In this volume we will be dealing with a series of patients who have run away from home. This is a widespread adventure among our youth today and as you will see herein it is an adventure that often ends in tragedy.
I have heard many terrible stories in my time as I have worked with problem patients, but none have stirred me so much as some of these.
You will read about young women raped by parents, or by the boyfriends of one parent, and of abuses and degradations they have met on the road after they did run away from home. Rape, sadism, sodomy, lesbianism, these are some of the things these teenagers experience on the road.
Henrietta is speaking for all of them here when she says, "I wish I had never left home. I was fucked in the ass and beaten and degraded beyond belief. I was a victim from the moment I left home. I was treated as nothing more than a cunt and an ass worthy of fucking from the time I was on my own.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Linda L. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Linda is a lovely teenaged girl. She has long blonde hair that trails down almost to her well-rounded ass. She was wearing bluejeans that hugged very tightly to that beautiful ass, and a tight sweater which showed off her sizable tits. She was friendly and pleasant, but I could see that she had been around.
Well, Doctor, you want to hear about my life, right. Okay, I'll tell you about it.
I'll tell you all the sad details if that's what you want to know. I don't know why anybody would want to be bored by this kind of shit, but I'll give you the lowdown, anyway.
I guess maybe you get your kicks listening to chicks like me, huh? All right, if that's the way you want it, then that's the way you'll get it. Listen to my story.
This is the kind of story that will put hair on your chest, believe me. When you learn how I've been fucked around all my life you'll wonder how I ever managed to be breathing and lying here on your couch, Doctor Lamb. Honest to God, you'll wonder.
Sure, I ran away from home, if you can call it home. I would call it something else that begins with the same letter. I would say it was more like Hell.
You want me to explain that remark? Sure, I'll explain it to you, Doctor. I'll give you all the graphic details, as a matter-of-fact. Why not? Just listen.
I have a father who used to leave the house from time to time and just not come back for a while. I guess I took after him when I ran away. It would seem that way. Yes, our family has a common thing about running away from responsibility or problems. We don't just sit down and face them, we run away from them.
All right, so maybe you say that I'm facing up to my problems right now, talking to you.
But this seems awfully late in the game to me. I've been through so much, you know. I've aged a hundred years or so and I'm only seventeen, for God's sake.
I can't even remember all the rotten things that have happened to me in my life. I guess I must have forced a lot of them right out of my head. And it's lucky for you that I did. I don't know who is paying for these sessions. The welfare people, I guess. But if I was to come here and tell you every bad thing that ever happened to me you wouldn't have time for anybody else in the world and that's the truth.
God, it's just like I was born under a bad star or something, the way my luck has always gone bad. You would think that at least I would get a nice set of parents.
But not me. The two people who raised me never should have had children.
They certainly weren't mature enough to raise kids, I can tell you that. They were really childish, in so many ways. They were just fucking children, that's all.
My mother with her drinking and pill-popping, and my father with his women on the side and his flashing. Do you know how humiliating it is to have a father who has been arrested three times for indecent exposure?
He liked to hang around the parks and playgrounds and show his cock to little girls. Now and then he would get them to touch it or lick it, and that would really make the sick creep happy. Ugh!
With parents like that can you wonder why I would be all fucked up at my age?
It was almost like growing up in a cross between a mental home and a nursery. You didn't know whether they were crazy or just children, the two of them.
My mother was almost as unfaithful as my father. She was very similar in her tastes. Both of them liked women on the side. My mother was a part-time dyke, you see.
Yes, she would fuck women, and she didn't worry much about me finding out about it. Not at all. She sometimes didn't even close the door when she took one of her lady lovers up to her bedroom for some nice, afternoon fucking. It was a Saturday. I was sitting there in the kitchen, watching the portable set in there.
I said hello to the woman and she smiled at me and patted me on the head. Then my mother came in and they kissed. Right there in front of me.
Then my mother told me to answer the phone for her but not to disturb her for a little while. She was going to talk to her friend, Deniece.
They went upstairs. I tried to forget about them, and what I figured they were doing.
But a little while after that I had an urgent need to go to the bathroom and so I got up and went to the staircase and up the steps to the bathroom. When I was on the second floor I heard the moaning and groaning coming from the bedroom.
The door was open and I had to pass it on my way to the bathroom.
I couldn't help but glance in and when I did the sight that I saw held me transfixed there in the doorway for several moments.
They were in there, the two of them, twisting and rolling around, writhing and pawing at each other's naked bodies. They were both big women and very voluptuous, with big tits and wide hips. And they were both reacting violently to each other's caresses, moaning and shaking and twisting.
I couldn't keep from looking at them. I stared in at them, my mouth getting dry, my eyes popping at the sight of my mother naked and being sucked out by another woman.
The other woman was a big, voluptuous woman, big tits and all. They wrestled around there, rolling from side to side on the bed. She was gobbling at Mom's cunt.
She stuck her face deep inside the cunt and licked away at it. She stuck her tongue deep inside, licking up and down at the cunt, pushing up and down. She was really loving it.
And my mother was loving it too. She was moaning and twisting on the bed. She ran her hand over the woman's back and her ass and grabbed at her pussy hair.
I watched this scene for another minute. I saw my mother sticking her tongue deep inside the other woman's pussy. She licked up the juice that was flowing down into her mouth. She licked up more and more all the time.
They were really going at each other. I had walked in on them towards the end of their session together, and they were both now very close to coming.
They twisted and turned and I saw both pussies quite clearly. The cunts quivered and twisted and gyrated all over the place. They were both going to come soon.
"Oh God, that's good, that's so good, yes, yes, yes," my mother moaned. "Ohhhh, suck it, suck that cunt, suck that cunt so hard, yes, yes, suck it good "
I couldn't believe I was hearing my mother talk like that. I mean, I knew she could use some four-letter words with the best of them, especially when she was mad, but sexual terms and spoken so passionately like that were definitely something new.
I saw the woman stick three fingers into my mother's juicy cunt and jerk them back and forth, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster.
"Ohhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming, ohhhhhh, yes, yes, stick that hand inside me, stick another finger in there, ohhhhhh, yeah, yeah, I love it, I do, I do! Mmmmmm! Stick those fingers inside me and twirl them around! I'm coming, baby, yes, yes, I'm coming and I love it! It's beautiful!"
I didn't find it quite as beautiful as my mother did, I can tell you that.
It was an ugly spectacle to me. I didn't want to see my mother doing something like that. She was cheating on my father, though I knew that he did the same thing. Still, it wasn't something that I really enjoyed seeing. What girl would?
And they twisted about on the bed, their tongues and fingers and teeth flashing as they devoured each other's cunts.
I took a step away. I could see that they were very close to the end of this illicit lovemaking session and I didn't want either one of them to see me.
I guess, though, even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered much. They would have kept right on screwing on the bed there. My mother would have joked about it later. I don't think she even cared much if my father found out about it.
For all I knew my father was fucking guys on the side, though I doubted it. Women were his thing, and I bet that if he happened to break in on my mother and her girlfriend fucking away there on the bed he would have wanted to join them.
I took another step back. But I couldn't take my eyes off that bizarre spectacle. It was not something I had ever expected to see. No way. It was going on there, the two of them writhing and pleasuring each other more and more.
Their orgasms flared higher and higher, shooting to the ceiling with the heat of their intercourse.
My mother's head shot up and she twisted and she looked in my direction for one split second. I gasped as I thought she was about to see me.
But apparently her lust had clouded her vision. She didn't notice me but went right back to sticking her tongue into her girlfriend's cunt and licking up the juice that was obviously running out of there and all down her face.
Her face was damp with the juice from that hovering cunt. It was all over her. And she seemed to love it. She licked at the dampness dripping from her lips like it was ice cream or something. She was like an excited, demented child there.
They twisted about for a while longer, grabbing and jerking about. Their cunts were bright red. The flesh looked almost like it was bleeding it was so bright and glowing. But that was from the licking those cunts were getting, tongues and teeth and pawing fingers going at them like crazy, not resting for a single moment.
At last it seemed like they had finally had enough of this vigorous fucking and their bodies slowed down, trembling and quivering but slowing.
I knew that it was time to move away from there before they saw me. It wouldn't do. My mother was wild enough, but I just couldn't face her knowing that she knew I had seen her there. I just didn't want to get into something like that.
I forgot why I had even come up there, to go to the bathroom, and I turned around and as quietly as I could went down the steps to the ground floor again.
I went back to the kitchen and sat down at the table and looked at the television.
I was looking at whatever program was on the screen but I wasn't seeing anything.
All I could see wherever I looked was the damned scene up there in the bed.
I just kept seeing the two of them fucking in that bed, those two grown women, screwing and sucking and tossing about on the mattress. The image haunted me.
I went to the fridge and got some cold water to drink. My throat was very dry.
The water didn't really help. I wasn't just thirsty. I was completely out of sorts after having seen that there. It was so strange. I didn't know how to deal with it.
Remember that I was just a kid and that was my mother up there. You try and think how it would affect you if you saw something like that at that age.
Well, finally I couldn't take it. I just couldn't sit there and keep thinking about what I had seen. I had to get away from the house and try and forget it.
I went outside and just walked around for a while. I was really excited, out of sorts. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I thought about it. You would have thought that I would be used to shit like that, with my parents. But this hit me particularly hard. I just couldn't get over it. I just kept seeing her, seeing my mother twisting and turning with that other woman, the two of them sucking each other off. What an image to keep running around and around inside my head. It was something.
Well, that was the business with my mother. Then there was my father, and he made my problems with my mother seem like nothing special at all.
Let me tell you about him, Doctor. You won't believe that this happened to me. If you think I'm a mess now you'll realize that this is nothing compared to what I should be like after all of this happened to me. Oh God, that's the truth.
Yeah, my father. It was like this. One day he was a little drunk. But not too drunk. I don't want anyone to say that he didn't know what he was doing, that he was too drunk to know what the fuck he was doing. He knew what he was doing all right. He knew only too well that he was coming after me. It was no mistake. He had been coming on to me for quite a while as a matter-of-fact. Yes he was.
He would always do things like walk in on me when I was in the shower. He would pretend that there was nothing to it, of course, that he was just coming in to get something, but he would always want to talk to me about something. So, naturally, he would pull the curtain open a bit and look at me in the nude while I was showering.
And sometimes he would come into the bathroom when I was sitting on the toilet. The lock on the bathroom door was broken and he was always saying that he would get it fixed, but he never did, and I figured that he had a good reason for that. If it remained broken the way it was, then he could always walk in on me and see me either taking a piss or a shit or a shower, and look at me and enjoy the sight of it.
He was a perverted guy, I can tell you that much. Very perverted, my father. But if that was all that he did it wouldn't be so bad. He go much worse than that, however. So let me tell you what my father did to me. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, you might say.
It was the thing that finally made me run away from home in the end. And I still haven't gone back so you can tell that I was really affected by it.
Let me tell you about that night, that awful night when my father seduced me. He was drunk, as I said, but not drunk enough that it interfered with what he was doing, with his attack on me, which was deliberate and knowing all the way..
God, Doctor, it's just amazing that I haven't turned into a basket case by now. I deserve to be. Well, maybe you'll tell me that I am and I've been hiding it up till now. That just might be, but who knows. I'll tell you my story and you decide.
I stopped her there. We would continue from that provocative point at our next session. The young woman fascinated me. She had a very tough exterior, but I was sure that underneath that was a vulnerable young woman who had been through a lot in a short period of time. I wanted to explore that aspect with her when we met the next time. I scheduled her for two days later.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned to my office. Just like the first time she came to see me, she began the session acting tough and self-assured. But I knew that this facade would wear off as she began to discuss her unhappy childhood with me, and particularly the awful things that her irresponsible parents did to her or in front of her.
I was telling you about my old man, right? Yeah, he was a funny guy. Full of laughs, I can tell you that. Oh yes, he was a scream, that guy, I loved him. Oh sure, we were real sweethearts, me and him. Like two peas in a pod.
You want to hear about what he did to me, I guess, right? You want to hear all the sordid details about the time he really did it to me, right? You get off on this sort of stuff, don't you, Doctor? I mean, aren't you always hearing girls like me telling stories like this about what they did, blah, blah, blah, he fucked me, he stuck his cock in me, in and out, back and forth, oooohhh, ahhhh, and all that stuff, right?
Okay, okay, so I'm getting off the subject, who cares? I'm not paying for this shit. If that's what I want to talk about I ought to be allowed to talk about it, I think.
What does it say on that in your book, Doctor? Does it say something like the patient may be trying to hide his real feelings or something along those lines?
Well, all right, so I won't try to hide my real feelings. No, I won't. I will give you the whole story right from the start and go on from there. Why not.
He came into the house and it happened that I was the only one there. My mother was out somewhere. Yes, that's all I know about it. She would do just that.
She would get dressed up and say that she was going out and she didn't leave any forwarding addresses. And sometimes she would come home that night and sometimes I wouldn't see her again till the morning. Perhaps she was seeing that girlfriend again, I don't know.
Anyway, I was in the house. I was getting ready for bed when I heard the door open and then slam shut. Whoever was down there was too noisy to be my mother so I figured that it was my father, and when I heard him grumbling to himself I was positive.
I was naked at that moment, having just taken a shower. I was brushing my teeth in front of the mirror. I moved from there and went over and closed the door to the bathroom.
There was still no lock on it but I figured it was better to have it closed than open. I didn't really think that he would come in there, anyway. No, I wasn't expecting that. I don't want to give you the impression that he came in there all the time. Just when he saw his opportunity and he was feeling horny, I suppose.
But it was my bad luck that on that particular night he saw his opportunity and he was definitely feeling horny. He was feeling very horny. God, would I live to regret him feeling horny on that particular night, let me tell you.
Anyway, I was in there in the nude, brushing my teeth. I finished doing that and then went over to the toilet and sat down to take a piss.
The urine streamed out of my open cunt as I sat there, splattering on the bowl. He started climbing up the staircase. I could hear his heavy steps. I was already figuring there was something a little bit wrong about him tonight. He was walking strangely, like he was really going somewhere special, slowly and methodically.
I wished that I had put some clothes on the moment that he came into the house. But I didn't, and instead I was just sitting there on the toilet when my father reached the second floor and was now only a few yards away from me. And there wasn't even a lock separating the two of us now.
Well, I guess you could say that I was asking for it. I was just getting up from where I was sitting when the door opened. There he was.
He stood there and stared at me, his eyes lit up and his mouth hanging open.
He nodded his head up and down and licked his salivating lips.
"Well, well, look who's here. What do you know. Isn't that a pretty sight. Yes, yes ... hah girl, don't you look just gorgeous. You lost your clothes, I see. Jesus Christ, don't you look good. Good enough to eat, as the expression goes."
I stood there, gulping and shivering as he looked me over, from my head to my toes, but mostly my pussy hole, staring at my cunt. I felt myself blushing from head to toe.
He put his hand in front of his pants and touched his cock. I could see the bulge of it there, pulsing away at him. He took several deep breaths and then stared at me in a way that made me shiver. It was a way that no father should ever look at his daughter.
But he was looking at me, all right. He was staring at me and licking his lips and fondling his crotch. He nodded his head some more and took a step forward.
"So, little girl, what have you been up to while I've been away, hm?" He giggled like a stupid child. I was blushing and trembling. Somehow I seemed to know that there was trouble brewing, that he had something in mind that wasn't kosher.
He took another step towards me and nodded his head up and down again.
"Hey, you know what? You are a very pretty girl. I feel right proud of myself for having a daughter like you. I makes me feel like I have some good genes in me, or whatever they call those things, you know what I mean?"
My father was not the most brilliant man in the world, as you can see.
He kept looking at me. His eyes never left my body for a moment. Mostly he was staring at my titties and the fur covering my taut young pussy.
He licked his lips some more. I was wondering now what he was going to do. I was afraid of him. I was afraid that he would do something terrible but I couldn't be sure and I didn't know exactly what it was that he was going to do.
He was only about three more steps away from where I was standing now just in front of the toilet bowl. I gulped a few times and didn't know what to do.
He smiled. It was an evil grin. But then, I don't think that my father is capable of grinning in any other way. He's just evil through and through.
He said, "Your skin looks so smooth and soft, girl. I would really like to just run my hands all over it, you know what I mean?"
I gulped and shook my head negatively. I certainly didn't know what he meant, or at least I wasn't going to admit to any such thing.
"No ... I ... I really wish that you would get out of here until I'm finished. I don't think it's very nice you barging in here while I'm still in here," I said.
"Hey, this bathroom is for everyone. It sure as Hell is for me, sweetheart," he said. "I pay the rent here in case you don't remember. I fucking pay the rent, so don't forget it, okay? Jesus Christ, you stupid bitch ... I hate the way you sass me all the time, do you know that, girl? I hate it!"
I gulped again. I was trembling. There was real anger in his voice.
I think right at that point I was worried more that he would give me a good beating than that he would molest me sexually. I was even thinking about rape, or only in passing and not really thinking that he would do anything like that to me.
I mean, I was his daughter, after all. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about things like that with me. Jesus, it was terrible, the whole idea of it.
But I should have known better. That was exactly what the bastard was thinking about.
And then he moved closer to me, coming right up to where I was standing beside the toilet.
He grabbed at his zipper and I nearly jumped away from him as he touched it.
"I have to take a piss," he said. "Jesus, I have to take one real bad."
I started to move out of his way as he stepped up right against me.
"I'll leave then and you can do whatever you have to do," I said to him.
"No, no," he said then. "You stay right here. Don't leave yet. Let me just get my cock out."
And then he blocked my way as he got his prick out of his pants and pointed it at the toilet bowl and started to piss. He made it so it was very hard not to see him doing it at least out of the corners of my eyes. He had a big cock and it was partially erect as he stood there urinating into the bowl. I felt sick to my stomach standing there.
"What's the matter with you, anyway, baby?" he said. "You act so fucking shy. That's not your style. Not you. No way. You're the type that likes to get around. Come on, I know your style. I know all the guys you've gone out with. Don't give me that shit. You're a tramp. You take right after your mother. Yeah, you got her blood in you. That's what makes you go wild, baby."
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about," I said to him. "You ... you better let me go on my way now. I really have to get back to my bedroom."
"You don't go anywhere till I tell you, you can go, understand me, kid?"
I gulped. His tone of voice was really frightening. I just stood there trembling all over. I knew that my father was capable of great violence. I knew that he had been in jail more than once. Of course, I never got the whole story on that sort of thing because nobody wanted me to know such things about my father. But you get to learn sooner or later, if you know what I mean, and I was aware that he had been in trouble a few times.
Right at that moment that knowledge had a real effect on me. I stood there trembling, very afraid that this was going to be one of those times when he would lose control and become violent. And this time it wouldn't be with one of his buddies at the bar but it would be with me, a young, defenseless girl who couldn't put up much fight against him.
He grinned at me, leering and nodding his head up and down as he looked at me.
"Well now, let's see about this, yes, yes, I think we could do some real fun here, you and me ... what do you think about that, my dear young daughter?"
I just trembled some more. I didn't want to think about what he was thinking about.
But I knew that nothing else could be on his mind since I was standing there without any clothes on and his eyes seemed to sum up what he was thinking.
Of course, you have to realize that I knew who he was. I had lived with him all my life and so I knew that such thoughts were not impossible for him. Not at all. You might say that no matter what the situation was or what condition he was in, he still might not think such a thing about his own daughter. No way. But my father was not like most normal, respectable fathers. Not at all. He was at the opposite extreme.
He was the sort of father who really would think about having sex with his daughter.
Anyway, he now stood there with that threatening look on his face, staring right at me.
"So, let's see now, what should the two of us do now that we're alone together here, and your mother isn't around us and can't do anything to stop us."
