just talking about it and I'll see you next week, just like we planned."
INTERVIEW TWO
Doc, I was telling you about Sam last week, and I think I told you about the first time. Did I tell you where it was leading? Well, now get ready for this.
A few nights later, I'm walking down the street right around the corner from where we live, and Sam pulls up on his cycle.
"How you doin' Lin?" he said.
I hadn't said a word to him since the incident, and mother and father were wondering why. I thought Sam wanted to apologize and get the whole incident tucked into the past. Now, that would have been alright with me. Pact is, I wanted that!
I walked over to the curb, to his bike.
"Better get on!"
He patted the seat.
"Why?"
"Wanna talk to you."
He has this way, you know, of sending out a blast of authority. If you're not thinking, you end up doing what he says. I guess I wasn't thinking. I got on his bike, and we took off.
I realized I was making a mistake, but I was also very aware of his stiff, manly back, his broad shoulders and muscled arms. I wondered where we were going when we got on the highway.
I found out soon enough. We were going to a friend of his, a biker,-who lived alone, and would let Sam use his pad for anything. Of course, bikers usually like to share their women, like eskimos.
"How you like her, Biff? She's my kid sister."
"Piece of ass, Sam."
Sam smiled, lighting a Lucky.
"Yeah, we're going to take care of her. I want her to learn about leather. I mean, she sees me wearing this shit and I want her to know that it's serious business!"
"I'll help you teach her," Biff said.
I could see he was a good Samaritan. I could tell by his pierced nipple and the tattoo of a dagger going through a skull, that he wore on his bare upper arm.
I guess I didn't look willing, because the next thing I know, they give me a drink which you would call, in an old movie, a "Mickie." I started to cloud up at once. I didn't know what was happening.
When I awoke, which, they told me was just moments later, I was really stunned, because I'd been tied to a fucking post like a horse.
Biff looked really brutal, worse than my brother. He had a chain in his hand.
"You're not going to.."
"Shut up!"
Biff cut me off to tell me that he wouldn't dream of using a chain on a pretty body like mine.
"Well, that's a relief."
Before my relief got too severe, he pulls out a thin turned-leather whip, which he tested in the air, cracking it. When you see someone crack a whip in the air and make it really crack, you can bet that the asshole spent hours practicing that act. It's hard to do. I knew that it meant that he could really lay it on my body if he wanted to.
Sam came up and offered me a cup of wine. I guess he's always had bibical pretentions.
"It's going to hurt you, Lin, but we'll reward you afterwards."
"With what?"
"With cock, baby!"
My brother pinched my bare nipple and walked off, leaving me to feel the sting of Biff's skilled whip.
He was working on my ass, and I was grateful for that. He let the thing come down with a light but stinging sound, which caused me to wiggle my body in an attempt to get away from the whip. Of course it was impossible. I was tied in snug. All I could do was pull on the thongs that were holding me in place and that hardly eased the pain.
In a few moments, I was covered with sweat. I turned to look at Biff, and I could see the protruding veins in his head and around his face. I could see the lust and hate in his eyes, and the fierce violence and cruelty of his mouth, twisted with amused rage.
"You little bitch. You're going to get it full-blast now!"
My head was clouding. What had been pain, was now something I was used to, and his words didn't scare me. Even the crying had stopped. I felt, simply, there! I felt there, in a way without consequences. It was a technicality. Next thing I know though, my brother has the whip, and he's hitting me really hard, harder even than Biff.
"Keep it above her calves or it 11 show when she wears a dress," Biff reminded Sam.
Sam looked like he was out of his mind. He whipped . me for about fifteen minutes, although he got tired and rested a few times. It was still a hard work-out.
When he put down the whip, I was really just hanging there, without a thought in my head. I was exhausted, and I hurt so badly I couldn't focus on where the pain was coming from.
Sam came up to me and cut the thongs, and I fell down.
"Not on my clean sheets," the biker said, but he was joking. They spread me out on an old mattress.
Biff had me first. He made me roll over on my belly and lift my ass, and he took me from the rear. His big cock felt good in a way. That is, after all that pain, pleasure was a real luxury. I liked the way his big cock felt.
Then, Sam blew my pleasure by stuffing my mouth with cock, but I soon learned to adjust, and I found that sucking cock isn't so bad if you have another one in your pussy for inspiration. It was exciting. Imagine that? Anyway, having two cocks in me at once was a novelty, even if Biff's big cock was hurting me. Well, not his cock exactly. The problem was, that every stroke of his cock threw his body against my raw ass. You can imagine what that feels like, can't you Doc? Shit. Here was all this heavy action going on, and I was fluctuating between pain and pleasure so fast, I never knew if it hurt or felt good. It was strange.
Luckily, Sam came first. I took the mouthful of sweet cream in stride by this time. What I wanted, was for him to get out, and let me concentrate on Biff's giant cock, working me over good.
I found that it was really a thrill to have that stud pumping it into me. He also had the bad habit of being too rough with my breasts, with my nipples, but what can you do? When you can't have everything.
Well, I guess I could describe the following fuck as great. Biff had his finger on my clicker, as his cock was pushing in and put of me. That meant that I was getting a lot of stimulation, and I came easily. A few times in fact.
Well, the results of all this are really what's whipped, and raped, bothering me now. For one thing, Sam won't leave me alone, and for another thing, Biff and a few of the other bikers have grabbed me, taken me to Biff's house, and fucked the hell out of me. This happened twice in the past month. What should I do, Doc? If I blow the whistle, I get them all in a lot of trouble, especially Sam.
I guess the other factor is, that if I blow the whistle on them, it'll never happen again. You see, I don't know if I want that. What I used to get my kicks on, that is, normal sex, is kind of tame to me now.
