Anal Rape Abused & Beaten Victims
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Enema rapes have been running rampant now throughout the country and 
although police are trying to stop this flow, they have not been too 
successful. The enema rapist springs out at various times, and since most of 
these rapists are closet cases to begin with (that is, ninety per cent of 
the rapists hide the fact that they love enemas from their friends and 
family, thereby causing them to go out and find an innocent victim), chances 
of ever catching them is slight. 

But in this book, we are not concerned with the rapists, but rather, the 
innocent victims who had to succumb to the wet lust of their attacker. 

Jill W., 15: "I thought that it was my boyfriend ringing the bell and as 
soon as I opened the door, he slapped me across the face, knocking me out. 
The next thing I remember is hearing my younger sister screaming and seeing 
this huge man getting ready to insert an enema nozzle up Nicole's naked 
ass..." 

Judy B., 14: "Mr. Ross, my math teacher, told me that he wanted to see me 
about something, and I thought it was math. He had formulated something 
else, however, and as soon as I walked into his office, he locked the door 
and attacked me with the enema." 

Merrily F., 17: "The police used me as a decoy all right, but they didn't 
come to save me when I screamed until it was all over and I had had the 
water in my ass and was letting it drain out of my ass because the rapist 
had already finished..." 

Wendy R., 18: "He actually broke into my bathroom while I was taking a 
shower and before I knew what was happening, he had my hands tied to the 
shower nozzle and was sliding the cold, threatening nozzle up my leg and 
between my buttocks..." 

Linda C, 15: "He forced me to my knees and I thought he was going to make me 
suck his cock. I was prepared for that, I think. What I wasn't prepared for 
was the enema bag he pulled out ... and later, after I was cleaned out, he 
ass-fucked me which hurt ten times more than anything else..." 

Elissa H., 16: "It was the day of my sweet-sixteen party and I thought that 
nothing could go wrong. On my way home, I was attacked in the park near my 
house, dragged into the bushes and then raped. But that evil enema came 
first...." 

These are just a few of the girls who have stories to tell. There are 
thousands across the nation. 

CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Jill W. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Jill W. is one of the most attractive patients I have seen in a long time. 
She has small, almond-shaped eyes,' high cheek bones, and perfect 
heart-shaped lips. Her hair is long, black, and looks incredibly soft and 
silky. 

Although she is fifteen, she has a full figure of a grown woman. Her breasts 
are large, rounded, and seem quite firm, while her hips curve out 
seductively, especially in the tight blue jeans she was wearing when she 
came to see me in my office. 

I didn't want to tell her that it was easy to see why someone would want to 
attack her because she does look quite appealing and voluptuous. 

One reason I kept my mouth shut on that particular item was because it was 
easy for me to see how nervous Jill was about coming to see me, and the one 
thing I wanted to try and do was set her at ease. After a few minutes, and a 
cold glass of water, she felt relaxed enough to start speaking, although her 
thoughts didn't seem quite together during this first interview and I 
suspect she was under doctor's sedation. 

I just can't believe that anything like that would happen to someone like 
me. I know that's what everyone says, and it doesn't surprise me. I mean, 
you read about something in the newspaper and you say to yourself that these 
kinds of things always happen to other people, but they'll never happen to 
me. 

I'm wrong. What can I say? Well, I never did read about enema rapists 
before, and maybe that was what surprised me the most. I remember that when 
I saw the man standing outside of my door, the very minute I opened it, I 
said to myself that I was going to be raped. I knew even then. The enema was 
what came as a surprise. 

Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I mean, this thing upset me, 
but it got to my sister Nicole even more. After all, she was only thirteen 
and not only did the man give her an enema, too, but he raped her as well. I 
can't imagine my first fuck ever being like that. 

Maybe I should start at the beginning, as far as my sex history. Not that 
I've had such an active sex life, but at least the man didn't bust my cherry 
and make me bleed when he shoved his cock into me. Uch, I can remember that 
he still had the blood from my sister on his cock when he started to fuck me 
and that was the most disgusting part of the whole thing. 

