This casebook is devoted to an issue that constantly plagues the civilized world. Namely rape. In this particular work, the pinpoint is on young girls raped by men and boys. Young girls are the prime target of rape, and this casebook should explain and illustrate what a rape victim is forced to go through, how she is degraded and humiliated for the pleasure of her attacker.
We have Marilyn Q. who was raped at fifteen and found herself involved in a white slave outfit.
Sally Z. who was raped by a stranger, the brutal crime vivid in her mind months later.
Elsa, a girl of fifteen, who accepts an invitation to a Village party, only to find herself assaulted by a horny jock who couldn't wait!
Anita, who goes to a party and insults a man, who turns out to be stronger than she, and wrestles her to the ground with no trouble, taking her, ravishing her!
We have the case of Pat J. a blonde girl of sixteen, raped and humiliated by two boys, who urinate on her, beat her, give her an enema, and then proceed to perform sodomy and intercourse on her.
We have the case of Kitty, who seduces men into raping her and then blows the whistle, and eventually realizes that she needs to be raped.
There are more in this study, but I leave them to the reader.
If there's one thing that these cases illustrate, it is that sex and violence are a powerful combination that should be treated with respect.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Marilyn Q. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Marilyn is a cute tall brunette with curly hair and big green eyes. Her problems, she claimed, stem, mostly from an incident that happened between her and her lover, a boy much older than her, who led her into sexual servitude by allowing a friend of his to rape the girl.
She appeared in my office reasonably contained, and in deep need of an opinion. Her boyfriend seems to have convinced her somewhat that she was born to serve him. It looked pretty cut and dry when I first heard the background, but as her story developed, it became clear that this case contains elements of maschochisim as well as sadism and making this clear to Marilyn will be the challenge upon which the success of therapy rests.
Well, Doc, I guess the beginning is a great place to start if you can remember it, but I really can't. I know that John and I have been having trouble for the past few months, and that my problems, what's bothering me, is directly related to what happened between me and John, and his friend Reggie.
You see, John and I were and still are high school lovers, and there was no kick for me like being driven around in his car, drinking wine and smoking pot with him, and making out in the woods or in the lot at the rear of the high school.
Well, John has a reputation around town for being a crazy, and you could say he encourages it by looking and acting different from other people, but that's what attracted me to him, if you know. what I mean. I mean, he is just so weird, I knew-he was special. Also he's one of those boys that, when you go out with them, you end up putting out, you know?
Well, he had been flirting with me for a whole year, going so far as grabbing me in the corridors at school and feeling my breasts, forcing me to kiss him, putting his hands under my skirt! I was annoyed at first, but once he touched my pussy I wanted him. I'll never forget that tingle that ran through my body when he touched my pussy in the school corridor, holding me up against the wall and telling me not to yell.
Well, not only didn't I yell, but in a moment I was moaning with pleasure.
He was the one that stopped the scene, but with a smile on his face.
"Not here, baby. But later, after school, meet me at the side entrance."
He just walked away, leaving me standing there not knowing what the heck was going on. Well, I didn't know what to do, but after the last class my legs dragged me to the side entrance, and there was John in his old Ford, waiting for me.
I got in and he said we were going to take a little ride, and before I could respond he took off.
"Are you just going to drive me home?" I asked. I had no intentions of putting out for him. Not right away. I was a virgin then.
"Eventually!"
He drove into the downtown area, which is a little spooky even during the day, and he parked his car on a street full of tenements.
"Where are we going?"
"I rent a pad on this street, baby, to grow my reefer and play with my women!"
I looked at him startled. He was only a year older than me, but he had an apartment already, although he lived with his parents also. I was impressed.
"Where do you get the money for this?"
"Ohhhh, it comes along!"
He opened the car like a real gentleman, and escorted me out, touching me as much as he could on that crowded street without making a big scene.
Now, Doc, I want you to know that I was scared at this point. I mean, I'm not used to really dangerous neighborhoods, and having nobody around that was familiar but John, was a little scary.
We walked into this building and up five or six flights, and let me tell you I thought we were in the pits for real. John was walking behind me, and he kept putting the palms of his hands on the balls of my ass.
I tried to stop him a few times, and he wouldn't stop. He just laughed.
"What's so funny? I don't like to be touched like that," I yelled.
I thought that yelling in the hallway like . that would scare him, with some of the doors open in various apartments.
Well, it's a little harder than that to scare John, and he just stopped me on a landing and had a good feel for himself, putting his hands under my skirt and blouse and really feeling my tits and ass, but not the way he did in school with one eye on the corridors.
Now he was taking his time. We weren't in the room yet and I was already half naked.
"Well, Doc. I made one attempt to split, and it was right then and there, but it was no use. He's a strong guy, and he just held me and put his hand over my mouth when I started to scream.
We got upstairs finally, him dragging me up the last flight, and he opened the door with a key.
There were people there. Four to be exact, and they were sitting around a coffee table. There was some kind of white powder on the table, and they were chopping it finer with a razor blade, and snorting it up their noses with cut drinking straws.
I was so fascinated I guess I forgot that my bra was hanging below my breasts and my blouse was open.
"Who's the bitch?" one of them asked.
I thought John was going to get mad at the man for calling me a bitch, but he just laughed.
"Marilyn. Piece of ass, what?" he said. I was amazed. I mean, I come from a reasonably good family and I've never heard myself described in that fashion before, but I must say it was exciting to be in that room with all of those men. It was dangerous, but exciting.
All of a sudden, John grabs me by the hair, and he drags me into another room. This room is smaller than the first, but there is a mattress on the floor. In one corner of the room there was a tall marijuana plant growing out of a wooden box full of earth, a group of electric lights over it. That was the only light in the room, and the mattress was in shadows.
He was really seductive. He just ripped my blouse off and started sucking my breasts, and then he put his hand up my skirt and yanked down my panties. That's when I realized that we weren't going to pet and make nice at all. We were going to fuck, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer!
I started to struggle. I know it sounds naive to go up there with him, and then all of a sudden realize what he's doing, but that's what happened! It hit me kind of quickly!
"Get down on that sack, you cunt!"
He pushed me down on the mattress and started taking off his own clothes.
"I'm getting out of here!" I said, bolting for the door as fast as I could.
I made it out the door and into the front room, where one of them stopped me before I could make it to the door, and then the strange man who stopped me started running his hands all over me, all over my breasts and ass.
"I got her!" he called to John, who hadn't even left the back room.
I guess he knew I wasn't going to get very far at all with his friends out there.
"Throw that bitch back in here. I haven't started on her yet!"
The man literally threw me into the room, ripping my skirt as he did.
"Baby, don't try that again. Now come here!"
I started to cry. I thought that would help make him leave me alone.
"Baby, I'm going to tie you up."
"What? What for!"
He didn't answer. He just pulled out some ropes he had hidden from my sight, and grabbed me. He had my hands tied tightly behind my back, and he pushed me down on the cot. His pants were off and his big cock was throbbing, threatening me. He laughed, and I realized he thought it was all a big thrill, even the crying.
Next thing I know, I'm begging with him, telling him I'm a virgin and I want to stay that way.
"Yeah, sure!"
He was getting ready to mount me when I told him that I would do anything but fuck. I said that I had to remain a virgin.
"That's crazy, baby. John's girl can't be a virgin!"
I was struck. I mean, I never said I was his girl. He rolled me over on my belly and told me not to move. I was still, because I was afraid, and if that doesn't keep you still nothing will.
Next thing I know, I hear something crack real loud, and when I look up, I see that the fool had a whip in his hand and was cracking it in the air.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Bitch, don't move. I'm going to give you a few shots across the ass, but if you move, you might get it anywhere, and we don't want to mark you up, do we?"
"No!"
The whip cracked in the air again, and I put my face down on the mattress, starting to cry before the lash even touched me.
He hit me twice, both times across the softness of my buttocks, and I must say it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but it did hurt. I was most concerned with why he was doing it at all. I found out soon enough.
"You're going to be my slave bitch," he announced, bringing the whip down one more time over my ass.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you're worthy!"
That was the strangest thing I ever heard, and I realized at once that he was from another planet or something. I mean, he was really different!
"What does that mean?"
The whip answered me, and this time I started to scream. Alright, now here's where I switched. I mean, here's where I lost control or something, because it wasn't me doing this, but here's what happened.
He puts the whip down and turns me over, and I am sweating and cut from the whip. I found out later that the whip hadn't cut into me at all, and that the marks would go away in a few days, but at the time you have to understand I didn't know that.
" So he starts to comfort me, to tell me that he wouldn't hurt me anymore, and he loved me, and all sorts of pretty things, and I started to respond, and soon I was kissing him back.
His hand went to my brown bush, and he started fooling around with my pussy, but I kept my legs shut tight so that he couldn't stick his finger in.
"Marilyn, baby, you're so pretty. I want to feel your heat, baby!"
I was flattered. I know that sounds silly, but I suddenly thought of him as an authority figure or something, and I was flattered that he was even bothering with me, let alone affirming me.
He started to pinch my nipples and massage my breasts, and I have to admit that I was getting hot. Then, he told me that if I wouldn't fuck him I'd have to suck his cock or he'd go crazy.
It was a tough choice to make. I'd never tried either one, but I knew that I had to remain a virgin, so I told him I'd suck his cock.
Well, he didn't seem sorry with my choice. In fact he was so glad he had that hot cock at my lips before I knew what hit me, and his hand was on my neck, his other hand pushing the curls off my forehead and then moving down to my chin.
He had my head grasped tightly, and I couldn't move it unless he moved it for me. His hands were strong, and a strange warmness was creeping into me, making me feel very alive and full of sexual energy. His cock pulsed in the air, an inch from my lips.
"Lick it first, bitch!"
At first I didn't move, but then I felt him push my head forwards, towards his cock's hot tip. My lips touched his cock, and there was some sticky cream on the tip which stuck' to my lips.
"Baby, lick it with your tongue!"
I didn't move. I had my eyes closed and I was trying to do it without thinking about it. Finally, because he was tugging so hard on my hair, my mouth opened and I heard him tell me to cover my teeth with my lips.
His cock was big, and it was hard to cover my teeth, and my jaw hurt after a few moments. His cock started slowly, just easing in my mouth and moving slowly in and out. Then he started breathing hard, and he began to feel my tits with one hand, telling me all about my pretty nipples and how he'd been watching my ass in school for a year, and he wanted to make a slave out of me because I was the only one around worth his time!
And through all this his cock is going in and out of my mouth. Well, I learned right there that pain is relative, because after the lash, his cock felt good in comparison, and I was thinking that if it doesn't get any worse than this I have it made.
Well, it did get worse.
"Baby, that isn't how you suck cock. Now open your eyes and let me see you being humble baby. Let me see those green eyes, bitch!"
It was hard to open my eyes. He was staring at me without hesitation, right at my face, watching my lips swallow up his cock. It was hard, Doc, for me to keep my eyes open!
"Now, flutter your tongue, baby. Don't just let it slide in and out!"
I didn't do anything different, but then he stopped and he pulled my hair so that my face was raised, slapping me hard across the cheek!
"Bitch, when I tell you to do something, do it!"
He released me and I fell back between his legs. He told me to feed him a tit and he'd teach me what a blow-job was supposed to feel like, so I projected my tits at him and he sucked one in his mouth and started to flutter his tongue over the nipple.
He let my nipple slide out of his mouth.
"That's how you do it. Now, here's my cock, Marilyn, you sweet bitch!"
He led me back to his cock, still keeping a tight grip on my hair, and he told me to flutter my tongue and do it the way he did it to my nipples.
Doc, I was afraid to do anything else, and I started to flutter my tongue over his cock, making up and down and circular motions around the tip of his cock.
He was pleased. He started to moan, and he loosened his hold on me and told me I was beautiful. He told me that he knew I would look sweet with a big cock in my mouth, but I looked even sweeter than he thought I would. Was I supposed to be flattered? Well, by that time I was flattered. As I said, I didn't know myself anymore.
He made me sit up. My hands were still tied behind my back, so it was hard for me to do anything by myself, but leaning against the wall, my hands behind me, he told me to jut my big tits out at him.
Now, Doc, you can see for yourself that my tits aren't that big! Well, I inhaled and jutted them out, and he started to lick the nipples, which he told me were like little strawberry dots. I liked that a lot, and I started to glow. It was like he was rewarding me for sucking his cock or something.
Well, next thing he does I didn't even know people did. I mean, it never occurred to me that anyone would do that, but he moved his big cock between my tits and pushed them together, making a cleavage. He humped in and out of my cleavage, pushing my tits together, his hands lifting them up and pushing so hard it hurt. Then he released my tits and told me to shake them for him. There was dew from his cock all over my chest. I started to shimmy for him and he really liked it. He put his cock between my tits again, but this time he didn't cup them. He just watched me dance and watched my tits bounce against his cock, and I think he was having a grand time, because he told me I was beautiful and had great tits.
Then suddenly he was grabbing and rough again, pushing my tits together with his cock pulsing between them.
He gripped my hair and made me look him in the eye.
"Marilyn, I'm going to shoot some cream into your mouth, bitch. I want you to flutter your tongue over my cock as I shoot in your mouth."
I was startled.
"Bitch, if you do it wrong I'm going to whip the shit out of you!" he said, his voice severe and nasty!
That settled it. I wasn't going to fuck up no way. I wanted that whip to stay out of the action. I would do it. I closed my eyes, but he made me keep them open.
His cock started to shoot while it was still between my breasts, and he held it tightly in his fist, moving it around so that he came on my chest and face, my chin, before sticking it in my mouth.
"Suck it up. Drink that hot cream down, Marilyn, you cunt!"
I drank what shot in my mouth, although some spilled out the corners.
He was watching me all the while, watching me struggle to get that big shaft in my mouth and to swallow all that hot cream. He had a smile on his face.
"Bitch, when you finish with your master's cock, you have to lick it off good!"
Well, I licked the come off of his cock, with him holding my hair all the time to make sure I didn't move away, which I was afraid to do anyway.
It was scary. I licked his cock clean, and he let me fall to the mattress.
"I'm going to talk to my friends for a few minutes, bitch. I'm supposed to make some money on a deal that's going on out there, and I want to be there to see it happen. Don't fucking move!" he said.
The way he said it was so strong, that I actually didn't move for five minutes, but then I realized that I was cold, that I was hurting in a few places. I was still a virgin though, and I felt like that was worth something. I put a sheet over me and tried to pretend I was somewhere else, but you know, I kept thinking about that strong cock jetting hot cream all over me, and I felt kind of good. I was also strangely excited about the fact that John had whipped me. Nobody had ever whipped me, and it confused me. I didn't know what to make of it at all.
INTERVIEW TWO
The following tape took place the next day. Marilyn went through a period of extensive therapy, and the continuity afforded by this type of treatment, this colander, is obvious in the way the second interview picks up directly and without hesitation from the first.
At this time, I couldn't determine whether Marilyn was about to tell me that she was a masochist, or not. It was clear that she herself was having doubts about her sexual orientation, but the doubts hadn't defined themselves yet. This transcript goes into great detail.
Doc, John was in that room with his friends for about two hours. Now, that couldn't have been me up there, because I would have tried to leave, or at least gotten mad. But I stayed on that mattress, and I thought about him. I just kept thinking that I was his now. It had nothing to do with me. It was his choice, and he could not be crossed! The price was too high. I didn't know what the price was, but I knew it was heavy, and I didn't even want to think about it at all!
When he finally came back, it was with another guy, a black guy, but really good to look at, with dark skin and deep eyes. He was really skinny, with an afro.
"Baby, this is Freddie, and I owe him fifty bucks which he's willing to forget if you just flutter your tongue on his cock until he comes."
I was shocked.
"What? Are you crazy?"
He jumped on the mattress and ripped the sheets off of me, and then he told Freddy to throw him the whip. He'd untied my hands, so I tried to cover my ass as he turned me over.
"Baby, it hurts more on your soft hands!"
I believed him, and I knew what was coming. The lash struck three times before I said I'd do anything he wanted. That was strange, because I wanted to say that, and the whip was an excuse, or that's what went through my mind.
Next thing I know Freddie has his big cock out, leaning down near my face.
John propped my face up on a pillow, and told me to do a good job because fifty smackers was a lot of green.
The black cock touched my lips and I shivered, but then it was just like John's cock, and I took it in, fluttering my tongue on the tip.
Freddy liked it. He moaned as soon as my tongue was working on him, and that excited me. I mean, he was a total stranger, and I was making him groan with pleasure. That was a kick for me. Well, as I'm sucking his cock, I feel John prop my ass up high, and next thing I know he is massaging my clitoris, his hand under me, his cock behind me, poking around my pussy and asshole.
I couldn't even talk. I mean, Freddy's cock was deep in my mouth, and he was humping in and out so fast I couldn't do anything but groan and hold on.
"Marilyn, that's one sweet ass you got, sis. I like to feel it rotating around, baby!"
He was beginning to stuff his cock into my ass, slowly but surely. I wondered if he thought it was my pussy, and I was kind of glad it was my ass, because I wanted to be a virgin. I know that sounds ridiculous but it was on my mind.
Well, he dug his cock into my ass, but I mean all the way in, and he brought his other hand around and under, to massage my pussy.
"Now rotate that ass like you got a motor in it, bitch," John said.
Meanwhile, Freddy's cock started to explode, and this time I caught a whole load in the mouth, and it was more than I could swallow. It was dripping out the corners of my mouth as he rammed it deep inside my throat!
All of a sudden Freddy dropped out and stood up. He told John he was happy with the deal and he turned and walked out. That left John, his big cock in my ass, his hands on my breasts now.
"Baby, I love to fuck your tits. You're going to be my bitch from now on and when I want those tits you're going to feed them to me, even if we're in school!"
I didn't know what to say. Was that true? Was I his property? I moaned as he touched my clitoris, his fingers skilled and quick. I guess he could have sank a finger into me at any time, and I wouldn't have been a virgin. He didn't. He was saving that. I didn't realize it then, but he was teasing me.
"I'm going to shoot come into your tight ass, you sweet cunt!"
He put his weight on my back and bit my neck, pushing my head to the side so that he could lick my profile and put his tongue in my ear.
"You better keep that asshole tight around my cock!"
So he did know he was in my ass. That was weird. Why would he fuck my ass? I just did what he said. It used my muscles and tightened up around his cock and that made him really start to hump it in.
"Rotate, bitch!"
He sat up, his. hands around my waist, anchoring us tightly together as his cock struck again and again.
His cock was still hard, and n was still aimed at me. My jaw was hurting like hell from Freddy's big cock, and my asshole was sore from John himself. That left my pussy. I knew it was coming!
"Bitch, spread those sweet long legs!"
His hands went under my ass, and his big cock started poking around my clitoris and asshole, as well as the lips of my pussy. I was wet all over, and getting hot. I had been crying, but soon only a warmth was coming from his cock, from my pussy, that was growing hungry every moment!
"Give it to me, John. Give me that cock!"
He smiled and raised himself up on his extended arms.
"That's more like it, baby!"
His cock drove deep into my pussy on one hard stroke, and the pain was awful, but as he moved up and down it was so quickly replaced with pleasure, that I forgot the pain.
"Suck it up with that tight ass, bitch!"
He started to come in my ass, and his hands went to my tits again.
"I love that sweet ass, baby. I'm going to fuck you in every hole you have."
His cock spurted hot juice into my ass for a moment, and then he pulled out and let me drop to the bed. I thought it was over, but it wasn't.
Now, it's strange because I was aching in a lot of places, but it all seemed to be working for me. For instance, the whip spots on my ass were rubbing on the mattress, which hurt, but it was like a warm pain, whatever that means. Also, my jaw was hurting from all that cocksucking, but it didn't seem to matter, and he was licking my teeth and lips, which was distracting me.