I gulped loudly. I shook my head. My eyes were wide and moist.
"No ... no, Father, you can't be serious. You can't really be thinking what I think you might be thinking ... it's unthinkable! Oh God!"
And at that point he moved up to me and grabbed at my tits. He bounced them in his hand, letting them jiggle over his fingers. He smiled and nodded his head. He liked that, obviously. Yes, that's real nice what you've got there, he seemed to be saying as he smiled at me, nodding his head up and down and licking his salivating lips.
He scratched at the nipples, pulling them and twisting them. He pulled them so hard for one moment that he nearly pulled them right off of me. Then I took a step back from him.
"Please, what are you doing? What are you doing to me, Father? You can't do this, it isn't right, it really isn't right ... please, please, let me get out of here."
But he stayed in my way while I tried to move around him. He laughed and grabbed at both my tits now, bouncing them in both his hands and loving the way they felt.
"Oh yeah, real nice tits you've got there, daughter," he said, leering at me. "Those are the kind of tits I really love to suck on too ... so why don't I just have a taste or two of those beautiful big tits of yours, hm? What do you say about that?"
I shook my head. I was too surprised and shocked to be able to say anything at all.
He laughed and bent his head down and lifted one of my tits up into his mouth. He nibbled on the nipple, pulling it out far and biting down on it. I quivered from head to toe when he did that. I shook and gasped as the pressure of his teeth increased.
"Father, please, please, stop it, you don't know what you're doing to me!" I shouted at the man who fate had decreed was my father, though I wished it was anybody else in the world.
What I said to him was really rather silly, I realized. There was no way I could communicate with him on that level, no way at all. The fact was that he knew just what he was doing to me and he wasn't going to stop doing it. He was aware of it all and it still delighted him, the damned bastard. But at that moment I was frightened and couldn't face up to the fact that my father was capable of such a horrendous deed as he was considering.
He ran his hands over my body, reaching down to my cunt and stroking at the fur there. I moved back away from him again but it was no good. I was backed up against a wall and there was no getting away from him no matter what I tried.
He moved up now that I was backed into the wall. He stuck his hand up against my cunt and rubbed it back and forth, back and forth on the pussy meat. I tried to close my thighs against him but it was too late for that. He just kept pushing it in, feeling my cunt and enjoying the way the hair and the meat and the pussy juice in there felt against his palm and his fingers.
"Yeah, that's real nice, baby, real nice indeed," he said. "Jesus, your cunt feels about ten times better than your mother's, you know that? Shit, she's all washed up. We'll have to put that cunt of hers out to pasture, huh? Heh heh heh...."
He rubbed my pussy some more. His cock was still hanging out of his pants now after he had finished pissing and now it was starting to jump up and quiver.
"Well now, will you look at what you're doing to me, will you? Jesus, you're making that cock of mine stand up nice and firm. Shit, that looks really good. Oh yeah, look at that. My little baby girl is giving me a nice big hardon. Shit, yeah. Oh wow, baby, we're going to make beautiful music together, yes we are, yes we are."
He reached out for my hand suddenly, grabbing me by the wrist and putting the hand against his cock. He forced me to wrap my fingers around his prick.
I know that sounds a little fishy. I can't explain how he could make me squeeze his cock the way he did, but you have to understand that I was frightened and upset. I was not entirely in control of what I was doing and it happened.
I didn't want to do it, though, Doctor, you must believe that. Shit, I mean, does it sound reasonable that under those circumstances I would want to do such a thing?
No, of course not. I couldn't help it, though. He put my hand there and made me touch him that way. My hand gripped his cock and it got harder than ever.
It was fully erect now. He pushed his fingers against my cunt. We were very close to each other at that point and he was breathing into my ear, laughing and sighing.
He pushed those fingers up into my cunt and twisted them and jerked them back and forth through my pussy. I quivered and my knees started to buckle slightly. I couldn't help the fact that he was getting to me down there. I couldn't control the feelings of my cunt to that extent, really I couldn't. So he pushed at my cunt and rammed those fingers right deep inside me, twisting them and jerking them in and out of me.
"Oh God," I whispered. "Oh, please, please, Father, don't do that to me ... don't do that...." I was whimpering, ready to cry. I was giving up, disgusted but realizing that there was nothing else I could do, no fight I could put up with him against this. It was becoming disgustingly inevitable that he would do this to me. And so I was giving in. I was whimpering instead of fighting. He could now really enjoy what he was doing to me. There was no way in the world that I could fight him off at this point. He had broken my spirit, my will to fight him and that was the end of that.
He leered at me, confident in his victory. He pushed the fingers back and forth in my cunt, and made sure that I kept squeezing and stroking his cock.
My father had a very big prick. I was really amazed at the size of it. I had seen it a few times here and there when he would be naked in his room or there in the bathroom after a shower or something. And he made sure about that, that I would see him naked from time to time. It probably gave him a cheap thrill similar to the one that he got when he spied on me when I was exposed in my bedroom or in the bath.
But all those times the cock had been soft, dangling down between his legs. It was a thick piece of meat even then, but it really gave no indication that it was anything as huge and thick and throbbing as the hose that I was holding in my hand just then.
I stroked it back and forth, back and forth, and the sperm that welled out of the tip dripped down over my fingers, more and more of it all the time.
He pushed my hand down lower, making me loosen the grip on the cock and fondle his hairy balls instead. I did it. I didn't enjoy it, but I did it because I had no will and I was just a trembling mass of raw nerves, worried and upset and disgusted. I felt so degraded. I always considered myself pretty tough and even cynical for a girl my age, but I had never really considered that I would get into something like this, and I certainly did get into it. And I could see more and more with every passing second that there was not going to be any easy way out of it either. I was stuck. I had the sinking feeling that we were going to go all the way with this thing. Right to the end of the line.
Up and down, up and down, I pumped his cock and then grabbed at his balls, letting them slide between my fingers. He moaned and shivered and laughed. He liked the way I was treating him, that was for sure. And it showed in the way he picked up speed with his fingers in my cunt. He jammed them in deep and twisted them back and forth, back and forth, digging deep and making me quiver and nearly stoop over.
There was pleasure. I'm not going to deny it. There was definitely a lot of pleasure as he moved those fingers inside me, twisting them around and then jamming them back and forth, back and forth, making me gasp and close my eyes as the waves of pleasure started to climb all through my naked and aroused body.
"Please, please, you have to stop this," I told him, panting with my last breaths. I sounded just as desperate as I really was when I said that to him.
"I'm not stopping it, sweetie, and I don't think you even want me to, so how about that, huh? Heh heh, I think you're just pretending that you don't want it. That makes you feel a little better. That'll ease your conscience later after you've enjoyed yourself to remember that you tried your best to stop me, right? Isn't that it?"
"No, no, no, it isn't, it isn't ... you're crazy! Crazy! You can't do things like this. It's not right, Father. It's against the law. It's rape and it's incest besides!"
"Don't give me that shit," he said. "We're here right now and it's me and it's you and that's all that matters. Don't stop doing that to my dick, bitch. Don't you stop until I tell you to, and that'll be soon now ... yeah, real soon, because we're going to switch over to other things, you dig me? Yeah, that's what we're going to do."
I was scared by the tone of his voice. I did as he asked me to. I closed my fingers around the cock, squeezing down tight on it and pumping him up and down.
At that same moment, after smiling at me for following his orders, he jammed his fingers inside my cunt, pushing them deep inside and pressing the heel of his hand into my clitoris so that it quivered and sent waves of pleasure shooting up through my body.
I closed my eyes again and shivered at it. It was pleasure. It was genuine pleasure that I was feeling but I regretted it. I sobbed and closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to deny the pleasure even to myself. I didn't want to feel such things under those particular circumstances. Not at all. I really didn't want to.
But I was feeling it just the same. And he was not stopping there. He was determined to make me feel even more. It was a strange sort of humiliation, this making me face up to the fact that he could give me pleasure. And he was too. He was giving me plenty of it, more and more as he jerked those fingers back and forth through my hot cunt.
I could feel the cunt juices flowing down over his fingers as he moved them in and out. It was a disgusting feeling and I didn't want it to stop. But he wasn't going to stop it. And so I was torn between wanting the pleasure and knowing it was wrong.
His cock was hard as a rock at this point. It was standing up tall and thick, pulsing away and dribbling come down the length of it.
"You must do this a lot to know just how to handle my prick, huh, kid?" he said with a chuckle. He was getting so much pleasure out of rubbing my face in the dirt. And he was my father. "I bet you fuck around a lot. But I don't really give a shit. What you do is your business just like what I do is my business. I'll only tell you what to do when it comes to something like this, where I can really benefit by it." I knew how he was going to benefit himself tonight. He was not going to let my naked body or that throbbing erection of his go to waste. Not at all. He was going to use the both of them on me and really let me have it. I was going to be fucked by my own father.
He played around with me for a little while longer. And then I could see that he was ready to move on to other things and so I got ready for it. I did not have the strength to fight it. We were going to fuck. Father and daughter. I was wrestling with that brutal fact again and again, unable to think of anything else in the world.
"Come on," he finally said. "Let's go into your bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there, I think. We have to get to work on this before your mother comes home. She's the jealous type, you know. She might not dig the two of us getting it on together. That bitch might even want to make it a threesome and I don't feel like fucking her."
I shuddered to think that my father was saying such things to me. It was disgusting.
He pulled me by the arm, ushering me out of there. He pulled me forcefully, nearly spraining my wrist as he dragged me along back to the bedroom.
I was blushing some more. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. But it was. It was really happening and I couldn't stop it. He pulled me right into the bedroom.
"Come on, bitch, now we're really going to get it on, you dig me?" he said.
"No, no, please, please, stop it, stop it ... oh God, you brute!" I screamed at him.
He threw me onto the bed and then got on top of me. He pushed his big prick right into my pussy hole and jammed it down deep. He started fucking. He was more brutal than anything. He just fucked like a madman for a couple of minutes, slamming at my cunt till the flesh was raw. And then I felt his come spurting deep inside my pussy hole. He groaned and drooled at me as he came. And then he slowly moved off of me and stood up. He smiled, nodded his head and waved as he left the room.
That was it. I ran over and closed and locked my bedroom door. Without more than a moment's thought I started packing a bag in order to get out of there. I was going to run away from home. And I did.
And Linda ended her story there. She was very upset now and it took some time to calm her down before she could leave my office.
CONCLUSION
I realized that the girl's sad life was a consequence of dangerous and irresponsible parents. In a sense, running away from that environment was one of the best things she ever did. Now we must work to keeping her out of further trouble now that she is on her own.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Dorothy X. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Dorothy is a tall redheaded girl. She has freckles and traces of baby fat. She is still a child in many ways, especially emotionally. It's not hard to understand that she would go through a major trauma over what happened to her. She was another case of a girl who ran away from an unhappy home. She has gotten into trouble lately, but I do believe that she is certainly not a girl who was naturally destined for trouble the way some of them are. She is a simple, likable young woman who could not cope with her home situation and went into a society that was too big and too tough and she was eaten up. I listened closely to her story, hoping that it was not too late to help her.
I don't know what your parents were like, Doctor, but mine were always fighting. I bet the first thing I ever heard when I came home from the hospital after I was born was the sound of the two of them arguing over something. That's the way it was.
If you walked into our house and the two of them were there then you heard one yelling at the other one. That would go on for a minute or two until you heard the other yelling back. And so it would go, hour after hour, day after day, year after year.
Most kids don't want their parents to get a divorce. But I was different.
I secretly hoped that they would do just that. It was certainly what I wanted them to do. I just couldn't stand the way they were arguing and screaming at each other.
It just took its toll on me real bad. I couldn't stand it. I hated to come home from school because I knew that I would have to see them and listen to them arguing. It was just awful and I couldn't go on like that. It was driving me crazy.
I guess I could have predicted that there would be a breaking point. It took a long while, though. I guess there were numerous reasons why it took so long. In the beginning I was just too young and too scared to do anything like that. I was scared of being the child of divorced parents. It was not something that I could look forward to. No young girl would. That seemed so ugly, so final. Even battling, constantly arguing parents were better than none, or only one, I figured at the time that I was that age.
And then I suppose I started to think that they would have to get a divorce. It was when the battling and arguing started to get worse and worse. They were no longer just having violent disagreements, but they were really cursing each other, using the foulest language that either of them could think of to say what they thought of their spouse.
There were even a few fights, phsyical fights between the two of them. And when that happened, it made me rush to my room and start crying. Yes, it was all taking its toll, I can tell you that for certain. I was becoming a nervous wreck from it.
I guess the longer it went on the more and more cynical I became about the whole thing. I just relized that they were never going to change. They loved to be together so they could hate each other. It got their juices flowing. They were hooked on arguing with each other. They would never want to stop. To them it was their way of life and they couldn't see what it was doing to me, their child.
Finally, I just decided that I wasn't going to stay there and be subjected to their arguing till I was old enough to go to college or whatever. I was just going to leave and forget about them. I would leave them to go on torturing each other for the rest of their days on earth, if that was what they wanted to do.
I thought about leaving once or twice but I put it out of my head after the latest fight made me mad. When I recovered from my own anger then I just tried to forget about it.
But the idea was certainly brewing. I didn't know where I would go or what I would do or anything like that, but I certainly was feeling it was an option.
Anything was better than listening to the two of them all the time. I didn't care if I had to sleep in a tree and eat nuts and berries to live on.
But I didn't do it for a while after the idea first came to me. And then it happened.
They had a huge fight. It was at the dinner table. I asked them to stop it.
They kept right on at it. I couldn't stand it. I yelled for them to be quiet, to stop fighting. But they got even worse and then suddenly my father slapped my mother across the face.
She burst into tears and started slapping and punching at my father, again and again, hitting him on the face and the shoulders and chest.
I had had it. I wasn't going to stand for any more. I just wasn't going to stand for any more of their childish nonsense. I had had it and I was through with them. They could argue with each other straight on their way to Hell for all I cared.
I told them some words to that effect and stormed out of the dining room. I don't think they even thought about it for a moment, but went right back to arguing.
That made me even more certain that the time had come. They didn't give a shit about my feelings. So I wouldn't give a shit about theirs. I would just worry about myself. And the way I was worrying then was because of the two of them arguing. So I would get away from them, far away from their growling voices.
And because they had so little interest in me, I would show them that two could play at that game. I wouldn't even write them a note about my leaving. I would just let them suffer and wonder where I had gone off to. That was all there was to it. I wasn't going to put up with any more of their shit. Perhaps when they found that I was really gone, without leaving any message, they might start to think that perhaps I was dead or kidnapped. I didn't care what.
Perhaps that sounds a little cruel to you, Doctor. Perhaps you think that I'm the unfeeling one or something. But you have to have been there. You have to have been there all that time and gone through as much as I did. That can make you lose a lot of love and respect for people, even if they are your own parents. And I had certainly lost most if not all my respect for the two of them. I just didn't want to see them ever again, that was how bad it had all gotten between the three of us. I didn't want to see them and I wasn't going to see them. For all I knew they might not even think about me for a long time. They might not even realize that I was gone and if they did they might not do anything about it.
That was the way they were. They were only interested in their arguing and nothing else.
So I just went up to my room and got out a bag and started putting some of my things in it. I didn't put a lot in there. I wasn't going to lug a lot of stuff with me especially when I didn't know where I was going. But I was going to plan on being away for a very long time and that meant I would have to have some changes of clothing.
I put some clothes and my toothbrush and toothpaste and things in there and a couple of my magazines that I hadn't read yet. I was really not prepared for what I was doing, but I was feeling sure about it. I wasn't going to be swayed by it. I was just going to go ahead, thinking only that I could not stand to be there any more.
When I had my things packed into the one small bag I went out of my room. I stood in the hall and listened. I could still hear them down there, and of course they were still arguing.
I just scowled and sighed and moved to the staircase. I was hoping that they wouldn't stop now. It would have to be really bad luck on my part for them to pick this one time to cut an argument short. But I needn't have worried. There was no chance that they would stop this soon. They still had hours of yelling still to go.
I got down to the bottom of the steps and looked. They couldn't see me. I turned and went down the hall to the back door and let myself out. Then I ran through the back yard and headed through the back yard of the house behind us. I made it to the street and then just started walking. I walked all the way downtown to the bus station. I sat in the bus terminal for a while, trying to think about what I was doing, where I would go and so forth. I didn't have much money with me.
Hardly any. But I figured it would get me somewhere and then I would be able to get a job. I was young and healthy and I could work. There was no reason I could see that I wouldn't be able to support myself.
That might sound a little naive but at that moment I was just trying to keep myself feeling positive about what I had done. I didn't want to think that there would be problems ahead for me, that I was putting myself into a difficult situation that I was not really equipped to handle. No, I didn't want to look at it that way.
I sat at that bus station for quite a while, trying to figure out where I should go. Finally, I decided that the most opportunities for a young girl like me probably were in a big city, and when the bus to New York was called I quickly ran to the ticket window and bought a ticket there. And then I got on the bus. My heart was beating pretty fast. I was nervous, wondering what was going to happen to me in New York City, the Big Apple.
If only I had some idea about it, but I didn't. I was just going on blind luck. On a wing and a prayer, as the saying goes. That was all I did have to go on. There was no turning back. New York was as good a place as any to start my new life all on my own. I just told myself to think positive and everything would go all right.
I was certainly being naive. When I think about all that happened to me because I did go to New York, it's obvious that I was just a silly, stupid little girl who didn't have brains enough to know that New York was a tough place and could eat you up and swallow you down before you even had a chance to figure out what happened to you.
I got on that bus and hoped that I was starting out a new life that would be wonderful. I just crossed my fingers and prayed that I would have a good life, that everything I wanted would happen that I wanted. Well, I was being positive. The fact that it didn't turn out to be anything like that is, I guess, part of what you wanted to hear from me.
Okay, I'll tell you what happened, the whole ugly story of what happened to me when I got to New York City. You've probably heard stories like it before, I guess. This won't be the first time you've heard about something like this happening to a girl like me, naive and so sure of herself that she falls right on her face.
It's a brutal story. I don't like telling it, but I guess I can open up to you. You make me feel like I can. Sure, I'll tell you what happened.
I stopped her there and told her we could start fresh about the adventures she had in New York City when she returned for her second interview with me. She agreed to that and I showed her out of my office.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned early for the next appointment. I was anxious to hear the rest of her story so I ushered the young and lovely girl into my office. She stretched out on my couch and when I thought she was completely at her ease I told her to start talking. I reminded her where she had left off last time and she began.
I got off the bus in Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City. It was crowded and noisy and busy. People were everywhere, rushing about, going left and right and all around me. I felt alienated. I had never been anywhere like this before.
I didn't know what to do first. I didn't know who to ask. It was all so strange.
I came from a little town. Everything you could possibly want was all in a stretch of about three blocks or so. There were policemen and stores and a hotel and a place to eat and just about all you could want right next to each other. You never had to worry about being lost or stuck somewhere so big and so strange that you didn't know how to act.
I walked around the bus station for a few minutes, which was a big enough place all by itself. As big as the whole town where I came from, probably.
I went out to the front of the big bus station and stood around on the corner there. It didn't look like a very good part of town, I thought to myself. There were some big buildings off in the distance but the ones that were nearby were pretty shitty.
I saw a lot of strange-looking people wandering about and they gave me the creeps.
But I told myself to be brave, to remember that I was on my own now and I had to be strong and independent if I was going to survive. I was in a strange place but that didn't mean it was necessarily all that weird or anything.
I couldn't keep being afraid of the natives of this city. They might look dangerous or strange but I told myself that that was just my imagination. There was nothing wrong with any of them and I had to get over that idea and quick, before I started making enemies. I had to meet these people halfway. They weren't as bad as they looked.