The reason we were alone? I thought I had mentioned that. You see, my cousin 
was getting married. It was a Saturday night, a big affair and all, and my 
aunt had decided not to invite all the cousins because we have a big family. 
My mother said that she was just cheap and didn't want to pay for so many 
extra people, but I didn't care. I would have rather stayed home with my 
sister anyway. 

My parents didn't know that I had invited Norman over, mainly because they 
don't seem to like him too much. 

Norman and I have been seeing each other for six months, and he's the only 
boy I've ever been with. I'll never forget the way he seduced me in the 
front seat of his father's Caddy. I guess maybe I let myself lose control 
because of the whole aura of his father's chic, luxurious car. It happened 
on our third date. 

He took me to a drive-in. All we had ever really done was kiss, although the 
kiss between the first and second date had gotten much heavier. The second 
time he brought me home he kissed me hard on the lips, pressing his tongue 
into my mouth and grinding his groin against mine. I could feel his hard 
cock pressing against me and I knew what he wanted. The only thing was, my 
parents had brought us up with all these standards and the thought of 
actually letting him do it to me, scared me more than it thrilled me. 

At the drive-in, however, Norman had come equipped. He had a bottle of red 
wine in the back and we were chugging from the bottle. 

I was tipsy by the time the movie started, and felt him moving closer and 
closer to me. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, then moved his mouth 
to my neck and began to nibble on my ear. I know that I was tingling all 
over, especially in my virgin cunt, and that scared the shit out of me. 

When he touched my tit, I could feel my brown nipple perking up into a 
pleasurable stiffness. He started to pinch it with his fingers, still 
through my blouse, and for a second I closed my eyes and let myself get into 
the feeling. 

Then I remembered everything my parents had said, and I suddenly became so 
cold. 

"Norman," I said, pushing his hand away, "you're trying to take advantage of 
me. Stop that this instant or I'm going to insist you take me home." 

When I think about it I even see that my' morals were the morals of the 
fifties. I understand now, that times have changed, but I didn't know it 
then. 

"Are you kidding?" he asked me. "Jill, what's wrong?" 

"If you do anything I won't feel right," I told him. 

"Why? Why won't you feel right? Sex is the most normal thing that two people 
can do. It's the most pleasant thing that can happen between a man and a 
woman." 

"You're saying that only because you want to get into my pants. I've heard 
about boys like you, Norman. I've heard, believe me." 

"Look Jill," he said, getting very serious, "I've played your little game 
with you so far. The first date was a small kiss, the second date was a 
bigger and better kiss. If you continue playing, you're supposed to put out 
on this date." 

"Is that what you think? What kind of girl do you think I am?" 

"A beautiful, loving, and tender girl," he said, stroking my long black 
hair. "Look, if I had had my way, we would have made love the first time we 
went out, but I knew you weren't like that. Why are you so uptight about 
sex?" 

"My parents said that...." 

"Jesus, if you're going to believe anything they tell you, you're hopeless." 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked him. 

"Look, times have changed, morals have changed, standards have changed. I 
bet your parents enjoy sex just as much as everyone else, only they're too 
fucking prim and proper to admit it. Look, Jill, you have to come to grips 
with the fact that everyone is basically sexual and there's no reason to 
feel guilt for carrying out a feeling. Now if you can tell me that my 
stroking your nipple wasn't pleasurable, then I'll stop." 

Really, doctor, I would have had to lie to tell him that. It was one of the 
most pleasant things I had ever felt. I didn't have to say anything because 
when I took a long pause, he knew what was happening. 

He leaned over and kissed me harder on the lips, and my hand instinctively 
moved to his short brown hair and began to stroke it. I could feel how hot 
his breath was as he started to kiss his way down my neck, opening the 
buttons of my blouse at the same time. I could see he was excited because I 
wasn't wearing a bra. The smile on his face when he saw my two naked tits 
for the first time, stiff brown-nipples and all, was priceless. I wish I had 
a picture. 