His chest was heavy on mine, pushing my tits around, and his cock was driving in so fast I tried to dance with him but couldn't find the tempo. He was like a wild animal, and it was really exciting. I had an orgasm at once, and that was my first one! Well, not really, but it was the first one with a boy. Before that, it was all from masturbating.
I'll never forget it. His cock was pulsing deep in my pussy, and I started to come. It was like a wave of pleasure that stung into my crotch and spread through my whole body so quickly I couldn't keep track of it. It was like a blanket over all of my senses.
He hadn't come yet, but he kept pounding it down into me until he did. I could hear our stomachs slapping together as he came down on me, and I kept my eyes open the way he liked. I looked right at him, and my tears had stopped. I wanted to show him that I was a good piece of ass.
That sounds like a pretty quick role change, but that's how it happened, Doc, and that's what I'm telling you.
Well, the problem now is that I can't, or won't, get rid of John. I mean, I tried, but other boys just don't excite me now at all. They don't fuck like him, and they don't make demands like he does, and after a shocking thing like that, you begin to expect a lot from a guy. I know it's strange. He still beats me and everything. He whipped me a week ago, and I still have marks on my ass. Let me show you. What do you think about that, Doc?
I mean, should that go on? It isn't normal, is it? Let me put my pants back on before you think I want you to feel sorry for me.
I just want to live a normal life if possible, you know? I mean, I don't want to be a slave or anything like that. Do you think I could be just going through something strange, and that it'll pass?
CONCLUSION
I told Marilyn that her awareness of what was happening to her was a good sign. She wanted to know what I was talking about, and I told her that she asked the right questions, which indicated to me that she was in touch with herself.
I suggested that she was putting herself in a dangerous situation by staying involved with John. He was going to continue to lead her in a slavery mode of existence. He already had her having sexual intercourse with strangers, friends of his. He would force her to perform fellatio on him in the halls at school, and humiliate her until they were discovered, and she would never recover from the shock of having her parents know.
She agreed with me, but she shrugged her shoulders and told me it was hard to think of life without John. I told her to continue therapy and stay in direct touch with her own feelings.
Hopefully, she will grow out of this taste for violence, no doubt caused by John's rape and dominance of her, and her latent need of an authority figure.
Time will tell. Soon, slavery will be ridiculous to her, and she'll wonder how she even enjoyed entertaining the idea, or, the opposite will happen, and her life will become permeated with brutality. I'm hopeful, but extended therapy might be vital to this case, and I don't know if she's going to continue with it. Oddly, she finds it too painful.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Sally Z. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sally is a girl so totally beautiful she could easily be a top fashion model. Her body is tall and well poised, her stature absolutely delicate. Her breasts are full, but not imposing, and her buttocks is high and very well defined. Her hair is short and curly, blonde and fresh.
It is easy to see how a girl like Sally could fall victim to that most dreadful of crimes, rape. Sally was raped by a stranger, in her small apartment in a complex outside of the city. There had been a number of attacks in the area, and security was supposed to be tight, but Sally's rapist was successful the night he chose her as a target, and it was only by accident that he was later caught. He confessed to raping three women.
Doctor, since the rape I feel so different, but I don't think my life has changed. I'm afraid of being alone in dark streets and things like that. That's a scare for me now, but you know, I think I handled the whole thing pretty well after the fact.
While it was happening I was hysterical, and the incident is so vivid in my mind I'll bet I could bring it all back. Would that help our purpose? I mean, do you suppose we might uncover something that will stop the fears of dark places? Oh, and the dreams. Wow, do I have some scary dreams. It was strange. I didn't even see his face, because he was wearing a leather mask, but when I dream of him, he has a face, and it's a different face each time.
I want to get my head cleared of all that crap, so I'm going to tell it the way it happened, and see if I can just get anything I might be blocking, out!
I was coming home from Steve's house. He dropped me off outside, but there was no place to park, so he let me go up alone. I waved to him as he drove off. I was alone, but my building is brightly lit in the corridors, even though I had been hearing talk about a lot of rapes in the neighborhood.
Well, I just wasn't worried. I was living at that time, with my sister. Our parents are divorced, and I can't stand either of them, so I live with Janice. She's three years older than me.
Well, as fate would have it on that day, Janice was fucking her boyfriend at his house, and I was alone. I liked that thought, as I rode up in the elevator. It meant I could be alone for awhile and sit and dream about fucking Steve. I wanted to fuck him real bad, but I was holding out. I don't know why. I guess I just wanted him to think of me as pristine.
Anyway, I walked into the building and into the elevator. Now, this is one of those p re-fabricated homogenized colonies, and there's bland music in the elevator, which is right in tune with the basic modern blandness of the whole place.
The elevator takes me up to the fourteenth floor, and I step off into the hallway. The door is at the end of a long corridor, and I walked past the incinerator room, which is night next door, and opened the door to my apartment.
I guess he came from the incinerator room, although he could have been lurking on the stairway, but anyway, before I shut the door there was a foot in it, and then an arm, and as I started to yell he stepped in and shut the door. He grabbed me and twisted my arm behind me and told me to stop yelling. He asked me where a radio was, and I pointed to the receiver, which he walked me over to, and then turned on loud.
He let go of me and I got my first look at him. Medium build, tall, and a leather mask over his face. I couldn't make out his features, or even see where his eyes were pointing. There were tiny slits in the mask, but they didn't allow me to look in.
He unzipped the mouthpiece of the mask, which had this chrome zipper going the length of his mouth.
"Lie down on the couch!" he said.
I didn't ask him what he wanted. I knew what he wanted. I was trying to see if I knew him. If he was one of the men in the building or at school or work or something. It was no use, and I was too scared to keep trying.
He took his cock out and asked me if I thought it looked like a lollipop. I said no. Mistake! He slapped me across the face and I felt my head slam down on the couch. He got on top of me and put his hands around my throat. My clothes were still on. I thought he was going to kill me.
Looking back, he was just scaring me. He didn't even squeeze my throat. He just suggested that he might, and that was enough. After that, he took my dress off, leaving me in a bra and panties. His cock was sticking over his underpants, and his pants were thrown off.
"You're going to get fucked tonight, baby. I want your cunt and then your ass, all of it.
Before we do anything, baby, I want your mouth first, and then your pussy, and then your ass. You understand?"
It was easy enough to understand. I was looking around for something I could use to fight him off. There is a coffee table near the couch, and I reached back and picked up an ashtray, which I tried to bring down on his head, but he caught me, and he seemed to enjoy teaching me a lesson.
He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom, where he threw me down on the bed and removed some rope from his pocket. He started with my legs, tying one ankle at a time to the posts of my sister's bed.
That was all he needed. He had my legs spread wide, my blonde pussy vulnerable as hell. I was moaning, and he put a gag in my mouth so I'd stop calling for help and crying out. He was being very quick, and I got the feeling he was a pro at this.
Next thing I know, he's tying my hands, my wrists really, to the top bedposts, and now I'm spread out.
"I'm going to piss all over you," he said.
He got up on the bed and stood over my stomach. My tits were uncovered, and they were heaving up and down. I thought he was watching them, but I couldn't see his eyes.
Next thing I know, his cock is pissing on my stomach, and that's more than I was ready for, even though he'd said it. I mean, I thought it was a figure of speech. It wasn't! I started to toss around and I managed to make him lose his balance on the bed, and he had to jump off, still pissing all over the room.
When he finished pissing, he turned my head around to face his by grabbing my hair.
"Lick the piss off me!" I wasn't about to. I looked at him defiantly, but I was afraid, and I guess he knew that too. He slapped my face really hard, and next thing I know his cock is in my mouth, and he's telling me to take it in all the way.
He had a really big cock, and I'd never done that before, so I was afraid I couldn't do it, but he taught me quickly that I could.
While he was making me suck on his big cock, his fingers were all over me, pinching my nipples, digging right into my virgin pussy!
It was humiliating. Every time I stopped sucking he started to get rough, and soon I just tried to please him.
"Take it in you throat, cunt. I'm going to shoot some come down your throat!"
His cock began to pulse, and hot come shot out, going down my throat. I was trying to contain it all, but there was so much of it, it started to spill on my chin.
He kept up a steady beat, driving that big cock in my mouth, and then he finished coming and pulled out. He walked away from me, but he came back in a moment, and he had a studded belt in his hands.
He cracked it across the tops of my legs just once. I tried to cry out but I was gagged. He laughed and put the belt down. Then he went to the bathroom, leaving me gagged and tied.
I was shaking and crying, waiting to find out what was going to happen next. Then I found out. He came out of the bathroom with an enema bag and an enema bone attached to it. It was my sister's, but I'd never had to use it.
I couldn't even ask him what he was going to do. That fucking gag was driving me crazy. All I could do was watch as he untied me, turned me over, and retied me. This time my ass was up and he put two pillows under it to get it higher. I was afraid, now!
He picked up the whip again and told me that it was his favorite belt because it left distinctive marks on people he whipped for days. That's how they caught the asshole. Those marks.
Then he told me that he was going to give me an enema, and if I shit it out before he told me I could, he would whip me with that studded belt until I couldn't think!
I believed him. I felt the cold enema bone going up my ass, and I was tight. He told me to relax, and he grabbed one of the balls of my ass and squeezed tightly, really hurting me, spreading my ass.
I cried out through the gag.
"Now relax and it won't hurt!"
He slid that enema bone into my asshole, and I gasped as the water started shooting into my stomach. It was hard to stand still for, even tied up.
Well, in a few moments my stomach was full of water, and he removed the empty bag. Then he lit a cigarette and sat down, leaving me in that stupid position, my ass pointing up in the air, my hands and ankles tied tightly to the posts of the bed.
It's hard to hold in a shit when that's going on, and your whole body is almost out of control anyway.
He was amused. I could hear him laughing through that mask, and he started to tickle my buttocks with that studded belt.
"I'm going to shit!" I screamed.
He really laughed. I was so humiliated. I didn't want to shit straight up in the air. It would come down all over me! What a sick humiliating bastard, I thought, struggling not to explode, not to shit like a cannon pointed at the ceiling. He was just letting that belt caress my buttocks, without really coming down on me, and then all of a sudden the creep starts to slap me with that belt! Hard!
"Bastard!" I yelled, but the gag had cut off my ability to really be heard, and he just heard some noise coming from my mouth.
He walked in front of me and watched my face as I tried to contain that enema, and then, right before my eyes, he takes his cock and starts pissing on my face and head.
His warm piss was splashing on the crown of my head and rolling down my face. It really freaked me out. I wanted to try and get up, but the ropes were hurting me every time I tried to fight their restraint!
He finished pissing and made me lick the last few drops off his cock, and then he told me to suck him off.
"Suck it!"
That's all he said, and it was hard to hear through his heavy breathing and that mask.
He had ripped the gag off a second ago, but I was too frightened to scream. His cock was in my mouth before I even thought of screaming.
"Suck it! Suck it!"
His cock penetrated deeply into me, into my throat, and I was having a fit trying to hold in that enema at the same time. His balls were slapping on my chin, and he was holding my head very still so that he could move his cock in and out of my mouth without any effort. Just then he exploded, his cock pumping cream into my mouth, and at that moment I exploded also, because I couldn't hold that enema back another second.
He was shooting in my mouth and watching my asshole erupt hot shit into the air, landing all over my buttocks and legs, all over the sheets. It was mostly water, but it was the horrible color of shit!
He held my head steady, in place, and his cock shot hot come into me during this whole explosion. He moaned loudly, and jerked, his cock sinking in and out of my mouth without any rhythm, but deep on the downbeat!
When he was finished shooting and I was finished shitting, he told me that he wasn't going to hurt me because I really pleased him, and he was even going to give me some money. I was insulted. I mean, I didn't want money. I wanted to be left alone.
INTERVIEW TWO
The previous transcript contained a brief transition which I am omitting to save space. This interview was recorded the next day, and I am taking us right to the point where the same topic was being discussed, which was the actual rape.
The man in the leather mask stayed the entire night. He made me take a shower after he pissed on me and made me shit all over myself and my sister's bed.
"Wash that pretty blonde bush for me," he said, standing outside the bathtub which he'd filled for me and then led me into. He kept me chained or tied up all the time. It was hard for me to even get near the phone or windows, and when I did, he was more than aware of where I was and what I was thinking.
He had a big cock and he didn't put it away once. Instead, he kept making me suck on it, running it over my face. He didn't leave me alone for a moment.
"I really love to piss on you," he said, as he was making me suck his balls.
It was easy for him to make me do anything he wanted. Every single time I saw that studded belt I made a commitment to cooperate with him. I mean, who wants to be marked up for life? You know, I didn't think in terms of dying at that point. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy in a way, because it sounded like he was the guy who had committed the other rapes in the community. I mean, he was a pro, and he fit the descriptions I'd heard. Even the way he operated was similar to the man in the stories. I was feeling that, if that poor guy had to go through this whole process just to get his nuts off, he must have to be a real slave to the whole thing. I mean, he couldn't have anything else in his life but this, and he was liable to get caught at any time.
It was strange, because I reacted to him in many ways. I mean, I felt sorry for him, I felt dominated for him, I felt like he was inhuman, all in such a short period of time.
After a few hours in the apartment, I was used to being tied up in various positions that caught his fancy. He tied me to the couch once, so that my ass was in the air again. I thought I was going to get another enema, and believe me I was grateful when his cock started poking around.
He slid it in my pussy, and he brought his hands around and cupped my tits and really held them tight as he stuck that hot cock in me from the rear, again and again.
It was strange that time, because I was tied to the couch, and I was really feeling my whole orientation melting away, and all of a sudden this big cock is giving my pussy a lot of gratification and I realize that to him this whole thing is a pleasure, and wouldn't it be nice if I could get into it? Yeah, that's what I thought, or that's what I'd like to think I thought, because with his big cock driving into me like that I had an orgasm, even with the pain of his belly slapping down on my sore buttocks, I managed to have a steamy orgasm!
The gag was off, and I was gasping and telling him to fuck me harder, and he was responding to my verbal suggestions. Now, that's more than I can say for most men, or so my sister tells me! Anyway, He started to really fuck me nice. Then, he put his hands on my hips and started rotating them, telling me to keep that twat tight for him.
He started to tell me that he loved me and that he wanted me to know that he was doing this out of love. His cock was doing all the talking I could listen to at the moment.
He had a nice machine on him, and he was using it so nicely it just melted my fears and took me to paradise, and I had a steamy hot orgasm that filled my whole body with vague warmth and pleasure!
It was great! He came shortly after I did, and I made a real attempt to please him by squeezing him like he was begging me to do.
"Keep that hot twat tight for me!"
I was doing just that. I wanted him. to like it at that point.
"Sweet bitch! I love you. I love your hot womanly pussy!"
I couldn't recognize the voice at all. I wondered if he knew me but I didn't know him. Maybe he picked me off out of the mob that comes in and out of the building, deciding I was the one he was going to love, in his cruel and strange way.
"Sally, I love to come in your hot cunt, you sweet blonde bitch!"
I was startled as he said that. It was just after he'd shot that hot load, and he was behind me, stroking my cheeks. I was crying when he said it, and it was when I realized that this guy knew me. He knew my name at least.
But that didn't have to mean he knew me. Our names were on the bells downstairs, and again on the mailbox. I figured it was a clue, but a shabby one.
But the strange thing was that he kept insisting that he loved me.
"I love you," he said over again.
"If you love me take your mask off," I said once.
He slapped me.
"You don't love me. If I take my mask off you'll see me and you don't love me!"
That was all I was going to say. I mean, I didn't know quite how to relate to that at all.
He told me that he was going to leave soon, and he wanted to fuck me once more in the pussy. He told me to stretch out on my bed, being that I'd shit all over my sister's.
Again, he tied me down to the bed. This time though, he didn't get up and piss on me or anything like that. He got down on top of me and scooped my tits into his hand, cupping them so that he could lift them high on my chest.
"You have beautiful cheeks, my love!"
He rubbed the leather mask over my tits, and I moaned, feeling the pain of the leather on me, very roughly.
He began to pinch my nipples and continued to, until he made them taut. He began to suck them into his mouth and let them out, biting on them, lapping and whipping them with his tongue. Then he changed his idea about only wanting to fuck me once more, and that once more in the pussy.
He'd forgotten fucking my armpit, my ear, and various other parts he was quickly remembering.
"Oh, no!"
Slap! Right across the face. That meant "Oh Yes!"
He started by sliding his cock into my armpit and making me close my arm, but leaving it open just enough to allow him to slide, his cock out and in without any difficulty. He was holding my tits together and forcing his cock into my armpit, holding tight.
So he fucked my armpit for awhile, and then he took his cock out and put it in my ear, holding my head still so that the tip of his cock could move around, in the recess behind my ear, and directly in my ear.
He seemed to think that this was very funny, and he did it for a long time.
"What about my pussy?" I asked.
He told me to shut up, but his voice was gentle. I was sure he was crazy!
The next thing I know, he's got his cock, between my tits, and he's pushing my tits together on his cock. I guess that pleased him more than anything because his eyes were so wide open I could see them for the first time.
After he got my cleavage damp with his lube, he moved down and mounted my pussy, digging his cock in kind of quickly, which hurt because I was dry.
"Ouch!"
"Shut up. You wonderful angel. I love that tight twat!"
That's the way he was speaking. I mean, what do you answer someone who's talking like that? It was impossible. Well, anyway, He fucked my pussy one more time, and on that one I had an orgasm again, and I was grateful, you know? I mean, I was being so heavily brutalized that I wanted some pleasure out of this deal. It was nice to come with his hot cock driving into me. It was, you have to remember, my first real experience, and you know the possibility for pleasure is there, under any circumstances, so if it starts happening, you're just really grateful.
I guess I should just speak for myself. It was a really weird experience having a wave of pleasure pass through me right in the middle of that ugly experience, but there it was.
I felt his cock pulse hot come into me, and I came with him as though we were lovers, who'd practiced our timing for years. It was strange.
Oh, when he was getting ready to leave he kissed me really gently and told me he'd never bother me again, and he gave me some money. Not a whole lot, but about fifty bucks or something like that.
It was strange, because I could feel the sadness on his face under that mask. He loved me in some crazy way, or at least he thought he did. Or perhaps he was just making me think that so that I wouldn't do something? But what could I have done? It was a real puzzle.
After he left I went to my bed and stretched out, feeling really bad. I vomited on the floor, and then I realized that I had to call the police, but that involved telling them about everything.
The cops would see the shit all over the bed, the ropes that he'd left behind. They'd see the enema bag and all that shit. Unless I cleaned up. I tried to get up but my nerves were shot and my strength was shot. It was a joke. I reached for the phone.
The cops were there in about twenty-minutes, and despite the fact that I thought they were going to be creepy, they were nice, and protective, and they didn't ask me anything about anything.
There was a sergeant there, and he told everyone to base reports on the obvious debris, and leave me alone. He himself asked me the questions, but he was brief, and patient, and v/hen I'd finally had enough he stopped.
The rapist was caught pretty soon after that. He'd raped three women and was going for another when he was caught. I followed the arrest in the papers, but I don't pay any attention anymore. If they let him out on the street, I don't want to know it. I'm afraid of dark streets now, as it is.
CONCLUSION
Sally obviously is an intelligent girl who will maintain a normal mode of existence despite this assault on her body and mental sanity.
The problem in these rape cases, is that the victim is not always dumb enough to leave identical marks on his victims, which is what got this criminal apprehended. It is not always easy to do justice to a criminal of this nature, unless he leaves a trail.
Society and the law often contribute to the difficulties inherent in dealing with rapists who have committed more than one rape.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Pat J. Age: Sixteen
INTRODUCTION
Pat is a pretty blonde girl with short hair, complimenting her well-shaped face and pretty blue eyes. She found herself, not too long ago, at the mercy of a group of boys who raped her and photographed her. Their attempt to blackmail her was aborted by her tearful confession, and the police were called in. In a rape case where there are photos for evidence, offenders generally are convicted.
