Sexual fetishes are many and are practiced in all societies.
I, in this volume, am examining the particular fetish of bondage: The need of a woman to be made to feel as a helpless slave in order to allow the passions that lie buried deep within her body to be released, in all its orgasmic glory.
Guilty feelings about sexual enjoyment are usually the reason for the need for bondage of the patients involved.
Clearly, the expression of human sexuality through bondage and other forms of sadomasochistic sexual behavior, are a statement of the times.
Though such sexual behavior has been chronicled down through the ages, never before has there been such a proliferation of perversion throughout the populace. All classes of men and women are involved in this emerging wave of libertinage.
The effect on future generations is impossible to prognosticate properly at this point. In all candor, I must say, that it is an omen of things to come.
Quite clearly, we are a confused race. We have lost sight of our basic goals in relationship to our loved ones. In seeking legal permission from my patients, for presentation of their actual taped discussions with me, I asked them to select fictional names for themselves.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Alison Alpert AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This extremely attractive young blonde, sashayed into my office one day in early July, referred to my office by her family physician, because of severe rope burns on her wrists and ankles, and serious whip welts on her buttocks and upper thighs. Though her wounds had healed, the young woman still, quite obviously was suffering from internal scarring. What follows is a taped transcript of my first session with the attractive, but wounded young blonde.
I've never been to a psychiatrist before. I feel kind of strange. I know that everyone in New York City is supposed to be nuts, and just about everyone visits a psychiatrist at least once a week, but shit, I'm only eighteen.
I do suppose I'm sort of grown up for my age. That's how I got into trouble with Jack in the first place. I don't know why I was in such a damned hurry to discover sex.
Well, I had messed around with a few of the high school boys, fucked a few times, and enjoyed my first orgasms with another, but shit, I wished I had only known how far ahead of the game I was.
I was way out there. None of the girls I knew were even into sex. I was already fucking plenty. Don't get the wrong impression, I wasn't just some Sheila tossed from horny young man to horny young man.
I mean, let's admit that I'm beautiful. I know it, and I know you know it.
How?
Well, when I walked in here, I saw it in your eyes. A girl can tell about things like that.
I knew you wanted to have a go at me. I knew you wanted to kiss me, and touch my breasts, and jam your rod up my hole. But you're a psychiatrist, and you're not supposed to want to do things like that to your patients-right?
Sure. I'm not stupid. I told you I was old for my age.
What I'm trying to get at is that I had my pick of guys. My blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and my trim body are quite a turn-on, not just for the high school and college boys, either. I'm talking about real men. You know, grown-ups.
It didn't take me long to go through the various layers of the socio-economic system here in the city-amazing how I know those big words at such a tender, and fragile age, eh? Well, like I said, I don't fuck around. I was hanging out with wise old college professors, lawyers, doctors, engineers, writers, musicians, and all other manner of male creatures.
I've done a lot of fucking, already. I started when I was sixteen. Shit, I'll bet I know as much about sex as a lot of women who are forty and fifty.
Well, I really blew it when I started hanging out with actors. They're the worst. Everything is a fucking movie to them.
You don't mind if I swear, do you?
Good. It comes natural to me. I must have been a truck driver, or a Marine, in a past life.
Jack is the name of the guy who did the bondage number on me. He's not famous, or anything like that. He's just one of the many thousands of actors, being actors in New York City-which I think mostly is for the benefit of other actors.
Pretty astute, eh? Well, this Jack character sort of caught my attention, because he was so damned beautiful.
Well, it was really more a situation of being handsome, than it was one of being beautiful. He was a macho kind of dude, and you could tell that he had a lot of self-confidence. Like he didn't think he could do wrong.
Well, I was standing on the street, and he came up to me, and told me that I was beautiful. He had a nice style. It seems just like yesterday that it all happened.
"Hi, good looking," he smiled. "What's your name?"
"Alison," I smiled, purposely leaning forward slightly, so he could see my cleavage. I was wearing one of those slit dresses, so that when I put one foot out in front of the other, my lovely leg was well shown off.
"Are you legal, honey?" he asked.
"I'm eighteen, if that's what you mean."
"That's exactly what I mean," he smiled, running his fingers through his dark, greased back hair. He smiled, so that his dimples showed, and he winked-his devilishly yellow-green eyes sparkling like rare gems.
"I'm a hot actor, baby," he smiled. "Don't you want to know what it's like to make love with someone who is for sure going to be famous-probably go on to win a couple of academy awards?"
"Sure, why not?" I said. I didn't feel like lying. I figured I should just tell the truth.
So, I went up to Jack's Christopher Street one bedroom apartment. The dude wasn't poor, that's for sure.
The place was lavishly decorated, and there were all the standard actor items about: the book shelves lined with volumes of famous, and not so famous plays. There were the actors' biographies, the annuals, the piles of Back Stage, and Variety. Of course, I didn't know at the time that it was all standard prop shit for every would-be actor in the city.
I thought this was big time. I half expected to see Paul Newman and Robert Redford stroll out of the kitchen, munching on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and drinking from a magnum of Dom Perignon. Yeah, I got a wild imagination.
Jack said I should try my hand at film writing. He said a lot of things. He was good with the words. That's how I got fucked up in the first place. I should never have listened to his rap. What a load of crap.
"Say, baby," Jack laid on the charm, "why don't you take off your clothes, and let me see what sort of lady I'm dealing with."
I was such a baby to think that hip talk made one a hip person. He was a goof, and that's about all. Oh, I can say that now, in retrospect, but at the time, shit, he was Rock Hudson, Marlon Brando, and Gary Cooper all rolled up into one.
If you want to know what I think about him now, let me tell you that I think he is about on a par with O.J. Simpson, as an actor.
So, like I was saying, at the time, I thought I was with Valentino, playing in Son of the Sheik.
I stepped right out of my dress, like a good girl, and he admired my form. He liked the way I looked in my pink lace panties. I could tell that right away.
I suppose the bulge in his jeans was my tip off.
"Are you a real blonde?" he smiled. "I sure am."
"Well, you can prove it to me by slipping out of those lace panties." So, I did.
He gasped with horny pleasure, and stepped up to me. He pressed his hand up against my pussy, and he rubbed me in a way, that guaranteed that this dude knew what the hell he was doing. Jack had been around. That's for sure. He was a cool dude, with a giant bulge in his pants to go with his handsome face.
Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees before me, parting my pussy lips with his finger tips, and running his tongue up and down the length of my cunt.
He took my firm clit flesh into his mouth, and he sucked me like I've never been sucked before.
I was on fire with passion, and I felt every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement, as the well-trained tongue worked up and down the length of my canyon of pleasure.
I pressed my hands down through his chic, oily hair, and directed the movement of his mouth up against my pussy.
When I say pleasure, I mean pleasure. He certainly did give me pleasure. He ran his tongue all over my pussy, and in and out of my hole. He stuck a finger deeply into my anus, working it about, drilling me, exciting me, making me lose all sense of reality, and limitations.
With his tongue crammed up my twat hole, and his fingers jerking off my clit flesh, I felt like I was just about to be hurled through outer space-at least the outer limits of my sexuality.
No one has ever turned me on like that before.
I was screaming, I think.
I don't even remember. I just know that I was really out of it.
He was working his fingers in and out of my cunt and asshole, 'while his tongue, teeth and lips generously ministered to my clitoral needs.
I don't even know how I was able to stand. I was shaking all over with passion while his fingers and tongue did a number on me that I'll simply never forget.
1 was out of my mind with lust and passion as his tongue flicked against my clit, and slid inside my pussy hole; he was a cool fuck artist, that's for sure.
I fell down-more like toppled-as my orgasm struck. My body was totally on fire with passion and delight.
I writhed about on the floor like a damned voodoo victim. I was really into it.
I recognize that it was as much me as him. I was letting myself go. I was totally mesmerized by the hot passion which worked through me like bolts of lightning.
Pumping, writhing,-on fire with delightful passion, I lay there on the floor.
I guess my eyes were closed, because I didn't notice Jack getting undressed.
Suddenly, there he was, between my legs, with his huge, rock-hard organ pressed up against my sensitive cunt flesh.
He was working his tool back and forth on my slit, ready to slide down into my hole.
He closed his mouth on mine, and rammed his mighty pecker all the way down into the depths of my pussy hole. He hurt me. I think he did it on purpose, to suck my scream into his mouth.
I sure did scream. I don't think I screamed that loud since I saw Elvis Presley walking down Fifth Avenue when I was nine.
Well, this Jack dude was sucking up my screams, and pounding his pecker in and out of my pussy hole like I was some sort of asphalt jungle, and he was a jack hammer.
He kept fucking me like that, forcing my legs back over my head, and jamming his organ in and out of my cunt, while his fingers searched in my ass, like he was looking for some sort of surprise gift.
It hurt plenty. But I didn't care. It was like I was sacrificing myself for art, or some such nonsense. What the hell did I know? I knew from nothing. Yeah, it's easy for me to say that now, but at the time, I thought it was cool to suffer for this gorgeous actor.
I'll even admit to you that I was thinking that I might get discovered, and put in the movies. Yeah, what the hell.
"Oh, you fuck real nice," he sighed. "You have such a neat little fur pie between your legs, and I sure do like the way you feel, down deep."
"That's rather obvious," I said. "It feels like you're trying to shove it in one end, and out the other."
"Yeah, it's great fun, huh?"
"Yeah, great fun."
"Well," he smiled, "let's see how you like it up the ass." Doctor, I want you to understand that I only tried that once before. And I didn't like it much at all.
But I wasn't about to deny Jack the pleasure of my rectum.
As I lay on my belly, with my legs spread widely apart, he moved in behind me for the kill.
I grasped at the carpet as best I could, trying to find some way of hanging on, 'cause I knew it was going to hurt as he porked me in the ass. I'll tell you, it didn't feel so bad.
You see, he sort of worked me up to it. A nice guy-really.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and ran his tongue slowly over my ass crack. His tongue slowly entered my asshole, and he pleased me immensely, as he warmed and moistened my rectum.
His tongue was flicking about like a fish on a line. I was feeling good about a lot of things. I was particularly happy to be with this cool actor dude.
Like I said before, I was having all these visions of me being a hot Hollywood starlet.
There I was, on the floor of Jack's living room, with my legs spread wide, on my belly, with his tongue working in and out of my asshole.
And I was dreaming about motion picture stardom. To say that I was naive would be an understatement, I reckon. I was pretty naive all right.
I felt his tongue slide out of my asshole, and then I knew I was really in for a brutal ride.
He was right up behind me, with his huge pecker throbbing, and ready to slide down into my depths.
He pressed slowly up into my asshole, and working his tool about, I was amazed that it didn't hurt too much.
His cock pressed down all the way inside, and I felt a throbbing excitement. I felt a wave of passion move up my bowel, and I knew that I was in for some good sex.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I lifted my ass up in the air, and felt him slide all the way in.
I'm talking about ten inches of hard, hefty cock meat.
I took that huge sausage of a cock up my ass, and I was frigging myself like orgasms were becoming extinct.
He was pounding in and out of my ass, so that it felt like the cock was pressing up against my heart.
His nuts were filled with hot spunk, and judging by the way his passion-filled nuts were bouncing off my ass cheeks, he was about ready to loosen a hefty load of hot spunk up my ass.
I worked my rear up against his intruder, and moaned like a maniac.
Burning hot spunk shot suddenly up into my bowel. My orgasm was simultaneously triggered, and it was like the cow jumping over the moon.
That's how good it felt.
I mean, like it was the first time I ever enjoyed the sensation. There I was, on my belly, being porked properly in the ass, and I liked it. I was cool.
INTERVIEW TWO
As the first interview with Alison Alpert was most revealing, I felt, in a professional way. I learned a great deal about her extreme sexual libertinage, which manifested itself at such a tender age. In scheduling the magnificently attractive young eighteen-year-old blonde for a second interview, I hoped to delve more deeply into the issue of bondage, and sado-masochism. The whip welts, and rope burns, treated previously, by a general practitioner, attested to a perverse frame of mind. What follows, is the taped transcript of the second interview.
Like I was saying, before you kicked me out of your office, 'cause that other patient showed up, I was being porked properly in the ass, while frigging myself, and it was feeling good.
Yep, that Jack was a damn good fuck artist. He really was. I should have known he was too good to be real. There I was on my hands and knees, rubbing my cunt with my fingers, feeling the sexual passion build to a frenzy in my groin, and the actor's organ was banging away in my asshole.
It was some sexual treat, that's for sure. Jack was groaning like a mule, as his thickened tool worked all the way in, and then all the way out. I had control of the situation, still, at that point.
My lust-filled breasts were pressed against the floor, and my ass was shaking about like a newborn butterfly, drying her wings. When I say I was filled with lust and passion, I'm not kidding. I was really going strong.
I could tell by the way Jack was blowing in my ear, and nibbling on the back of my neck, that he was filled with lust and need as well. His organ was pounding away in my ass, while his fingers worked rapidly over my own hand-so that we both frigged me.
He bellowed with lust, and his organ shot off like a fire hose in my ass. He filled me with his hot spunk, bathing the interior of my ass tubes with his creamy delight.
My knees buckled, and my clit flipped. It was hot. I nearly forgot to breathe. Can you imagine what it's like to get off sexually so powerfully that you nearly forget to breathe?
Well, let me tell you, it's pretty damn powerful-that's for sure. There I was, shooting off into my ass, biting nearly through the flesh of my neck, and it was like being in heaven.
After Jack shot his rod off in my rear entry, he pulled out of me, and we both collapsed on the carpet. We just lay there for hours, not talking, not sleeping, not doing much of anything.
Finally, Jack spoke.
"Have you ever thought about bondage?" . "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, not quite sure, really, what he meant.
"You know, like tying each other up, and tickling and giggling, and just having a merry old time."
"That sounds like fun," I said. What the hell, it did sound like fun. I forgot about him being an actor.
I watched him go to the closet to fetch several lengths of rope. I liked the way his body looked. I liked the way his organ swelled.
I could smell his sweat, as he wound the rope around my wrists and ankles. I told him he was pulling too tight. He didn't say anything.
I was beginning to get the general idea. I was beginning to realize that he was going to put me through some very strange shit before he was through with me.
I was lying on my belly, and he was standing beside me, looking down. My wrists and ankles were burning with hot pain. I writhed about, uncomfortably, wincing against the pain.
"Why are you being a prick about this?" I asked. "I thought it was going to be fun...."
"Shut up! The fun is over. Now the real pleasure begins."
I didn't know what he meant, at first. But when he returned to the closet and returned with a long black leather whip, I knew that I was about to truly be abused.
"Can't we at least talk about it?" I said.
"There's nothing to talk about," he replied. "It's plain and simple. You need it, just like I need it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"I want to hurt you, so bad."
"You're serious aren't you?" I asked. "I mean, this isn't just some monologue you're running past me, right?"
"You're right, sweet baby doll," he smiled. I am really into cracking this whip over you. I am going to take such delight in tearing at your flesh with this whip, that you just are not going to believe it."
"We'll see about that," I said, trying to pull my ankles and wrists loose from the bonds. I couldn't move. The fucker had really bound me up tightly. I nearly panicked. I mean, it was no fun-no fun at all.
I was rolling about on the carpet, trying to move from him. I don't know where the fuck I thought I was going to. It didn't matter. It just seemed that I needed to put up some sort of fight.
He was laughing, like some sort of demon, as he ran about after me. He was cracking the whip at me, and the tip was tearing at my flesh. I was truly flipped with fear.
His cock was bigger than before. Jack was really turned on to be hurting me.
As the whip dug into my flesh, it hurt. I mean, imagine what it felt like. It hurt plenty. But, the funny thing about it, was that when I gave up-when I allowed myself to simply flow with it, everything got better. It stopped hurting. And would you believe, I actually began to enjoy it?
Yep. My clit began to swell with passion, even as the tip of the whip was digging into my skin. Talk about pain-there was just no way I wanted to deal with that.
Writhing about, pumping, moaning, filled with passion, I worked my ass about on the rug, enjoying the feeling of having my wounds injured. Funny how that worked.
I pumped up against his leg like a horny dog. I know it was debasing, but at the time, I just didn't care.
It felt fantastic. The whip was cracking again and again against me. My entire being was crazed with hot sexual delight.
Jack stopped whipping me for a bit, and stood over me, jerking himself off. He had a wild look in his eyes. It was most amazing.
"Aren't you going to fuck me again?" I asked.
"I want you to suffer."
"I can get off on that, if you approach it properly," I said. "The pain is sort of delicious, once one gets used to it."
"Do you really mean that?" Jack asked.
"I sure do."
"Sonofabitch, that's good," he smiled. "I've been looking for a lady like you for ever so long. You really are a treat."
"Thanks," I smiled. "Now, how about untying my ankles, so you can shove that handsome dork of yours inside me?"
"That sounds real nice," he smiled. "I just might want to do that."
He untied my ankles. He was going to untie my wrists, but I told him not to. That surprised him a bit.
"You weren't kidding, were you?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I wasn't kidding. I really like this."
"Oh, that's real nice," he said, as he grabbed me by the hair, and twisted my lovely long blonde hair tightly in his fist. "I always wanted someone I could really take my anger out on."
Then a look came into his eyes which truly scared the shit out of me. I didn't like it at all. No, not one bit.
He slapped me fiercely. I could feel my brains rattle in my head. I was like jello inside and out.
He kept hitting me, until I felt my face begin to swell completely out of proportion.
Suddenly, the whip handle was shoved up my pussy. It hurt. It hurt plenty. I was beginning to regret that I had decided to get involved in this brand of evil shit.
I was crying bitterly, screaming in pain, as the whip handle was forced up my ass.
"It's going too far," I cried out. "This isn't for me. I was wrong. I take it all back. Please, stop."
But he didn't stop. He continued to push and pull on the whip handle, hurting me badly.
I didn't like it at all, what he was doing.
In and out of my holes he worked the whip handle. I was beyond myself with fear. I wondered if he would maim me, or even kill me. Such things happen.
I was rolling about on the floor, weeping, crying out for mercy. But all I got was a more pain.
The balance had most definitely been tilted in the wrong direction, and it felt like I was being burned alive in hell's fire. I know it was all my fault. I got myself into that situation all by myself. I was the one who fucked up.
I pumped and moaned and writhed and I was on fire with an intense passion which worked through me like a forest fire. I'm not denying that there was pleasure. That's what was so sick about the whole thing.
It was bad, and yet it was good. That was the confusing part of it. The scales kept tipping this way and that.
I worked my legs up around Jack's waist, and pulled his crotch close to mine.
"Come on, babe," I sighed. "Turn me on. You can do it. Really! I need you. Enough of this pain shit for awhile. We'll get into it next time."
I really knew, however, that I could never go back to him again. I could never let that fury loose.
He was a sick man, that was most evident to me. I couldn't take a chance. I simply couldn't afford to do that.
Yet, knowing that the only way I was going to get out of this situation in one piece, was to play along with it, I did the best acting job of my life.
Mind you, Doctor, I'm only eighteen. But it's situations like that one with Jack that make a girl grow up real fast.
So, I was pumping and writhing about, and feeling this enormous cock head pressing down against my vaginal entrance.
He worked slowly down inside of me, and worked his tool about in my hole. I couldn't believe the pleasure. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have the organ slide slowly down into my vagina.
He worked it from side to side, and down into my utter depths. I won't deny that I enjoyed the sensation, but the hideous expression on his face really bothered me. He looked much too sick for comfort.
As he pressed his tool all the way inside my vagina, I felt it throb with amazing sexual heat.
I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't have to see all that hate. I just didn't want to deal with it.