He moved his mouth to my right breast and began to lick my nipple with his 
tongue. I couldn't believe it but my nipple actually became stiffer as he 
started to flick it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. 

My pussy was literally soaking through my panties by this time. Really, it 
was the most incredible filing I've ever experienced. After Norman spent a 
few minutes with one nipple, he moved his mouth to the other one. By this 
time, I could feel a fully hard bulge pressing against his pants and for one 
second, it scared me. But then I thought, what the fuck should I be scared 
of? It's only a cock and he's nice. 

I wish I could say the same for the man who raped me and my sister. There 
was one point, I remember, when I thought that this man's cock was only a 
cock and he couldn't do anything to hurt me, but then I remembered the way 
it was covered with my sister's virgin blood and ... oh, you'll have to 
excuse me a second doctor. Bad memories. 

There! I think I'm okay now. 

Anyway, because I had that attitude with Norman, it was easy for me to just 
reach down and start to massage the bulge I could feel. I don't think I've 
ever seen someone look so satisfied in his life. I mean, he looked at me and 
smiled, then spoke. 

"Wow, Jill, I can't believe the change that came over you in the last few 
minutes. It's most certainly like night and day." 

"Look, if this is going to happen, it's going to happen so I like it." 

By this time, Norman was already kissing his way down my belly, and although 
he was using one hand to unsnap my jeans, the other one was still up there 
playing with my nipples, tickling them and keeping them hot and stiff. 

I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed when he first pulled off my 
pants and panties because this was the first time I was ever letting any boy 
see my naked cunt. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but as he 
started to run his fingers through my sparse black pussy patch, he smiled. 

"You're so fucking beautiful down here," he said to me. 

I couldn't believe it when he moved his mouth to my cunt and then started to 
lick me. Doctor, I have to explain things to you. I see you seem shocked to 
think that a girl of fifteen ... excuse me, I was fourteen at the time ... 
anyway, that a girl of fourteen would be surprised when someone starts to 
eat them out for the first time. 

I led a very sheltered sex life. Most of my friends didn't talk about doing 
it because none of them did. When Norman had kind of talked me into going 
along with him, I just expected a straight fuck. You know, the cock going 
into the cunt. I had never really thought about his eating me out. 

But he started to, first spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and then 
starting to lick my stiffened clit all over. I swear, I was squirming around 
on the leather car seat and sweating profusely because I was getting off on 
it so much. My pussy started to spasm fast and I started to get wetter than 
I had been before. 

Norman went at me with the enthusiasm of ten men, I swear. He kept shoving 
his tongue into my cunt as deep as my thick hymen would let him, and he 
seemed to be savoring the taste of my pussy juices on his tongue. I could 
feel his solid tongue licking my cunt walls to get full bursts of cunt cream 
flavor. 

He cupped his hands on my buttocks when I was approaching my first orgasm 
because I was so hot that I instinctively began to thrust my ass up and down 
off the seat. Holding my buttocks seemed to be the only way that he could 
control me and keep me from moving, because I have to admit that I was 
moving so fast that his mouth couldn't keep up with me. 

I felt his hands rubbing my sweating back into my buttocks as I started to 
come. 

I came in colors. By that, I mean I closed my eyes and started to see all 
kinds of color flashes happening before me. I saw reds and blues, and best 
of all, these hot pinks that made me squirm with delight. 

When that part was over, Norman licked his way back up to my mouth and when 
I started sucking on his tongue for a few seconds, I could actually taste 
the sweet flavor of my pussy. I think I understood then why he had been so 
enthusiastic about it. 