Of course that is never enough to give a case a happy ending, or even a happy beginning. Pat still suffers, her nerves on edge, her image of men and boys highly distorted, by the entire incident, which dragged on, over what must have been a brutal month. The full magnitude of their experimental sex on this little girl only comes out after the traditional humiliations are discussed.
INTERVIEW ONE
Doctor, it just built up around me without me having anything really to do with it. Gregg got very friendly with me. He's a boy in school, and all the girls chase him because he looks like a movie star or something.
Anyway, Gregg was paying a lot of attention to me, telling me how he loved my short hair, how my skin sparkled. He told me he thought I had the nicest tits in high school. Well, I was shocked, but flattered, and I caught myself projecting my tits out towards him even more than I usually do. Oh, it's true. I know I have a nice body, and at the time I used to bounce around for the boys. I've calmed down since being raped of course, but at that time I thought it was all good wholesome fun, like stuff people do on serial comedies on television.
Shit, I was wrong. Well, one day Gregg was walking down the corridor at school, and he met me. It was during classes, and there was nobody in the hallway at all, and he leaned me against the wall and kissed me, which wasn't unusual, but this time he put his hand on my chin and looked deep into my eyes and told me he'd like to see my lips around his cock.
I was really stunned when he said that, but he had such a sweet look in his eyes I knew it wasn't something he thought to be nasty or anything. To him, I thought, it was a beautiful idea, because I was beautiful.
Well, he had me against that wall tight, and he started to touch my breasts, or at least my sweater.
"I'm getting tired of touching your clothing," he said. "What?"
"I want the real thing, Pat. 1 want to touch those sweet tits I see bouncing around through your sweaters. I want to feel your nipples in my mouth, Pat!"
I was afraid, because he looked intense, like he was going to undress me right there, in the hallway. Just then the bell rang, and I was relieved when he let go of me because the halls were about to teem with people rushing to class.
I told him I had to go to history class, and I walked away, but three classes later, I was sitting next to him in study hall, and he was being just as intense.
Now in study hall, I could see that all the girls around me were jealous by all the attention this pretty boy was paying me, and I started to act a little, flirt back with him. I did like him at the time anyway, and when he'd said that stuff to me in the hallway, well Doc, I have to admit it got me horny.
I was a virgin then. I used to masturbate once a day, but I'd never let my finger all the way in. I still had that old concept of virginity. I guess because I was told that so many times I started saying it automatically. Shit, you get fooled like that a lot if you keep your ears open to tribal rumors.
Anyway, Gregg put his hand on my leg, under my skirt, right there in study hall, and I broke out into a sweat, demanding that he stop.
He showed me how he appreciated my suggestion by putting his jacket in his lap, taking out his cock, and moving his hand off of my leg only to grab my hand and put it on his cock.
"That's for you, Pat."
"You're crazy!"
"I need you, Pat. Baby, can't you see that I need you?" he said, his eyes really dark and deep, intense as hell.
Well, I took my hand off his cock, but I had a vivid recollection of what that hot rod felt like. While I was holding it, his hand was over mine, making me hold it tight, and it pulsed in my hand in the most delicious way.
There was no doubt about it. His direct approach was having some affect on me.
"Pat, I know you ride home with your girlfriends usually, but today you're riding home with me. I'll pick you up after last class. Be at the parking lot exit."
I just looked at him oddly. Like, how did he have the confidence to project that, without asking me? He was telling me what to do. But then, I was still sitting there, and looking back, I guess he took that to mean that I was interested.
I nodded my head affirmative, and he let me move my hand back to my lap. I was so afraid of being caught it was getting impossible for me to sit there and smile. I mean, there were people watching us. Now, they couldn't see our laps, but they could see our faces. It was strange.
Anyway, I sat through the classes daydreaming about that big cock I'd just had in my hands, but determined not to let it in my twat. I mean, I wanted to be a virgin when I got married. That was the idea at the time. But still, I thought it would be nice to jerk him off, to feel that big cock in my hand, and to let him feel my breasts and pussy, if he promised not to put his finger in too deeply. That was how I had it sorted in my head as I walked into the parking lot and looked around for his car.
He pulled up a few minutes later, with a few of his friends, but they got right out, nodding to me as I got in. They were local high school hoods. I'd seen them all around, with their leather jackets and greasy hair. Gregg was like that too, I knew, but he didn't play it as flashy. That is, his hair was combed neat, and he wore nice jeans that didn't have motorcycle or car grease all over them, and he didn't have long sideburns or anything like that.
His car was souped-up, but that wasn't a practice limited to greasers. Everyone had a souped-up car if they could, even if it only looked hot, and was really a piece of shit under the body.
Gregg's car was for real. I could tell the moment he took off across the lot, tires spinning, burning out. It was a kick to sit in that custom seat "and feel the car pick up, and see everyone looking at us.
He hadn't even looked at me yet, and he, was taking off, tearing out of the area, without even telling me where he was driving to. I noticed at once that we weren't going towards my house.
"Where are we going, Gregg?"
Gregg had sunglasses on and I couldn't see his eyes at all. He spoke slow and calm.
"We're going someplace where we can taste each other, baby."
Well, Doc, that sounded good to me although I have to admit I wasn't sure what the hell it meant. I figured it was still something I had control over, I mean, how far our action went.
So far it was just light petting, clothes on. That is, except for what had happened at study hall, when he put his cock in my hand and made me squeeze it for him like that.
I was just sitting there, watching the road shoot by. Gregg opened up two beers and passed me one, but I just pretended to drink it because it still tastes like soap to me. I guess I sound like a kid, but that's true.
We still haven't discussed where the car is pointing, but he starts to open up a little.
"Come sit over here, Pat!"
He puts a hand out and scoops me into his seat, and he starts feeling me up, my tits, my legs, telling me I have sweet fine legs and a pretty blonde bush on top.
"How do you know?" I asked, a cocky look on my face.
He admitted that he didn't, but then he pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and turned to me, pulling my skirt up and panties down. He peeked up at my pussy. It was the first time a boy even saw my pussy.
"Yup, blonde!" he said.
He turned back to the wheel, and burned out again. This time he was in a hurry. I guess that sight of my pussy had turned him on. It sure had a strange affect on me. I realized that he was too fast for me. I had no intentions of showing him my twat, and there he was, at it before I even knew what was coming off!
Well, soon we drove up to this quiet suburban house on a blockful of mansions and near-mansions, and I know he doesn't live around here, because he told me he lives downtown. We get out, and he walks me, calmly but firmly, his arm hooked into mine, to the door.
It was Sal, one of the hoods at school. What the hell was he doing there?
"What's happening, baby?" Sal asked.
They did that old slapping five ritual, and Gregg marched me in.
"Everything cool around here?" Gregg asked.
"As always."
"Give me some reefer, Sal. I'm having a party," Gregg said, indicating towards me.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but Sal seemed to, and he handed Gregg a few rolled cigarettes. Gregg turned towards me and started walking with me, without another word to Sal.
We walked up a long flight of stairs in the old house, and we came to a room at the top. Gregg opened it and told me to get in. When I was in, he locked the door.
I looked around at the strangest room I ever saw. Two walls were mirrors, and then there was the wall facing out, with a stained-glass window, and the wall we walked in through, which was the doorway really, and the only normal wall in the room. The room was bare, except for a mattress and a trunk, as well as a stereo radio.
"Make yourself at home, Pat."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean take your clothes off, baby. I've been waiting long enough for those tits, Pat!"
"I'm a virgin, Gregg. I have to stay a virgin. I want to kiss you, but there are some things I just won't do."
He turned to me and nodded his head like he understood, coming towards me, kissing me. This kiss got out of hand quickly, and he started to move my skirt up around my waist, my sweater up to my breasts.
He was playing it as quick as I was afraid he would, and had to make an attempt to show him I wasn't an easy lay. I slapped his face. Now, Doc, I mean, I really slapped him hard. I thought it would snap him into thinking, but he didn't flinch. He just kept coming at me. It was as though he didn't mind at all that I'd slapped him.
He had me nude in five minutes, because he told me he didn't want to rip my clothes off, but he would if I didn't take them off, and I could see he was meaning it. I pulled my sweater over my head, and he cupped my tits and sucked on the nipples.
It was the first time a boy ever took my breasts into his hands and sucked on my nipples. It was a strange, good feeling, and I started to moan and coo.
But then his hands were on my pussy, and I could tell at once that he wasn't fooling around, that he was going to pierce my pussy with his finger, if not his cock.
He started with his finger, and for that he had to hold me down, because I started to fight him. I was really getting angry. I mean, I jumped when he started to penetrate my twat, and that should have communicated enough right there to make him see I didn't want that, but he just didn't care.
It was a strange mixture of feelings when his fingers slid in my twat, deep in my pussy. I mean, I was afraid, I was thinking that I lost something, and I was feeling a whole lot of pleasure, all at the same time!
"Ohhhhhh, Gregg!"
"Your pussy is wet already. I bet you're going to be a hot bitch, when you get broken-in right!"
I couldn't help myself. I started to hump at his hand, as his fingers slid in my pussy and asshole at the same time. Then, he told me to suck his cock, and he made me get down on the mattress, my head flat.
He sat on my tits and put his knees on either side of my head, and he lowered that big cock to my lips, but his hand was still reaching back, stimulating my clitoris, and I was still horny as hell, although scared.
"I want to see those full lips on me, bitch. Lick my cock, Pat!"
I licked his cock for him, and watched him shiver. Then he took his hand off my clitoris, and seemed to be intent on only one thing. Fucking me in the mouth.
He even left my breasts alone. His eyes and hands, his cock, were all concentrated on fucking my mouth, and he sank his cock into me again and again, telling me to look at him, to look in his eyes.
Well, I'd never even seen a boy come, so when that hot liquid started shooting into my mouth I didn't know what was happening, but he held me tight and told me it was good to drink.
"That's my come, baby, so drink it down!" He watched as his come dribbled out of my mouth. Of course I swallowed some, but I let most of it dribble out, down my chin and onto my neck and chest.
He didn't seem to mind this, and in fact I think he liked it. He told me that a good cocksucker always licks up after herself, so I was licking his cock, cleaning it off, when he got his next brainstorm.
"Baby, I'm going to tie you up."
"What? Absolutely not!"
I couldn't believe the nerve of him. He expected me to just go along with all this.
"Look, Pat, if I treat you like an angel, you'll never be the hot bitch I need. I want you to be mine, baby. I want to be your man!"
His eyes were strong, and I wanted to believe him. That's the only excuse I can think of, because I let him tie me up, and he really got into it in a strange way.
I mean, he tied me to the bed, my legs spread wide, my arms spread wide, and he put pillows under my ass. Then, and this is where it got scary, he went to the door and called up Sal.
"Hey, Sal. You doing anything?"
"No, why?"
"Come on up here, man!" Two minutes later Sal walks in, wearing his leather motorcycle jacket with no shirt under it, and an old dirty pair of jeans.
"She's a virgin, man. What do you think?"
Sal shook his head, and came back with a camera. You know, Doc, the ones that take pictures and then develop them right in the camera. Well, that's what Sal came back with.
First they took shots of me alone, tied up tight, ropes projecting my tits out, ropes across my waist and over my arms, the pillows under my ass putting my whole torso on a strangely erotic angle.
They let me see the shots as soon as they were developed, and I was still tied up, so I couldn't do anything about it. I started to cry and moan, and Sal asked Gregg if he could spin me over and whip my ass.
Gregg said no. He said he didn't think I was ready for that kind of stuff yet. I'm thankful for that.
Then Gregg asked Sal to get some shots as he broke my cherry with his rod, and Sal lit up, taking the camera and getting some close shots of my legs spread, of Gregg's cock, and then, of Gregg's cock sinking into me.
Well, Doc, it hurt, but he was such a good lay I have to admit it was a hell of a ride. He poked his cock around my pussy and clitoris until he was sure I was horny, and then he jabbed me so fast it only hurt for a moment.
Then I felt his fingers around the balls of my ass, fingertips just inside my asshole, as he started driving his heavy dong down into me again and again.
He picked himself up over me, cock still beating inside my pussy, and started to pinch my nipples with one hand, to get the skin taut, but as soon as my nipples were taut, he went for my ass again.
Gregg's fingers were tight on the balls of my ass, and his cock was coming down so hard and fast I almost lost track of it. It was just a blur, you know?
Anyway, that was how I had my first orgasm with a man's cock. That afternoon! His cock felt so nice going down deep into my pussy, that I started to throb and moan, and all of a sudden I was being filled with heat, warm soft floating heat!
"Ohhhhhh, that's nice, Gregg!"
He smiled, lifting himself up, but not missing a beat.
"Now, I'm going to shoot your pussy full of cream!"
I knew what that meant. He'd already done it to my mouth!
All of a sudden his cock begins to pulse, and he is moaning, sucking on my neck, lapping the sweat off of my skin.
He started to come, the hot liquid shooting out of him.
"Bitch, jut those tits towards me!"
Well, the ropes were doing that already, so I just held on. He came for almost a full moment, jerking and twitching, moaning.
Meanwhile, Sal was moving like a maniac with that camera. He got some good shots.
As soon as Gregg was done, he got up off me and shook his cock, residue from his liquid passion landing on my stomach. I was still tied tight.
"What do you want to do to her, Sal?" Gregg said, looking right at me, but talking to Sal.
"Fuck her ass!" Sal said.
"That'll make an interesting photo," Gregg commented.
They both laughed, and Gregg lit a marijuana cigarette.
"I'll call for some drinks," Sal said.
I thought he was only kidding, but he called downstairs for some girl, and a young chick came up with a trayful of gin and tonic, as well as ice.
It was still a mystery, how Sal came to be living in this big mansion, and with servants yet. But one thing was clear, even when I went home that day after being de-flowered, fucked in the mouth and ass, bound with ropes, and photographed. I was still in their hands. They had a rope around me of some sort or another.
It was a strange feeling, but I didn't think it was going to get as out of hand as it got. Oh, is time up? Well, Doc, this has been great for me. I'll be here next week on schedule, and thanks for your time.
INTERVIEW TWO
Pat is obviously an intelligent, articulate girl, and I do believe her naive position was due to a certain enchantment she felt with Gregg, however, the boy moved too quickly for her to gain perspective, and she was almost there before she could respond. This next case brings us up to the present. We will see how something of this magnitude can jump in geometric proportions, into deeper and deeper complications for all concerned, most of them unpleasant!
Well, Doc, that was only the beginning. They had those pictures, and that made me their property. It was incredible how they were using me, and I soon found out that they had a whole bunch of girls who were getting the same business I was.
Sal and Gregg were just a couple of high school greasers, but I soon found out that Sal had inherited a lot of money, as well as that house, and his sister, who was supposed to live there also, moved to the fucking French Riviera. He was alone, and he had the bucks and the will, to go out and buy cameras, to go after chicks, to use them. Of course, Gregg was in because Gregg was the one who could always go out and enchant some stupid chick, myself included.
Once you were in with these two, they made you feel as humiliated as they could. They thought it was a way to protect their interests, you know?
So after a week or so, of having Gregg come up to me in school and feel my tits right in the hall, or grab my ass in one of the study halls, they had me come back to the old mansion.
We went in Gregg's car, as usual, and we drove along slowly this time, because he made me give him a blow job on the way, and all the while he was squeezing my nipples, telling me he'd been looking at those shots of me sucking his cock and getting horny for me all night.
We got to Sal's, and I noticed that there was some new equipment, some new props. Leather and studs, mostly. I took this to mean that I was to be beaten, because there were a few whips hanging around. Sal wanted to beat me.
"We'll keep the lash off of her legs and arms, man. Ain't nobody going to see those tits and that hot ass but us. I want to whip her ass and tits, man," Sal said.
Gregg was against the idea, and I learned from their conversation that they'd almost been busted a month ago for whipping a girl.
I was really sweating then, as they tied me to an open doorway which had hooks set up for the purpose. They were using thick rope, which is better than leather because it doesn't cut.
Then, they really got strange. They left me hanging in that doorway, and they went into the basement. I supposed they were having a conference of some kind.
Well, there was a draft, and I was nude, and the goose pimples were becoming a plague. My nipples were nice and taut though, and I knew that'd score me a few points, but I didn't want that. I wanted to lose points. It occurred to me that I should vomit on them, and maybe gross them out. I was actually laughing at that thought.
Gregg and Sal came back, but with an enema bag and a bone shaped like a cock, attached to a tube. I knew what was coming at once, and I started to struggle at the ropes.
"Watch her dance!" Gregg said, amused.
They tightened the ropes so that I couldn't move at all, and then they put a new rope across the doorway at my waist level. Then, they undid my wrists, and lowered me over the rope, so that my ass was in the air, and my tits were suspended.
Gregg tied my hands to hooks on the floor, again, for just such a purpose. Imagine how much planning went into their games, Doc?
They took a few photos of me like this, and then Sal put his cock in my hair and started to piss.
"What are you doing?"
I shook my head, and he laughed and moved back, aiming his hard cock at my face. I couldn't duck very well. I turned my head and felt his warm piss hit my head and run through my hair. I was so ashamed I started to cry.
Then, Gregg got behind me with that enema. He told me that it wouldn't hurt, and that if I didn't relax he'd have Sal piss in my mouth. I relaxed my ass. Nothing like motivation.
Gregg put something creamy on the enema bone, because despite its big size it did slip right in. I moaned as the warm water started to flood my stomach.
I was holding in that shit for all I was worth, but it wasn't easy. Then, Gregg got in front of me and started squeezing my nipples, telling me that if I shit on their clean floor I would have to clean it up.
I tried to hold it in, and soon I was pleading. They watched me beg and try to hold it in for about fifteen minutes, amused.
I don't know why Gregg untied me. I mean, they were having such fun watching me suffer, I thought they were going to let me explode. But then, I would have sprayed wet shit all over their clean floors. Poor boys!
So anyway, Gregg let me go, and I ran for the bathroom, which I just made. As I was sitting down, I started to shit, and it was the hottest, best shit of my life.
I was so exhausted from the whole incident though, that I sort of fainted after the shit, and woke up on the floor of the bathroom.
I didn't move when I woke up. I realized that I'd vomited on the floor.
After about five minutes, Gregg came up, saw the mess, and told me to clean it up, and also to take a shower so that I was fit to suck cocks at a party they were having that night.
Can you imagine that? He treated me like a total slave. Well, I did take a shower, but then I snuck into Sal's room and put on a pair of pants and a shirt, as well as swiping a handful of photos, which I placed in an envelope.
I was determined to blow the fucking whistle. It'd gone too far this time, and it would have to stop now, even if it did mean going to the cops and sitting still for a scandal.
Shit, anything was better than to be pissed on and fucked in the ass at will by a pair of maniacs.
I added insult to injury by stealing Gregg's car. They didn't know it until they heard it start and roar off. They were right in the dining room, and I just slid past them. And they were supposed to be on their toes, heavy boys.
Well, Sal had this little foreign car that they tried to chase me in, but Gregg's car was a mean mother, and as I got closer to the police station they realized that I had the jump on them, and they turned around.
The cops found them packing, trying to leave town. It really shook up my parents, but I felt relieved, except for the fact that the cops got such a sadistic kick out of passing those photos around with me sitting there. They were commenting on how sick my rapists were, but they were probably thinking that I was a piece of ass, and that, what was on those photos, is what you do to a piece of ass. I know cops. I'm hip to leather now, and I can tell at a glance who's kidding and who isn't. Most cops are not kidding! Enough of that. I have my own problems. Doc, you see, since then, I haven't been able to really be affectionate, and I find it hard to trust any man with anything. This extends even to my father.