They were probably just as friendly as the people back at my own home town, they just acted a little different, that was the only difference with them, I told myself. I made up my mind that I would not be afraid of the city and that I would enter it and meet the people who lived there and not be intimidated by the size of the place or the alien appearance of so many of the people hanging around that bus station.
I started walking. I moved along the street and looked around. I was figuring that the first thing that I had to do was to find a place to stay.
It would be too much to try and find an apartment, of course. That would have to wait until I found a job and was making some money, enough money to afford some place of my own.
In the meantime, I realized I would have to find some relatively cheap place, just a room. Perhaps a rooming house like the one that Mrs. Thatcher back home kept, where her lodgers paid twenty-five dollars a week for their rooms in the house. That was about what I was willing to pay and I wondered where they might have such a place in New York.
I knew that I was kind of stupid not to have planned this trip out a little better but that was the way it happened. I just had to do it when I did it. I couldn't stop to think about it at that time. I just wanted to do it and I had to and I did it.
And now I was in New York and I was determined not to fuck it up. I would make out all right. I would show my damned parents that I didn't need them after all. They could go on arguing now to their heart's content.
I walked around for a bit, wondering where I should go. I crossed the street there. The sign said it was Eighth Avenue. I didn't know whether that was a good section or not or whether it was very centrally located. I knew nothing about New York and I was starting to think that I should have planned this trip a little more.
Then I told myself that it was important not to go back on something once you made up your mind, so I didn't do that. I went right ahead on it.
I walked down the street there, reminding myself again and again that I was going to be brave and strong and not afraid of anything. If you thought positive then positive things would happen to you. That was what they always said and I was willing to believe it this time. Yes, I was ready to think that was true.
I was walking there when someone came up beside me. I turned and saw a man in a pink suit, pink shoes and a black hat as big as a cowboy hat. He was a black man and he was standing there beside me, nodding his head and smiling.
I thought he was being friendly and I smiled back at him. It was the first kind thing that anyone in that town had done to me and I really enjoyed it.
I stopped and turned to face him. I had never seen anyone dressed like that, all in pink. He had a black shirt on. It was open quite a bit, revealing his muscular chest. He was wearing a lot of jewelry, on his hands and around his neck. I figured he must have been some sort of wealthy businessman or something.
"Hello," I said. "Gee, you're the first friendly face I've seen since I got to New York. It really makes me feel good, I must tell you."
He grinned. He had big, really white teeth and he showed them all to me.
"Well now, aren't you a sweet little thing. And so pretty. My, my, my. Yes indeed. Aren't you just the sweetest thing I've seen all day."
I blushed. But I was very excited. I liked to be complimented and the fact that I was all by myself in that big, strange city made me more receptive than ever to a compliment like that. I let him see that I enjoyed what he said thoroughly.
"Well now, what are you doing here, dear?" he said. "You look like you've got your bag and all your stuff with you. Where are you headed for, if you don't mind me asking you? I don't want to pry into your business or nothing like that, you understand."
"Oh no, don't be silly," I told him. "I don't mind at all. Like I said, I'm glad to talk to somebody who's even a little friendly. And you seem more than that. I don't mind you asking me anything, really. Well, I guess there's a couple of things I would rather not talk about, but we won't get into that stuff anyway."
"That's right, that's right," he said, putting an arm around my shoulder.
It was a pretty intimate gesture, I thought, but I didn't let myself worry about it. He was being friendly, after all, and that was all that mattered.
"I don't know where I'm going," I said to him. "I'm being frank with you. I really don't know anything about New York City. Maybe you can tell me a thing or two."
"Hey, sure thing, mama, I'll be glad to tell you anything at all, anything under the sun," said the man in the pink suit. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Shit, I would just love to tell little girls what to do in this big old city."
"Well, one of the things I wanted to know was where I could stay. Do you know of any cheap hotel in town, someplace that's pretty safe? I mean, I don't want anything in a really dangerous neighborhood or anything. I know how New York can be. I mean, I've heard a lot of stories and all of that, you know."
He laughed. "Oh yeah, I know what you mean, this town can be pretty wild sometimes. You just have to watch out for yourself. You have to watch where you go, what you do and all of that, right? You have to know the right people. There's plenty of bad men in this town who would take advantage of a little thing like you, you know that? Sure, I heard all about those kinds of men. I don't like them any more than you would."
"Oh yeah? Well, that's good to know, yes, it really is," I said. He seemed to me to be a very nice man and I was glad that I had made his acquaintance. I was getting very tired of just walking around and not knowing where I was going or if I was making the right moves and all that sort of thing. No, I was glad that I ran into him.
Anyway, the thing is, he told me he was going to help me out with my problem.
"You will, really?" I said. "Gosh, that would be so nice. You do know a safe hotel where I can get a room, then, huh? That's what I need first of all."
"What else you going to need to know, sweetheart?" he said to me.
"Oh, after I get set up I guess I'll try and look for a job. I don't have much money and I'll need to make some if I'm going to stay in an expensive place like New York. I don't know what kind of work I can get, though."
"Oh, sure thing, mama, I can help you out with everything. You really met the right dude. This is gonna be your lucky day, I think."
He laughed again, nodding his head up and down and patting me on the shoulder.
"Oh yeah, I know a lot of people in this town. I got a lot of connections. You put yourself into my hands and I don't think you'll have anything to worry about."
I smiled warmly. He was very nice. I couldn't remember when anyone had done so much for me before. It was just wonderful what he was doing for me. I was filled with enthusiasm. New York was going to be all right for me after all, and that was great. I had been so worried but now I could relax and know that I had made the right choice.
I had never met a black man before. There weren't many living in our town. Some people said bad things about them, but this was the first one I met and I realized that they were all crazy. If even only some of them were as nice as this one then I was sure that they were just as good if not better than anybody else in the world, of any color.
We reached the corner and he turned to me and reached for my bag.
"Let me carry that thing for you, sugar," he said warmly. "I bet you must be tired after carrying it around all the time. Shit, yes."
I gave it to him. I had total confidence in him at this point. I knew that there were people in the city, con men, who would win your confidence and then do something to you like steal your luggage, but I was sure that I didn't have to worry about that with him. And I was right. He was after bigger game than a girl's clothes.
He held out his big black hand to me after he had taken my bag in his other hand.
"Let's shake and introduce ourselves properly, okay, baby?" he said.
He had a funny way of talking and I enjoyed all his affectionate names for me. It made me feel even better about knowing him. He was wonderful.
I put my hand out and grabbed his. My hand looked so tiny compared to his. We shook and he smiled and winked at me as we shook them.
"My name is Willie, okay? And what does your name happen to be?"
"Oh, my name is Dorothy. I'm really pleased to meet you, I must say," I told him.
We grinned at each other and shook hands for a few more seconds until the light changed.
Then we walked across the street. He turned down that street and glanced at me.
"My car is parked in the alley right down this way, come on, baby," he said.
And when he said those last words he gave me a little pat on the ass. I thought it was just his way of being friendly so I didn't worry about it.
I walked with him halfway down the block and then saw that he had parked his car in a mostly empty lot. It was a Cadillac and it was the same color pink as his suit.
"Gosh, that must be your favorite color, huh, Willie?" I chuckled at him.
"That's right, baby, that's right. I love to see pink," he said. "Now stop talking so much and get into the car. I'm sure you're going to show me a little pink before the day is over. Yes indeed, I'll be waiting for that."
He went around to the other side and got into the car. Then we drove off. We were in traffic for a couple of minutes but then we moved into less crowded areas of the town. I didn't much like the area. It looked like it was mostly a slum. We kept on driving. And then we reached a building where he parked in front of it on the street.
"Come on, let's go upstairs. We'll see if we can get you set up at this place," he said.
And I followed him into the building through a back entrance. We walked up three flights of steps and then he unlocked a door and let me into the apartment.
When I was inside he came in and locked the door. I didn't understand why he had to lock the door with his key but I didn't question it. I was glad that I was getting such good treatment from him and that he was being so darned helpful.
He showed me into the living room and told me to sit down on the couch.
"Make yourself comfortable while I fix us both a couple of drinks," he said.
"All right, Willie, sure thing," I said, smiling at him. He was such a nice guy, I thought. It really was a pleasure to have him as a friend. I was so happy to be in New York.
He came back in a minute with two glasses. He handed one of them to me and then said that we would have to make a toast. And when we made it I was supposed to drink up the whole glass he had offered me. He said it was a New York custom I should follow.
I did as he told me. The liquor was a little strong for me but it was all right.
Then he sat down beside me and smiled at me and patted me on the legs. He put his big black hand on my kneecap and patted it several times. I smiled and nodded my head.
"Hey, baby, you're going to do real fine here, let me tell you that," he said. "Oh yeah, I think you're going to be the prettiest chick in the whole stable."
"Stable?" I said. "What stable do you mean? Like where they put horses, do you mean? Something like that? Am I going to get to work with horses?"
"Oh yeah, some of them are horses, that's for sure," he said and laughed. "Yeah, some of them are pigs and some of them are snakes too. A whole zoo."
I gave him a curious look. I didn't understand what he was talking about.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," I said. "I'm going to work in a zoo? You'll have to be a little clearer, Willie. I'm not catching your drift."
He stopped smiling and he nodded his head up and down slowly.
"You'll catch my drift pretty soon, baby, soon enough, that's for sure," he said. He stared at me hard. It made me self-conscious. I didn't know what he was looking at. I wondered if he wasn't drunk or on drugs or something.
"Is there anything wrong, Willie?" I asked him, wondering what was going on with the guy now that he was staring at me like that. It was really just a little strange.
"Huh, baby? What you talking about, strange, huh? You must be losing your mind or something, I guess. I don't know what you are talking about at all."
I stared at him. For some reason he seemed very far away from me all of a sudden.
I closed my eyes and then opened them and blinked them several times. Then I closed them again and shook my head from side to side for a few seconds. It felt like my head had suddenly become all stuffy and clouded. I wondered if it was taking all that liquor all of a sudden like that. But I had done some drinking in the past and it had never affected me anywhere near the way this was seeming to do.
I gulped a few times and closed my eyes. I felt very dizzy. It wasn't stopping, these feelings I had. They were growing, getting larger every moment.
I opened my eyes again and blinked them. I put my fingers on my eyelids and snapped them. I held my eyes wide open and looked around the room, trying to focus.
Everything seemed, to be getting dim and then spinning around and around in circles. It was so strange. I couldn't understand exactly what was happening. It was the weirdest sensation I had ever had. The only thing it reminded me of was what someone had once told me about the time they were knocked out with gas before an operation.
I felt everything becoming fainter and farther away. I just couldn't figure out what was going on. I gulped and shook my head. It just wouldn't stop.
I glanced for Willie. He had moved away to do something and I couldn't find him.
Then he came back into view and I saw the pink of his suit. He was standing in front of me and nodding. I could see that he was smiling. Those big white teeth of his really shone now. They were so bright that they seemed to hurt my eyes.
"Willie, what's happening to me? I'm so dizzy. I feel like I'm going to pass out ... God, yes, it's crazy, but it's true, it's really true,.oh wow, it's so weird, so weird. Tell me what's happening, will you? I just don't understand this at all, not at all ... help me, help me, Willie, I'm scared, I'm really scared about this now...."
I heard him laughing. It seemed very far away when he was standing there in front of me and laughing, throwing his big head back and his big stomach rocking up and down. His teeth were still showing, all big and white and shiny.
"You white bitch ... you have got to be the stupidest cunt I have ever seen, and that is really saying something, you know that, baby?"
I heard what he was saying but at the time I couldn't really figure it out, make sense of it. I tried and it hurt my head to think so hard. And then it was really over for me.
I threw my head back and the room seemed to go around and around in circles over my head. I closed my eyes and felt myself hurtling to the ground, even though I was doing barely more than floating as I fell back against the chair I was sitting on.
"Oh God," I mumbled. "I think I'm going to pass out, I really do, oh...."
And then the whole room spun around my head and it turned to flashing colors for a moment and then it turned all to black and I really was out.
The next thing I knew I felt someone pawing at me, grabbing and pushing on me. I was so groggy and out of it that I didn't know what was happening. I kept my eyes closed, thinking I was having a dream and just going back to sleep with it. I didn't want to wake up to such feelings. They were not at all pleasant, I felt. I wanted to think of something nicer. But then I realized that it was not a dream I was having. Someone was grabbing at me and someone was pushing against me.
I opened my eyes and blinked and looked and grimaced at what I was seeing there. It was Willie. I could see black everywhere and then I realized that I was looking at his huge, muscular black body. He was lying over me, grabbing at me. And I was naked too......
I closed my eyes and shuddered with fright and disgust at this.
It took me quite a while to figure just exactly what was happening, where I was and what had happened up to the last time I could remember, before I passed out.
It didn't take me long to figure out that I had been drugged. Something had been put into my glass and I drank it and was passing out before a few minutes were up.
And now that big black guy who I thought was so nice and such a friend was grunting and twisting himself over me. And by then I was aware that he had his cock rubbing against me.
I was naked too, I soon realized. He must have stripped me while I was passed out.
His hands were all over me, grabbing at my titties and poking into my cunt.
He pushed his fingers right into my hole and jabbed them in and out, back and forth, faster and faster, in and out, again and again, harder and harder. He jammed those fingers deep inside my cunt and made me quiver and groan. I could feel spittle drooling down the side of my mouth and onto my neck. It felt terrible, but he was blocking my arms and keeping me from wiping my mouth off. I couldn't do anything, in fact.
It was almost as if I was tied down there. I couldn't get away from him no matter how hard I tried. He was much bigger and stronger than me for one thing, and I was groggy from the drug he had given me, unable to really coordinate any defense against him.
And so he just kept right on doing what he was doing, jabbing my cunt with his fingers, digging them into me and twisting them from side to side, pushing them in and out.
"Ohhh ... Willie, stop it, stop it, how can you do this to me? We were friends. We shook hands. Christ, we were friends. You can't do this to me, you can't."
"I can do what I want to you, sweetheart," he said. "I can do any damned thing that I want to do and whenever I want. You're a prisoner of mine now, you stupid fucker. I'm going to do with you whatever turns me on and whatever can make me some money, you understand that? I told you already that I'm going to fix you up with my stable. You'll do right nice there. You don't have a thing to worry about. You might even like it, if you give it a chance."
"Give what a chance ... what are you talking about?" I cried, struggling beneath him as I realized that he was starting to fit his cock against my pussy and was going to slide it in, to fuck me with his big, throbbing black cock.
"Shit, baby, come off that trip, will you? You're not as naive as you're trying to make me think. I don't believe that shit for a minute. No way. You can give me all that crap that you want to, but I'm not buying it any more, you dig?"
"I ... I don't know what you're saying. You talk so funny. I thought you were my friend, my friend, and now you do this to me ... it's terrible, it is!"
"Oh sure, sure, it is terrible, baby, but you haven't seen anything yet if you don't watch your step, if you know what I mean ... oh, shit, you just better take it real easy with me or you could be in a lot of serious trouble, and I mean that...."
I started to cry. I felt terrible. I did. I really did. I didn't know what I was going to do. I wanted to die, yes, die, I felt that bad about everything.
And now he was inserting the cock. I could feel that my pussy hole was wet. I didn't know how wet but I was pretty sure that it was moist. I could imagine that he had been fooling around with me for some time before I came to. Whether it was my own juices or his saliva I wasn't sure. I didn't put it past him to be down there sucking on my cunt while I was still out of it from that drug he had given me.
He shoved the cock in, grunting wildly. He was still smiling. Those big white teeth were so bright that they seemed nearly blinding as he shone them at me.
And he shoved the huge black cock into my cunt and twisted it around. He lunged deep and then pulled it back out of me, sliding it in and out, back and forth, in and out, again and again without a pause. I shivered and moaned. I groaned and nodded my head up and down, up and down. I was gasping, groaning, out of breath.
"Oh, stop it, stop it, what are you doing to me? What are you doing, Willie? How can you do this to me? It's not right, it's not right, I tell you!"
He only laughed some more at that. He must have thought I was being really foolish and naive, to think that I could stop him with dopey lines like those I used.
He was pumping at me now, sliding his big cock in and out of my hot little pussy. I quivered. His cock was so big and thick that I couldn't help but react to him. He jammed the cock deep inside me and fucked away as hard as he could. I gasped and groaned and closed my eyes as I felt waves of pleasure starting to climb all through me.
"Oh God, what you're doing to me ... oh please, please, stop it, stop it, you must stop it, really, really, you must ... ohhhhhh ... Jesus Christ! Ayyyyy! Stop what you're doing to me ... ohhhhh, it's not right, it's not right, I tell you!"
"Well, I'm telling. you from now on, sweetheart," he said to me. "You fucking white cunts are all the same ... you think you can tell a guy like me what to do. But pretty soon I teach you. I teach you good to stop that shit right out...."
He laughed fiendishly and increased the violence of his fucking even more.
Now he put his hands under my ass and squeezed at my plump, round cheeks. He scratched his big black fingers in against my asshole and stabbed at it.
"No, no, don't do that!" I cried at him. "Please, please, don't do that! You're hurting me, you're hurting me, stop it, stop it, I beg of you, I beg of you!"
In and out his cock went. Back and forth, he fucked at me. I couldn't keep from gasping at the pressure, at the building pleasure going on inside of me.
I wanted it to stop but I was completely within his power and there was simply nothing I could do, not a thing in the world. He was going to have his way with me and that was simply all there was to it. And he was having it. He pounded that cock in and out of me, faster and faster, back and forth, on and on, again and again, in and out of my hot cunt.
I was burning between the legs now. He had really gotten to me, the bastard. He knew what he was doing. Of course, later, I would find out just how experienced he was. It was all just part of his sleazy profession, after all.
He was still fingering my ass and now he started to push the finger against my asshole.
"What are you doing? You're going to hurt me, do you hear that? You're going to hurt me ... please, please, stop what you're doing, don't do this to me! Oh shit, please, you mustn't do this, it's hurting me, it really hurts!"
But he just laughed and kept right on doing it, jamming that finger into me, right up my asshole. He shoved it in there and worked it all around, twisting it back and forth, back and forth, in and out of my hot asshole.
"Oh Jesus, stop that, stop that, it hurts, it hurts!" I screamed at him.
"I don't give a shit if it does hurt, baby, you're getting what you deserve, what all white bitches like you deserve, don't you know that?"
I whined and cried and shook all over. I couldn't contain myself. I was just full of feverish pain and pleasure all mixed up so you couldn't tell the difference between them. It went on like that, building and building all the time.
He shoved his finger into my asshole and then pulled it out again. And all the while his big black cock was plunging through my pussy, making me ache and quiver and moan with fiery pleasure and pain.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Stop it, stop it, please, please, I beg of you!" I screamed at him. "You can't want to hurt me like this, not you, my friend!"
But of course I was just being naive then. He was not my friend. I would soon find out that he was the worst enemy that I could ever have and there was no doubt about that. The things that he got me into were just beyond words.
And now he was ready to finish his little fuck scene. He moved through me faster, faster, in and out, plunging that hot, huge black dick in and out of my pussy hole.
"I'm gonna come, baby ... my black dick is about to fill your white pussy with cream, you understand that, sweetheart ... yeah, that's right, I'm going to fill you all up, right to the brim ... here it comes now, yeah, here it comes ... hold on for it, it's coming, ohhhh, yeah, and it's gonna be good, real good, baby...."
He lunged his cock deep inside of me and then dragged it back, repeating the movement again and again, over and over, faster and faster, back and forth, again and again without a pause. And then it was over. He thrust deep inside and I could hear him moaning and I could feel him shaking from head to toe as the orgasm washed over him.