When I pretended I was somewhere else, it wasn't so bad at all. His tool worked slowly in and out of my vagina. He pressed up against my clitoris, and a jolt of hot pleasure shot through me. I was completely overwhelmed.
Jack ejaculated deep inside, my vagina. I could feel his hot lust lather rush inside my pussy. He completely bathed my interior. I was on fire with this wonderful pleasure. I just couldn't get enough of it.
I rolled over on my belly, after he had shot his load off inside my cunt hole.
I was ready to take him up my ass. It was really much better, because I didn't have to look at him. That's what meant a great deal to me. I just didn't want to have to deal with him as a person.
It was hard enough to deal with his cock.
As Jack forced the mammoth organ slowly down into the depths of my asshole, I felt a shudder of hot sexual delight run through me. My breasts swelled, and my nipples stood tall.
As he pressed slowly down inside of me, I felt his organ pulsate. It turned me on. It turned me on a lot.
However, when he sank all the way inside my rectum, and I felt his body press up against mine, I was filled with pain and discomfort, as I realized that he had injured me.
He had really created some severe welts on my ass and thighs. I could feel the pain as he rubbed about on my flesh.
It was a most discomforting situation.
I hoped to God that I wouldn't be maimed. He was fucking me like a crazy man, and as the huge, swollen organ worked about in my hole, I just couldn't believe the pain and discomfort-not from the prick, but because of my welts.
Jack got angry, because he was having a hard time shooting his rocks off again.
Shit, he had already shot off a bunch of times, and I didn't understand why he had to be such a prick about it.
He was screaming at me, 'cause he couldn't get off.
"Pump harder," he moaned. "Come on, bitch, give me a God-damned ride for my money."
"Who's paying?" I asked.
"Don't get smart with me, bitch!" he yelled, as he hit me upside the head.
I really started trying to help him get off in my ass. Shit, I was really trying hard. I squeezed my anal sphincter muscle down on his peter, trying to suck the jism out of his cock.
I wanted him to shoot off. I wanted him out of me, so I could get the hell out of his apartment.
"God-dammit!" he shouted, as he pulled his prick out of my asshole. "This isn't how I want it to be."
"Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.
"No," he said. "There's nothing that can be done. Well, wait a minute. Let me see."
He went off to the kitchen and came back with an ice tray. I couldn't imagine what he was going to do.
He began shoving ice cubes up my ass. Jesus, it freaked me out. It was really weird. Ice cube after ice cube went up the old asshole.
"There, that ought to make things more ideal in your ass," he smiled. He pressed his rod slowly into my ass, and moaned with passion.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, "that feels really nice."
He was pumping furiously, working his tool rapidly in and out of my ass. The ice cubes were jammed way up high inside of me. He was forcing them up higher still, with that big dick of his.
Things were cooled down considerably for me at that point. It really wasn't so bad.
Jack was pumping his tool continuously in and out of my ass, working it back and forth in me, hurting me, making me feel really strange. He pressed all the way down into the utter depths of my asshole, and then withdrew, to the lip of my opening.
My entire body was perched on the verge of an intense orgasm of considerable intensity.
He finally came, and then I came.
CONCLUSION
I had to terminate the second interview with Alison at this point. She had, apparently learned her lesson. In this young woman's case, I do believe that it was a constructive adventure for her. She learned a great deal about her sexuality, and about the dangers inherent in going too far with perversion.
She informed me that she was going to try to find a young man, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, who would share himself with her, and give her great delight in life.
That's what she wanted. I think she'll find it. Her scars from the physical abuse she suffered ought to heal promptly. She'll be looking fine by summer, and able to parade around on the beach in her bikini, hopefully, attracting a young man who will be good to her.
In short, I feel the damage suffered at the actor's hands, was short-lived.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Beth Grable AGE: Twenty-One
INTERVIEW ONE
This quite attractive, young, and shapely redhead, the owner of extraordinary jade-green eyes, told me that she found my name under-psychiatry-in the yellow pages. That is indeed a most unusual way to locate a psychotherapist, but then again, Beth Grable is a most unusual young woman.
What follows is a taped transcript of her first interview with me. I'm sure my colleagues will find this a most unusual one.
I'm glad you could fit me into your busy schedule, Doctor. I do appreciate it. I hope you're the right man to be talking to. It's just that when I saw your name in the phone directory-Harding-I figured you were the right man for the job. I've had a pretty hard life, you see. It's been a difficult road to walk, but it's all beginning to come into focus for me. And that means a great deal to me.
I can't tell you how much. Word alone cannot express the intensity of the trip I've been on for the last few years. I suppose I should start in the beginning.
I was around fifteen, when I went through a very strange change. I'm sure it had something to do with my sexuality, but you see, it was much more than that. When I was a kid, I was totally carefree. Nothing bothered me. I experimented with everything. Everything was super-cool. That's exactly how I liked it to be.
Life was like a giant play ground for me. And I enjoyed playing on it.
Then, as I began to menstruate, and my breasts enlarged, hair grew on my pussy, and I was no longer the spontaneous kid I used to be.
Around the same time, my father had some business reversals, and he was pretty flipped out about it.
Mother ran off with the milk man. She left a note one morning in one of the milk bottles, saying that she didn't feel up to going through father's changes, as well as having to deal with an adolescent daughter.
I thought that was rather selfish of her.
Father was drinking rather heavily, and as he didn't have-much to do, he was around the house quite a bit.
I'll never forget that day when he turned ugly. It wasn't even noon, and he was already drunk as a skunk.
I don't think he had even slept the night before. He had been up all night, drinking. It was pretty unstable, and downright weird, I thought.
I wanted to have a father like the other kids had. He was a good looking man and all that, and I think a lot of my girlfriends envied me for having such a wonderfully handsome dad.
But it was real weird that day. He wasn't looking at me like I was his little girl.
He was looking at me, like I was his wife.
There was a resemblance, that's for sure. I mean, mother had red hair and green eyes and all.
She was thin, and very sexy like me.
I was wearing a nearly see-through dressing gown, never really having thought much about being a womanly object to my own father before.
I was trying to scramble some eggs for the two of us. My back was turned to him. Yet, I could feel his eyes staring through me. I didn't much like the way I was feeling, with him doing that. It made me feel creepy.
And not just because of the incest thing, but because I wasn't yet a woman in the first place.
It's a lot for a young gal to deal with.
I was concentrating as best I could on scrambling the eggs-uncomfortable as all get out because of his sexual presence behind me.
"Father," I finally said, without looking about, "please don't look at me that way."
"What way is that?" he laughed.
"Come on," I said. "You know. Don't make me say it."
"What way is that?" his voice boomed, sending chills up and down my spine.
"Like I was a woman," I said, burning the eggs.
"Well, aren't you?"
"Father, I'm just a little girl."
"A little girl, my ass," he said, getting up from his chair, and moving up behind me.
I could smell his whiskey breath on the back of my neck. I could sense his obscene, animal instincts. And that bothered me a lot.
He pressed his body up to mine. I felt his stiff prick press into the crack of my ass. He worked his tool up and down in the tightened furrow of my ass. I didn't like that at all.
"Don't, Father, please."
"You give me a break," he said, spinning me around, and tearing my gown open.
"So, you are a woman already," he said, looking down at my small, firm breasts, and bing cherry nipples. He ran his fingers slowly down over my body, and gripped at my vagina.
His fingers worked into my hole. I began to cry. I felt his digit press up against my clitoris. I felt my body jerk about. My entire body trembled. I was on fire with a curious mixture of fear and passion.
There was a part of me that wanted to become a woman, and there was a part of me that wanted to remain a little girl.
"Have you ever seen one of these before?" he asked, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his rod out.
"Oh, God," I moaned, "please put it away. It's hideous."
"How dare you call my cock hideous!" he shouted, drunkenly, and slapped me fiercely across the face.
I couldn't stand the pain. Again and again he slapped me. I felt several teeth loosen in my mouth.
"What are you doing to me?" I asked.
"I'm going to make a woman of you," he said, pressing me against the sink counter, and pressing his mouth to mine. His unshaven whispers rubbed against my cheeks, causing me pain and misery.
He worked his tongue down into my mouth, and then over my ear, and into my aural canal.
I was filled with delight and with passion.
I was on fire with a raging inferno of delight in my cunt hole.
I pressed my hands against him, trying to force him away from me. But I couldn't budge him. There just didn't to be any escape.
"I'll give you something to cry about," he said, pulling his belt from his loops, and cracking it at my thighs and buttocks.
"Please, please, Father," I cried out, "you're hurting me. Please don't do this."
But he wouldn't stop. He chased me through the house with his belt, cracking it at me, tearing at my tender young flesh with the belt. I was overcome with pain and discomfort.
The belt cut into my naked bottom. He was panting with excitement. He was really turned on to be carrying on with me like this.
He forced me to the floor, and rolling me over on my back, mounted me, while forcing his tongue deeply into my mouth.
His organ, exposed out of his zipper, was throbbing and looked menacing.
He worked his tool over my virginal vagina, and pressed his organ slowly down into my gash.
My pussy was burning up with passion and with delight. He ran his tool deeply into my pussy-right up against my hymen. I tried to pull away, but like the savage is was and in, he forced his man-sized pecker down deeply into my vagina.
He hurt me badly.
He was pumping fiercely in and out of my pussy, working from side to side and in and out. He held he down, so I couldn't move.
And then he plunged his rod all the way down into the depths of my pussy hole.
It hurt. I cried out with pain. I screamed too loudly, I guess, because he covered my mouth, while he plunged his organ in and out of my pussy hole.
He was sweating and panting, and reeking of alcohol, and then he shot his tool off inside me.
It was a disgusting feeling, to have his hot spunk rush up into my gash. I could hardly deal with it.
Hot love sap filled my pussy. He worked his organ about in my gash, and was soon going to come yet again.
But instead, he pulled his rod out of my pussy, and forcing me over on my belly, ran his fingers over me.
"Please, Father," I murmured, "this is a beastly thing you do to me."
"It's quite normal," he said. "You are a woman, and I am a man."
"You happen to be my father."
"Let's* forget that for now," he quipped, drunkenly. "These are especially difficult times for us."
"What kind of talk is that?" I asked, fearfully, while his hands worked over my body, squeezing my breasts, pulling at my paps, exciting me, turning me on.
I tried to pull away from him. "Stop! This is disgusting!"
"Oh, Father," I whimpered, "please don't be so rough with me."
"I'll teach you what rough is," he said, pulling his belt out, doubling it over into a switch, and setting to work on my behind and upper thighs.
He hit me again and again, and I felt the stinging, burning lash of the whip.
I cried out in great fear, as the belt cracked again and again against me. It wasn't so much the pain that was bothering me-as it was the fear.I was terrified that he would simply go too far.
I tried to run, but he grabbed me, and throwing me down on my belly on the floor, he moved in between my legs, and pressed his mighty wanger up against my anus. He sank slowly inside of me.
I cried out in pain such as I have never known before. His throbbing, huge fuck stick sank slowly into my behind. He was working his tool rapidly in and out of my rectum, and I was quickly being filled with hot love syrup.
I felt filthy and desecrated, as I crawled away from the drunken, sexually fulfilled father of mine.
I locked myself in the bathroom and showered for over an hour, crying, watching the blood trickle from my pussy and my anus.
I sat on the tiled shower floor and whimpered like a baby. I was most unhappy.
I resolved to run away from home. I simply didn't want to deal with all of the shit anymore. I couldn't play wife to my father. I was only fifteen.
That night, when he was again in a drunken stupor, I packed a small over-night bag my mother had left behind, and crawling from my open bedroom window, I ran off into the black of night.
I didn't have a plan. I was just running. It didn't even matter much where I was running to. I just wanted to get away.
I found myself on the highway. I didn't even know which way I was heading. I stuck out my thumb.
I ended up hitch-hiking all the way from New York City to San Francisco. The men and women who picked me up-almost without exception-were all intent on having a sexual fling with me.
It was really bad. I felt like some sort of teenage whore of the road, as I hitched across America. I turned sixteen during that trip, but it felt more like thirty.
I was pregnant when I hit San Francisco, a week later.
I hadn't the slightest idea who the father was.
I got an abortion in one of those broken down neighborhood abortion clinics.
The Mexican "doctor" even had the gal to ask me out on a date, after he had scraped out my uterus.
Talk about being used. It was at that point that I hated men. I had, for too long, been simply a fuck rag and an object. Things just happened to me-like I was some sort of passive victim.
Well, I didn't want to be that. I wanted to be much more than that. I wanted to be in control.
Obviously, by that time, I had developed a great deal of hostility towards men in general. I wanted to make them suffer for the kind of shit they had been laying on me.
I started hanging out in this bisexual leather bar, down near San Francisco's Chinatown.
I got it on with several lovely women, whom I met at the bar. And that was nice, but it was men I was looking for, in particular-men to torture and punish.
I'm bright enough to know that one can't go through life inflicting torture on various men. There had to be some reason, some rhyme to it all.
I went through quite a few men. In fact, I kept a diary.
I suppose you think that's rather odd, but I wanted it to be organized-at'least in my head. I wanted to feel as though I was systematically eradicating myself of all the hurt, pain, anger and confusion.
I took this guy named Gary home with me. He was the first one. I was really going after him.
He reminded me of my father-only he was much younger, of course. I was sixteen, though I looked, and acted older.
Gary was about eighteen, I think.
He was in love with me. At least he was in love with my red hair, and green eyes.
I took him to my apartment. I was making my money at the time, by turning tricks. Gary knew it would cost him twenty-five bucks to play with me. And it wasn't going to be exactly fun and games.
INTERVIEW TWO
While a great deal of ground had been covered during the initial interview with Beth Grable. While her story is not an unusual one, in that countless young women throughout the world, are frequently forced into perverse sexual relations with their fathers, the manner in which Beth chose to seek her revenge against all men-is most interesting. It is classical, truly, in the sense that S&M bondage became a natural means of expression for the young woman.
What follows is the taped transcript of my second session with the attractive young redhead.
I believe when I was here last week, I was telling you about Gary. He was the one who reminded me of my father. I just couldn't get over the similarities.
Forcing him to disrobe, while I was still dressed in my leathers, I walked around him, admiring his fine form.
I moved up to his side, and put my arms around him.
"You like me, don't you?" I smiled.
"I'm sexually attracted to you, if that's what you mean," he said.
"That's all, eh?"
"Well, it was just a pick-up bar, you know? What do you expect, true love?"
"Basically," I said, "what I expect is to have a good time. That's all I expect. And that's all I'll accept.
"I want to tie you up, just for laughs."
"That's okay with me," he said, "I know you wouldn't hurt me."
I was flattered that he trusted me. What a fool.
I bound him securely around the wrists and ankles, and laughed at his displeasure and shock, when I stood before him with the long leather whip in my hand. I was going to give him a real beating-one he wouldn't be in such a hurry to forget.
I walked around him slowly, dangling the tip of the whip over his body, enjoying watching him squirm with fear and apprehension. I was going to have a lot of fun with this one.
I snapped the whip against him, and he cried out in fear. Again, and again, I cracked the whip against his flesh.
He screamed in agony, and I laughed.
I swear, I got really turned on by doing it to him. He was so hot and bothered as I cracked the whip again and again against him.
I could feel the hot lubricating juices trickle out of my gash, as I cracked the rawhide against his legs, belly, scrotum and pecker.
He winced with pain, and cried out in agony.
Again and again I cracked the whip against him. He was pleading for mercy, offering money, favors, anything-if only I would stop.
He reminded me a lot of where I was at, that day my father did me in.
And since Gary was a man, resembling somewhat, my own father, I simply couldn't let him get away with this shit.
I wanted him to really suffer-just as I had.
The advantage I had in this situation, was that I knew Gary desperately wanted me-wanted to fuck me.
I could tell, since, despite the intense whipping, his cock remained upright, reddened, and intent upon being inside of me.
When his naked body was well covered with lash marks, I undressed, and paraded around him, looking at sexy as I could.
When he was fully erect, though tears fell freely from his eyes, on account of the pain of the lash, I straddled the poor boy, purposely rubbing my coarse pubes over his injured flesh.
I liked listening to him whine with discomfort, and cry with pain.
I worked my vagina up against his cock.
"Do you want me to put your cock in my cunt?"
"Oh, yes, please."
"Say pretty please."
"Pretty please."
"First," I said, "I think I'll suck on it a bit. It is such a handsome cock. I'll just lick the head, and work my mouth down over the crown. If I suck on it adequately, you'll really be in the mood for a proper fucking.
"Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "I truly would."
With Gary on his back, bound by the ankles and wrists, I gripped his pecker at the base, and squeezing it tightly, ran my mouth over the cock head. I took the sensitive cock head into my mouth, and sucked at it. I felt the organ pulsate in my mouth.
It was quite evident, that he truly wanted to get fucked.
I worked my mouth up and down on the shaft of his organ. I used my tongue, lips and teeth to stimulate him, to turn him on.
"Oh, honey," he sighed. "First you hurt me, but now you reward me. You're not so bad after all."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," I said, as I lifted my mouth from his pecker, and snapped my fingers against the side of his organ.
"Oh, God!" he cried out. "What the fuck is wrong with you, anyway?"
"Nothing's wrong with me, pal," I laughed. "I'm just a mirror of the ugliness that exists inside you. I mean, let's face it, you came home with me tonight, because you figured that I would let you tie me up, and beat the ever-living crap out of me, right?"
"Well...."
"Right?"
"Yes," he admitted, only when I held his balls tightly in my hand.
"Well, I just out-smarted you, pal," I laughed.
"Please don't hurt me anymore. I wouldn't have been this cruel to you-really I wouldn't have."
"Oh, sure," I said. "How about giving me another fairy tale?"
"I'm not giving you a fairy tale," he said. "I'm just trying to tell you the truth."
"Okay," I smiled. "Enough pain for you."
I then squatted over him, working my hand up and down the length of his cock meat. I pressed the head of his dick into my moistened gash, and slowly worked my way up into the steamy slit.
The young man was most obviously pleased as his cock worked up into my hole.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned, temporarily forgetting about the pain of the lash, "this is nice. This is real nice."
I held him down on the floor, by resting my weight on his shoulders, while I worked my moistened gash up and down on his throbbing shaft.
I pinched at his nipples, and gyrated about on the organ, feeling it throb deeply inside of me, while I worked his length in and out of me.
I leaned forward, and ran my tongue about in his mouth, while I worked my pelvis up and down on his shaft. We were really getting into it. We were really getting hot.
At that moment, I forgot all about pain and suffering. All that I was thinking about was the pleasure of having his cock working swiftly, in and out of my vagina.
To say that I was burning up with pleasure-that I was enjoying the sensation of his organ, working rapidly in and out of my cunt hole, would be an understatement. The way I figure it, I had enjoyed beating him, making him suffer, and now I was enjoying myself at his expense.
I thought it was a good arrangement. All of my needs were certainly being taken care of. And I knew that Gary was enjoying himself.
I worked my pussy up and down on his shaft, and I felt for my clit with my eyes closed.
My eyes were closed, because I was in the midst of a dream. I was feeling good, rubbing my clit, discharging hot vaginal juices, and riding up and down on the sexual pogo stick, really getting Gary's money's worth.
When he discharged inside my vagina, I milked him with tightened vaginal lips, and then sliding off his still semi-hard organ, I immediately began sucking on it, stroking his nuts, trying to make him hard again.
When his organ was stiff again, and he was ready for me, I arranged my asshole over his firm cock and moved slowly down on it.
I'm not sure which of us enjoyed ourselves more. Gary certainly was moaning quite a bit, as I worked my tightened anus down on his cock shaft.
And I was doing much the same, by way of reaction. I was feeling really hot and horny. He worked his organ in and out of my asshole, and together, we quickly became quite hot.