Now, I know it isn't logical, and I'm hoping you'll help me beat it.
CONCLUSION
Pat's problems are probably temporary. Indeed, I would say she could have over-reacted a lot more and still been in general control of her life.
The fact that she finally turned them over to the police implies that her interest in her image is not as important to her as her own well-being, which is a healthy sign indeed. That she hesitated in turning her rapists over to the police, is understandable.
I don't think her hesitation was due to an appreciation for the situation, although she does describe various orgasms, and it was her initial sexual experience. But I think Pat had a very beautiful projection of what sex should be, and her assaulters destroyed her projection, replacing it with one of violence and humiliation.
Interesting to note the indifference of the rapists themselves, to their own dangers.
Obviously, these two young boys, both attractive and smart enough to seduce girls, preferred to molest them and rape them.
What is it, that makes this kind of behavior attractive to people? That is the question that is at the root of this case. That is the question that contains the true intensity of the problems attached with sexual rape and abuse.
As far as Pat herself is concerned, she is graduating from high school soon, which is to her advantage. Any modulation is good after an experience of total trauma, and leaving her immediate environment for an out-of-state school would be her best move. It would provide her with too much in the present to re-play the past all the time.
I suggested this to her, and she does have the grades. I think in this case, her chances for leading a normal and happy life are good, despite her torment.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Kitty Q. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Kitty appeared in my office one morning, her blonde, bright-eyed face seemingly to stare me down, to intimidate me.
A simple background should be given in this rather interesting case. Kitty was raped by a boy who had been her boyfriend for a few months. She apparently teased him to death, from what I could gather. Establishing blame isn't my business. What does interest me is her general sexiness, even after this experience. She flirted with me at every opportunity she got. She managed to sit in such a way, as to perpetrate my noticing her creamy thighs. Her dress was too short, and showed much of her upper legs. Likewise, the blouse was far too revealing, showing the snowy tops of her breasts. I could see her pretty nipples through her sheer blouse, and it was distracting. I didn't ask her to cover herself, because for some reason I felt that it would be more to my purpose if she didn't know I was affected in any way by her overt sexiness.
As her story unfolds, it turns out that she has been raped more than once, and the details confirm my early suspicion that she herself brings it on whenever possible. Perhaps for her, the act of rape negates her sense of responsibility for the entire thing. That way, the sexual act can be enjoyed, and not paid for emotionally. I do believe that was a great part of it, but I'll allow the reader to share the data with me, on which my conclusions are built.
Doc, you know I'm the best cocksucker in this whole fucking area? You know it because you can see my lips and you can imagine, but you haven't felt my tongue on you. Or maybe you have. You know, I can't remember every cock I sucked?
You think I'm just talking? Well, maybe I am, but I think I've been raped enough to know what sex is about. It's like a bull charging you, and taking you away with him!
Shit! You know, I guess you want to hear it from the start because you think everything works in straight lines from the beginning to the end like in a fucking textbook, but alright, I can get into that stupid shit with you. If it helps your limited head, Doctor, in all due respect!
It was Tom. Tom told me that my legs made him want to see what my bush looked like. We were sitting on the bus, going to school, and he said that in my ear. He told me he wanted to see what I looked like with no clothes on. He was running his hair through my blonde hair, and he said I looked like I'd make a hot slut, if I wasn't a hot one already.
Now, Tom and I weren't strangers. We'd made it a few times, but not all the way. Like, I would jerk him off or let him fuck me between my tits. I just never let him put his cock inside me, or even his finger.
Well, it didn't take Tom to get demanding.
"Kitty, you're the kind of bitch that could be a real wildcat in the sack, baby," he said to me once.
I liked it, the talk, that is. I mean, I didn't like what he meant, because he meant he wanted to fuck me and he didn't want to hear no for an answer, no way.
Well, one day he came over to study with me. You know, that's what kids tell their parents when they want to get together and rub-dee-rub!
My parents both work, and it was easy to slide him in the apartment, because so many people go in and out that nobody knows anything about anything really. I like that. It keeps everybody minding their own business and all that.
So anyway, Tom really was getting aggressive. Like, up until one night, a hand job was good enough, but then he wanted to fuck me in the mouth, and even if I put his cock between my tits and pushed together nice for him, he would hold back his sweet come until I did what he wanted. That was a blow-job, and he wanted it bad.
So finally, one afternoon at my house, the folks at work, I let him slip the tip of his cock inside my lips, and I whipped his cock with my tongue.
It was strange. That was the point at which he became a crazy man. I mean, he just ripped through my clothes, caressing my breasts and sticking his finger in my asshole, which astounded me, but I liked it.
At that point he still hadn't entered my pussy, and I was starting to feel safe.
We went through a blow-job phase, where he would make me suck his cock while he was driving. He even had the nerve to ask me to suck Jim's cock. Jim was his best friend.
Tom told me that if I was his bitch, I should be his to give to other guys as well.
I guess that was when I should have realized that he was weird, but I was fascinated, and I went along with it one night, sucking Jim's cock, letting him come in my mouth. That was all with Tom standing beside me, rubbing my breasts and telling me to swallow that big cock!
Sentimental, right? Well, after the blow-job stage, the shit got hairy. That's when he wanted my pussy, and nothing else would do.
We would have arguments that went on for days, and I have to admit I enjoyed that part of it, having him plead with me and tell me how much he worshipped me and only wanted to touch my pussy lips with his cock.
Oh, he went on and on talking, and I kept sucking his cock for him, which he really liked, and I didn't mind it so much myself. I even got into sucking his balls.
But then, one afternoon on the old couch in my parent's living room, he says he's going to put his cock in my pussy or asshole, and he rips my panties down, pulling my skirt around my waist.
Well, it was a fucking blow. I mean, I should have expected it, and I did, but I wasn't ready for it really. It was like he was crazy.
I begged him to fuck my ass. I mean, I wanted that hot cock in my pussy, let me tell you that! But, I still had this hang-up about being a virgin, and I figured my asshole didn't matter. Stupid shit, but that is how I saw it!
Anyway I begged him to take my asshole, and he laughed, turning me over so that my ass was pointing up.
His arms were strong around my waist, and his cock started to slide down into my delta. He was sliding it over my clitoris and pussy, and I was starting to go wild.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, that cock feels good!" I moaned, but then I realized that he was going to stick it in my pussy. I could tell from the way he was poking around.
That's when I bucked him off. I threw him. It was instinctive. I just caught him off his guard, and threw him. His reaction was to explode. He was pissed, and he grabbed me and moved me around so that I was fucking him, his hands very rough on my tits, ravishing me, sucking in on my nipples as his cock continued to poke around.
I could feel it coming, Doc. And I don't know how hard I fought him because he was so strong.
"I don't want you to fuck me, Tom! I don't want you to fuck me!"
"Shut up!"
He slapped me hard across the face, and I could tell from his eyes that he enjoyed watching my horror. He slapped me again and told me to get those long sweet legs open wide.
I was afraid, Doc. I opened my legs. When he told me to guide his cock in, I just did it. Then, he slammed it in deep and just started to fuck the shit out of me. His cock was coming at me like it had a motor attached to it, and his hands were around my ass, holding my body tight, holding my pussy right where it would do him the most good.
He was telling me to keep my pussy tight for him. I felt his big cock sinking in all the way, and I tried to cry out, to make him stop, even though I don't know if I wanted him to stop.
Well, he didn't. He pounded that hot cock into my blonde bush, and I saw a big cock sink into me for the first time. Strange feeling, Doc!
He was really hot, that dude. Tom could fuck the shit out of me. I found that out pretty quickly. He fucked my pussy until I came, and it was wonderful. That moment was the only one that really pleased me though, and as soon as it was over I was mad at him.
"You bastard. You raped me!"
"You wanted it, bitch!"
He grabbed me by my blonde hair and threw me down on my stomach, and this time he entered my asshole, bouncing around on top of me, his hot cock piercing into my ass again and again, driving me crazy.
He brought his hand to my clitoris to keep me pumping, and it worked alright. He knew that despite my anger, I'd respond to his fingers on my clitoris, and I did!
I started to wail. I was having another orgasm in a few moments just from his fingers on my clitoris, and when I came I tightened my ass for him, and he came in my ass.
"I love the sweet balls of your ass, bitch!"
His cock was shooting into me, pumping me full of come, and his hands were on my clitoris and breasts as he came.
"Baby, that was good," he sighed, putting his weight on me as he finished.
I was in pain. I tried to get him to move off of me. I mean, I was mad.
"You stole my virginity. You fucking bastard!"
"I just did what you wanted!"
"Fuck you!"
He slapped me and I fell down, and that's when I started to fight. I guess I should have been fighting before that, but that's when I got around to really letting him have it. I slapped him and started to punch him, and he smacked me around. I knew he was pissed because the next thing I knew, I was being tied up, and that probably wasn't in his plans originally. He was just trying to keep me from breaking loose and running into the street.
I was pissed off enough to do just that. Anyway, I watched his face when he told me not to tell my parents, and he looked like he meant it. I mean, he looked like he was going to kick fucking ass for laughs if I didn't play it his way. I got that feeling, and I went along with him. At least I made him think I did. That night, I showed my mother the marks he'd left on me, and she called the heat! The police arrested Tom. Sal slid away from them, but they got him a week later, at his house. The idiot could have left town, but he wanted his comfort.
That's the story of how it started, Doc. Since then I've been raped a few times by other boys, but that's another story.
INTERVIEW TWO
Kitty arrived in my office on time, her hair done differently, her manner slightly more amiable. I wondered what she was trying to do. Her dress told me a lot. She was trying to look older, having her bosom push out of that hot red dress. She was still demanding a physical response from me, and I affirmed her to cheer her up, telling her that she was most beautiful, and if it wasn't for my professional integrity I would make a fool of myself and offer to lick her beautiful pussy.
It worked. She became friendly at once.
So, you're human! Well, Doc, that makes it easier for me to talk to you, indeed. Alright, I'll tell you about the other numbers, because it seemed to be something that came in a cluster.
Tom and Sal were in a lot of trouble for raping me and doing all those nasty things to me, and there was a scandal all over town. It was really hot news. So what happened is they became celebrities, and they began to tell people what a hot cocksucker I was, and how I had the tightest pussy in the land.
They were both out on bail, and even though they weren't allowed back in school, they were around all the time, and they spread some awful words about me.
I guess I started to feel like a super-star. I mean, everyone was talking about me, and talking mostly about how sexy I was and how anyone in his right mind would want a piece of my hot tail.
Guys were goosing me in the hallway in school, and these were strange guys. Tom and Sal stayed far away from me.
Well, one afternoon I took the car and went shopping for some clothes, and in the store I see this hood that goes to my high school. I didn't even say hello, because I'd seen him with Sal and Tom a few times.
He waited outside for me, while I tried on clothes, and as I was getting into my parent's car he came up and asked for a ride.
"Where you going?" I asked.
"Wherever we can be alone, Kitty!"
I was shocked. I didn't even know the jerk's name. It was Scully. I found that out as soon as he forced his way in the car and made me move over. He was in the driver's seat, and he pulled out of the shopping center, keeping me scared with threats, touching me as he drove my parent's car.
I couldn't get over his nerve, and I wanted to try and signal somebody, but he was being sure to drive where there was nobody around.
He drove out of the area, into the country, which was only a fifteen-minute ride, and then he pulled up, in deep woods.
"You as good as they say?" he asked, turning to me, a smile on his face.
"You're going to get caught, you know? I mean, I know who you are, and if you rape me...."
"Rape you! Baby, I'm going to do more than that to you!"
Scully dragged me outside the car and started to tie me onto the rear deck of the car with ropes. He had my legs spread wide, my ass down on the cold metal. He was tying my wrists to the posts of the car windows, so that I was totally spread out on the back o my father's sleek car. It was horrible.
And then he got to the shreds of clothes that were still hanging off of me, although I was mostly nude by this time. He stripped off my clothes using a sharp knife, and soon I was stark naked.
Scully put a blanket under my ass to lift my body up for him, and he leaned over me, his cock moving around my pussy, poking around. "Well, I may go to jail, you blonde cunt, but it might be worth it!"
He started to massage my clitoris with the head of his big cock. He was making me want him, and I was mad at him at the same time, and it felt exactly like Tom and Sal all over again, only this time I was less afraid. I knew what to expect from him.
I wasn't ready for him though, really. He didn't fuck me right then. Instead, he poked it around for a little while, and then stood up a foot away from me. He broke off a thin branch and started to tickle me with it.
"I'm going to whip you, bitch, to make you feel the pleasure more. You always feel pleasure better after you've felt pain!" he informed.
I wasn't that interested in his theory. All I wanted was to get free of him, but I was tied tightly, and his thin branch whistled through the air as he practiced swinging it.
It came down across the tops of my legs, and he smiled as I looked down, or tried to. The ropes had my head held steady, and all I could do was force my eyes as low as possible. I could see the tops of my legs, the lines from the lash.
He whipped me for a full two-minutes, and then he put the branch down and began to fondle my clitoris. I wished I wasn't tied up like that, because he had a big solid cock, and I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn't in such pain.
"Ohhhh, take these ropes off me, Scully!"
"Shut up, slut. You know you like it!"
All the times boys had said that to me, made me wonder. Did I like it? I still had never made it with a boy of my own free choice. The only sex I ever had was through rape, and even after Tom, I was still flirting with the boys, still shaking my tits for them and trying to get them excited.
It's an instinct, Doc. It makes me feel good to see their eyes on me, you know? I'm sure you do. Do I really get you horny? Of course I do. I am the best cocksucker around. That was true. That was the first thing I said when this therapy began, and I stand behind that all the way.
Alright, I'll get back to Scully. I was still tied to that tree, and he whipped my breasts a little, and the tops of my legs.
He wasn't as vicious as Tom, really. When he ( climbed on top of me and fucked me it was a good fuck, anyway. For some reason, I never told anyone.
I had to hide the marks for awhile, so I wore sweaters and pants. The marks were gone in a week, and that was that.
That is, until one day, and this is only a little while ago, I was walking to class, and this boy comes up to me and tells me he heard I was a good cocksucker.
"Get lost!" I snapped.
He pulled out a bill. A hundred-dollar bill. He told me I could have it if I kissed his cock.
Well, I figured what the hell? I mean, if I could make that money in five minutes I would do it, so I went with him to an apartment he shared with some friends.
We went into his room, and he gave me the money first, and then he took out this big sweet cock.
"Wow, that is a big one!"
"You're going to have to get naked," he said.
"I don't have to be naked to kiss your cock."
He laughed.
"Baby, that ain't half of what you're going to do to my cock, let me tell you that!"
I could see he meant it, and I didn't even put up a struggle. I mean, he'd given me the money, which made me want to please him anyway.
Nobody had given me anything. Everybody just takes, you know? So I figured I would go along with this dude.
His name was Fred, and he fucked me nice. He fucked me in the mouth first, and he came all over my hair and face when his cream started to shoot. He was rough with my tits too, but not as rough as some.
Well, Fred had me get down on all fours, and he climbed up on me from the rear and fucked me solid, and I can't say it was bad. But then again, it wasn't my idea, and it was more like a rape than a normal sexual episode. I never had one of those. I mean, if I would have tried to split, he would have been pissed and slapped me around , I'd had enough of that, and I just played it cool.
After he fucked me and had me suck his cock, he fucked me in the ass. It wasn't bad, the whole thing. He just wasn't as rough as some of the other characters.
When it was over, I told him it wasn't bad, and I told him I'd do it again for the money.
Fred called me twice this week already, but I'm not jumping on his case. I'll get around to him.
Dig it, Doc. I'm not a virgin anymore, so I might as well be a slut right? I mean, I look like a slut, and I act like a slut, and I suck like a slut. Is that clear enough for you?
CONCLUSION
This girl's hostility makes it hard to get a clear picture of what she's experiencing and why. If one goes by her word, it means that she has allowed her enemy to define her. However, my early hypothesis, that she in fact encouraged this definition, seems to apply even further now that the case is covered.
Of course she was raped without any control once, even twice perhaps, but at the point when she accepted money from her attacker, one can hardly call it rape.
Kitty was probably right when she said that she might only enjoy sex if she has no responsibilities for it. If it is a rape, she can hardly be blamed. Still, her case is, I must admit, most confusing.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Elsa AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The girl who came in was a very pretty one, with a striking profile, like that of an aristocrat in a famous picture in the Metropolitan. But her manner, nervous and uncertain, convinced you instantly that probably she felt like a piece of dirt, from the way that she had been mistreated.
I went to this party in a loft in the Village, and it looked like a really great scene. I had gone there with my girl-friend, Janie, and we pretended, of course, to be older. Although I am only fifteen, I can get away with looking older.
I had make-up on and the lashes, and I suppose that most guys would take me for seventeen or eighteen.
Well, we fell into the party spirit, and there was plenty floating around. Pot and booze, and we smoked and drank. I had a nice high, and was feeling good. I looked at the crowd, and they kept changing as new dudes came in and went out.
I talked to a lot of them, but none of them hit me right. Then this dude comes up, a blonde guy, about twenty, I think, and he had a southern accent, looked real cute and talked very politely.
"I've been watching you. You really look cute."
I grinned at him. "You're kinda cute yourself."
"No. I mean, you seem different from some of the cruds around here. You know, there really are a bunch of creeps around here. Sort of dirty and shitty looking people."
That stopped me a little. He didn't like people. And it should have warned me, but it didn't because he seemed so nice, and his manner was gentle and courteous.
"Well, everybody can't be beautiful," I said. "If they were then people like you wouldn't stand out."
The compliment just passed over him, as if it meant nothing.
"Look at them. They dress dirty and let that shaggy hair run all over their faces. They're creepy. You sort of wonder what they're trying for. What kind of lives they want for themselves?"
"I guess they want what everyone does. A couple of kicks."
He turned to me. "Is that what you want. Kicks?"
"I thought we all did."
"I don't know. Maybe there's something more in life than kicks."
"What is that?" I asked.
"Excuse me," he said, and went off to get a couple of drinks for us.
I hadn't asked for them, but he just took it on himself. My friend, Janie, was out there in the crowd floating and having a good time. We were to rendezvous around midnight and discuss our plans then for getting home.
"Here," he gave me the drink and smiled at me.
He was good-looking all right, especially when he smiled, with blue eyes that really sparkled. His teeth were nicely shaped and he had a neat shirt and jeans that fitted his body sharply. It was easy to tell that he had a well-muscled body. I felt very attracted to him, except that he had this putdown about the people around us.
"Look at them," he said, again, staring at the motley gang that kept shuffling around, doing their thing. "I can't believe that they are real. What makes them come up like that. I mean, how do they grow to become like this?"
"Well, maybe you ought to get a research up on it?" I was getting tired of him putting down the neighbors. After all, what someone looked like didn't in any way tell you what kind of people they were.
He looked clean and neat, but did that mean his head was like that, I wondered.
But I didn't care too much, because the pot and the booze had me sailing, and mostly, I felt sensual. I wanted some touching from a nice looking dude, and because he happened to be in front of me, I figured it might as well be him. If he made a pass.
But he seemed pretty slow at making a pass.
It pissed me off, in a way.
"So what do you do all the time? Stand around and throw crap at some of the neighbors?" I stared at him.
His eyes turned to me, really steel-blue and he stared. His head seemed to be working real hard, as he looked at me, as if he were trying to make up his mind about something.
"I just do the best I can, honey child," he said, his voice suddenly very soft and charming.
Then his hand went up to my hair, and he touched it, very politely. "You have pretty hair. You are an interesting looking girl. Listen." He bent forward, talking very confidentially, "Why don't we go out on a little joyride. Just around the city. I'll get you back in an hour. We can talk better out there. Not in this noisy place."