As he kissed me, I could feel him lifting his crotch off my naked skin, and 
I really didn't know just what he was doing until he pressed himself down on 
me again. He had taken his cock out of his pants and when he touched me 
again, I could feel his swollen dick in the flesh, pressing against my wet 
pussy hairs. 

"Norman," I said, "do girls suck off guys like guys eat out girls?" 

"Of course," he said. "Would you like to try? I want to warn you though, 
that I've heard the taste takes some getting used to. You might not like 
it." 

"I like you," I said to him. "In fact, I love you. And if something like 
that would bring you pleasure, I can't see how I wouldn't like it." 

He sat up in the front seat and I saw the way his cock was sticking straight 
up in his lap. I leaned over and moved closer to get a better look. 

Norman's cock was about seven inches long, and quite thick. He had a thick 
patch of brown hair around it and his balls were in a sack that was red and 
covered with finer hairs. I cupped his balls and he moaned softly. 

Then I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to lick it. At first, I 
was afraid to take it into my mouth because I wasn't sure if I would be able 
to take the entire thing in. So I was just licking my way up and down his 
shaft, and I could feel the tension in him. At one point, as I was licking 
my way over the tip of his cock, I tasted a drop of his come that had 
escaped the slit. 

The flavor was delicious, like nothing I'd ever tasted, and I figured if I 
could get more of it and bring him pleasure at the same time, there was most 
definitely something good behind this whole sex thing. It was only then that 
I opened my mouth and slid it down over his shaft, so far that I could feel 
him in the back of my throat. 

"My God, Jill," he moaned, "you're incredible." 

I started to slide my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, and after a 
few times 

Norman made it easier for me by thrusting. He held onto my cheeks, stroking 
them softly, and he started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. There 
was one time when I felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and 
don't laugh, but I thought that there was something wrong. 

I pulled my mouth away immediately and looked at him, terrified. 

He started to laugh and told me that he was just about to come when I had 
pulled back. I looked quickly, and saw his cock throb once. Then it all 
subsided, except for the erection, of course. He was still hard. 

"Come on," he said, "you can keep sucking it. When you feel that happening 
the next time, pull back just a little so you can really taste the come on 
your tongue. Otherwise, if I'm in too deep, it might get caught in your 
throat." 

By this time, his pubic patch was sweaty, and each time I slid my mouth down 
his shaft, I could smell the most enticing odor emanating from his patch. I 
swear, there was so much good about sex. Not only was there the taste and 
the knowledge that you were bringing your partner such pleasure, but even 
more, there was that aphrodisiac smell, like nothing that had ever 
penetrated my nostrils before. 

This second time, when he started to pulse, I squeezed his balls hard. I 
pulled my mouth back, like he had told me, and then I could feel the warm 
come pumping out into my mouth. I didn't really notice the color then, but I 
thought that the creamy consistency of it was super. I let some of it drip 
down my throat because I could feel more and more being pumped from his 
cock. 

The last load was one that I kept in my mouth for a few minutes so I could 
really savor the sweet flavor of come. I didn't know when I would taste it 
next. 

When I kissed him, after it was over, he told me that he even liked his 
taste. It was the first time that he had tasted himself in a girl's mouth 
and we sat there, watching the movie, waiting for him to get hard again so 
we could fuck, and talking about which tasted better, cock come or cunt 
cream? 

Of course, we couldn't come to an agreement on that, because even though it 
was my first taste of both, I took cock come over cunt cream by a mile. 
Norman, of course, said that nothing compared with the flavor of a wet, 
seeping pussy. 

"How many others have you had, by the way?" I asked him, since he was coming 
off like he was rather experienced. 

"Only a few, only a few," he said to me. 

He never did give me a set number, and in some ways, I don't know if I'd 
even like to know. Norman has been so helpful with my recovery from the rape 
and I love him even more for it. 

Anyway, it took about fifteen minutes for Norman to get hard again, and even 
when he did and I told him I was ready, he suggested that we wait a little 
bit longer because he wanted to be rock-hard so he could penetrate me. 