I began frigging myself again, and was soon on the verge of completely letting go, discharging my orgasm, flowing softly, sensuously.
I worked my pussy rapidly up and down on the throbbing cock shaft. I could feel his tool work deeply into my ass. I pulled at my clit, and suddenly I was engulfed in a totally lovely", wonderful orgasm. My entire body strained and ached with tension and pleasure.
His organ was spitting hot jism into my asshole, warming my insides, while I pulled at my clitoris, feeling my body become engulfed in fulfilling pleasure.
I worked my asshole off his satisfied cock.
He admitted it wasn't too bad of an experienced, after he paid me the twenty-five bucks for my sexual services.
But he did note that the pain was more than he thought he could deal with, and that for that reason, he chose not to see me again.
That was just fine with me.
I wanted to move on to new and better things.
I did a lot of those numbers, both with men and women, until last year. It was in the fall, when, quite coincidentally, I ran into my mother on Fisherman's Wharf.
It was very nice to see her. She at least acted as though she was sorry for all the shit she had put on my head for so long.
I told her I had an apartment nearby. We went up to my place, and had a few drinks together.
She told me that she and the milk man had not lasted very long. But shamed, and unwilling to face my drunken father, she also decided to head out west, to make a new life for herself.
As we drank, and I watched her, still marvelling at her beauty-much like mine-I felt a sudden, and very powerful sexual attraction to her. To my own mother.
I could see in her eyes that she felt much the same way.
"Mother," I said....
"You don't need to say it," she said, cutting me off. "I feel exactly the same way. I'm also very attracted to you."
"Truly?"
"Yes," she said, standing, slightly drunk, "I'm so sorry for all that I did to you. I realize now how selfish it was of me to run out on you, leaving you alone with that drunken fool. I can imagine what you went through. I'm sure there was a lot of sexual abuse. But can you imagine the kind of shit he put me through? It was tough. It was downright shitty, actually."
"I know how you feel, Mama," I said.
"Do you really?"
"Yes."
"Then let's get undressed, and commit this sin. We both know it is against all the rules but what are we to do?"
"Fuck the rules, Mama," I said. "I want you. That's all that matters. I want you badly."
We both undressed, and moved slowly towards each other. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her long red hair hung down nearly to her waist. Her geen eyes were sparkling, and her small breasts were swollen with pleasure, and the nipples were puckered.
My body was identical.
"Oh, Mama," I sighed. "What is going on. Why are we both so perverse?"
"It simply runs in the genes, I guess, honey," she said, as she took me into her arms, and kissed me sweetly on the mouth. My tongue worked into hers, and I moved my hand slowly over her breast. Squeezing, and pulling at her breasts, I closed my mouth over hers and we French kissed like a couple of young lovers.
It was truly amazing.
My tongue worked about in her mouth, while she moved her hand slowly down over my reddened pubes. I was hot with lust and moistness. We worked our groins together, and our clits touched.
I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it felt for us to be joined together like that. We held each other tightly, kissing, fondling, working our groins together.
I ran my tongue in and out of her mouth, while reaching for her breast and squeezing it tenderly.
I worked my hand down over her belly, and squeezed her cunt. She was filled with passion and delight.
I pressed a finger up her cunt hole, and then lowered my mouth to her clitoris. I sucked at it, and pulled at it, and felt her entire body shake with passion.
Arranging ourselves in the sixty-nine position, I began sucking at my mother's pussy, while she ran her tongue about inside my pussy.
We were both united in a hot sexual spell. I worked my lips over her pussy, and she tongued me with equal gusto. We were both burning up with delight. I rolled her over on my back, and moving in tightly between her legs, I spread her pussy apart, and ran my tongue up into her hole.
"Oh, sweet daughter of mine," she moaned, "you are too good to be true. You are like a mirror image of me."
I thought that was a very sweet thing to say.
I spread her lips apart, and ran my tongue down into her warm, moistened depths. I cleaned out the inside of her pussy with my tongue, and took her clit into my mouth.
Nibbling and sucking at it, she stirred about beneath me, and we both had an amazing rush of orgasm.
"It's really a shame that one of us doesn't have a cock," Mother said. "It's so nice to really get off. And, unfortunately, for all the wonderful things that women have going for them, they most certainly do not have cocks.
"I have a dildo."
"Oh, then go get it, by all means," mother said. I did.
"You strap it on first," she said. "Then I'll I play the role of man."
"Fine, Mama," I said, as I strapped the black leather dildo on.
I pressed my phony organ slowly down into her depths, and began working it about in her hole.
I closed my lips on her nipple, and then moved to the other nipple. I banged the black leather dildo slowly in and out of the tightened hole.
I pressed her legs back, nearly over her head, while I rammed the leather dildo in and out of the hole that had once been my birthplace.
"Oh, Beth," she moaned, "you fuck just like I did when I was your age."
"You're doing a fine job on your own, Mama," I said. "I'm damn proud of you."
"You're really not angry?" she gasped, as she was just on the verge of letting go.
"No, I'm not angry at you," I said. "In fact, I feel terribly close to you."
Spreading her legs widely apart, I moved my tool slowly down into her moistened vagina, and began banging away.
She was burning up with delight. I was fucking her powerfully, and then we enjoyed simultaneous orgasms.
"I love you," she cried, in the midst of her catharsis.
"I love you, too," I cried, in the midst of mine.
"I guess we just love each other a whole lot," she smiled.
CONCLUSION
Though it is quite apparent that the patient, Beth Grable, did experience a very lengthy period of sexual perversion, she did seem to make a speedy and complete recovery.
I do believe that this period of sexual anger and experimentation will continue for some time,-but I think the patient will slowly recover, and go on to lead a semi-normal life.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Dale Emerson AGE: Twenty-Three
INTERVIEW ONE
An extremely lovely, dark woman, Dale was directed to my office by the county psychiatric referral service. I must say that I found her to be a most remarkable young woman-not only in terms of her natural beauty, but in terms of the complexity of her problems. I say problems, but I'm not at all sure that they were, indeed, problems. I tend to think that something special was going on in her life. It was problematic, in that it was difficult for the rest of the world to conform to her situation. Her friends and family, for example, reacted quite sharply and harshly against her recent actions. What follows is a taped transcript of my first interview with Dale.
I suppose it's beginning to show, that I'm pregnant, Doctor. Yeah, well, that's that, I suppose. Don't get me wrong. I want to have the baby. I planned it, really. That's what has caused all my difficulties in the first place. No one understands me. Oh, Doctor, it's so difficult to want more than all the rest. You see, I want to bring a perfect child into the world.
No, I don't mean physically perfect. That doesn't matter much to me. The way I figure it, when the child is perfect inside, the countenance will reflect that. I know it doesn't sound very scientific to talk like that-but what the hell.
My background was quite traditional, really. I went to church every Sunday with my mother and father, when I was a kid. The only reason I stopped, really, was because it just didn't seem very honest.
Yes, I'll be more specific.
You see, there were all those people in the church-praying, and acting like a bunch of phonies. They weren't acting upon any of the things they experienced there. It was just like showing up, to be good, as though God would shine his light on them, just because they were there.
Well, for me, it was more than that. I listened to what the preacher said, and you know, I think I understood what it was all about, even more than the preacher.
I don't mean to sound proud, or arrogant, for talking that way. Heavens no. No, what I mean is that I got into the real meaning of what the preacher was saying. It wasn't just that we should worship God, and Christ. It was more that we were supposed to be like them. Christ, I figured, was the perfect reflection of the infinite, that we call God.
Are you following what I'm saying, Doctor?
I'm no mental giant. After all, I'm just a young woman. But I know enough to know that Jesus wasn't just some kid who decided to be good, and so he became God. But that was half of it.
You see, I don't swallow the Virgin Mary stuff. That's just a lot of modern mythology-Christian mythology, like the Greek, or Egyptian. Myths simply enlarge upon the truth. But the kernel of fact-the light of truth is nearly always hidden inside. It's sort of like the peanut inside its shell.
The way I figured it, the soul of a very special child was guided by the infinite wisdom of the universe, into the womb of Mary. Of course Joseph had made love with her. They were just trying to cover up the indiscretion. Those were highly moral times, let us not forget. And then bizarre things started happening.
They had dreams. The world changed around them. A continuous cycle of coincidences was started into motion, and this boy, Jesus, was special. At least he sensed that he held special potentials. But he didn't simply just sit and wait for it all to come to him. It doesn't work that way.
No, he had to work hard at it-at making himself receptive for the great light. He saw it, I'm convinced, and walked forward to meet it. He had to go through many changes and conflicts on the way-just like in any life.
He was born of the flesh, and he experienced the flesh, too, before finding God head.
That part of it came to me in a dream. I saw Jesus walking down this street, in my dream. Along both sides of the street were prostitutes. They were beckoning him.
In my dream, I saw Jesus walk up to a beautiful dark girl, she looked a lot like me.
Not that I think I'm so beautiful.
In the dream, the girl looked a great deal like me. That's all. And then, I was that girl. It was I who stood against the wall, in the thin silken garment. Those were my firm, ripened breasts that the Lord was looking at through my gown.
He was a young man at this point. He still had youthful lust and a boyish need for adventure. I watched his penis swell beneath his robe, as he smiled, and stared into my eyes.
I felt wicked. I felt like the whore of Babylon. I knew I wasn't, not really. It was sort of like a game. I was being his opposite. By being opposites, we excited each other very much. That's what the attraction was, I do believe.
I can even recall the dialogue of the dream. "How much do you cost, my lovely?" he asked.
"Ten dinars," I said.
"I am just the poor son of a carpenter," he said. "I cannot afford so much."
"I'll give you a special price, because I like you so much," I said. "You do something special for me."
"You're sweet," he smiled.
"Come with me," I said, my heart fluttering with excitement, my nipples standing erect with anticipation.
My vagina was warm, and I cc*ild feel the hot juices begin to stir within. It seemed very rare for me to feel this way about a man. In real life, I don't think I ever felt that level of excitement before.
Entering my small quarters, the Lord sat on a colorful pillow, and I reclined on a series of other pillows. I had covered the walls and ceiling of my room with colorful Arabic textiles, creating a very sensuous environment.
"I feel as though I have been directed to you," he said. "It seems as though we are meant to be together."
"We are," I said.
"I sense that this youthful passion which stirs inside me, won't always be with me," the young man said, his eyes twinkling with light. "This is just a phase, I know. Beyond this mortal passion, is something much higher. You, my lovely friend, are evil. I sense it about you. It's as though we are opposites. That's probably why we are together right now. Yes, you are evil, and I am good.
"I understand the need for us to counter-balance each other," he said. "It is good. Perhaps, together, we can neutralize these extremes. Thus, if you become with child, it will be a child of pure balance."
I understood precisely what he was saying to me in the dream. And as I lifted my robes over my head, exposing my nubile young body, the young man looked upon me with great lust.
"Oh, you are lovely," he sighed. "Your breasts are young and firm. Your nipples are pinkened-the hue of purity. I want to touch your firm, smooth flesh, to run my hand slowly down over your belly, to the mound of your lust, which lies between your tender young thighs. I want to suck from the fountain of your sex, and to run my tongue slowly over the tenderness of your vaginal lips and your clitoris.
"I want to press my manhood deeply into your vagina. And I want to fill your behind, also, with my flesh. I want us to be joined together in a hot embrace, which overcomes all physical limitations."
"I, too, want all of these things," I said, in the dream.
The handsome young man stood, and lifted his robes over his head. He exposed his firm young body to me, and I was hungry to feel his sex inside of me. I was hungry to have his cock fill my pussy. I wanted to feel his lips and mouth over my paps, my vagina, and anus. I wanted to give myself to him completely. I wanted to be one with him. I wanted to be joined in the lust and joy of a sexual embrace, that I knew would transform me, even in my sleep-my dreams.
I lay on my back on the pillows, and the Lord to be crouched beside me. He gently passed his hand over my dark hair, and staring into my black eyes, he brought his lips to mine. He kissed me tenderly, working his tongue slowly down into my mouth. I grasped his tongue with my mouth, and sucked at it. It was warm, and slippery, and I felt hot flashes of pleasure work through me.
My body was filled with desire for this man. I wanted only him. I wanted so much. I placed my hand on his stiffened organ, and felt it pulsating with hungry desire. He wanted me very much. I could tell.
With my legs spread widely apart, he moved between my thighs, and pressed his mouth to my organ. He sucked at it, and ran his tongue slowly over the surface of my sex. His tongue slid slowly inside my vagina, and up against my clitoris. As he took my clit flesh into his mouth, and began sucking at it, I felt a shudder of pure joy and passion work through me-beginning at my toes, and working up to the very roots of the hair on my head.
I writhed about on the bed, growing hotter and hotter. He pressed a finger into my vagina, and another finger into my anus. Doubly finger-fucking me, thusly, he excited me in a way that I have never been excited before.
I began to pant, like an animal. My body was stiff with desire. I could feel the hot juices boil in my pussy. "I come," I howled.
As I came, again, and again, the handsome young man continued to suck at my clit. He pulled at it tightly between his teeth. My body was filled with passion. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to flutter with happiness. I was with him. We were together, joined by my orgasmic delight.
As the passion of my orgasmic release continued to carry me along, on blissful wings, the rare jewel of a young man crouched between my thighs, and pressed his tool slowly up into my moistened opening. My entire body quaked with passion as the organ slid slowly inside of me.
Working up against the sensitive walls of my pussy, and touching my clitoris, my body quivered with delight.
In the dream, the young Lord to be, pressed the entire length of his organ deeply inside of me. .1 felt him touch the mouth of my cervix with his meat stick. I closed my vaginal lips tightly on his tool, and worked my pussy about on him.
I could feel his tool throbbing about inside of me, as he rode me high, pressing up against my clitoris. Throughout my body, hot, tingly waves of passionate delight filtered through me.
My entire body was transformed into a conduit of sheer pleasure. From the tips of my toes, to the ends of my long, black, silken hair, I was on fire with the flame of lust.
I wrapped my legs tightly around the Lord's body, pulling his fuck shaft deeply inside of me.
He worked his tool about in my opening, thrilling me completely, lighting the furnace of my inside. I rolled about, so that I was sitting atop his cock. I lowered my mouth to his, and kissed him properly, working my tongue about in his mouth. Reaching for my breasts, the young Lord-to-be grasped my breasts, and pulled at my nipples. His organ was pulsating with hot desire. His nuts were filled with creamy surprise delight, just for me.
I pressed my mouth to his, while he toyed with my breasts, and I worked my cunt about on his cock shaft.
We were burning up together. We were on fire with each other's lust. My pussy throbbed with passion and my clitoris trembled. And then he came inside me. He moaned softly, lovingly, as his tool shot off inside me.
We rolled over, as he ejaculated. The sensation was most pleasant. His cock was working rapidly in and out of me, shooting hot spunk, and together, we experienced a momentous, delightful ride into eternal glee.
After I had milked his cock dry, he pulled out of me, and lay by my side. He was so affectionate, that it was a delight. His lips moved over mine. His tongue worked slowly, lovingly, in and out of my mouth. His cock was still firm.
"Turn over, my lovely," he sighed.
I did so. He sighed with delight at the sight of my ass.
"Such a firm, lovely young ass," he sighed. "I can't wait to fill it with my seed." , "Oh, do be gentle," I begged.
"You needn't worry about that," he said. "I will indeed fill it with tenderness and pleasure."
With that, he reached into his robes, and removed a small jar of ointment.
Spreading the ointment on his cock, and pressing a large gob of the thick paste into my anus, spreading me open with his fingers, as he did so, I knew that I was in for a real hot ass fuck. This would be different, I knew, than any ass fuck previously.
The Lord-to-be, in the dream, moved his hands over my breasts, while I raised my pelvis up off the bed. He moved his hand slowly down to my pussy, and squeezed it, running several fingers into my vagina, and then over my clit, while his organ tip touched the surface of my asshole.
He began to press slowly down inside of me.
It didn't hurt at all. It was like magic.
In fact, it felt divinely delicious. He pulled at my sensitive clitoris, working it about in his fingers, as he pressed his throbbing cock stick slowly in and out of my asshole.
I was on fire with passion. I writhed about against him, feeling his tool bang away in my asshole, while he pulled at my clit.
I was on fire with passion. He was like water, cooling me, as his organ worked about in my rear portal.
It was a most keen pleasure.
He pulled at my clit, so that my entire body erupted with deliciousness. He moved his organ slowly, deeper into my asshole, while pulling at my clit. I was engulfed in passion.
I lifted my ass up high, feeling him pound his tool in and out. He worked his way inside of me to the hilt, and there came temporarily to rest.
His nuts were resting up against the sides of my asshole. I could feel his peter pulsating deeply inside of me. My bowel walls were convulsive with delight. I felt his peter work slowly down into the depths of my asshole. He was throbbing like mad, and then he filled my ass completely. I could hardly believe how wonderful it felt.
He then began to nibble on the back of my neck, while working his tool slowly in and out of my asshole.
I could feel a high degree of passion building in my groin and my ass region.
His fingers were working delightfully over my clitoris, pulling at it, turning me on like I haven't been turned on in a very long time.
I worked my ass about wildly, groaning with pleasure, while his organ banged in and out of my asshole. He pulled at my clitoris, and sucked at the sensitive flesh on the back of my neck.
I can't tell you with words exactly how exalting it was. It was very hot and pleasurable.
The Lord-to-be worked his organ about in my anus, while pumping, and breathing deeply.
Even in the dream, it seemed as though I could feel his hot, passionate sweat dripping down on me.
I could feel his cock pulsating wildly in my rectum. He was pumping furiously. It wasn't going to be long at all until he shot his load deeply into my ass. I was terrified that it would all end.
I didn't want the wonderful, beautiful dream to be over. I wanted it to go on and on and on.
I pressed my ass up high against his intruding cock, and groaned with pleasure as the organ worked about in my hole.
He was biting at the back of my neck, pulling at my clitoris, and pumping in and out of my asshole like a madman.
It was simply a question of time. And I knew the time was approaching swiftly. His organ pressed all the way down inside of me, and then he moaned into my ear, and shot his load of hot stuff.
I was overwhelmed with delight and with passion.
I writhed about on the bed, while he worked his tool in and out of my anus.
He bit into the back of my neck, and the cock continued to spurt. I felt as though I were bathing in virgin milk.
And then I woke up.
INTERVIEW TWO
The initial session with Dale ran longer than I had expected. I didn't want to let her go until I had heard the dream in its entirety. Unfortunately, I had a paranoid schizophrenic waiting outside for his appointment, and I didn't want to lose his trust by taking too much of his time away.
So, I had to wait for the second session to get to the meat of the subject. What follows is transcribed from tapes.
It really is a lousy shame, Doctor, that we didn't have a chance to continue with the first session. We could have gone on and on. But where would we have ended up? I was feeling some very strong sexual vibes from you, while I was relating my dream to you. Is it difficult for you to listen to my experiences, with detachment?
I see. No, I don't think I'm trying to seduce you. Are you trying to seduce me? Fine, then I guess we should just continue.
Yes, I am feeling fine. I felt the baby move inside of me last night. He's going to be a healthy guy, I can feel that already.
How do I know it's a he?
Well, that's just my intuition. But I am sure of it. It's all part of the dream, you see.
When I woke from that dream, I spent a lot of time thinking about it. It wasn't just your run-of-the-mill dream, now, was it? I had to figure it out.
In the dream, I was evil. I was dark, and dressed in sheer silks. I was the seductress. He, on the other hand, was pure and sweet. After he made love to me, I felt as though I had been transformed. I felt as if I had taken on some of his qualities. And he had taken on mine.