When he touched my hair, I liked it. I liked him better when he became flirtatious, and I really had an itch to pet a bit, you know. We girls want some touching and petting and loving. And, I imagined that he would be an interesting guy in a private, quiet place.
"Okay. We'll try it."
He gave me a boyish grin, like he was Mr. All American, and led me toward the doorway. I looked for Janie, and just saw her in time to wave and indicate that I was slipping off for a while with my blonde partner.
She stared at him, and whistled, because he did look like a real movie star.
We went down into the street, and he had a beat-up car parked two blocks off. We got in and he started to drive to the West Side, and he got on the highway up at 79th, and went out to a drive-off place that I had never seen before after he got up on the highway a piece.
It was a real quiet, creepy place, in a way, because there were woods around, and you couldn't see any traffic. Yet it wasn't all that far away from the highway.
It looked cozy, and I figured we'd pitch some woo, which I was surely in the mood for, and then head back fast to the city.
I had no idea what this monster had in his head.
He stopped, put out the lights, then suggested we get in the back. More room.
Sure, I thought. I was really excited about a little bit of petting with him. The blonde prince.
"Have a drink?"
He brought out some bourbon from his glove compartment.
"Sure." I took a drink. I was feeling really good, no pain.
It was a bright moonlit night, and the light came into the car so it was easy to see his face.
He had no expression on his face, like he really had no awareness of me.
The next thing he did was unzip his pants, and bring out his thing. And it was a big red monster of a thing.
"Okay, kid. Suck this."
Then I stared at him in such disbelief. He apparently didn't know how young I was, and that I had limited sex experience. I just assumed that he must know I was only fifteen, still a virgin, in fact.
And that I liked petting a lot, but for something like that, I just was not ready for it!
"Are you crazy?" I said to him.
He glared at me. "If you say that to me again, I'll beat you to a pulp!"
His tones were cold as ice, and I knew he meant it. He looked half nuts.
I realized then what I had got myself into. Like a simple little idiot, I had isolated myself with a freaky guy. And now, I was up shit's creek. It was easy to see that.
"Listen," I said. "I don't do such things. I think we have a misunderstanding. I'm pretty young."
"Don't shit me. Young! You fucking girls are all alike!"
"What do you mean? Listen, I don't even know your name.
"My name. Just call me Hell, fire and brimstone. Because that's what's gonna hit you if you don't do what I tell you."
"No, no. Now listen. I'm just fifteen. I haven't really started anything serious in sex. I am just fooling around."
"Yeah. Well, you fooled around once too much, cunt! Because you're going to suck my cock. You god-damned little cunts. You set it up so that we guys think something good is gonna happen, then you pull back. The old shit. Always that. Well, I don't let you get away with it. Fuckin' cunt."
And he grabbed my head and pushed me down toward his thing.
It was a frightening thing for me. I had never really been that close to one before. A man's cock. Oh, I have seen little boys on the beaches and stuff like that. And statues. But I never saw a big cock all enlarged and red and shaking like his.
It looked big as a huge snake, and it frightened me.
He held me by the neck, and pushed my face up against it.
"Kiss it," he ordered me.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but there was something so offbeat about the guy, so nutty, that I thought he could do something violent.
I remembered the crazy things he said about the people there. He was full of hate. Why had I been stupid enough to get involved with a creep like this?
He held my head right close to his cock, ordering me to kiss that thing of his. My instinct was to open my mouth and bring my teeth down on him, and bite the thing in two!
But, I supposed that would have brought about my instant death. He looked so capable of violence. It made me really shake.
Pushing me that close to him, gave me the scent of it, and it was the smell of sex. And I couldn't help staring at the monster in fascination. I had never been that close before to a real throbbing, huge cock.
And the strange thing is that I felt its fascination. I did feel an impulse to touch it with my hands.
But gently. To approach it gently. But he was not having anything like that.
"Kiss it or I'll rap you one, right now."
And he squeezed my neck, hard and hell, really hurting.
I kissed it.
It shocked me to do that. But I did it. He rubbed my face alongside it, up and down, and I felt the huge hunk of meat against my lips.
It was horrifying but exciting. I just didn't know what to be doing, and cursed my luck to be in this stupid scene. I mean, he was so crass, so violent, so fast.
He never even kissed me. He did nothing to arouse me. To turn me on sexually. Just presented his rotten genital and told me to kiss and suck it.
You can imagine the feelings that I had. Horror, fear, and a fierce craving to escape.
But he wasn't about to let that happen until I submitted to his rotten desires.
I kissed his cock.
Then he told me to open my mouth and take his cock in my mouth, for if I didn't, he just as soon strangle me there, and forget the whole thing.
I yielded to force.
I took his cock into my mouth.
And then he warned me not to rough it up, not to rub my teeth on it, not to hurt it in any way, or it would be my last memory.
"Just suck it nice and gentle, you goddam cunt! You kids think you can put us guys down and shit all over us, and we don't strike back. I'm gonna show you cunts what you're good for.
"You just good for cock-sucking. That's all. You good for getting pissed on and all that. Because you're not decent women. You're a pack of sick, freaky cocksuckers who take drugs and whore your bodies.
"Well, I'm gonna give you the chance to whore your body, all right. Back in my county, down in Carolina, we know what you sluts do. You fuck around with the black boys. Anything for a shot in the arm, hey, cunt? I could recognize your type. Though, I confess, you little bitch, at first I didn't know.
"I thought you were a clean kid, at first. I really did. Then when you said what you did, I recognized you as one of them."
All this time, he was holding my face against his cock, and with his other hand, he was moving his cock up and down along my lips.
"But what I did say? I didn't say anything."
"Little cunt. You don't remember. You said, and I quote, "Is this all you do. Stand around and throw crap on other people."
He forced my mouth open, and stuck his cock into it.
"Ah. That's right. Now you're getting the idea. Be gentle, or you'll get ripped up. You dig?"
And then, I had to go up and down on his mouth.
"Suck it, stupid, like a lollypop. Don't you know anything at all! You goddam little cunts just know how to insult guys, but you don't know how to give a guy a good time."
"Now, eat that cock. Just suck it, pull on it with your mouth."
And I did what he told me. I pulled on his cock with my mouth.
He took his balls out and put them in my other hand, while getting my hand around his cock, so that it would go into my mouth better.
I had never done a thing like that, and it was doing all sorts of crazy things to me. I mean, if we had had a good relationship, or if we had got close. Or if he had just stroked me, there might be something between us.
And I might have got excited about sucking his cock didn't know where my feelings were. It was just as if I were actually a whore. Only there was no money in it!
I sucked him, and almost gagged from doing it. Oh, I won't deny that it did give me some excitement, going up and down on it, and the strange thing is that I felt some excitement in my vagina.
But I felt violated. I felt the victim of force. I didn't know if this man was sane or not. Whether he would beat me. Or kill me. He just seemed like a monster who had come out of the south, and hated people like me.
And that he thought I was only fit for sucking his cock!
I felt full of resentment, and violence of my own. I wanted to pull his cock out by the root at moments, and then, at other moments, I wanted to suck it, to give him pleasure, so that he wouldn't hurt me.
And the more that I sucked it, the more interesting I found it.
My feelings came at me all mixed up. Like, I would tell myself, the only reason that I was doing this was to make sure that he did not do violence to me.
So, that gave me the excuse to give him a good blow-job, I think it is called. I held his balls, and squeezed them even, in the excitement.
He said, warningly, "Don't hurt me, or else."
I took my mouth off his cock. "Yes, but you're hurting me, and you don't care."
"That's because you're one of them. A lousy cunt who deserves to be beat!"
"I didn't do anything to you."
"You did plenty. You're one of them. Cunts. Who think guys are to be shit on. And you shit on me.
"I'm gonna piss on you," he added.
And, he then stood up, and held his cock over me, waiting for the hard to go down.
I stared at him in horror. Would he really do something like that. I was frozen.
"No. I changed my mind. First you suck it off. Then I'll piss on you!"
And then, he grabbed me, pulled at my shirt, tearing the buttons, and opening it, grabbed my tits and began to suck them, biting on the nipples.
I was paralyzed with fright, not know what he would do. Would he bite my nipples off, or what!
But he didn't bite them off, just sucked them with such violence that in spite of myself I got excited. I felt the excitement in my cunt. It was a swift, streaking feeling. I felt warmth toward him in spite of myself. I wanted to caress his head.
"Ohhh," I groaned.
"The fucking cunt likes it," he growled to himself. And he stopped.
"Get your pants down."
"No!"
He struck my face. A sharp slap!
It brought tears to my eyes.
"Don't give me the waterworks or I'll slap you around real good."
I whimpered and cried, and pulled my pants down.
He stared at my pussy.
"You got a real hotbox there."
Roughly, he stuck his fingers into me.
And I was wet!
It was horrible that he should discover that I was passionate. But that's what happened, doctor. In spite of all his horrible treatment of me, I found myself excited.
By his sucking my tit. By him forcing me to suck his cock. By him forcing me to take down my pants.
He was a savage, raping bastard, and still it made me feel passionate. Go figure out the girls, doctor!
"You're creaming, kid. See! You goddam kids love it. No matter what, you love it!"
And he dug his hand into my cunt, rubbed it roughly, and the worse he mistreated me, the more it thrilled me. I just couldn't figure out what had happened to me. I had a bit of horror, or pain, or fear, and terror, yet with it all, a sex excitement!
I almost waited for him to do some violation on my pussy.
And, don't you suppose he did.
He grabbed me roughly, spread my thighs, and started to push his cock into my cunt, roughly, not caring if I was a virgin or anything.
I was a virgin, but thank god I didn't have a hymen or I would have bled like a ripped pig.
So then he stuck his cock in and out of me, not caring what happened to me, just shoving it in and out and the crazy thing is that it was reaching me. It was making me feel sexy, it was turning me on! I hated it, doctor, but I couldn't help myself.
But, he obviously, didn't care what my feelings were, for he wanted only to relieve himself, to get his rocks off, to knock me out. He really didn't give a fuck.
And over and over, he would mutter to himself, "You goddamn cunts. You damned cunts. Deserve everything you get! Always putting guys down." Then, in spite of all his roughness and violence, I found myself starting to have an orgasm! It was terrible to think that that ugly guy who was treating me like an animal, actually was giving me such thrills!
What was I to do. I didn't want him to know that he was doing it.
He would stop instantly and start beating me, I'm sure. So, I clenched my teeth and the only thing that escaped from me was the hard breathing, which didn't really let him know how stimulated I was. And, meanwhile, he used me as an animal, stuffing his cock in and out of me, like an animal. And then, just before he was about to come, he pulled it out, and yelled at me to open my mouth, quick!
When I hesitated, he brought up his hand to strike me forcing me to open up.
And then, just before he came, he shoved his cock into my mouth, so that all this juice hit my mouth and lips.
"Lick it, lick it all," he growled at me, like some animal that would not take any 'no'.
I was forced to do that, and he watched me, his eyes gleaming, finding it exciting for me to do that.
Then, he took his cock out of my mouth and pissed on my cunt! I couldn't believe it. But there it was. His stream flowed out over my cunt and belly, and my legs. He just didn't seem to care where it went.
But his eyes glowed like a crazy guy, and the last thing I wanted to do was to block his desires, for I surely thought he would do something terrible to me.
When he got through that, he made me then lick his cock with my tongue.
"That's right, cunt. Now you know where you belong, and what you are supposed to do. You just take what I tell you, you won't get hurt.
"And use our tongue with some skill, just don't let it lay around, lick, suck, lick and suck! Clean my cock off real good. Don't leave a bit of cream or juice or piss on it. I want a clean licking job!"
And I found myself holding his cock, even as it got soft, and licking it all around, the cream and the wetness, and found it to be interesting, at the same time that I thought it horrible.
Can you really feel such double feelings, so paradoxical, I wonder?
He then took out a cigarette, went out for a smoke, and warned me not to try anything funny, but just wait for him, because he might want to have some more fun with me.
And that, even though I was a stupid, insulting cunt, he knew how to take care of girls like that.
My job is to teach them lessons, he mumbled.
So, he went off to smoke, and walk around, and meanwhile, I lay there in a daze, absolutely unnerved by the experience. I was still frightened to death. I didn't know whether he might do me some violence or not. I decided not to resist him, for that seemed to keep him calm. For when I did resist him, he start to get rough and threatening, and would clobber me.
When he came back, later, he then made me go through the whole sucking job, to get his limp cock swinging again.
Which I did. I gave him as super a sucking job as I could, hoping to please him, so that he wouldn't feel rotten about me.
And then, he made me turn over, and started to try and fuck me in the ass!
That was a horrible experience. I had no idea that he would try to put his huge massive organ into my tight little ass. But he seemed to want to do that, probably, just because it gave pain.
I realized now, that what he wanted to do was give me pain, and that everything that frightened me, he wanted to do. He wanted to humiliate me, to hurt me, to injure me, if need be.
And it was agony, the way he got his cock into my ass, while I squealed and begged and twisted. But it seemed to delight him, for he kept on pushing his huge thing into my tiny ass.
It was horrifying, doctor, but it had all the strange underlying pleasures that I mentioned before. That, in his effort to mistreat me, he still seemed to awake some weird pleasurable feelings from the bottom of my mind.
I just seemed to respond to it in a strange, bizarre way, as if there was this concentrated pleasure in the bottom of the pain.
When he finally got it far into my ass, he fucked like a fury, like a beast that couldn't be stopped, and in spite of all my whining and crying and pain, there was the pleasure, too.
So, that when finally, he took off, he took me off with him, although, naturally, I never let him know that. For the last thing he seemed to want, as I have told you, doctor, was to give any pleasure to me.
He lay on my body for quite a time, after that, thinking what to do.
Then, when he pulled his cock out, he did what he had done before. He urinated on me!
On my pussy and my ass and my thighs. I felt the warm stream, and strangely, this time, I found it pleasant. Somehow, he didn't seem able to hurt me anymore. I just seemed able to twist all his ugly actions into acts of pleasure.
Still, I was terrified of what he might do finally.
And, thank heaven, what he did was drive me back to the city, into the neighborhood.
"Don't you tell the cops," he said, "or 111 track you down and make you pay! And what I did today will only be the beginning. I know who you are and where to find you, if I want you. So stay cool!"
That's where it's at, doctor.
The problem is where do I go from here? I am frightened that he might grab me again one dark night. And, there is part of me that almost hopes it will happen!
What does it mean, doctor? Help me.
CONCLUSION
This girl, Elsa, had the bad luck to make sex contact with an obviously twisted, sadistic man who had a vicious attitude about women. He pictured them as the incarnation of evil and sin, and felt injured by them. So, in turn, he wanted to hurt and retaliate, by abusing them. He is a sick man, and may ultimately fall into the hands of the law. Meanwhile, this young girl has been badly damaged by her vicious introduction to sex. The paradox is that while she endured mistreatment, she also, experienced the underlying pleasure of sex. And, in her mind, there is the confusion of pain and pleasure at present. She must, therefore be treated in therapy in a way that separates in her mind, the pain and the pleasure.
If not, I am afraid she will be forced to continue to look for vicious, women-hating men to fuck. If this continues I foresee her future as another willing victim, falling prey to the sadists of our society.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Anita AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
She was a lovely girl, a brunette, very voluptuous and the sort of girl a man would stare at no matter where he saw her.
I felt instantly that her arrogance, could, somehow, get her in trouble, especially with men, who are put down lots by women in our society, and a young woman who is moving in the party circuit, as this one, would, of course, run into a violent experience with a man, sooner or later, who couldn't absorb her castrating attitude.
I had gone to a party at Mona's, a friend of mine in the advertising field. I work as a secretary there, in an ad agency, and she was having a couple of guys from our shop and she hoped some other interesting men.
The party was rather disappointing, because I had been trying to nail down Stewart, one of our account execs, who made a lot of bread in the agency. But, for some reason, I couldn't get him focused on me. There was another man there, however, who seemed quite interested in me, and often would come over, with his drink, and try for some fast dialog.
He had been drinking heavily even before he got there, and it was hard to really get a line on what kind of a guy he was. I didn't even know who brought him, for he didn't belong to our agency crowd.
Well, instead of circulating around, he fixed on me, for reasons that I can't understand, and I just wanted him to get lost.
He interfered with my concentration, especially on Stewart, who really interested me.
His line was really strange. When he came over, he said, "Haven't we met before, up in Boston?"
"I've never been to Boston."
He tried to smile, but it came out wrong. "My name is George."
"Anita."
"Listen. Anita, you are really a great looking chick. I'd like to see more of you. Do you think that's possible?"
"Everything is possible. But somehow I don't think that is."
He laughed. "Well, you're not gentle."
"I don't believe in wasting time."
"Are you telling me that I waste your time?" He seemed surprised. "After all, you don't know me."
"I'm sorry. But I don't think I'm your type."
"What type are you looking for, I'm curious."
I glanced over at Stewart, who is a sharp, beautifully dressed man, the incarnation of what I feel a man should look like.
His eyes followed mine. "Oh, is that your type. But isn't that sort of like a cliche. The Brooks type. It's a bit dead, over the hill."
"Not over my hill," I said. "And because I didn't like his criticizing my taste. "Perhaps, George, your type is more over the hill, than his."
That hit him where it hurt, I could tell from his eyes.
"You're a bit cruel, Anita. Aren't you?"
"I'm honest," I shrugged.
He smiled. And it wasn't a nice smile. "A lot of women put out a lot of shit, and call it honesty."
"I guess you're an authority."
I was very irritated at him, mostly because he sort of blocked me off from my desire to get to Stewart, or to other men. He was monopolizing me, and I didn't like it."
"Look, George, just between us, you're not my type. I don't dig guys like you. I'm sorry. But I have other fish to fry. So, excuse me."
And I just whipped away from him, left him with crap on his face.
He didn't like it, of course, but I couldn't be bothered.
Now, here's the odd part, doctor. I felt that I had behaved crummy to him, but just put it out of my mind. We can't always stay totally responsive to people who don't please us.
And, yet, at the end of the evening, a very frustrating one for me, because I couldn't get a tumble from Stewart, but only from people who didn't interest me, I got a ride from George.
Mona had fixed it up, because she naturally assumed that I wanted a ride home, and George had volunteered to drop both me and another office worker, who lived several miles before my place.
I wasn't all that crazy about taking a ride from George, especially after the way I treated him, but if he took it, why should I care. Some men, I figured, wanted to get their chops busted, and he seemed to be the type.
Was I ever wrong!
He dropped my friend, and we drove out to my place, which is after all about 20 miles out of the city.
He was very polite and gentle, and I felt a bit guilty about pushing him around at the party, so that, when we got to my house, and he asked if he could just use the bathroom, I couldn't deny him.
I had no desire to invite him up, of course, but how could you refuse a request like that, after he drove all that distance.
It was quite a mistake.
After he used the bathroom, he came out, and I said, "Well, George, good night. And thanks for the lift."
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink for the road?"
"Not really. I really have to get in bed. I've got a hard day tomorrow."
He stared at me, then, without a word, invited himself over to my scotch, and poured a drink for himself.
"You might have a hard time tonight, too. Think of that."
"What do you mean. I wish, George, that you wouldn't be so free with my liquor. I'd like you to go."
"You'd like a lot of things. And I'd like a lot of things, too. Except, that I'm going to get what I like and you are not. '
"I hope you're not going to be unpleasant. Will you leave?"
"What'll you do if I don't?" I was stunned. I had never run into anyone like him. He was positively brutal, and came on strong. I realize that I didn't know a thing about him. And that he had got into my place at this late hour of night. And that he might be very unpleasant.
I had to get him out.
"Will you, or should I call the cops?"
He gave me a very unpleasant smile. "You are one castrating cunt, aren't you?"