"Ahhhhhh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, white bitch, here it comes, feel that black man's seed! Yes, ain't that the good stuff ... ohhhhhh, feel it, feel it ... oh Lord, yes!"
And he fucked back and forth for another minute before he slumped over me and gasped in my face. Then he climbed off of me, dragging his prick back out of my cunt. He sat back and sighed. He smiled at me and nodded his head up and down. He was really satisfied with himself, that bastard. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to plunge a dagger right down his fucking throat. I wanted to tear that cock of his right out of his flesh and stuff it down his throat. But of course I didn't do any of those things that I was thinking about. I was much too scared of him and still trembling and groggy from the drug he had given me. I couldn't do anything to him. All the cards were in his favor. I just had to see how he was going to play them, and how hard it would all be on me when he got down with me.
He grinned and nodded his head up and down. "Okay, baby, I think now I'm going to tell you what this game is all about here, you dig? I'm going to give you the word on what that job I'm giving you is all about. Don't worry. There's good money in it. I take my share and you take what's left. But don't ever try to double cross me or you'll wind up with your face cut in a thousand different places, you dig? Now let's see, where shall I begin this little story...."
And then he proceeded to tell me that he was the pimp for a nice little whorehouse operation. Some of the girls were volunteers and some of them were forced into it the way I was being forced into it right now. I shuddered through every word that he spoke. I was absolutely horrified by what he was telling me.
I couldn't believe what he was telling me. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever heard in my life. I didn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it.
But something inside me told me that it was the truth, that no matter how disgusting it was, he was not lying to me this time. All the other things had been lies but this time he was being brutally frank with me, confessing just what he had planned for me.
A job indeed, I thought. That was really funny. I couldn't believe I had been so naive that I could be suckered in by such a dreadful man as he was. It was the worst thing that had ver happened to me in my entire life. I couldn't believe that anything like this was ever going to happen to me. But it was happening. After all, it wasn't so hard to believe since he had already raped me. That part of the initiation was already over with. He had done it. Now I was more or less branded to his way of thinking. He had made it official. I was now part of that disgusting pimp's stable of girls. What an honor, I thought.
But I didn't have too many coherent thoughts about the whole thing. No, I was mostly concerned with the awfulness of it and how I could escape from him. But there didn't seem any likely escape from this man. He was powerful and strong and he knew just what he was doing while I didn't know anything. I hardly knew where we were, even if we were still in the State of New York or not. I was just a naive small town girl who had gotten herself in over her head for the first time in her life and she was already regretting it.
"Please, please, you can't want to do this to me. You just can't. I'm a nice girl. I couldn't possibly do the things that you're telling me to do. No, I couldn't do that. Please, you've got to let me go, you've got to. I can't do this, don't you understand what I'm saying to you? You can't be deaf as well as stupid and black! Let me go, let me get out of here."
He just grinned at me. He shook his head from side to side and I guess I knew what that meant as far as my thoughts about getting out of there went. He was not about to let me get away.
I would realize later how much money someone like me meant to him. Yes, I was quite an investment, but he figured that I was going to turn up a pretty good profit so it didn't matter about the cost in keeping me.
He started touching me again. His hands went all over my body, grabbing at my tits and pulling on the nipples and making me groan and shake as he touched them. He pulled on one of them and made me wince.
He laughed some more and then reached down and touched my cunt. He pulled on the pussy hairs till I winced from the pain of it. I groaned and shook as he touched my cunt. I didn't want him to fuck me again but I had a pretty good idea that he was going to do just that. I gulped and shook my head and closed my eyes. I wanted to think it was all just a nightmare and that it would go away if I started thinking good thoughts and didn't give in to him or anything.
But I was being really naive then. This was real, all right. And he was going to get his way with me whether I was ready to go along with it or not.
He put my hand down on his black cock and made me squeeze it. I had no choice but to go along with him in what he wanted from me. I squeezed the cock and pumped it up and down several times, back and forth, again and again. I groaned and sobbed and turned my head away from him. I didn't want to see him and I didn't want to see what I was doing at all. I just wanted it to all disappear fast.
But there was no much chance for that. There wasn't much chance for that in the world. I was going to get what I deserved. I was going to get fucked by him.
It was what I deserved for running away from my home. God or someone was punishing me for doing that. I was not going to get away with it for long. I was going to have to face up to the fact that I was just not old enough or mature enough to handle myself on my own, especially not in the big city of New York. It was just not done. Girls like me got eaten up by that big city. They were eaten up and spit out when they were used up. And that seemed to be the fate that was awaiting me. I was going to get turned into a fucking prostitute and I wouldn't be able to escape.
He spread my thighs and slid his cock into my cunt. He pushed deep inside. I was quivering and sobbing as he pushed the cock into me. He pushed it in deep and then pulled it out again. He started fucking back and forth, back and forth, in and out of me, faster and faster.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, baby, come on, come on, wrap that beautiful cunt all around my hot black dick," he groaned at me. He was really enjoying himself. He had that big toothy grin of his in place and he was laughing and giddy as he slid his big prick in and out of me.
He jammed his big black dick into my cunt and twirled it around. I couldn't help but respond to that massive pressure. I started whimpering and shivering as he jammed it in and out of me. Back and forth, again and again, shoving all of his black meat deep inside my heaving pussy. I was getting wetter and wetter all the time. I couldn't help it. It was just happening, more and more. I wanted it to stop but it wasn't going to stop. It was just going to keep on happening, more and more all the time. That was the way it went. Minute after minute, he just kept slamming that cock int me, back and forth through my heaving pussy hole.
I didn't want to like it but I found myself liking it in spite of myself.
The pleasure started to grow. The cock pounded at me, back and forth, back and forth. I closed my thighs together when he jammed all of that black meat into me. But there was nothing I could do. There was no way that I could keep his cock out of me at that point. He was in and that was that.
His cock was throbbing wildly. He pushed deep inside my cunt and twirled it all around. In and out, he fucked at me, harder and harder. I could feel the juices running out of the long black shaft. The meat was throbbing wildly, more and more all the time.
I thrashed about under him, my head snapping from side to side as he screwed his cock in and out of me, back and forth, faster and faster. I was being worked up to a climax and I couldn't stop it from happening. It was inevitable. The climax was coming on, faster and faster, closer and closer, more and more all the time. The cock thrust inside me and turned and twisted around. He pumped it back and forth, in and out, faster and faster, all the time now, without even a pause for him to catch his breath. The cock just kept flying, faster and faster, in and out, pounding away at my heaving, moistening pussy hole.
I let out a scream. I couldn't help it. There was just too much pressure bottled up inside of me. I had to let it out somehow. I had to let off the steam, the pressure. It was building growing higher and higher inside of me. I didn't want to stop it. I just wanted to be somewhere else, with someone else instead of this awful black giant who' had decided I was going to be his whore. And there was nothing I could do about it, nothing at all.
He grabbed at my tits as he was fucking me. He didn't care if he was hurting me or not. That was not even a consideration for him. He just wanted to have his fun and he was used to acting as rough and violent as he possibly could.
When he had played with my tits for long enough he moved his hands down to my ass. He gripped the cheeks with both hands, holding them tight and digging his nails into them.
I let out another scream, "Ahhhhhhh! No, no, let go of me, let go of me, you can't do this to me, stop it, stop it, please, please, this isn't right, don't you understand?"
"I understand nothing from you, white bitch, nothing at all ... it's you who is going to do all the understanding, don't you understand that? Yeah, it's you who is going to be understanding me from now on. I will tell you when to get up in the morning, when to go to sleep and when to shit, you dig? You are in my power from now on and that's all there is to it."
I shuddered. I was frightened and disgusted by everything he said to me. It made me sick to my stomach to think that I had gotten myself into this situation. Now I know how a prisoner must feel when he's on Death Row and knows that the only thing waiting for him down the road is a hangman's noose. It was more or less the same thing for me. I might have even had something worse waiting for me. It was what they would call a fate worse than death in those old melodramas. And in this case it was true. I wondered if I was going to be able to live through it or if it was going to be so bad that I would finally try any way that I could in order to get out of it, including dying. Yes, at that point I was so hysterical that I figured I might just have to commit suicide to get out of this.
But right now I was in the very uncomfortable position of enjoying being raped.
I couldn't help it. I think any girl would feel the same way with that big black dick being plunged back and forth through their pussy. In and out, back and forth, again and again that cock pounded at me and my pussy was responding. There was no doubt about it.
The cock hit harder and harder and each time it hit it set off a wave of pleasure inside me. I shook and moaned and shivered from head to toe.
"You love it, bitch, so stop bullshitting me, just stop it now, you hear me? Or else I might just have to be rough with you, you dig where I'm coming from?"
And to show me he meant it, he suddenly jabbed his middle finger against my anus.
He found the hole right away and jammed the finger right up my asshole. He pushed it in up to the knuckle without even pausing for a second. He shoved it in and then pushed it back and forth several times, in and out, back and forth, each time making me shudder from the pain of it. He didn't want for my muscles to open up, to stretch around the probing finger, Instead, he just shoved it in there and made me cry out and feel the pain of it. And all the while he was still fucking me, so that I had a mixture of pleasure and pain that was enough to drive me right out of my mind. I couldn't control what I was feeling. It was such a weird, strange mixture, like nothing I had ever experienced before.
He was gasping and groaning now, grinning and drooling saliva onto my face.
He was really fucking wildly, jamming that cock back and forth, in and out of me, faster and faster all the time, back and forth, in and out, again and again, harder, harder all the time, never stopping, never slowing, on and on, again and again, never giving me a chance to catch my breath, nor a chance for himself to do the same.
And then I was sure that he was just about to go over the edge. I could feel the way his cock was quivering inside of me. I knew that at any moment I would feel another heavy dose of cream from that big black cock of his. I closed my eyes and tried my best to pretend that I was somewhere else, somewhere with another man, not this awful black pimp with his huge dick, fucking me harder, harder, and shoving his finger in and out of my asshole.
He was going to come. I knew it. I could feel it coming on, closer and closer.
He groaned in my face, "Oh yeah, little white bitch ... you're going to get it, yes you are, you're going to get it so bad, you hear me? Ohhhhh, shit, yes, yes, you are, you are, baby, feel that cock, feel that black meat inside your lily-white pussy...."
He jammed up into me again and again and then he slammed deep inside and held it there while he groaned. I knew that he had reached his climax at that moment.
In the next moment I was feeling his come splashing against me, more and more of it, thick gobs shooting through my pussy and then washing out at the sides of the lips, dripping down to warm my quivering asshole when he pulled his finger out of it.
He collapsed against me and groaned and grunted in my ear. He was properly satisfied. I realized that that wasn't the best thing in the world since it meant that I had passed as one of his girls, for his so-called stable there. I cursed myself for letting him fuck me at all. It was terrible. I should have fought to my last breath. I should never have allowed it. I should have just refused to cooperate and leave it at that. He would have beaten me but perhaps he would have thought that I was too much trouble and he would not have gone ahead and taken me for one of his whores after all.
It was too late now. He smiled at me approvingly and nodded his head.
"Okay, baby, you know all the tricks. Maybe there's a few more we'll teach you. But mostly you'll get on-the-job training, if you know what I mean," he said and laughed.
I shivered. He made it all sound so disgusting without even being all that specific about what was going to happen, what I was going to have to do.
He got up and stretched his muscular arms over his head and yawned.
"Well, that's enough fun and games for now," he said. "I guess I ought to take you over and introduce you to everybody, and get you set up. We want to start you working by tomorrow at the latest. We don't mess around here, baby. There's no wasting time. And you remember that when it comes to working. You just get on the ball and do what you're supposed to all the time, you follow me, baby? Yeah, I think you do."
I just looked at him and gulped and shook my head. I didn't follow him. I didn't want to. I didn't want to know anything about it at all. But I knew I was going to. I was going to have to know it all, learn all the dirty tricks that he had in mind.
We had run out of time by then and so I asked her to finish her story at our next session together. She was happy to do that. I could see she was emotionally exhausted from telling us what she had to say so far, and I didn't want to put her through anything else.
INTERVIEW THREE
We resumed our conversation two days later, and then we got into the part about her time spent as a prostitute. I was very interested to hear this. She was obviously still shaked up about it, but I was gentle with her and let her tell me at her own pace.
Well, they took me to the house where they did it. I was introduced to these other girls. They were basically two types. Some were tough and sarcastic, real whore types, and the others were like zombies. I wasn't sure if they had all been forced into working at this place with the same sort of threats that were given to me, but it was obvious that some of them fit in with what was happening and some of them didn't. Some just never would and they turned into the zombies that I saw there.
I wondered which type I was going to become. I figured that I would probably be the zombie type, never being able to accept my fate there, always disgusted, horrified by it all until my mind would finally snap from the pressure. And then I would look like those lost souls, wandering around, eyes glassy, mouths hanging open.
I was put into a room. There was not much in there, only a bed, a chair, a table, and some towels and cleanser. The sheets didn't look very clean, that was for sure.
It didn't look like anyone had changed them in ages. I felt sick to my stomach as I was told to stay in there and just make myself at home.
The idea of making myself at home there was absurd and made me feel nauseous. And it also reminded me of the home that I ran away from. My parents were always arguing, that was true, but at least it was a nice, clean, modern, spacious place. Now I was reduced to living in this dirty closet in a dark apartment where the windows were boarded up and the doors were guarded at all times. It was just, terrible, that's what it was.
But the worst part had not yet begun, of course. I was still not yet a real prostitute. Tomorrow that would begin, he had said. So I had the day and the night to think about what it would be like and to make myself feel even worse than I already did.
I had my first customer bright and early the next day. He was a short, bald man. He was on the pudgy side and looked very greasy. He grinned at me as he came in. He closed the door behind him and looked me over, leering and licking his lips.
I was forced to wear a garter belt and stockings and a little sheer thing over my top. It went down just barely to my cunt and ass and if I moved at all you could see both my ass cheeks and my pussy hair. That was the idea, of course.
He looked at me and smiled and nodded his head up and down.
"Well, yeah, you look just like they told me. I don't usually like a place where you can't see the girl you're getting till your in with her, but this turned out okay. Yeah, sure it did. We can get along just fine you and me, sweetheart."
I bit my lip. I didn't know what to say to him. I knew that I couldn't fight him. They would be in on me in a minute if I did that and I would get a beating.
I was given a full warning as to what I would get if I ever gave a customer a hard time or if I ever tried to get any of them to help me out of the place. They knew that was always a possibility, that I would talk to one of the customers and try and get his sympathy and get him to take me out of there. But they made sure that they scared the shit out of you so that you never tried doing anything like that.
This guy came over to me and started touching me. I cringed when I felt his greasy hand go on me, but I tried not to show it too much. I didn't want him to go back and complain that I was giving him a hard time or anything like that.
I didn't look forward to the beating they would give me for it. Not at all.
I was already trying to deal with the reality of this fantastic situation. I knew that it was awful and that I was never going to get out, but I told myself that I would have to manage somehow, that I would get by if I could just not feel anything.
He put his hands on my breasts and on my tits. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I forced myself not to think about it. I just wanted to ignore it completely.
He stuck his fingers into my cunt, pushing them deep inside.
"Oh wow, you have quite a juicy box there, baby, yes you do, oh yes you do," he said, grinning and nodding his head up and down. "Wow, I am really going to enjoy sticking my cock into you. Oh shit, yes I am, yes I am."
He moved away from me then and quickly stripped off his clothes. He was really anxious. If his face didn't show that then his cock certainly did. He pulled his underpants down and revealed his prick standing up at attention, throbbing wildly. It was a fairly big cock and he grabbed it at the base and squeezed on it and pumped it up and down several times, again and again, back and forth, making the come slide down over his fingers.
"Okay, baby, I'm ready for you, I guess. Yeah, I really am. Let's get down on the sheets and get at it, shall we? I mean, any time you're ready, I am, okay?"
He grinned and stretched out on the bed with me. I lay back on the pillow. I wanted to close my eyes and forget what I was doing. I just wanted it to be over with. But I knew that would probably be alienating to him so I knew I couldn't do that. I had to act like I was actually enjoying what he was doing. But I wasn't. I wasn't enjoying it in the least, Doctor. Not at all.
He moved over me and his hands were on me, touching my body, grabbing at my cunt and sticking his fingers into the meat. He stroked back and forth and got me opened up pretty good.
And then he slid his cock inside me. I gulped and looked away from him, trying to keep my cool while he was doing this. But it was hard. It was very hard. I gulped and swallowed hard and bit my lower lip as he pushed the prick in and started fucking it back and forth. He slid in and out, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster.
He grunted and heaved in my face and I thought the smell of his breath was going to make me sick. But I held on and pretty soon he was finished and fell off of me.
"Wow, that was good," he said with a sigh. He twisted around and got off the bed. He stood up and stretched his arms. "Yeah, that was real good, baby. I'll be seeing you again."
And then he got dressed and went out. I lay there, and before I could stop them tears were coming to my eyes. I brushed them away as I heard someone coming down the hall.
It was another customer. Another man I would have to fuck so that my pimp could keep himself rolling in money. I wanted to kill myself again, but the man walked in then and I just lost myself in the work, in the fucking with this stranger.
The place was finally raided, after I had been there a couple of weeks. They let all of us girls go when they found out that some of us had been held against our will.
She concluded her story there. I could see that she was quite distraught about what she was telling me. I tried to console her as best I could.
CONCLUSION
As you can see, here is a girl who regretted her hasty decision. She was not as mature as she had thought herself to be and found out the hard way that it is a bleak, cruel world out there for young ladies like her. I hope that I will be able to help her get over the trauma of this experience.
I am sure that with time and my help she will learn to overcome the traumas that she has gone through.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Donna D. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Donna walked into my office looking tired and weary. She was an extraordinarily pretty young lady and it was really a shame to see so much pain on the face of one so healthy and beautiful. I was anxious to hear her story and hoped that I would be able to help her and make her start smiling instead of frowning.
I guess you know that I'm being held in the Juvenile Hall until everything is settled about my case. You want me to start telling you some things about myself.
All right, I just have to figure out where you'd like me to begin this thing. There's certainly a lot of territory I could cover. I've done so much and been in so much trouble and had so many bad times, it's just incredible. Anyway, I guess I know where to start.
I was living with my mother. My father ran out on us when I was pretty young.
I didn't even know the guy, really. He was always disappearing even when he did live with us, and then he left for good and I haven't seen him since.
I wonder if I'll ever see the guy again or what. It doesn't seem likely. I don't think I'll be going back to where I was much any more. I want to leave all of my past behind me. Yes, as far behind me as I possibly can, you understand.
We lived in an apartment over a restaurant and bar. My mother liked to go down there and hang out and get drunk after she finished work. I would try to do my homework, but without anybody in the house you don't feel such an urgent need to get your work done.
Anyway, I was usually upstairs either trying to do my homework or watching the television or something. I got bored a lot. And I guess I was a little mad at my mother.
I didn't much like the idea of her always being out like that. And I knew what she was up to too. I knew that she was looking for a guy, a pickup, somebody she could bring up to the apartment and fuck. She loved to fuck, my mother did.
So she would bring them up there and they would get into her bed and screw. Of course, sometimes they didn't even make it to the bed, which is one of the things I'll tell you about. It will give you a good idea of what it was like for me in that house.
I was in my room and it was getting late, around eleven or so. It was just about time for me to get ready for bed. I got out of my clothes and into a nightgown and then I went into the bathroom down the hall. I was in there when I heard some sounds.
It was my mother arriving with her new boyfriend for the night.
The two of them must have been drinking quite a bit because they were laughing and giggling and talking kind of loud. They didn't seem to have any concern that they might be overheard by me. Perhaps my mother had not even told the guy that she had a daughter in the house, a grown daughter like me.