I felt very much joined with him. Funny, he had an almost wicked look in his eyes, when he pulled his schlong out of me. I guess I was a bit much for him. He hadn't expected those changes.
But when he was finished with me, and his eyes were once more clear, and filled with light, it was obvious to me that he had grown from the experience. An even greater light shined, than before.
It made me feel good to know that I had had an effect on him.
What I figured out from the dream, was that if I was to really grow-truly expand-I would have to find someone evil. Yes, I had to exalt the goodness in me, by counter-balancing it with evil. It was the same role I had played for the Lord to be in my dream.
I wasn't sure how to approach any of it, as I was indeed, quite the innocent at the time.
I took to hanging out in bars.
That's how I met Art. He was a strange character. When he walked into the bar, dressed from head to toe in black leather, his eyes narrowed hatefully, I knew that Mister Evil himself had just strolled into my life.
Funny how things work-coincidentally, I mean. There he was, the guy I was looking for.
He had stepped right into my life, as if on cue.
I walked up to him, as if a magnet had pulled us together-positive and negative charges.
"What do you want, bitch?"
"I want you," I said, with a casual air that surprised me.
"Okay, cunt," he smiled, showing me several shiny gold teeth, "if it's a black leather boy you're seeking, you've come to the right place. Come with me."
I followed him outside, like a lamb following the wolf.
He straddled his black Harley-Davidson, and indicated that I should sit behind him.
It was a small seat, and my pussy was jammed up against his leather breeches. It was exciting, to feel the big motor cycle rumbling between my legs. It was like riding thunder. My clitoris was shaking with excitement. My vagina was dribbling with hot vaginal juices.
I put my arms around Art, and held him tightly to me, while we raced down the street.
My long black hair was waving out into the wind behind me as we raced down the road.
The bike was rumbling between my legs, and every inch of my body was electrified with hot sexual joy.
I spread my legs as widely as I could, and pressed my groin up against him. The smell of the leather, the heat of the cycle, and the feel of his ass up against my groin, intoxicated me in a most agreeable manner.
I felt like the virgin princess who had been abducted by the black knight. And it was turning me on.
I didn't know where we went, or even how long it took to get there. All I know is that, suddenly, the bike was turned off. He were in front of an old apartment building.
He put his hairy, tattooed arm around my waist, and holding me tightly to him, we walked together up the stairs.
His heavy motorcycle boots made a lot of noise as they banged on the cement steps.
I looked down at his tattoo. It was a black panther. The creature had the tiniest bit of red cock head pressing out of his furry phallic sheath.
He opened the door to his apartment, and thrust me inside. I fell, landing on a sheep skin rug.
"Don't move!" he said, taking off his leather vest, black tee-shirt, and black motorcycle cap. He ran his fingers threw his thick mop of greasy black hair.
He had several scars across his face, which I hadn't noticed earlier.
"You're a fair one," he laughed. "How the hell did you end up in my web?"
"It was meant to be," I said.
"Yeah, it's meant to be all right," he laughed. "It's meant to be that I tie you up, whip the ever-lovin' shit out you, and then fuck you like you never been fucked before like unto death."
He had a heavy rap.
But, it did turn me on. I creamed in my jeans, just thinking about all the evil things he had planned for me.
He walked up to me, and nudged my breasts with the toe of his heavy black motorcycle boots.
"Kiss my boot, bitch!" he sniffed, pressing the filthy leather up against my scarlet, pure lips.
I kissed the filthy boot.
"Now lick it, too, cunt!"
I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over the boot. I could taste road grime, tar, and oil, not to mention shoe wax.
"Tastes good, eh?" he laughed. "Like my asshole is going to taste, when you shove your tongue up it."
It was filthy, corrupt lingo, all right, but it excited me, nevertheless. I had to experience my opposite nature, at least one time. There I was, with a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Satan, about to have my pussy abused, and I thought it was all great.
He pulled off his black leather pants, and stood naked before me. He was a well-built man, with huge muscles. His body was covered with coarse hair. And his cock and balls-shit, they belonged more on a horse, than they did on a man.
I watched his muscles ripple, as he moved towards the closet. I saw a spotted leopard tattooed over his ass cheek, It really knocked me for a loop.
I was completely overwhelmed by it all. I was on fire with it. My pussy was dripping hot cunt juice. My nipples were erect.
This man was really evil. He was the most perfect opposite. And that meant a lot.
Any young, well brought up girl, like me, would have been filled with terror, to be lying on her back like that, on the floor, atop a lamb skin, with a naked beast of a man-his body covered with wicked cats-fetching a long, black bull whip from the closet.
Art cracked the whip a few times in the air, for effect, and then told me to remove my clothes.
I undressed in a jiffy.
"Real nice stuff," he smiled, his gold teeth glittering. "You're a real nice looking little cunt. I'll bet you're practically a virgin."
"I am," I admitted. The truth of the matter was that I had only messed around a little with boys my own age. I had had a few cocks inside of me-but this was the first time, not including my dream, when I was going to really get properly fucked. I sensed it.
I had ovulated just a few days earlier. I knew I was as fertile as a turtle. And that's precisely why I was with him.
"Have you ever been properly whipped before, bitch?" he asked.
"No," I admitted.
"Well, all of that is about to change."
It was at precisely that point, that he cracked the whip over me. The sting of the lash filled me with pain. It was certainly a new experience for me to endure such pain.
Again and again he cracked the whip against me. I cried out, though I hadn't wanted to. I just couldn't hold back.
I was overcome with the most strange blending of pain and pleasure. I hardly knew what to do about it.
Again and again he cracked the whip against me. I cried out with pain. He bent down' beside me, and grabbing me by the hair, spat into my face. "That's just to let you know that I don't think you're so cool, after all. Can you dig it, bitch?"
"I don't care what you do to me," I said. "Just fuck me. That's all I want."
"There will definitely be some of that happening," he laughed. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that."
He dropped the whip, and straddling my face, pressed the crown of his phallus up against my lips. He slowly entered my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsating.
He was hot, all right. He was real hot.
He pressed the entire length of his organ into my mouth. I nearly gagged on the monster of a cock as it jammed up against my tonsils. It was a hell-of-a nice fuck stick-so big, and fat. It hurt my jaw to take all of him in, but I managed it.
He moved his tool in and out of my mouth. His furry nuts rubbed up against my lips and chin.
I knew he was going to come in my mouth. It was just a question of when. He pumped furiously. In and out the thick fuck shaft worked. His nuts rubbed continuously against my face.
He was panting with pleasure. His organ was just about to explode inside my mouth.
He was working it furiously in and out of my mouth, and then he groaned, and discharged dramatically into my mouth. I felt his hot lust lather wash up against the back of my throat, and trickle down slowly.
I was filled with glee and sexual longing.
Pumping faster, he filled my mouth with the jism. I swallowed hard.
"That's a good little bitch," he sighed, as he pulled his still quite erect fuck stick from out of my mouth. He let it rest between my breasts, a few droplets of jism still trickling out.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed. "That's real nice.' He squeezed my firm young breasts together against his cock, and worked his stiffened tool in and out of my cleavage.
I was hot with passion. The huge cock was working rapidly in and out of the tightened space.
I was soon going to be ready to be fucked. I sensed it. I wanted it. I lusted for it.
"You're getting real hot, aren't you, cunt?" he smiled, pulling at my hair.
"You turn me on," I sighed, come dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. "You turn me on a lot."
"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled, and then slapped me fiercely across the mouth.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of my mouth.
"I needed to," he smiled.
Before I had quite recovered from the severe slapping, he was between my creamy young thighs, pulling my labial lips apart, and running his tongue slowly up and down the length of my sensitive fuck tissue.
I was filled with a great desire. Pleasure engulfed me. I was overwhelmed by it all.
He moved his tongue in and out of my pussy, warming me up, lubricating me, and filling me with a delicious desire. I was filled with lust. I was, for a moment in time, a wanton hussy-transformed by him.
Lifting my ass up onto his lap, he licked at my cunt, and ran his tongue in and out of my pussy hole. He closed his lips over my clit, and began sucking on it, as though it were a tiny cock.
I was certainly hot.
He ran his tongue about in my hole, and pulled at my clit, and suddenly I came.
It just struck like lightning. I knew it was feeling good, but I had no idea that it was that good.
It's always a treat for me when it grabs me like that. I like it when the orgasm just sneaks up on me, and grabs me, unaware.
It always fills me with delight.
His tongue was really going to town on my clit, and in my hole. His fingers were jammed up both my cunt and asshole.
The orgasm just went on and on, and I didn't know if it would ever stop. That's how good it felt. It really felt good.
Suddenly, he had pulled his mouth away from my pussy, and he was looming over me.
He pressed the head of his dick into my moistened box. He began to work it about.
It was happening now, exactly as I wanted it to happen.
I was filled with pleasure, my orgasm having just passed. I was quite pleased with my state of mind. I felt the organ slide down deep inside of me. I wanted his seed.
I wanted this beast-this opposite of me-to fill me with his demonic seed. I just knew that the little boy who would be born would be special, would be a cross between good and evil, canceling out both extremes.
It would be a work of high magical transmutation.
I wrapped my legs around him, and rocked back, so that when he did shoot, his spunk would fill my cunt completely.
I returned his cock thrusts, moaning with delight as his tool worked in and out of my pussy.
I pumped him with as much force as he pumped me. He was really getting hot. His salty sweat was dripping down on my face and chest, while his huge tool banged away in my cunt hole.
It was a delicious feeling. I was overwhelmed with delight. I was filled with pleasure.
His tool worked all the way inside of mejust where I wanted it, pressed up against the mouth of my cervix.
Art pumped harder and faster, and his organ suddenly spat hot lust juice up against my uterus.
The droplets of spunk filled the neck of my womb, dribbling down into my womb.
It had happened. I knew it. I was pregnant. Just like that.
Art continued to pump, milking his cock in my cunt. But that didn't matter to me anymore.
I did try to give him some pleasure. I most certainly didn't want to deprive him of his pleasure. I simply wanted to feel personal delight in the knowledge, the glory, of being with child.
After Art had finished milking his cock in my pussy, he pulled out and knelt beside me.
"That felt mighty nice, you know that?"
"Thanks," I sighed. "That's real nice to know."
"You're a funny cunt, you know?"
"Yeah," I smiled.
"Well, I'm getting tired," he said. "Just roll over and show me your sweet ass. I want to slide right on in there."
I did as I was told. The come had been in my pussy long enough. If there was an egg to be fertilized, it most definitely was going to get fertilized. There was little doubt about that.
I assumed the knee-chest position, as I knew it would provide the most comfort for the two of us.
With my ass perched high in the air, he moved in behind me, and spreading my ass cheeks widely apart, ran his tongue slowly into my asshole. It felt peculiar and nice, at the same time.
I felt warm jism slowly dribble from my pussy hole, while his tongue worked about in my asshole.
I reached for my own clit, as I knew that by relaxing, it would make it much easier to take Art's organ up my rectum.
I frigged myself with gusto, while feeling the man press a finger up my ass, and then two, three, four and then he had his entire hand up my ass. No amount of frigging could get me over that painful hurdle.
I bellowed with pain, as the hairy hand worked about in my rectum.
"Cool it, bitch," he snarled. "It makes me feel good."
"It's killing me."
"I doubt it," he smiled, as he pressed his tool slowly up against my rear portal.
I felt his stiffened organ slowly press down into the depths of my asshole.
I shuddered from head to toe with delight as the tool worked about in my rectum.
The pain was passing, being replaced by pleasure. The tool worked slowly in and out of my asshole. I was hot with pleasure. I was feeling mighty good.
He was moaning, obviously on the brink. He was just about to shoot off inside of me. I knew it was coming. I braced myself for it.
"Oh, you wicked little angelic whore," he groaned, as he porked me powerfully in the ass. "I can't tell you how divine this is. I just don't want it to stop. I want to go on ramming my tool in and out of your ass until I fill you completely. I want to shoot my load up your ass, so that my spunk comes out your mouth."
"Yeah, that's what I want, too," I sighed, while his tool pounded, and I frigged myself.
We were both burning up with passion. I was beside myself with delight, as I felt the hardened cock meat ramming in and out of my ass. He reached for my clit, and pulled at it, overwhelming me with delight.
I pressed my hand over his, so that we were both masturbating me. We were both burning up with delight.
Art's huge tool was working continuously in and out of my asshole. I could feel the tension building. I could feel the pleasure of the orgasm to come. I lifted my ass high, and was overwhelmed with satisfaction, as Art trembled all over, and discharged his load of hot love juice into my behind.
I felt it rush up deep inside me. We were finished. Soon, I knew, I would be going home.
The only thing I wanted to do was to make preparations for bringing my child into this world.
CONCLUSION
My sessions with Dale were most enlightening. I can't really say, in all fairness, that there was anything wrong with her. She had had a most remarkable dream, and felt compelled to live it out in reality.
I told her that I would be most interested in seeing her after she gave birth to the child. I thought that would be most interesting.
I couldn't believe that what she said was true-that some sort of perfect child would be born by the coition of good and evil. But it was an interesting philosophical point, and I looked forward-to finding out.
Dale said she would be back to me after delivering her child.
All in all, I would have to say that she is a very brave girl for acting out her fantasies.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Helga Rankin AGE: Twenty-Seven
INTERVIEW ONE
Helga, an extraordinary blonde of German extraction, was referred to me by one of my former patients. During our brief, but deep, discussion over the phone, I was informed that she had experienced a very strange dream, which she wanted me to help interpret.
As I have a strong background in Jungian dream analysis training, I immediately scheduled her for an initial consultation. What follows is the taped transcript of my first session with the attractive German woman.
Thank you for agreeing to see me on such short notice. I've been so shaken up by my dream, that I hardly know what to make of it. I can't stop thinking about it. It haunts me day and night.
Yes, I'll describe the dream. It was peculiar, because in the dream, I was a man. I knew it was me, but I was aware of the fact that it was the male side of me, or at least some man who was like me.
I was in prison. I'm not quite sure what I had done wrong, but I knew that I was to be executed. It was a frightening feeling. I tried to relax with it. I was frightened. So strange, to be in a prison, and not know why.
It didn't really seem like a prison. It seemed more like the large floor of a house-almost like a school room, minus the desks and chairs. All I could remember for sure, was that there was a large sofa. I was sitting on it. There was a blond male guard. I couldn't quite see his face.
But I distinctly remember him telling me that I was going to have to be gassed.
I asked what I had done wrong, and he read off a list of grievances. I wasn't quite able to remember what they were. I had rebelled, I think, against something. It was something to do with morals, or religion. I'm not sure.
I was in that prison for a few days. I remember having a dream while I was there. It was a dream within a dream, really, because the prison was, a dream.
In the dream, I saw two of my old school mates-from high school. That was nearly fifteen years ago. They were good friends. It was nice seeing them. They didn't recognize me at first.
But as soon as they did, they vanished.
It reminded me of a story my mother had told me, when I was quite young. Although I was her first born, her only daughter, She'd miscarried two twin boys. She lost them in the toilet, she said.
Her brothers, my uncles were twins.
All of this, in the dream, I recall, made some sort of sense to me. I apparently had a twin somewhere. This twin was lost to me somehow. I remember feeling a great deal of guilt.
This prison guard kept telling me that I had done wrong. And that I was to be executed.
The knowledge of that terrified me. In a way, I sensed that there was nothing to be afraid of. I knew, somehow, as if instinctively, that there was no such thing as death. And yet I was afraid.
Perhaps it was merely fear of the unknown.
The hour had come for my execution.
I was crying, pleading with the prison guard. And suddenly, he was transformed into a woman. In the dream, she was blonde, and lovely, almost a mirror image of myself. She was dressed in black leather, and in her hand, she held a long riding crop.
It was a beastly object. In the dream, I was suddenly naked, and lying on my belly, on the floor.
The leather-clad prison guard stepped up to me, and cracked the whip over my naked body. I was terrified.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't you get off on pain?"
"No," I cried out, as the whip tore into my breast.
She cracked the leather instrument of pain and torture again and again against my breasts and nipples.
The whip crashed again and again against my belly and pussy. I was crying out with pain.
That only seemed to make her feel good.
Suddenly, I was a man again. I was naked, and my erection was standing straight up. In this most curious dream, she smiled, as if it had been expected that I would be a man again. She bent down and took hold of my pecker. She squeezed it firmly, while lowering her mouth to the head of my organ. Her tongue moved over my manhood, gently caressing me, until my organ was throbbing with hot lust. She moved her mouth down over the knob of my sex, and sucked her way down to the base. Holding my nuts tightly, squeezing them, and moving her mouth slowly down the head of my prick, I felt a warm shuddering pleasure move up through my bowels, from rectum to mouth.
I was completely overwhelmed with pleasure. My body was burning up with lust and joy. Her mouth was moving like a power post hole digger, as it moved swiftly up and down the length of my manhood.
I could feel the organ swelling, filled with passion. I could feel my entire body perched on the precipice of letting go. I wanted to fly out through the prison windows on the wings of orgasm.
Suddenly, my organ shot off in her mouth. She sucked up my spunk, swirling it about in her mouth, and letting it run slowly down the back of her throat.
It was a most delightful sensation, especially considering what a dismal, morose dream it was-being in prison, about to be executed.
It just didn't make much sense to me to be constantly transformed back and forth-from woman to man, and then back to woman again. The same with the guard. That was a most preposterous situation.
But then I began to ponder the whole issue of past lives-of reincarnation. I wondered if it wasn't all just me, switching back and forth, between beings I have been, and will be again. Man, woman, child.
I was a woman again. I was on my back, with my legs spread widely apart, and the prison guard mounted me.
His thick organ pressed deeply inside me. He worked his tool from side to side, and in and out of my orifice. I could feel the tension building. I could feel the organ preparing to shoot hot spunk inside of me.
The prison guard pumped harder and harder inside my pussy, and then he came. I came as well, feeling his hot jism rush into my pussy.
The sensation of the hot organ juice inside of me was quite satisfying. It was quite fulfilling.
He worked his tool about inside my slash, spilling his jism load, and then he pulled out of me.
"Turn over, bitch," he said. "One time in your ass, before I gas you."
I can't imagine what I had done wrong in my life to deserve such brutal treatment-not to mention being gassed.
It must be all some sort of guilt complex. I guess I feel inordinately silly about all sort of things.
On my belly, lifting my ass up to meet him, I felt his huge organ press powerfully down into my asshole.
He worked his tool swiftly in and out of my tightened rectum. The fit was extremely tight. I was aware of a feeling of hot passion stirring inside of me. I was going to let go with a stunning, overwhelming discharge of orgasmic delight.
I reached for my clitoris, and worked my fingers rapidly over it. I could feel the cock pulsating deeply inside of me. I was aware that there was soon going to be a rush of. hot come up my ass.
I pulled at my clit, overwhelmed with delight, and suddenly he shot off inside of me. My entire body was overwhelmed with delight. His organ was throbbing like an electric eel. He shoved himself all the way in to the hilt, and there came to rest, momentarily. Suddenly, I was again overwhelmed with orgasm, as the guard ejaculated into my behind.
As he pulled out of me, I was suddenly a man again, and he was a prison guard. Judging by the look in his eyes, I had imagined all of this.
"Are you ready to die?" he asked.
"No, please don't kill me," I pleaded in my dream, suddenly, my mind grappled for people who could save me. I called out to family, and loved ones. I wanted someone to save me.
But no one could save me. I was on my own. "It won't hurt," he said. "Just breathe normally, and before you know it, it will be over."
I watched him leave. I was in panic.
I didn't want to die. I wondered if it was true-that it wouldn't hurt. More than anything, it was the pain of dying that frightened me. It wasn't the dying itself.
There was suddenly a sheet of paper and a pencil before me. I began to scribble. I can't remember what it was I was trying to write.