"I am what I am. Now will you leave?" He walked over to me and slapped my face, hard!
The blood rushed to my face. I was staggered. What kind of a low-down brute would hit a woman.
"Why you rotten animal!" I tried to hit him, but he was too strong and caught my hands, and slapped me again.
His eyes were full of hate, and he was gritting his teeth.
"You castrating cunt! I'm gonna teach you something."
And he grabbed a handkerchief, stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me, so that I wouldn't scream. And he took off his belt, and tied it around my hands behind me.
Then he carried me over to the couch, lifted my dress, pulled down my panties, and stared at my pussy.
I was frightened out of my wits.
Then, he said. "You think you can shit on me and get away with it. Well, you can't, you little slut. I'm gonna teach you how to be polite to men."
He turned me over, so my naked ass was exposed and he whacked me hard, three times on my cheeks.
If I hadn't been gagged, I would have shrieked, it was so painful.
"That's to give you a taste of what's just ahead, if you don't do what I tell you."
Then he took out his cock, and it was a staggering thing, one of the biggest that I ever could imagine.
He shoved it to my face. "Now, you take a taste of this! And be gentle or I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
He pushed it against my cheek first, on both sides, so that I could feel the scorching heat of that monster.
Then he said, "I'm taking this thing out of your mouth. You know what will happen if you yell. It will be the last thing you hear."
Then he took out the gag, and in its place, he shoved his cock into my mouth.
It was a shock, a jolt, and terrifying experience. That huge, red-headed thick hunk of flesh, with its sexy scent, was thrust into my throat, deep as possible.
I almost gagged at the animal size and smell of it, but it was so sensual, so disturbing.
Especially, when he told me to "Suck it. And suck it gently. But with enthusiasm. I want you to really rip off my cock. I want a real blow-job. And if I don't like what you're doing, I'm going to tan your hide."
I remembered the whacks that he had given my ass, and they stung still. I wanted none of that.
So I began to suck him. My head was full of crazy ideas, of biting him in two. Of running for safety.
But I felt helpless. My hands were bound.
And he had my pussy out, exposed too.
While I sucked him, he stuck his hands into my pussy two fingers and roughed me up. He was almost violent in the way his rubbed my cunt, and clit. And even though it was rough, it also seemed to be very exciting!
INTERVIEW TWO
I found myself sucking him, and getting my clit massaged, which was crazy, but it was frightening and fascinating at the same time.
Then, he took his hand from my pussy, and instead, began to probe my ass, and he stuck his hand up my ass, and warned me not to stop sucking his cock.
Then, he took his balls out of his pants, and told me to lick them, too.
"Please," I said. He lifted his hand in anger. "C'mon, you slut. Lick 'em!"
I obediently licked his balls. And I could feel his finger massaging my asshole, really hurting me, of course. He seemed to be rough, he had no concern or interest in pleasing me, just in doing something to debase me.
Because, just then, he stopped me licking his balls, and made me undress, to be completely nude. He kept the belt on my hands, making me totally helpless.
Then, he forced me to lie down again.
And he stared at me, with his strange grey eyes, and began to urinate on my body.
I was too stunned to move. All I could do was watch him let the flow of his urine go over me, over my belly, and my pussy, and my thighs.
I wanted to shriek, but didn't dare to.
Instead, I found it fascinating, the feel of the yellow urine, as it went over my body.
Then, when he finished, he told me to open my mouth and he stuck his cock back in me, and told me to suck it and bring it hard again.
I did that. I was frightened out of my wits.
I knew he had to be a psycho to behave like this. And I didn't want to get myself butchered, just because of the sex thing.
Surely, after I made him come, his passion would go down, and then he would make a beeline for it.
So I began to suck his cock, and I tried to do a good job, trying to please him, the reason being that, if he was a nut, then the less I frustrated him, the better my chances of escaping this experience unhurt.
He started to shove his cock hard into my mouth, and fuck my throat, with one violent shove after another, totally unconcerned about its effect on me. He was treating me like a thing.
What had he picked on me, I wondered?
But it was impossible to think of anything, because of the way he rammed his cock into my mouth, holding my head firmly, so that it would move.
He jammed so hard, that, shortly he hit the high, and he let out a long yelp, and told me to suck down every drop of cream that came out of his cock.
And it did that. It swelled up filling my mouth, and the cream flooded in there, and I made a desperate effort to swallow it all, for it came in great gushes.
He then took his cock out, told me to wash myself off, my pussy and body, and warned me that if I tried anything he would beat me within an inch of my life.
He was a hellish guy, and a whacko.
Why did he pick on me? What had I done to him?
He had gone to the refrig and there took out some cold chicken and was eating it by the time I got back from cleaning myself off.
I thought of a dozen ways of trying for. help, and each one seemed very hopeless.
I was stuck with a sadistic brute who would beat me until I pleased him.
He finished off the chicken, didn't say anything, like thank you. A crude bastard.
"I'm going to bind you again, unless you give me your word that you won't try anything funny."
"No. I won't."
I figured that he might be softer, now that he had had his orgasm. But I didn't know that he could turn on so fast again.
He examined me, then said, "I suppose you think I'm a rotten bastard? Sure I am, but you're a rotten cunt. And you deserve someone like me."
He walked around the room, his cock and balls showing outside his pants, into a semi-hard. I couldn't get my eyes off it.
"It's because you're such a castrating cunt, that you bring out this stuff in me. You really want to turn on all the meanness in a guy. You don't know it, Anita, but you do."
"I think you're wrong. I haven't done anything to you."
"You beat my ego to a pulp! You shit all over me. You have no compassion. You're a hard, selfish cunt. And I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
"Oh no! Not that! Please."
He just smiled. "I want you to eat me, first. Get to it!"
And he again shoved his cock in my face. It was just brutal!"
I let him get into my mouth and began to suck him, and to my horror, realized that I was enjoying it!
Then, he went down and started to suck on my breasts, violently. He then ate my pussy. Stuck his tongue into my cunt and started to lick my clit. It was fabulous! I had no idea that it would turn me on. But he didn't want to turn me on. He did his own thing!"
Then he turned me over.
He wanted to fuck my ass!
It was the most sadistic thing he could think of, putting his cock into my ass!
Because I have a tiny ass, and he had this stupendous size tool.
He was absolutely rotten. He had no compassion.
He got his cock up against my butt. And he started to twist and turn and snake it in. He held me tightly, so that I could do nothing but wait for the immolation.
And it was that, doctor. A huge hunk of meat shoved into my tiny ass.
The agony was unendurable.
But it really turned him on, for he fucked like a wild man!
CONCLUSION
This woman needed a lot of therapy to get over the trauma of her brutalization and humiliation.
The incipient arrogance she displayed was merely a defense to ward off further approaches from men.
I am happy to say that she is doing well.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Mary F Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The girl was pretty and surprisingly well-developed for a girl her age. Her breasts big, so that one could guess that her sexual development had come on her in a rush. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and an appealing way about her, that seemed to make her vulnerable to others.
Well, doctor, I don't know how to begin this story. But it began I guess the night I was home alone, and mother had phoned that she would be late, for she would eat out with some office friends, and perhaps end up in a show.
She told me that she had phoned the grocer to deliver some food, to expect that. Other than that, to let nobody into the house.
Well, I'm nothing if not obedient to my mother who works hard to support me. My father had disappeared long ago, and there were only the two of us.
I was watching TV when the bell rang, and when I asked who it was, the guy said, "Groceries."
So I opened the door to let the man in. He was surprising old for a delivery guy, at least 20, but he had strong, powerful arms, and a hard, dark face.
I told him to follow me to the kitchen where he would put the groceries, for they were too heavy to take them from him.
He followed me, but slowly, and I thought with sudden embarrassment that, actually, I was wearing a thin slip, very short, and very tight. I had been relaxing for watching TV, and forgot the slip when I opened the door.
It occurred to me too late, that I had let a man in the house, while I was wearing a very revealing slip, with most of my boobs showing, and it following the shapely line of my figure.
It worried me that I had let a man into the house, and I wanted quickly to get him out.
But he asked if he might have a glass of water, for he was all sweated from the work. I said sure, he could.
He smiled at me, like to calm my nervousness at having a man in the house, while I was dressed so daringly. But he drank the water slowly, stopping to talk.
"You've got a nice place here, Miss."
He was polite. So I said, "It's not bad." Mother had worked hard to decorate it nicely, and she took pride in it.
His eyes then traveled over my body, and I could tell it really jolted him, for his lips pressed together, and his eyes glittered, a funny expression.
I felt more nervous than ever, and really wanted him to get going, but he seemed quite eager to relax and talk.
"You look good in this setting, too." He said.
"I don't think I've seen you before. Have you delivered to us?"
"No. This is my first day. I don't care for it much. I just did it for some cash. I need some cash. I hate this town. I gotta get out of town."
"You don't like New York? I thought everyone did."
"It's a sick city. Everywhere you go, there's sex. You can't walk the streets, but someone is shoving a dirty picture at you, inviting you to a massage parlor."
"Well. That's most big cities, nowadays," I said.
"No. That's not true. Some cities are real fleshpots. Like New York. Everything goes on here. The dirtiest things. It sort of makes you sick. The way the women, for example, show themselves. Show their bodies. Making guys get uptight and sexy. And before you know it,' something bad happens. Then the guys get blamed."
And he stared at my clothing.
"Well, I wasn't expecting you," I said.
I felt odd, standing there in my slip, for my nipples were pushing against the thin top, and I knew that I looked sexy and curvy in that slip.
I wondered if it was heating him up. And though I found that a bit exciting, still I was a bit frightened. "Like you," he said. "Look at you. You come to the door dressed like that. You're half naked. And I come in, just to deliver groceries. What do you suppose goes through my mind?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I look at you, and I tell myself. This kid wants it. And she must want it bad. Because she would never come to the door dressed like that. You must know that any guy seeing you like this, would think this cunt want to get laid, and fast."
I stared at him in shock. I wasn't used to hearing words like that, certainly not like this. I then couldn't help notice that his jeans looked all peculiar. Until I realized that he had a huge erection!
That, too, stunned me. I wondered how all that could happen in the short space of time. That he would use such dirty language so easily with me, and then get sexually excited.
"Look," I said, "You better go now. You've had your drink."
He stared at me, and the look in his eyes was now dangerous. Then he smiled.
"No. I can't go that easily, kid. You see, you have done some strange things to me, and now you expect me to walk off, all excited. No. We're going to have to follow through. You turned me on. Now you will be responsible for turning me off."
"I did nothing. I just let you in to deliver groceries."
"Why are you standing in front of me with your body practically naked, then?"
I turned to go, but he grabbed me from behind, put his hand over my mouth.
"Listen, little girl, if you make any noise, it will be the last sound you hear!" Then he took some of the rope that had been tied around the groceries and bound my hands. He was terribly strong, and there seemed to be no point in even trying to resist him.
He then warned me about making a sound again. And I could tell that he meant it. He would probably do something frightful if I crossed him. I could tell he was almost a psycho, from the tremendous way that he got all worked up about sex. He just was not normal.
He then went to the door, locked it, put the chain up.
"Is anyone expected?" he asked.
"Yes, of course. My mother."
He studied me, and knew that I was bluffing.
Then he said, "Well, we'll take our chances, kid. By the time she gets here, we may have had our fun time."
Then he pulled his pants off, and it was frightening to see the size of his cock. A huge, throbbing monster of a cock, enormous, and evil-looking to me.
I have led a very sheltered life, in a way of speaking. Never had any sex with a boy. Just a bit of petting, of course, but never below the belt petting. I was a virgin. The experience of seeing a man's cock was appalling to me, just because I was unprepared for it.
"How do you like it?" He grinned, proud of the size of his thing.
"Please," I begged him, " Let me go. I never did anything like this before. I'm a virgin. Please. If you go now, I'll never mention anything about it."
"What's your name, kid?"
"Mary."
"Well, call me Smitty. It's not my name, but it'll do."
And then he pulled at my slip, so it came off, and there I was naked in front of it. All naked, without even a pair of panties on me!
I went all red, for he was staring at me.
"Oh, honey, you really got a juicy little body. We're going to have a great time."
"No, no. I'm a virgin."
Suddenly, he slapped my face. A sharp, unexpected blow. "I don't care if you're the Virgin Mary herself! Do you understand. We're going to have a party. And if you fight me, you'll catch hell. Do you hear!"
He then took off his shirt, showing tattoos on his arms. God knows where a guy like this came from. From what hole. Anyone who'd hit a kid of fifteen. I felt sure he was a mental case. And that I had to be careful with him, or he'd really hurt me.
He was very sharp, and kept watching me for my responses.
For he said, "There, now you're behaving better."
He moved forward then, picked me up and took me to the bed, lay me down on it, and began to suck my tits. Just like that.
He got his hot mouth over my nipples and sucked on them hard, biting on them while he sucked.
Then, while he sucked and bit on my nipples, so that they hurt, he got his finger into my cunt, and started to rub me, up and down.
"You're dry as a fucking bone," he growled.
Of course! I was frightened, and shocked by what was happening to me.
But he kept sucking on my tits, and pulling on them, and digging his hand into my cunt.
Then, it seemed hard to believe, but it began to excite me, in spite of myself. The sucking and the probing in my cunt seemed to be hitting some pleasure nerves, and it made me feel sexy and excited.
I tried to turn off the feelings, but it didn't work.
He had been watching me, and then, suddenly, he got on his knees, and stuck his cock in my face.
"Okay, cunt-suck this thing!"
He held the huge monster right up to my mouth with one hand, while with the other, he threatened to hit me.
I panicked. I had never done such a thing.
The idea frightened me. I could see that huge thing of flesh, all swollen, with the blood rushing through the veins, the head red with its little hole. It was the first time that I ever saw such a thing close up. It fascinated me. At the same time it terrified me.
He wanted me to suck it, too!
I wished that I was dead!
He saw that I was frozen with fear, and that infuriated him. He slapped my face again.
"You lousy little cunt! You are responsible for getting me all worked up. Now, you think you're going to get away with it!
"You're going to suck this cock, or you won't survive this. You dig?"
I had almost made a decision to die, rather than suck his thing. But he pushed his cock up against my lips, then, and rubbed it up and down against my lips.
And in the midst of all my terror, and fear, and disgust, there was a thrill of pleasure!
INTERVIEW TWO
When Mary came back for the second interview, I couldn't help notice that the big feature about her was her virginal quality. As if she had an aura of innocence, that surrounded her rather sensual young body. She seemed, in short, to have a saint's aura about a sinner's body. It could be why the man who assaulted her found her so provocative. Of course, there were other reasons deep in his psyche why he would attack a fifteen year old. She seemed eager to tell the rest of her story, as if it were some poison that she had to get out of her system by telling it in words.
"It seemed impossible that this disgusting man who came out of nowhere, with his tattoos, who I didn't know existed only a half hour ago, was now shoving his cock at my lips, trying to force me to open my mouth, to suck him.
And because I resisted, he lit a cigarette, and dropped the hot ashes on my body. He squeezed my nipples until I was ready to scream.
He told me that if I didn't suck his cock, he would put the cigarette out on my body. Then he took his balls, and bounced them all over my face, my eyes, my nose, my tightly closed mouth.
He took more rope, tied me to the bed, my feet at each end of the bedposts, so that I was spreadeagled.
Then he went to the dining room, looking for our liquor. He found the bourbon and started to drink it.
"You goddam little cunts don't know what you do to us guys. You show your bodies. And then you blame us for wanting to fuck you!"
He poured some liquor on my body, on my tits and my cunt.
Then he went down and started to lick it off. I like the taste of booze on a girl's cunt," he said.
His licking on my cunt had a very erotic effect on me, doctor. I have to confess it. I had never had such feelings before. The touch of his hot tongue in my hot pussy did some weird things. I began to get excited. I started to breathe fast. I had no idea that such cunt licking could get myself turned on.
It was terrible to feel like that, because it made me feel more excited about him. About his cock. I began to get interested now in his cock! The more that he got his tongue into me, the more excited I became. I forgot who he was. I just felt a clever tongue working in my pussy, and around the clit, where I had sometimes touched to give myself pleasure.
He knew how to turn a girl on, I hated to admit.
And he could tell that I was turning on, for I began to moan and groan. And twist my body.
He grabbed my buttocks, then stuck his finger up my ass, while he was licking my ass.
And the funny thing was that it excited me, too. I had no idea there were nerves of pleasure in your ass. But he tickled them, and tickled my cunt with his tongue, and I felt myself getting tremendously excited.
I was on the edge of an orgasm, I could tell. But instead of letting me get it, he stopped. He left me up there.
I was horrified. I had really got so carried away, that I was enjoying the thrill, although this was a sort of rape!
Then, he went back to the other thing.
He shoved his big thick throbbing cock in front of my face.
"Suck it, you bitch!"
Even if I wanted, I couldn't stop myself. My mouth opened, and he put his cock in it. But not roughly. Not yet.
"Now, let your tongue go over it, and under it. Especially, underneath. Then, after that, suck on the head of it. Pull on it, suck it like it's a popsicle. You understand!"
I did what he told me. I was now hypnotized. Why I was doing it was beyond my ability to understand. Perhaps because he had turned on all my senses. Perhaps I had given up the fight. I knew that my body was pushing me into things that I never dreamed possible before.
"Suck it, cunt. Suck it hard now."
And I sucked it hard. You'd think it was a matter of joy, the way I was doing it. But I wanted to do it, now! That was the crazy part of it.
I wanted to do it just because I wanted him to go back to licking my pussy again. To give me that excruciating pleasure. To turn me back on!
I was thrilled by his tongue. Now, I found that sucking his cock was I turning me on, too. Why? I could not figure it out. But the huge meat in my mouth, the feel of it, the taste of it. The tremendous excitement of it. I felt that it belonged there, in my mouth!
I was sucking off a stranger who had barged into my mouth, and ripped my clothing, tied me up, and was now fucking me in the mouth. And I was doing it because I wanted to do it!
It was crazy!
But that was the truth of it! If he had tried to take his cock out of my mouth, I would have fought against it. I just had to have it there, and to keep on sucking.
I glanced up at his face, for he was watching me suck.
He eyes were glittering, and he looked evil and turned on.
"You like to suck it, don't you, you little cunt! I told you would! The little virgin is eating cock like she's having a feast!"
"You're a bastard," I said.
"You're a bitch! Now suck!"
"No." I closed my lips.
He raised his hand and slapped my face, leaving a burn! He was one ugly brute.
I opened my mouth, and he shoved his cock in again.
There were tears in my eyes, and his cock in my mouth, doctor!
If I didn't do what he wanted, he would hurt me. He made that clear!
Now, just because he felt mean about me, he grabbed my head, and started to fuck me in the mouth, real hard.
He shoved his cock in and out, holding my head in a certain position, so that I suppose, he made me into a cunt. It was rough and hurt my mouth and tongue, and I had to adapt to his movements, or I would have gagged several times.
Finally, he leaned forward, and told me that he was about to fire his cream into my mouth, and that if I knew what was good for me, I would not try and tear away from his cock when it went off!
And that is what happened.
His cock swelled to a giant size, and then off it went.
Gallons of cream into my mouth! I almost gagged with it, but dared not take my mouth away from his cock while it kept spurting.
What a dog he was, to do that to me! But I was helpless, and when he told me to try and swallow it!
I tried that, and gagged.
I let most of it go onto the bed, on the sheets.
He then stood up, stared at me, and went out to the more booze.
I lay on the bed, still tied up, my heart beating up a storm, wondering what would happen now.
I hoped that now, since he had come off, that he would go away.
I was frightened, too, that he might do something terrible, too, to hide the rape. Some guys did terrible things afterward. I wondered if he was like that.
You know, the movies tell you all these terrible stories of killer rape guys. Would he be like that?