Old boyfriends excite me less and less. It's to the point where I don]t even see them. I know they won't make any demands, and that they'll treat me like a perfect lady.
I want to be treated like a bitch sometimes. Who wants to be a lady all the time? Shit, you see what I'm up against? CONCLUSION Alright. Now this case serves to illustrate what factors are kicked ins when fantasy becomes reality. Of course, Sam probably had many fantasies about raping his kid sister. As fantasies, they didn't do anything destructive, and were a quiet part of his inner world.
The moment he acted on these lusts, he granted them formal reality, and put them in a realm where they could do negative damage to others. That is, his inner world intersected with his sister's outer world, and made negative contact.
The results? Well, Lin had her own fantasy life. She didn't state any fantasy that would imply rape, as a means of off-setting her id, but then, she must have, at one time or another, thought of being raped. For a young girl who feels quilty about sex, rape is an easy fantasy. It is sex without personal responsibility!
What better combinations of stimuli could a little girl ask for? She has her cake, and isn't responsible for the fact. The dangers are evident. Suppose she finds that she can no longer lead a normal life? Surely, she would not be the first girl to find that a rape has left her empty inside, scared and alienated.
The danger is too great, and one should never look to make negative contact with the inner world of another individual. This means, that consenting adults who already know what they're doing, are relatively cool in engaging in sex acts involving bondage, dicipline, and humiliating. Children, on the other hand, are too perishable, and should be handled as such.
GENERAL CONCLUSION Brutality, when used as a vehicle for sexual purposes, is best confined to fantasy. None-the-less, fantasy often, in the course of history, has given in, and taken the place of reality.
We see this phenomena everyday. For instance, a hero in cowboy movies, grade B at that, is grafted off the film onto real life, and becomes a real life hero, a politician! Once something is planted firmly in the fantasy world, in the inner world of the individual, it becomes the individual's responsibility to contain himself, and his inner world.
One can only look back to the ancient Mayans, who used brutality as a ritual, as a means of prayer, to learn how totally inhuman it can be.
The Mayans used human sacrifice, in very ritualistic worship. For instance, a man was hanged, and the orgasm resulting from his neck being snapped, would be ejaculated into the mouth of a waiting priest.
This, for the priestly class, who were the gangsters of the era, was simply a kick. The point is, consequences aren't thought of, and that's often the case with brutality.
The problem is, that the human memory track does not erase itself. Once trauma is planted, it remains, and the individual must deal with it.
All the people in this case book are children. All of tiiem will suffer for the lusts, the violence, of their elders. They will then, in turn, inflict the same ill-treatment on their off-spring, this being the norm for them.
It is easy to see how the germ is perpetuated, and why. It is always a simple question of behavioral compensation. That is, a man is not sure how much of a man he is. He tries to tell, by how much of a man he feels like! Now, if he doesn't feel like much of a man, he might experiment. Dominating a helpless young female is bound to make him feel like more of a man!
At that point, if the individual is not analytically in touch with himself, he might draw a dangerous conclusion. That being, that dominating a helpless girl makes him more of a man. That certainly is the feeling, but one must be aware. Is it based on illusion? Is it not, in fact, firmly rooted in subjectivity, with nothing to do with logic and objectivity.
In the cases we've observed here, objectivity is almost antiquated as a portion of the human duality.-. The adults, all free to act or contain themselves, chose to act.
Now, that might have brought them satisfaction, for surely, the thing that wrecks your life must be at least a worthy kick, but, the price!!!!!!! One must think in terms of the price.
Often, desperation makes the price worth it, in immediate terms, but life is more than immediate. Surely, in this fuel age of ours, people have learned to look beyond the immediate moment.
It must be noted, that I do not object to whatever sexual deviations take place between consenting adults. Indeed, to call any willful act perverse, is a subjective indulgence.
When people are trying to gratify each other, they are faced with incredible obstacles. These obstacles, if possible, should be overcome. They usually are, and often, brutality, of sorts, is employed with success.
This must be considered a valid use, a positive use, because if it works, if it, in the end, brings people closer to each other, to each other's inner selves, and as long as it is done with respect for the health of the players, it can be a constructive game.
The only problem comes in when the domination, when the humiliation, is real! Then, there can be a true difficulty, because it's at that point that health is not an issue, and the only issue is gratification. Hence, the Mayans were happy with nothing short of death.
In concluding, I have tried to be fair. Of course, there is the fetishist, who resorts to violence on his own children, who means no harm, who is acting under a compulsion. What that person must realize, is that the effects of his actions, even if not costly on himself directly, will cost his children plenty.
For that reason, it is better to use the inner world, to deal with the human fascination for dominance and humiliation. It is better to contain the self, that has that need, and exhibit to those one shares the planet with, a more positive facade.
Of course, there are situations where brutality is the norm, and nobody is complaining. One need only refer to various police reports of acts done by motorcycle gangs. Not to strangers, mind you, but to each other. Often, a biker will find himself having to undergo sodomy and whippings, just for membership in the gang.
Certainly, the act of whipping and sodomizing this tenderfoot, are part of the kicks, the benefits, of being in the gang. But then, the books are balanced, and the victim, becomes part of the pack. Now that, is punishment reward, but with a goal in mind. For us to call the goal destructive would be naive. It's impossible to know if someone is successful, unless you know what success means to that person. If it means to be part of a gang, a cruel bike gang, than the end was achieved, and no council could have provided a quicker way to go about it.
It is this strange duality that runs through cruelty, whether it be to children, or among adults. On the one hand, there are, to be sure, those who are willing to submit. It frees them in a sense. They no longer have to think for themselves. On the other hand, it removes from them, their free will.