I felt myself growing very tired. I could hardly move. Even the act of moving the pen across the paper was too much for me.
I was crying, I think.
Suddenly, a feeling of relaxation came over me. I wasn't fighting at all anymore. I was feeling good.
Well, not exactly good, but I was relaxed. I wasn't fighting.
I simply drifted into a sort of coma. I felt myself letting go. I was suffocating. But it wasn't so bad. The air was slowly being sucked out of me.
I closed my eyes, and felt everything fade away.
"Unto your hands, Lord, I deliver my soul," I said. "I had surrendered." And then I woke.
I must say that I was quite upset after that dream. It really got to me. It really bothered me.
I was confused and shaken. I lay in bed for hours, quivering with fear. And then I simply let it go. The dream, that is. There was a message in it. I was sure of that. , I decided that the best way to find out, was to work in a prison. I had seen a sign in the subway, advertising for state correctional officers. The pay was fifteen thousand to start. I decided I would give it a whirl.
INTERVIEW TWO
I told Helga that I thought it was a good idea to face the fears of her dream. I didn't see how it could hurt, and besides, I thought she would do quite well. Fifteen thousand dollars is nothing to shake a stick at.
Six months had transpired, when Helga called my office to arrange for a second session. She sounded quite pleased on the phone. She looked rather smart in her correctional officer's uniform, as well.
What follows is a taped transcript of my second session with Helga.
Well, a lot has happened since I saw you last. I feel in many ways that I am a completely different person.
I don't know what to say about it. It was as though I was born to work in a prison. It's the best job I've ever heard.
Doctor, I hope this won't freak you out, but I've discovered that I'm a lesbian.
That's why in the dream, I kept changing back and forth between female and male.
You would be surprised at how lovely the female inmates are.
They really like me, too. I guess my long blonde hair, lovely figure, and the authoritarian uniform has something to do with that.
When I walk up and down the cell block, with the attractive inmates ogling me, it makes me feel so desirable. I just can't tell you.
I was very sweet, at first. But then I discovered that what these kind of young women really wanted was hot punishment.
They wanted to be whipped, and sexually abused by me.
At the state prison, there was every type of woman that one could imagine.
All types!
There were two young chicks on death row.
One of them was a blonde, and the other was a Negress.
They were both extremely lovely.
And, in return for special favors-mostly cigarettes, candy, etc.-they let me torture them and sexually abuse them.
I would never have thought-in a million years-that I would be that way.
But I was.
Sonofabitch, I had it in me-the demon of perversion.
When I was working the graveyard shift, I would take some cigarettes, and now and then a joint, up to the girls. I would visit them one at a time.
They were both in for murdering their husbands. But they were really nice girls. I don't think they would have killed anyone else. They just had something against their old men.
The blonde was named Terry. The lovely Negress was called Diane.
I liked Terry especially. She was a particularly lovely young woman. Her hair was the color of spun gold. Her figure was extremely attractive. I always made Terry undress before I gave her her treats.
I liked to watch her standing naked before me, her golden pubes covering her sweet, pink fuck meat. I would stand there, hitting my riding crop against my boot, while I watched her smoke.
When she was finished, I would remove my uniform, and sitting on the edge of her bunk, I would have her suck on my pussy. She would shove her tongue up my cunny, and work it about, while her hands squeezed my breasts.
I couldn't believe that I was going to make fifteen thousand a year for having so much fun.
She pressed a finger up my ass, and another finger up my pussy, while her mouth came down to my clit, and she sucked at it. The organ swelled with passion, and I worked my pelvis about, up against her tongue, while my body swelled with delight.
Her tongue moved down to my anus, and slowly entered my rear passage, while her fingers continued to work over my clitoris.
It was great.
After making me come with her tongue, she would hold me tightly against her naked body, while we lay on the bed.
I enjoyed the sensation of her breasts and pussy pressed against mine. A hot spasm of heat worked through our bodies as we held each other tightly.
I suppose, for her, being incarcerated, in bondage, it meant a great deal to be able to share her body with someone else.
I rolled her over on her back, and mounting her, worked my clitoris about against hers.
Both of us rapidly became hot as hell. We were burning up with passion as her clit and my clit rubbed together.
Often, we would enjoy simultaneous orgasms in this manner. We would hold each other tightly, rubbing our bodies up together, masturbating against each other. And when we came, it felt delicious.
We were both overwhelmed.
The black girl in the adjoining cell, Diane, always took off her clothes and played with herself while she watched Terry and I get it on.
She would use her toothbrush as a dildo, working it about in her pussy hole.
I liked to watch her glistening black flesh sparkle with beads of perspiration, while I worked my mouth, cunt, and body over Terry's, and watched the dark woman frig herself.
It was so perverse-I just couldn't believe it.
After leaving Terry, I would go to the adjoining cell, and start on Diane. Perhaps because of an inherent prejudice, I felt much more inclined to give Diane a hard time.
In exchange for her extra ration of cigarettes, and now and then a joint, I would force her to submit to the most cruel abuse.
I would handcuff her to the posts of the bed, on both her belly and ass, and using my billy club, as an oversized, and rather firm dildo, I would lubricate it by rubbing it up against her vaginal entrance.
I don't think she really liked me much, that Negress. But she put up with my perversions, on account of the power I held over her. Power over another soul can be so delicious.
I thought I could go on with impunity forever-at least until all the girls' appeals had been exhausted, and they were executed.
"You really like hurting me, don't you?" Diane asked.
"It does stimulate me, if you must know the truth," I said, placing the proximal end of the billy club up my own cunt, so that we were joined by this double-ended wooden instrument of fuck.
I worked my pussy up and down on the wooden shaft, and she did the same. It was a wonderful sensation.
We were fucking each other but good. Only, I could see in her expression that she wasn't much into it. She was getting off more on hurting me, than anything else.
In and out of her cunt and my cunt, we worked the wooden stick, while we frigged ourselves.
After we had both orgasmed, I pulled the fuck stick out of her, and rolling her over on her belly, I would use the stick up her ass.
She would sometimes get quite hot, and really pump wildly up against the intruding object.
This relationship with the two girls, along with numerous other inmates, kept me happy for some time.
I couldn't ask for much more.
Unfortunately, one of the other guards turned stoolie on me, and informed the warden what was going on.
When he called me into his office, I fully expected to be fired on the spot.
I thought the joy ride was over.
But it was far from over. Warden Bill Borman's joy ride was just beginning.
"So, you are a bit of a pervert?" he asked.
"I don't know if I would go so far as to say that," I said.
"Well I would," he smiled. "Now, my sweet blonde pervert, you are going to submit to me."
"You mean, you want to take sexual advantage of me?"
"That's it in a nut shell," he smiled. "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander."
"This is an insult!"
"Don't make me laugh," the warden said. "I know for a fact that you've been carrying on for some time with the female inmates-most particularly the two young lovelies on death row.
"Now, the double-edged sword cuts both ways," he said. "Take off your clothes and let me see what you're hiding."
I didn't feel I had much of a choice, so I began to undress. When I was standing naked before him, he rose from behind his desk, and I could see that he was hiding a most mighty prick beneath his trousers.
"You are more exquisite than I thought," he said. "I don't think your uniform does you justice."
"Well, I don't know about that."
"I do," he said, undressing. "It's going to be a lot of fun to get it on with you."
"Thanks a heap," I said.
When he was fully undressed, I must admit that he had quite a nice body to admire. I moved up to him, and took his huge organ in hand. I squeezed it tightly. It had been some time since I had been involved with a man-those girls were almost more than I could deal with.
It felt nice to grip a big schlong again. I knelt to the floor before him, and took the fat organ into my mouth. I sucked at the cock head, while stroking the length of the member.
Reaching between his legs, I cupped his nuts, and squeezed them delightfully.
I pressed my mouth down over the head of the organ, sucking, jerking him off.
I could tell by the way he was groaning, that it wasn't going to take long for him to shoot off.
He forced his tool down deeply into my' mouth, where it spasmed, and hot spunk began to shoot.
I swallowed up his load of spunk, and removed my mouth from his pecker.
"That was most nice, my sweet," he smiled, standing, his cock still erect, with tiny droplets of jism still dribbling from his lumen.
"Now, I want to fuck you," he said. "Bend over the table, and let me look upon your sweet young ass.
"I think I just might want to have some fun with your rear."
I did as I was told. I leaned over the desk, and thrust my ass up high in the air. I reached around behind me, and spread my ass cheeks apart. He forced a finger up my rectum, and worked it about.
He followed the use of his one finger, with several fingers. Then he shoved three up my ass. It hurt, mostly, I think, because he wanted to hurt me. The funny thing about the warden is that he's into pain, I do believe. He's like heavy into pain.
He must be a woman hater.
Before I knew what was happening, he was behind me, holding me around the waist with one arm, and pressing the head of his pecker up against my rectum. He pressed his tool slowly up into my asshole, working it slowly in and out-just inside the rectum.
He reached around before me, and squeezed at my tits, while his organ worked in and out of my ass.
He was reaching deeper and deeper inside me. His pecker was throbbing with expectation.
I had never been so severely fuck in my life. My entire body was on fire with passion.
The organ was pounding furiously in and out-out of my ass.
I could feel several squirts of pre-come fill my ass. Then he lunged powerfully into my pussy, and discharged like a madman.
His cock shot off with hungry fury.
The warden was a man possessed. And I thought I had been bad.
He was moaning like a maniac as he pumped his tool about in my behind. I wondered if he would ever stop coming.
Finally, his nuts relaxed, and his grip on my breasts come to a halt, he pulled his cock shaft slowly out of my behind.
"Oh, that was good," he grinned, slapping my ass with his open hand. "That feels just so nice."
I tried to stand, but he forced my face down on the desk.
He continued to beat me.
He wouldn't let me up. The warden reached for a metal ruler, and began smacking me fiercely on the ass with it.
I could feel red welts rapidly forming.
The pain was getting too intense. Where was the respite? When was I going to get a break?
I knew it wouldn't come from him.
He was getting worse and worse.
I have no idea what was going on in his head. He was raging like a maniac, pumping, thrusting, trying to hurt me.
I turned around and looked into his face. It was the face of a man totally off his rocker.
He was nuts.
Before I knew what was going on, he was upon me with handcuffs. He cuffed my hands together, and beat me severely on the ass. Again and again, the ruler smashed into my ass flesh.
I thought I was going to die. And then I fainted.
CONCLUSION
I had to terminate my interview at this point. I advised the young woman that she had gone much too far with trying to act out the self as revealed in her dreams. My advice to her was to drop the job as a correctional officer, and to try to find something more in line with her needs as a human being. She agreed, and told me that she would be around in a few months to let me know how she progressed.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUJBECT: Vivian Herron AGE: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
I first saw this patient in a clinical capacity, as I contribute several hours each week to the county psychiatric hospital. The attractive brunette, according to the hospital admissions officer, was found wandering in a daze in the city, muttering strange, incomprehensible things. The staff psychiatrist, who first interviewed her, indicated in his notes that the young woman was suffering with a severe psychotic reaction, due, he indicated, to unknown circumstances. He further intimated in his notes, that the patient was uncooperative, and didn't trust him. Because of a past winning track record with such uncooperative cases, I was called in as a consultant. What follows is a taped transcript of my initial interview with this subject.
I don't want to talk to any God-damn psychiatrists. I don't trust any of you. Oh, I've been fooled before. All these people who say they mean the best for you-but they never do. That's a load of shit. It's absolutely pure, unadulterated bullshit. And I don't want any part of it-none at all.
Please leave me alone. Go away. I just want to dry up and die in this hospital room. I don't care if I ever get out. It just doesn't matter to me at all. I could care less.
Okay, I'll at least listen to you. You do seem nice, not like that other doctor who talked to me. I could tell by his tone that he didn't care much for me. He didn't care what was going on in my head. He didn't care what I was going through. It was quite clear to me that he was just doing his job, and I was just one of many cases.
Well, I don't want to be just a case. God-dammit, I'm a person. I've been through a lot. Okay, I like the way you look. I think you have a gentle soul. I'll tell you about it.
It all started about a year ago.
You see, I was really in need of some meaning in my life. It seemed like nothing was happening. I was miserable. I was just so sad.
I knew I needed direction. I didn't know how to find it. Now, I've always been a believer in coincidence. I've always felt that somehow, life would direct me along the proper course. It has always seemed to work that way, and I have always wanted to believe that it would continue like that.
It happened late one night. I think it was midnight, or close to it, on a Friday.
I was walking along the boulevard, staring into the shop windows, wondering how my life ever got to be so damn peculiar, and suddenly, there was this man before me.
He was dressed in grey and black, and he had a beard. He looked like some sort of mystic. I didn't know what to make of him.
He apparently knew what to make of me. It was as though he could read my mind.
"Why be so forlorn?" he said. "Don't you understand that you are part of the universe and you have a perfect right to be here? Why look so morose? Come with me."
I don't know why I followed him. Well, I suppose it had something to do with the fact that I found him attractive-believed that somehow he would see me through all of this shit-would protect me, and be kind to me.
I wanted to believe that-desperately so.
We went up to his room.
It was stark-like a monk's cell.
There was only one mattress on the floor, and a small bureau.
"Sit down," he said. "I need to talk to you."
I sat down. I felt completely under his spell. I felt as though I was safe with him. Well, not really safe. But I did feel as though I could trust him.
I sat there, while he rolled a joint. "The problem with you," he said, "is that you simply don't have any direction in your life. You've got to change that. You've got to charter a course for yourself, and follow it. That's extremely important.
"Now, the important thing," he went on, "is to chart a course that makes sense. You've got to select a direction for the flow of your life, which will take you to a good place. You've got to have complete trust in it. You've got to give yourself completely to it."
"What could be such a direction for me?" I asked.
"I can help you with that," he smiled. "You see, I have dedicated my life to the investigation of the sexual aspects of enlightenment." "Enlightenment?"
"Yes," he said. "I have investigated for many years the course of development along the path of spiritual unfolding. And you know what I've discovered?"
"No, what?"
"I've discovered," he smiled, running his fingers through his long, salt and pepper beard, "that the spiritual life is simply a metaphor for the sexual life. And the sexual life is a metaphor for the spiritual life.
"You see, as we find our proper path in life, we find that it can only be followed in a sexual manner. The unfolding of our sexuality is the unfolding of the spiritual truth within ourselves. That's what is important. That's all that is important."
"You mean, I must fuck my way to happiness?" I said.
"Indeed," he smiled. "You must recognize that your vagina is only a metaphor for the void of existence. This void must be filled if you are to find happiness and meaning in your life."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, I do."
"Oh, how strange. It always seemed to me that sexuality was what took me away from the direction I felt I needed to explore-from the direction of my own inner light and truth."
"That's true," he smiled. "It is indeed that-but only up to a certain point. First, you must become lost in your passion, and only through being lost, can you be found."
"This talk is spinning my head about," I said. "I just don't know what to think."
"There's nothing to think," he said. "You must simply flow with the course of events. You've got to believe that everything will work out fine. Your life depends on that hopethat faith."
"I will indeed try," I said.
"I'm glad," the man said. I never did find out his name. I forgot to ask.
"Take off your clothes," he smiled, "and let me see if you are a worthy subject."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Don't worry," he smiled. "You are on safe ground with me. I only want to help you."
I felt a little indecisive about becoming sexually involved with him. I mean, I wasn't sure if what he was saying was true-or if he was simply trying to take advantage of me like all the other men I've ever known.
I decided to take a chance with him. I don't know why. There was a stern look about him. I had an idea that he could and would hurt me if I gave him an opportunity.
Yet, in a strange way, I felt certain that I would somehow benefit from it. In some way, I would grow from the experience.
I stood and began undressing. I know that I'm beautiful. Apparently, this man in the dark clothes realized this about me. He knew that beneath my clothes, there lived a most exquisite body. I used to purposely dress in baggy clothes, to disguise my body. I didn't want people to see how beautiful I was. I didn't want men to think of me simply as a physical object.
The way I dealt with that was to disguise myself.
This man, apparently, saw right through my disguise. He realized that I was someone special.
As I undressed, his green eyes sparkled with excitement. He stared at my face, my breasts, and my groin.
"You are indeed a most attractive young woman," he smiled. "I do believe that I'm going to enjoy making love with you very much."
"So, that's it?" I said. "You just want to take advantage of me."
"No, silly," he smiled. "Don't you see that you are in bondage to your fears? I can help you. I can help you overcome this-but only by passing through the forbidden forest of your fears-your inner bondage. "Are you game?"
"I would like to grow as a person," I said. "If you can help me do this, it would make me very happy."
"Fine," he said, standing, and staring at my lovely body. "I think you are going to be just fine, honey. I'm not at all worried about you-not in the slightest."
He couldn't seem to take his eyes off me. I know I'm built well, and that I'm sexy.
It felt very nice to have so much attention.
And when the darkly dressed man undressed, and exposed his body to me, I was most impressed with the way he was built. His body was quite muscularly developed, and covered with coarse, sexy hair.
His cock was quite large-larger than any I had previously encountered.
I felt a sudden rush of sexual interest in this man. I wanted him. I wanted him very much. He walked slowly towards me and I closed my eyes, expecting a warm, gentle kiss.
But that's not what I got. Instead, I was slapped severely across the face. He slapped me so hard, that I reeled, and could no longer stand.
I fell to the floor, cowering, weeping, fearful of more abuse to come.
The man knelt by my side. "You must understand," he said, "that I am doing this for your own good. I want to help you. You must believe me."
"I believe you," I said. "But do you have to be so rough?"
"You need to be awakened," he smiled. "You must understand how important this is. I want to wake you from this slumbering ignorance of yours."
With that, the man began to beat me about the face and body. He slapped me across the face, pummeled my breasts, and squeezed my pussy so hard, that I feared it would bleed.
He had a most intense look on his face as he was doing this to me. He slapped me again and again, and twisting at my hair, until I thought he would pull it out by the roots, I burst into tears.
"Don't be a baby," he said. "Everything is going to work out just swell-you'll see."
But he kept hitting me. And as he struck me again and again, I saw that his penis was growing erect. He was going to jam himself up into me. He was going to really hurt me. That terrified me. I didn't want any part of this. I wanted to be free of all pain and misery.
"Why are you hurting me?" I asked. "I thought you want to help me?"
"This will help you," he said. "You can't imagine how much it will help you."
He left me there, naked, and hurting on the floor-quite in a state of shock.
He opened the top drawer of his bureau, and pulled out several lengths of rope.
With these, he
bound my ankles together, and my wrists. I was completely vulnerable.
"Why have you done this?" I asked. "What manner of perversion is this?"
"It's not perversion, my friend," he sighed. "I have tied you up, only to demonstrate that at this stage of your life, you are indeed in bondage. You are completely helpless, and at the mercy of the forces that be. Until you can find the flame within yourself, and direct yourself towards a significant goal, you will be lost. It is for this reason that I have bound you, hand and foot."
I lay there, bound, on the floor, with this naked, erect man, beside me.
He had an almost wicked smile on his face as he lowered his mouth to mine.
He ran his lips gently over mine, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss was gentle. But as his tongue began to work about in my mouth, and he bit my hp severely, I knew that I was in for some rough treatment.
He worked his fingers over my nipples, and began to pull at them. He was hurting me. He pulled at my paps, and squeezed my sensitive breast flesh, until I began to weep.
"Yes, cry, my dear," he smiled. "Purge yourself of your tears. Let them flow. Let all the sorrow pass from you. Feel happy. Feel at peace with yourself."
He pressed his hand down against my vagina, and squeezed it fiercely. He worked several digits into my fuck canal, and began to rub his digits about inside of me.