I was frightened to death.
But, somehow, there was a thing about him that made me feel he would not be violent in such a way. He could be sexually violent, but I didn't think he would snuff me, as they told it in the newspapers.
I then made the decision to try and avoid righting him, just not to get his mad up. For then it would be safer.
I wondered if he was now through. Whether he would leave me alone, or come back for more. He was out in the kitchen, eating and drinking.
And maybe thinking about what he wanted from me.
It didn't take all that long to find out, for in about ten minutes, he came back in.
He had eaten and done some guzzling, and he seemed ready for more games.
"Did you say you were a virgin?"
"Yes." I was hopeful that he might be respectful of that.
"Would you like to stay a virgin, is that it?"
"Yes. Please. Smitty." I used his name, just to give a friendly feeling, because I felt that he might be friendly.
He stared at my body. I could tell it still turned him on, for his eyes glittered with excitement. He really had a lust for my body.
"Well. Let me see. You want to stay a virgin. In case you get married. Is that your idea?"
"Yes! In my religion, it's very important to be a virgin at the time you get married."
I couldn't believe he would respect that. He raped my mouth. Why would he stop when it came to raping my cunt? But something about him was tricky.
Because he gave me this weird grin. "Okay, kid. I'll let you keep your cherry. But I'll have to fuck you in the ass. In that way, you keep your cherry, and I get a good fuck. Okay?"
It seemed hard to believe that he was asking for my okay. He really preferred to do it that way. He was a sadistic bastard, and probably wanted to screw me in the ass, because I would suffer more!
That was his game. But, unfortunately, I didn't figure it out until later.
I felt grateful that he was willing to let me keep my cheery, so I told him, it was 'okay.' And that I was grateful for his consideration.
Can you imagine it! Here was this rotten rapist in my apartment, making me express my gratitude for fucking me in the ass!
I had no idea what it meant to get a thick, swollen over-sized cock in the ass at that time.
But, I was shortly to find out.
"We'll have to use some grease," he said.
He knew the size of my ass. It was a narrow canal, and he had put his finger up my tail before, while licking my pussy.
So, he knew that to get a cock, so massively sized as his, into my ass, would split me apart, unless there would be some grease, vaseline, to help.
He got some vaseline out of the medicine chest, shoved some up my ass, then he got in front of me.
His cock was in a semi-hard state, not up like before. I had apparently clobbered it a bit with my sucking.
I thought I was all through with that. But he said, "You have to suck me a bit, to bring me up hard. Then I'll go into your ass. You can't get a soft cock into an asshole!"
I was frightened to death of it!
Of getting a cock in my ass, but still, something about it seemed to fascinate me. A new adventure, perhaps. I found myself very involved in the whole sex thing. I realized that, until now, I had been retarded sexually. But I was getting a total education in one fast hour and a half.
He shoved his cock to my mouth, and because I had done it before, it just seemed like the natural thing to start sucking the head of it, again, and getting the thrill of feeling it rise up, harden.
He took it out, showed it to me, and grinned.
"You're becoming a great cocksucker, Mary." His voice was snide and crafty. Like he knew he had seduced me practically into liking to suck cock!
Then he untied my legs from the bedposts, made me turn over, and slid his thick cock between my buttocks.
He got his linger in my asshole first, with the grease again.
Then got his cock to the outside of the hole, and pushed at it, gently, at first.
"Wiggle your ass so that it gets around it right!" he ordered me.
I wiggled. But still I felt terrible fear. The huge monster of a cock to get into my skinny hole! It seemed impossible.
He got inside, and it hurt like the devil. He pushed it in further, and the hurt was horrible.
I was all for screaming, but he warned me.
I was breathing up a storm as he eased his cock into me, almost an inch at a time. He had got in all right, but I began to wish that he had fucked my cunt, which at least was designed to take a cock.
But this was the most intolerable sort of pain.
Then, without any warning, he thrust his cock all the way, so that it went in, with his balls hitting against the cheeks of my ass!
I almost jumped five feet!
"You're killing me!"
"Shut up, you little cunt, or I'll bash you!"
"Oh, I can't take it. It's killing me."
"I don't give a shit what it does to you. Just keep your trap shut, or you won't see daylight!"
I shut my eyes, and tried to relax, while this monster thing started to move in and out of me! An unbelievable experience! It was the most unendurable pain, while at the same time, a strange, twisted pleasure.
Because there are nerves of pleasure in your ass, as I discovered!
I suppose the tightness got him off. For he just went back and forth a few times, and cursed loudly, because he just blasted, pouring the cream into my tail! A blistering load of cream!
I screamed, but kept it low, when it happened. For it was both painful and exciting, both agony and ecstasy!
I hated him, but couldn't help admit that he had given me an incredible thrill!
Then he let it get soft in me, while I lay on my belly wondering what the bastard would do next to me. There was no way of knowing, he was such a unpredictable creep.
He then pulled his cock out, for it had been getting smaller in my tail, and I knew he was through.
But not completely through, for he got off at the side of the bed, then looked at me. "You goddam cunts are all the same!" And then he started to piss on me! I was hypnotized. He pissed on my face and my body and my ass, going back and forth.
I couldn't believe it was happening, and just stayed rooted to the bed.
When he finished, he said. "Listen, kid. You're lucky to get out of this safe! But if I were you, I would keep my mouth shut about it.
"Because you won't hurt anyone but yourself. I won't be around. So you won't get hold of me. I'm dumping this store and going West. But nobody needs to know you got this working over! If they don't know, you won't feel bad about it. It's only when others know that you get in trouble. Now. I'm going to leave you."
He washed himself off, put on his clothes, and came out to me again. He studied me closely.
"I haven't made up my mind yet whether to let you off the hook."
"I won't tell anyone, Smitty." My voice was steady and calm. Naturally, I couldn't let anyone know of this horrible experience!
And he believed me.
"Just play it cool, Mary. Like you got introduced to sex. A little early. You dig?"
And he was gone. Like that.
When I heard him go out the door, I rushed to it, and locked it. And then sank to the floor, when the experience really hit me.
I thanked my lucky stars that he had not tried to wipe out his crime. Because, I'm sure he was thinking about it when washing up. He figured that I would rush to the phone, call the cops, and panic. Because I played it cool, he let me off the hook.
But the trouble is, doctor, that I'm scared out of my wits. Every time the bell rings, I think it's him at the door. Ready to do another terrible thing to me.
I just don't know how to handle this experience. It's crept into my dream life. I see him there. I feel weird sensations about sex. I both want it and I'm frightened to death of it. What is ahead, doctor? Will I always suffer from this experience!
CONCLUSION
This poor girl, Mary, has gone through a traumatic experience that left her psychologically shook. Because of her limited sex experience, the rape did much more damage than it might have, if she had more sophistication in sex matters. But she seemed less advanced than her contemporaries, who often, at her age, have already have specific sex experience, intercourse.
The trauma to this girl, therefore, had to be sharper and more devastating.
The problem with her now, is to block her fear that every time she has a sex experience, it will turn into a nightmare. She will have to disassociate sex from fear. That's where it's at just now.
She will have to learn to be more aware that there are psychos wandering around, easily ignited if they see a woman who has dressed in a very provocative style.
Many of these men have little control, and they feel impelled to follow their desires wherever it might lead. This man who raped Mary had actually done a highly dangerous thing, for he could easily have been interrupted.
But they are sick, and because of that, the' women who make contact with them, are badly damaged. They need long therapy to get them straight.
It will take quite a time to give Mary back a peace of mind, and to wipe out the terror of her experience.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Helen Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The girl was a lovely dark-eyed girl, with black hair, and lovely white skin. She seemed very agitated, as if the experience that she had undergone only yesterday, was still working on her mind. She was so upset, it took quite a time for me to get her to cool it, and give me the story straight. A tranquillizer helped her a lot, so that when she gave me the story, it added up to this.
I had stayed late at school for the play that we were rehearsing, so that by the time I was starting for home, it had just got dark.
Ordinarily, I rarely ever leave school that late, unless I have escort, but it just didn't work out at this time.
My path home, unfortunately, goes across a wooded area for two blocks before it comes out into the clear. There is no way for me to avoid it, and I confess that I went past it with a certain amount of tension. But not for long, because my mind went back to the play we were rehearsing, and I felt it could be a wonderful fun thing, once we put it on in front of the school.
I have ambitions of being an actress, so naturally, my mind was full of a fantasy that some scout would see my acting, and that I would get a contract, or get into a Broadway play. The usual stuff that comes to a young girl's head.
I scarcely heard the sound of the guy behind me, because he came up so quietly. But he got his hand over my mouth, and hissed in my ear. "If you yell, you're finished! You dig. Keep quiet and nothing bad will happen to you."
Then I heard the click of metal, and a pair of manacles were slipped on my wrists, behind me!
Then I felt a tape go over my mouth, adhesive tape, so that I couldn't yell, even if I wanted.
I still couldn't see my assailant, even though it was a bright moonlit night, for he stayed behind me. But he pulled me roughly into the wooded area, deep into it, where the trees were thick and there was no sounds.
It is a lonely place, that wood, and goes back almost a mile from the entrance. Anything could happen there and not be discovered for a month!
It was most frightening, and I felt my heart beating like a hammer.
Finally, when we got deep into the woods, the man got in front of me. He was nobody I had ever seen before. A man of about thirty five, with heavy muscular arms, and a broad, hard face, like a truckdriver.
He had fierce, black eyes that blazed with some fire inside. And I felt that he could be very dangerous. I cursed myself for being so stupid as to walk past this area without an escort.
I figured that I was in for it. And wondered what would happen.
The first thing he did was slap my face so hard, it knocked me down.
"That's so you know, I mean everything I say. And that, if you don't do it, you'll get worse, much worse!"
The tears came to my eyes, for the blow hurt. And the humiliation of it upset me too. I was frightened to death. I thought I could pay with my life for being so stupid and careless!
This man was some sex fiend who got pleasure from hitting females! That was clear.
He started on my clothes, getting them off, until I was stark naked.
Then, he sat down and looked at me. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a long slug, as he stared at me.
"Man, I'm in luck tonight. You are one great piece of ass!"
He took another long drink.
Then he poured some of the booze over my cunt, and laughed. "That's a cocktail," he laughed. "I may drink it later."
Then he took out his cock, a huge, swollen thing. He put some booze on it.
He said, "Here, have a drink."
And he shoved his cock to my face!
I turned my cheek away from him.
He hit me again, with his palm, a hard, vicious slap that really hurt!
Then he came up to my face with his cock again, and said, "Have a drink, kid. Open your mouth and take this cock in it, or I'll belt you again!"
I opened my mouth.
He was such a creepy bastard that I felt he would do anything to me. I felt totally at his mercy. He had taken off the tape from my mouth, and told me that if I yelled, nobody would hear. But that he would probably put me out of my misery. That he was an ex-con and did not figure on going back into the slam. And rather than that, he would eliminate all evidence of his crimes.
Did I understand, he demanded.
I believed that he was an ex-con, for he had all the signs. He was tough, hard, and his voice was harsh. Everything about him proved he had done bad things and was capable of more of them.
I felt that I was with a killer, and until I did what he wanted, I was in mortal danger.
So, I took his cock in my mouth.
"Now suck it. Real good. I want a great blow-job. Give it everything you got in your tongue."
"Well. I have had some sex experiences before this, doctor. I mean, I'm sixteen, and I had a boyfriend for about six months, and we did fool around.
So I put my mouth around his cock, and began to give him a blow-job.
There was no pleasure in it for me. It was just a great hunk of meat that he had stuffed into my mouth, and he was using me to get his nuts off.
I hoped that it would happen fast, so that he would be sexually exhausted. And then, perhaps, he would just go off and leave me.
I felt that I would get through with the cock-sucking thing, and perhaps this rape would end.
Little did I realize that this bastard was one of the most over-sexed slobs under the sun!
He let me suck him for a while, but it didn't excite him enough, for then he began to drive his cock into my throat.
"I want deep throat sucking," he said!
And he went pile-driving into my throat. Fortunately, I had learned a little about that, otherwise, he would have strangled me with his huge tool. It was a monster thing, big as a knockwurst, and he showed no mercy in the way that he drove it.
I let it slide into my throat, and fluttered my tongue under the head of his cock, hoping that it would come off fast.
But it didn't.
For what happened was, he made me shift my position, so that we were both now on the ground, except that he still kept his cock in my mouth, while he went to my pussy.
And he began to lick my cunt!
And to my everlasting shame, I began to feel tingles of excitement. It was terrible to feel it. Because he was such a miserable, cruel bastard, that it gave me pain to feel any pleasure from him.
But the flesh has its own nerves, and there was nothing I could do, to stop the onrush of excitement. For the more that he sucked at my cunt, got his tongue at my clit, the more I found myself doing a great job on his cock.
I felt my skin tingle with pleasure, and the nerves in my cunt was getting such a thrilling workout, that the feeling spread all over my body.
The more that I felt it, the more energetic I sucked his cock!
To be raped, and to participate in the rape was the most terrible shock for me. I had no idea that I would ever find myself feeling like this.
But he was a devil.
For he got his fingers into my pussy, too, and he finger fucked me, so that I could feel both his tongue and his fingers. It was double trouble.
It made me turn from the distaste and disgust at sucking his cock, to a reversal. I found that I couldn't help enjoying the sucking, and I went after his hunk of meat as if it were a delicacy.
I began to fantasize that it belonged to Smiley, a friend of my that I really adored, and lusted for. One of my old beaus.
By making that pretense, I could enjoy sucking the cock.
So, I got enthusiastic about it. I let my tongue work hard and repeatedly on the tool, trying to make it happen, make him come.
I felt myself coming, in fact, under the work of his tongue and his fingers.
I groaned a little as I sucked him, and he knew that he was making me come.
He stopped, and told me to guzzle his come when it happened. Or else!
I had never done that before. I did not like to catch the come in my mouth, and had not done that ever.
But these were new circumstances. If I didn't play the game with this creep, I might not be around to play any game.
So, when his movements got all jerky, and I knew he was going to blow his nuts, I prepared my throat. And the come hit me, like a shot from a hose. I made every effort to swallow it, but lost most of it, letting it drip from the side of my mouth.
But that never stopped him from licking my cunt. He seemed to get a lot of joy from jumping his tongue in my pussy. It really turned him on.
I smiled when I realized that he was getting as much pleasure from sucking it, as I got from the sucking. It was all a terrific deal, when I thought about it.
After he finished, he stood up, and took up his booze, poured some on his hand, then rubbed his cock with it. "The taste of whisky on cock is good," he said, grinning at me. He enjoyed the sex. And he felt that we had moved a bit beyond the violence to the pleasure of sex.
But he still had other ideas in his head.
He turned me on my stomach, so that my ass was on top, and then, he whacked my buns with his open palms. He just hit me like that, about seven times, and my butt really burned.
Then, he pissed over my blistered ass.
"That's to cool you down, kid," he laughed.
He was just one horrible creep, anyway you looked at him.
"Now, let's fuck again, kid."
We hadn't yet fucked once. I figured his head was all freaked out from some drug, for he didn't seem to remember what was happening. He was a crazy guy. And because of that, I had to be careful with him. As long as I could endure his crazy ways, I would. But, if I couldn't any longer, I would make a run for it, come hell or anything else.
He started to pull on his cock, to bring it up hard, staring at my body.
"We're going to get into your hot pussy, kid," he said.
He glared at me when I kept silent.
"What say. You gonna like that. Huh?
"Sure."
"You bet. You'll like my hot cock in your hot cunt. We're made for each other."
You ugly creep, I thought. You're made for an electric chair.
He stared at me, wondering what I was thinking, but couldn't pick up the vibrations.
"Hey. You glad that I stopped you on your walk, right?"
"Sure."
I thought it dangerous to get too involved with his head. Just let him fuck me, and move out. That's the way I presented it to myself. He was an ex-con, therefore capable of violence.
All I did, was hate myself for being so stupid to cross the wood alone at dark. That really make me the world's most stupid female.
"Now, get on your back, because I'm going to ram my cock into your cunt, kid. And you're going to love it."
I got on my back, and prepared to get myself split up the middle by his giant thing. He was such an ugly bastard, that I found it hard to feel gentle about his efforts to give me joy with his cock.
Of course, he had no idea of giving me pleasure. He just wanted to please himself!
So, finally, after shaking his cock in my face, to study how I looked with it against him, he put it to my cunt.
INTERVIEW TWO
"Here, kid. I'm gonna stuff my salami in your sweet pussy. You'll like it!"
And, with one movement, he tried to ram his cock into me all the way! Of course, it wouldn't go all the way.
It hurt like the devil, but I wasn't going to scream. I had myself under tight control. Unbelievable for me. It just happened like that because I felt myself in deadly danger.
I was convinced that if I yielded to any panic, he would throttle me.
My thing was to play it cool. And perhaps I would escape with my life.
I figured it out. What did it matter if I had another fuck in my cunt, or another blow-job. It wouldn't kill me. I could survive that.
But I couldn't survive a hatchet job, which would surely happen if I lost control, and started to scream and yell, and carry on madly.
More women, I figured, lost their lives because they lost their cool in times of stress. They frightened the assailant, who felt her panic would cause discovery. And so he acted violently in self defense.
Violence, I always figured, was an act of self defense.
If I had any sort of weapon, I would have blown him away, just like that.
But the only weapon I had was my cunt, and that would cure him of his disease. A stiff prick.
So, I let him shove his cock into me, hard as he could, because he had a lot of hard, rotten feelings that he wanted to get out of himself. And his way of getting them out was through his cock. He emptied his cock and that eased the torture in his mind. Whatever it was, it was like some pus sore in his head that was destroying him.
And the only way he could find some ease for his agony was to shoot his cock into a victim female. Even if it was a young girl like me.
I understood his psyche easily. Because the act of sex, I figured was also an act of violence for some men. The men who found the world a hard place to live in. And were full of unexpressed rage.
So, I stayed tolerant of him. I said to myself. Go ahead, and fuck your soul out. Find a bit of peace in your mind.
He grabbed my buttocks, and lifted them into his driving cock. He really was a sensualist, at the same time that he had to get his rocks off in a rough, rotten way. He insulted the flesh that he enjoyed. That was his sickness.
He hit me with his cock again and again.
And then, he got his finger up my ass, and pushed it around.
Then, as if this suggested an idea to him, he suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt, turned around, and sat on my face with his ass.
He stuck his finger into my cunt.
And then he told me to get my tongue up his ass and lick it!
I was numb by this time, and it made no difference. I got my tongue up his ass, and whipped it around. I pretended like it was turning me on.
I had never done this. But it wasn't all that disturbing. In fact, I found it interesting.
Mostly because he had his finger in my cunt and kept stroking it, back and forth. He was exciting me, as if he had been fucking me. I felt frustrated, in fact, because he had stopped the fucking. My cunt felt empty and hungry for his cock.
But he had taken it away.
Now, he made me turn again, on my stomach.
I figured he would fuck my cunt from behind. But, instead, he went for my asshole.
He wanted to fuck my ass.
He got his cockhead into the notch, and pushed it around, had me shift my ass about.
And he then forced his cock in a little at a time.
I almost passed out from the pain, but I stayed alive, still. I knew that I couldn't go unconscious, or it would be the end. He wanted me for his sex games, whatever they were, and I had to be conscious for them.
He sunk his cock all the way into my tail, so that I could feel his balls bouncing against my ass. It was, in its way, a thrilling pain experience. He rammed his cock into my ass, over and over, and the pain and the thrill was exquisite.
Then, finally, he let the blast go.
He shot his ammunition into me. I could feel the hot juice lash into my ass.
He had just about wore himself out, doing that. He slumped down on my body, and let his heart start to slow down. I could feel its pounding against my back.