As he said that, however, he was moving his fingers to my pussy lips and'he 
was beginning to stroke me softly. He had licked me dry the first time, and 
he was trying to get me wet for this fuck. 

"It's going to be so much easier if you're lubricated with your own cunt 
juices," he said. "Some people use creams, so I've heard, but there's 
nothing like the real thing for lubrication." 

He didn't even have to talk about it too long, for by the time he had said 
those words, I was soaking wet again. Norman even told me something about 
his being happy that I had such a responsive pussy, and making him happy 
made me happy, too. 

He made me lie back gently and then he spread my legs. I have to admit that 
the position was quite awkward for a first fuck, for even though it was a 
Caddy it was still pretty tight in the front seat. 

Then Norman took hold of his thick cock and started to rub it against my 
pussy lips. When I first felt that, I could feel my cunt muscles beginning 
to spasm immediately. It was so incredible. There was such a warmth to his 
cock that I knew the fuck was going to have to be outrageous. 

He slid into me a little, and I could feel my cunt muscles stretching to 
take him in. But I was so wet that the whole thing was rather easy. 

I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and started to push him in more, 
tightening them as I did it. I made him push his way in even deeper, and 
then he came against a stop. I could feel it. His cock had come up against a 
barrier, and that barrier was my own maidenhood. That's what my mother used 
to call it. 

"This might hurt a little," he said to me. 

"I know it doesn't have to," I said, kissing him. "You seem to have a way of 
making everything so nice. Make this nice for me, okay?" 

"Okay," he said, and then he started to kiss me hard on the mouth. 

It was feeling really good, until he took my lip between his teeth and 
started to bite it. I could feel his hairless chest pressing against my tits 
and his cock in my cunt, but the pain on my lips were beginning to overtake 
everything. 

I started to push at him, trying to push him away. My lip was throbbing at 
the time and I was thinking about the things that my mother would say when I 
got home and she saw my swollen lip. I knew she'd start yelling at me and 
telling me that I was nothing more than a cheap slut, because she had once 
said something like that to me when she found out I had kissed a boy on the 
lips. 

See what kind of family I come from? They're crazy. 

Anyway, I was concentrating on my swollen, aching lip so much, that I hadn't 
even noticed the fact that Norman had finally penetrated me. It wasn't until 
he let up and I felt him starting to move in and out of me, deeper than 
before, that I knew he had busted me open. I was no longer a virgin, and 
there hadn't been any pain at all. 

Except for the pain on my lip, but I'm sure that was much better than the 
pain you're supposed to feel when you're hymen is busted. 

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter inside, and I really didn't 
know that it was because of my blood until the whole thing was over. I 
didn't really care, either, because Norman had given me what he had 
promised. My whole body was bursting with sensation and it was all emanating 
from his cock moving inside of my cunt. I could feel the thick cock bone 
rubbing over my clit and my cunt walls were spasming tightly around his 
bulge. 

We were both moaning and breathing harder than ever. Really, I'm surprised 
that no one in the cars next to us looked over, although, even if they did, 
I probably wouldn't have noticed. We did have the windows up, which must 
have made the car look suspicious anyway because it was hot outside, but we 
were also moaning so loud that I'm sure people in the next cars had to have 
heard us. 

The first time Norman's cock started to pulsate in my pussy, he slowed down 
a little. 

He said that he didn't want to come right away, and I really don't know why 
because I think that I was ready to take a few shots of his come. I mean, I 
was imagining what it would feel like, and the only thing I had to equate it 
with was the way I remembered the come shooting into my mouth. 

I remembered the warm creamy burst and I thought that something like that 
would make my cunt feel sensational. My thoughts turned out to be accurate 
in the end, because that's exactly how I felt. 

But he didn't come right away. I don't know how long we were fucking for, 
but I do know that we missed more than three-quarters of the movie and had 
to sit through it again. 

