Adults Who Prey On Teenage Girls
by Unknown


INTRODUCTION 

It is not uncommon for an adult male having a sexual encounter with a young 
teenage girl to confine the act to anal intercourse for many reasons. Most 
of the time the girls object but their pleas go unheeded. With anal 
intercourse there is no possibility of pregnancy and very often it is easier 
for the male to feel that he has not taken her virginity. The following are 
excerpts from the cases in this book. 

SHERRI M. (15) "Well, now, little Miss, you don't know what a treat you're 
missing," he said pulling my pants down. "You just lay back and open your 
legs and I show you what feeling good really is." 

CINDY S: (17) "I heard a package being opened and then, there was something 
cold and greasy on my bottom, I felt the man's fingers as he spread it on my 
asshole and then the unbearable pain. I tried to scream, but he stopped me 
as he pushed into my body." 

VICKI W: (16) "He was so much older than I was and I was sitting there on 
his lap, kissing him. He put his hands up under my dress and I felt that 
burning between my legs. I didn't know what to do I needed something in 
between my legs, I needed a man. 

ALI M: (15) "I lathered my body with the suds from the soap and pretended 
that it was the coach's hands rubbing me between my legs, then, I almost 
fainted as I turned and saw the coach, stark naked and hard, coming into, 
the shower after me." 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Sherry M. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When I first met Sherry, it was easy to see why she would be attractive to 
male pedophiles. She was pretty and nicely shaped, but held none of the 
maturity of her years. Even as she sat in the waiting room, she seemed 
composed, as though, she were not upset about the terrible experience she 
had gone through. 

Sherry's parents had asked me to take on her case when the police had 
recommended me. There is little chance that the man will be found, but the 
authorities always try to find such a criminal. Though there is almost no 
probability that he will bother her again, Sherry must be able to deal with 
this one incident. She must not be afraid to walk down the street or ever 
speak to someone she does not know well. 

I found that Sherry was willing to talk about the crime in detail. She was 
very talkative, indeed. I was suspicious of a symptomatic hyperactivity in 
connection with the trauma, but decided to study her more closely before 
making any recommendations or charting a course for her therapy. 

We launched into the facts of the case with her first words on tape. 

My parents are very upset, doctor. They worry all the time, now. My mother 
cried a lot when I told her what happened, and my father got angry, too. 
Sometimes, when they don't know I'm noticing it, they give me the most 
terribly sad looks ever. And Daddy, well, he hasn't been very nice to me 
lately. He says that he's angry with the man who did this to me and that's 
why he looks mad at me. 

But, I don't know. I don't think that he likes me anymore. He doesn't come 
close to me anymore at all. Mommy has noticed it, too. I heard her say that 
to him last week, and he got awful angry and walked out of the room. Then he 
wouldn't even talk to me. They stayed up late that night and had a talk. I 
listened in as much as I could. Daddy and Mommy agreed that as soon as I was 
over this terrible tragedy, that's what they called it. That as soon as I 
was adjusted to it, they would feel better about the whole thing, too. 

I don't really know what "adjusted" means. I don't know how I am supposed to 
feel about the man and myself. About Mommy and Daddy. I still love them. Why 
did they stop loving me. I get very confused when I have to think about 
those things, so I don't think very often. I make believe I am somewhere 
else, and then I feel good again. 

You said that I could say anything at all when I am with you and that no one 
else will ever know about it. Well, then, I want to tell you something. I 
don't understand why everybody thinks that man was so very bad, and why 
everyone is so sorry for me. It hurt when it happened, and I was scared. 
Sure, I was scared, but that wasn't the whole thing. There were other things 
about it, too. 

I had been watching some of the guys play baseball at the schoolyard, that 
day. We had gotten out of school early because of the teachers' meeting and 
since it was so nice outside, the kids were playing. I had nothing else to 
do, so I stayed around and watched. My friend, Anita, was with me for most 
of the time, but she had to go home. While she was still with me, this man, 
the one who did it later, showed up. 

Nita saw him first and she said that we ought to go to the other side of the 
ball field. She said that he was acting funny. Well, I didn't see nothing, 
and when he smiled at me, I smiled back at him. He really looked very nice 
to me. Nita pulled me over to the other side of the field and I got sore at 
her for being such a know-it-all. She said that she had to go and she left. 
I was glad she went. 

This man came around to where I was sitting, and he said something about 
liking baseball, too. I don't think I said anything, cause what Nita had 
said was still in my head. But he just sat there. He didn't do anything to 
me. He didn't try to touch me. Finally, I turned to him when one of the kids 
made a home run and we just cheered and yelled for him. After that, we were 
talking to each other for some time. 

He said his name was Phil and that he liked baseball a lot. He asked me how 
old I was and said that I must be popular with the boys since I was so 
pretty. I thought that was very nice to say, and I just laughed, I guess. He 
said that he wished he were one of my boyfriends so that he could take me to 
games and buy me sodas. And, when he mentioned a soda, I picked up. I really 
love sodas, especially chocolate ice cream ones. He seemed to be reading my 
mind when he asked me would I like one. Naturally, I said yes. It was the 
truth. 

Phill said that if I would show him where we could get one, he would be 
happy to buy me one. He said that he was new in town and didn't know too 
much about this neighborhood. I said that I knew a great place and it was 
right close by. He said that we could drive there in his car, if I wanted 
to. He said that he didn't want me to be frightened or anything. 

"Why should I be frightened?" 

"Oh, your girlfriend didn't look very friendly, and when you smiled back at 
me, she pulled you away." 

I was so surprised that he knew that. He was very smart and I wasn't afraid 
of him. I said that I would like to ride in his car and told him that I 
hoped that he liked our town. He said that he thought he was going to like 
it a lot. 

"The shop that I want to go to is just a few blocks away. It's a beautiful 
day, but I want to ride in that car." 

I was hoping that Nita would see me, and that would show her how wrong she 
was. He wouldn't do anything wrong if he wanted to take me in his car in 
public. He didn't suggest going to someplace far away or ask me to show him 
the school when it was empty. 

We had a nice time at the shop. We sat in one of those booths and I ordered 
a triple sundae. I decided to have a vanilla soda on the side. Phil was nice 
to me. He told me to have anything that I liked. He said that I was nice to 
him and that he wanted to show me that he appreciated it. There was only one 
thing that happened that I didn't understand. I was wearing my jeans and 
when we went to sit down, he ushered me into the seat, you know, like they 
do when you're in a movie, and he touched the back of my pants. I mean my 
behind. 

I tried not to let him know that I noticed it, but he looked at me and said 
that he was sorry, he just meant to show me into the seat like a lady, he 
didn't mean to touch my, my ass. I never used that word before. It was 
always a hinney or a behind to me. Anyway, there's nothing very wonderful 
about a behind. He didn't try to touch my private parts, and he apologized. 

While we were having the soda and the sundae, he started asking me questions 
about my school and what I liked to do. 

"Well, I think my favorite sport is swimming. I love the summer for that 
reason. We have a pool in the school, but we only get to swim once a week. 
Right now, it's still a bit cool to go swimming in the lake outside town." 

"That sounds very nice. Do you ever go out there this time of year, at all?" 

"Sometimes, just to see the flowers and all. But there's nobody there at all 
now. Nobody starts going there a lot until the summer comes along." 

We finished our sodas and Phil said that he ought to be getting along, but 
that since he might be bringing his family here to stay, he would like to 
see the place. 

"My girl is younger than you are, but she's real pretty like you. I would 
like her to swim in that lake. Would you show me where it is. It's still 
kind of early, and the light will last for a while. Would you want to tell 
your mother about it?" 

"Oh, no, my mother isn't home right now, anyway. She went shopping this 
afternoon. I think she wouldn't mind. She always tells me to be nice to 
other people. We are all children of the Lord." 

Phil and I drove over to the lake and when we got there, it was just like I 
had said. There wasn't anyone else around. It was really pretty that 
afternoon. There were some birds on the water and that was all. It was real 
quiet. 

Phil and I walked around the shore of the lake and I showed him all the nice 
places there were for his daughter to play and hide. There are some very 
nice places that I saw some other girls sun bathing. These were older girls, 
and one of them used to take off everything. I told Phil about that and he 
asked me if I thought that was naughty. 

"Well, my mother would think it's bad, but nobody could see her and she 
wasn't doing anything at all. She wasn't with a boyfriend, the way some 
other girls were at that same time." 

"You mean that you saw some boys and girls doing things to each other? What 
were they doing?" 

"Oh, I don't know. I guess they were kissing and stuff like that. A lot of 
other stuff, though. My mother told me that I wasn't to look ever again." 

"Did you like what you saw?" 

"What do you mean, like it?" 

"Would you like to try that someday? I mean what the kids were doing?" 

I walked away then, because I didn't want to tell anybody that I was 
interested in what they were doing that last summer. I felt that it was bad 
and dirty and I shouldn't. But Phil walked up to me and what he said made me 
feel different. 

"Sherry, I won't tell your mother. She'll never know. I may not ever see you 
again. Why should I want to tell something you told me, and maybe get you in 
trouble. You've been very nice to me, haven't you? Why should I hurt you?" 

That made everything different. I figured that it made a lot of sense. Phil 
had been real nice to me. He had bought me a sundae and a soda, and had 
taken me in his nice car. I only talked about these things with my girl 
friends. I never even mentioned it to a boy. So I started to talk to Phil 
about the kids I had seen, and he asked me what they did. 

"Some of them go all the way." 

"What does that mean? Do they pet and neck and then what?" 

"Oh, you know! They kiss and stuff like that, then he touches her and she 
touches him. You know, there. And once, I really saw what they did. He 
pulled his pants down and she took her things off, and they got on top of 
each other." 

"Is that all?" 

"Well, it looked like that was all. Oh, wait, she had her legs open, and he 
was in between them. He was rocking on top of her. But that was all I could 
see. I wasn't that close to them. 

I didn't want them to hear me. I would have been awfully embarrassed." 

By this time, Phil and I were on the other side of the lake, the side that 
doesn't have any road in or out. There's only a drive around part of the 
lake, and you have to walk the rest of the way. Phil asked me if I wanted to 
sit down for a while, since he was a little tired. I didn't mind at all. It 
was still a pretty day, the sun was bright and it felt so good to be at the 
lake. 

I don't usually get the chance to go to the lake before the real summer. I 
don't drive and anyway, Mommy wouldn't let me have the car for my own to 
drive anywhere. Not even school. So I liked going there with Phil. And then, 
I liked being here with him, because I was going to tell Nita about all this 
the next day. Maybe even that night. She could have come along, but she was 
too silly. 

Phil and I sat on the ground, and there was a couple of rocks near where we 
were. He leaned up against one of them, and I sat next to him. He leaned his 
head back in the sun and closed his eyes, and I decided that I would do the 
same. There was still time to get home. I lay back and the sun on my eyes 
made the colors swim in front of me, even though my eyes were closed. 

Then, while I was lying back on the ground, I felt something touch me. I 
felt it high up on my leg and then I felt it on my thing. I had my jeans on, 
you see, and the pants are thick. I felt this tickling over my pussy. That's 
what Phil told me it was called. Anyway, I felt this tickle and I liked it. 
I knew it must be Phil, but I wasn't scared. The talking about the kids had 
made me feel funny. The way I feel before I touch myself. 

I opened my eyes, and Phil was leaning on his side. When I looked at him, he 
was smiling and then, he looked down at my pants. I followed his eyes, and I 
almost choked from what I saw. He had his thing out. I never saw such a big 
one in my life. Sure I saw one of the boys, but his wasn't anything like 
Phil's. I got scared, I guess, but I didn't get up or anything. 

"Now, don't be scared. I won't hurt you. He won't hurt you." 

"I'm not scared. Why should I be scared?" 

All this time, Phil had his fingers on my-my pussy. He kept rubbing back and 
forth and it felt good. He pressed hard against the cloth and it felt really 
good. I didn't want that feeling to stop. I wanted to have him rub me until 
I got the feeling I get when I do it to myself. 

"You like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" 

I was ashamed to say that I did, so I just didn't say anything. But I didn't 
try to stop him. 

"It's alright. You don't have to be afraid to say that. There's nothing 
wrong with liking that feeling. It's very good for you. Why don't you unzip 
those jeans and let me make you feel even better. I want to show you how 
good it can feel." 

I just looked at him. I was tempted to do it. I never had anybody do it to 
me before and it felt better than doing it myself. 

"Didn't any of your boyfriends ever do this to you?" 

I shook my head. Phil smiled and started to laugh. 

"Well, now, little miss, you don't know what a treat you're missing. You 
just open those pants and let me show you what feeling good really is." 

I still didn't do anything or move, but when Phil started to unzip my pants 
himself, I didn't stop him. I wanted to feel what he promised, but I didn't 
have the nerve to do it myself. He stopped rubbing me while he unzipped my 
pants and then, he unsnapped them, too. He started to pull them down, when I 
got scared. I didn't want to take my pants off! I put my hands on his to 
stop him. 

"Listen, I can make you feel a lot better if I take your pants down. It will 
really feel great. I can open your legs a little bit and do a good job." 

Since he stopped rubbing at me, I started to feel a tingly feeling. I wanted 
to feel him at my pussy again, so I didn't stop him anymore. I thought that 
it would feel great, too. I was just a little scared. So he pulled at my 
pants, and I lifted up my behind and he pulled them all the way down to my 
ankles. Then he rubbed at my pussy over my panties. It felt so good! 

"Doesn't that feel nice? Much nicer than with your jeans on? Just relax and 
let me rub you a bit more." 

Then Phil made circles around my pussy and sometimes slid his fingers up and 
down along the slit. He wasn't really touching anything inside the slit and 
that made me feel funny. I never felt that way before. He would only rub on 
top of my panties and then not very hard, either. I began to feel like I 
couldn't stay still any longer. I wanted to jump up or something. I guess 
Phil could see this. 

Then, when I started to move around, I felt his thing on my leg. It felt so 
hot! He put it next to my pussy, but not real close, and just let it stay 
there. I open my eyes and looked at it. He had it out all this while, but he 
never even asked me to touch it or anything. I wasn't as afraid of it now. 
It looked kind of ugly, though. It was all red and there were these veins 
popping out along the sides of it. And the hole in the middle of the tip, it 
had some wet stuff on it. I didn't really want to touch it. 

While I was looking at his thing, Phil slipped his hand under my panties and 
put his finger on the bump. I jumped, and he started rubbing it right there! 
It felt so different. I once rubbed it that way, but this was different. I 
knew that I shouldn't let him touch me underneath my panties, but it felt so 
good, that I didn't want to stop him. I figured that I would let him rub me 
until I got that thrill and then I would ask him to stop. 

"That feels real good to you, doesn't it, Sherry? I want it to. I'm going to 
make you feel so great that you'll never forget it. Just let me take your 
panties off and I'll start making you feel even better." 

I wanted to feel everything he could do to me and I lifted up my hips and 
Phil pulled my panties down. Only this time, he pulled my jeans and my 
panties off my legs. I was naked from the waist down! It felt really good to 
be naked that way on the grass. The air felt good on my pussy. Phil spread 
my legs apart a little and this time, he used both hands on my thing. 

He pulled the slit apart and then he bent down. He blew air onto my pussy 
and that made me jump. I giggled and he laughed, too. Then he did it again. 
I liked it. And then, what he did next made me scream. He put his tongue on 
that little bump! I tried to get away, but this time, he held my hips down 
and licked me all over. He licked the bump, he licked the slit and then, he 
went all the way down. He pushed my legs apart all the way and licked almost 
all the way to my behind! It felt good, but I never even thought of anybody, 
doing that to me. 

"Hey don't you know? This is what those boys do to those girls. They do lots 
of other things, too. Doesn't it feel good to you?" 

I couldn't lie. I really liked his tongue on all those private parts of my 
body. I was ashamed that I liked the feeling, but he was still holding me 
down, and there wasn't anything that I could do to stop him. Then, in a few 
minutes, I didn't want to. Phil bent down and licked me again. This time, he 
got down a bit and twisted his body so that his legs were near me. I started 
to smell his thing. It was a smell so different, that I got nervous. 

But then, he started licking again, and I wasn't thinking about anything 
else. I didn't want him to stop that licking. He had my legs spread wide 
open and he pushed his head way down. He started to lick all the way through 
the slit. He would lick the bump first, then the hole down there and then he 
went back to my asshole! I jumped when his tongue touched me there. 

"Oh, stop, don't do that! That's terrible!" 

"No it's not! It feels good and I want to do it. That makes it just fine!" 

I couldn't stop him from doing it, anyway, so I just lay there and let him 
lick me again. After a few minutes of that licking, I started to like it. He 
was doing some crazy things to me. He was licking all around the hole back 
there and once he stuck his tongue right in it! I couldn't help but scream. 
It felt good, but I wasn't used to that feeling. 

"Hey, Sherry. I'm going to do this for a while. I love it, and you might as 
well get used to it. I want to stick my tongue in this nice little hole. And 
you like it alright! I can tell that." 

I did really like it, but I still thought it was terribly bad. But there was 
nothing that I could do, so I just let him do it. He would stick his tongue 
in and out. Then he would lick all around the hole and then he used his 
finger. It felt so big that I screamed again. But he took it out right away 
and I figured that he wouldn't do it again. But I was wrong. He stuck his 
finger in again and then he pushed it in and out. It didn't hurt. It felt 
really nice. I was moving all around. I just couldn't stay still. 

I had my eyes closed all this time, or else I would look at the sky. I loved 
the feeling in my pussy and now, what he was doing in my behind. I never 
knew that it could feel good to play with that part. But he kept licking and 
sticking his finger in and I thought that I would get that good feeling 
pretty soon. My whole body started to tingle. 

The only thing that I didn't like was having that big cock sticking close to 
my face. It scared me a little. I didn't know what men did with those 
things, but I was scared all the same. I really didn't know what to do. I 
didn't want him to stop the good feeling in my pussy, and my ass, but I was 
scared of that big thing near me. All of a sudden, though, he moved his cock 
away from me. He swung his body around and he stopped licking me. He was 
breathing kind of hard, but I was just glad that he took that big thing out 
of my face. 

Phil pushed me on my side and pushed my legs way up so that my pussy was 
open to him again. I could feel how wet I was there, cause the breeze made 
me feel chilly. He felt me up with his fingers and put his fingers into my 
slit. He rubbed that bump again, and I felt real good. I was moving my 
bottom up and down 

'cause it felt so good and then Phil pushed his thing up against my crack. I 
stiffened up 'cause I didn't know what he was going to do, but he just 
rubbed it in and out of my slit. I was wet and it felt slippery, too. It 
felt good to have that big thing rubbing me. It was hot, and it felt good 
since I felt chilly from the air. It was a nice feeling. 

Well Phil rubbed me over and over again, and finally he moved back a bit to 
my ass. He rubbed that cock against the crack, and then he pushed it up 
against the hole back there. That felt okay, but I liked it better up front. 

"I just want to rub you with this cock of mine for a while. I made you feel 
good, and I haven't even asked you to touch me. You don't mind me feeling 
good too, do you, Sherry?" 

"No, why should I?" 

"That's the girl. I'll just rub it for a while. Okay?" 

I nodded. I was feeling very funny now. I wanted him to stick his fingers 
back in my hole again. I wanted him to rub my little bump in the front. 
Well, he put his fingers on my slit and pushed everything around for a 
while. He rubbed in a big circle and pulled the lips apart. I was squirming 
around. I was moving my bottom a lot, I think. Phil was breathing real hard 
now and I didn't think about much else. 

All of a sudden, Phil started to rub his cock against my hole in the back. 
He was pushing it against the hole a long time and then I felt a bad pain. 

"OW! That hurts! Stop! Phil, that hurts!" 

But he wouldn't stop. He held my legs up and pushed it up even further. My 
legs started to hurt from being so far apart. But the worst thing was that 
he kept pushing that thing into my asshole. I felt like he was tearing me 
apart. I was scared then, real scared. I started to scream. As soon as I did 
that, Phil started to rub my bump and the rest of my slit again. At first, I 
didn't feel very much, but soon, I began to have good feelings again, and 
the pain back there wasn't that terrible. I started to relax again, and even 
though he wouldn't stop, the pain wasn't that bad. 

"That's it, Sherry. Just relax. I'll keep rubbing you to make you feel good. 
This is what I need to feel good. You said that you didn't mind my feeling 
good, too. Now, you just concentrate on that good feeling in your pussy, and 
I'll worry about your asshole! That sweet little virgin asshole!" 

Phil kept pushing into me and then there was a horrible pain. I couldn't 
help screaming and he pushed harder and harder. The pain was really bad now. 
I didn't know what he was doing to me. 

"It's okay, now. I had to get the head inside. That was the terrible pain. 
It will be much better now. Just lay still." 

I was crying now, and he rubbed me even harder in my pussy, but the pain 
made me feel really bad. I cried for about ten minutes, and all the while, 
Phil was pushing his cock into me. The pain was bad, but nothing like that 
bad pain in the beginning. As Phil kept rubbing, I started to feel better, 
and I was more aware of the feeling in my pussy. I knew that my ass felt 
bad, but if I didn't think about it, it wasn't that bad. 

Phil finally stopped pushing at me and we both just lay there for a minute. 

"It's all the way in, now, Sherry. Don't worry. It shouldn't hurt anymore. I 
have to rub it in and out of you to get a wonderful feeling. Then I will 
come inside you. Just wait till you feel that hot cream shoot up your ass! 
It's great!" 

The way that Phil was talking, I was getting that funny feeling again. I 
wanted to have the thrill in my pussy, and I didn't mind what he did to me, 
while he was working on my pussy. I never saw a boy come. I knew that there 
was a liquid inside every man's thing, but the way he talked about it, that 
made me excited. 

"What does it do? This "come" you talk about?" 

"When I rub you enough, the stuff, the fluid in my cock, will shoot out and 
into you. Maybe afterwards, I'll let you jerk me off and you can watch it 
shoot out. Think you would like that?" 

The idea of watching something shoot out of that big thing was terribly 
exciting to me and I wanted to see it. I nodded "yes" and Phil started to 
pull his thing out of my ass. It was a strange feeling. It felt like I was 
shitting, but then, he got to a certain point and then shoved the whole 
thing back up there again. I screamed. The feeling was so strange. It wasn't 
as painful as the first time, but it felt uncomfortable. Before I had a 
chance to say anything, he pulled it out again and shoved it back in. He did 
this a lot, and he got faster and faster. 

Phil was still rubbing my pussy while he shoved his thing into me, and in a 
little while I felt that nice feeling starting. It was completely different 
from what I have ever felt before. He rubbed me, and that big cock up inside 
me rubbing, too, made me feel just great. There wasn't much pain anymore, 
and then I felt that thrill start and I yelled and I jerked my body around. 
Phil started breathing even harder and pounded his thing into me. 

It was then that I felt a hot squish and Phil was grunting and moaning. 