Maybe she thought that such a fact would turn the guy off. That was entirely possible, I realized. Who would want to go up to some chick's apartment and then find out she has one of her kids running around watching them doing everything.
And as it turned out it was certainly obvious that she had not told him about me.
He didn't know that or he wouldn't have acted the way he did. Not even my mother would pick a guy who would knowingly fuck in front of the chick's daughter.
But that was what they did, as it turned out. They didn't know they were doing it in front of me but that didn't change the situation as far as I was concerned. I still got to see that amazing spectacle, right before my very eyes.
I went to the door of the bathroom and listened to hear anything that might be going on out there. I heard voices and more laughing from the two of them.
I opened the door and stepped out a bit, wanting to see if they had gone into her bedroom yet. I hoped they didn't want to use the bathroom before I got back to my room. It was a lousy situation. I didn't like this, being caught out when they got home.
Usually, she had the decency not to come back to the apartment till much later when I was supposed to be asleep. But she couldn't have figured that I would be asleep this early.
And I wasn't. I was right there listening to them.
I decided to start back for my room. Then I heard some groans from my mother and I wondered if she was in pain or something or what was the matter.
I decided I had better inspect and see what was going on there.
I walked out in the hall a bit and looked out towards the living room. I didn't see anything and I didn't hear anything right at that moment.
I wondered what could have happened and I guess I was even a little bit worried about my mother. I mean, she was still my mother and all that for all of her seedy behavior and the way she often treated me, which was not good at all.
I looked around the edge of the wall there and glanced at the living room.
Then I saw them. I saw the two of them there on the couch. They were in a tight embrace, kissing wildly, rubbing and hugging at each other.
I stepped back and debated whether to look at them any more. I was certainly intrigued, as anyone would be in that situation. But I didn't know whether I should risk being seen or not. I stood there in the shadows in the hallway and debated.
Then I heard a moan from out there. I looked again, wondering what was wrong.
The two of them were still twisting and crawling about. But now I could see that the man, who seemed a number of years younger than my mother, was sticking his hand up her dress and rubbing at her crotch, right at her pussy.
I wondered if she had on panties or if he was touching her meat right then.
She was enjoying it, that was for sure. His hand moved over and around on the crotch and she moaned and shivered as he did it to her.
They embraced again and were kissing wildly together. They were really enjoying each other's company, that was definite. She had not picked a loser this time, it seemed. She sometimes did, I knew. I had heard about it when she was talking to one or the other of her girlfriends. She would be talking to them and mentioning some of her latest affairs. She would use dirty words and stuff like that when she would describe them and what they did, and some of these things at the time I didn't even understand.
Like, for instance, I didn't know exactly what she was talking about when she told her girlfriend on the phone that the guy was well-hung. I didn't know what she meant and I wondered if it had something to do with hanging, with him being killed or something.
That one took me a long time to figure out, I can tell you that. But the next time she used the expression, I understood it from the context when she went on to further describe how long the guy's cock turned out to be.
Anyway, now I was not just listening to her talk dirty I was watching her doing it too.
They were wrestling around on the couch, grabbing at each other, twisting and turning and shaking about, touching each other like they were trying to put out a fire on each other's body or something. And then they started stripping off their clothes.
It didn't take them long. No, not long at all. They were naked very shortly.
I didn't move away. I knew I should have. I knew that it wasn't right to spy on them like this, and yet at the same time I knew that it wasn't right for them to be doing this out there on the couch, in public view as they were. This was my house too, after all, and if they wanted to fuck around in her bedroom that was their business, but the living room was for all of us and so they were going a little too far, I felt.
And they were going to go all the way. There was no doubt about that.
They were naked and I could see his cock. It was a wonderfully large prick he had. It was stiff and throbbing away. A huge, long piece of meat.
"Oh, you're so big," I heard my mother saying to him. "I had no idea that you were built like that, baby ... that's beautiful ... there's nothing I like more than a really nice, big cock ... oh yeah, come on, stick that into me!"
She grabbed at the cock, squeezing it and jerking it up and down again and again. Then she turned it down to her cunt and slipped it inside her. He shoved his prick into her and pushed it deep inside the heaving pussy hole.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, that's beautiful, that's really good, oh yeah, do it to me, do it to me so hard, so good, ohhhh, fuck that cock into me!" she moaned at him. "Oh yes, yes, I love it, I really love it ... shove that cock into me, shove it in deep, fuck me, fuck my cunt, I have such a hot cunt, oh God, yes, that cock feels good!"
"Baby, that pussy of yours is the hottest one I've ever been inside," he grunted back at her. "Shit, you feel like you're going to burn my fucking cock right off, you know that? Oh shit, yes, that's good, that's really good."
I could see his ass going up and down as he rammed at my mother, shoving his prick in and out of her cunt. And every time he pounded his prick down she moaned and cried and shook in ecstasy. She just loved it, she really did, and I loved watching it all. It was so sexy and exciting. I had never seen anything like it. I didn't want it to ever end.
I was hardly aware that I was standing there where I could be seen if they happened to look my way. But then there didn't seem to be much chance that they would look my way at all. None at all. Both my mother and the stranger were very preoccupied.
They were going at it hot and heavy. They didn't seem like they would ever stop what they were doing. No, it was going to go on forever like that, at that frantic and heated speed. I was sweating and shaking just from watching them. I was really in a state of panic and excitation. It was really like nothing else I had ever experienced.
I just stared at them there and watched as their passion mounted, higher and higher all the time. I didn't want to move away. I wanted to see this thing to its conclusion. I wanted to watch them making it, screaming and groaning and telling each other what they were feeling. You have to understand that I had never seen a porno movie or anything like that and this just really did it for me. It was such a weird and fascinating spectacle. And the fact that my mother was one of the participants there on that creaking couch made it all the stranger, of course. I suppose I was going through some real identity crisis. I mean, have you ever seen your mother making love with another man, Doctor? Even if you haven't I'm sure you can understand that it would be a pretty weird and upsetting thing. I just stayed there, transfixed by it.
He was pumping harder, faster, making her grunt and moan every time.
And then he stopped and mumbled something at her that I didn't catch. I realized that he was telling her to turn around so they could change positions.
Now I saw my mother get up, saw her naked body and the look of wild abandon on her face. She was gasping and licking her wet lips as she hovered over him.
And I looked at that cock again. It was throbbing away like crazy. It was a beautiful piece of male meat. It was throbbing wildly as she stood up and got into place over him.
She reached back and took hold of the cock, squeezing it below the head.
"Oh yeah, that feels so nice, that big, hot cock of yours, baby," she said.
"Oh shit, yes, that feels beautiful, just beautiful," he told her. "Oh do that some more, for a few seconds more, baby ... stroke me, stroke my cock...."
I listened to this, hardly believing I was hearing it. I knew that my mother could be vulgar but I never realized just how much so and I certainly had never expected to hear her in this particular context. You can imagine how weird it would be.
So my mother held his cock and stroked it some more, up and down, up and down, and then she placed it against the flared red lips of her hot pussy hole.
"Come on, baby, come on, stick that cock up inside of me, shove that thing in there, give it to me, give it to me, fill me up, shove that cock into my cunt!"
They both seemed to be delighting in her use of obscenity. I certainly found the words she was using and the way she was using them to be electrifying.
And now she fitted the cock between the lips of her cunt and she sat down on it. She slid her ass down on the long, thick piece of throbbing meat. I watched the cock go in and sink into her pussy. It was a thrilling sight and I must say that my cunt was wet by the time that cock reached the depths of her cunt.
I was so excited that I almost wanted to scream something out too. But I stopped. I bit my lip and just trembled there as I watched them going at it.
It was incredible. It was certainly the most moving thing I had ever seen. I was both sexually turned on and emotionally upset over who was doing this thing.
It's certainly a case of mixed emotions when you see your mother having sex with a stranger. And mixed emotions were what I was having right then.
I watched the cock enter her and then I saw her shudder with pleasure as all of the cock meat was finally inside of her. She grinned and sucked air in through her gritted teeth. She smiled and shook her head, making her hair fly about her shoulders.
"That's good, that feels so good, so very good, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she shouted at the man she was sitting on. "Mmmmmm, yes, move that cock inside me, baby, move it around, lift it up high, fill my cunt with it, yes!"
"Oh yeah, I'm trying my best ... mmmm, that hot cunt feels so good, so fucking good, it really does ... mmmmm, fuck it, Jesus, yeah, that's good!"
She bounced up and down on him, back and forth, up and down, up and down, faster and faster. They were really going wild now, leaping about on the couch, bouncing in the air like crazy. A couple of times I thought she would fly right off of his cock and fall to the floor in front of him. But she managed to keep her balance on him and they just went at it, more and more. It was an incredible scene.
They fucked, up and down, back and forth, faster and faster. I thought I was going to pass out I was getting so excited and out of breath. I don't think I drew a breath since the whole thing started. No, not a breath of air. I was just spellbound by the whole scene there. And it was really wild what was going on there.
I found my hand moving up to my crotch as I stood there watching them. Yes, I was moving my hand right to my cunt and rubbing at it, rubbing back and forth.
I don't know how I can admit this to you, Doctor, but it is the truth. I was really doing that then as I stood there and watched them.
I was masturbating while I watched them going at it. I was really digging my fingers into my cunt and moving them around and around inside of me.
Yes, I was masturbating. It seems so weird now, but if you were there, at that moment in time and watching what they were doing, you would have seen what I was seeing and felt what I was feeling and known my need to do it.
I fitted my fingers right inside my cunt. I pushed them inside and felt how wet I was.
I was dripping wet. The come was dribbling down over my fingers, right down onto my wrist. I pushed the fingers in deep and jerked them around and around.
I gasped. "Oh ... yes, yes, it feels so good," I mumbled to myself. "Ohhhh, yes...."
I worked three fingers into my cunt and jerked them back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, again and again, more and more, faster and faster.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... mmm ... so good, so good, yes, yes, it is...."
And I pushed those fingers deep inside me and jerked them out again. They were coated with pussy juice and now I brought the fingers up to my mouth and licked at them. The taste was incredible. I had never tasted anything like it before in my life. It was just a wonderful taste, the aroma was strong and so sexy, and I nearly swooned from it.
Then I spread my legs again and stuck the fingers in there once more. I pushed them in deep and twirled them around and around, digging back and forth, back and forth, pushing in and twisting and jerking them about, faster and faster.
"Oh God, ohhhhhh, yes, yes, yes," I moaned, and I knew that I was getting louder, almost loud enough to be heard by my mother and her friend. But I couldn't control myself. I was just losing all control as my passion flared.
I was seeing this weird live sex show just a few yards away from me. It was in that familiar setting of the living room in the house where I grew up and one of the stars of the show was my own mother. And there it was, right in front of me, and it was a staggering sight. I know I was acting crazy, losing all control of myself, but I somehow think the circumstances were understandable for that. I was seeing something so strange and so unexpected that it really staggered me completely.
My mother seemed to be having her own climax at that point in the proceedings.
"Mmmmmm! I'm coming darling, oh God, yes, yes, you're wonderful ... you're wonderful, you ... oh, what's your name again? I can't even remember. I'm sorry!"
"That's all right, sweetheart. I don't remember yours either so we're even," he said with an excited laugh that turned into a moan as my mother clamped her cunt down tight on the tip of his prick and twisted it like a corkscrew.
He threw his head back against the couch and let out a loud scream of ecstasy.
"Oh Jesus, that's beautiful, beautiful! Mmmmmmm! Oh Christ, yes, yes, that's great, that's the way to do it to me, baby, you fucking move that cunt so well, you know that? So fucking well! Ahhhhhh! I don't know how much longer I'll be able to go on, I really don't ... you just about have me at the end of my rope ... oh fucking shit ... yes, yes, keep going, keep going with it ... mmmmmm, let it happen, baby, I've got to come soon...."
And my mother continued bouncing, rising and falling, faster and faster, back and forth, bobbing and falling on the throbbing cock that was impaling her middle, deep inside her heaving cunt. She quivered and squeezed her pussy against that pole. She loved every second of it. She loved the way that cock sent those throbbing messages up through her whole twisting, aching pussy hole.
"Mmmmmmm! Darling, you're wonderful, just wonderful, do you know that? Ahhhhhh! Yes, yes, you are ... ohhhhhh, so good, so good! Ayyyyyyy!"
She reached down and scratched her nails into the flesh of his thighs. She bounced higher, more and more, up and down, nearly losing his cock but then grasping it with the mighty jaws of her cunt at the very last moment.
"Mmmmmmm! Ayyyyyyy! Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming, baby!" my mother cried. "I'm coming! Mmmmm! And it's beautiful, it's really beautiful, yes, yes, it is, ohhhhhh, I love it! MmmmmmJShove that cock into me! Mmmmmmmmm! Yes, yes, yes! That's good!"
She bounced harder, harder, up and down, more and more, all the time, faster and faster, crazily, bouncing and bouncing and flying through the air. They were like a team of crazed acrobats there on the couch and I was their audience.
I was jerking myself off like crazy at this point. I was digging my fingers in deep and pushing them all around, deep inside my hot cunt.
The come juice was pouring down my fingers. And every time I jabbed my hand up against my cunt it sent waves of pleasure all through me. I jabbed back and forth, in and out, again and again, faster and faster, really hitting myself with that hand of mine.
I was moving closer to them too. It seems so strange, but I really was. If they had just paused for a moment in their wild encounter they would surely have seen me peering at them from such a close vantage point. It was only because they were so wrapped up in the passion of their carnal embrace that they just didn't see me.
Maybe you can see something in what I was doing, Doctor. Maybe you will say that I was unconsciously trying to get my mother to know that I was there so that we would expose each other's lust, confronting each other in this peculiar and certainly weird situation, with her fucking a stranger on the couch and me jerking off.
But the fact was that she didn't see me. And I was just about reaching a climax now. I was not so determined to have them see me that I was going to scream as loud as I felt like screaming. Not at all. I tried to keep quiet, in fact. I tried biting my lip to muffle the sounds of my whimpering and moaning as the pressure of pleasure built and built inside of me. My cunt was really blazing now.
Over on the couch, the guy was saying, "Shit, I think I'm going to come pretty soon, baby ... yeah, yeah, I really do ... oh shit, Jesus, I think I'm going to come, what do you think about that, huh? I'm going to fill that red hot pussy of yours with all of my fucking come ... ohhhhhh, yeah, yeah, and it's gonna feel good ... you're gonna love it, sweetheart, getting filled with all that hot come...."
"Yes, yes, yes," my mother shouted back at him. She was certainly not worrying about whether her daughter could hear her, wherever she thought I was. Maybe she unconsciously wanted me to see her doing this, right, Doctor? But I don't think that's it at all. More likely it is just that she didn't give a shit. I probably didn't even enter her mind during this whole passionate encounter of hers. That was the kind of mother I had. She would do something like this and not even remember that I existed.
But I existed all right, and I was there just a short distance from her and with my hand shoved up my pussy, deep inside my cunt and twisting and probing and pushing deep inside there, jerking around, pumping back and forth, back and forth. It was great. I was about to come. I couldn't stop it from happening. The pleasure just swept over me then. I bit into my lip to keep from crying out from it, biting so deep that I nearly drew blood. Then I released the lip and gasped. I stumbled back.
I fell back against the wall and just stood there breathing deeply and shaking my head.
They were still going, but I realized that they were just about at the end of it now. The two of them twisted and gasped and cried at each other.
"I'm going to come, baby, get ready for my come inside that hot cunt of yorus, yeah, yeah, get ready for it, baby, get ready now ... ohhhhhh, Jesus!"
And my mother groaned back at him. "Yes, yes, I'm coming! And I want it, baby, I want to feel your hot sperm deep inside me, gushing against my cunt hole! Ohhhhhh, I want it, I want it so bad, so fucking bad! Ayyyyyyyyy!"
Her head thrashed about so hard that I thought it would snap right off her neck. And then he embraced her and pushed his cock deep inside her cunt and held it there.
They both screamed and shook and quivered wildly like there was an earthquake going on underneath their feet. She leaned into him and kissed him wildly on the lips.
And at that same moment I climaxed fully. The pleasure washed over me, a huge wave of it now that I couldn't stop. It just kept coming. I closed my eyes, but that was no good. To fully appreciate this particular climax I had to keep watching them, keep seeing that ass of my mother's, and her cunt wrapped around the throbbing flesh of the man's dick.
I gasped a few times and then the pleasure began to recede. I lay there, propped against the wall, quivering with desire, with envy of the two of them enjoying each other's bodies like that while I was left with only my fingers to pleasure myself with.
I gulped and took a few deep breaths and then stepped back. I slid myself around the end of the wall and moved back into the hallway that led to my bedroom.
I shook my head. I couldn't believe that what had just happened had happened. But it had. It was no fantasy. It was all there. I had really happened just like that.
They were in each other's arms, gasping and shaking and moaning. They kissed each other and laughed excitedly and wearily over what they had just done.
I backed away as quietly as I could. I shook my head. My heart was beating fast. I moved along the hall and went into my bedroom. I pressed myself against the wall in there and tried to catch my breath. Then I closed the door and climbed into bed.
I lay there on the bed in the dark and thought about what had happened. It was certainly the strangest experience I had ever had up till then.
I lay there for an hour or so and just kept thinking about it. And then I found that my cunt was quivering and warm and ticklish. I put my hand down there.
I touched my cunt and slid two fingers into it. I pushed them inside and worked them around. I was quivering from head to toe in an instant.
"Oh God ... yes, yes, my hot cunt," I moaned out loud, enjoying the sound of the dirty words as they echoed in the silent and dark bedroom.
I kept thinking about that big cock moving in and out of my mother's pussy hole. Back and forth, back and forth, the cock lunged against her, and she cried out and shook and moaned and loved the pleasure that it was giving her. The pleasure didn't seem close to ending now. I was feeling wonderful, better and better with every stroke of my fingers.
I pushed three fingers deep inside my cunt and held them there while I shivered all over, quivering from the feel of those fingers inside me. I could pretend that they were cocks, that it was the meat of that guy's dick stabbing at my pussy the way he stabbed at my mother's cunt. Yes, I could see it happening, I could see him over me, shoving that big dick right up my cunt hole, fucking me hard and fast....
And that was what I was doing when I heard my door open and someone came in. I stopped what I was doing at once. I figured it was my mother finally getting conscious that I lived in the same house with her and seeing if I was all right. I didn't want my mother seeing my hand jumping about under the sheets as I continued to masturbate. I didn't want to have to confront her at all, in fact. I felt that I would be much too awkward and would give something away if I had to confront her like that.
So I lay there pretending to be asleep when the door opened and the person entering moved into the room. I heard something and then I realized what it was and it struck me as a little strange to hear it. It was the door closing. I couldn't imagine why my mother would close the door behind her if she was just coming in to check on me.
And then, of course, I found out that it was not my mother who had come in to check on me.
It was her boyfriend, the pickup from the bar downstairs, and he was planning to do more than just check on me, I can tell you that.
I stopped her at this suspenseful moment in her narrative and asked her to finish it when we met next time. She was agreeable to this and I showed her out of the office. I was certainly looking forward to seeing her again.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned to my office for her next appointment and was very eager to finish telling me her story. It was almost as if she were freeing herself of certain emotional demons bottled up inside of her by letting these facts come out. Obviously, she did not tell many people before this about the situation in her home. And now she was letting it all come out, every bit of it, with all the graphic details and all of the incriminating evidence about her own perverse behavior. She was a brutally frank girl, and I felt that this would be one aspect to her personality that would finally help her get over her problems. I hoped so, anyway.