I was burning up with passion. My entire body was aflame with this hot desire and passion.
I don't know if I had ever been that excited before. Suddenly, I became aware of a feeling of peace, and tranquility. Despite the fact I was tied up, and this man was being quite severe with me, I felt that everything would emerge well. It was indeed an important lesson I was learning.
I just wasn't sure exactly what the lesson was.
He held me down on the floor, and pressed two fingers into my vagina. I was amazed, that despite the pain and suffering I had already been subjected to, I was moist and ready for anything.
"You're doing quite well," he smiled. "Now, suck on this."
He pressed the head of his pecker up against my lips.
I could feel the large organ pulsating as it pressed up against my lips. Slowly, the organ moved into the moistened cavern of my mouth.
I opened up wide to take him in. The organ sank slowly into my mouth. I liked the taste of him-even the salty droplets of pre-come that dribbled into my mouth.
I sucked at his pecker while he moved his schlong slowly in and out of my mouth.
I found that I actually enjoyed this abuse. I enjoyed being treated like shit.
It was sick, but I hoped it would make me better.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to cut my initial interview with Vivian short at this point, as I had to return to my office for my regularly scheduled appointments. She made me promise to return the following week to talk to her in greater depth. This was a good sign. It was clear to me that the young woman was beginning to trust. She was beginning to put her faith in me. That was a most hopeful sign. I did indeed return the following week, to additionally interview her. What follows is the taped transcript of the second meeting.
I'm actually pleased to see you, Doctor. God, I've got to get out of this place. These people truly are insane. I've got to get away from them. But how?
Oh, Doctor, if you could get me out of here, it would mean so much to me. I can't stand it here. These people are really nuts. I mean, totally wacko-as in insane. What am I going to do?
Fine, well, I do want to tell you more about what happened to me. Do you really think that by going over it again I will come to understand myself?
That's good. Okay, where did I leave off last time?
That right. The man was forcing his pecker into my mouth. He was really excited about that. He pressed the entire length of his organ down into the depths of my mouth. I could feel the head of his pecker pressing up against the back of my throat.
It was pulsating and throbbing. I knew he was going to come. I only hoped that I wouldn't gag on it. There I was, lying on my side, with my ankles and wrists bound, and he was slowly pressing his tool into my mouth, all the way. I could tell by the way the organ was throbbing, that soon it would explode inside my mouth-shooting a hot stream of jism down my throat.
I closed my eyes, and moaned, as he moaned, and shot his load of spunk into my mouth. The hot spunk rushed into my mouth, and spilled down the back of my throat.
It was thick and hot, and I gobbled it up gleefully. Only trouble was that I had a hard time swallowing it all up.
It sure was a lot of jism. I nearly gagged as the cock spat off in my mouth, flooding my senses with jism.
He forced his tool down into the depths of my mouth, and it spasmed with joy. Hot jism flooded my mouth, and began spilling out of the corners of my mouth.
I gobbled up what I could.
He worked his tool out of my mouth, and moving his hands over my breasts, squeezing them, he lay his tool between my breast mounds, and began working it back and forth in the cleavage valley.
It was a nice sensation. His cock was still big and warm, and as it slid in and out of the warm space between my breasts, I was filled with a hungry desire for pleasure that would never end.
He pressed my tits together tightly against his cock. It was as though he was fucking my tits.
It was warm and felt good.
He turned about on me, and pressing his ass up against my face, ordered me to lick his asshole.
I thought that was rather disgusting. I didn't want to do it.
But he pulled at my pubes, and threatened to tear them all out by the roots, if I didn't suck him properly.
So, feeling disgust, I raised my mouth to his ass, and slowly pressed my tongue down into the hot depths of his asshole. His ass walls closed down on my tongue, so that as I pressed my firm tongue meat in and out of his tightened opening, I could feel the warmth of his bowel. He was getting really turned on. It didn't taste so bad-not really.
Reaching down with his mouth, between my legs, he began to suck my pussy flesh. He pressed his fingers down into my gash, and then took my firm clit meat between his fingers. He pulled at it, and stroked it, until I was burning up with hot passion.
He was sucking on my clit really nicely, while I tongued his asshole.
Together, we were getting quite turned on.
And then I came. Oh, Doctor, it felt so good. The man was right, in a way, about the strange combination of pleasure and bondage. I did feel as though I was really opening up. I felt as though I was alive with passion-filled with delight.
He continued to suck at my clitoris, letting it throb in his mouth, while my body experienced passionate release after passionate release.
When my orgasmic flow had finally ceased, he pulled his tongue from my pussy, and his ass from my tongue. He turned about, and held my bound body tightly to his.
"You do indeed turn me on, my sweet," he sighed, as he untied my ankles.
"I'm going to fuck you good and properly now."
It was a most intense feeling to have my wrists bound together over my head, with my legs spread widely apart. He came in between my legs, and pressing the head of his organ up against my moistened gash, he slowly entered me.
My pussy lips closed down tightly on his pecker, and I pulled him deeply inside of me.
My pussy felt on fire with his passion.
I wanted to touch him, to hold him, while he fucked me. I was frustrated, in that I couldn't do anything with my hands. I simply lay there, like a mannequin, trying to enjoy the sexual experience, while his huge organ banged in and out of my vagina.
His cock was pulsating in my vagina. It wasn't going to be long for him to shoot-to fill me with his seed. He worked his tool faster and faster in and out of my cunt.
He pressed up against my cervix. I felt a shooting pain pass through me. He pumped furiously, filling my cunt with his huge, hot cock. And then he suddenly gasped, and his organ shot off like a Roman candle.
I loved the sensation of hot spunk rushing into my pussy hole. It bathed me with delight.
I was completely overcome with a joyous experience of total union with my sexuality and his.
Though I was bound, and he was being cruel to me-for my own good-the sensation of his hot lust lather gushing into my pussy truly turned me on. I was overcome with delight.
His pecker was pounding in and out of my cunt hole, while he leaned up against my clit.
He worked the shaft of his tool back and forth on my clit, even after he had come. It turned me on. It filled me with enormous pleasure.
I felt an orgasm coming into focus. I strained, trying to feel the power of the pleasure work through me.
I wrapped my legs tightly around this man-this stranger-and as his cock pounded in and out of my vagina, pressing up against my magic button, I suddenly was overcome with pleasure again. My body quaked with the deliciousness of total catharsis.
I wanted to flow with it. I didn't want to fight it. I wanted the flow of the sweet sexuality to go on and on. I never wanted it to stop.
After we had both finished coming, he pulled out of me, and sat beside me.
"There, don't you feel better already?"
"I feel strange," I said. "I don't know what to think."
"Don't think anything," he smiled. "As you will see, everything is working out just as it is meant to."
"I don't understand."
"Didn't I just tell you not to try to understand?" he said, slapping me fiercely across the mouth.
"Why do you have to always hurt me?" I asked, feeling a steady trickle of warm blood spill from the comer of my mouth.
"It's good for you," he said. "You've got to suffer, before you can feel peace, exaltation."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, of course," he smiled.
"Now, my sweet," he smiled, "you roll over and present to me your lovely ass. I think I just might have to spank you a bit, and run my fingers up your rectum."
"That's not funny," I protested.
"It wasn't meant to be funny," he said. "All I was trying to do was to wake you up to reality. Life is pain. There never is going to be any escape from that singular reality. So, what you must do, is simply give into it. Flow with it."
"How can someone flow with a spanking?"
"You'll see," he said, as he began rubbing my ass globes.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and lowered his mouth to my asshole. His tongue slowly entered my anus. He pressed his length down deeply into the hole.
It felt good. In fact, I couldn't believe how great it did feel.
He worked his fingers down into my asshole, and began caressing my bowel walls.
I felt a rush of hot passion work up through my intestines.
Before I knew what hit me, however, he had pulled his tongue from my asshole, and was beating me severely on the ass cheeks. Again and again he smacked me, so that I could feel huge red welts forming across my globes.
He pressed a finger up into my ass, and spun his digit about inside of me, while he pinched my ass cheeks.
"It hurts," I protested.
"So does life," he replied. "Get into it.
Accept the pain. Live for the pain. Give yourself to it fully, and you'll see that everything will work out just fine for you. You'll see."
"Oh, I do hope you are telling me the truth."
"What is truth?" he asked.
"I don't know. I only feel pain."
"That is your answer-at least on earth."
"You mean my life has to be one round of pain and suffering after another?"
"That's right," he smiled. "That's what it's all about."
He wasn't messing around at all at this point. He was smashing his fist against my ass globes. He was beating me severely on the behind.
I whimpered. I cried out with dread and fear. I simply didn't want to believe that this really was what life was all about-that this was all that life held in store for me-pain and suffering.
I didn't want to deal with it.
He suddenly stopped beating me, and moved between my thighs.
As he pressed the swollen head of his cock up against my anus, and slowly began to enter me, I felt an explosion of pain.
He was much too big. He was going to split me right up the middle with the huge tool.
I could barely deal with it. The fat organ slowly pressed up into my asshole.
I trembled from head to toe.
My body was on fire with pain and suffering.
He slowly pressed his tool up into my asshole. He worked it about, from side-to-side, and inched down into my utter depths.
The sensation of his fat, pulsating organ, working down into my ass depths, was most difficult for me.
I didn't think I could accommodate him. He was so big.
As the fat fuck organ worked slowly down into my depths, I felt a rush of hot sexual joy work through me. I felt alive with pleasure. I felt as though I was burning up with this pleasure.
He was pounding his organ in and out of my asshole. I gripped the sheets, holding on for life itself, while the organ worked about in my anus. With my bound wrists extended over my head, I felt completely vulnerable to him.
He worked his tool powerfully in and out of my tightened opening. I lifted my ass up off the bed, and shook by behind about with great pleasure. The organ worked swiftly in and out of my ass, as he prepared to shoot.
I knew it was coming. All I could do was brace myself for it. I lifted my ass up high, and felt the pressure of his tool slide down into my ass depths.
I trembled all over, and shook my behind about, and then he shot his load of spunk deeply into my behind. He moaned, and sighed with great pleasure as his tool worked about in my hole.
It was a most exquisite feeling.
My bowel walls tightened on him, as I pulled him deeply inside, feeling the hot lust liquid fill me.
When the man was quite finished with shooting off his tool inside my ass, he pulled out of me.
I could feel a mixture of jism and blood dribble from my anus. He pulled his tool all the way out, and sat on the floor beside me.
"Do you see what I mean about life?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that life is filled with pain. Have you had enough pain yet?"
"I don't know if I want to relate to life this way," I said.
"Well, you really don't have much of a choice," he said. "I think what you need, is just much more suffering. You just can't seem to get enough suffering."
"I don't want anymore." _
"Then get the hell out of here," he said. "I don't think you're ever going to get better. I think you might be fucked up for life."
"I don't want to be fucked up for life," I said. "I just want a break."
"There are no breaks," he said. "First you must be completely broken down, and then, and only then, can things begin to work, to make sense."
With that, he untied me, and forced me to leave his room.
I felt more confused when I left, than before. As I walked around the streets in a daze, thinking only about pain, and what I was going to do about the pain in my life, I felt as though I was going crazy. I didn't know up from down, or my right from my left. I was totally lost. I just didn't know what the fuck to do.
I went sort of nuts. I don't know. My jaw ached from having the huge organ stuffed into my mouth. My pussy hurt from the abuse of the darkly-clad man, and my anus ached from severe pain.
I thought I was a gonner for sure.
I sort of blacked out, I think. I didn't know what was going on. I was wandering about on the streets, mumbling, and yelling at people.
I vaguely remember people looking at me like I was some sort of weirdo.
I didn't even care.
I had been affected in a strange way by that man. Already, it seemed to have faded-the actual experience of it. It was more like simply some weird dream. It didn't make sense to me at all.
I was wandering about, and mumbling like that, when the police picked me up.
The police! What a joke. I thought they cared. You know what they did to me, just because I am a pretty girl? They took me out into the deserted dark streets down in the East Village, and they took turns with me in the back seat. They even used their billy clubs on me-as oversized dildos.
Now, what kind of a trip is that?
They were beating me severely on the head with saps, and abusing me in all manner of ways.
I felt I was lost. And then I ended up at the county hospital. Still in a daze, I think I was abused by several orderlies, before I was even able to see the doctor, who, as I told you before, was a complete asshole.
Well, that's my story. Do you think I'll be all right?
CONCLUSION
It's quite clear to me, following the two intensive interview sessions with Vivian, that the young woman is definitely in the midst of a most serious sexual dark period. For some reason, this stranger, this man in dark clothes, who bound her, and subjected her to all manner of abuse and perversion, opened a door for the young woman to walk through.
And she walked right into this phase of darkness. I don't think it's really a situation that can be treated by a psychiatrist. I think it's more a situation for a mystic or sorcerer. I do feel that the dark man was that. How long the young woman must remain in this state of darkened, painful existence, is beyond me to answer at this time. Apparently, some sort of psychic door was opened, and the young woman must walk down this darkened corridor.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Zelda Myron AGE: Twenty-Seven
INTERVIEW ONE
This extremely attractive strawberry-blonde came to my office, on her own volition, and for quite extraordinary reasons. She told me that she simply happened to spot my name on the building register, and on a whim, came up to see me.
This is an interesting case, I believe, in that the young woman is deeply involved in a loving lesbian relationship, which is very much an S&M bondage situation.
The following is a taped transcript of my first interview with the young woman.
Don't get me wrong, Doctor. I'm not here because I think anything is wrong with me. I just want to verify a few things. Most particularly, I would like to know if there is anything wrong with the lesbian relationship I am involved in with Bonnie-in your eyes. I don't know why I should care-but I do. It's strange, but I really do care.
Well, let me begin at the beginning. In the beginning, I was twenty years old. I was lonely and shy, and I didn't know if I would ever find anyone who I could truly love, and call my own.
I searched high and low for such a person. But with men, I only found abuse. Abuse and more abuse. There seemed to be just no end to it.
I met Bonnie when I was twenty-one. She was different. And that made me feel really nice.
Bonnie is a very petite, cute, blonde. My heart went out to her immediately when we met.
In the beginning, it was a very traditional lesbian relationship.
You know, we would go down on each other, and use a double ended dildo-as sort of a penis substitute.
As the relationship continued to grow, we moved in with each other. We took my apartment because it was larger. It seemed to be a completely different ballgame when we were together.
The lust was very mellow and sweet-at first.
I suppose I should describe a typical love making session, so you can understand what I'm talking about.
We would both arrive home about the same time from work. She was working as a copywriter in an ad agency. I was doing freelance art work. That's how we met.
In any case, we would share making dinner. Sitting together at the dinner table, we would eat slowly, and discuss our day. It was like share and tell. That was a lot of fun.
We would drink wine with our dinner, and smoke marijuana. Before I knew it, we were both quite stoned, and hot.
We always made love after dinner. It was our desert. We were both watching our waist lines, and so sex was the best desert we could have. We usually started it off the same way.
I would get up from the dinner table, and go to the sink to wash the dishes. Bonnie always dried.
When we were finished, we .sort of pressed our bodies together-testing each other, to see if we were both in the mood.
I think we were both a bit shy.
She came up to me, and pressed her groin to mine. Her lips would touch mine, and her tongue would slide slowly into my mouth. She was more the butch of the two of us. I usually left it up to her to make the first move.
I liked to feel her body pressed against mine. I liked the feeling of her hands working over my breasts. I liked the feeling of her hand moving down over my bush.
We would both smile. We didn't need to say anything. Words had no meaning.
She would move her body tightly to mine, and squeeze my breasts, while her tongue worked about in my mouth.
We were both united in a hot sexual embrace.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she said. "I want to lie with you, to press my naked body against yours, to feel your firm breasts against me, to suck at your pussy, and have you suck at mine. That would give me great pleasure. I just can't tell you how much."
"I love you, Bonnie," I said. "You're the one for me. I don't think anyone else in the world will ever give me the pleasure that you do."
"And no one will ever make me feel so serene and calm as you," she said.
We held hands as we walked into the bedroom, and lay on the bed. We moved our bodies closely together, and kissed passionately. Our tongues worked in and out of each other's mouth.
I stood at the foot of the bed with Bonnie, and we began to undress each other. As we stood naked before each other, our bodies trembled, and we hungered for each other.
I could feel it. I could feel the great passion she felt for me. And I could feel my own passion burning inside of me.
I wanted this girl. I had to have her.
That's how it always was-always with the great passion. Oh, I just love passion. Don't you?
Well, in any case, there I was, standing naked before my beautiful naked blonde true love. We put our arms around each other, and held each other tightly. I kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and she kissed me. Her tongue sank slowly into my mouth.
Our nipples touched, and our paps became instantly erect.
I pressed my naked strawberry-blonde bush up against hers. I could feel her firm clitoris throbbing against mine. We held each other tightly, and pumped about. My clit was fluttering like a butterfly. And so was hers. We fell on the bed together, kissing with abandon.
I wanted to become lost in my senses.
And I wanted this delightful piece of cheese cake to become lost in me.
We lay on our sides, facing each other. I pressed my vagina up against hers, and we pumped with a hot, pleasant rhythm.
When we were both quite hot, I rolled her over on her back, and kissing her passionately on the mouth, I rubbed my hot, moistened gash up against hers.
I moved down on her body, and spreading her labial lips apart, inserted my tongue into her gash. I worked my tongue about in her hole, and up against her swollen clitoris.
My fingers searched inside her vagina, and into the hot depths of her asshole.
She was burning up with pleasure. And so was I.
I love sucking on Bonnie's pussy. It's always so sweet-like candy. I like to spread her lips apart, and run my tongue up and down the length of her inner vagina.
I like taking her firm clit meat into my mouth, nibbling on the tender flesh, and sucking at the moistened orifice.
When I pull her ass up in the air, and begin working my tongue in and out of the hole, she is always burning up with passion. I spread her blonde fur-covered pussy lips apart, and work my tongue up and down the length of her fuck meat.
She shakes and writhes about with uncontrollable passion. I love the sense of power it gives me to have such a physical effect on her. When my tongue is working about in her hole, and pulling at her clitoris, she goes into an absolutely maddening frenzy of lust.
I have to hold her down, because she flops wildly about, while I'm tonguing her hole, and forcing my digits in and out of her holes.
It's such a pleasure to drink from her cup of vaginal passion.
That Bonnie sure can come. That' sweet young thing can just go on and on with her orgasms. There's just no stopping her once she starts.
To gaze into her lusty, reddened face, and work my hands over her breasts, while sucking at her paps, is just about the most enjoyable thing happening in my life.
I just love to force my fingers into her two holes, while sucking at her clit. I think she's wonderful.
With fingers pressed up her two holes, and my mouth over her clit, I sucked her until she could not bear it any longer.
"Now it's your turn," she would gasp, when the pleasure had turned to pain.
And it was indeed my turn. I would lay on my back, with my legs spread widely apart, and she would recline between my thighs, gently stroking my strawberry-blonde pubes, while spreading my lips apart.
When my gash was completely open, she would force her tongue slowly down into my hotly moistened hole, and work her tongue about in me. I would be burning up with lust.
She would take my clit between her lips and fondle it tenderly. She would pull at it, and force her finger slowly up my pussy and rectum. It was always such a delight.
I loved the sensation of her fingers working in and out of my two holes, while her lips, tongue, and teeth worked over my clit meat.
The sensation of the building tension, the sexual thrill, was magnificent.
I would writhe about on the bed, pumping my vagina up against Bonnie's loving mouth, taking delight in the pleasure of the pending orgasm.
For me, you see, it is the build-up of passion which really thrills me. It's not so much the orgasm itself-but getting there, that counts. That's what I like.