"Oh, you sweet little ass! Jerk me all around. Take all that nice sweet 
cream I have for you. Hold still honey, I'm giving it to you!" 

I felt his thing jumping around in me and the hot stuff kept pouring out 
into me. He was banging into me real hard now, and he stopped rubbing me. I 
put my own hand down there and rubbed myself. I liked the feeling and jerked 
myself all around to get the most of it. Every time that I moved, the thing 
in my ass would move and it would hurt a bit. But there was nothing that I 
could do. I was getting my thrill and he was shooting this stuff into me. 

Then it was over. Phil was still breathing very hard, but he pulled his cock 
out of me in one jerk. I yelled from the feeling that it made inside me. His 
cock was so big, and then he took it out all of a sudden, just like that. 

"Just take it easy, Sherry, It's all over. I won't touch you again. Just 
relax for a minute." 

He pulled that thing out and rolled over onto the ground so that he wasn't 
touching me anymore. My ass was beginning to throb and twitch. It hurt some, 
but I was still feeling good from the thrill I had. He had rubbed me so 
nice. I just lay there, thinking about nothing. But then, his words started 
running around in my head. 

"It's all over. I won't touch you again." 

He had said that I could work him over and see the stuff come out of his 
cock. For some reason, that's all I could think of. I wanted to see the 
stuff shoot out of his thing. I turned around to Phil, but he was already 
getting dressed. He wouldn't look at me, and I was getting angry that he 
wouldn't keep his word. So, I got mad instead of saying anything to him 
about the other thing. 

I pulled on my panties, but I realized that I was all wet. This stuff, the 
come was all over my legs and my asshole. Phil bent over me and wiped my 
ass, just like a little baby. He wiped me all up and then put his 
handkerchief away. I pulled my jeans on and just sat there. I was sore, and 
I tried not to sit right on my bottom. I sat on a cheek. 

"Look, I'll drive you part of the way into town. I have to go somewhere and 
I can't take you all the way back to the school." 

Then I got real mad. He wasn't being nice at all. He didn't keep his word, I 
was sore from what he did to me, and now he wouldn't drive me home. But I 
couldn't say anything. I just started to cry. I cried and cried, and 
finally, I couldn't breathe anymore. I was gasping and when I finally looked 
up, Phil wasn't anywhere around. I guess he figured that something was 
terribly wrong with me. I don't know. He just went away. I walked around to 
the other side of the lake where he had parked the car, but there wasn't 
anybody there. 

I just started to cry again, and kept walking. That was when the car stopped 
and this lady took me to the police station. I was feeling really bad then. 
I couldn't walk too well from what he had done to me, and I couldn't sit too 
well, either. I just wanted to be in my room all alone. 

The police called my mother and father, and when they came to take me home I 
just started to cry again. The police said that I would have to be examined 
and I didn't want that. I was sore, and I was scared, but my parents told me 
that I had to do it. I didn't want to talk to anybody about it. I guess I 
was in a daze or something. People kept asking me questions and I answered 
them. 

Now, though, I can't understand why everybody treats me so different. I felt 
better in a few days, and the doctor said that I would be okay. I can't help 
thinking about what happened, and sometimes I feel ashamed. You see, I 
didn't tell the police everything. Like about how I let him take my pants 
off and how I liked being rubbed like that. And most of all, I never told 
anybody why I started crying in the first place. 

I'm still mad at Phil. He didn't keep his promise. 

CONCLUSION 

I found it unnecessary to have any further sessions with Sherry. What came 
across to me in the interview was that she was really disturbed by her own 
growing sexuality. She had participated in the sexual act to some extent, 
and she was not as traumatized as her parents would like to believe. As a 
matter of fact, her parents were more affected than she. 

As the parents translated their feelings of horror and anger to Sherry, they 
only emerged as rejection of her as a person. They could not face the fact 
that their little girl had been violated. They wanted her to feel terrible. 
They expected it of her, and when she did not, they refused to see it. They 
did not want to think of her as dirty, and so they refused to see her own 
sexuality. 

In this case, I saw the only way out through therapy for the parents. I 
suggested that we have a conference, but once they heard my feelings that 
Sherry would be fine if they could only manage to forget the incident, they 
balked. It is not unusual for parents to refuse the sexuality of children 
and to accept the truth that children do not have to be permanently damaged 
by an unpleasant sexual experience. I tried to get across the idea that 
children pick up the attitudes of the parents. If they continued to think of 
Sherry as damaged, she would only have to agree and act that way. 

I cannot say at this writing that the outcome was entirely successful. 
Sherry's parents were not that amenable to my suggestions that they consider 
joint therapy for a little while to help them over this trauma. In such 
cases, it is always to deal with the children. One cannot force an adult to 
accept an idea. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Cindy S. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Cindy is a lovely and intelligent girl. She came to me on recommendation of 
her guidance counselor at school. A high school senior, Cindy had a terrible 
experience with someone from another school. The man had tricked her into 
coming with him to a deserted part of the school that Cindy was visiting. 
There he performed the act that shocked this bright girl. 

Though Cindy did not tell her parents at first, she did see her guidance 
counselor and he suggested that she see me. She could not decide what to do. 
She was afraid to go to the police for fear that her parents would find out. 
For some reason that was not immediately apparent, she was afraid to let 
them know. She would not indicate whether it was their rejection or their 
condemnation she feared most. I did not probe this in the first interview, 
since I did not want to hurry her. 

When she loosened up somewhat, Cindy was able to tell me somewhat of the 
incident that ocurred in the deserted debating arena. She tells the story in 
her own words. 

I understand that I should have gone to someone before this time. I suppose 
that no one will believe me now. My body has healed and this person would 
never be a suspect of anything like that. I don't know what to do. My 
counselor suggested that I speak with you. He seems to think very highly of 
you, and I respect his judgment. I certainly hope that you can help me. I 
haven't been able to sleep or even to think straight since this happened. 

I suppose that I should tell you what happened from the very beginning, but 
I have to admit, that, at this point, some of the details are getting fuzzy. 
I guess that I want to forget, and I won't deny that. But all of a sudden, 
something that was clear, or I think was clear yesterday, is fuzzy today. 

What I really mean is that the details of why I actually went with this man 
to the room. I don't remember, really what excuse he used to get me there. I 
think that he told me that was where everyone would be giving the speeches 
and that I could practice before everyone found out about it. I remember 
that I wanted to win this speech contest very much. I enjoy public speaking, 
and hope to go into the theater after college. I spend most of my time 
writing and then polishing the speech that is to be given the next contest. 
I am always ready long before the deadline. I know other kids who wait for 
the last minute, and then they drive themselves and everyone else crazy with 
their frantic practicing. 

This contest had been announced only a short time ago, since they had to 
make up one contest after a snow storm cancelled one entirely. No one could 
schedule the kind of hall that was needed for such a contest, and finally, 
the school just called it off. They said that some other arrangements would 
be made, and everyone would be informed. 

Well, finally, this contest was announced, and to give everyone a fair 
chance, they said, the topics were changed and everyone would start fresh. 
You see, there had been some semi-finals done on this contest, and they had 
to rule out those performances. So, I worked night and day on this contest 
theme, and I felt as though I wasn't ready just yet. I wrote the speech and 
wasn't happy with it. I tried it out on my family and they weren't as 
enthusiastic as they usually are. 

But there wasn't much time at all, and the day for the first competition 
arrived. The school wasn't able to get a hall again, but this time, they had 
to settle for a large school auditorium. I got there really early, and 
figured that I could practice the speech in the hall. That's always the best 
way, you see. In that way, you can get an idea of where to look and how 
loudly to speak. It isn't considered the nicest way to handle a contest, but 
I was truly afraid that I wouldn't win this one. And I wanted to. 

So, when I got there that Saturday morning, it was very early and no one 
else had arrived yet. I was pleased, since I would be alone to practice. 
It's not the greatest idea to have too many witnesses to something like 
that. If someone saw it, they could make things unpleasant for you. Anyway, 
I started to speak, when all of a sudden I noticed someone way in the back 
of the auditorium. I thought it was one of the other contestants, but he 
came up to the stage, to see what I was doing. As he approached me, I got 
scared ,thinking that he was one of the judges, and he would disqualify me 
for cheating. I was scared beyond belief. I can't say why. I suppose it 
might be the fact that I felt that what I was doing was wrong. 

When this man got to the front of the auditorium, he came up to the stage, 
and just stood there, watching me. I almost stopped speaking, but he didn't 
say anything. I did part of my speech, but, finally, I didn't have the nerve 
to go on. I was convinced that he was one of the officials and was just 
letting me hang myself. I hadn't gotten a good look at him, since I was 
nervous and was concentrating on some notes in front of me. But, when I did 
stop, and walked to the steps of the stage, he clapped and smiled at me. 

"That was very nice, miss. I guess you'll be one of the finalists of today's 
contest. You're pretty enough to take this just with your looks." 

I must have blushed, because he apologized for being so forward. I just 
stammered something I guess. It was only then that I took a look at him. He 
was about fifty years old, and he was dressed nicely. He just had to be one 
of the judges. Suddenly, a terrible thought hit me. Suppose he was one of 
the judges. Why shouldn't he vote for me if he liked me. Why shouldn't I be 
nice to him? Being nice to a person can't hurt. 

Somehow, I found the voice to talk to him. I mentioned the contest that had 
been cancelled, and he made some comment about that being too bad, for he 
would have liked to have met me sooner. I was very flattered, and got bolder 
in my questioning and conversation. 

"Are you one of the judges of this contest?" 

"Well, yes and no. I am an honorary judge. I am principal of this school. I 
usually have to sit in on these sessions. But it seems as though I may be 
pleasantly surprised today. I must admit that most of these things are 
pretty boring, but sometimes, very infrequently, if I might add, someone 
comes along. She's pretty, and she is talented. You have such presence. I 
can see it right away. You'll do well in this contest." 

I thanked him, but he was about to continue. 

"Well, if I had the final say, I would want you to win. You're an 
exceptional girl. I was enjoying that speech when I came in. I'm sorry you 
stopped." "Well, I really shouldn't be practicing here. It's not quite 
right. I could be disqualified for this, if someone pressed the issue." 

I must admit that I thought I might get on his good side. I thought that 
honesty would be the only way to get to him. He seemed agreeable enough, 
anyway. This time, I looked more closely and he wasn't all that bad looking. 
He still looked old, but he was dressed very nicely, and I was more 
flattered by his words than I cared to admit. I must have actually thought 
that he could make me win the contest if he wanted it that way. 

I usually wear a conservative dress to these contests, since I feel that 
it's the best approach. I remember seeing a girl dressed in a mini skirt. 
She was really cute and all the judges were looking at her. Her voice wasn't 
that good, though, and her speech was more serious than her dress. She 
looked foolish. I was glad when she didn't win. So I made sure that I always 
keyed my dress to the speech. This contest today involved the saving of wild 
animals, and since I considered that a serious topic, I felt that a 
conservative dress would be the best, anyway. 

I had chosen a pale blue shirt dress that buttoned down the front. I have a 
nice figure, I think, and it just looked nice. I wasn't aware that it was 
too anything. It was just the right length, knee-length, and my shoes had 
just the right heel on them. Shoes that are too casual just kill a dress, so 
I wore pumps that looked very sophisticated. 

Well, the reason for telling you this about my dress, was that, suddenly, I 
was very conscious of my body. I started fingering my collar and wondering 
what I looked like. On stage, my skirt must have looked shorter than it was 
and I suddenly felt as though I had no clothes on. I wanted to look pretty 
and attractive, but wasn't able to feel confident about it. 

When I caught this man looking at my breasts, I blushed so much, I could 
feel the heat in my cheeks. I have always thought of my talent as the most 
important thing. I try not to let my looks interfere with that talent, but I 
never used them to enhance that talent and my chances at winning. Suddenly, 
that thought too, came racing through my mind. I felt excited that it might 
be an easy contest. 

I have always noticed that there are pretty girls in this area of 
competition, but more often than not, they aren't very good at speaking or 
writing the speeches. I never even bothered to consider that aspect of the 
competition. The girls that I usually lost to were very intelligent, but not 
attractive. In that respect, there was little competition. I was good. I 
usually came in as a runner-up or second place. 

Today, I figured that I might use that advantage to win. If this man liked 
me, that might make the difference. I knew that I was good. There might be 
better here, today, but at least I would have a much better chance if he 
liked me. For the first time in my life, I decided to be friendly with a 
calculated reason behind the friendship. 

"I don't mean to sound silly, but I don't think I have ever spoken with a 
school principal before. Is this entire responsibility really yours? How do 
you manage to handle it?" 

"Well, I do have help, but I am flattered to be someone you enjoy meeting. 
That's very flattering to me young lady. What is your name?" 

"Cindy. I'm from the other end of the town. Our school isn't half this big. 
It's almost overwhelming. Just how many classrooms are there in this 
building?" 

"So very many. Cindy, my name is Mr. Wendler, Terrance Wendler. I am very 
happy to make your acquaintance. It isn't that often that a fair maid such 
as you passes though the halls of this school. Most of the girls are cute, 
but few are as mature and lovely as you." 

There was at least two hours before the contest would begin, and I really 
knew my speech, so I decided to spend some more time with this man. We sat 
and chatted for a while, then he asked me if I drank coffee. I said that I 
did, and he invited me to have a cup in his office. I was very flattered to 
have coffee in the principal's private office, and of course, I said yes. 

When we got there, it wasn't as large as I had thought it might be. It was 
okay, and the school was so quiet yet, that everything looked strange and 
foreign. I wasn't looking for anything except to get him to like me and help 
me win the contest. I was willing, you understand, to do my part. I knew 
that I was good, but I had never won a contest. I wanted to win first prize. 

He asked me about my plans for college, and we talked of the school that I 
wanted to go to. I have been accepted by two schools, so far, and I haven't 
made up my mind yet as to which I want to go to. It's still up in the air. 
But, anyway, we talked about this one school, and he said that he knew some 
of the professors there. He said that it was a fine school, and then we 
started to talk about other things. General talk. About kids today, and-what 
they expected from life. I felt terribly flattered again, to be talking 
about such things with the principal of the school. 

The coffee was okay. I don't actually like that much coffee, but I drank it 
just the same. He was calling me by my first name and just before it was 
time to go, he asked me to call him Terrance. Fie explained that he never 
allowed students to call him by that name, nor many colleague, but that he 
felt as though I were a friend. It was a wonderful feeling to hear those 
words, and I was embarrassed and happy at the same time when I left the 
office. 

"Cindy, I will watch your speech from the upper balcony. Then, after you 
have finished, come on up here. We can talk some more until the rest of this 
is over. It can be pretty dreadful, sitting through the whole thing. We can 
watch it from up there, if you like, or perhaps, have some lunch." 

I felt wonderful during the time before my speech. I was about the fifth 
person to speak. There were some fifty-five contestants. It would he hours 
before they were all finished. There would be a break for lunch and then the 
balance of the contestants would speak. It was the most boring part of the 
whole affair. I loved being a senior, finally, and speaking first. The poor 
kids who speak in the afternoon have to listen to all those before them, and 
they almost forget their own speeches. It can knock the confidence of a 
freshman to hear all the seniors speaking. 

When it was my turn, I got up on the stage and looked for Mr. Wendler. He 
was in the balcony, just as he said that he would be, and I felt very 
confident. I spoke and I was sure that I would win. I finished, and was 
about to sneak out of the room when I heard the next girl. Her voice was one 
of those wonderful ones that you have to admire. I knew in my heart that she 
was better than me. I felt an awful sinking feeling. 

I stayed for most of the speech, but towards the end, I couldn't help the 
jealousy that was welling up inside me, and I just walked out. I went 
directly to Mr. Wendler's office and he was very enthusiastic about my 
speech. 

"You were wonderful, Cindy. I can't see any reason why you wouldn't win this 
contest." 

"Didn't you see the girl behind me? She's fantastic!" 

The moment I said it, I regretted it. Maybe he hadn't seen her. He wouldn't 
even want her to win. But I had to open my big mouth, and point her out. 

"Oh, Cindy, That girl is very good, but she hasn't got a chance against you 
if I want you to win." 

"I wanted to ask him right then, "Do you want me to win?" 

But the words weren't necessary. Terrance came over to me and planted a kiss 
on my cheek. I was dumbfounded. He kissed my cheek, and congratulated me on 
winning the contest. 

"You're the girl I want to see with the trophy. And, isn't there a chance to 
win a scholarship if you win this contest. You get to enter a nationwide 
contest. That's pretty important, I would think." 

I hadn't thought about that scholarship. My parents would pay for my 
education, but they could only afford a middle school. They could not afford 
a very expensive, status college. Then, I realized that maybe, with the 
scholarship, I would be able to afford those colleges that I wanted, but 
wouldn't admit to wanting even to myself. All of a sudden, the contest took 
on so much importance. I had to win. 

"Why don't we have some lunch? Would you like to go out and have some? I 
know a very nice restaurant near here." 

I thought that I must not be seen with Mr. Wendler. That might make someone 
suspicious. 

"No, can you have someone bring it in? I just love your office. Maybe you 
could show me some more of the school." 

"That is a wonderful idea, Cindy. There's so much to show you. Really, 
there's so much to show you. And I would love to be the one." 

He was looking at me in a funny way, but I shook it off and talked about 
some other things in the school. There was a dark room in the school, and 
one of my hobbies was photography. 

"Could you show me the dark room and the exhibit of all the pictures. I 
appreciate that since I'm very much into that." 

"Anything you want, will be my pleasure." 

After that, Terrance came over and sat by me on the couch. He put his hand 
in back of me, on the couch, but never touched me...I didn't mind that. We 
talked and I crossed my legs. My dress went up and I went to pull it down, 
but he stopped me. 

"Just let me look at those legs for a minute. They really are quite 
beautiful. I would love to see all of them someday." 

I didn't say anything, but pulled my dress down, and looked away. Mr. 
Wendler started a conversation about something else, entirely, just then, 
and never mentioned my legs again. He sent for lunch and we went to look at 
the dark room that I wanted to see. The halls were so big and quiet. Not all 
the lights were on, since it was a weekend, and there were some very bad 
shadows. If I had been alone, I would have been a bit scared. 

"It really is very dim around here. I guess the conservation of lights is 
the reason." 

"But, surely, my girl. There is no reason to have the lights burn when no 
one is using them. If you are uneasy, I will see if I can turn some of them 
on." 

I protested that it wasn't necessary. 

"Are you anxious or frightened about something?" 

"No, not at all." 

"Really, Cindy, I'm here with you. Nothing is going to happen to you while I 
am with you." 

I did feel very foolish, then, making silly noises. I changed the subject, 
and he told me about all the awards that his students had won for the past 
year. He said that one of his male students had a way with a camera that 
would make him famous someday. A real talent. 

We turned in and a room lettered "Dark Room" came up in front of us. 
Terrence opened the door for me, and then put the light on. It was a huge 
place! There was so much equipment that I wanted to see and touch. I spent 
some time in there just touching some of the sophisticated machinery, when 
Terrence asked me if I would want to try out some of it. 

"Well of course, but I don't happen to have any exposed film with me." 

"We run our own developing service here for the students. They bring in 
their film, in the same way that they would bring it to a store. We process 
it here. Right over here. Here's some film that has to be processed. Do you 
know how to use the equipment?" 

"Well of course. But I'm not dressed for this." 

"Here's an apron. The place is yours. Go ahead." 

I hurried to put the apron on, and then I took the film that had to be 
processed. I prepared the solution, that was in the bath, and finally, all I 
needed was the dark to develop the negative. 

"Would you shut the lights off, Terrence?" 

"With pleasure, Cindy." 

I took off my jewelry and started to plunge the negatives in the solution. 
The lights were off and all I could hear was the rustling of Terrance doing 
something and the picture swishing through the liquid. Suddenly, I felt 
Terrance very close to me. There was something hard pressing into my leg. 
and then into my buttocks. I didn't know what it was, so I didn't say 
anything, but when Terrence started rubbing himself against me, I realized 
what that hard thing was. He had his penis out and was rubbing it against 
me. I wanted to run, but that would mean the contest. I had to be nice to 
him. 

"Mr. Wendler, please don't do that. I really do want to develop these 
pictures and I don't want to get into anything else. Please." 

"Just a little bit of contact, Cindy. I promise you that it won't be any 
more than that." 

Then he rubbed his cock against my thighs and up towards my crack in behind. 
I had underclothes on, but I didn't know what to do. He wasn't actually 
molesting me. He wasn't raping me. And I did want to win that contest. I 
didn't try to stop him when he did that and as I developed the picture, I 
was aware of every move that he made. The thought of being here in the 
school's dark room with the principal making advances towards me was 
flattering, if misguided joy. I didn't want to prolong it, though, and I 
went, myself, to switch on the lights. 

I made no mention of the incident. I talked about the picture and the room, 
itself. I wanted to use some of the other machinery, but I was sure that 
lunch was ready and I didn't know how to handle the situation. We went back 
to his office, and the lunch was already there. I talked about other things, 
but the only thing I could think of was the contest. I wanted to say that I 
had won a contest. It might mean a scholarship, if I was good enough. And I 
wanted to beat that other girl who spoke after I did. 

"Cindy, I hope you won't be angry with me for what happened back in the dark 
room. Are you?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about. Nothing happened, did it?" 

This was the only way that I knew how to handle the situation. Terrance 
seemed to accept the fact that I didn't mind, or at least wouldn't tell 
anyone, and we had lunch. They had brought up sandwiches, and soda, and I 
ate with an amazing appetite. I couldn't remember being so hungry. We 
finished lunch and I was anxious to be back in the hall, listening to the 
contestants. 

Terrance, however, wanted to show me something else. After lunch, I like to 
relax a bit. But, he wanted to go to the lounge. I was impressed. I had 
never been in a teacher's lounge. Terrance led the way and we went around 
several corners in the huge building before we got to the right door. It was 
very quiet. There were two sets of doors within the lounge. One said Female 
and the other said Male. 

"I'm used to the Male lounge, if you don't mind. It's perfectly alright to 
bring guests into the lounge." 

I went in and was happily surprised that the place was nicely furnished. It 
was bright in there, for there were windows in the room. The outer room had 
none. We sat down on the couch, and then Terrance got up and got some liquor 
out of a cabinet. He had two glasses in his hand. 

"This is one of the privileges of being principal. I like to have some to 
relax me. Especially before making such important decisions like this 
contest. Will you join me?" 

"I don't drink much at all, Terrance. Why don't you have some? I won't 
mind." 

"No, you have just a drop, to be sociable. You don't have to drink the 
entire glass." 

I figured the best way to handle this would be to take the glass and then 
not drink any of it. I could hold the glass. That way, he wouldn't be angry 
with me, and I wouldn't have to drink it. He drank a lot right away, and 
then, he came over to the chair where I was sitting...He put his hand on my 
lap. Right there. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

That first interview ended because Cindy began to cry. She refused to say 
anymore that day, and I decided not to push her into something that was 
extremely uncomfortable for her. When she came for her second appointment, 
she did not seem as upset as the first time. We had little problem getting 
into the details of the actual scene that traumatized her. 