I know where I left off last time we met, Doctor. I couldn't forget that. I'm really surprised you could let me stop there. I kind of had you hanging on the edge of your seat as I remember. But anyway, I'll tell you just what happened.
The figure was moving towards me. It was dark in the room except for a portion of it where the light from the moon lit it up. The figure kept approaching the bed until it finally stepped into the moonlight by the window. And then I saw that it wasn't my mother.
No, it certainly wasn't. It was the last person in the world I would have expected to be there. I mean, sure, there were only the three of us in the apartment, but it just never would have come into my mind that he would do something like this. No way. I wouldn't figure it in a million years. But that just shows you how much I know.
I was lying there in the bed with my eyes half-closed and wondering what my mother was going to do, since I was still sure it was her at that point. Then the moon cast its reflection on the guy. I gasped when I saw him, because I didn't really recognize that it was him right off the bat.
I didn't know who it was and when you see a stranger walking in your bedroom in the dark in the middle of the night I think its pretty justifiable that you get scared.
I gasped and he obviously heard it. He moved closer to the bed and I was very nearly ready to scream at the top of my lungs when I realized it was him, my mother's boyfriend, and that sort of took the wind out of my scream.
Instead of screaming I just stared at him there a few feet from me.
I couldn't believe it. It actually struck me that I might be having a dream, a very vivid fantasy about that guy my mother had been fucking out on the couch.
But you know pretty soon whether you're dreaming or really awake and I realized it without having to pinch myself. I was still holding my cunt and that felt pretty real.
So I stared at the guy and couldn't believe he was standing there.
I was still in the darkness and I didn't think he could see that my eyes were now wide open but I was pretty sure that he had heard my gasp. He had stopped moving when he heard it and now he was just standing there looking at me and smiling.
And then he moved again. He leaned forward and smiled. I felt a creeping sensation go down my spine and my gut seemed to twist into a knot as he leaned towards me.
What was he going to do? I wondered frantically. I wanted to cry out but something kept me from making any sound at all as I just lay there and looked back at him.
I saw his tongue come out and lick his lips. And then his mouth opened and he smiled again.
And then he spoke. His voice was very soft and calm as he spoke to me.
"Hey there, little girl," he said. "Hey, you aren't asleep are you? No, I don't think so. I think you're lying there wide awake, thinking about certain things."
I shivered. I couldn't believe this. It was like some strange combination of the worst nightmare and the sexiest dream I had ever had.
His voice gave me goose bumps. The tone of it and the words he said were incredibly sexy to me as I lay there in the dark, in the nude, under the bed sheets.
"Come on now, don't just lie there like that. You can talk to me. You can say what you're thinking about. Hey, don't do this to me. You don't want me to walk out of here, do you?" he said. "No, I don't think you do, baby."
I didn't know what to do. It was such a weird situation, certainly the weirdest situation I had ever been involved in. I gulped and shook my head.
"I ... I don't know what you want ... or who you are," I said unsteadily.
He chuckled softly as I said that. "Come on now, baby, don't give me that bullshit."
I didn't know what he meant. I didn't know what he was talking about. It seemed so strange what he was saying then. I knew he was trying to imply something but I didn't know and wasn't sure that I wanted to know what it was, exactly.
"Hey baby, don't bullshit with me. I think you really wanted me to come visit you in here. So don't give me any of that tight-lipped jazz, all right?"
"What ... what are you talking about? I don't know what you mean? This sounds so strange what you're saying ... really ... get ... get out of here...."
He laughed. His head leaned so close to me that I could feel his breath against me.
I trembled from heat to toe. My fingers were still against my pussy and I quivered as I felt them there. I could feel my cunt responding to his presence even though I was scared by it and really puzzled about what he was saying.
"Don't tell me to get out when you really want me to stay," he said to me.
"But ... you ... you're crazy," I said. "You're out of your mind, you really are."
"No I'm not, baby, but I think I must know something you don't know. I guess you couldn't see that I was looking at you back there, huh?"
"Looking at me?" I whispered. "What are you talking about? I ... I don't know what you mean."
"Baby, do you have a sister or something or are you the only daughter in this place?"
"Y-yes, I'm the only child ... I mean, it's just me and my mother live here."
"Right, and that was you I saw standing there and playing with your pussy while your mother and I were fucking. So stop trying to deny it. I'm not blind. I don't know what the fuck you thought you were doing but I liked watching it, that's for sure."
I gulped. If there was any light on he would have seen that I was blushing.
"You ... you saw me?" I said to him. I gasped and shook my head back and forth. It was incredible. And there was one thing I wanted to know. "Did my mother see me too?"
"No, baby, but then I had her pretty preoccupied, you know. When women are getting fucked by me they don't have much time for anything else, you know."
He grinned. His teeth sparkled in the moonlight. He leaned forward and kissed me.
I gasped. I hadn't expected that at all, I can tell you that. I just stared at him and gulped.
And then he did it again, this time on the lips. He didn't let up till I was kissing him right back. And then he really let me have it, pushing his tongue into my mouth and putting his hands on me. I felt one of his hands move down to my tits. He grabbed at them and fingered the nipples, making me shiver with lust. And then he was reaching deeper, right down to my cunt. He grabbed at the hairs, pulling them and stroking them. And then he was reaching right into the meat of my pussy. I quivered all over as he touched me there.
"God ... what are you doing? What do you think you're doing?!" I whispered harshly. I was ready to jump out of the bed and flee from him. But I didn't. I couldn't understand what was going on with me but I didn't leave him right then. I stayed there.
"You know just what I'm doing, sweetheart, and don't give me that shit like you don't understand what this is all about, okay? Because I know that you do ... I know all about what you were thinking while that happened, baby ... yeah, that's right, that's right...."
His fingers went against my pussy, pushing in at it, sliding right into the hole and moving around, making me jump and gasp. I couldn't help it. You have to remember that I was already masturbating when he came into the room and my pussy was soaking wet.
His fingers slid right inside there, pushing to the depths of my cunt. I held my breath. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was enjoying the feel of those probing fingers, that he was actually giving me pleasure.
I was in such a state of alarm at that point. I simply couldn't think straight. I was just out of it, really shocked and feeling so very weird. He pushed the fingers deep inside me and worked them back and forth, in and out of my cunt. I quivered and moaned. I didn't know what to say to him now that he had begun his attack.
"Baby, I get the feeling you were at it again, huh? What about that?" he said with a leering grin on his face. "Were you playing with yourself again?"
I gulped and shook my head back and forth at him.
"No ... no, you're crazy, you must be crazy," I said to him. "Oh my God, to say such things to me, you're just out of your mind ... I'm going to call my mother."
"Call your mother? Really?" he said with a sarcastic chuckle. "I don't think you're really going to do that, are you, sweetheart? No, I don't think you are. That doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I don't think you would want me to tell her that you saw us, that you were watching your own mother fucking and were masturbating while you did it. She would certainly have a strange opinion of you after that."
"But ... but you wouldn't do that ... you wouldn't tell her something like that!" I exclaimed.
He laughed again. That sarcastic laugh gave me chills of fear and disgust.
"Sure I would. Why wouldn't I? If you didn't cooperate with me now and have a good time with me then I guess I would just be forced to do it."
"She ... she wouldn't believe you. She wouldn't believe such a story. I would tell her you were crazy and wanted to rape me. She'll believe me first."
"Come on, baby, how would I make up such a fucking story in the first place? She didn't even tell me you were here. She would wonder how I knew about it. She might even think that you actually lured me in with you, how about that, sweetheart?"
I looked at him with my mouth hanging open. I guess I gave the show away with my expression. He must have realized that he had won the game. That I had nothing I could really use against him. There was only one thing. I could still deny him my body. I could scream and bring my mother in there and have her save me, and there would be a confrontation. And that would be when he would tell her his side of the story, and as she said there was a good chance that she would believe him instead of me.
I couldn't do it. At least at that frantic moment I couldn't bring myself to make that decision, to actually choose to let my mother know what had happened. It was all so ugly, so terrible, worse than anything that had ever happened to me before.
He was pressing over me and still pushing his fingers in against my cunt. I couldn't stop him. There was nothing I could do about his attack. While I was thinking about what my reaction would be he was still pushing his fingers into me.
"So I think you probably see things my way now, don't you, baby?" he said to me. He pushed a finger into my hole and twisted it about. I could feel my juices coating his finger as he pushed it into me. "Come on, be honest with yourself. You know you want this even if I wasn't making it difficult for you to refuse.
Come on, admit it."
I gulped and shook my head. I wasn't going to admit anything to this man, this stranger. If he had figured out a way of blackmailing me I wasn't going to make it any easier for him by letting him think that I went along with it.
He just laughed at me. He thought I was being foolish in trying to deny it to him and he was probably quite right about that. I was being foolish. It was all so obvious what I was really thinking, somewhere inside of me, at least. After what he saw me doing back there in the living room earlier it was going to be very hard for me to try and strike any kind of moralistic pose in front of him. He laughed with good justification. I deserved to be mocked for what I was doing and saying. I was nothing but a little fool.
He jabbed another finger into my cunt. I could feel the juices squishing around. He pushed back and forth, back and forth. I quivered and moaned.
"Ha, ha, now I'm getting to you, huh?" he said. He leaned closer and kissed me under the ear and I shivered from it. He laughed again. It was an evil, penetrating laugh, a sexy, dirty laugh, but it had its intended effect on my body, making me tingle.
"Please," I said softly, trying one more attempt to put him off. You have to understand that I was in a real bind, caught between my body's needs and urges and my mental feelings, which were disgust and fear of doing this with him, no matter what the blackmail threat was that he was holding over my head. "Please don't do this to me ... just get out of here ... I won't say anything, but just get away from me right now, please!"
His only reaction was another sneering laugh at me. He shook his head from side to side and chuckled. His fingers just pushed deeper inside my pulsing, dripping cunt.
"Now you don't want me to go away from you yet, and you know it," he said. "So just cut out that shit. You know that I understand what goes on inside your head."
He had just about exhausted all of my arguments. There was nothing more that I could say or do. He had me. I couldn't scream because I didn't want to face my mother with this whole ugly situation. I just couldn't do it. I shook my head and gritted my teeth and looked at him and sighed. It was all just too much for me, way too much.
I threw my head to the side, looking away from him and whimpered.
I heard his nasty chuckle as he climbed in over me. The bastard was wearing an undershirt but nothing beneath it. I felt his cock against my body for the first time.
He was already nearly hard. It must have really turned him on just taunting me the way that he did. He slid up against me and rubbed his cock over my thighs.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good ... I mean, your mother's nice, I don't have anything against the lady at all ... a real nice fuck, but she's getting a little old now, you know. Your skin is so much smoother, really lovely, yeah, really nice ... so soft, so sexy...."
He moved his hands down my sides, touching me everywhere. He made me jump and shiver as he touched me. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at him, even in the dimness of my room, as he was doing all of this to me now.
He pushed his fingers back and forth through my cunt, making it ready to receive his big cock. I had seen how big the cock was earlier when he was fucking my mother. And now I could feel the thickness and length of it. And it wasn't even fully erect.
He rubbed himself into me, sliding his cock back and forth over my thigh. It excited me. I just couldn't help it. The pressure was exciting and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It might sound a little phony to say that I was trying to hard to keep from feeling the pleasure that he was giving me, but it's true. That pleasure was all mixed up with guilt and disgust and feelings along those lines.
He kissed me as he rubbed at me. He kissed me warmly and softly on the side of the neck and on the cheeks, the ears, the mouth. He urged my lips apart and slid his tongue into my mouth. It was a very erotic gesture and I could feel my cunt quivering and more cunt juice sliding down out of me and along my thighs.
He was fitting his cock between my thighs now. He was sliding the thing in there and pushing it up against the cunt. When I felt that hot, hard meat against my pussy flesh I jumped. He smiled at that gesture. He knew that he was really getting to me now, and he was really going to pour it on now. I don't know why he was feeling so victorious at that point. He must have known that there was no going back for me now. I was his prisoner and he was going to be able to do with me whatever he wanted.
"I'm going to slide that cock of mine right into your cunt now, sweetheart," he said. "I think you're going to like it ... and then we're going to fuck nice and slow. How about that?" I gulped. I actually had a strong desire to say, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard and slow!" But I fought it back. I wasn't going to give him that kind of satisfaction no matter what.
Well, then he slid his prick into me and pushed deep. I sucked in a breath, gasping and tossing my head from side to side as the pressure inside my cunt built higher and higher with the penetration.
He fucked steady now, with a slow but insistent stroke. Each one brought me up a little higher. And then I was whimpering, shivering all over, gasping from what he was doing to me.
He was giving me an orgasm. There was no denying it. I started shaking and gasping louder and more violently. He fucked faster now, harder, driving us both over the brink. I clutched at him, scratching my nails across his back. I bit his lip as he kissed me. I nearly broke the flesh before he lifted away. And then he pounded that cock at me, again and again, faster, harder, in and out of me, fucking like a madman until he went over the top and filled me with sperm.
Afterward, we lay there catching our breath. He got ready to leave, telling me he didn't want my mother waking up and looking for him.
And then he said, "We're going to do this some more. Every time I come to fuck your mother I'm going to sneak in and fuck you too. And don't try and avoid me, baby. It won't work."
I watched him slip out of the room and then I started crying. How long would this go on? I asked myself. And then I realized I couldn't do this. There was no way. I had to leave. And I did. I ran away from home because of that man and because I couldn't face my mother over this whole ugly scene.
She ended her story and was crying when she did. I comforted her and told her that she should stop worrying. The past was done. We would find a way for her to begin working for the future.
CONCLUSION
I am happy to say that this young woman has been improving by leaps and bounds under my system of therapy. I have full confidence that she will be able to put her past completely behind her.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Henrietta Z. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Henrietta is short, slender, and rather the typical tomboy type of young woman. She has a very cute face, with wide blue eyes and a turned-up nose. Her hair is cut rather short, and from a distance I suppose you could believe that she was a boy rather than a girl. We talked casually for a few minutes after she entered my office, and I asked her a few questions about the town she came from, where I had a couple of distant relatives living. This seemed to make her feel more at ease and she was ready to discuss the more serious and emotional busines that had brought her to me in the first place.
I ran away from home because I just couldn't face anybody about what happened to me at school one day. I guess I should have been more careful. But I was just a kid and I guess you could say I was something of a troublemaker and when I felt like doing something I just did it. And I did it this time and I got caught and so I had to take off.
I was not what you could call one of your great students at school. I was more interested in having a good time and picking fights and things like that. I didn't much like the boys at school and they didn't like me too much either. I'm not that bad looking. I think you'll agree with me there, Doc. But I just didn't appeal to them and it was mutual on my part. I didn't give a shit about any of them.
But I had sexual feelings, all right. Sure I did. I had plenty of them. But they were mostly for other girls at the school. You would figure I would have plenty of chances to get excited and turned-on in that situation, and you're right. I used to love gym class when we would all take our clothes off in the locker room and take showers together and stuff like that. It was dynamite for me to do that stuff, you know.
Sometimes I would play games. The other girls wouldn't know that I was getting a sexual kick out of it, and I would ask some of them if they wanted me to scrub their back.
Well, that was a real thrill, believe me. I would run that soap over their bare backs and down over their round buttocks. I would soap up between their thighs and into their cunts. I would watch for the ones who reacted. Some of them would not even notice what I was doing and some would jump away and thank me and say that was enough. But a few of them, the ones I was really interested in, would enjoy it.
They would open their thighs up and let me push that soap right against their cunt meat. Yes, that would do it for them. They would glance at me, a strange, knowing glance. They wouldn't usually say anything specific, but they wouldn't have to in most cases. They would just lick their lips and their eyes would tell me that I should continue.
We had to be careful that nobody noticed exactly what we were doing. Most of them didn't care and didn't pay any attention but then some of them were certainly aware of what was up and I didn't want too much gossip being spread about me.
Some of those I would meet under this context would be targeted by me. I would come on to them some other time when we would be alone. And then we would really get down to business. I can't say that I was finding a new love partner every day or anything close to that. High schools are not real hot beds for this kind of activity. But I was getting my rocks off often enough, to be sure. The problem was that I got them off one time too many and that was what led to the problem that I had.
I met this girl. She was new in the school and she didn't have any friends there. I liked her. She was a sexy thing, nicely-built and redheaded. She had a real good figure on her, with a beautiful round ass and big tits. I was dying to get my tongue into her. I didn't know if it was possible, but I was certainly going to give it a chance.
I talked to her at lunch one day. She was all by herself and I could see that she was feeling a little bit lost and lonely there all by herself.
I introduced myself to her and sat down. She was glad for the company. I started talking a lot, making jokes about the teachers we both had and things like that, winning her confidence. She was still a bit shy but she was glad to have me there talking to her, and she soon opened up to me and we started getting close. She was eager to have a friend at the school and I was eager to have her in some other ways.
I didn't want to rush it, but after I talked to her for a while I had the distinct feeling that I would be able to make her. She just seemed the type. She was active sexually, or had been anyway, and she didn't like being alone at all.
I got her to agree to go to the movies with me. We met on a Friday night at the local burger joint. We had something to eat and talked some more.
She was getting pretty friendly with me now and she was able to open up. She was anything but a shrinking violet once she did that. We started talking a lot about what girls our age always talk a lot about, and that's sex.
She told me that she had seen a lot of boys at the school who she thought were really neat and who she would certainly like to fuck if she got the chance.
I tried not to mind all this talk about dicks and fucking with guys, and even pretended some enthusiasm and acted turned on the same way that she did when she told about one football player who had been giving her the eye and how she couldn't wait for a chance one day to have his cock throbbing inside her pussy. The thought of that really made me a little sick to my stomach but I just pretended to go along with her on it.
"Yeah," I said, "I can just see that hot pussy of yours lying open and waiting for him ... all the pussy juice pouring out of it thick and hot."
She giggled and looked around to see if anyone was watching us while we talked this way and when she saw that no one was she giggled and nodded at me.
"Gosh, it's fun to talk to you. You can be so sexy, Henrietta. I really like you a lot, you know that? I'm so glad we got to be friends. Some of the people here seem so stuffy and uptight that you can't really talk to them about anything sexual."
"Oh, well don't you worry about that with me. You can say anything that you please in front of me, baby. I don't mind at all. So it seems that you really enjoy fucking, right?"
"Oh yeah, I enjoy it the most, girl. I love the feel of those big dicks sliding in and out of my cunt, back and forth, faster and faster. In fact, you know what my fantasy is? It's to have two guys at once, one fucking me in the cunt and the other one fucking me in the asshole, both at the same time."
"Wow, you think you can handle that, baby? Two cocks at once?" I said, grinning.
"Oh sure. And I even fantasized once about another one sliding in and out of my mouth at the same time as the other two were fucking me down below."
"Yeah, great. Do you jerk off a lot the way I do?" I asked her craftily, I thought.
She giggled as if she were a little bit embarrassed by it. Then she nodded her head.
"Yeah, I do. I know girls aren't supposed to do it as much, but I just have to. I just feel this pressure building up and if I don't have any boyfriend around to fuck me then I just have to do something, right, Henrietta?"
"Sure thing, girl. Do you use a vibrator or your fingers?" I asked her.
She frowned. "My fingers, mostly. I'm afraid to have a vibrator in the house in case my mother or father might find it and wonder what it was all about."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But you should really try them. They're great. Much better than using your fingers, believe me they are. You've never used one?"
She shook her head. "No, I just never got the chance, I guess. I have heard they're really neat sometimes, when you're in that mood, anyway."
"I'll say they're neat," I said. "Shit, sometimes I can come like twenty times in a row just using a vibrator against my clit. And that's the truth."