His breath slowed down. And for the first time, he patted my ass. He then patted my tits, which until this moment, he hadn't touched.
He pulled his cock out, and again, he pissed on me.
Pissed over my breasts, my pussy, my thighs, my stomach, then he started up, over my breasts, and obviously ran out. For he might have reached my face within the next moment.
"You're a great piece of pussy."
I just lay there, wet, with his pee and his cream up my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth. I was wrecked.
And he could tell. He studied the way that I looked, and could tell that I was shot for a long time to come.
"You did pretty good for a kid. I must remember to look you up again, sometime, soon."
He dressed himself.
Then he told me to wait at least one half hour before I got out. If I tried to get out earlier, he would be waiting. And he looked at me grimly.
He then patted his pocket.
And when I looked.
He took out a gun, to show me.
"I wasn't kidding." His face was cold and hard. I was sure that he had killed people at some time in the past.
I just stayed cool.
Then, he kissed me, and went off, looking back a couple of times. Before he slipped into the woods, he waved his hand at me.
I waved back.
Then I let the experience hit me.
I wept, I pounded the earth, I groaned and I let the tears flow out of me.
Mostly, I was so furious with myself for having been stupid enough to make the mistake that I did, to go across this menacing piece of land without any escort. Of course, it might never happen again, but who could vouch for it.
I should be grateful to be alive, I thought. After such a monstrous stupid experience. I hated that guy. Though I knew he was sick and disturbed.
My life seemed to have been hanging on a thread to me.
And now, doctor, my fear is that I may just never enjoy sex again. And that this guy will crawl through my bedroom window to repeat the scene. My fears are endless.
CONCLUSION
This young lady, in my mind, has behaved with astonishing self control under the most difficult of circumstances. She was in a very dangerous situation, which could have exploded in serious injury or death.
For she was dealing with a seriously disturbed man. One who had already done violence. She had been in jail. He had a gun. And some of these men, when frustrated, can do terrible things to their victims.
But Helen was superbly self controlled. She submitted. She stayed alive. It is true that she has endured mental damage. But that can be worked out. It will take time. She will have to be made to feel that the world isn't threatening. That it is not filled with ex-cons ready to rape her, if she behaves in a careless way.
The therapy will take time, because there has been a hard, and fierce trauma to her psychological structure. But it can be done.
CASE HISTORY NINE
Subject: Fran Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Fran was a slightly plump, pretty girl, with bosoms, which you couldn't help notice instantly. She seemed very mature for her age, and would make men look at her, no matter where she was. It seemed that her body had changed dramatically in just the last months, making" her look so sexy that it made her standout well. Her appearance was anxious, and she was eager to unload a terrifying experience which kept playing over and over in her head.
Well, doctor, what happened to me is the sort of thing that every girl dreads. It's the kind of thing that you expect to happen in a nightmare, or in a terror movie. But it came to me, in real life, and I don't know if I'll ever get over it. For one thing, I am a virgin, and that is what makes the experience all the more terrible.
I was walking home after school, carrying my books, and I passed by a guy sitting on the stoop smoking. Just an instinct made me glance over at him, probably because he had this concentrated look on me. I just felt that he had become intensely interested in me as I approached him, and he was studying me.
So I gave him a quick glance, just to see who was looking so hard. He was a man of about forty, with staring blue eyes, and they just rammed into my own eyes, with shock, so that I felt I was staring in the eyes of a madman. It was very frightening, but I turned away, and continued walking, trying to put it out of my mind.
I just thought that there were nuts all over the streets of New York, and you met them everywhere. Now, I lived on that block, and I glanced back, just to make sure there was nobody following me before I went into the house.
He was still sitting there, on the stoop, so I felt okay about it. I climbed the stairs, three flights, and then got out my keys, stumbled about it, because I had to get them out of my junk handbag.
Then I put the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door.
I sensed a presence rather than heard it, but that man had obviously moved like lightning, from the time he was sitting there, up the stairs, quietly, so that I couldn't hear him, and he was right behind me when I opened that door.
He moved inside, with his hand over my mouth, whispering that he would not hurt me if I made any noise, but that if I did, he would hurt me bad!
We'll, you can just imagine how I felt. For one thing, he was strong as an ox, and he had me tight so that I couldn't make a sound, or move.
My heart went off, knocking so hard against my ribs, I thought I would stop breathing. He pulled me over to the couch, took some adhesive tape out of his pocket, pulled my hands behind my back, and taped my hands.
Then he got in front of me, and said, "Listen, kid. I got a weapon on me. If I have to use it, I will. Understand. Just do everything I tell you, and you won't get hurt. Seriously hurt. Dig?
"Now. Who are you expecting home? Are there men in your family? Who lives here with you?"
"I live here with my mother and father. They both work. But sometimes, mother comes home early."
I said early, in hope that it would scare him off. I should have said that father would come home early. That might have carried more weight. But part of me didn't want anyone to come home, for I was frightened that he might do something terrible to them, if he got interrupted. He looked like one bad Joe. He had this tough face and hard blue eyes that had no pity in them.
"Listen," I pleaded, "Please don't do anything bad. Just take what you want here and then go."
He stared at me.
"Sure, kid, I'm gonna take what I want here. And go. And what do you think I want?"
"Mister, we're not rich. We don't have much. But take what you want. You must be in a bad spot if you have to steal."
His eyes blazed with sudden anger, and his hand went on and he struck me!
"You stupid little cunt! Do you think I came here to steal your lousy shitty things!"
My cheek stung, and the tears came to my eyes. I never dreamed he would be that brutal. Nobody had ever hit me in my life!
"Don't hit me, please," I moaned.
"You little shit. I didn't here to steal. I came here for you!"
"What do you mean?"
He put his hands on my tits and rubbed them, and his eyes went wild.
"That's what I mean. I saw you going down the street with a chestful of tits. A kid just the age I go for. That marked you for IT!"
"What are you gonna do. I'm just a kid. Please don't hurt me."
"So you're a kid. I'm gonna make you grow up fast, kid! Now, get your clothes off."
"No. Please."
"If you don't get them off, I'll rip 'em off."
I could tell that he meant it. He meant everything. He looked like he didn't intend to fool around.
"And hurry up, or I'll belt you again!"
I got my jeans and shirt off, and then, he couldn't wait, for he pulled my panties off, so that I was there naked.
"That's good," he said, staring at my body, as if he wanted to eat it. "Now, where's the booze? Quick."
I pointed to the pantry. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and took a long swig at it. Then, he poured some on my tits and over my cunt.
"I like the taste of booze on my pussy," he grinned.
Then he gave me a glass of scotch, put some water in it, and told me to start drinking while he took off his clothes.
I was glad to take a drink, in fact, I took a long one, because I was so frightened, and hoped to relax. I was frightened that if I got too excited or got panicky, I would do something stupid or he would. And then everything would go bad!
He got his clothes off, and I found myself looking at his body, a muscled body, with hair, and an enormous cock in a state of erection.
It was really the first time that I had ever seen anything like that. Oh, I have seen young boy's cocks, and at one time, I even felt Johnny's cock over his pants. But I never went beyond that.
I always kept control of the petting sessions, and wouldn't go past the feelies.
Here was a thick, huge cock pointing right at me. And what he did was take some of the booze, pour it in his hand, and smear it over his cock.
So, that we both had booze on our sex.
He went instantly to my breasts, and grabbed them and fondled them, and pinched the nipples. Then, he went to the nips with his mouth and tongue, and gave them a real workout, sucking and licking them.
Then he bit them. It hurt, and I screeched.
He hit me! Wham! "Don't yell again, or I'll belt the hell out of you," he said sternly.
Then, he took the tape off my wrists. Told me that if I struggled against me, he would not only put them back but beat me black and blue.
"Don't give me any trouble. Just do what I tell you."
He told me to get on the couch and to spread my legs.
I was frightened to death that he was going to rape me right then, but instead he got his head between my legs and started to eat my pussy.
I was amazed. He went down to my cunt and started licking it, and mumbling how great it tasted, that he liked scotch on his cunts.
He shoved his mouth all over my cunt and rubbed his lips against it, stuck his tongue in, even bit the edges of my cunt.
And I found it exciting, even thrilling. I had no idea that you could get such fun from this kind of thing. I watched him like I was hypnotized, for he had really turned my cunt on. It was on fire.
I was frightened to death of him, of what he might do ultimately, but he was giving my cunt one of the sweetest times of its life.
My only experience with my cunt, of course, was masturbation. I played with myself, when my feelings got too hard to handle. It was the only way to keep control, and not go out and get fucked by my boyfriends.
So I knew about orgasm and the excitement of the clit. He knew all about that, too!
He ripped my cunt open with his mouth and tongue, and I went off like a rocket. I wailed like a banshee, from the pleasure of it. He really gave me the thrill of a life.
He turned up, and grinned at me, his mouth all covered with my cunt-juice.
"You loved that, hey, well, I'm gonna give you a chance to get back at me! Just put your ever-loving lips around my sweet cock and suck!"
Ordinarily, the very idea would have been repulsive to me to the last degree. I had not only not seen one of those monsters, but to kiss it, or put one in my mouth, had to be the last word in depravity.
You can tell, Doctor, that I am a very well-brought up person, and I have definite ideas about sex. I mean, I don't know too much about it, really, about the oral sex. Oh, I've read about it, and even seen some photos, but I just didn't dream that it would happen to me, at least for a long time coming.
He growled at me, because he could see the shock in my eyes.
"Listen, cunt, don't stall. And don't waste time, because I'll belt you!"
Well, under the threat of force, I would have to do it, I thought. Besides, I did find it uncanny, and interesting. That big thick monster in my face, throbbing, red, big enough to strangle a girl.
And also, I was really turned on, because of what he had done to my pussy. I was tingling, all the way.
So, I put my lips to his thick cock, and rubbed it.
"That's right, cunt. Kiss it. Kiss it, lick it, then suck it. Just like that!"
So, I started to do that, to that ugly monster, kissing his cock, running my tongue over it, then putting it in my mouth.
I almost choked, but got myself straight. Because he wanted to shove his cock deep into my throat.
"Hold my balls, while you lick me," he commanded.
I took hold of his balls, hairy balls, big and oval, and put his cock into my mouth, got my tongue going on it.
He got terribly excited then, and began to shove it in and out. I was shocked by the movement, by the violation of my mouth. That thick monster seemed to feel my entire oral cavity.
I tried to pull away, because it was so monstrous, but he grabbed my head, and began to fuck my mouth.
I felt paralyzed and couldn't do a thing. I tried only to move my tongue over his rampaging cock in my mouth, the way it drove in and out. I could tell he was getting fierce, and he would shortly come.
I wanted to be ready to pull away when that happened. I knew that cocks did shoot a lot of sperm at the moment of the orgasm.
Well, he didn't let me pull away.
He leaned into me, and told me to drink the juice when he came, that he would not take his cock out of my mouth. And to lick down every drop that came out of his cock.
His eyes were so frenzied, and he looked off his rocker while he was doing that, so I kept on with it!
Then his cock swelled mightily, and he shot his load, a thick burst of cream right into my mouth. It was such a shock, that, even though I was prepared for it, I gagged on it, and choked, while I tried to swallow his come. It was tough, but I struggled with it.
It had such a strange taste. I just didn't know what was happening. I was just off the earth.
He looked like he was about to pass out when he went off, it hit him that hard. He held my head, so tight that I couldn't move it.
He kept his cock in my mouth until I licked it off, clean off.
Then, he pulled me with him to the bathroom.
"Get in the tub," he said.
"Why. What now?"
I thought he was going to do something terrible to me, drown me in the tub, like they did in the movies. I was frightened.
"Get in, cunt. I got a surprise for you."
I got in.
And he pointed his cock at me and started to piss over me. Over my pussy, over my breasts, up and down my body.
"Hey. This is the fun part," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
I just stood there in shock, feeling the warmth of his pee running over my body.
When he finished, he told me to wash up. That he still had a few ideas that I would like.
I was frightened, but at least, I felt he was not going to do anything crazy. He was just a sex fiend. And he would not hurt me.
At least, I hoped it would be like that.
When I came out, he had raided the refrig, and was eating a roast beef sandwich.
"I need my strength," he grinned at me.
His cock was hanging down, limp and red, as if it had been given a workout.
He finished the sandwich, drank two glasses of scotch with it, and insisted that I drink some more liquor, which I did.
"Are you really a virgin?" he asked.
"Yes. I hope that you won't hurt me."
"Well, I'm gonna get your cherry, kid. There's nothing I like better than busting a cherry. Why do you suppose I picked you out. You got cherry written all over you. The way you walk and move."
I stared at him, disbelievingly. "You can tell a virgin by the way they walk?"
"Sure! I can. I can tell by the way they look at you. That scared shiftless look. Like if you ever waved a cock in their face, they'd faint dead away."
So that was it. When I looked at him, passing in the street, he picked up my fear, my virginity. That was why he followed me. He was sure that I was cherry.
"And now, you lucky kid, you're gonna be busted by an expert!"
By this time, I was resigned to it. I felt that a crude bastard like him, living as dangerously as he did, would not be stopped by a kid like me. He could only be stopped by the cops. My best bet, I figured, would be to submit, for at least I would then survive.
"Get down here, and spread your beautiful legs."
I got on the couch, and spread them.
He took my hand, put his cock in it, told me to rub it just a bit, which I did. It went up like a flag. Hard, big, threatening.
He put his cock up against my slit, spread it with his fingers, and slipped the head of it in me.
I was tight. He found it hard to get it in, even a few inches.
"Oh, I'm going to have to bust you wide open, kid!"
He grabbed my tits, which seemed to fascinate him, and licked on the, very rough, but it turned me on. I felt the juices flowing in my cunt.
Then he pushed his meat into me even more. I felt it going in forcing aside the flesh, like a hard pipe, pushing everything away from in front.
He went in deeper and deeper, and it hurt like the devil, but I was determined to do no screaming.
The deeper he went the harder it became. He was only half way down, and seemed to be blocked by a wall of flesh.
He stared at me, and shook his head.
"It's gonna hurt, kid, and you're gonna bleed. But you're gonna love it afterward. So, just keep your teeth clenched, grin and bear it!"
And then he concentrated on pushing it in, no longer caring about the way I felt about it.
He just wanted the pleasure of tearing my flesh apart with his cock. And he rammed and pushed and pushed and rammed, until he went through!
A terrific plunge that busted me wide open.
I felt myself drenched inside, from what I didn't know. Was it blood or love juice?
He grabbed my ass, then, and started to hump me, going in and out of me with his thick hurt of meat that gave me the most marvelous sensations as it went on its trip.
I felt the nerves of my cunt really turn on. I grabbed his body, and found myself humping him back, a crazy rhythm that threw him off, for he pinned me down, just so I would not him.
He fucked me till my head spun like a top. Ramming his cock all the way in, from all the way out.
Then I went off, in another orgasm that made me want to sing.
A terrific orgasm, sharper and more exciting than anything that ever happened to me before.
INTERVIEW TWO
He pulled his cock out, then, and it was a bloody mess, all over bloody. He went to the bathroom to wash his cock. "Get in here and wash up, too!" He ordered me.
I cleaned up, and found myself watching him all fascinated. He was raping the hell out of me, and yet I found myself thrilled to the core.
I wondered what was wrong. Why did I feel all this excitement about him. I even worried that he didn't have an orgasm when he was fucking me. Why did he hold it off?
I wondered what he was thinking. I found myself crazily interested in everything that he did. What was the reason?
Just because he turned on my body. I found him interesting. Axe women crazy like that, doctor. You can rape them, and they will find it exciting?
I thought he had to be a little crazy for doing such a dangerous thing. Rape is a crime. And this man could go to prison for what he was doing. Maybe he had already been in prison, for all I knew.
Still, I found him fascinating. A rapist, fascinating. How crazy in the head a girl can get, doctor.
He still was not through with me. I could tell that he had other ideas in his head. He still had some gism in his cock, for it was out there and erect.
I suppose that as long as he had an erect cock, that I was in trouble. My chief job, I could tell, was to get the energy out of his cock, knock his cock off, one way or another. Only then would he stop abusing me.
I call it abuse, but it was a bit more, as I have confessed, doctor.
Next, he pulled me into the bedroom and for the first time, toward my bed.
"We have to be comfortable for this stuff," he said.
And a diabolic look came to his face. He had this stiff cock moving around, still, and I couldn't help look at it, almost with lust. Because it had given me all this pleasure before. His stiff cock meant that my body would enjoy him.
That was the whole truth of it, doctor.
My body responded to his cock.
"Lick my balls," he said suddenly. "I Love to get my balls licked."
I was wishing that he would lick my cunt, too, for he had really given me a sweet sucking the last time.
But I couldn't tell him that.
I went down to his balls, and began to lick them.
I did a nice job of it, when he told me to take each one into my mouth, too, and tenderly make love to them.
I did that for him. It made him feel nice, he said. That I was a good girl, and was learning how to please a man.
"Suck my cock a bit, now," he said, turning his body, so that he was down around my pussy.
I thought what fun now, for he would be licking my pussy while I sucked his cock. The sixty-nine thing. At last, I was learning that, too.
For he did put his mouth to my pussy, to give it a couple of licks while I sucked his cock.
"Man, you got a sweet sucking mouth," he said. "You're a natural cocksucker."
I wondered if every woman is, just naturally. And before, the very idea shocked me and repelled me.
He was now doing something new. He had his finger in my asshole, and was pushing up into it.
My god, what next! I found it a bit painful for him to do that, even though it was interesting.
"Don't do that," I said.
"Shut up, you cunt. Don't tell me what to do!"
And he grabbed my pussy and rammed his big finger into it!
In spite of his violence, that felt good. But I didn't want to get him mad. There had to be a limit. I just had to keep working his tool, so that he finally got so tired, he wouldn't want to play this rape game anymore. That's what I figured out.
And here I am, doctor. A busted virgin. And all I seem to want is to get more sex, in the same rough way. I want violent sex. Every time I see a man go by, tough and rough looking, part of me is hoping that he will follow me upstairs and rape me. Am I crazy, doctor?
CONCLUSION
The young lady had been violently introduced into the world of sex. It had been a frightful experience, that lost some of its terror in all the pleasure that she experienced. She obviously confused in her mind, all this sex pleasure and a very violent treatment. She thinks they belong together. It will be necessary, in therapy, to teach her that one can have good sex without the violence. That there are guys in the world, even at her age, that can give that to her.
Other than that, the experience was not destructive to her, as it could have been. She was lucky.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The cases in this book are testimonials of man's inhumanity to man! Or woman! There seems to be a destructive element in man that makes him search out victims to mistreat, to rape, to injure, to humiliate.
And the basic purpose of this series of savage, rapacious gestures toward young women, have behind them mostly a desire to get rid of the hate and frustration that torture the man.
In our society, there are many men who cannot find a suitable release for their instincts of aggression and anger. Our society often blocks these men from expressing themselves in a suitable way.
It leaves them loaded with hate, with fury, with a whole cauldron of negative feelings that will explode if they are not released.
They are exploded, often in the sex area. Somehow, many of the most violent feelings of man find their outlet through the sexual canals.
Rape is a pure expression of this frustrated violence of men.
Rape gives such men an overwhelming release from the aggression and hate that is locked in them, shrieking for expression.
And women, especially, the very young women, seem the most vulnerable target in society. Most of them are obviously unable to respond, to defend themselves. They seem to be the natural target of fierce, violent men.
Until the society is made more natural, more organized, so that these savage instincts can find a safer release, the girls of our society are the prey.
A sick society will produce sick specimens. And, from the number of assaults, it would seem that our society is very sick. And that the causes of this sickness must be discovered and eliminated, if we hope to remove the evils that afflict women. If we hope to make the world safe for young girls!