Once we were in the teacher's lounge, and he had some whiskey to drink, 
there was little 

I could do to stop him. He forced me to drink some of the liquor in my 
glass. Well, when I say forced, I mean that he told me it would be very 
unfriendly if I didn't have a sip and he would think that I didn't like him. 
So, I drank a little bit of the stuff. I tasted like something awful, but I 
managed to get it down. 

As I was sitting with the drink in my hand, Terrance came over to me and 
while he was sitting next to me, he put his hand in my lap. He put it right 
between my legs. I didn't know what to do, and I tried to brush his hand 
away. As I did that, the whiskey in my glass spilled and got all over my 
dress. The smell was terrible. I thought that I would get sick. 

"Oh, isn't that terrible! You poor thing. You can't go back to the contest 
looking like that. Why don't you take your dress off and wash out the spot. 
There's still a good hour before the contestants finish. Go on. I'll help 
you with it." 

Terrance started to undress me, and though I started to resist him, he undid 
the buttons without pausing. I was startled from the drink and from the 
things that were happening. I didn't want to get undressed in front of Mr. 
Wendler. He was nice, but not that nice. I just didn't want this to happen. 
All of a sudden, the contest didn't seem that important. I started to pull 
my dress back on and then 

Terrance just stopped me; 

"Cindy, this isn't very nice. Where are you going?" 

"Mr. Wendler, I don't care about the contest. I just want to go home. I 
really only want to go home." 

"Cindy, you don't understand the situation. Even if you don't win the 
contest, there's still school to think of. Why don't you be nice to me? 
There's nothing to gain from being mean and unfriendly, is there?" 

I sank back on the chair and Terrance pulled my dress off entirely. I was 
wearing a bra and a half slip. He pulled the rest off and I was sitting 
there in my bra and my panties. I felt so stupid sitting there. He was still 
fully dressed. I just didn't know what to do. I thought about screaming, but 
what would happen. I was in the men's teacher's lounge, with whiskey spilled 
on my dress and some on my breath .Why had I spent the day with him? Why 
wasn't I with the rest of the contestants. And now, he said something about 
school. 

"You have such a nice body, Cindy. I just want to look at it. You come over 
here and stretch out on this couch. I want to look at that young body." 

I went over to the couch and lay full length on it. Terrance stood back and 
looked at me as I did this. Then he came over and pulled at my panties. I 
held onto them, but he just looked at me and I let go. I can't say why. 
Next, he was at my bra, and in a moment, I was completely naked. I felt so 
stupid lying there, naked on the leather couch. 

Terrance walked over to look at me again. He walked back and forth along the 
couch and looked, and I was embarrassed. I wasn't a virgin, but I had only 
been with one boy. I had never let him see me naked, either. We had done it 
in the dark and I hadn't seen him for weeks after that because I was so 
embarrassed. Now, I was naked in front of a man I didn't really know. 

Then he started to do things that really felt strange. He was still dressed, 
but he was excited. I could see the bulge in his pants. He came over and put 
his finger into my pussy and rubbed it up and down. He rubbed hard, and the 
sensation was strange. I was jerking my body from the intensity of the 
pressure of his hand. As I jumped, he laughed and then asked me to turn 
over. I had no idea what he was about to do. 

I heard a package being opened, and then, I felt something very cold on my 
bottom. I felt something greasy on my ass and then there was something in my 
asshole! I shrieked as his finger went far up into my anal passage. He just 
rubbed that finger in and out of me, very surely. He did it slowly at first, 
and then he increased the speed of his motions. 

"This is the part of you that I want. I love to feel a nice, sweet, innocent 
asshole. You are a virgin here, aren't you?" 

I didn't answer at first, and then Terrance asked me something else. 

"What I mean, is that has anyone shoved a huge cock up inside there?" 

I got scared then. 

"No, no! Please don't do that to me! I'm afraid! Don't please!" 

Terrence just laughed and kept pushing his finger into my asshole. 

"Okay, let's get this started. I can feel my cock bursting with desire for 
your sweet asshole. Drape yourself over the arm of the couch. Here, I'll put 
some cushions underneath your little ass for height, and also your hips you 
so you can support yourself when I push into you." 

He arranged the couch so that the cushions were piled up at one end, and I 
was over the arm of the couch. My ass was sticking up in the air and I was 
scared. But there was something else happening inside me. I was getting 
excited by the feelings he produced in my ass. No one had ever done that to 
me before. The feeling was completely new to me. And I liked it. 

Just then, while I was thinking about this, Terrance opened his pants and 
took out his cock. He put some of the cream on it, and then he came at me. I 
felt a sharp pain, and screamed. 

"Please, Don't do this to me! Oh!" 

I found the strength to struggle and I pulled away from the couch and from 
his cock. The whole episode seemed unreal! This just couldn't be happening 
here in a school that I had come to. 

"Come here, you little bitch!" 

Mr. Wendler was drunk and he was getting rough. He caught me before I got 
very far and threw me to the floor. I fell and stayed there, crying. He 
threw himself on top of me, and pulled his trousers down, Then he pushed me 
onto my stomach and forced my body flat under his. 

"Listen, my little pretty miss. If you say anything to anyone about this, 
I'll have you thrown out of school! No one will believe you. What are you 
doing up here with me. I'll tell them that you started this whole thing, and 
I threw you out before you could get anywhere. Who do you think they will 
believe?" 

The picture had suddenly changed. He was threatening to have me expelled. 
That would mean that I couldn't go to college. That would mean that my whole 
life would be ruined! 

What could I do? I lay still underneath him, biting my lips. He pushed at me 
with his cock, and this time, he didn't stop, no matter how much I squirmed 
and shrieked. I closed my eyes when I felt the huge cock hit at my ass and 
push its way through. 

Terrance picked me up under the middle and forced my ass up into the air. As 
he did this, his cock slipped into the hole and went all the way up my ass. 
There was cream on me and on his cock, but that couldn't stop the pain from 
racing across my brain. The stretching was bad, very bad. 

There was no use in struggling, but I couldn't help squirming around. That 
hot pole up my ass was driving me crazy and I couldn't stay still. But every 
time that I moved, the cock only went further up. Terrance was grunting now, 
thrusting his cock in and out of my hole. Then did something that changed 
everything. With the hand underneath me, he grabbed at my pussy. He made a 
stab at my clitoris and then began to rub it. I started to feel the pleasant 
sensation and then my whole body started to relax. 

The pain in my ass wasn't that bad, and I began to move against his hand. I 
felt trapped in the situation and I wanted to enjoy the feelings running 
through my body. I rubbed my pussy into his hand as much as I could. I could 
feel the thick cock throbbing in my ass and even that started to excite me. 
I almost enjoyed the sensation of the cock in there. 

Terrance sensed the change in me and started to stroke more slowly. 

"Hah! You're beginning to enjoy this little tryst! Doesn't that feel good in 
your ass? I know that I have a good cock for ass-fucking. I love to shove it 
up there. Especially in virgin asses." 

"I just feel you hand on my pussy, and that makes it so much better. Yes, I 
almost feel good about all of this." 

Then Terrance got very good about the whole thing. He managed to get one 
finger into my vagina and frigged me that way while rubbing my. clit, too. I 
began to feel as though I could come. I felt wild. I didn't want this, and 
yet I wanted it terribly. I needed it. I began to enjoy the cock in my ass. 
Really. But then, I started to come, and I couldn't think about anything 
else. I felt the world explode inside me and my pussy squeezed together 
making me move wildly. 

As I started to move, I must have done something to Terrance, cause he 
started to grunt and jerk his cock in and out of me very fast and then, I 
felt a hot gush of something up my ass. I was surprised at how hot it was. I 
had never felt a guy come inside me, ever. 

Both times I had been with that boy, he had used something and I didn't get 
any of it on me. This was so different. 

"Oh, you hot little bitch? What an asshole! Rock it over me! Make that cock 
pour it out for you!" 

I felt completely degraded and I writhed on the floor while he shot his come 
up my ass. I finished my own orgasm and then we lay together. He pulled out 
of my ass and then he lay there, close to me for a moment. When he opened 
his eyes, he was less drunk. He zipped his pants and almost seemed 
embarrassed to see me this way. There was that white stuff all over my ass 
and my legs. And when I got up, it ran down my legs. 

I got to the women's bathroom, and I fixed myself up. I was pretty numb from 
the whole thing. When I got back to the lounge, there was a note from 
Terrence saying that he was sorry for the accident that I had with my dress 
and that he would make sure that I was compensated for it. I went right home 
after that, but found out when I got to school on Monday, that I had won the 
contest. 

I was so happy, and my whole school was so thrilled that I didn't know what 
to do about the whole thing. I just didn't do anything. I suppose that was 
wrong. But I didn't know what to do. My parents were so proud of me and 
everything. Now, I even have a chance to get a scholarship. How could 
something so terrible bring such good things? 

Then, there is the fact that I wanted to impress him and use his friendship 
in a way that was wrong. And, viewing the act, I did enjoy part of it. At 
the very last, when he was coming, I came, too. I guess that I can't blame 
him completely for this. He never held me down with his body, but I was 
afraid for my future. Doctor, I just don't know what to do. 

CONCLUSION 

It was useless, in the beginning, to convince Cindy that she actually had 
nothing to do with the rape. She was so laden with guilt, that no matter 
what tactic I took, she refused to see the principal's entire culpability. 
Cindy, however, is a bright girl, and after several more sessions, I was 
able to at least have her consider the possibility of bringing this incident 
to the attention of the correct parties. 

This man has a problem, and should be helped. Cindy no longer blamed him for 
the incident, however, and throughout the remainder of our therapy sessions, 
I was unable to convince her that this was the only and the right way for 
her to proceed. She remained constant in her belief that everything should 
be forgotten. She is off to a fine career in a wonderful college, and she 
refuses to consider jeopardizing this. 

As to Cindy's emotional health concerning this incident, I see no real 
lasting problem. Even a few weeks after the experience, she was back to her 
usual fine temper and did not express any wish to stay away from boys. 
Again, this was possible insofar as her parents never knew about this and 
she was allowed to forget the entire experience. Young minds are stronger 
than some would believe. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Vicki W. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

This very quiet young lady was referred to me by the local child welfare 
department. She has been in several foster homes since the unfortunate 
break-up of her home when she was only six. The reason behind this referral 
was a terribly unfortunate incident in this young lady's life. She was 
placed with a couple who had never been foster parents before and had been 
molested by the man in the house. 

Her attitude was one of resignation and withdrawal. It was several weeks 
before we could come to the tape that has been reproduced below. 

I didn't really mind being at this house. I had learned before that I 
wouldn't stay in any one forever, but I have nice memories about most of the 
places. This one was pretty, prettier than most of the others. In the 
beginning, I figured that it was going to be the best place I had ever been. 
I had a fine room all for my own. It had a television and a record player, 
and they went out and bought me lots of records. 

Jean and Marty seemed very nice. I guess I have to say that they were both 
very nice to me. Jean was more of a friend to me than a foster mother. She 
never pulled a high and mighty act with me and Marty was just nice to me. I 
didn't have too much to do with him at first. Sure, he was with us most of 
the time, but he kept to himself. 

The first time that Marty and I ever spent any time alone, it was when 
Jean's mother got sick and she went to stay with her for a day or 50. I was 
worried about Jean's mother, too, and for a couple of reasons. First, if she 
was really sick, and Jean had to take care of her, maybe I would have to 
leave. She might have to spend all her time with her mother and there 
wouldn't be any room for me. 

Then, I was really sorry that this lady had to get sick. I liked Jean, and I 
was sorry that her mother was sick. Jean was a nice person, and I guess her 
mother must have been just as nice. I didn't like to see Jean upset the way 
she was before she left for her mother's. I don't like to see good people 
unhappy. I have met some terrible people and they deserve to be unhappy. 

Well, after Jean left, I decided that I should take care of the house. Jean 
was only supposed to be away for a couple of days at the most, or maybe just 
overnight. I wanted her to know that I cared and so I started cleaning up 
the house. I was working in the kitchen when Marty came in. 

"What are you doing, Vicki?" 

"Just straightening up, Marty. I don't want Jean to come home to a dirty 
house." 

"Now, look here. You know that we have someone come in and clean for Jean. 
You don't have to run around like a little maid. This is where you live, not 
where you work. Go watch some television. That's an order." 

I was happy to hear Marty talk this way, and I didn't mind when he smacked 
my backside as I went past him. He made me feel very much at home and I 
liked him for that. Well, I watched television for a while, and then I got 
hungry. I wasn't used to the house yet, and I was afraid to get a snack for 
myself. But, then, I figured that someone would have to get some food since 
Jean wasn't here. 

On my way to the kitchen, I passed through the living room. I wanted to see 
if Marty was there. I guess that I was still shy about getting something for 
myself. He was there reading some book, but when I came in, he put the book 
down. I saw the title on the book and it had something to do with sex. He 
put it down with the cover against the chair so that I couldn't see the 
title, and I didn't say anything. I figured that he didn't want me to know 
what he was reading. 

"Anything wrong, sugar?" 

"No, I just thought that I might make a snack. Is that alright?" 

"Oh, of course it is. But while you're in there, would you mind getting me 
something, too?" 

I felt great when he said that. I never had a home where I could get things 
and I wanted to show Marty how much I appreciated his letting me do this. I 
was going to make him something. 

"Sure, Marty. What do you want?" 

Marty sat there for a moment, and just looked at me. Then he started to say 
something, but stopped right away. 

"I don't know. Just a little hungry for a little nibble." 

"Why don't I surprise you?" 

"Hey, that's a nice idea. You surprise me with a snack." 

I was very happy that night. I went into the kitchen and made a huge 
sandwich for Marty. It must have had seven different things on it, and we 
laughed when I served it to him. We laughed a lot that night, and when it 
was time to go to bed, I was sorry to leave him. I liked having this kind of 
fun with him. But the next day was a school day and I had to get up early. 
So did he. 

The next day, Jean came home. Her mother was getting better and she wanted 
to come home to us. She was in a great mood and we had a wonderful dinner 
that night. I didn't mention the night before to Jean. Somehow, it was very 
special to me. I never had a father or any man spend that kind of time with 
me and I held it very close to my heart. Jean wanted to know how we managed 
without her and I just said that it was okay, but that we missed her. 

That was true about missing Jean. I really liked her. But this thing with 
Marty was so special. We spent some nice weeks after that, and then Jean's 
sister was having a baby. Her sister asked her if she could come out and 
stay with her for a few days. Jean was happy to help her sister, but she 
didn't seem to happy to spend that much time away from the house. 

She thought about taking me, but her sister wanted to spend the time alone 
with her. 

I know that she had some cross words with her sister about that, but Jean's 
mother said that the sister was only nervous about having the baby and Jean 
should understand. Finally, Jean did go, but she said that she would be back 
the minute her sister had the baby. I told her not to worry, that I would 
take care of things. Before she left, Jean hugged me and told me that she 
would miss me. That made me feel very good. 

But, I was happy, in a way, that Jean was going for a while. I really 
enjoyed that night alone with Marty. Now I would have a couple of days like 
that. I was very excited about this. The first night that Marty and I spent 
together was a Wednesday. He wanted to go out, put I had come straight home, 
from school and cooked a nice meal. He was so surprised and happy, that he 
went and got a bottle of wine from the cabinet and I had my first glass of 
wine, ever. 

After dinner, we spent some time, watching television together and then he 
read a book. Finally, It was time for bed, and I went upstairs. Nothing had 
happened like the last time. I mean that we didn't talk much or do anything 
after dinner. When I was about to go to bed, Marty knocked on the door. I 
was in my pajamas and Marty looked at me for a while before he said 
anything. 

"Just want to see if you're alright. Need anything?" 

"No, I'm just fine. See you in the morning." 

When I went to bed that night, I imagined myself playing with Marty in the 
living room. I fell asleep thinking about him and I dreamed some terrible 
things. I dreamed that he was running after me and when he caught me, he did 
something to me. I don't remember anything else, except that I woke up 
nervous. 

When I got home from school the next day, Marty had left a note for me. He 
said that we would go out to dinner and that I was only to pretty up. He 
didn't want to hear of me in the kitchen. I was thrilled and I spent the 
rest of the afternoon trying on some makeup and all of the clothes that I 
had. Jean had just bought me a nice dress, and I decided to wear that. It 
looked more grown-up than any of the other clothes that I had. 

When Marty came home, I was waiting in the living room for him. I was 
wearing the pretty blue dress that hugged my top a little and fell in soft 
pleats. I wore my only pair of high heel shoes and borrowed some of Jean's 
perfume. I didn't really wear much makeup, because I didn't want to make it 
seem that this was so important. Then, I guess, I just don't like the way I 
look with a lot of makeup on. 

"Well, well, my little princess. Stand up and let me get an eyeful of you." 

I felt a little embarrassed when Marty said that, but I was happy that he 
noticed what I was wearing. Then I realized why he was so impressed. The 
more I thought about it, I realized that Marty had never seen me in anything 
but jeans or slacks and a sweater or sweatshirt since that was all that I 
wore to school. That was all that most of the kids wore. 

"You look like a young lady. You look so different in that from what you 
look like in your jeans. I like you this way. I really do." 

There was only one problem. I didn't have a coat nice enough to go with the 
dress and the shoes, and I hesitated before we were about to go. Marty 
solved that by throwing one of Jean's coats at me. It was a beautiful one 
that I had only seen once. It had a wonderful fox collar on it. It was wide 
and when I pulled it up, it looked like a hood, almost. 

We went to a great restaurant that had candles on the table and the lights 
were so low. I felt so grown up! I had a wonderful time. I couldn't drink 
there, but Marty let me sip some of his wine. Marty had some whiskey before 
dinner and then some during and a night cap when we got home. I was floating 
on air. Being out with Marty that way was so very different. 

I felt bad a bit about the thoughts that were running through my head and at 
one point, Marty asked me what was wrong. I told him nothing, but he kept 
after me. 

"Oh, Marty. It's just that I never have ever gone to anyplace like the 
restaurant tonight, and I never have been with a man all alone. I feel so 
good, and I don't think that I should." 

I couldn't look at Marty. We were in the living room, and I still had the 
coat near me. I rubbed the collar against my face while I waited for his 
answer. He didn't come over to me, but just looked at me from where he was 
sitting. 

"Vicki, you are a lovely young lady. In just a few years, you will have many 
men taking you out. You will have a life of your own. Any man would be proud 
to be with you. I know that I was, tonight.' 

He took a sip of the drink that he held in his hand. 

"And, as for feeling bad about tonight, well, that's just plain foolish. Why 
many girls have those very feelings about their natural fathers. You are a 
young woman, you know, and I am a very normal man, Vicki. I was very happy 
to be with you tonight. You still look so different in that dress. You're 
going to be a beautiful young woman very soon." 

My head was spinning from the entire evening, and I got up to put the coat 
away. I knew that the next day was school, and I didn't really want to go to 
bed at all. But, I knew that this had to end, too. I walked by Marty, and I 
stopped when I got to him. 

"Oh, Marty... I don't know.." 

Marty reached out to me and pulled me to him. I didn't fight him at all. He 
just held me for a while. But we were very close to each other. I sort of 
fell into his lap and just cuddled there. His face was against my neck and 
he kissed me again and again, there. I felt like something was burning up 
inside me and I couldn't sit still. I was sort of squirming around in his 
lap. 

For some reason, I don't remember, or understand, I threw my arms around his 
neck and held on very tightly to him. My breasts were pressing into him and 
I started to feel his chest heave faster. He was breathing very hard. He 
started to put his hands under my dress and ran his fingers along my thigh. 
I felt the burning in my body get worse, and then I didn't know what to do. 
I wanted to put something in between my legs. I wanted to rub my slit and 
bring myself off, I wanted to feel myself there, but all at once I was 
ashamed and frantic. 

"Marty, something's happening to me. I don't know what it is! It's kind of 
scarey!" 

Marty was rubbing across my bottom, now, and the feeling was getting worse. 

"What do you mean, sugar? Tell me about it. Come on, tell me about it." 

"Well, I feel so hot inside me. I can't stay still. And I want to do 
something that sometimes I do. But only in private." 

"You're a virgin, aren't you, honey?" 

"Yes. I've never been with anyone before. I never got to meet anyone who I 
got to know real well, Marty." 

"What you're feeling is just a normal feeling, sugar. You're probably 
getting excited and don't know what you're feeling. Do you feel that burning 
in your pussy?" 

I felt my face burn with embarrassment when Marty said that. 

"Now, you don't have to be ashamed in front of me. I care about, you. Is it 
in your pussy?" 

I nodded instead of answering. I was feeling something besides shame. I 
liked talking about these parts of my body with Marty. 

"And, I bet, your breasts are tingling, aren't they? Especially the 
nipples?" 

"How did you know that?" 

Marty laughed. He hugged me a bit more, but he kept one hand on my fanny. 

"Because, ray little virgin, that's the way all women feel when they get 
excited. But, now, we're going to have a problem." 

Marty put his hand to his crotch and rubbed it there. For the first time, I 
saw a bulge there, in his pants. I had never before seen anything like that 
on Marty. In the evenings or in the mornings, I usually saw him dressed, or 
with a robe and pajamas on. I never really even thought about him in that 
way. But here he was, with that big bulge in his pants, and it was so close 
to my thigh. i:I can't talk to you about these things tonight, sugar. I've 
got a hard-on that is driving me crazy. I think that I'll go upstairs and 
try to sleep. If I can't, I'll have to jack myself off so that I can sleep. 
You sure are a little devil." 

All of a sudden, I didn't want Marty to leave me. I thought of anything to 
keep him there. 

"Uh, Marty, what does a hard-on mean? I mean, I don't know anything about a 
man's body at all." 

I could see a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, 'cause he was 
getting excited, too. He closed his eyes a minute, and then sighed. 

"You want to find out about a man's body, tonight? Vicki, if I start talking 
about it tonight, well, I can't promise what will happen. 

Or what won't. I'm hot, sugar. I don't think I can handle it." 

"You mean that you don't want to teach me about a man's body?" 

Marty put his head back on the cushions of the chair. He closed his eyes 
tightly for a minute. When he started speaking, his eyes were still closed. 

"Right now, Vicki, there's nothing I want to do more, but to show you what a 
man's body looks like and feels like. But not just a man's body, my body. I 
want to teach you everything." 

"I'd like to have you teach me, Marty." 

I couldn't believe the words were mine. Even then, I knew that what I was 
saying was wrong, that I was doing something terrible. I couldn't help 
myself. I just didn't want to be without him that night. I didn't want to go 
up to bed. 