She gulped and looked at me wide-eyed after I said that to her.
"Really? Are they really that good? Gosh, I guess I will have to get one," she said. "I don't know how I could miss out on that. I mean, when I masturbate it's good and all that, but it's usually no comparison to the way I come when I'm being fucked. But this sounds like I am really missing something there."
"You sure are. Gosh, I ought to take you to my place and let you try one out. You might just go crazy once you try it, and you may not even care if you get fucked by a guy after you get used to this. Unless your batteries run out you don't have to worry about this thing getting soft or not knowing what it's doing." I laughed, hoping she would go along with me on my put-down of the sexual ineptitude of men.
"I know what you mean," she said. "God, there's nothing worse than when a guy gets you all worked up and then he's got nothing but a fucking limp dick." We both had a hearty laugh at this one and then I brought up the subject again.
"What do you think? Would you like to come over? We can smoke some dope and listen to some records and lock the door. Nobody will disturb us at my house. I can show you my extra-large number. It's bigger than any real cock could ever be."
She sighed and thought about it for a moment. And then she gave me a mischievous grin and nodded her head. She was willing to do it.
"If it's as good as you say there's no way I can refuse. Shit, I like to come as much as the next girl, you know," she said and we both laughed.
And so we went to my house and I knew that this was going to be one of the sexiest times of my entire life. My cunt was juicing wildly as we left the burger joint and headed for the house, where I was going to teach this beauty how to use a vibrator.
I stopped Henrietta at this point in her provocative story. We would continue from there and I would be looking forward to hearing how she got into trouble with this other young lady and why she had to run away from home.
INTERVIEW TWO
I was really anxious to hear the rest of the girl's story when she returned to see me at her next appointment. She had a way of narrating her tale which was quite arousing. I told her to get started as soon as possible.
We got to my house and nobody else was at home, which was just great. I figured she would be more at her ease about this if she knew there was no one around and no one likely to break in on the two of us when we were going at it.
I was feeling pretty confident now that I would get to fuck her. She still hadn't made any comment about my intentions, but I was hoping that she was getting the idea and that she was going to go along with it. If she was as sexually oriented as she seemed to claim to be then I thought she might go along with it just to see what it was like.
And that was okay with me. I didn't mind her experimenting as long as I got to taste what her gorgeous cunt was like, and got to wrap her meaty thighs around my face. I didn't give a shit what her reasoning for that was as long as she went ahead and did it.
We closed the door and I locked it to make her feel safe. My parents were not the prying type in any case, but I did want to make her feel completely at home.
And then I told her we should get undressed so we wouldn't waste time. I told her I was feeling really horny and needed to have a climax as soon as possible.
"Yeah, me too," she laughed. "God, I haven't gotten laid since I got to this town and my fingers don't really do a good job on getting me off. I hope this is as good as you say it is ... that would be really great, I'm telling you."
"Don't worry. With my magic touch you'll see how great it is," I said.
"Oh, are you going to do it to me?" she said. There was something in her tone that made me think she was goading me, that she was trying to get me to admit something. But I wasn't going to do it just yet. I would let the circumstances speak for themselves.
I undressed quickly and then I was able to watch her taking the rest of her clothes off.
It was a real turn-on for me. I saw her big tits shake into view and then I watched as she drew her panties down and showed me her thick pussy hair. When she turned around I could see the beautiful big cheeks of her ass. I couldn't wait to feel that ass against my face and to kiss it and stick my tongue into her anus. But I tried to control myself. I didn't want to scare her. I went over to my closet and got out a vibrator.
It was one of the larger ones though not the largest. I thought that would be a little too much for starters, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't want to hurt the dear girl.
I showed it to her and her eyes lit up and she shivered at it.
"Wow," she said, "it looks just like a prick. That's beautiful, beautiful."
I moved towards her. I could smell her pussy. I got down between her legs. She wasn't shy at all. I was really surprised, but it was certainly a most pleasant surprise.
I turned the vibrator on. There was the usual muted hum. I moved it towards her.
She smiled and licked her lips. I put a finger against her cunt. She didn't object. I loved the texture of that pussy flesh. I pushed back the foreskin on her clit and exposed it.
"You have a beautiful clitoris," I said to her. "Wow, it's so big and bright."
And then I brought the phallic head against that little ruby bead. She shivered wildly when I touched her with it. I smiled and nodded my head. She was going to be just great. I moved it against her some more, sliding it back and forth over the clit. And then I eased the head of the vibrator down in at her cunt hole. I pushed it right in. I found that she was already soaking wet.
I pushed into her, deeper and deeper. I loved it. My own cunt was so excited that I think I would have come if I just touched it. I moved the vibrator from the hole to the clit and back and forth. She started moaning and twisting wildly as I did it to her. Her cunt was wet enough so that I could shove the whole vibrator right into her, right up to the very base of the thing.
She moaned and shook, loving every second of it. She started to come. Her face got all red and she twisted it and nodded it wildly, gasping for breath.
"Ohhhhhh, Henrietta, yes, yes, yes, that's wonderful, wonderful! Mmmmmm! God, yes, yes, I love it, I love it, you were right ... oh, were you right!"
I made her come like she had never come before. At least that was what she said to me. I didn't let up on her. When she started whimpering and telling me to stop I just kept right on doing it. And after a few moments she didn't object any more. She told me to keep right on with it, to go all the way. And she came again and again.
I loved the way she responded to it. I was so turned on myself that it was all I could do to keep from masturbating while I played with her pussy and drove that vibrator in and out of her, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
"Ohhhhhh! It's wonderful, wonderful, yes, yes, yes! Do it to me, do it to me! Ayyyyy! God, Henrietta, that s so good, so fucking good, yes, yes, yes!"
As she started to come for the fourth or fifth time, I moved my mouth in there at her.
I had to have a taste of that cunt and I figured that now was my chance to do it without turning her off at all. She would have to be really conservative, I figured, if she was going to object at a time like this. And I was right. She didn't object.
She reached down and grabbed me by the ears and pulled me right up against her pussy.
I had the vibrator shoved into her cunt hole at this point and I was licking wildly at her clit. I sucked it out and chewed on it and she went crazy.
She loved every moment of it. And I didn't stop. I chewed and chewed on that bulging little red ruby of hers. And then I decided the time was at hand to get her to join in. She wasn't the only one who wanted to come at that moment.
So I shifted my body around to where my cunt was up by her head.
"Come on, baby, come on, suck me," I mumbled at her. "Get your tongue inside me. You can do it, you can do it, stick your tongue in there ... I'm all hot and wet...."
She didn't object, so I slid my crotch over her writhing head. Her hands went on my ass cheeks and she guided my cunt down onto her mouth. And then she let me have it. It was hard for me to believe that she had never done this before, but I suppose it was possible that in the heat of the moment she was just so disposed.
Her tongue lashed away at my cunt, pushing deep inside and slapping up and down, up and down, faster and faster, again and again, sucking and digging into the cunt, licking, lapping and biting on my clit so that I came in a gush of pussy juice.
We were both screaming with pleasure in a few moments, our bodies shaking and twisting from side to side. It was a good thing that my parents were out of the house. They would surely have come to see what the two of us were screaming about, thinking that possibly we were both in some kind of pain. But it was purely pleasure that the two of us were feeling so intensely right then.
The feelings just grew and grew and we rocked and rolled on the bed. I wished that I had armed her with a vibrator as well, but I figured that if she was enjoying this as much as she was then there would have to be a next time and then she could let me feel that extra intensity of the buzzing vibrator up my pussy and against my clit.
But right then I was really quite satisfied with the feel of that tongue and her teeth and her lips pressing at me, licking and sucking away.
We went on for a long time. I don't know how long for sure since neither of us was really checking our watches, as you can imagine. In any case, we went at it till we were both completely exhausted from the workout and then we just lay there together, stretched out, with the smell of our hot cunts all around us.
She turned to me then and grinned and said, "You're a dyke, aren't you?"
I nodded my head. "I guess you found me out, didn't you?" I said to her, smiling.
"Well, we did it this once but that's all. I don't want to get any reputation."
I thought that was a pretty stupid thing to say but I let it pass.
We left in a little while. And that was the last time she would go anywhere with me. I found out that she was going out with that football player who turned her on and I guess you could say that I got jealous. I wanted her again. It was so good for both of us that I thought it was a real crime if we didn't fuck some more. It didn't have to be anything serious, but I just wanted to do it.
One day I just got carried away by my emotions. I met her in the hall. She was going to the bathroom and I went in with her. While she was taking a piss I talked to her. I got carried away, all right. I started kissing her and feeling her cunt. She screamed and fought with me and then I got mad and started beating her and raping her with my hand. Some teachers heard the screams and found us and I was taken to the principal's office. And it was when they were going to make trouble for me about that and the girl was going to testify against me that I ran away from there. I couldn't face that kind of scandal from all of those assholes on the school board. No way.
Henrietta was the victim of her own lust but also the victim of prejudice against her sexual feelings. I sympathized with her and wanted to help her as best I could.
CONCLUSION
I have recommended that Henrietta seek help from certain specialists who will make her better able to come to terms with her sexual feelings. She has a fixation on being an outsider in society and we will try and change that attitude in the girl.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Josephine K. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Josephine is a pretty, young blonde girl. She is petite but well-rounded. She came into my office dressed in skin-tight bluejeans and an equally clinging t-shirt. I had trouble keeping my eyes off those tits of hers, with their nipples practically bursting through the straining material. But I knew that the girl had a problem and it wouldn't do for me to be lusting after her before I had even listened to her story. So I told her to get on with it. I tried to keep my eyes averted while she talked.
I never much got along with my parents. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I didn't like school, I didn't like my teachers, I didn't like the kids at school, even the ones that I fooled around with and hung out with and everything.
So I guess you could say that it was pretty inevitable that I would finally run away from that environment that I hated so much. I just had to. I thought I would go crazy if I stayed around there for much longer. Of course, as it turned out, I got much more trouble when I finally did leave then I ever got while I was there.
I guess it just shows that that old saying is still true, that there's no place like home, no matter how much you might dislike it at the time.
I finally got out of there on a Friday night. I had had a really bad time at school all week and I was just fed up. Then I had an argument with my mother and that made me feel even worse about everything. I just wanted to get out of there.
And so I packed a bag. I didn't put everything in there. I didn't want anybody to know that I had gone for good. I wanted them to just think I had gone off with somebody or something for a few days and would be back. Then they could yell at me some moro.
But I would fool them and not come back at all. I would be gone and they would have to find somebody else they could blame everything on, all of them.
I had to climb out my window because my parents were downstairs watching television and they would see me if I tried to go out through the door and my mother would probably stop me and want to know where I was going with my bag packed like that.
I didn't want to get into another argument with her. I knew that she would throw a fit and maybe even cry and things like that and I would end up losing my resolve to run away and I would be stuck just like that, changing my mind.
Instead I would go without seeing anyone, without talking to anyone. I would just make a clean break of it and never have to go back. I could start my life fresh and forget all of the bad vibes I had been having around there for so long.
Now, in retrospect, after I've had all the problems that I did have, it seems like anything I had to go through back home was really nothing, so completely mild, if you see what I mean.
What I had to go through once I hit the road was more than any girl my age should have to go through. Maybe it was God or fate or somebody getting revenge for my leaving the way I did and putting my parents through a lot of misery and worry. I don't know how you can explain it, but it's damn certain that I had a run of bad luck after I left that place and started out to lead my wonderful life on my own.
I climbed out of the window and reached out to the tree that was right next to it. And then I climbed to the ground, throwing my bag down there ahead of me. No one saw me or heard me so I walked around to the front of the house and started down the street.
I walked for quite a ways, trying to get outside of the town so I could hitch a ride with some car or truck going pretty far away from there. I didn't know where I was going to end up but I knew that I wanted to be away from any reminder of where I had grown up. I had had more than enough of that to be sure.
It was quite dark out now and if I had had any sense at all I would have known that it was no use my hitching at a time like that unless I was asking for trouble.
But I was stupid and thought I was brilliant instead. And so I stood by the side of the road there and stuck my thumb out for every passing car. Most of them passed me by and there weren't all that many of them that late at night in this little out of the way spot. But I was persistent. I had to get away tonight. I didn't want anything happening that would make me change my mind and go back to the house and forget the whole business.
And finally, a car did stop for me. A man was driving the car. He was middle-aged, with slightly balding hair. He hadn't shaven for a couple of days, it seemed and he looked a little on the grubby side but I was tired of waiting for a ride and if he was going to give me one then I was going to take it.
"Get in the car, baby, and let's go for a ride," he said. He grinned at me.
I smiled back and got in when he opened the car door for me. I closed it and he immediately hit the gas and we took off, surging down the road.
I wished I had never left my home after he got through with me.
INTERVIEW TWO
We drove for about ten minutes or so and didn't stop. He kept glancing at me and smiling and nodding his head. I should have known from the way he was acting that he was up to no good, but I was being naive and thinking positive. I figured that if I really set my heart on it and crossed my fingers and all that jazz that everything would go the way it was supposed to.
God, was I a stupid little girl. But I've grown up a lot since then. Circumstances have matured me, but I wouldn't recommend the process I went through for that. It matured me, all right, but it also took a few years off my life.
I smiled back at him, as I said. He grinned at me and started talking, telling me that he was a salesman. He had not been in this area before and he didn't think he would be back, he told me. He didn't have much success in selling his products.
I just nodded and mumbled this or that when it seemed appropriate. I didn't want to make any trouble or seem uninterested in what he was saying, but at the same time it wasn't very interesting and I was starting to get tired.
In fact, I closed my eyes at one point when he finished telling me something. And I guess I must have been nearly drifting off to sleep when T felt something. It was his hand on my thigh. I opened my eyes and glanced at him and then down at my thigh where I saw his hand squeezing on it, and then patting it very high up.
"What? What's the matter?" I said to him, wondering if he was patting me for some reason or if he had just said something he was waiting for an answer to.
He laughed at me and glanced down at my crotch. He shook his head.
"No, baby, there's nothing the matter. Everything is just fine with you and me. Just fine. Oh yeah, we're going to get along just great, I think."
I gulped. There was something about the way he said that to me that made me think he had something strange in mind. I wondered what he was plotting behind that seedy grin.
He had moved his hand away from my thigh by now but he kept glancing at that section of my body. Well, my tits got a few glances too. I was getting very uncomfortable. I didn't know how to react to it. But I didn't want to do anything to get him mad at me. He was going an awfully long way and I could use the ride. I didn't feel like being put out on the middle of the highway late at night like that.
So I didn't say anything. I just sat there and pretended that nothing was happening. That was the only way to act, I told myself. And then he'll just get over his silliness and we can keep on driving and maybe I can even get some sleep. But I told myself to forget that idea. I didn't think it was such a good thing to do in front of him, with his greedy hands. I might wake up with his fingers deep inside my cunt, I thought.
I was pretty close to the mark with that thought. And I didn't even have to fall asleep. He was willing to take a chance while I was awake.
I should have suspected. I should not have been so stupid as to think that I could just breeze through the bad situations I got myself into. I couldn't have been so stupid. I must have heard all the stories that get reported about girls hitchhiking and getting raped and abused.
But I wasn't thinking straight. I guess that's the only way you can look at it. I was just seeing things my way and that's all. I was in a cloud, a dream world. But I was knocked out of it soon enough. In the next moment, in fact, when he pulled the car over.
"Why are we stopping?" I asked, and then I realized it might be an indelicate question. He might have to take a piss and it was none of my business why he was stopping in any case.
But I didn't count on what happened next. He got out of the car and came around to my side. And then he grabbed me and pulled me right out of the car. I screamed as he pulled my arm. He wrenched it and the pain was fierce.
And then he was tearing my clothes off me, ripping them to shreds and shaking me as he did it. He had his cock out already and he was pouncing on me in the next moment, digging his fingers into my tight pussy and opening it up. I screamed as he jammed his hard prick up against my cunt. I gagged and coughed and wriggled against him but I couldn't get away. I was stuck there with him and he was fucking me and kissing me. It was awful. I was going to be sick but he kept slapping me and distracting me from that. After he fucked me he dragged me on the ground for a distance and then he started punching and kicking me. I screamed and cried for help but of course we were far from any help. The bastard beat me till I passed out and then he left me there. And I can't help thinking that I deserved it for running away like that.
CONCLUSION
The girl had undergone a very traumatic experience and she feels that it was a kind of punishment for her bad judgement. We must work with her to get her over these feelings of self-loathing. It will not be easy.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Cindy V. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Cindy was another runaway who found her trail littered with horrible adventures. Her parents were alarmed by her disappearance and had the police searching for her. She was finally found, picked up in a state far from her home, she was in juvenile prison until she could be returned to her parents. The things that happened to her there were nightmarish and she is still trying to recover from that experience. I tried to gain her confidence so she would be frank with me.
I was on the streets, all on my own for the first time in my life and I was getting into a lot of trouble. But I thought I was being cool. I was just going to do whatever I wanted, you know, and I didn't care about the consequences at that time.
I got busted when we were in the park one evening. There was me and this other girl and these two guys. We were smoking some dope that they had and just grooving on each other. I could see that the guys were digging me and I figured that we would probably end the night balling, all of us together, most likely. I was in the mood for an orgy. I was feeling good, and the dope made me feel even better, of course.
And then the cops came. Everybody started running. They got away but I was caught. The cops knew that I had been smoking but I wasn't carrying any evidence.
They wanted identification and I didn't have any on me. Well, I look even younger than I am so that was a problem. They told me they would lock me up and figure out what they would do with me in the morning. If I was a runaway, they said, they would get in touch with my parents and find out what was happening.
Well, I felt really bad about that. I didn't want to go to jail, or wherever it was that they were going to take me. I didn't want that at all. And I also didn't want them getting in touch with my mother and father. I didn't want that at all. I wanted to avoid ever having to see them again. I was really mad at all of them for everything I thought they had done to me. Of course, now, after I've been through so much, I feel that they didn't do much of anything to me. that I was just being a spoiled kid is all.
I now wish that I had never left home. I feel that I could have solved my problems in some mature way than the way that I chose. But that's neither here nor there. I just did what I did and I got into trouble for it. I suppose you could say that it was a good thing that it happened like that since otherwise I might have gotten into some bigger trouble sooner or later. This way it's all behind me and I can be a better, wiser person because of it, if you see what I mean, Doctor.
Anyway, they took me to this Juvenile Prison or whatever you want to call it, and they booked me. I was just like a prisoner as far as they were concerned, even though I didn't really do anything that they could book me on. I was being falsely arrested as far as I was concerned. But you see, kids don't have the same rights that adults have. Anyway, that's how it turns out. They certainly wouldn't throw an adult into prison like that without any cause, waiting to talk to his parents. That adult would sue their asses off, I'm sure.
But anyway, they booked me and then I went through this whole scene just like I would if I was an adult prisoner. It was like what happens in all those old movies about prison life. I was stripped and sent to the showers and I was photographed.
It was really weird. When you go through all of that you start to feel like you're a murderer or something really bad. I mean, you start to feel worse than you really should. It's almost as if going behind bars like that makes you into more of a criminal than you were before you even got there. And on top of that I felt sick to my stomach about it all. I was already starting to wish I was safe at home in my own bed.
So I was booked and taken to my cell. Well, it wasn't really a cell. It was a locked room with four beds in it. There were two other girls in there and they seemed to be friends. They were both big and looked very tough and mean.
They just stared at me when I went in there and the door was locked behind us. I felt pretty nervous. I smiled at them and wanted to be friends but I could see that they weren't in the mood for any of that sort of nonsense.
They were whispering to each other.
I gulped a few times. I wondered what they were thinking about. I didn't like the looks on their faces, but I tried to ignore it. I lay in my bed and tried to go to sleep.