So, with my legs spread, and Bonnie's beautiful face between my thighs, I would pump my pussy up against her mouth, feeling the tension begin to build. I wanted it to be exquisite. I wanted the orgasm to come only after a very tense, passionate waiting period.
Guiding the movement of Bonnie's mouth up and down the length of my pussy, by pressing my fingers against her head, I was able to pace the pending orgasmic release.
I wrapped my legs tightly around her body, so she couldn't pull away. When it felt like my orgasm was just about to arrive, I would adjust myself so that her tongue was pressed against my urethra.
This gave me a chance to gather my wits about me. I could feel the orgasm hovering.
I played this little game with Bonnie until I could stand it no longer. And then I let it happen.
I pulled her mouth tightly to my vagina. I moaned with hot delight as her tongue worked over my vagina, pressing down into my hole, and up against my clitoris.
Her tongue searched up into my pussy, then she closed her mouth tightly over my clit, and pulled at it severely.
Suddenly, I was completely overwhelmed with passion. I orgasmed with delight. I trembled all over. My entire body shook with delight. From head to toe I was overwhelmed with a hankering, a passion that knew no bounds.
I pressed my pussy tightly to her mouth. She took my clit between her lips, aid shook it about like a little rag doll.
I trembled all over, and my vagina exploded with a brilliance of passion-akin to fire works going off on the Fourth of July.
Wow! That's how I liked it. And Bonnie rarely missed the mark.
Taking my clit into her mouth, she would suck me like it was going out of fashion to feel good.
She pressed her fingers up my openings, and sucked at me until I thought I would pass out. Then it was rest period.
We would smoke, and chit chat about this and that. It was nice, and we both felt nice and calm.
Slowly, as we felt each other's sexual temperature begin to rise, we were aware that it was time to get into more sex-deeper sex.
We had this double-ended dildo which really did the trick-really got us off.
I would press one end of it into my pussy, and the other end into Bonnie's gash.
That way we were able to completely dispense with the need for men.
Men were just so much unnecessary baggage for us.
With the dildo, we were able to just bring men on. We could suck and fuck each other better than any man.
With my legs spread widely apart, and my pussy hot with moisture and sexual excitement, I felt Bonnie press one; end of the rubber artificial penis into my pussy, and the other end into her own.
As she mounted me, I felt a surge of hot lust work through my body. I felt connected with her-totally joined in a deliciousness that was most wonderful.
We usually started out with me on the bottom-playing the passive role. I didn't mind at all.
While the dildo worked in and out of both of our pussies, she would lean forward and kiss me passionately on the mouth, working her tongue about in my mouth. Our tongues would glide against each other's. My mouth delighted to the sensation of her tongue in my mouth, and her hands on my breasts.
She rode me high with the dildo, so that her clit rubbed passionately against my own.
Working together like that, we were both filled with hot pleasure. I could feel my groin aching with tension and desire. I could feel her vagina grow to an equally intense level of passion and heat.
We would roll over in the midst of the fuck, so that we could both experience the passive, and the dominant role. We hadn't quite worked that part of our relationship out as yet. It seemed better to switch back and forth.
I loved the feeling of the huge dildo working down into Bonnie's cunt, with me on the other end. As I pumped fiercely, ramming my organ in and out of her, I could feel a surge of absolute delight.
I pressed my tool all the way down into her vagina, and at that precise moment, we both came.
It was most pleasant to come, with the dildo inside of us. It someone united us-like a conduit of pure pleasure.
There was something almost magical about it.
I know, Doctor, that you must think this sounds crazy, but it was like the magic wand was a conduit of a supreme joy and pleasure which worked through us with deeply satisfying pleasure.
After we had fucked each other senseless in the vagina with the dildo, it was time to switch to the bugger hole. .
I loved the feeling of strapping on the huge dildo, and pressing it slowly into her anus.
Bonnie liked it, too.
She would purposely bear down on her asshole, making it tight, so that when I pressed the dildo slowly down into her asshole, she could really get into it as an expansive experience.
She would lift her pelvis up off the bed, and stroking her clitoris and vaginal tissue, she would moan with hot pleasure while I worked the tool slowly into the depths of her rectum.
She howled with delight as the tool worked deeply into her asshole.
She stroked her clit flesh in a frenzy of delight. From head to toe she was overwhelmed by the delight of it all.
I hammered the artificial penis in and out of her asshole, while stroking my own clitoris.
She would stroke hers, and thus we were locked in a passionate scene of frigging, while I hammered the dildo deeply into her rectum.
As the artificial cock worked deeply into her rectum, I could feel it jammed up into my cunt as I hammered it into her asshole.
We were joined in a hot celebration of pure lust.
We were just on the point of orgasm.
The dildo worked rapidly in and out of our holes, and then it happened-the double climax.
The lovely Bonnie would scream with delight as her ass closed on the phony cock. We were united in pleasure.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to cut Zelda short at this point, during her presentation of the facts concerning her loving lesbian relationship with Bonnie. I scheduled the apparently quite well balanced young lesbian for a second interview. Though she didn't seem to be suffering from any of the common guilt neuroses that go along with youthful lesbian activities, there was a hinting at bondage, and S&M in her initial interview. I hoped during the second interview, to deal with this topic in more depth. The following is the taped transcript of the second interview with Zelda.
I really don't know why I came here in the first place, Doctor. I mean, there's nothing really wrong with my relationship with Bonnie.
We love each other very much. In fact, I do believe that if everyone loved each other as much as Bonnie and I do, they would be a lot better off. I really mean that. I think the root of all the problems in relationships is a lack of experimentation.
Bonnie and I are always willing to experiment. In fact, we thrive on it.
Well, for example, lately we've been experimenting with bondage, and S&M.
Oh, really? What did I say last time that tipped you off?
I hardly think that using the dildo in Bonnie's rectum is a sign of repressed sadistic tendencies.
What the hell. She likes it, and so do I. You know what you can do with your labels and classifications, don't you, Doctor?
Very well. Then I'll proceed.
Well, as I was saying, we started messing around with bondage. It wasn't so heavy at first. In fact, it was fun. Tons of fun.
We began with silk scarves and worked our way up to leather.
It was really something-quite a thrill-to be naked with Bonnie, kissing, hugging, and fondling each other. We were quite mellow. I began by tying her wrists to the bed posts with the silk scarves. I never hurt her. I mean, I didn't cut off the circulation, or anything like that.
I was very gentle. We have four scarves that we used specifically for the purposes of bondage.
I use the green and yellow scarves on her wrists, and red and blue on her ankles. I like the way the colors contrast against the white bed spread.
After I've tied Bonnie securely to the bed posts, I like to tickle her with a peacock feather.
We always start out real slow, and then build up to the heavy stuff.
She's so ticklish. It's so much fun to watch her writhing about on the bed, pulling at the restraints and giggling, while I move the feather slowly over her ears and face. When I move the feather down over her breasts, she gets really excited, and begins bucking about, and writhing on the bed. It's fantastic to watch.
I get so hot. I can feel the pussy juices dribbling from my slit, even as I think about it.
She's so much fun. Do you want to feel my panties? You're such a square, Doctor, you know that?
Okay, I'll go on.
Well, like I was saying, we really enjoy tickling each other with the feather when we are in bondage.
She's so cute when she's giggling and pulling at the colorful scarves.
But when I use the feather on her pussy, however, it's a different matter altogether.
She stops her giggling, and gets into passion.
Oh, it's such a delight to watch her writhing about, perspiring, gasping with delight, while the feather works over her inner lips and clitoris. I can always tell when she's ready to come, as she thrusts her pelvis up high, moaning, begging me to shove the feather all the way inside of her.
I never do, of course. All the pussy juice would ruin the feather, I fear.
Instead, I like to torture her a bit, by withholding her pleasure. That's what really turns me on.
When she's tied up like that, pulling at the bonds, trying to escape from the bondage, and to have pleasure, I purposely pull the feather away from her slit.
"Please don't torture me," she begs. "I want to come. I want to have pleasure. Please don't torment me like this."
That really turns me on, when she gets all hot and bothered like that.
I like to spread her pussy lips apart, and run my tongue slowly over her moistened, firm clit flesh.
She knows that I would never do anything to really hurt her. A great deal of trust is required in a bondage relationship-that's certainly what we found out.
If there's not trust, there's just nothing at all.
Spreading her pussy lips apart, I run my tongue up and down the course of inner flesh, taking the tiny, sensitive button into my mouth. I suck at it, feeling the warm pleasure of her pussy build in my mouth. I can feel the clit beginning to throb, and the juices pour from her slit.
I press fingers into her two orifices, and taking the firm clit flesh between my lips, I pull at it, and plunge my digits in and out of her two holes.
She really likes that. She really gets off on it, actually.
Doubly fingering her like that, and sucking at her clit, I am able to get her so hot that she can barely stand it.
I love it. She pulls desperately at the bonds, while I suck. Her entire groin is on fire with passion. Her clit is throbbing with need, and she is begging me for orgasm.
I always hold off. I wait until she is crimson in the face, and tears are rolling from her eyes, before I let her come. That's the most glorious sensation in the world.
Her ass is wriggling like mad about on the bed, and she is nearly hysterical with desire-need to release.
Only when it seems as if she'll go nuts if I don't let her come, do I let her come.
I lift my mouth from her gash, and wait several seconds, while she strains and pulls, and then I let it happen.
I make her come.
Talk about a happy kid. That girl is just out of her mind with happiness as I suck at her gash.
Bonnie is so sensuous. And she is so thankful when the full fury of the orgasm hits.
She writhes about wildly, pulling at her bonds, while I suck at her. She is entirely out of her mind with passion at that stage. She whips around on the bed like a woman out of her mind.
I press my fingers up her holes, and bite into her clit, feeling the sensitive flesh pulsate in my mouth.
I let her come on and on after all that torture.
And then I mount her.
It's glorious to move my pussy about against hers, while she's in the final stages of her orgasm.
She's just so thankful to come. And I'm thankful for having such a loving sexual partner.
It's absolutely wonderful to be on her, grasping her by the wrists, pressing my vagina firmly up against hers, while she bucks, and howls with orgasmic catharsis.
What a treat that is. What a God-damn treat it truly is.
I suck at her paps, and run my tongue in and out of her mouth, while listening to her moan, and feeling her clit throb against mine.
Talk about a hot sexual connection-that's what I call a hot sexual connection.
When she is finally finished with her orgasm, I go and fetch the dildo. There is something to be said for the use of the double-ended dildo, while the young woman is well restrained.
I press the phony cock up into her gash, while she whips about on the bed, pulling at the scarf.
And then it's my turn to play.
It's wonderful to play hard to get, while she's trying to get me. I scurry about on the bed, and we wrestle.
Bonnie is a strong girl, and she's always successful at capturing me. i really try to put up a big fight-but she gets me every time.
What a doll that girl is. I love her with all my heart and soul. I suppose I let her capture me. What the hell, eh?
When she has me tied up, she starts slapping me around a bit-nothing wild, mind you. I mean I really enjoy myself.
Then we make up. I usually pretend that she hurt me-you know, with the tears and all. But it's all for show, really. There's no fucking around. No, it's the real thing. I wouldn't settle for less than the real thing.
So, there I am, bound with the scarves, and she's kissing me all over, and touching me.
We make each other real hot that way. I really get off on the bondage. I think I like it even more than Bonnie does.
She's kissing me all over the face, and running her tongue in and out of my mouth, and then she starts in with the peacock feather.
Oh, boy, that's fun.
When she uses it on my pussy, I get so inflamed with passion that I can hardly control myself. It's just lust and pleasure and more lust and pleasure.
She makes me come so nicely.
And then she starts in with the dildo. She doesn't like to use the double ended dong all the time. Sometimes, she prefers to use this little battery operated dildo we have.
It's so nice when she plugs it in, and then presses it slowly into my pussy. It makes me so hot. It overwhelms me with pleasure.
I spread my legs widely apart, and as the dildo is pressed slowly up into my box, I feel my pussy lips close down on it. I like it best when she puts it on low, and it vibrates very slowly, and my entire body gets hot with pleasure.
She goes real slow, working it about in my hole, and pressing it up against my clit.
From head to toe I throb with delight. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with delight and pleasure.
I spread my legs widely, and as she slowly presses the vibrator into my vagina, I close my eyes and it's like a meditation.
I feel myself floating away on a cloud of pleasure. It feels so nice. She knows just how to do me.
First, she gets me off with her mouth, and the feather, so that I'm relaxed. And then she moves her fingers up into my slit, and moves them about, so that I am literally burning up-from head to toe.
That's how I like it to be. That's how I am happy.
With the vibrating dildo pressing up into my orifice, and her touching me tenderly on the tip of my clit, it feels as though I am going to float off into never-never land.
Sometimes, I think I actually do.
I get so hot and sweet inside, that I think I am going to turn into pure candy.
She is so good to me, that Bonnie. I let her really hurt me sometimes, just to show her how much I care.
After she has finished with the vibrator in my pussy, she switches to my asshole.
That's a whole lot different than taking the vibrator up the vagina-let me tell you.
When she presses the vibrator into my asshole, I quiver all over with a delight that is absolutely amazing.
I let her press the object deeply into my asshole, and though it hurts, and sometimes makes me cramp, I go on. I let her do me good. I let her turn me on in a wonderful, wonderful way.
Once I get used to the sensation of the vibrating dildo working in and out of my asshole, I totally relax, and give in to the pleasure.
It's something you might want to try on your wife, or have her try on you.
No, really, Doctor, it's wonderful. At first it hurts. But that's only natural-right?
But after I've gotten used to the sensation of having the vibrating tool in my asshole, and Bonnie shoves it all the way up me, I can't relate a pleasure that is nicer.
Sometimes, if I've been a good girl, she sucks on my clitoris, while she's buggering me with the vibrator.
That's really wonderful when that happens.
She shoves the object way up inside of my asshole, and works it about, while she sucks on me.
Those are the nicest orgasms any gal can have-let me tell you. They're really special.
Working the vibrating dildo slowly in and out of my ass, and sucking at me, she makes me tell her over and over again how much I love her.
I suppose it's rather kinky that we do these things. But love is a kinky trip, isn't it?
The main reason I've come to see you, is to find out what you think about all of this. Do you think we're sick?
CONCLUSION
I stopped Zelda at this point, as the fifty minute hour was complete, and besides, there was really nothing more to say. I immediately informed the attractive young strawberry-blonde that I thought she was more normal than most people, and that her relationship with Bonnie was not in the slightest way sick.
I told her that what would constitute a sick relationship, in terms of bondage and S&M, would be where she and her lover actually tried to hurt-to cause pain.
It seemed to me that they were simply a couple of frolicking, fun-loving, experimental lesbians.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: China Moon AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
A lovely young Chinese woman, China was referred to my office, by her pastor, who advised me by phone that the young woman in question had been experiencing strange dreams. This is a common complaint among young women, experiencing the birth pangs of growing into women. As it turned out, China's dreams were much more symbolic than that. What follows is a taped transcript of my initial interview with the young woman.
I do so much hope you can make these dreams go away, Doctor. They're so intense! I want to have normal dreams. God, I want all the things I want. Can't you understand that? I'm sorry for talking like that. It's just that I get irrational as hell when I haven't had much sleep. And I haven't had much sleep lately.
You see, I'm afraid to go to sleep at night. I'm afraid I'll have those dreams. They're so intense-so frightening. I really don't like them. Do you think they'll stop? Can you make them stop? Can you give me a drug or something?
Yes, I'll tell you the dream. Oh, Doctor, it sends shivers up and down my spine to even think about it. Will it really help? You're not just saying that?
Well, it all started about a year ago. At first I didn't see the man quite clearly. It was just some dark shadow of a man, who would come to me in my sleep. He seemed very menacing. Those first few nights, I woke up, right away, when I felt his presence in the room with me.
I didn't want to know anything about him. He seemed just so evil.
But, as the nights progressed, I found it exceedingly difficult to keep this image away from me. It frightened me. I didn't want any part of this image.
But I couldn't escape it. He came to me in my sleep, and did ghastly things to me. Oh, Doctor, do I really have to tell you all about it-everything?
Yes, well, it was sexual. It was perverse. Always in the dream, I was naked, and bound by thick ropes to the bed.
I couldn't move. It was terrible. I was frightened. I was overwhelmed by all of it. It was just about the most ghastly, disgusting thing that has ever happened to me.
It was like being in hell-that's what it was like.
Oh, Lord in heaven, why do I have to dream such strange dreams? Why do I have to be so beset by these demons?
Well, I guess it's like you say, just my subconscious mind trying to work out something. But what?
Oh, it's so weird. I just don't know what's up and what's down anymore.
Yes, I'll be more specific. In my dream, this dark figure suddenly comes out of the air at me. He's hovering around me, like a beast.
Over the course of several nights, the image came into sharper focus. I was able to see who it was.
It was a a dark man. He could have been Hispanic. He was looming over me, moving his hands on my breasts, squeezing them, pulling at my nipples. My body filled with strange sensations. I was overwhelmed by it all.
I began to realize, much to my increased fear, that I actually liked what was happening. In fact, I thought it was delicious, in an evil, sexual way.
That made me even more frightened, because I didn't want to deal with that at all. I didn't want to focus on the nastiness inside me.
But I couldn't make it go away. I couldn't get rid of the image.
He would sit beside me. pulling at my breasts, sucking at my nipples. It was terrible. I was completely overwhelmed by it all.
It felt so good. I had had experiences with living men, but those relationships were always rather boring. I suppose that's why I was dreaming about this dark man.
Part of me needed, desired these dark aspects to come out into the open.
He would kiss me in my dream. He would press his tongue down into my mouth, and flick it about, while he caressed my breasts. It was so hot and delicious. Oh, it was wonderful. It was amazingly delicious and wonderful.
I pulled at my bonds, wishing that I could be free of my restraints, so that I could hold him-make love to him. That was the sick part of all of it. I wanted to join in this darkness and this debauchery. Oh, it was terrible.
Well, I was there on the bed, in my dream, naked, bound, and perspiring with hot sexual need.
He moved slowly between my thighs, spreading my vaginal lips apart, and running his tongue along the canyon of tender fuck flesh.
From head to toe I was shaking with sexual delight and anticipation. I wanted so much. I wanted to be part of him-to join him in the dark pleasures.
With my thighs bound tightly together, I felt a surge of heat rush through me. His hand pressed between my warm, creamy thighs. He brought his finger tips up to my clit, and pressing the sensitive flesh gingerly between his fingers, he began to pull at me, exciting me, making me hot, getting me ready for the great pleasure that lay ahead.
As I got hot, my clit and entire vaginal area were as if on fire. The hot passion worked from my toes to my scalp. I was filled with passion and desire. I wanted. Oh, I wanted so much. For a few brief moments-in the midst of the dream-I felt as if I was joined to the dark passions. It was only before and after that I felt guilty.
When my pussy was really hot and my clitoris was ready to explode into a million rays of pleasure, this dark man, a huge shadow of a cock pressed against my leg, would untie my ankles, so that I was able to spread my legs widely.
Oh, the delight of it all. It was fantastic. He shoved fingers up both my pussy and asshole, and bringing his mouth down to my tender clit meat, he took my magic button into his mouth and sucked at me.
I was completely overwhelmed with delight. My entire body was on fire with delight.
Sucking, pulling, nibbling at my clit, my body was overwhelmed by passion. I couldn't get enough of it. I simply couldn't feel good enough. I wanted so much. I was ashamed of all that I wanted-and yet I wanted it.
When he pressed his huge member down into my succulent, moistened slit, I nearly bolted off the bed with hot passion. My entire body was on fire with delight.
His organ was large, and it pulsated inside of me, as it worked down deeply into my fuck pit.
The dark man worked his tool about in my hole, and pumped slowly in and out of me.