Marty opened his eyes and looked at me, then he brought my face next to his 
and he kissed me. Right on the lips! I loved the feeling. He didn't do 
anything like I heard that some kids did. You know, shoving his tongue into 
my mouth or anything. He just kissed me on the lips for a long time. I could 
feel my body getting hot again. I put my hand on his chest and when I felt 
his muscles under his shirt move, I started to get even worse. I didn't know 
what else to do. 

"Oh, Marty, it's getting bad again. What do I do?" 

"Take your panties off, honey, and I'll make you feel better." 

I turned around on Marty's lap and I shucked my stockings and shoes and 
finally my panties. I felt terribly wicked sitting there on his lap with no 
panties on at all! My pussy was very wet and I was afraid of wetting his 
pants. 

"Maybe I shouldn't sit on your lap, Marty. I don't want to, well, I might 
get you messy." 

"You mean that your pussy is all wet and ready?" 

When he said this, Marty seemed to go wild. 

"Well, let me see for myself." 

Then Marty put his hand under my dress and pressed his fingers right into my 
crotch. I gasped when his fingers touched my hot pussy, and I could feel his 
fingers getting very wet. I couldn't look at him, but as his fingers rubbed 
against my body, I felt the wonderful thrill of his touch. I must have 
started to work myself up and down on his fingers, cause Marty started to 
rub them into me faster. 

"Dammit, you are hot! Rub yourself wild on my hand, little princess!' While 
he said that, he started unzipping his pants. When he did that, I sort of 
forgot about being that hot, and wanted to see his body. I watched as he 
pulled his cock from his pants. It was so big! The head was almost purple. 

"Go ahead, you want to feel it, sugar?" 

I put my hand out to touch it, and when I did, I was surprised at how hot it 
was. Really, it was like a hot water pipe. But it was so big, that when I 
tried to get my hand around it, I almost couldn't. I just made it, with my 
hand. But, when I did that, Marty moaned so loudly, that I figured that I 
had hurt him. I pulled my hand away. 

"No, no, honey, don't stop touching him. It felt so good. You didn't do 
anything wrong, really." 

Marty still had his fingers in my pussy, but he didn't shove them all the 
way up inside. He rubbed me on the outside up and down, and then, in a 
circle. I know that his hand was so very wet. 

"How are you feeling now, honey?" 

"Oh, Marty, I feel like I want something in me. I never felt that way 
before. I like what your fingers are doing to me, but I want something 
inside me, too. Don't men put that in a woman?" 

"Oh, honey, don't tempt me! Please! I'd love to take your cherry. I would 
love to cream in that virgin pussy." 

I was losing control of myself. I wanted to feel good all over and I didn't 
really care how it happened. I suddenly could only think of getting 
something inside me. 

"Then do it, Marty. I won't tell anyone, I swear!" 

Marty tried to push me off him for a minute, but I held on. 

"Vicki, you don't know what you're talking about! There are so many things 
that could happen. Suppose you got pregnant? Suppose you didn't really like 
it. No, it's not that simple." 

That shocked me a little bit, and I turned around in his lap. When I did 
that, his cock hit up against my ass cheeks. The heat of his cock still 
shocked me, but it felt nice against my skin. I guess I must have rubbed 
myself a little against him, while I was thinking about what he said. Then, 
all of a sudden, Marty went almost wild. 

"But, honey, there is one way that I can get inside you, and no one will 
ever know. I can shove it up that pretty little virgin ass. You can have 
your cherry, and I can get off in you." 

I didn't really know what his words meant. I was happy that he wanted to be 
near me. I was feeling as though he didn't want to have anything to do with 
me. but now, it was different. Marty grabbed me and pulled my bottom closer 
to him. 

"Rub yourself over that cock for me, honey. Oh, that's it! Move those hips!" 

I rocked myself over him and I felt some wetness on my ass. I thought that 
he had come. 

"Did you come, Marty? Is it all over?" 

"Sweetheart, that's only a drop of what I have for you. You are going to 
find out what a real man is all about, and find out tonight! Lift up your 
bottom a bit." 

What he did next was so wonderful, that I can still remember what it felt 
like. I got up on my knees on the chair and he slid his cock up against my 
pussy. The tip of it almost went into the hole, but he just kept rubbing it 
all along my slit, and he touched the clit, that bump I like to rub. I was 
so wet that it felt wonderful! Honestly, I thought that I would do it right 
then. 

But as he rubbed, he started to rub all the way back to my ass. He would 
bring all that juice over to my ass, until I was really very wet from the 
front of my hair to the back of my ass, high up. I felt so slippery there. 

"Okay, honey, it's time for that major lesson, right now. Right now." 

Marty started to push me down off the chair and onto the floor. I felt funny 
half dressed. 

"Okay, now slide onto the floor, honey. I'm right with you. I'll just get 
the rest of myself out, and then you'll have your fill of a cock. Here, put 
his pillow under your hips, and pull your dress up." 

I wanted to feel that wonderful feeling again, so I did what he told me, and 
then I was on the floor on this pillow and my dress up away from my bottom. 
I was a little scared, but I didn't want to stop. Marty opened his pants all 
the way and let them drop. He pulled out his balls, too, and as I turned 
back for a minute, he cradled them in his hand and rubbed them. 

"These are what you call a man's balls, or his scrotum. That's where all the 
hot juice is manufactured. The hot stuff that I am going to give to you 
right now." 

Then Marty got on top of me and did that nice thing again. He rubbed his 
cock into my pussy from the back and I kept getting wetter and wetter. Then 
he stuck a finger into my ass and I shrieked. It felt strange. 

But then, Marty pushed it in and pulled it out. He rubbed his finger in and 
out of my ass and it started to feel good. I was hot, too. I never did 
anything like this before, anyway, and I didn't know what to expect. Then 
Marty pulled his finger out of my asshole and put his cock back there, 
instead. 

"Here goes, angel." 

Marty pushed the hard cock against my ass and I screamed from the pain. 

"No, stop, Marty, please! That hurts! That hurts a lot!" 

But he wouldn't stop. The pain was terrible and he wouldn't stop. I got 
really scared and tried to get up, but he was strong and he held me down. 

"Don't fight it, sugar! I have to do it this way. It's best for both of us! 
I have to do it!" 

But the more I struggled, the more his cock hurt my anus. I must have been 
really yelling, cause he tried to keep me quiet. 

"Come on, shut up, Vicki. You wanted this as much as I did! You asked me to 
do it, now just shut up until I get it in all the way. It will feel better 
in a minute!" 

I was crying and crying, now, because the pain was so bad. I felt him pull 
out a little bit, and then, he shoved it all the way up. I really screamed 
that time. 

"Okay, okay, it's all the way in, sugar! Now just relax. You're tight back 
here. It hurts me a little, too. Take it easy, and I won't move for a 
while." 

After he said that, he rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks and that made me 
feel tingly again. That big cock in me hurt a little, but since he wasn't 
moving, it didn't feel that bad at all. He moved a little then, and the pain 
started to come back again. I realized that I was guilty of some of this, 
but I was still scared that he would rip me apart or something. 

Then, Marty pulled his cock out of me almost all the way. I gasped from the 
quickness and the strange sensation it produced. But when he shoved it back 
in, it hurt again. 

"Ow! You said it wouldn't hurt again! Marty, stop, stop!" "I can't stop now, 
sugar, I'm going to come in just a minute or two. I can't stop now." 

Marty kept shoving that big cock into my asshole and though I struggled, he 
didn't seem to care anymore about me. He wasn't listening to what I was 
saying. He pulled it almost all the way out, and then he would slam it back 
in with a powerful thrust. I was almost sliding across the floor from the 
pushing he was doing, and he had to hold me to keep me close to him. 

Marty kept shoving his cock into me and when he put his hands on me to keep 
me close, I felt the friction of my pussy against the pillow. His weight was 
almost fully upon me. But, just then, Marty started pumping into me wildly, 
and I thought for sure that my asshole would be ripped apart. 

"Oh, no! Here it comes, Vicki, get ready. You just lost one part of your 
virginity!" 

Then a hot gush of something shot inside me. Marty grunted a lot and kept 
pushing at me. Each time that he shoved into me, another shot of this hot 
stuff shot into me. I had a funny feeling in my pussy, and the last time he 
shot this come into me, I felt myself coming, too. I felt crazy. I started 
to come and I didn't want to show it, but Marty felt my ass tighten around 
his cock as I came, and he kept shoving into me. 

"Oh, that's it, honey! Get yourself off, too. You liked having my cock in 
your ass. Come on, come on, let it happen." 

Finally I stopped coming and I just lay there. When Marty felt me stop, he 
stopped, too. We lay there, him on top of me and me underneath. I was full 
of his come, all over. As he was shooting into me, the stuff had come out of 
my ass and gotten all over my legs. It was over him, too. Marty pulled out 
of me slowly, and then, it didn't really hurt at all. He helped me get up, 
and wiped some of the stuff off me, so that I wouldn't get my dress full of 
it. 

When I looked at Marty, I could see that he was feeling terrible. I didn't 
feel that bad, but I had yelled some mean things while he was inside me, and 
we both remembered them. I just said goodnight and went, upstairs. 

The next day, Marty left for work before I was up and Jean's sister had the 
baby that afternoon. She was home by dinner time and when Marty came in, he 
said hello to her and they spent most of the evening together. I felt 
terrible. I was out in the living room and they were together. I was so left 
out. I was afraid that he might tell her what happened, and that she would 
send me away. 

But nothing happened, and Jean was just the same to me as ever. I never saw 
Marty alone again for a long time, but by then, I felt strange. I started to 
act funny, I guess, and pretty soon, the agency said that they thought that 
it would be better if I went someplace else. I didn't want to go, but then, 
I did. I didn't know what I felt. After I left Jean and Marty, I just 
stopped going to school for a while. 

The psychologist saw me a couple of times, but I didn't like her. I wouldn't 
tell her anything. Finally, I talked to one of the counselors who I knew for 
a while and somehow, the story started to come out. But when I saw the look 
on her face, I just stopped. I made up a different ending. I never, never 
told them the real story. They think that he tried something because he was 
drunk, but I wouldn't let him and went to sleep. 

I heard someone say that Marty could be prosecuted for what he did. I don't 
want anything to happen to him. Ill never tell anyone else about this, and 
if you do, I will say that it's a lie. 

Sometimes, late at night, I lie awake and think about Marty. I get hot and I 
imagine that he's in my ass and then in my pussy. I stick my own fingers in 
there, but they don't feel like him. Sometimes, I wish he had taken my 
cherry. 

CONCLUSION 

Vicki will probably hold onto the memory of Marty for as long as she needs 
to. Until some loving man comes into her life, she will think of him as 
someone who really wanted her. He awakened in her the budding sexuality of a 
woman, and she considers him as her lover. But "lover" in this case is not 
only physical. She has never had a solid, long-term relationship with any 
male. The feelings were good between Vicki and Marty. He was not a bad 
person, and he never sought to hurt her the way she had been hurt 
psychologically. 

While I cannot condone such a physical relationship in a foster home, I am 
concerned that the sudden break after this sexual contact will harm Vicki's 
ability to associate sex with love in years to come. She wanted him to touch 
her and hold her, and when he did, he hurt her at first, but in the long 
run, it took her away from the affection and security of the home. 

With therapy, however, I feel that Vicki will learn that this was not the 
only sexual experience she will ever have and that her sexuality is good, 
even though, in this case, it served her unjustly. Not surprisingly, she 
admits to wanting to see Marty again. I honestly believe that she will 
attempt this when she is a bit older. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Ali M. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Ali is a bright-eyed, freckled redhead that shows a vivacity for life even 
though she was temporarily upset by the unfortunate experience she suffered. 
The school guidance counselor referred her to me for some immediate crisis 
counselling. The school counselor had found out about Ali's trouble from a 
girl friend, and not from the victim, herself. 

This happy sophomore was involved in sports and cheerleading. She spent much 
time in extracurricular activities and her parents were used to her being 
home late. A friend saw her being dragged away, but when Ali showed up hours 
later, and didn't say anything, the friend was confused and went to the 
counselor for advice. 

When the counselor could get nothing from Ali, she decided to have the child 
see me in an attempt to get to the bottom of the probable assault. It took 
several sessions before Ali would admit anything of the nature. 

I usually practice every afternoon for the cheerleading squad when I'm not 
at basketball practice. Our high school is very big, being the central one 
in the area, and you can pretty much do as you like as long as you fulfill 
requirements. My parents don't mind my extra stuff. In fact, Daddy is proud 
of my being on the basketball junior varsity. I'm an only child, and 
sometimes, I swear that he would have preferred a son. Oh, he never says 
anything like that, but I just know. 

Most afternoons, I get home about five o'clock, so my parents don't worry 
even if I don't make it till six. Well, we don't mix the boys and girl's 
teams at the school, but there was a rumor going around that they would put 
together the first mixed team in the area. I was really excited about that 
idea, cause I thought that Dad would get a big kick out of my being on the 
real high school basketball team. Not just the girls' team. I didn't know 
the coach on the varsity very well,'cause he was pretty new to the school, 
but I wanted to find out if this rumor was true. 

None of the kids on my team really knew anything about it, so one afternoon, 
I was practicing my cheerleading routine alone and I saw the coach walk into 
the gym. It was pretty late and I guess I must have been the only one there. 
I was jumping and cheering, and I saw him pop his head into the gym. When he 
saw me, he looked for a minute and I stopped. 

"Just wanted to see who could be here so late. Don't you think your parents 
will worry about you being so late?" 

I looked at the big gym clock. It was four-thirty. 

"Oh, that's alright. They're used to me coming home close to six or later 
sometimes." 

I know that I exaggerated a bit, but I wanted to make him think that I was 
more adult than most of the other sophs. When I said that, he walked into 
the gym and just looked at me. I was wearing my practice skirt for the 
cheers. It is just as short as the real outfit, and I usually wear dancing 
briefs underneath it. Today, though, I just had my panties on. I didn't 
figure on having anyone come in. 

When I bent over to get my sweatshirt on the floor, I was very conscious of 
not having the dance briefs on, and I tried to bend without showing any of 
my bottom. But, then, I realized that I might have a chance to find out 
about the new basketball team. I wanted to ask the coach about it right out, 
but I didn't know just how. 

"Hey, I didn't mean to interrupt your practice. I can't help but admire your 
form. You're on the junior varsity girls' basketball team, too, aren't you?" 

I was thrilled that the coach knew that. I figured that he had been scouting 
for this new team, and maybe he liked me for it. 

"Oh, yes, yes, I am. I really like basketball! I just do the cheering to 
keep my mother happy. It's her idea that a girl should be in that kind of 
activity instead of the sports." 

I couldn't figure out why I was lying this was. I liked cheering myself. My 
mother was never in cheering, .and she didn't seem to care one way or 
another which activity I was interested in, as long as I liked it. Suddenly, 
I felt it was necessary for the coach to realize that I would spend all my 
time with basketball if I was on the team. 

"Oh, is that so? Do you think she minds you being in basketball that much?" 

I realized that I was leading in the wrong direction. 

"No, no, she's really proud of me in that, too." 

Then there was just silence. I figured that the coach would just leave. I 
wanted to ask him about the new team. I felt as though I just had to know. 
But there wasn't anything I could do, just then. I looked up, and I saw the 
coach looking at my tits. Sometimes, I would take off my bra when I 
practiced, and today, I had. I don't have big ones, but they still bounce 
when I jump. 

I was terribly conscious of my breasts jumping up and down as I walked over 
to get my stuff. I had to change and I picked up my clothes to go to the 
locker room. I swear that my face must have been redder than my hair. And 
then, I said something very stupid. 

"I, uh, I usually wear a bra during games. You know, so they don't bounce 
this way." 

Immediately, my face got redder, I guess, and the coach's did, too. He sort 
of turned away and I practically ran into the hallway towards the locker 
room. But he was coming after me, and I panicked and started to run out the 
side door. It was cold outside without any real clothes on. I got to the 
door, without my coat or anything, and I thought that I saw somebody in the 
dark yard. But, then, the coach reached me and pulled me back inside the 
door. I don't know why, but I was fighting him. 

Coach Kelly was stronger than I was, though, and it wasn't hard for him to 
stop me and pull me back inside the school. 

"Hey, hold on. What's the matter with you! You bolted and ran. Is something 
wrong?" 

I was very close to him and our bodies were touching. Without a bra on, I 
could feel my tits up against his chest. I tried to pull back. 

"Uh, no, no, nothing's wrong. I don't know why I ran. Gee, I really don't 
know why." 

That was the truth. I was so embarrassed at having said what I did and 
embarrassing the coach as well, that all I wanted to do was disappear! But I 
was breathing hard, and I suddenly felt the cold from outside. I started to 
shiver. 

"Hey, go on and change. You're starting to catch cold. That's not too bright 
for an athlete. Come on, I'll walk you over to make sure you're alright." 

Coach Kelly and I walked towards the girls' locker room and I looked at him 
beside me. He was a good-looking man. He has this grey running through his 
hair and it makes him look so groovy! I couldn't believe that Coach Kelly 
was actually paying real attention to me. I was getting over the 
embarrassment from before, and my head was beginning to clear. When we got 
to the door of the locker room, I stopped for a minute. 

"Thank you for , well, walking me here. I'm sorry that I acted so silly 
before." 

But he didn't stop at the door, he opened it and held it for me. I was 
shocked that the coach would go inside the girls' locker room. 

"I want to make sure that you get home safely. I don't like the idea of a 
girl here all by herself. Something could happen. This is a big school and 
there are so many pscple around here. I'll wait here while you take a 
shower, and get dressed. You better take a good hot shower, though. You look 
as though you might be coming down with a cold." 

I didn't know what to say. Well, he looked real serious and I had acted like 
an idiot. I was a little shook up at what he said, but I didn't know what 
else to do. I had never thought about someone coming along and hurting me. 
He spooked me a little, so I just went inside, and headed for the shower 
stalls. 

I got undressed, and turned on the shower. The hot water felt good. A shiver 
ran down my spine knowing that the coach was only on the other side of the 
room while I was naked in the shower! For a minute, I made believe that he 
was with me, and he was holding me and trying to kiss me. I lathered my body 
with the suds from the soap and imagined that they were his hands. 

Since I was in the shower, I couldn't hear anything going on outside, and 
suddenly, I felt that someone was near me. I turned around and practically 
fainted when I saw the coach standing there, stark naked! His cock was 
standing out in front of him and he was holding another bar of soap. 

"I wanted to make sure that you were alright, so I decided to come in with 
you. I don't want you to catch cold, so I'll rub you with the soap and make 
sure that you get a good shower. A good rub and then a good toweling. After 
that, maybe a rub down." 

I was too shocked to scream. Anyway, what good would it do? I knew that 
there wasn't anyone else in this part of the building to hear me. The gym is 
in the basement of the building, and takes up the whole area, including the 
shower and locker rooms. So I didn't do anything when he put the soap under 
the water and started to rub the wet bar against my stomach. He rubbed me 
with the soap all over until I was soapy. He only touched my arms and legs 
and stomach and back, though really. 

I stood there, not moving until he started to rub his soapy hands over my 
tits. The nipples were standing up almost straight and he rubbed the soap on 
them, too. It felt good, to tell the truth. He rubbed each tit separately 
and I started to get goose bumps! 

"You like it, don't you?" 

I was afraid to say that I did, so I didn't say anything at all. But I think 
that he knew it anyway. He stopped rubbing my tits and then he traced an 
"eight" across my stomach. Each time, he would go lower until he was into 
the hair on my pussy. When he got there, he rubbed a lot of soap into it and 
was shampooing it. He rubbed against my pussy, though, and it felt good. He 
made circles over it. 

Up 'til now, he never asked me to touch him or even touched his cock to me. 
But, when he started dipping his finger into my pussy, between the lips, I 
could see that he was getting hot. I had necked with a couple of guys 
before, and when they wanted to have their peckers rubbed, they got kind of 
hot and breathed funny. Coach Kelly was doing this now. He rubbed his soapy 
fingers into my pussy, and it felt just wonderful. Even though I was scared, 
it still felt great. 

"Why don't you put a little soap on my. With his other hand, he put the soap 
into mine and then pulled it up to his cock. 

I could see the thing almost jumping, and when I didn't do it right away, he 
put some pressure on my hand. So, I started rubbing my hands on the soap to 
get some lather, and then I held my breath. I had never seen such a big one 
before. I put the soap up against the long part, and started to rub. The 
coach moaned and rocked his hips into my hands. 

"That's it, honey, rub the soap all over him!" 

I kept rubbing the soap over the hard cock and then I used both hands to rub 
over his balls. He was still doing me, too, and it was nice. 

"No, no, rub the shaft and the head, go on!" 

I went back to doing what he wanted, and I couldn't take my eyes off the 
giant thing. I knew that boys shot this come out of their cocks, and I 
wondered when he would do it. But, just then, I dropped the soap. I turned 
around in the shower, and bent over to pick it up. It slipped out of my 
hand, and I went fishing for it, as the water splashed over my body. 

Before I could get the soap back again, I felt the coach pull my hips to 
him. He fitted the head of his cock up against my asshole and started to 
push. It hurt and I tried to get up. But he held me there with his hands. 

"I hadn't thought about this, but it's too good to pass up. Just stay there, 
girl, and I'll give you something to remember. My cock is so slippery from 
the nice soaping that you gave it, he's all ready for this." 

I didn't actually know what he was going to do. I had heard some of the kids 
talk about this one girl who liked to be with boys, but she wanted her 
cherry, so they would fuck her up the ass. I never thought about it much, 
except that she must be crazy. Some of the girls, though, they said that she 
liked it a lot. And I was a little curious about it. 

Coach Kelly pushed against my ass and the soap made it easy to force the 
tight hole open. But that didn't make it hurt any less. 

"Ow! That hurts bad. Hey, stop hurting me!" 

Instead of answering me, the coach reached under me and started diddling my 
pussy. I was still soapy, too, and it felt good. He rubbed his finger 
agaisnt the bump, that clit and all the while, he was pushing in at my ass. 
Like I said, the soap made it easy for him and in no time, the thing was all 
the way up my ass. But my back was starting to hurt from the bent over 
position and my legs hurt too. 

"My legs hurt and my back, too. Please let me up a little." 

"Okay straighten up a bit." 

When I did that, the cock felt ten times larger. I felt like there was a 
huge telephone pole up my ass, but my back felt better, and he was still 
working his finger on my clit and I didn't mind it as much. I was moving 
against his finger cause I wanted to come, and that would make me feel 
really good. 

Suddenly, the coach started pumping into me really hard, and his balls were 
banging up against my thighs. Again and again, he shoved the cock into me 
and that started to hurt. The soap was drying on his cock, and it was 
beginning to hurt. I rubbed myself against his finger harder cause I figured 
that he was going to come, and I wanted to get off, too. 