And then I heard them moving towards me. They came right up to my bed.
"Well there, chicken," one of them said to me. "What's happening, huh? Shit, you look good enough to eat, do you know that, baby?" She looked at her friend.
The friend winked and started chuckling. They both stared at me and there was evil in their eyes. I was scared but I tried not to show it.
"Hello ... how are you?" I said to them, trying my best to be friendly and not show them that I was intimidated or anything like that by the way they were acting.
"Yeah, we're all right," said the one. "But I think we're going to be better. Yeah, much better, baby, in just a few minutes ... first we're going to have a few tastes of you and then I guess we'll get you to use that mouth of yours on us."
I froze. I couldn't believe I was hearing her right. But I knew that she was not joking. They meant it. They were going to rape me.
I stopped her there. I was heavily booked up that day and rather than interrupt her in the middle of her story I told her to continue from there next time.
INTERVIEW TWO
She began from where she had left off last time, which was at a very dramatic moment, as the two tough young women in the room with her were beginning their sexual assault.
They circled around me. It made me very nervous. I could feel my heart beating at twice the normal pace. I didn't know what to do. I thought about screaming but I didn't know if there was anyone around to hear me and if there was if they would do anything for me. I knew that if I screamed I would risk getting the two of them really angry at me and I could imagine that they would gladly take their vengeance on my body.
So I just lay there, glancing from one to the other as they moved around me, nodding and reaching out and touching me here and there.
And then they were moving down onto the bed. They sat on the edge of the bed on either side of me. They sat there and looked at each other and then down at me.
One looked to the other and said, "She has pretty big tits, doesn't she, babe? I bet you'd love to suck on those tits of hers, wouldn't you?"
"You know it," said the other one, smiling at me in a frightening way.
The first one grabbed at the smock the guards had given me to wear. They tore it open in the front till my big titties were exposed. The two girls smiled at each other.
"Yeah, those are big, beautiful tits, all right," one said, grinning excitedly.
The second one leaned over me and kissed my left nipple. Then she kissed the other one. She licked at it for a little while and then sucked on the other one. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch this. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't work up the nerve to yell at them or to push them away. I felt helpless. I knew that they were capable of carrying out any threat. They looked so tough that I wouldn't have even put murder above them. For all I knew that was what they had been arrested for.
While one sucked on my tits, the other one was going up under my thin prison dress. She uncovered my pussy and started grabbing it and feeling and pulling on it. She looked up at me and smiled. I frowned and gulped, not knowing how to react.
She spread my legs apart and started licking at my cunt. She pushed her tongue inside and worked it all over, licking away, sucking up the juices that clung to the inner lips. She pushed my legs further apart and burrowed in against me. And the other one continued her attack on my cunt at the same time, licking harder and actually biting into my nipples till I winced from the pain of it. I was really upset now and I think tears were starting to form in my eyes and roll down over my cheeks.
They played with me some more and then the one at my cunt said that I needed something more than her tongue.
"Yeah, this girl needs to know that we mean business, baby," she said.
She moved away and I was afraid to look and see what she was up to. But then she came over and in a moment I was well aware of what she was up to. I was feeling the brutal pain of what she had decided to do to me. She had a stick, a wooden stick, and she was going to rape me with it. I panicked. I started to scream when the other one covered my mouth. And then they thrust that thing up into my pussy, digging deep, splinters of wood getting stuck in my pussy flesh. It was terrible. I twisted and tried to shout but I couldn't.
They really gave it to me and then they were ready for me to give it to them, to suck their cunts out and make them come.
Cindy explained that the rape went on for much of the night before a guard came in and broke it up. Nothing was done to them and the girl was released, sent back to her parents. It does not say much for the system that would allow something like this to happen, in my opinion.
CONCLUSION
We are working closely with this young lady to try and get her over the trauma of her time spent in that juvenile prison house.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Joan L. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Joan was another young woman forced to run away because of problems at home.
She could not cope with what happened to her there and she felt forced to run away. This did not result in a great increase in her happiness and now it was up to me to see if I could find a solution to her problem after I heard her case.
Well, Doctor, I have had a really bad year, you could say that for sure. I have had so many problems it's just not funny, let me tell you. I sometimes feel like none of it is worthwhile. I just feel like I should do something to end it all. I know that sort of attitude is not healthy, but what can I do? It's the way I feel.
You don't know what it's like to have gone through something like I went through. It makes you feel all sick inside when something like that happens.
A girl my age has to have some faith in her parents. She can't think that they are villains or perverts or anything like that. But then they do something which makes you realize that's just what they are. And it makes you sick. It makes you think that life is really horrible, that you've been betrayed and everything like that.
Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as it is if I hadn't personally been affected by my father's awful nature. But the fact was that he showed it to me personally. I was the recipient of this lovely kink in his nature. I was the one who got to see it right up close. And I didn't like it. Believe me, I didn't like it.
What girl would really like being raped by their father? And then tied up and beaten. I don't think you can find one, not one, if you ask me. You have more experience with this sort of thing, Doctor, so maybe you can tell me about how common it is or something. But I don't think that it's common at all. Not at all. And if it is then this is an even worse world than I thought it was. It's fucking awful.
My father might have something wrong with him mentally, I'll grant you that. They're looking at him now and trying to figure out what his problem is. But I just can't accept or forgive him for doing what he did to me. It was just too much.
It happened like this. My mother was out of town for the weekend. She had gone upstate to visit her mother, my grandmother, who wasn't feeling well.
Before she left, my mother had said, "Take good care of your father while I'm gone. See that he has everything he wants, dear."
If only she had known what it was that he wanted I don't think she would have said that just in that way. Not at all. I know that she is as shocked by what happened as I am, and probably even more upset than me. You can't hold her to blame for any of this. No way. She's innocent. Completely innocent. It's just my father who can take the rap for what happened. That bastard. God, how I hate him, even if he is sorry that he did it now, even if he is trying to get some care for what is wrong with him.
He decided that he would take advantage of me that weekend that my mother went away I don't know if he planned it or not, but I have an idea that he did and that makes it even worse. That is what makes me really feel bad about him.
The bastard. I can see it now, if I just close my eyes. I can see him coming towards me, grinning, knowing that he was going to give me a hard time.
I couldn't believe what he was planning to do to me. He was going to rape me.
He grabbed me. I fought with him but my father is much stronger than me. We wrestled around and fell to the floor and then his hands were all over me. He grabbed at me under my skirt. I wasn't wearing any panties, unfortunately, and his fingers went right into my cunt. He pushed deep inside it and worked up my juices.
"I'm going to fuck you, daughter," he said to me with a sneer. "I'm going to shove my cock inside you just like I shoved it into your mother when I made you!"
That was the way he talked. It was really weird. It made me sick to my stomach to hear him talking to me. God, I wanted to just throw up at him for doing that.
And then his fingers were deep inside my cunt, jerking in and out, back and forth, forcing himself deep inside me, getting me prepared for what he was going to do next.
Yes, he was going to fuck me, fuck my cunt. And I couldn't believe it.
He shoved that prick right into me, deep inside my cunt. He worked it around, pushing deep, jerking back and forth, in and out of me, making me groan and quiver and cry for help. But there was no help to come for me. We were all alone in that big house.
"Oh, my sweet little daughter, I'm going to make you feel so good," he said to me.
He had really flipped out now. My father was always strange, but it was the sort of thing that people laughed off when he got in one of those moods, saying that he was just a little eccentric, that was all. But now I knew that he was really out of his mind, and unfortunately I was going to be the victim now that he was snapping. I struggled with him some more but it was no good. He was in charge of this scene.
We wrestled some more and then I saw that he was getting his cock out. I closed my eyes and shuddered. A wave of revulsion went through me. I wanted to throw up or pass out but the flow of adrenelin seemed to keep me from doing either.
And then I felt his throbbing prick moving up inside me. I couldn't stand it. I thrashed about, shaking and twisting from him. But he was moving on, getting that dick up into me. He pushed it hard, deep inside me, slamming away at me with all his might.
And then he was fucking steadily, back and forth, in and out of my quivering, clasping cunt hole. I couldn't stop him. He had raped me, so there was no use in struggling just to keep that from officially happening. It happened. Now it was just wrestling with the whole disgusting idea of it. I looked at him every few seconds, my eyes not believing that I was really seeing my father there, on top of me, struggling and twisting and shoving his dick in and out, back and forth through my tight, hot cunt.
"Stop it, stop it, Father, please, please stop it! Oh God, you must not do that to me, it's wrong, it's very wrong ... there's something wrong with you, with your brain, you have to stop, please, I'm begging you ... think what Mom would say about this?"
He only laughed at my foolishness. He wasn't interested in what anybody thought about his attack on me. It was giving him pleasure and that was all that mattered.
He slammed away, digging his prick in and out, back and forth, faster and faster, knocking the breath out of me.
"Ohhhhhh! Jesus Christ! No, no, stop it, stop it! Ohhhhhh! God, please, don't do this, don't do this to me! Ayyyyyyy!"
He just laughed and pounded his cock into me, back and forth, in and out, again and again, faster and faster without a pause.
And then I could feel the cock swelling and quivering and I knew what was going to happen next. And it happened, sure enough.
The cock exploded, filling my cunt with burning come.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" he laughed madly as he came, filling me to overflow.
The hot come dripped down my thighs. I gasped and whimpered and wished that I was dead rather than going through this horrible ordeal.
I wished that I had never been born, as a matter-of-fact.
And my father just looked at me and laughed. He was insane, I thought. He had to be out of his mind.
How could any father do something like this to the child they sired?
It didn't seem possible. It didn't seem like something that could happen to me. Not in a million years. But it happened. As surely as I'm lying here it happened, Doctor. And it may have been the first time but it certainly wasn't the last. He wanted me once more. He wanted to fuck me again when the spirit came upon him. He wanted to shove that cock up my pussy again and see me screaming and shaking from it. The bastard. And he did it.
One more time that bastard fucked me with that throbbing cock of his.
I'll tell you about that one too, Doctor, and then you can judge for yourself. You can decide whether I have cause to be bitter and feel lost and useless. He did it to me, with that throbbing cock of his. He made me feel the way that I do.
Let me tell you about it. Let me tell you about that second rape. It was even more brutal than the first, and that's the truth. You might think that I am making this all up or blowing it into something more than it was. But that's not true. No way. He did it to me just the way I'm telling you. And when I finish you can decide about it. You can tell me if I made too much out of it or not.
I was perfectly willing to do that. But I thought we would take a short break for lunch before she told me about the second rape by her father.
INTERVIEW TWO
We began the second session an hour later. She was still quite upset over the initial disucssion we had. And now she went right on with her description of the second time her father attacked her.
This time he came into my bedroom, just like that. He wanted me and he wasn't even going to try and be subtle about it. He was just going to attack and get his rocks off.
He was going to get them off on me, his daughter, dammit!
He was naked when he came into my room. I was lying in bed under the sheets reading a novel that I was trying to finish before I went to sleep.
I looked up and gasped. He was holding his cock in his hand and pumping it back and forth, back and forth, again and again. It was fully erect by the time he climbed onto the bed with me. I shook my head and groaned and cried out.
"No, no, no, Father, don't do this to me, you can't do this to me! You can't!"
But he did. He put his hand over my mouth to shut me up. And then he was rolling over me, grabbing at my cunt, sticking his fingers into it and jerking them back and forth, back and forth, again and again, making me cringe and shiver and shake.
"Stop it, Father, stop it, please, oh please, you can't do this to me, do you hear me? You can't keep doing this to me ... oh Jesus, please stop it, stop it!"
"I'm not going to, baby ... we're going to do just like the last time, only this time it's going to be a fucking whole lot better, you understand me, sweetheart? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
I understood him, all right, but I didn't want to. No, not at all. I wanted to forget that I even had a father. He was certainly the most ungodly father that ever walked the earth.
And now he was definitely fucking me, jamming his prick up my pussy. I was dry and you can imagine how painful it was to feel that thing slamming into me, driving right up inside my tight, dry pussy hole. But he wasn't to be stopped by my pain. That only seemed to spur my sadistic father on more and more, really letting me have it now.
"No! No! Please, stop it, stop it!" I cried at him. "Oh God, you must stop this now!"
But he wasn't about to stop. Not him. He was going to give it to me right to the end.
He jammed that cock up my cunt. And he laughed and shook as he pushed his whole rod inside. And then he was working it back and forth, back and forth through me, in and out, faster and faster, again and again, jamming it at me as he laughed and sneered in my face, the fucking asshole! He wasn't going to take his time, this time. He was just going to ram at me till he came.
And he was getting closer and closer all the time now. He really shot it up my cunt, back and forth, back and forth, fucking, pumping, back and forth, in and out.
"Ohhhhhh! I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" he screamed, delirious with pleasure now. He pushed deep inside and then shot his wad up my cunt.
I moaned and shook and cried, full of disgust and wanting to throw up. He had done it again. And I was sure it wouldn't be the last time.
All I can remember was how I cursed him day after day after that. I never stopped.
I stopped her there as she had begun to break down. There was no need to pursue the case any further.
CONCLUSION
This young woman was going to need lots of patient care and sympathy if she was going to get rid of the guilt and shame she walked around with because of these incidents. I would do my best to help her get over what had happened to her. It's my job.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
I have presented you with a series of taped interviews with girls who have run away from home. These interviews are all in their own words, as graphic and sexual as they might sometimes be. The interviews were transcribed verbatim from the tape recordings I made. I must state this quite plainly because I have so often been accused of making these stories up out of my own diseased mind, as one colleague put it.
It is true that some of the stories boggle the mind and make one think that there is a bit of imagination going on. But I can assure you that everything you have heard has been verified in one way or another. It is an ugly world out there and things happen in it every day that will curl your hair. These stories in this volume are literally only the tip of the iceberg. I have selected a number of them out of a countless supply of similar case histories. Some of those I eliminated were because of length or because I was unable to get permission to use the material, or because the case is now being handled by another doctor. This often happens. I am currently suing one Dr. Harding of New York City for having lured several of my strangest patients away.
In any case, I will tell you that some of those interviews which I edited or eliminated were done so because of censorship reasons. There are some things that are so strange, so awful, that one cannot bring oneself to include them in a volume in which one's own name is used. The connection is just that odious.
But I can mention in passing that there was one young woman, a gorgeous girl, who had also had problems at home like so many of them. She ran away and was picked up by a psychotic pervert. He tied her up and held her captive in his house.
His greatest pleasure was to wait for her to have to urinate or move her bowels. Tied up and naked she simply could not hold back any longer and while the wretched man watched her, she pissed and defecated right in front of him, while the man stroked his cock and finally ejaculated as he watched her doing this.
In a curious reversal of this, another twisted individual came in contact with another runaway girl who was looking desperately for a job. She had run out of her normal, middle class home and wanted to make her way on her own. But now she was without funds or a place to sleep and was willing to accept anything to make a go of it.
The man hired her to keep his house, to clean up and so forth. He told her that he would often be away. She gladly accepted the job. The pay was good and she would have a place to stay and food to eat. She thanked the man profusely.
It did not take long for this young girl to regret that she had ever left home. She was a tall, voluptuous blonde of seventeen. She was quite a tempting creature and to a man with a warped mind like her employer's, it was just too much of a temptation.
He beat her and locked her in one of his many rooms. And then he would come in and rape her and bully her in one way or another, humiliating her by many methods, including pissing on her and making her suck his cock while he did.
This poor girl was very close to being a human vegetable when she finally escaped from him. We are still trying to get through to her, but it is starting to seem as if there will be no hope for her and I am very saddened by that fact. We will keep trying, however. You never know when there might be a breakthrough. The human mind is a delicate and mysterious thing and we still do not understand all of its nuances of behavior. We must simply be optimistic and hope that there will be a cure for mis girl's problem. At any rate, I take some satisfaction in knowing that the man who did all of this to her is now in jail and will be there for quite some time.
Another young lady met up with another kind of deadly acquaintance. Like some modern-day Bonnie, she met up with a young bank robber. She had run away and was begging for money to eat when this charismatic fellow started talking to her. The two of them went and had something to eat. A rather big and expensive dinner as it turned out. When the check came her new boyfriend pulled out a gun and demanded they give him all their money for the night. The girl was implicated in this crime. And then she willingly joined him on a spree across several states, robbing and shooting. She is now serving a very long stretch in prison and I hope she has learned her lesson about being careful about who you associate with. The man, incidentally, is dead, having caught several bullets fired by the police during a shootout when they came to capture him.
She is a very young prisoner, but someone who can cause so much trouble deserves to be treated like a serious, adult criminal and I cannot sympathize with her in this case. I do, though, feel sorry that she has had so many problems inside the prison.
Because she is a very attractive young woman, she has attracted a lot of sexual attention, both from the other female prisoners and from the male guards, and at last report she has been raped nine times. She is rapidly becoming a useless, worthless individual, and by the time she gets out of prison she may not even recognize herself.
As you can see, there is almost no end to the amount of cases in this field. One could easily become a specialist dealing only with runaways. But I have found that there is no money in dealing with these young girls. They are often wards of the state, being sent to me through welfare boards and such places. And you tend to get a little sick of the same sort of story time after time. In fact, after a number of sessions hearing such high melodrama from these girls it comes as a welcome change when a patient walks into my office who is nothing more than mildly neurotic.
But they all need my help and I certainly do not favor one sort of patient over the other. They are all entitled to the best care in the world and that is just what they get when they come to yours truly, Dr. Lamb.
Yes, I have seen all kinds, and I suppose I will never see the end of patients with such problems until I have completely retired from the field and am safely away on my farm in the country. There, I don't suppose I will have much to worry about. Although you might find some modern vets who will tell you differently, you can take my word for it that cows and sheep do not have as many problems as we people do. They live a fairly contented life as long as they are fed and sheltered.
Human beings, alas, though they might be the more intelligent species by far, are troubled by any number of problems. And most of these, of course, rest in the dark, mysterious recesses of the human mind. It is a strange thing, this mind of ours, both a blessing and a curse. It is what makes us great and it is of course what makes us pathetic and bizarre. We are the only species that willfully commits suicide. There is a moral there, but I will not be the one to make it.
I hope that these case histories of runaway girls has been enlightening to you, the reader. If you are a parent then perhaps they will give you some better insight into the workings of your child's mind. And if you are a child, or of the same age as most of those covered in this volume, then you might be able to profit from their mistakes. I am sure that there would be far fewer runaways if they knew about the high incidence of rape and enforced prostitution that goes on, the way such footloose children are exploited by some of the lesser element in our society. It is a great shame that it is happening, but if by reporting it here I am making just one young man or woman reconsider leaving his family home to take the road to independence, then I will have served the public well. It would be hard for me to believe that anyone could read about one of these girls being kidnapped and then raped by a vicious pimp and forced to work as a prostitute, fucked again and again by strange men who paid an unseen third party for the right to violate this beautiful girl's cunt, and after reading such a tale be so unmoved that they could still contemplate running away from home to such a potential fate.
And it is my hope that parents, when they read about the things happening to young ones just like their own, will reexamine their relationships with their children.
If the parents begin to realize in what way they are contributing to the animosity of their children, or in what way the kids today feel alienated and submissive, then they might be able to consider doing something about it, changing their attitudes, in some way, and eliminating the problem in the first place, before it must reach the terrible but sometimes inevitable stage where the child feels he or she has no choice but to get out of that house, that environment that seems so stifling or repressive, and strike out on his own. If only all parties involved could understand each other just a little more, then this would be a happier world, and the family unit would not be in the terrible, shattered condition it is now in.
I will certainly be doing my fair share to try and help wherever possible. It may mean fewer patients but it will mean a better place for us all to live in.