Oh, Doctor, nothing has ever felt so good before. It was amazing.
He pressed his organ all the way into the depths of my fuck hole, and pressed up against my clit.
My tender fuck flap swelled with delight, and my entire body trembled with anticipation.
This dark being's tongue was working rapidly over my clitoris. I was burning up with delight.
I was on the verge of coming. And then I came. It was fantastic. I never had an orgasm like that in real life-not with a real flesh and blood man. No, I wanted my real life to be as sweet and wonderful as my dream life.
Hence, I let him do whatever he wanted to me in the dream. I was aware that I had something to do with it-that I wasn't simply a helpless victim. But, you see, I was scared. Too scared to really admit that to myself. I'm figuring all of this out, just by talking to you about it. Do you understand?
Well, after that, he started coming to me in my dreams with more frequency. He never would come inside my pussy. And he would never let me come, when he was inside of me. He always had to have his mouth glued to my pussy. He had to have his lips tightened over my clitoris.
Oh, that was wonderful. That was just fantastic.
It was how I wanted life to be.
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to halt China at the preceding point of her dream explanation. I had another patient waiting outside, and I wanted the young Chinese girl to be able to tell her story in full, without being rushed. I advised her to try to find her way out of the darkness, through her dreams, in order to see the light of the means of escape. She said she would attempt to accomplish this in her dreams. What follows is the taped transcript of my second interview with the young woman.
I did what you told me, Doctor. I tried to take control of my dream. It did begin to change. Oh, Doctor, you are so smart! It was wonderful what you told me to do. It was just like magic the way my dream began to change.
The first few days, he continued to come to me in my dreams.
He was worse than ever. It was as if it had to all become dark, before it could become tight
He brought a whip with him the first night after I saw you. It was as if he wanted to punish me for being with you. It was so weird-and cruel.
I was again bound on the bed, and he began to whip me with the leather strap. It hurt terribly in the dream, but then things began to clear. Things were suddenly becoming much better.
I felt as if I was floating on air. It was so wonderful-so delicious.
" He beat me again and again with the whip. I was overwhelmed by the pain of it all. Yet, being that it was a dream, and hence filled with all manner of shifting planes and illusions, I began to take pleasure in the pain, and in the degradation of it all.
He beat me again and again with the whip. I could feel an orgasm coming into focus, simply because of the pleasure he was giving me with the whip. Again and again he smashed the whip into me. My body was soon covered with welts. I could feel amazing passion mounting between my legs.
Suddenly, he untied me, and rolled me over. He spread my legs widely apart, and suddenly I felt a long finger slide up into my rectum. He worked it about in my hole, and a hot wave of pleasure worked through me.
He was spreading me open. My ass was opening up to take his cock inside of me. I lifted my ass up to his fuck stick, and as it slid slowly inside of me. I felt an enormous pain, but then it all began to get better. It wasn't so bad at all, then.
In fact, I liked the way it felt.
The dark man was biting me on the back of the neck. He was working his fingers through my hair, and slowly pressing his rod into my tightened asshole.
I lifted my rear up to him, and felt the huge organ slide into the depths of my asshole.
He pressed his tool in and out of my rear, while he pulled at my hair. I was staggered by it all. The pain was pleasure, and the pleasure was so dark and evil.
It was at that point that I tried to do what I had to do. I concentrated with all my might on him disappearing. I wished him to be gone-like so much bad energy.
And then he began to float off.
I felt his organ slowly leave my asshole, the ropes were gone, and so was the whip.
Everything was coming back into focus. Everything was getting nice and calm.
The dark figure, whose face I was never able to really see, was gone. I sensed that he was gone forever. I wouldn't have to deal with him again.
And then came a quite different figure.
A bolt of powerful, golden light filtered through the window into the room. There stood a man, so handsome, and golden in his purity and warmth. I wasn't able to recognize his face either.
There was simply this shape-this golden light formed shape-in my room, and he glided to my bed, in my dream, as if he was made of smoke, But when he was on the bed beside me, holding me, I was very much aware of his physical presence-physical reality.
He took me in his arms, and I felt a rush of great warmth, and happiness work through me.
His lips were warm and loving as they pressed against mine. His tongue slid slowly into my mouth. His hands pressed against my breasts, and I felt a rush of radiant warmth. My nipples stood taut, and begged to be caressed.
He caressed them. He took my sensitive, swollen paps into his mouth, and sucked at them. Both my breasts were filled with great pleasure. My entire body was overwhelmed with need.
I wrapped my legs around his face, and ran my fingers through his hair, or at least what felt like hair, while his mouth worked continuously over my sensitive vagina.
His fingers pressed slowly into my cunny, and he sucked me in a way that was much different than how I had been sucked by the dark man.
He let me come. He made me come. He exalted me. I was overwhelmed completely by him. My body was engulfed with pleasure. I was filled with passion. I rolled about with him, feeling his mouth press up against my pussy, sucking me, making me feel like a queen.
Suddenly, he was mounting me. His huge organ was working slowly down into the depths of my warm hole.
He worked slowly in and out of me. I could feel my pussy lips close down tightly on his pecker. I pulled him deeply inside of me. It was a mighty tool, and as it pulsated, and worked about inside my hole, I felt completely overwhelmed by it all.
It was all so wonderful.
I fucked him, and he fucked me. It was how sex was supposed to be-at least how I had always fantasized that it should be. He sucked at my mouth, and worked his hands over my breasts, while he worked his pecker in and out of my vagina.
And then he came inside of me.
The rush of his hot jism into my womb filled me with a warmth and a pleasure that I could barely deal with.
He worked his tool about inside of me, and I could feel the passion build in his nuts. Soon, he was going to shoot his load of hot love sap into my cunny. I couldn't wait for that to happen.
Then I was on my back. He was on top of me, pressing his rod slowly down into the depths of my ass. I felt the huge cock glide deeply down inside of me. He worked the pecker about in my hole, making me hot-filling me with delight and need.
Oh, Doctor, if only real life could be like that. It would mean so much to me.
There I was, on my hands and knees, with my ass lifted high, and he was moving up behind me, getting ready to press the head of his organ up against my rectum. It felt hot and delicious as he slid slowly inside of me.
My entire body was burning with passion. He pressed his huge tool down deeply into my behind.
I could feel his cock pulsating about. He reached into my utter depths with his cock meat, and I could feel an amazing amount of passion build.
Whereas it had been quite uncomfortable for me, when the dark one had pressed his schlong down into my depths, this was different. This felt good. I raised my ass slightly up off the bed, and as the huge cock stick plunged into my depths, I thought I would lose my mind with pleasure. It was that delicious. It was that wonderful.
The organ worked swiftly in and out of my asshole. As he pressed up against the sides of my bowel, I felt a sudden rush of great joy. I was overwhelmed by it all.
It was absolutely marvelous.
On my knees, with my ass lifted high in the air, and my breasts pressed down flat on the bed, I was amazed by the deliciousness of what was going on. His organ pressed slowly down into my ass depths, working about, filling me with such richly deserved pleasure that I felt as though I had been delivered of all my problems and hang-ups.
This was how it was meant to be, I realized. This was how life should be.
I shook my ass about, with his cock buried deeply in my ass. He worked his organ about inside of me, and moaned into my ear, while he prepared to shoot.
His lust was my lust, and my lust was his.
I thought it was a most perfect connection to have. I enjoyed being joined with him. It meant a great deal to me to have this wonderful, most pleasant experience-this oneness.
I reached for my own clitoris, while he was slowly working his organ in and out of my asshole. I gripped my clit and pulled at it, feeling the sexual tension slowly begin to come into focus.
I raced with my fingers to catch up with him. I also wanted to have a delicious, wonderful sexual relationship.
He worked his organ continuously in and out of my behind. He was pacing himself most expertly. He wasn't going to come inside" of me until he was good and ready-or until I was good and ready.
It was clear that he wanted me to enjoy myself as much as he was.
That is rare, I think. It's very rare.
I pressed my behind down firmly on his rod, feeling the mass of his organ slide into my depths.
It was a delicious sensation. My vagina, as well as my breasts and ass were delighted.
I felt my orgasm rushing at me. Soon I would be caught up in the firm grip of it.
And then I suddenly released. My body trembled with hot excitement. We came together. My vagina shook with fulfillment and delight, as his cock exploded into my behind. Our orgasms joined us together.
It was perfect.
CONCLUSION
China was able to accomplish a very rare thing. She was able to control her dream. She able to transform her life, through her dream. It was quite obvious to me, and I'm sure, quite apparent to my professional readers, that this young woman was experiencing a classical conflict between good and evil within herself.
And what was truly astounding was that she was able to transform her dream, hence transform her life.
The power of dreaming cannot be underestimated as a tool in the process of our self-transformation.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Tina Burns AGE: Twenty-Two
INTERVIEW ONE
This very confident, lovely young woman, a fine mane of red hair, simply walked into my office late one afternoon. She said she simply had to talk to a psychiatrist, to discuss what was going on in her life. She said that she felt as though her life had been completely transformed, and she was terrified that she was a schizophrenic. I agreed, of course, to hear her out. What follows is the taped transcript of my initial interview with the lovely young woman.
Doctor, I fear for my very sanity. I know this is going to sound most bizarre to you, but it's all the truth. So help me, it's all the truth.
I was married when I was eighteen. I don't know why I did it. It was silly of me.
Mack was a truck driver. In my youthful naivety, I figured that he was some sort of real he-man. You know, all the myths. What a sucker I was. He was big and handsome, all right. He looked plenty good in his jeans, black tee-shirt, cowboy boots, and cowboy hat. I thought he was quite the John Wayne fantasy of all times.
I can remember perfectly the day we met. I was waitressing at this truck stop outside of town. Mack rolled in, in this beautiful Peterbilt rig. Oh, it was so beautiful-red, blue, and white-all American. He was sure the rugged kind of man I lusted for.
When he swaggered into the cafe, and sat down at the counter, I knew right away that there was a strong sexual connection between us.
"You look mighty fine to me, honey," he smiled, showing off his gold-capped front tooth. "You ever have a ride in a real fine rig?"
"Can't say that I have."
"Well, honey," he drawled, "you just take off your apron and come with me. 'Cause I'm going to give you a ride that your not going to forget for a very long time to come."
I felt mesmerized. I did exactly as I was told.
The owner of the cafe was calling out after me: "Tina, where the hell are you going? You can't leave me alone like this in the cafe. Don't you realize that a whole fleet of Mack trucks are going to come rolling in at any moment?"
"I found my own big Mack," I called out, as I climbed up into the cab with my new man.
I loved the big tattoos on his arms, the manly scent about him-everything about him. I thought he was really cool.
"You like my truck?" he asked.
"I sure do," I said.
"Well I earned it, driving back and forth between the coasts. You do as I say, and string along with me, and I'll make you into a real woman."
Shit, Doctor, that kind of talk went right to my pussy. I mean, it really turned me on, and filled me with pleasure. It was a pleasure I was most unaccustomed to. Can you dig it?
So, there we were, heading down the highway, and I was already beginning to feel like a real woman. I mean, I was feeling like I was on top of the world.
Oh, he was a man, all right, that Mack. At least I thought he was. I still had a lot to learn about what a real man is.
After he had gone through all the gears, he sat back, and . unzipped his trousers. I was astounded to see a huge phallus pop out of his pants at me. It stood like a skyscraper, begging to be licked, sucked, handled in a loving manner.
I never was a loose chick-not before I met him, in any case. There he was, sitting behind the wheel of that big rig, with his huge erection pointing straight up.
"Don't make me ask you again, woman," he said. "You take my pecker into your mouth, and like it. Do you hear me?"
I had a feeling that I had better do what he told me to do. In a way, I liked that. It meant that he was really playing the role of man in my life.
I lowered my mouth over his throbbing peter, and ran my tongue over the sensitive cock head.
He trembled with delight as I licked his pecker, and took the throbbing crown into my mouth.
He was quite turned on, and having to really concentrate on the road. You see, when I apply myself sexually to something, I really get into it.
He took the entire head of my fuck stick into his mouth, and worked it about. I felt hot. I think I was getting as turned on by sucking him, as he was, by being sucked.
It was so strange, bouncing around in the cab of the truck, while my mouth moved up and down the length of his cock stick.
I reached down and squeezed his balls while I sucked him. He began to moan.
The truck swayed, but he quickly put it back on course.
I moved my mouth down over his shaft. I was working my mouth rapidly on his fuck stick. His nuts were tense with desire. I was about to take a full load of hot spunk into my mouth.
He pressed his rod down deeply into my mouth, practically choking me, and then his peter shot off.
His thick love nectar went gushing into my mouth. It was so exciting, to have my face buried between his thighs, working my mouth up and down the length
I did just that.
I sucked up his load, and then sat back, licking my lips.
That night, we woke up a justice of the peace, in West Virginia, and were married. Yep, just like that. Strange, eh?
I had a good feeling about it all, though. I really was stupid. I mean, what an off-the-wall fantasy that was. How I got it into my pretty young head that I was going to have true love with this stranger, only because he seemed like such a he-man, is beside me.
I was a fool.
The honeymoon really convinced me that something was the matter.
You see, we didn't go to a hotel, or motel, or anything like that.
No, instead, Mack pulled the Peterbilt off the road, into a clearing.
In some sort of macho demonstration of true love, he dragged me out of the cab of the truck, and with the powerful head lights nearly blinding me, he tied me with ropes to the front bumper of the rig.
He stripped me naked.
We hadn't yet made love.
And this certainly wasn't how I was expecting my love life to unfold.
The sonofabitch really bound me firmly to the bumper. He pulled a short riding crop from his cab, and that bastard began to beat me.
The more I yelled out with pain, the more he seemed to get turned on. He was just about the sickest dude I ever did run into.
He kept beating me with the riding crop, until I thought I would pass out. He was marring my fine body. He was really hurting me.
He undressed while he worked me over. And when he was standing before me, with his huge pecker hanging out, engorged with lust, I thought for sure that I was a gonner.
He was going to fuck me, standing up, bound to the front bumper of his mammoth truck.
What a fucked honeymoon.
He began to beat me with the riding crop, while he pressed his tool up against my pussy. His cock was firm and throbbing with passion. He worked it back and forth against my cunny, and I slowly began to get turned on.
"That's right, my little whore-wife," he snapped, "you get off on this. You enjoy yourself. After all, you are certainly meant to."
I didn't know what the fuck he was babbling about. I only knew that I had gotten myself into a situation that I wish I hadn't. And I was married to the motherfucker.
Some cruel twist of fate that was.
God-damn.
INTERVIEW TWO
As interesting as Tina's explanation of all that happened was, I had to unfortunately cut her off before she could complete her tale. I had hospital rounds to make, and so I arranged for her to return the following week to complete her story.
As intense as her tale was, I had the feeling that she had been able to deal with. As I dismissed her, after her initial interview, she seemed filled with confidence and strength.
I felt as though I could trust her. I felt as though she was cool. What follows is the taped transcript of my second interview with the lovely young woman.
Should I just continue where I left off? Very well. Well, as I said, my sudden, and quite overly-spontaneous marriage to Mack was, during the night of our honeymoon, recognized by me as a big mistake.
It was a boo-boo of painful proportions.
I had married a perverse sadist. He wasn't the he-man, John Wayne type I had imagined him to be.
He was a wacko maniac.
There I was, before the truck, being beaten, and severely sexually abused. He beat me about the face and breasts, while he plowed his organ into my pussy. I felt the power and pleasure of the rush of his cock meat into my gash. I squeezed my labial lips down firmly on him, pulling him deeply inside me. It gave me great pleasure to feel his organ inside of me.
It was a thrill. It was a delight, the likes of which I might not ever feel again-but I'll tell you, it wasn't really worth it. It was foolish of me to think that I could have any sort of balanced life with Mack.
I began plotting my escape during the night of our honeymoon. I didn't want to hang around and go through his kind of shit again.
I pressed my pussy against his invading organ, trying to get into it-to at least derive pleasure from what was going on.
I figured I might as well. At least that way the experience wouldn't be a total write-off.
After Mack shot his wad of hot, steamy love juice into my gash, he pulled out of me, and spun me around. In doing so, the ropes were painfully twisted about my wrists-digging deeply into my flesh, hurting me.
I wanted to pull away from him. I wanted to run. I knew what he was going to do to me. I knew what he was planning.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and lowering himself to one knee, tongued out my anus.
He was making me so hot that I could hardly see straight. Everything was shifting and changing. It was difficult for me to stand my ground.
I was fearful that I would pass out. I mean, what a weird thing to have happen.
It did comfort me, and relax me somewhat, as I felt his tongue move slowly in and out of my asshole. He reached for my vagina, and taking my sensitive clit meat between his fingers, he began to frig me, while sucking out my anus.
Not only was I getting severely hot and bothered, but I was burning up with lustful passion. I pressed my ass down against his tongue, taking the entire length of his colossal shaft up my asshole.
He was really stimulating me-really turning me on. And then, suddenly, he pulled his tongue out of my asshole, and I felt the throbbing head of his organ press up against my anus.
He entered me very slowly.
With creeping speed, he moved slowly up into the hot tunnel of pleasure.
He was filling me with a most delicious pleasure. My entire body was on fire with delight. My entire body was overwhelmed by the perversion of what was happening.
And yet, I realized that I had to muster the strength to get away. Mack was the kind of man-it seemed to me-who could really hurt me. I mean, he could get carried away with himself, and really do me in. I was terrified.
As he plunged his organ deeply into my asshole, I shuddered with pain.
It felt as though a baseball bat was being shoved up my asshole. He pressed the huge organ of his up into my rectum. I shuddered all over, taking great delight in the pleasure he was delivering to me.
I nearly blacked out, as he thrust his firm pecker in and out of my asshole. It was quite a bit of discomfort, and downright pain and suffering to endure. I wanted to overcome it; to escape from it. '
He pounded his huge phallus again and again in and out of my asshole. I was burning up with lust. I was absolutely on fire with the deliciousness of what was going on, yet fearing it, wanting to escape from it-to overcome it.
"That's right, you beautiful redheaded bitch," he groaned, jamming his tool in and out of my asshole, "you are getting to know the power of my cock. You are getting to know what a wonderful thing it is to take my pecker all the way up your ass. Isn't it wonderful?"
"You are a beast," I moaned, as the swollen cock shaft worked about in the hole.
He continued to pump, working his organ about in my hole, pumping wildly, fiercely, filling me with hot delight and with passion.
His organ pumped harder and faster.
His nuts were aching with delight and with anticipation of shooting off a load into my ass.
It was going to be a hot rush, I sensed, and I tried to brace myself for it. I spread my legs slightly, and crouched, as the tool banged in and out of my asshole.
He was going to shoot his load of hot spunk off into my behind.
Mack was pumping furiously, rubbing my tits, working his organ slowly into the hot depths of asshole.
I felt him shudder, and knew that the moment was at hand.
He thrust his mighty tool deeply into my asshole, and there deposited his load of hot, steamy love sap.
He came, howling like a wild animal, pumping, moving his body about against mine.
In all fairness to Mack, I feel that I must tell you that I supremely enjoyed the sensation of being tied up and sexually abused by him. But it wasn't any kind of a life style I thought I could live with.
I knew I would have to escape. I knew I would have to get away from him.
And that's precisely what I did.
Three days later, I escaped from him, arid took a bus into the city. I've learned my lessons, but I just had to talk to someone, about it. Do you understand?
CONCLUSION
I most certainly did understand. I reminded attractive young redhead that she was quite silly for running off with this character in the first place. I told her that it was obvious that she was trying to punish herself-at least at that stage. Her escape and her attempt to build a new life for herself, was, I insisted, a very healthy thing.