All this time, I kept thinking about that girl everyone talked about. I 
wasn't happy about the discomfort in my ass, but the feelings in my pussy 
weren't bad at all. Maybe she knew what she was doing. Well, anyway, the 
coach knew what he was doing, and he shot his load up my ass! Just like 
that, he shot it into me. When he shot off, his hands went wild at my pussy, 
and I started to come, too. 

I finished coming after he did, and I was still jerking around when he had 
emptied all the juice he had for me. He was breathing hard, and for a 
moment, neither of us did anything. Then, he pulled his cock out of my ass, 
and got under the shower. He washed all the come off his cock, and now, it 
didn't look that big. I straightened up, finally, and washed the soap off my 
body. 

I figured that the coach might run away after he finished with me, but 
instead, he took the soap and rubbed some over my sore ass. He pushed his 
finger up inside and I jumped. 

"Take it easy, and bend over a bit. I want to wash out any soap in there. It 
might burn you if we don't get it out." 

And, nice as anything, he gently slipped his finger in and out of my ass 
until there was no soap left there and I was squeaking from his fingering. 
Then he rubbed the soap over me and rinsed me off. I felt great when he shut 
the shower off. "Now, I nice toweling off, and you'll feel just great. No 
chance of getting a cold." 

The coach used a big thick towel to rub me dry and I felt pretty good. I was 
a bit confused, but I didn't know what else to do except let him do it. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Ali was calm in the next interview and she went on to tell me what ensued in 
her dealing with the coach. For an immature youngster, she showed remarkable 
control of her actions, and some very outstanding common sense. She 
continues below. 

The coach acted as though nothing had happened, and he even drove me home. I 
was sore from what he did to me, but I couldn't dream of telling anyone. My 
friend, Angie, asked me if I was alright when I saw her later on, and I 
didn't know what to say. Anyway, how would she have known? 

I decided not to say anything to anyone, especially my parents. I liked 
sports and if they suspected that any danger existed, they wouldn't let me 
play. Anyway, I suspected them. And, then, something else. Who would believe 
me? 

Another thought popped into my mind as I went to school the next day. Would 
the coach even speak to me? How would he act towards me? Well, I didn't get 
a chance to find out until the next week. I saw a note in my locker and 
opened it up. It was from the coach. 

"Meet me for special conference, my office, four-forty-five." 

When I got there, the coach was writing something down in the files. He was 
very friendly. 

"How are you doing, Ali? You look well. Very well, in fact." 

The place was very quiet and I didn't know what he would do. I figured that 
I would play it very cool. I sat down on the chair beside his desk. The 
coach came over and then I knew what he was going to do. I could see the 
bulge in his pants. 

"Ali, I really liked what we did the other day, last week. It was really 
great. How did you like it?" 

"I, well, I didn't mind it too much. I just never did anything like that 
before." 

"I want to do it again. What do you say?" 

"In the shower, too?" 

"No, we can do it right here, if you prefer." 

"I would rather do it here. You see, I do think I'm coming down with a cold 
and I don't want to go home with damp hair." 

The coach opened his drawer and picked up a little jar. 

"This should make everything nice and smooth, better than the soap." 

I went over to him and he touched my ass with his hands. Just the feeling of 
his hands on me, there, made me tingle. I have to admit, I expected 
something like this, and I was wearing only a pair of panties under my gym 
outfit. Coach Kelly put his hand under the elastic of the panties and 
fingered the smooth flesh of my ass. Then he rubbed his finger into the 
crack and finally went around to the front where he rubbed my clit. I was 
getting hot already, and put my hand on his pants. He seemed to like the 
fact that I did it myself, without being asked. 

I could tell that he wasn't that big just yet. His cock was almost small 
enough to fit in my hand. As he worked his fingers over my ass, though, the 
cock started to grow in my hand. I decided to take it out, too. That should 
make a good impression on him. I unzipped his pants and pulled the hot thing 
out. It was already sticking up in the air. I rubbed it back and forth with 
both hands, and he rubbed me harder, too. 

Then Coach Kelly pulled my panties off, altogether, and told me to bend over 
his desk. I was more comfortable in this position and I spread my legs as he 
opened the jar and started putting this jelly on my asshole. He spread it 
all around the outside, and that felt really good, but when he started 
shoving it all the way up with his finger, it hurt only a little. He used a 
lot of the stuff and I felt so slippery I relaxed. I figured that it 
couldn't hurt at all. I have to say that I almost wanted to feel his cock in 
my ass. I wiggled my fanny around on his finger and I knew that I was making 
him hot. 

He couldn't take it anymore, and I poked my ass way up in the air, and he 
pulled his finger out. I knew that he would put his cock there, instead. I 
felt the tip of his cock up against my hole, and I just tried to relax 
completely. He put his hands on my hips and started to push. This time, the 
cock went into my ass without much trouble. It hurt a little when he first 
stretched me again, but once he was past the tight ring, it felt nice. 

"You feel great, Ali. When your ass is relaxed this way, you're smooth as 
velvet." 

I was happy that he liked me that way. I relaxed as much as I could, and 
when he was all the way in, he really felt good there. He was pushing in and 
out of me, and it didn't hurt at all. I guess that girl knew what she was 
doing. It felt nice. Of course, I was getting banged against the desk when 
the coach got going, but that didn't feel bad, either. 

Now that I was comfortable with his cock in my ass, I wanted some action for 
myself. I wanted him to play with my pussy. I had been thinking of what it 
might feel like with a couple of fingers inside my pussy while he fucked my 
ass, and I decided to ask him about it. 

"Could you put your fingers into my pussy while you're doing that? I've been 
thinking that it might be nice." 

"Well, I'll put one finger in. You're a virgin, aren't you?" 

"Yeah. But what has that got to do with it?" 

"Well, I don't want to take your cherry with my fingers. I might get carried 
away at the last minute, and break your cherry if I use two fingers." 

"Oh, I see. Well, then, let's try one finger. I just want to feel something 
in there, too." 

Coach Kelly put his finger way up there, and rubbed it in and out fast. It 
felt nice. Just one finger felt big to me, what with his cock way up my ass. 
He moved it in and out of my pussy while he shoved his cock into my ass. The 
jelly made it feel very nice. This time, I moved back against the coach and 
made his cock go higher in me. The finger in my pussy made me feel 
different. 

There was some playing around for a while, but then, neither of us wanted to 
wait any longer. I wanted to come, and so did the coach. He started shoving 
into me harder, and I knew that he was through fooling around. 

"You want to shoot that up my ass again, don't you?" 

"You little wench! I love being inside your ass! It's so small and tight 
around my cock!" 

He humped it into me over and over again, and I could feel his balls banging 
into me while he did it. He used another finger in my pussy towards the end, 
and for a moment, I was scared that he would pop my cherry, just like he 
said he might. But I was hot for my come just then, and I have to say that I 
wasn't thinking too clearly. I wanted to feel that great feeling. 

"Shove it into me, oh, do it! In both places!" 

"Reach under and get your own clit, honey. I can't hold out much longer." 

I did as he told me to and I started rubbing myself. Everything together 
felt so great that I started to feel myself come right away. I rubbed my 
finger hard against my clit and moved my hips to get both his fingers and 
all that cock up me. Then it happened. I started to cream over his fingers 
and he shoved them in far and I felt a sharp, but quick pain. But I was too 
busy to pay attention to it, and kept frigging myself. 

The coach was wild now, and he shoved his cock up into my ass again and 
again, and as he felt me coming, my asshole squeezed him tight and he 
exploded into my asshole. I felt all the cream shooting into me and my mind 
went blank. He pushed at me and I came all over him. It was just great. He 
finished coming and then pulled out of my ass. He were both pretty 
exhausted, but we laughed and talked anyhow. He drove me home again, and I 
made arrangements to meet him again the day after that. 

The next time that we met, we did it sitting on his lap. I wanted to have 
him fuck my pussy, too, but he wouldn't have any of it. He said that this 
was good, and that he liked being inside my ass, anyhow. That time, he made 
me bend over and he kissed every part of my ass, and he even stuck his 
tongue up there! I loved it, and so I settled for the cock up my ass. 

I thought that he might have popped my cherry that second time, but when I 
got home, there wasn't any blood or anything, and so I figured that I still 
had it. This action was great. I was still a virgin, and yet I was getting 
some fun out of this. I love having him do it to me in the shower. I like to 
feel his soapy cock up my soapy asshole. I like the way he rubs his hands 
over my tits and my pussy. We do it in the shower a lot, now. But in a few 
weeks, the night games will start and we won't be able to do it anymore. 

Coach Kelly and I are trying to figure out a schedule so that we could meet 
more often The team? Oh, no, that was just a rumor. But it was a nice one. 

CONCLUSION 

When I first became involved with this child, I thought that the trauma was 
deep and that was the reason she seemed to be hiding the truth, but, as you 
can see from the tapes, she was not at all traumatized. 

In a subsequent session, and, incidentally, the last we had, Ali told me 
that she had no intention of telling anyone about the coach. They had a good 
time together and she liked it. The only thing she was a bit disturbed about 
was that she wanted to have her pussy taken as well. 

The range of adaptation and the language this child learned in so short a 
time was astounding. She liked the sex she shared with the coach, and she 
did not want to spoil her relationship. This, I feel, is, instead of being 
an exception to adult intervention with the sex of a child, more normal. 

Ali's parents have no idea what is going on. She likes her sexual 
relationship with the coach, and she does not see anything terrible about 
it. In her world, she is very content and there seems very unlikely that any 
damage has been done to this girl's emotional or sexual mechanism. I 
terminated the sessions when I decided that she was perfectly alright. Ali 
has promised to come back anytime she wants to talk about this. However, I 
do not expect her at all. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Cathy C. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I was very shocked to have this girl as one of my subjects. She came to me 
because she knew of me through one of my colleagues, for whom she worked. A 
very conscientious person, she continued working in the doctor's office 
until he could get a replacement for her. She felt that she owed that to the 
patients. 

Her experience was one that I have heard many times, but, never in this 
situation. This type of seduction is usually done by someone that the victim 
does not know. When she came to me, it was for advice about her next step. 
She realized that such a scandal would ruin this man's career, and wished to 
know how to go about getting him help without doing this. 

I say that I have never seen such control and maturity exhibited on an adult 
level, much less on the part of a teenager. The situation was complicated, 
further, when I learned that this man was a friend of her family. 

I have carried this secret around with me for several weeks, now. I don't 
know if it will happen again, but I don't know just what to do. I hope that 
you can help me, doctor. I need some advice. I suppose that my mind is made 
up as far as the outcome of this experience, and I just need to sort things 
out. 

I have worked for this man for about six months. He is a pediatrician, and I 
take over on Saturdays and late in the afternoons, two days a week. I liked 
the job very much. I like being around small children, and the money helps 
me get the things that I would like, but aren't really necessary for me to 
have. My parents are very generous with me and I don't need any basics. 

I suppose this whole thing gets even worse when I tell you that this man has 
been a friend of my father for over twenty years. He knows all of us, and he 
took care of us as we grew up. I always thought that he was one of the 
greatest people that I ever knew. I think that I want to be a nurse because 
he is my idea of what the medical profession is all about. All that stands 
to be shattered, now. That is, unless I can handle the situation properly. 

When I started working for Tim, I used to work overtime, and he and I just 
got to expect that I would work late and help him with papers and charts 
that his regular nurse didn't have time for or didn't want to do. Since I'm 
not a nurse, I only wear a uniform to look right for the office. I usually 
can get one that is very pretty. You can see the one that I have on at the 
moment. 

Well, I tried to get the most attractive uniform that I could. That's the 
only part of being a nurse that I don't like. I hate the terrible uniforms 
and the silly hats. I wear pretty white shoes and plain colored stockings, 
and the cutest uniforms I can buy. I have another like this one, with the 
buttons down the front. It is a bit short, as my mother would say, but I 
feel good in it. 

Well, until this thing happened, I wasn't aware that when I bent over, my 
backside would show. I wear bikini panties and try to wear pastel shades 
when I'm working, but I don't always remember or succeed in matching my 
underwear to the day. I noticed that once or twice, Tim would be looking 
when I bent over, but it never crossed my mind that it was that bad. 

About four weeks ago, I stayed late one Thursday evening, after office 
hours, and we were going over some insurance papers. His regular nurse, Miss 
Kimmins, hates to do that and she tries to bury these papers whenever she 
can. Usually, she is successful until a patient calls and asks for the 
forms, and then the doctor gets angry with Miss Kimmins. I felt sorry for 
her and volunteered to do it. I think I can learn from doing this. After 
all, I'm not a nurse yet, and I'm willing to do a little extra. 

We were going over the papers and I was filling in wherever the forms 
required the doctor to do it. We worked as a team. He would work with the 
patient's file and I would take down the information he dictated. In the 
middle of this, the phone rang, and since I was next to the desk, I had to 
reach across Tim to get the phone. I realized that I was up against him, and 
he pushed his chair back to allow me access to the phone. Actually, I was 
across him, and when the person wanted me to take a message about something, 
I had to reach for a pad and pencil. I would say that I was stretched over 
the doctor and his desk for about five minutes. 

I hung up the phone and couldn't understand the strained look on his face. 
He seemed all red and disturbed. We went through two more forms and then he 
said that we would quit for the evening. He said that he couldn't take any 
more forms just then. I went over to him to collect the patient's files from 
him and, standing very close to him, I bent over to look at something in the 
file that I thought was incorrect. 

"Doctor, this is wrong, isn't it?" 

I pointed out the incorrect date of an office visit, and as I erased it and 
corrected it, I swore that something was touching me. It was light, but I 
thought that something was on my backside. I got a funny feeling in my fanny 
and chills up and down my back. But then, I straightened up and the feeling 
disappeared. I walked out of the office into the filing area and forgot 
about it. Just then, Doctor Tim came out. 

"Cathy, do you have some time tonight? I mean, do you have a date or 
anything?" 

"No, not on a school night. Why?" 

"Well, you always seem so interested in learning so many new things that I 
thought we might have time to learn something tonight." 

I was just thrilled. I wanted to learn more and more. Being in a doctor's 
office excited me, but actually knowing what to do with the instruments and 
everything else, really thrilled me. 

"Oh, of course! I can stay as late as you want." 

"Well, why don't you call in for a bite to eat, and then we'll go inside and 
start with some simple things. There are some things that you only learn by 
doing, so I hope you won't mind learning on me." 

"Why should I, Doctor Tim?" 

"Please, Cathy, just call me Tim. Only the kids that come in here call me 
"Doctor Tim" 

Well, that just set me up higher. I was being considered a friend, or more 
than that, a colleagues. I dialed the nearby delicatessen for some 
sandwiches and called my folks to tell them that I would be later than usual 
and not to wait dinner. No one even asked why, really. While we waited for 
the sandwiches, Tim showed me how to take a blood pressure. He did it to me 
first, and then, he told me to do it to him. 

Tim went on at length as to how to check the pulse, and we spent about 
twenty minutes taking each other's pulses. The blood pressure wasn't as easy 
as I figured and we went back to that after the sandwiches arrived. 

During the light dinner, we talked about medicine and the possibility of 
becoming a doctor, instead of being just a nurse. I hadn't actually given 
that much thought, I suppose. My family is very traditional, and in that 
structure, a woman's place in medicine is as a nurse. I was delighted that 
Tim thought enough of me to want me to try being a doctor, instead. 

"My girl, I think you have a natural talent for this kind of thing. I watch 
the way you watch me and the way your eyes light up when you see something 
that's new to you. You sort of remind me of myself in that respect. I was so 
eager to learn anything about medicine. Just because my father was a doctor 
didn't mean that I got a chance to learn everything from him." 

"I didn't realize that your father was a doctor, too." 

"Oh, yes. But, as a matter of fact, I had to learn from one of his friends. 
He was a nice person. Too bad, that shortly after I graduated from medical 
school, he died. I considered myself closer to him than to my father, 
really." 

I was spellbound. I didn't interrupt once after that. 

"Well, the point of all this nonsense, is that I think you have a talent, as 
well as an interest. I had to be fostered in my interest before I actually 
considered medicine seriously. I think that once you are exposed to medicine 
or see it in a different light, you will think seriously about it. How old 
are you, Cathy?" 

"Seventeen. I'm a senior in high school. I haven't accepted any of the 
colleges that I applied for, but two of them are general and they have 
pre-med majors." 

I was getting very excited about this even before I heard his story. I 
started imagining myself in medical school with Tim as my sponsor. I 
listened to everything he said with complete attention. 

"Now, then, you caught on to that pulse thing with no problem at all. Let's 
try something else." 

"But, Tim, what about the blood pressure readings. I don't think that I 
understand that very well." 

"Well, then, just one or two more tries on that. That can be tricky." 

Tim explained the theory behind it again, and then he made me try it again 
on him. I did a little better, but, somehow, I just couldn't get the knack 
of it. I don't mind telling you that I was a bit upset by that. Even nurses 
have to do that. 

"Maybe I don't have the talent to become a doctor. I can't seem to get this 
down." 

Tim was very nice to me. He tried to assure me that I would manage very well 
with more practice. 

"Now, let's get on to some other things. I want you to try listening with 
the stethoscope. 

Here, just try putting it into your ears and placing it on your own chest." 

Tim helped me get the instrument into my ears and then he held it on my 
uniform front. I couldn't hear anything except some rustling a little bit 
like the sound of whisks on a drum that was almost deafening. He held the 
sensor to me steadily, but I couldn't get any heart beat. 

"Do you hear that?" 

"No. No, I don't hear anything." 

"Oh, really? Well, don't be disappointed, my child. It has nothing to do 
with your ability. It is difficult for any doctor to hear through layers of 
fabric." 

"Oh, is that why the doctor asks a patient to get undressed?" 

"That's one of the reasons. You know, in order to get anything done, I'm 
afraid that you'll have to take your dress down in the front." 

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to just unbutton the uniform, but I 
figured that Tim had been my doctor since I was a little baby, and it 
wouldn't matter to him anyway. I hesitated for a moment, though, and he 
noticed that. 

"Does all this embarrass you? We can stop right now, dear, if it does. This 
is what happens in medical school, and, I imagine, in nursing school." 

Then I felt so silly, that I just undid the first five or so buttons. I wear 
a bra, but my breasts are firm, even if they are larger than most girls my 
age have. Sitting in that position, they bulged out of the top of my bra. 

"Here now, let's try again. Place the ear pieces in your ears. That's fine. 
Now." 

Tim guided the sensor plate to my left breast and immediately, I heard the 
thumping of my own heart. I was very excited about hearing that sound. I 
guess I felt like a doctor, already. I listened for a moment more, and then 
Tim took the sensor plate and moved it. The sound got weaker and I looked up 
to him to motion with my eyes that the signal was getting weaker. The look 
in his eyes was so very different than I had ever seen before. He was 
staring at my breasts, and wasn't even aware that I was looking at him. 

I finally put my hand on his arm, and he broke his gaze. He motioned for me 
to take the ear pieces out of my ears. 

"What is it?" 

"When you moved that plate, the sound got weaker." 

"Well, of course. I put the sensor plate on the thicker part of your breast. 
The sound has to vibrate through more tissue. Now, if you will allow me, I 
will show you how a doctor takes a woman's heart beat professionally." 

Tim asked me to lie down on the examining table and I did that. The front of 
my dress was open and my breasts were pouring out of the top of the bra. 

"Uh, Cathy, would you mind loosening the bra for a moment. You can hook it 
right back up when we're finished." 

I did as I was asked. To do that, however, I had to unbutton the dress a bit 
more to get to the hooks. That bra had two hooks and I couldn't look at Tim 
when my bra loosened and my breasts went limp on top of my rib cage. I guess 
there was no reason to be embarrassed, but I did feel it, anyway. 

I wasn't looking up at Tim when he started fooling with the stethoscope, but 
then he said it was time to put them back in my ears. 

"You must pay attention to what I am doing and where I am placing the plate. 
That is the way any student of medicine learns." 

I was all attention from that point on. I managed to forget that I wasn't 
wearing any top and tried to hold my head up to watch what he was doing. 

"You must place the plate under the breast. Against the rib cage. In a 
woman, the breast acts as a barrier over the heart, and it is difficult to 
hear the sound accurately. I will do it this time, and the next time, you do 
it yourself." 

Tim put his hand on my breast and lifted it. He was holding it in his hand 
for a longer time than I thought necessary, but then when I was getting 
uncomfortable, he placed the sensor underneath my breast and the sound of my 
heart beating resounded in my ears. Again, I got caught up in the activity, 
and the excitement of learning something new, and I didn't really notice 
what Tim was doing. Only after a few minutes did I feel him squeezing my 
breast. Each time my heart would beat, he would squeeze it in his hand. I 
guess that I only noticed it because once, he did it hard, and it pinched. 

I looked up at him and there was that look in his eye. He was moving his 
finger towards my nipple when I moved. He suddenly stopped and smiled at me. 

"How's that? Impressive, isn't it? You know, Cathy, I just thought of 
something. Have you ever had your breasts examined?" 

Tim's face got very serious when he said this, and he really scared me for a 
minute. 

"No, never, why?" 

"It's just that a woman is a woman from the time she starts her menstrual 
cycle. Being seventeen is not like being ten anymore. Why don't you let me 
take a look?" 

"But aren't you a pediatrician? Do you do this kind of thing?" 

Then he got very righteous, and I was terribly embarrassed by what I had 
said. 

"Are you asking me if I am competent in this area? I do happen to be a 
physician, young lady.?" 

"Of course, you are, Tim. I'm terribly sorry that I said that. Really I am." 

Suddenly, I was afraid that he wouldn't teach me any more and I didn't want 
that to happen. I was frantic to get on his good side again. After all, I 
had made that awful remark without any real provocation. I thought quickly, 
and the one thought that popped into my head was to take my dress off and my 
bra and let him examine my breasts. I felt that I would even insist. 

"Tim, would you please examine my breasts. I don't want anything to be wrong 
and I am quite sincere about wanting you to do it." 

"You don't have to say that to make me feel good, Cathy. I don't need 
ego-building from a seventeen year-old." 

Tim's tone had gone cold and his face had changed, too. I figured there was 
only one way to show him I meant it. I took off my uniform completely and 
then my bra and lay back on the table. 

"Please do it, Tim. I want you to." Somehow, though, when I did that, I 
found that his mood improved right away. He came over to the table and 
looked down at me. 

"Well, alright. I don't want to be childish about this. I'm sure that you 
didn't mean to say what it sounded like." 

I felt better, then, too, and lay, waiting for him to examine my breasts. 
Tim bent over me on the table and put his hand on my left breast, first. He 
dug his fingers into the soft flesh and rotated his finger tips, working 
clockwise around the outside of my breast. But, then he began to put 
pressure on my nipple. He picked it up, almost, between his two fingers and 
rubbed it in between them. I started to get chills from what he was doing. 

I looked up at Tim's face, and then saw that he was looking at the nipple in 
his hand, and that funny look was back on his face. I didn't know if he knew 
what he was doing to me, but I was embarrassed to let him know. I mean, what 
was I supposed to say? 