When he started to pulse inside of me a second time, he didn't stop. I 
remember the way he started to lick my ear, then flick his tongue in and out 
of it, just as his cock started to shoot inside of me. 

I'll never forget that warm feeling that came over my body as his cock 
started to empty his love cream into me. It was a sign of love, too, and 
that's why I called it 'love cream.' I mean, I've never felt so close to 
Norman in my life as I did that first time when we started to come together. 

His whole body was making all my nerves tingle. I mean, it was like all my 
nerve endings were exposed and his touching them was sending burst after 
burst of pleasurable sensations through me. I'm sure he was feeling the same 
way because I could feel how much his body was sweating and it was pretty 
close to mine. 

Norman kept pumping even after his cock started to go limp inside of me, and 
it was really amazing to feel him going limp in my pussy tunnel. It was a 
nice feeling as my cunt walls squeezed his warm, semi-flaccid dick. 

Now the reason I went into so much detail about that first time, is I want 
you to have some kind of an understanding as to where I was at, sexually, 
when I was raped by this enema bandit. As I've said, I expected him to fuck 
me from the minute he hit me across the face and burst his way into our 
house. 

I can't say that I expected him to do the same to my sister. He did get to 
her first. I remember opening my eyes and hearing her screaming, then 
looking over and seeing her face-down on the carpet with her naked ass up in 
the air. 

The man, who was masked at the time, was shoving an enema nozzle between her 
buttocks and I knew that he was flooding her with water. I couldn't imagine 
what it felt like nor did I expect that I was to be the next recipient. 

I just remember my sister's screaming, and I started to feel bad because 
before the man had entered, the two of us had been talking. I had wanted to 
prepare her for the fact that Norman and I would probably sneak off to the 
bedroom and fuck. I knew that if I didn't, she would certainly tell my 
mother and father when they got back. 

I wanted her to understand sex, and the pleasures involved in sex, just so 
she would understand why I was doing it. The only thing was, there was a 
knock on the door in the middle of our conversation, just before I was going 
to tell her about the actual physical parts of sex, and then the man knocked 
me out. 

She was raped without knowing that fucking can feel good, and I just can't 
help feeling guilty about something like that. I mean, it isn't my place to 
have to tell my sister about sex. It's my mother's place, really, but I know 
that she would never bring herself to do it. God, the whole thing's so 
fucking sick! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Jill came to see me, she seemed a little more self-assured, 
and I was glad to see it. The first time she had come was only a few days 
after the incident, but a week's passing had probably given her a good deal 
of time to think things through and maybe she had come to grips with things. 

When she came to see me, she was wearing a dungaree dress and I had to admit 
to her that she looked quite sexy in it. Her hair was up in a tight bun 
because it was rather warm outside, and she looked older and more mature 
that way. 

My parents left the house that night by seven-fifteen, even though the 
reception was only ten minutes from the house by car. My father's the kind 
of man who always-likes to be the first one at an affair. 

Anyway, I was expecting Norman over at eight-thirty, and my sister Nicole 
was sitting in front of the television, glued to whatever shit was on. 

Nicole is very, very good-looking. She had red-brown hair, depending on the 
light she's in, and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen in my life. For a 
thirteen-year-old, she happens to have a terrific figure, too. Her tits 
aren't as big as mine are now, but they're bigger than mine ever were when I 
was thirteen. 

I'm sure that she'll have bigger tits than me in a few years. Oh God, I 
shudder when I think about it. I mean, she could derive such pleasure from 
those tits of hers but I wouldn't be surprised if she's turned off to men 
for the rest of her life. I know that I'd probably be if I lost my cherry 
the way she did. 

Anyway, as I was watching her in front of the television, I suddenly decided 
that I'd better tell her some things. I think I mentioned last week why I 
thought I should tell her. She still believed all those things that my 
mother used to feed us about sex and I knew that if Norman and I snuck off 
to the bedroom, she would start saying something. 