Tim, you're getting me excited, I feel funny ? 

It's just not that simple. I had no reason to suspect that he even knew that 
he was doing this to me. So, instead, I just lay there trying to overcome my 
feelings. Then, thank heaven, Tim stopped rubbing my nipple and went to the 
other breast. He spent the same amount of time rotating his fingertips into 
the outer area of the breast and then, he headed straight for the nipple 
again. I didn't think that I could stand the sensations he was causing. 

I started to wiggle a bit, I suppose, and immediately, Tim looked up and 
into my eyes. 

"What's the matter, Cathy? Does that hurt you?" 

I flushed right up to my hair. I could feel my cheeks burning. 

"No, no, Tim. It doesn't hurt." 

"Well, then, what's the matter? You're squirming around so." 

I didn't know what to say. I really didn't. 

"It's just that, well, when you do that to me, I.." 

"When I do what to you?" 

"Oh, when you take the...the...nip...nipple like that." 

My face was burning and I didn't think I could finish what I was saying. 

"What am I doing to your nipple, Cathy?" 

"Oh, nothing, I guess. It's nothing at all, really, it isn't." 

"Now, stop that. There has to be something wrong if you can't stay still 
when I rub you nipple. Is that it? When I rub the nipple?" 

"Yes." 

I didn't believe that voice was mine. I almost squeaked the answer out. I 
was relieved to admit that I couldn't handle what he was doing and that he 
was rubbing my nipple. 

Is that a sign of something, Tim?" 

"It certainly is. It's a sign that you're a perfectly healthy and normal 
woman." 

"What do you mean? Does every woman feel this way when her breasts are 
examined?" 

"It's right that a woman should get titillated and excited when a man 
touches her breasts, especially her nipples. A very erotic area, Cathy. It 
is definitely one of the erogenous zones for every woman. But, apparently, 
especially for you." 

I felt a bit relieved, knowing that this reaction was normal, and for 
another few moments, I just let him continue kneading and rubbing my 
nipples. By now, he had both going at the same time. Finally, I couldn't 
stand the suspense any longer. 

"Is everything alright? Can you find anything wrong, Tim?" 

Tim looked straight at me. 

"No, I can't find anything immediately and apparently wrong, but there is 
one thing that I would like to do. Before I spend any more time on this 
teaching that I want to do, I would like to examine you thoroughly. I have 
to make sure of something." 

I picked myself up on the examining table and peered after him as he went to 
the other side of the office. He came back with a robe, the kind the older 
children wore when he gave them complete physicals. 

"Why don't you put this on, and then I can have a look at you." 

I didn't argue with him this time. I imagined that there was some specific 
disorder that he had to know about before he could teach me anything else. I 
undressed completely in the dressing room, and came back, a little chilly in 
my bare feet. I hopped back up on the examining table. 

"I am pleased to see that you understand these things, Cathy. You are very 
intelligent. Now, lie back once more. Okay, open the gown near your waist. 
That's it. Now, just relax." 

Tim went on to dig his fingers into my groin area, and then slipped back up 
to the higher part of my stomach. He was nodding to himself as he did this, 
and finally, I closed my eyes and let him examine whatever he needed to. 

I couldn't help but open my eyes when he reached down to my pubic area, and 
matter-of-factly spread the lips of my pussy open. 

"Now, relax. That's very important. You must relax." 

Then, he actually started masturbating me. He rubbed his fingers over my 
clitoris over and over again. I could feel my back arch as the sensations 
got stronger and more pleasant. I didn't know what to do, so I just lay 
there, and every so often, my leg would twitch with the intensity of the 
pressure on my clit. Then, he started pushing one finger into my vagina. 

"Now, again, just relax." 

His tone was so professional, that I was ashamed of the thoughts and the 
feelings running throughout my body. He pushed his finger into my pussy 
deeper and deeper and I could feel his finger getting wetter and wetter. 
Between the rubbing of my clitoris and the frigging of my pussy, I was about 
to come. Thank heaven, though, he stopped just in time. 

When I looked up, he was staring into my face, and he was smiling. 

"That looks pretty good. Now, turn on your side, please." 

I turned over and then he started with my pussy again, only this time, he 
put the finger right up there. It started to get me hot again, but then, he 
stuck a finger up into my anus. I jumped at the coolness of the lubricant, 
and when he moved it in and out very gently, I almost started to move myself 
on his fingers. I was getting so hot that I couldn't think. I just wanted to 
come. 

Then I did start to squirm. 

"Do you like this feeling? Cathy, do you like what I'm doing to you." 

"Oh, yes, yes, I do! It feels so good!" 

"Well, that's perfectly normal." 

Then I felt him getting closer to me. I could feel his coat against my ass. 

"Now, pull down on the table and pull your legs up, up to your chin. That's 
it. Get one leg higher than the other, though. That's just fine." 

As I moved on the table, Tim kept his fingers in me and when I reached the 
bottom of the table, he pulled his fingers downward, directing me to hang my 
ass off the table just a bit. Then he pulled one finger out of me, it was my 
pussy, I think, and just kept his finger in my ass without moving it. Then 
he went back to pushing his finger in and out of my pussy. I have to say 
that I was very hot. 

"Now, Cathy, I'll have to spread your anus a bit. Relax and it won't hurt at 
all. It will if you tense your muscles." 

He pulled his finger out of my ass and then, I felt something pushing at me 
that seemed like a thick pole. I tried to relax, and then the pain started. 

"Ow! Tim, that does hurt. I'll try to relax, but that hurts!" 

"That's a good girl. Now. I'll just help with this hand." 

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and braced my body by holding onto my 
hips. The pain only got worse, and I thought that I would die from it. 

"Now, I know it might hurt a little, but you're only making it worse for 
yourself. As soon as it's in, it won't hurt anymore." 

I forced myself to relax. I had never had a rectal exam, and I didn't know 
what to expect. I had only heard in hushed whispers that it was bad. I 
figured that this was what everyone meant. 

Finally, the instrument in my anus got less painful and I felt it go all the 
way up. I swore it was knocking against my stomach, that's how big and long 
it felt! Now, I could feel Tim so close to me that his body was pressing 
against my ass cheeks. He put his finger back in my pussy and began to 
thrust it in and out. I started to forget about the big thing in my ass and 
enjoy the feelings further front. 

Then I felt the instrument being pulled out, and I was grateful that it was 
over. But as it got to the end of the canal, just before my sphincter, it 
stopped and then, then I felt it rammed back into me. I screamed. 

"Now, that doesn't hurt that much! Just take it easy. This will be over in 
just a few minutes." 

Tim's voice sounded funny and I didn't like the pain in my anus. I was about 
to tell him that I wanted to postpone the examination, but when I tried to 
turn, I couldn't. He was holding me close to him, and only then did I 
realize how close. Before he could stop me, I reached back and down and put 
my hand on his cock, half out of my ass. Then I screamed again. 

"Tim, what are you doing? What are you doing to me?" 

"Now, Cathy, there's nothing to be upset about. This will be our little 
secret, okay? I have a condom on, and there's no danger of anything 
happening. You wouldn't even have known it if you didn't feel back here." 

I started to pull myself away from him, but he was strong and he pulled me 
back to him. As I jerked my body, the pain in. my anus flared up. I 
shrieked. 

"Ow! My ass. It hurts!" 

"That's only because you're trying to get away. You're not moving properly. 
Now, I am going to come in that nice tight little ass. Just relax and we'll 
get it over with faster." Tim's voice had gotten colder and meaner. I 
realized that what he said, he meant. I didn't know what to do But Tim 
forced me down again, and began to shove his prick up into my ass again. 
This time, he worked harder on my clit and then my vagina. I lay there, not 
knowing what to do. My body had begun to send wonderful signals to me again. 

As Tim felt me relax, he worked more smoothly in and out of my ass and the 
feelings in my body got better. I started to relax and the cock shoved up my 
ass wasn't that bad after all. I started to move on Tim's cock and his 
finger in my pussy. He had worked me up quite a bit before with his 
fingering and I still wanted to come. 

"You see, Cathy? It can feel good, if you let it. In just a few minutes, I 
am going to explode in your ass, and you won't be a virgin there, anymore." 

Tim's words were getting uneven and the tone of his voice was strained. I 
realized that he was going to come soon. I never had much to do with men, 
but some boys that I had been with, always got that way when they were ready 
to come. His breathing got faster and he started pumping into my ass faster, 
too. I felt the buildup of excitement in my body and I worked my ass over 
his cock, in spite of myself. 

"That's it, Cathy. You see, you're beginning to like it. Just a little 
treatment and you'll love it. Go ahead, rub yourself over my cock." 

I couldn't help myself after that. I was upset and all I wanted to do was to 
come. I could feel it building and then, Tim did it. He started to frig me 
faster and I was jumping all over the table. Tim drove his cock home into my 
ass and then, we both came at the same time. I jumped and jerked over the 
table and I thought that I might fall off. 

"Oh, oh, I can't help it! I'm coming!" 

"Do it, do it, Cathy. I'm shooting into your sweet little ass!" 

Tim held me onto the table, partly, I guess because he would have lost 
contact with me if I actually did fall off. He held me to him and shoved 
that cock into my ass until he had emptied his come into me. I could only 
feel the heat at the tip of his cock. The condom prevented me from feeling 
the hot stuff shoot all over inside me. 

I wet Tim's hand with my own juices and then, finally, I slowed down and 
both of us stopped. We were both exhausted and I just slumped on the table. 
Tim pulled his cock out of my ass slowly, and there was very little 
discomfort at all. He left the room for a few minutes and when he came back, 
he had his suit jacket on. 

I didn't know what to say or how to react to him. I was angry with him for 
tricking me and using me. I wanted to hit him or hurt him. but I just didn't 
know the words. He finally came over to me and when he put his hand on my 
shoulder, I shook it off. 

"Now, look, Cathy, I may have tricked you into this, but you enjoyed it. As 
a matter of fact, I didn't plan this, you know. It's just that, with your 
clothes off, I couldn't help myself. I got aroused and wanted you." 

I knew that he was lying, but he was effective in putting the blame, at 
least partly, on me, too. I got dressed and took the bus home. I didn't want 
him to drive me. I had to think. Actually, the bus was a poor choice. During 
the bumping, I was sore from the fucking he had given me. I haven't said 
anything to anybody about this. 

I told him, the next time I was in the office that I didn't think that I 
could work there anymore, and that I would wait until he got a replacement. 
I still like children, and I feel some obligation to them, not to leave them 
in the lurch. 

But, there is another matter. I don't know if this terrible thing that he 
did to me affects his ability to perform as a doctor. I don't think he will 
do it to the younger children, because there is always a nurse with them, or 
their mothers. I could destroy his career, and then, too, his friendship 
with my family. I don't know what to do. 

I can't deny that I felt pleasure from this act, but I don't want anyone to 
know about it. I don't want my parents to find out about it. If this became 
public knowledge, they would know. I'm afraid that they would think that I 
was partly responsible. Maybe I was. 

CONCLUSION 

I could see easily that Cathy had been hurt by this event more in relation 
to what her parents would think than what had happened to her. It was clear 
that she did not consider herself to be permanently maimed or stamped in 
some way. She accepted the experience and handled it in a very mature way. 
She realized the dire consequences for this doctor if she made this charge 
against him. 

The other factor in stopping her from doing this, however, cannot be 
overlooked. She was, in essence, afraid of being rejected by her parents. 
She was afraid to lose their love and respect. It was much easier to her to 
deal with the situation since only she knew of it. Had her parents been 
involved in this from the very beginning, she would have reacted very 
differently, and even though she is a strong and intelligent girl, I believe 
it would have been detrimental to her adjustment. 

It was finally decided to go through other channels concerning the doctor 
and I agreed to try to help in whatever way I could. I do not feel capable 
of handling this, since I know the man personally. My own actions would not 
be objective to the point that would be required. 

Cathy came to see me only once again, and by that time, she had gotten 
another job as a part time nurse for an ear, nose and throat specialist. She 
feels there will be less worry in this field. I have every confidence that 
she will succeed in her lifetime. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Lila S. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

This young lady came to me on recommendation of the vice squad. This child 
is now in custody of her aunt, but no one has any idea if this woman is 
actually related to the girl. There is no other word for this girl except 
bewitching. At fifteen, she holds a lifetime in her eyes. It is easy to see 
that she knows more now than some women will ever know. 

Lila did not want to speak to me. I must admit that I had to level with her 
and tell her that if I could not make any progress with her case, she would 
be remanded to a juvenile home. This seemed to frighten Lila and she agreed 
to talk. Some of the earlier tapes, however, I have discarded. I became 
aware that Lila was making up stories to keep me happy. It was not until the 
sixth session with her that we started to get through. The transcription 
below records that session. 

You keep insisting that many things have happened to me, doctor. Well, you 
are very right. You see, with my background and my looks, it is not easy to 
keep out of the way of a man. I was first taken by my father's uncle. Oh, 
not rape. I consented to it, because it was necessary for the initiation. 

You seem a little confused. Let me explain. I am a member of a cult that 
worships the demon spirit of the world. To become a witch, you must go 
through some initiation rites. During that rite, I had to have relations 
with a male member of the family. Or one of those who was initiating me. My 
father's uncle was there that night, and he brought me into the circle of 
witches. 

Since you are so interested in ages, I will tell you the truth about my age. 
I'll estimate to you that I must have been twelve. I was always lovely to 
look at, but I have looked like a woman for that long. My breasts were 
filling out and my hips curved. I was no longer a child. I enjoy my religion 
and I live by it. I learned all the rites and I can officiate at a coven 
now. But I seldom do. 

Anyway, to continue. There were some changes in the family plans and they 
decided to move across the country. There was to be some great meeting in a 
year's time and they wanted to prepare. I was left here to finish school, 
and to learn from Saba. She is my aunt with whom I live. She is very good 
and wise. But Saba has some strange ways. 

I did not engage in sex other than the rituals at the covens, and they are 
not as often as one might think. When I was thirteen, Saba told me that she 
was going away for a few days and that I would spend the time with a friend 
of hers. I could take care of myself and I did not understand why she 
insisted that I stay with someone. I was to find out. 

The friend turned out to be a man. He was somewhere in his fifties, I would 
guess. He was not very attractive, and I did not like him when I met him. 
But he did nothing to me that I could object to and I stayed there. Then one 
evening, after I had been there two days, he came into the room that I was 
staying in. 

He was wearing a bathrobe and came directly over to the bed where I was. I 
could see that he had no clothes underneath. But his body was more 
attractive than his face. The flesh was still firm and his hands were soft. 
I was in the bed, and of course, I sleep with no clothes on. I was taught 
that one wears clothes only when one must. 

His name was Tenny. He sat on the bed and opened the bathrobe. I could see 
that his cock was half hard. He pulled my hand over to it and told me to 
stroke it. I had been with men his age before, so I was not alarmed. I put 
my hand on the cock and it started to grow. I could not believe the hardness 
and the size that it grew to. I rubbed it faster and harder of my own will. 
I wanted to see it grow even bigger. 

Then Tenny put his hand under the covers and fingered my pussy. He drove his 
finger right into the hole. I shivered because it felt good. I kept rubbing 
him and finally he could not stand what I was doing to him. 

"I am going to initiate you into a new rite. One of my own. You must be put 
through this. Turn over." 

I turned over, and Tenny pulled the covers completely off the bed. He sat 
close to me on the bed and I saw his bathrobe fall on the floor. Then he 
began to finger my asshole. I had never been touched there before, and I 
considered it uncomfortable. But I lay there. He put something on me that 
was cold and greasy and then he pushed his finger all the way up in there. I 
squirmed because it hurt a little. 

"You are very tight. That will have to be taken care of first." 

Tenny left the room for a moment, and returned with a box. He set the box on 
the table next to the bed and opened it. When I turned to look, I could see 
several different objects. They looked like cocks and were different sizes. 
But they all looked very big to me. Tenny pulled a small drawer open in the 
bottom of the box and there were slimmer objects there. 

He made me turn over flat on my stomach and then he put a pillow under my 
hips. Then he took one of the slimmer objects and inserted it in my ass. It 
didn't hurt that much, but it felt strange. 

"How does that feel, Lila?" 

"It does not hurt, if that is what you mean, Tenny." 

I could not get myself to like this man. I imagine that he sensed the 
dislike. He pulled the object from my anus and then inserted a larger one. 
That hurt a bit when it first went in, but not that badly. Without asking me 
about it, Tenny pulled it out roughly and began to look through the larger 
ones in the top of the box. 

I turned to look and saw that he was greasing a very large dildo. It seemed 
almost as large as his own cock. I got scared. 

"What will you do with that?" 

"What must he done. Now, lie still." 

This time, Tenny spread my ass cheeks apart and put some more jelly on the 
outside of my anus. With short strokes with his finger, he frigged my ass a 
bit, and I began to feel a glow in front. But that was not to last. He 
removed his finger and began to insert the dildo. I felt the head of it up 
against me and as it started to go into me, I felt the pain. I tried to move 
away, but Tenny held me down. 

"Now, just lie still and it will hurt less. This must be done!" 

I jerked my body anyway, and tried to get away from the pain, but there was 
no escape. Tenny was strong and he firmly pushed the dildo against my ass 
and the head slipped past the tight outer ring. I guess that I screamed 
then. I jerked my body and felt the pain get sharper. Now, Tenny came over 
to the side of me where he could get a better grasp on me. 

He held my hips and drove the thing into me with one hand. As it went in 
further, I felt more pain. I tried to claw at Tenny, but it was no use. He 
held me firmly. 

"There really is no use in your trying to get away. This is a rite that must 
be performed before you can go into the deeper secrets of our religion. Now, 
hold still before you make me angry." 

When he said that, I felt trapped. I did not want this pain, but if it was a 
step into my beliefs, I had to stand the pain. I stopped struggling, and 
just bit my hand when the pain was bad. The surprising thing, however, was 
that, as I began to accept this as necessary, the pain became less and less. 

Tenny was moving the dildo in and out of my ass and each time my body 
tightened up at all, he moved it in quicker and deeper. He was forcing my 
body to accept the object. I lay there, completely taken with this monster 
stuck up inside my anus. 

"Okay. This is alright for a start. I will try the one I need to use before 
the rite can be accomplished and see how you can take that." 

He took his hands off me for a moment, and I thought that I should get up. 
The crazy thought that this was wrong flashed through my mind, but he was 
back and his weight was upon me again. He had left the dildo in place, 
shoved all the way in when he left the bed. Now he pulled at it slowly until 
it was out of me. 

My anus felt so stretched that my body felt empty when he took it from me. I 
was not to be that way for long, though. As soon as the one dildo was out of 
me, he began to put another in its place. But this one was much larger than 
the one before it. He pushed the greased dildo against the tightening muscle 
and this time, it went in more easily. 

But that was only in the beginning. The width of the monster was such that 
it spread me wider than before and the pain was there again. Almost as if to 
torture me, Tenny pulled out a bit and then pushed it in again. This time, 
though, he had taken his position of strength on my side and thrust it in. I 
screamed. 

"No, no, stop!" 

"I cannot stop! This must be. Silence!" 

Then he pushed it all the way in and I thought that I would be split apart. 
The huge thing tore at my insides and as he pulled it out for another 
thrust, I thought that I might faint. But as before, once he had it in there 
for a while, I began to take it better and better. The pain was not that 
bad, and then, some other sensations returned to the area besides pain. 

"I can feel your body learning to accept this. That is good. Now, just a few 
more times before the ritual can begin." 

Tenny shoved the dildo into me again and again and then, finally with a 
sudden thrust, he pushed it all the way in and yanked it out of me. Again, 
my body felt empty and almost incomplete without the huge thing impaling me. 
Tenny went away from the bed for another moment, and then, when he came 
back, he had his ceremonial robes on. They were flowing and black and they 
were split up the middle. 

Even as he approached me, Tenny was chanting something. I could not 
understand what he said, though. He was speaking very low and then would 
burst into a high pitched group of words that I only half recognized. I 
contented myself with the belief that this was a ritual I did not know, and 
for this very reason, that I had not been initiated. 

As he came near me, I could see that Tenny's cock was sticking out through 
the robe. I expected another, symbolic dildo up in me, but no. Tenny 
approached me and told me to look ahead of me while he performed the rites. 
Again, I felt the grease being smeared over the outer area of my anus and 
then, nothing. There was only the chanting. Tenny kept up the incantations 
and then I felt his weight on the bed, as he climbed behind me. 

Before I could realize what he was doing, Tenny pulled me up onto my knees 
and pushed his cock against my ass. He spread my knees wide and at the same 
time leaned into me. The head felt bigger than those that had been in me 
before, and I still felt some pain. 

"And, now, O Great One, I give this new one to you!" 

With that, Tenny forced his cock into my ass and kept pushing until he was 
all the way in. I wasn't ready for the huge prick that he was stuffing up 
into me. It still hurt. His cock was longer than any of the dildos he had 
used on me. But, thinking that it was a sacred rite, I tried not to say 
anything. 

When Tenny shoved the entire length of his cock into me, he stopped for a 
moment and said some more words. I still wasn't sure what he was saying. 
With a great moan, he pulled all the way out of my ass and then, without 
pause, he pushed it into the anus again. He did this three times, and by 
now, my ass was getting rather sore. His cock was as hard as a rock and he 
thrust it in with such power that I had trouble keeping my balance. 

This last time, though, Tenny did not pull all the way out, and he just 
started to fuck my ass. He pushed in and pulled out with even strokes and I 
was able to get hold of myself. I put my hands firmly on the bed in front of 
me and held my ground while he shoved that monster cock into my ass. He had 
stopped chanting and I hoped that it would be over soon. 

Well, I was right about one thing. It was almost over for a while. He was 
getting very close to coming. He began to stroke my ass more vigorously and 
then he broke his rhythm and pounded his huge cock into me. The hole was 
irritated and this beating wasn't making it any better. 

Then, though, it was all over. Tenny yelled and shot his come up into my 
ass. He pumped his body against mine, impaling me on that monster again and 
again, until all his sac was empty. The scum was dripping out of my ass even 
before he pulled his cock from me. My legs were wet and his body was full Of 
it, too. 

Tenny roughly pulled his cock from me, and the discomfort ceased. I felt 
terribly empty and the scum was drying on me. It was cold. All I wanted to 
do was to sleep and let my body heal itself. I fell onto the bed and managed 
to pull the covers over myself. I don't know what happened to Tenny that 
night. 

The next day, I overheard Tenny on the phone. Something in the air told me 
to listen, and I was glad that I did. He was telling someone how he had 
"initiated" another one. Then he laughed and said that it always worked with 
the young ones in the religion. They were eager to learn any rite and 
thought of any sexual act in the name of a ritual was sacred. He went on to 
say that it was a shame there was no such rite. He would like to be the 
official initiator. 

I managed to get out of the house before the next evening, and getting to my 
home, I began to plan my first incantation for revenge. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I found it hard to believe what Lila told me, I must admit. If, however, 
such was true, she seemed to have been forced into many acts that are 
strange. She continued with the following tape in the next session. It was 
hard for me to believe that this was a fifteen -year-old girl in front of 
me. 

I do not know where my family is, anymore. I heard that my father had to 
leave the country and my mother is dedicated to forming the coven she always 
wanted for herself. They have left me with Saba for good, I suppose. I do 
not choose to stay with her forever. But, she is better than the juvenile 
home. Saba lets me take care of myself. 

I got involved with the vice squad in a strange way. I found that I could 
bewitch men. I never had to actually fuck for them. I would pick up men, and 
take them to a hotel room. 

They would immediately try to grab me. But, instead, I would talk to them 
and hypnotize them. I would talk to them and then tell them that they would 
fall asleep and think that they had had intercourse with me. 

You see, the fun of this, is that, I can make a man believe that he has had 
any kind of pleasure with me that he wants. I talk to them before and find 
out what they like. Then I put them to sleep, take the money from them and 
awaken them with some signal after I am outside and safely away. 

The only way the police got involved was that two men got hold of me at one 
point. I tried to do it with them both at the same time, and it didn't work. 
They began to force me and I screamed loud enough to attract the police. The 
two guys told the police that I was a pro and that's how I got to you. 

Ever since I had that incident with Tenny, though, I have learned to 
appreciate the use of all my charms. One day, before I thought up this 
scheme for "fucking" men, I wanted something I saw in a shop. But I didn't 
have the money to pay for it. I decided to steal for it. I was clumsy and 
the man in the shop caught me easily. I did not know what to do. He 
threatened to call the police and I started to moan. Sometimes, I do that 
before an incantation. 

Well, this old guy, well he looked old, anyway, told me to stop and he would 
think about what to do. He said that he couldn't let me get away with it. He 
said that if I came in the back of the shop, he would make me do some chores 
for him, and maybe, he. would give me the object that I had stolen. Like a 
lamb, I went with him. 

When we got there, he closed the door and said that he had decided on a 
spanking, instead. He put me over his knee and began to paddle me lightly, 
but he was feeling me more than anything. I don't know if he believed my 
age, for I did appear to be older, as I have said. He told me told me to 
take my pants down and that when he was finished paddling me, he would give 
me the statue that I had wanted. 

When I bent over, bare-bottomed, though, he didn't paddle me. He pulled out 
his cock rubbed it a bit against my ass crack and then plunged it into my 
ass. I knew from my experience with Tenny that if I relaxed, and didn't 
fight it, it wouldn't be that bad. I tried, but it still hurt somewhat. 

The beast buried his cock in me and thumped his fat body against mine. He 
held my hips so that I could not move and then put his finger into my pussy 
and rubbed it wildly. I began to get some good feelings from that, and while 
he shot his come into my ass, I made it, too. He was panting as he pumped 
that scum into me and my bowels burned with the searing liquid. 

In my heart, I cursed him and let him finish with me. When he pulled out of 
my asshole, I was wet with his juice and my own. But he did let' me have the 
statue. I spent every night after that writing a curse for him. But I needed 
more power for that, and when I actually got to a coven, the hate in me had 
died and other things were more important. 

I have been violated and I have not forgotten that. I think that sex is 
good, though, and I try to seek a lover often to keep my mind and my powers 
renewed. Did you know that sex invigorates one's spirit? 

CONCLUSION 

Never in my life had I come across a situation such as this. This is one 
person I truly believe has been lost to a normal life. It is difficult to 
lay the blame only on the sexual abuse this child has experienced. Her 
family-background and early experiences are far from the norm. 

It may well be, though, that the tenacity this girl has for life will hold 
her together and see her through a more than difficult adolescent period 
into maturity. She may be wise in the terrible ways, but that is no 
substitute for maturity and happiness. It will take years of therapy to help 
this one girl. Perhaps love may come along to help her get a jump on the 
stability she needs. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Ella Age: Sixteen 

Bobbi is a bright and happy young girl. She is one of the more immature 
girls that I have worked with and her attitudes and sometimes her 
conversation belies her sixteen years. At this point in her life, she is 
very taken with the theater and manages to be around the different stage 
companies as much as possible. Her parents are not in favor of this for her 
and this has caused many battles between them. 

It was Bobbi's parents that brought her to my office after they discovered 
the nasty experience she had undergone. In her distress, she had confessed 
the incident to them. They were very upset about it. 

Bobbi is a pretty girl. Her long dark hair and brown, eyes are attractive 
and she does take every precaution to bring out every good point. Even 
though she is immature in her personality development, her care for her 
appearance and her body, too, are a bit beyond her years. 

Bobbi was happy to tell me of her problem and her experiences. None of the 
tapes have been edited and they represent her actual experiences. 

Ever since I saw that great film about the South, I've wanted to be an 
actress. But, in all the books that I've read, they say that the best 
experiences are in the theater first. Anyway, since I live here, getting 
into films would be difficult. When I'm old enough, I'll be able to go there 
on my own. 

To tell you the truth, I don't know what my parents have told you about me, 
but I'm positive that they told you how terrible they think the theater is. 
They think it's bad and everyone in the field is bad. No matter who I throw 
before them, they insist that it's just no good. They just won't listen. I 
don't really know why I ever told them about what happened that night. I 
should have known that they wouldn't understand. 

Anyway, I got involved with this local group, and they do all kinds of weird 
stuff. Not the stupid musicals, and all that. I mean, anyone can sing and 
dance. But acting is something else. Doing a monologue and playing a spirit 
is real acting. That's where it's at! Well, right from the beginning, my 
parents didn't like the group, but since it was very close by, they couldn't 
find any objection to my being involved with it. 

I started with them about six months ago, and I spend all my free time 
there. I go there after school and hang around, just listening to the 
director and the others. There's nothing for me at school. Just some dumb 
girls in the glee club and those frigging musicals I can learn just from 
being there. Roger says that I can get experience from just letting the 
atmosphere come through the pores of my skin and into my mind! He's so 
smart. Roger is the director. 

A couple of times, after the shows, there would be cast parties. Well, there 
was going to go to it after the first show that I was in. I mean, I wasn't 
on the stage, but I helped with the costumes, and the props, and that's a 
real part of the theater. I didn't tell my parents about the party. I knew 
that they wouldn't want me to go. So I didn't tell them. 

The play was an absolute success. There is a select group of people who 
appreciate our kind of theater, and they were there. But, then, just before 
the curtain came down, we got the word that there was a talent scout in the 
audience. Well, everyone just went wild! 

A lot of the cast was cursing, saying that if they had known that before the 
show, they could have -done better. Others said that they were glad they 
didn't know about it because they would have been too nervous to go on. Once 
I heard this, you can imagine how much I wanted to go to the cast party. 
Even though I wasn't on the stage, I was part of the cast. 

By the time the play had ended, word came back that the talent scout had 
been invited to the party and wanted to meet some people there. No one could 
wait for the party. Some of the people kept their makeup on, just to look 
better when they met the scout. 

Fortunately, the party was being held right there in the theater, only in 
the basement of the small building. No one but the cast, the crew and 
invited guests could get in. It was really a very select group of people. 
The basement of this building is funny, though. It has a couple of rooms 
that are cut off from the main space by a wall. It's a sturdy old building 
and it's almost soundproof. I figured that we could have the party and no 
one would hear the records and stuff that they would be playing. 

When I got downstairs to the party area, only a few people were there. Roger 
is very picky about his players and the props. I help wherever I can, 
though, since I want to be on Roger's good side. You see, I don't have any 
experience and I have to rely on some break to get me on the stage. Some of 
the pros from the group told me this about a week after I joined them. 

One of the chicks was there and she was wearing a wild outfit that I could 
almost see through. I didn't realize that the party was going to be that 
dressy. But, then, I guess I would have had to sneak some clothes out of the 
house. My parents aren't that bright, but they would catch on that I don't 
wear dressy clothes backstage. I felt so plain in my minidress. I was 
wearing boots to match the dress and until that time, I felt dressed up. 

There wasn't anything set up, though, and I started to wonder where the 
records and the food would be. I was getting hungry, and I could have gone 
for some food just then. As I waited there, though, more and more of the 
cast showed up and they weren't all that dressed up. I started to feel more 
comfortable, and it was only when some strangers came through the upstairs 
door that I got nervous. 

They had to be the talent scouts. 

I was kind of surprised that they were so young. I figured that they had to 
be old, for sure. But, there were these guys, about twenty-five, I guess, 
with the long hair and all. But, they had nice clothes on. Expensive 
clothes. They went over to Roger who was by the door to the other rooms. 
They talked for a minute or two and then went back there together. By now, 
the conversation was getting kind of loud, though, and no one really noticed 
when they came back in. They had these skinny cigarettes in their mouths and 
I could smell the stuff from where I was sitting. 

When some of the others went into the other rooms, I could see the smoke 
coming out through the door. They were smoking pot. Then I heard laughing 
and everything. I never smoked it before, but I couldn't let anyone know 
that. Terry, one of the cast, asked me if I wanted to smoke some. 

"Sure. Why not?" 

"It's real good stuff. Might be stronger than you're used to, Bobbi. Want to 
take a chance?" 

Well, how could I say no? Anyway, the talent scout and his group of people 
were going back into the other rooms and I wanted to get a chance to talk to 
him. I had to figure out a way that he would see me and notice that I was 
better and had talent. 

When we got there, though, I was kind of scared by what I saw. There was one 
couple on the floor and they were doing it. I mean, just them doing it 
wasn't bad, but they were at it in front of everybody. A group had formed 
around them and one of the guys was about to take his pecker out and jack 
himself off. 

"Some party, doll! Have a joint and get going!" 

It was Roger and he winked at me. I could only think that I had to get that 
man with him to notice me. I went with Terry, and he gave me a joint. I 
don't smoke very much with regular cigarettes, and I had some trouble 
getting the first smoke down. I started to cough and couldn't stop. I was 
very embarrassed. Just when I coughed, the party got silent and just 
everybody was staring at me. 

Well, I kept coughing and then, even the talent scout was looking at me. He 
said something to Roger and Roger came over to me. 

"There's someone over there, very interested to talk to you." 

I was having trouble getting my breath, and just nodded. Roger whispered to 
me. 

"He's the talent scout. If he likes you, it makes all the difference. Don't 
do anything to turn him off!" 

I wasn't quite sure what Roger meant, but I figured that I better do what he 
wanted me to. I walked over with Roger and he introduced me. 

"Bobbi, this is Chet Golden. He's with a film company." 

"Hello. You seem to be having a bit of trouble with that good grass that I 
brought to the party. You're new at it, aren't you?" 

I wanted to lie. I wanted to say that I smoke it everyday. He had brought 
it! I had to please him. But, somehow, I just couldn't get the words out. I 
guess my silence condemned me. 

"Well, that's nothing to be upset about. We'll have to take special care to 
see that you learn the right way. Knowing how to smoke can make a 
difference." 

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I just nodded again. I wanted to 
hit myself for being so tensed. So, then, he took me to one corner of the 
room, away from the couple that was fucking, and we sat down. My dress 
seemed shorter than ever as it rode up on my thighs. Being this close to the 
man, I could see that he was older than twenty-five. He was probably about 
forty. 

"Now, Bobbi, hold the cigarette to your lips, drag on it, and hold the smoke 
down in your lungs." 

I tried it and as soon as the smoke hit my lungs, I started to choke. I just 
couldn't do it. I wanted to cry. I was sure that he wouldn't like me for 
that. But, instead of laughing or anything like that, Chet smiled and rubbed 
my shoulders. 

"Hey, kitten, take it easy. Don't rush things. If it's too much for you now, 
let's rest a bit. Just being here will get you used to this." 

I was glad not to have to puff on that cigarette anymore just then. I was 
beginning to think that I would get sick. I was still wishing for some food, 
but there wasn't anything around. There was only whiskey. I didn't want 
that, either, but if someone, especially, Chet, offered me some, I knew that 
I would have to take it. 

Before long, someone came over with some glasses and Chet took two. He 
handed one to me. 

"Now, this is excellent whiskey. Sip it slowly, very slowly." 

I was glad that I could do it slowly. Even the first trickle burned my 
throat, but I managed to get it down without coughing or anything. Chet 
started talking about the company he represented. He said that they were 
always looking for a new face, new talent. 

"How long have you been with this group?" 

"This is my first show." 

"Wow! A real newcomer! That's great. I hope you decide to stay." 

I was so surprised to hear that, that I just stared at Chet. The little 
whiskey that I was getting down, with the pot-saturated air in the room was 
making my head swim. 

"Have you ever done a reading?" 

"Sure." 

It was true. I had to do one to get into the group. It wasn't very long, 
though, and I was scared that Chet might ask me to do it then. 

"There's a new picture being set up. I think there's a good part in it for 
you. Well, of course, that depends on whether you can act and take 
direction." 

I couldn't believe my ears. 

"Of course I can take direction and act." 

"You know, I think that we'll just try that out. I want you to do a scene 
for me. The girl is a slave on a plantation, she lives there." 

"Right now, here?" 

"Sure. Don't you know that an actress has to do her thing in front of an 
audience. She has to be ready at anytime. I guess that you haven't had much 
experience in improvisation." 

I could have kicked myself. I had never taken a lesson in my life! And now 
he knew it! 

"Oh, of course. I guess that I just forgot about that." 

"Well, if you don't want to do it, forget. There are plenty of girls who 
could act the part." 

"Oh, no, Chet! Please let me audition! Please!" 

"Well, you have to do it here and now. I can't do this at your convenience." 

I listened as Chet explained the scene. I was to be captured and on a farm. 
I wouldn't be able to get away, and the only hope I had, was of pleasing the 
man who captured me. 

"There should be a rape scene. This is probably the most difficult scene in 
the picture, but I have to have someone who can do it. It should tell me 
whether or not you can act and take direction." 

I sat there trying to listen to all the directives he was giving me. There 
would be some men holding me down for my captor and he would rape me. He 
said that we would need some extras and someone to play the bad captain. He 
called Roger over and explained that he wanted to test me in a part and did 
he think it better to go to one of the other rooms? 

"Oh, for the big scene in the film? Yes, maybe you better use the smaller 
room. Better acoustics." 

Then he winked at Roger and they went off together to get the rest of the 
cast we would need. They told me to go into the smaller room at the end of 
the hall and wait for them. I felt a little fuzzy yet, but I managed to get 
there. All I could think of was getting that part. I promised myself that I 
wouldn't do anything to make him angry again, and that I would do everything 
he said. 

Roger and Chet came into the room with two other men. Chet sat down and 
started directing the scene. 

"Now, you two over there. Bobbi, you're on your knees, and they have both 
your arms. There is no escape. They are stronger than you. You're scared. 
You're terrified. You want to get out, but the only escape is to win this 
man's better nature. He wants to rape you. You don't know that yet, though. 
You don't know that he wants to shove his cock way up into you, and he plans 
to do it in a different way." 

The two other guys held my hands, and I got on my knees. 

"Now, kids, let's have some reality in this scene. I want to see real fear 
and real lust. Remember, Bobbi, this is real for you. Don't get worried if 
these men seem to be too much into the part. I think it's the only way. I 
want real acting. Now, warning, Action!" 

The man playing one of the guards twisted my arm so that I was way down on 
the floor and my bottom was sticking up in the air. 

"She's a pretty wench! I bet the captain will take her! What do you say, 
mate?" 

"No doubt about it. That's the one thing I like about this duty. We get to 
watch the fun. And, then, maybe, he'll let us have some fun with her!" 

They laughed in sailor fashion and wrenched me further onto the floor. I was 
gasping and the noises I was making were real. I wanted to play the part. 

"Oh, please let me go. Before the master comes! I'll do anything that you 
ask of me!" "Anything?" 

"Anything!" 

I was very much into it now, and I felt good about the part. I knew that it 
was right for me. I went right with them. One of the men stepped in front of 
me and started to open his pants. 

"Why don't you get a little sucking in before the captain comes along. Then 
I won't hold you so tightly. Maybe you'll be able to escape." 

I was scared. He brought out his cock, and there it was staring me in the 
face. He pushed it right up against my lips and I didn't know what to do. 
then I heard Chet coaching from the side. 

"No, no, let me show you how to do it. Here, watch me." 

Chet took the man's place in front of me and whipped out his cock. It was 
hard and stuck right against my lips. He pushed it into my mouth and opened 
my jaws with his fingers. 

"Now, you wench! Suck! Suck to save your life!" 

I couldn't do anything else with that big thing stuck in my throat. I flet 
as though I was going to choke. In trying to get some air, I licked and 
sucked around the giant cock in my mouth. Chet started to shove it further 
into my mouth and then, he pulled it out. 

"That's the kind of acting I want! Now, let's get to the part about the 
captain coming in. Roger, you....oh, never mind, I'll do this myself. I'm 
the captain." 

The men held me down again, and my ass was sticking up in the air. I was 
kind of dazed from what had just happened, but he had stopped and he said 
that the acting was going to be real. And I did want to get that part. 

"Is this the little bitch that we've captured? Hah, no more than a mere 
child! What good is she?" 

"Captain, she's good for your pleasure, sir. 

You know how you like the young ones. Shall we hold her down?" 

It was then that one of the men holding me started to pull my dress up and 
pull my pantyhose down. Before I knew it, he had my panties down, too. I 
started to protest, but they wouldn't let me up. Then I felt a cock against 
my buttocks. It was then that I got scared. 

"Hey, this is only a scene. What are you going to do?" 

But no one would answer me. They kept talking with those funny accents and 
then Roger came over and helped them get my panties all the way down. They 
pulled my legs apart at the knees and ripped the stockings. Then, I felt a 
finger go into my anus. 

"Ow! Hey, stop this! It's no joke. I don't want this! Take the part! I want 
to go home!" 

But it was no use. They wouldn't stop and soon, I could feel two pairs of 
hands on my ass. One was spreading it apart and then the finger would go 
deep into it. It hurt when they did that. Then, before I knew it, someone 
had his finger in my pussy. He rubbed it in and out real fast and I started 
to get juicy there. It felt nice when they rubbed me like that. I liked it. 
I started to hope that they would masturbate me and let me go. 

"I will not kneel to my captive! Stand her up and bend her over!" 

I was grabbed up and made to bend all the way over, my legs still far apart. 
Then the fingers got bolder and someone started to frigg my asshole, and 
hard, too. I recognized Roger's voice. 

"She is ready to take your sword, captain." Then a cock went right up behind 
me and stabbed into my pussy. I felt the stab of pain. "Oh, my cherry!" 

The big cock spread my virgin pussy wide open and he pumped in and out of 
the hole he had just taken. The juice was pouring over him and over me, too. 
But, very soon, he stopped that. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and 
still dripping, he began to poke it at my asshole. He wouldn't stop, no 
matter what I said. 

Then, just as I started to cry, I felt someone open my ass cheeks as wide as 
they would go. The cock poking at me, rammed against the tight hole and I 
screamed as the cock penetrated my second virginity. I had just lost two 
cherries. I couldn't believe the pain that was shooting through my ass, but 
there was no way to get them to stop. The huge cock pushed into my asshole 
and Chet didn't stop until he banged his balls up against me. I couldn't 
stay still. It hurt that much! 

After that, Chet just fucked me with his hard cock. He pushed it as far in 
as it would go and then pulled it out almost all the way. He kept pumping at 
my hole, and there was nothing that I could do. My poor ass! 

"Sir, I think that I know how to put some life in this lass!" 

Then, I felt a sharp slap on my rear. I jumped and tightened my anus as I 
did. I felt the shock of pain of my stretched hole tightened over the huge 
cock poked into it. I heard Chet moan. 

"Oh, that's just great. Hit her again!" 

Someone hit me again, and I started to squirm all around. Chet couldn't take 
that and he started shoving that pecker into me with such power that he 
popped in a minute. 

The come shot into my stretched ass with great force and I felt burned by 
the hot stuff. As he pumped back into me, some of it came out of my ass and 
dripped down my legs. Each time he fired into me, I got wetter and wetter. 

"What a sweet little asshole! Roger, you have to try it!" 

I started to cry as I heard those words, and one of the men started to rub 
my pussy with his fingers. That made me feel good, and I didn't fight it as 
I felt another stiff prick push at my ass. I was very slippery from the come 
all over me and the cock wasn't as big as the one before it. This fuck 
wasn't that bad at all. 

"Chet, you're so right! Her asshole is just divine!" 

The man on the side of me kept rubbing my pussy, and then he shoved two 
fingers up into the wet vagina. The second man took over rubbing my clitoris 
and I was feeling just great. I was twisting around and humping my pussy on 
the fingers. I liked the feeling they were giving me. 

"Oh, rub me, frig me! It feels good. You can take my ass if you make me 
come!" 

"She's a real wildcat! We have to have her more often!" 

Roger sawed into me and in another minute he started to pump faster and 
faster. He was breathing hard and fast and then I started to feel my own 
come beginning. I jerked my body all around and then poured the juice on 
their hands as I came. I felt my pussy tighten up and then my ass did, too. 

Roger yelled and yelled. 

"I can't hold out any longer. She's squeezing the spunk out of me!" 

Then he exploded into my asshole. I was wet from before, but he drenched me. 
His come was all over me, and I was so wet that as he went to pull out for a 
last thrust, he pulled his cock all the way out. He finished shooting over 
my ass. The stuff was dripping all over me. 

Then, one of the guys holding me got down and licked the come off me and 
Roger. He licked way into my pussy and it felt wonderful. My head was still 
fuzzy from the smoke in the room and I don't think I really believed what 
had just happened. My dress was wet with the stuff, too, but there wasn't 
anything that I could do about it. My stockings were ruined and my boots 
were wet with the juice, too. 

After a while, one of the guys that had held me, lay me down on the floor 
and pushed his cock into me from the front. He was deep into my pussy when 
Chet saw him doing it. He had been smoking on the other side of the room and 
taking a rest. He came over and directed another scene. This time, two of 
the guys held my legs up and the guy with his cock in my pussy pulled it out 
and shoved it back into my ass. I was almost off the floor when he came in 
that hole. But, I didn't mind it because someone else was fingering my pussy 
while he came. 

I got home kind of late that night and my parents were on my back. I 
couldn't clean up the way I wanted to. I didn't want to tell them anything, 
but then all of a sudden, the room got dark and my mother was yelling at me. 
I started to tell them that I was raped. Then I told them that I had enjoyed 
it. I don't know what I really said. Maybe it was the pot or something. 

I had all I could do to stop them from calling the police. I begged them to 
believe me that I asked them to do it to me. I was wild and hysterical. I 
knew that they would never speak to me if my parents called the police. And 
I would never get any part if Chet was accused of raping me! I wanted to 
die, right there. I just wanted to die. 

I told my parents that if they called the police, I would kill myself, and 
when I ran to the kitchen to get a knife, they stopped shouting and just 
said that they would talk about it tomorrow. That's why I'm here, I guess. I 
have to stop them from trying to ruin my life. 

CONCLUSION 

Bobbi is definitely very immature in not being able to see through the ruse 
that her "friends" used on her. She wants to believe that this will help her 
in her career as an actress. She wants to continue seeing these people. 
Undoubtedly, they will perform similarly when the mood is right. She is 
giving herself to a terrible way of life. 

There is no doubt in my mind, however, that with therapy, Bobbi can be made 
to understand that this kind of friendship is not good and honest. No one 
can actually tell her that. She will have to learn that, and it seems, 
painfully. The actual sexual experience she went through, though, seems of 
little importance. She does not seem harmed by it in her own terms. 

Her fear of her parents stems from her adolescent need for freedom, but she 
really fears her parents' rejection. She is forced to make light of the 
experience in front of them so that they do not condemn her, too. I have 
counseled her parents to give her room. Bobbi needs room to grow. 

I did see Bobbi for several sessions after this, and I think, made some 
honest progress into her immature personality. Only the near future will 
tell if the guidance was strong enough and our relationship honest enough 
for her to appreciate and act upon. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

Subject: Ella Age: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

This lovely young lady came to me on her own. She called my office one day 
and asked if she could make an appointment. She was in great need of my 
confidential harbor and of some sound, objective advice. 

At eighteen, Ella is a very self-possessed person. She is working as a maid 
now to get money for school. She worked there full time during the summer, 
living in. Her unfortunate experience occurred with her employer and she was 
at a loss as to what to do. Her wages were superior to anything she could 
make at another job and she needed the money badly if she was to be 
successful in college. 

The tall, blonde teenager was calm as she spoke her words. 

When I first got this job, I thanked someone up there. I would have done 
anything to make money. Well, you know what I mean. I would have, waited on 
tables or washed clothes, just anything. When you have a goal in mind, the 
means sometimes seems unimportant. The salary that Mr. Tully offered me was 
something I never expected. I couldn't turn it down. 

The first week on the job was nice. I was excited about living in such a 
beautiful house, in spite of the fact that I was a maid there. I was to help 
out all over the house. For the moment, I was working in the kitchen, 
helping with the kitchen chores that were too annoying for the cook to do 
herself. I was low on the status ladder and I didn't really mind at all. 

I got along with everyone rather well. I was always happy to take on an 
extra chore if someone asked me to, and the other domestics in the house 
appreciated that. I don't know if they were really laughing at me behind my 
back, but I didn't really care. This was only for the summer and I didn't 
care. 

I didn't see the master of the house very often. Someone else helped with 
the serving, and I think the first time that I actually saw him was at a big 
dinner party. They needed some extra help in serving, and I was so nervous 
that I dropped some canaps near the kitchen door. Mr. Tully came over to 
see what the commotion was all about, and the head maid, Margie, told him. 

"Are you the new girl? Well, we can't be too hard on you. Why don't you go 
on and rest for a while. Or have a drink of champagne. That ought to calm 
you down." 

I couldn't believe how nice he was, and some of the other help started to 
look at me a little differently. And, when, two weeks later, I was switched 
to helping out upstairs, a few snickered behind my back. I didn't know what 
they meant, nor did I care. I was only here for the summer, after all. 

I was working in the master bedroom one day, changing the linen. Mr. Tully 
came in. 

"Well, hello again. How are you Ella?" 

"I'm fine, Mr. Tully, thank you." 

We talked for a while about the weather, and then he asked me why I had 
chosen domestic service. 

"Oh, Mr. Tully, I would do anything for money during the summer. I don't 
consider this so very terrible. It pays fantastic money for me and I can 
save by having all my room and board paid for, too. I can't imagine how I 
got so lucky." 

"Well, that's a very flattering thing for me to hear, young lady. What do 
you plan to study in school?" 

"Art history, Mr. Tully. I love art, but I know that I'm no genius at it. I 
would like to work at a museum someday." 

"I never really thought about that. Yes, I suppose you would have to have a 
specialized degree for that." 

I kept working around the room, but I was intimidated by his presence. 

"Look, if I bother you, just tell me and I'll work in the other room. I only 
need a thing or two, though'.' 

"Oh, of course not, sir. Would you like me to leave while you work?" 

"I wouldn't hear of it! I am the one who is bothering you., but one favor 
that I must ask you." 

"Yes, sir?" 

"Please don't call me 'sir'. Drives me crazy! Especially from a lovely lady 
like you." 

I didn't know what to say, but I just nodded instead. I tried to go back to 
what I was doing, but I only managed when he left the room. I was flattered 
and very distracted the rest of the day. I couldn't think straight. I 
imagined it was because I was going to college and that he respected me for 
it. 

The next couple of days, I didn't see Mr. Tully at all. But, then, we got 
word that he was coming home unexpectedly from a trip he had been on, and 
his room was to be aired and set up. I was assigned to do it, and I went 
there happily. I liked being in his room. Oh, sure I didn't think of any 
connection to Mr. Tully. He was older than my father, but his way was nice. 
And in a moment of fantasy, I fancied him falling in love and marrying me. 

For some reason, I didn't consider the fact that he was married. Well, that 
was what the housekeeper said. I never saw a lady in the house. I dusted 
briefly, but very carefully. Then I went to the bed and turned it back. It 
was about eight o'clock and he would be tired, I imagined. 

Since he was usually terribly punctual, he had ordered food to be brought up 
to the room at precisely eight-thirty. As the clock struck that, the tray 
was wheelled into the room and stored in the corner. In just another moment, 
Mr. Tully, himself, strolled though the door. I was stretched over the bed, 
pulling the covers down and arranging the sheets. 

"Well, well, what a fetching sight. Ella, you make a very lovely companion 
piece for my bedroom." 

He laughed heartily at his own joke and went about setting his things down. 

"It is so nice to be home! You've no idea what a madhouse that world can be 
sometimes. I don't know why I put up with it, sometimes." 

"I was about to leave and turned to ask him if he would want anything else. 

"Oh, yes, there is, Ella. Would you stay for a while and do me the honor of 
some company. I just don't want to be alone right now. Would you?" 

"Well, of course, Mr. Tully, if you wish. Though I don't know what I could 
say that could be of interest to you." 

"Just your presence is refreshing to me, Ella." 

I felt a bit uneasy, but he managed to make that disappear. 

"Now, I am a bit hungry. I know you must have had dinner, but they tell me 
that young people have enormous appetites. Is that true?" 

"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Tully. Why don't you go ahead and have your dinner." 

"To be entirely truthful, I got hungry on the way over and stopped for a 
piece of pizza. Did you know that I love pizza? I would say that I'm 
addicted to it." 

I laughed at his sense of humor and after that, things went very nicely. The 
dinner was actually a tray of snacks and I did find that I could manage to 
get some of it down. I had the salami sandwiches and some of the pizza bits. 
Then he opened some of the soda and I drained more than one glass. I knew it 
was only soda, but I felt lightheaded afterwards. 

We talked about my career in the museum. He asked me why I wanted to get 
into something as complex as that, and I told him that I felt so alive in a 
museum. We were sitting in the little conversation area of his bedroom and 
without realizing it, he was suddenly sitting next to me. 

"Ella, are you feeling alright? You look a bit strange." 

My head was fuzzy, but I tried to open my eyes and look alert. 

"Oh, no. I think I know what the matter is. I sometimes have them pack some 
light wine in soda bottles. It was a joke some years ago, and I still keep 
it up for some of my friends. Maybe you ought to lie down for a while." 

I was too dizzy to resist and I started to the door, but Mr. Tully stopped 
me, and steered me to his bed. 

"Now, you lie right down here for a bit. You'll feel better in a jiffy, I 
know. That's the girl." 

I just didn't want to resist him after that. His touch was so gentle and I 
felt so nice on the crisp sheets. My head touched the pillow and I fell into 
a light sleep. I dreamed some wonderful things, and during the short nap, I 
felt as though I was being touched by someone. The pleasure filled my body 
and I writhed to get more of it. I wanted what was happening to me. When I 
awoke, I found Mr. Tully next to me in the bed. He was resting his head on 
my bare chest. 

"Mr. Tully! What happened?" 

"Nothing, my dear. Now, just relax. It was wonderful lying here with you." 

I didn't know what to do. I realized that my clothes were off and that his 
were, too. We were in bed naked. I had no idea if he had done anything to me 
and then I remembered the dream that I had had. 

"Mr. Tully, wht did you do to me? You can go to jail for that!" 

"Oh, Ella, what are you talking about? No man has ever gone to jail for 
taking a woman's clothes off and helping her into bed. And me? I just got 
tired and got in with you. After all, this is my bed." 

He was right. What was I doing in his bed? But, then, he was making it sound 
as though he hadn't done anything to me. How could I know? Well, I know that 
a man wets a woman when he comes. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, 
but all of a sudden, I was overcome with shame. 

"I'm sorry. But you cam't blame me for suspecting something when I wake up 
and find you in bed with me, and naked!" 

"You're so right my dear. I can't blame you at all." 

Then he pushed himself on top of me and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I 
tried to fight, but my head was still fuzzy from the wine. 

"No, no, you mustn't! Please!" "Why mustn't I? Ella, you want to as much as 
I do!" 

"I need this job! I can't afford to quit! All my dreams of school depend on 
making money this summer!" 

I wanted to cry. I had to make him understand that this job was important to 
me. 

"Oh, please, Mr. Tully! You have to understand. You have money and I don't. 
I don't mind working for it, but that's just it. I have to have a job. 
They're not that easy to get!" 

The look in Mr. Tully's eyes changed. 

"Would you like to be my girl for the summer?" 

"What do you mean, "your girl"? 

"Just that. We can be friendly and go places and you can have your salary 
all the same. Maybe a bonus or two." 

I was angry with him, then. He was offering me a job as a whore! I fought to 
get up. 

"Ella, Ella, take it easy! Think of the opportunity you're throwing away!" 

"What opportunity? To be a whore?" 

"Oh, Ella, that's such an ugly word. And what does that mean? Aren't 
housewives being whores? They accept money for living with a man. Is that 
any different? Really?" 

He stopped me short with that. I never thought of that. I stopped struggling 
and he kissed me again. I didn't return the kiss, but I let him kiss me. He 
moved his hands over my breasts and then I felt his penis against my leg. It 
was hard and it was wet at the tip. 

"Now, Ella, this doesn't have to be so bad. You just let me make love to you 
for a while and see if you like it. If you do, fine, we'll continue, but if 
you don't, then I'll stop." 

Well, I couldn't argue with that. He was already on top of me and kissing 
me. I let his hands twist my nipples and press my tits together. Then me 
moved his cock in between my legs and rubbed it against my pussy. I could 
feel my own juices being stirred and my pussy became wet. 

Mr. Tully felt that on his cock and smiled. 

"See? You like it. Isn't that nice?" 

I liked the feeling of his cock pushing into my wet pussy. He wasn't 
penetrating my vagina, but he was pushing through the lips so that he rubbed 
against my clitoris on the end of the thrust. It felt pretty great. I 
remembered the feelings in the dream and started to get hot. He pushed my 
legs open and my pussy was open to him. This time, he did thrust into my 
vagina and I gasped as his fat cock penetrated me. 

"Ah, you like that, don't you? Oh, Ella, you're so nice and tight!" 

He kept pushing at my pussy and finally embedded his cock all the way. I was 
getting hotter and hotter, and I wanted him to ream me out. I opened my legs 
wider, myself, and humped up against his cock. I was about to come, but 
then, he pulled his cock out of me. 

I must have groaned in disappointment, because he smiled at me. 

"Now, now, be patient. I know you like that, and so do I. But there's a 
special treat that I have in mind for you. Turn on your side." 

I was hot enough to do anything he said. I kept thinking about holding my 
job and getting laid, too. I rolled over , away from him and he started to 
stroke against my pussy again. I rolled my hips to capture his cock, but he 
was deliberately avoiding it. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and then, 
all the way back to my asshole. 

I was getting anxious to have him put it in me again, and then I got the jab 
at my anus. 

"Hey, not there. You missed by a mile." 

I was joking, but I wanted him to get the message that I wanted him in the 
front. 

"I hit the target right on the mark." 

Without saying anything further, Mr. Tully pushed his cock at my asshole. I 
tried to get away from his assault, but he held me to him and pushed at the 
tight entrance. 

"Hey, stop that! No, don't do it!" 

"Just hold still and once it is in, it will feel better. I like this, Ella! 
Come one! Isn't it worth all that nice money?" 

I gpt mad when he said that. I struggled to get free and as I kicked away 
from him, he caught me by the hips and had a good aim at my asshole. He held 
onto me and pushed. My sphincter gave way, and he buried the head of his 
cock in my ass. 

"Ah! Oh, that hurts! Stop it! Pull it out, please!" 

"I will have you my girl. This only adds to the sport!" 

He was not fooling around any more and he shoved at my tight anus until he 
had embedded his cock all the way. His balls were banging against my thighs 
and I was crying with the pain. He pistoned in and out of my ass and 
finally, I started to feel faint. 

Just as I slumped on the bed, I felt a hot gush up my ass and felt the pain 
in there get worse. It was wild. He suddenly shoved his fingers into my 
pussy and frigged me faster and faster. I was close to coming before, and I 
suddenly started coming. I moaned, and my pussy tightened as well as my 
asshole. The pain was worse, but the pleasure was too much. That thick cock 
spreading my ass apart was a terrible instrument of joy. 

Mr. Tully shot up my ass with a force I had not experienced before, and I 
jerked over the bed. He pumped his cock into me until he had emptied it all 
and then we both lay there. I did fall into a light sleep and I was aware 
that he was pulling his cock out of me, but I refused to come into full 
consciousness. The bed rocked and then it was quiet. The light went out and 
I slept for a long time. 

Mr. Tully awakened me himself, the next morning. He was smiling and gave me 
breakfast in bed. I was so confused. My body was still sore from the outrage 
of last night, but there was a sense of satisfaction that I had never 
experienced from sex before. I didn't say anything about it while I had 
breakfast with him. It was like a fairy tale. 

The summer was nice. I stayed on as a maid, but I really didn't do any 
chores. In a few weeks, I became Mr. Tully's secretary and went with him 
when he wanted my company. He was very generous and gave me bonuses that I 
could never have made any other way. I had a fine bank account when the fall 
rolled around. But, then, something happened to me. 

I couldn't get started in school, and just lost the desire to go. I was 
comfortable in my position at the house. I enjoyed the freedom and the lack 
of work. I knew that college meant a lot of work, hard work. I got lazy. 

Things changed, though. When Vernon, Mr. Tully, that is, realized that I 
didn't want to go to college, he started to lose interest in me. I still 
work for him, but I have gone back to being a maid. It is a step down, but 
he has not stopped my fine salary. I'm almost afraid to leave. Something has 
happened to me. 

CONCLUSION 

Ella was profoundly disturbed by her experience. She had changed into 
another person. She felt different. I would almost venture to say that she 
felt degraded. She was no longer good enough to go to school and work at the 
career she desired initially. Her opinion of herself had suffered terribly 
in the transition period. 

 CASE HISTORY NINE 

Subject: Wanda M. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

This slender young girl looks much younger than her age. The local 
authorities recommended that she see me. She brought herself when she first 
came to see me. Her family is very loosely knit and her parents never really 
ask where she is. She has taken care of herself in body and spirit for 
several years already. 

Wanda knew that she could not handle this problem by herself. She was 
beginning to have nightmares and her school work was suffering. She was 
afraid to go out even in the afternoon if she was unaccompanied. She is 
intelligent in a sense that most prematurely mature people are. She has been 
forced to take care of herself, and that sense of self-preservation forced 
her to seek help. 

There was no need to prompt Wanda to talk. She came specifically for that 
purpose and lost no time in getting to the actual crime. This tape reveals 
her story. 

As I explained, doctor, I realized that I had to do something to help 
myself. My parents aren't really bad people, but they can't handle much of 
their own lives, and it would be foolish to ask them for help with mine. Oh, 
my mother is home during the day, that's true enough, but most of the time, 
she is drunk. I don't think that many strangers would be able to tell it, 
but having lived with her all my life, I can see the small signs. 

My father has a good job, but he prefers to be there more than at home. He 
never asks where I am or anything about me. I must admit that I don't 
believe he loves me. But, then, I can't blame him for that. I understand 
that he didn't want me in the first place, and that I was the reason that he 
quit school to marry my mother. I imagine that he will never forgive me or 
my mother. Sometimes I think I can understand why she drinks. 

As far as my personality or whatever you want to know about, I have handled 
myself for several years now. By that, I mean, taken care of myself. Oh, not 
financially. My father has always made sure that there was money in the 
house. But as far as cooking and washing clothes, well, my mother just 
stopped doing it, and when she started again, she just wouldn't take care of 
my things. 

I usually lie about my parents when the teachers want to know something. I 
sign my own report cards and notes and permission slips. Well, who would if 
I didn't? They don't even know that I'm in the house many times, and so, I 
started to stay out later sometimes. It's nicer to come home when they're 
asleep and I don't even have to say hello. 

Well, one afternoon, I was finished with school, and I thought that I would 
spend the rest of the day in the library, and then walk home by way of this 
lovely row of homes. I love to walk by there, and I do, often. There are 
children playing in the yards, sometimes and it makes me kind of happy to 
see kids that have good homes and parents that love them. It makes me a 
little sad, though, too. 

It was getting close to six o'clock, and I figured that I would head home 
and make myself some dinner. I was hungry and just wanted to get to bed 
after that. I was feeling kind of lonely. I mean, really lonely. Some days, 
it's like that. So, I left the library. There was still some light left in 
the sky, and I walked by those very nice houses. I was almost through the 
block, when I stopped to look at a beautiful garden. It really is beautiful, 
even now. 

I don't know how long I was standing there, but the sun was almost gone from 
the sky and just then I noticed a man close to the fence. 

"Hello, there. Do you like the garden? Why don't you come on in and see it 
better?" 

He looked nice enough, and I suddenly wanted to have a friend, to talk to 
someone. I went in the gate and we talked for a while about the flowers. He 
was nice to me, and I liked his face. He showed me some lovely things 
towards the front of the house, and then told me that he had a special part 
of the garden in the back of the house. I still didn't want to leave, so I 
went with him. Well, there was a special part of the garden. It was a small 
house and the flowers and the shrubs inside were gorgeous. He let me look at 
them one by one, and I felt as though it was a fairyland. 

Then, all at once, it happened. He just grabbed me, and started to pull my 
clothes off. He pulled at my panties. I was wearing a skirt and a blouse. I 
was kind of shocked, and started to fight him off, but he was so strong. I 
guess I should have screamed, but I was afraid to. It was only a minute 
before he had his hands in my private parts. I was scared and stiff, but he 
bent me over and took his cock out. It was fat and long, and not very hard, 
though. 

"Now, don't worry. I won't hurt you. I promise that. Just let me do what I 
want to." 

I suppose that I could have run or hit him, but I just didn't think of that. 
Anyway, he started rubbing the tip of his cock against me and pushing it up 
against my anus. He wasn't too interested in the front of my body. But, 
then, I do look like a little girl. 

He pushed the head right up to the tight hole and started pushing against 
it. That started to hurt, but he didn't do any more. Then he stuck his 
fingers way into my ass and rubbed them around, He was stretching me a lot 
and that hurt, but he didn't try to force his cock in me. When he had his 
fingers in me, he brought his cock up against my ass again, and rubbed it 
there. 

I heard him breathing hard and faster and them, all of a sudden, he stuck 
his fingers in and out of my ass, frantically. That really hurt me. But 
then, all of a sudden, he pulled them out and shoved his cock up against the 
hole. He was rubbing himself hard against me and then the gush of something 
hot hit my ass. I was all wet, and he tried to get some of it right up into 
my asshole. He pumped himself against me, then, and only stopped when there 
was no more hot wet stuff coming all over me. 

I was awfully wet. My legs were full of it, and my panties and even my 
socks. I felt so strange. You know, like someone in shock. I don't really 
remember the rest, except that when I got home, I had a very pretty flower 
in my hand. I guess he had given it to me to keep me quiet. 

I couldn't tell my folks, and I just washed myself off and went to bed 
without supper. I figured that it would be okay, but then about two nights 
later, I started having these horrible nightmares and I really haven't slept 
in two weeks. I get afraid to walk down that street in broad daylight, even. 
That's strange. I won't in daylight. I have to take care of myself, doctor. 
No one else will. Please help me. 

CONCLUSION 

I saw a great deal of previous personality damage. She handles herself very 
well, but there is only a short distance between her stolid self control and 
care and losing total control. I believe she is living in a suspended seige 
of depression. Years ago, doctors called it a phase of "melancholy". It was 
a nice way to hide the acute psychological trouble. 

I worked with Wanda for some time, but, in the end, sent her to a friend who 
is much more knowledgeable in this area. This experience only blew the top 
off her carefully controlled life-style. It brutally reinforced her feelings 
of lack of self worth. She was only good enough to be used and abused. The 
physical harm she suffered was almost negligible, but the psychological 
damage was deep. 

I do believe that this is the kind of case that shows that the act of 
molestation, in itself, is not the harmful part of the experience, but the 
significance it is given in the person's life. To this unfortunate girl, 
that one relatively harmless sexual experience proved to tip the balance 
against her. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As I indicated in the foreword of this case book, it is my belief that the 
actual sexual experiences of young children with adults are not permanently 
damaging and ultimately detrimental. I feel these case histories have 
demonstrated that in the relatively normal child, the act of sex perpetrated 
on them is not entirely disagreeable in every phase. More than one of these 
subjects willingly participated in some part of the action. 

In every case where there was a harmful reaction to the act, it came to the 
fore that society, in some way, was involved. For some, society took the 
form of their parents. The parents were punishing the girls and reminding 
them of the terribleness of the deed. They were, in fact, blamed for the 
act. The subtle clues that the parents gave, indicated to the victims that 
they were responsible in some way. Some parents were not that guarded in 
blame. There was a distinct indication that they felt the girl was in some 
part responsible. 

I advocate, in light of these findings, that society become more aware of 
the actual sexuality of children. They can appreciate pleasure in their 
genitals and do actively seek it through masturbation before the child is 
much past one or two years of age. It is the onus that society places on 
sex, the taboos of our sexual culture that forces these girls into doubt and 
hiding. I say let them alone. In fact, as far as this area is concerned, I 
am in favor of keeping the information from the parents unless there is 
reasonable safety that the parents will understand. 

Ideally, the parents should help a child to overcome such an experience, but 
until our society begins to show more respect for child-rearing and provides 
some training for being a parent, these biologically related persons are no 
better equipped to handle a problem such as this than is just any stranger 
off the street. I do not wish to appear to dislike parents in general. It is 
just that my experience with inept parents has changed my attitudes about 
this supposedly inherent talent in all who bare children. 


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