"Nicole," I said, "I want to tell you something. When Norman comes over 
tonight we're probably going to go to my room and go to bed together." 

I'll never forget the look on her face. It was as if I was the biggest 
sinner in the world. Her jaw dropped open a mile wide. 

"What? You mean that you've done this kind of thing before? Oh my God, Jill, 
that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of. I can't believe you 
would do such a thing." 

"Nicole, there's nothing wrong with it." 

Do you know what I felt like? I felt like I was Norman the first time I did 
it with him. I swear, she was a mirror-image of the way I was and I was now 
trying to convince her that it felt good. 

"Have you ever touched yourself and felt pleasure from it?" I asked her. 
"What do you mean?" 

"Sometimes, when it's cold, I know that my nipples get stiff. Haven't you 
ever touched your nipples when they got stiff and felt a pleasant tingle?" 

"Jill, please, don't say things like that," Nicole said, and she was even 
covering her ears so she wouldn't hear me. I reached over and grabbed her 
hands. 

"Nicole, there is nothing wrong with it. One day you're going to understand 
because it's going to happen to you. When it does, you'll remember this talk 
we had and you'll come running to me with an apology. But right now I'm not 
looking for your approval." 

"What are you looking for then?" she asked. 

"I just want to make sure that you're going to keep your mouth shut, that's 
all. I don't want you telling mom or dad about this." 

She didn't say anything. Instead, she turned back to the television and 
started to watch. I don't remember how much time went by before she turned 
around again, touched my leg, then looked up at me. 

"Maybe you're right," she said. "I talk to some of my friends and they say 
that sex is nice. I've been thinking that mom wouldn't ever say sex is nice, 
just because of the way she is. I guess you are right." 

"Oh, I am," I said to her. "Look, I was scared the first time it happened, a 
little. But once it was happening and we were in the middle of it, there was 
no reason to be scared. There's no reason to be scared of something that's 
going to feel so good." 

"Tell me what it feels like," she said to me. 

I was just about to, right at that moment, but then the doorbell rang. I 
told her that I'd tell her in a minute, thinking that it was Norman at the 
door and he would even be able to help me explain some things. 

Well, it wasn't Norman at the door. I flung it open and this lecherous 
looking man was standing there. He had brown hair and a mask across his 
face. He wore a long brown trench-coat, and that was really all I took in at 
first. 

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?' I screamed at him, and all of a 
sudden I felt his fist smash into my face. I couldn't believe the force 
behind the blow. It sent me reeling to the floor and I know that I passed 
out because when I woke up, he had already gotten things started. 

The first thing that I heard was my little sister's muffled cries of pain, 
and my vision wasn't clear enough for me to see what was actually going on. 
I could see that the front door was closed, and when I squinted I noticed 
that the chain had been slid into the lock. I wanted to reach up for it, 
open the door and run for help, but I could hardly raise myself up to my 
feet. 

By the time I realized that I didn't have the energy to get up and open the 
door, my vision had cleared some, and that's when I was able to see what he 
was doing to my sister. It was incredible. 

He had her face-forward on the carpet, and I didn't notice until later that 
he had tied her hands together. What I could see was this: My sister's ass 
was raised up off the floor, since he had propped her on her knees. Her 
pants and panties had been pulled down to her knees so that her naked ass 
was exposed. 

I squinted even more and I could see the man holding the enema bag in his 
hand. The minute he rammed the nozzle into her ass-hole, and he did it with 
a tremendous force, she let out a long scream, louder than the others but 
still muffled. 

The man was laughing his head off as he watched my sister squirm in torment. 
Then I noticed something else. His trench-coat was open now and he wasn't 
wearing any pants under it. I could see that his cock was hard, long and 
thick. 

The only cock I had to compare it with was Norman's, and this one looked so 
much larger, and as a result, so much more terrifying. 

"All right, you bitch," the man was saying, in a low, hushed voice, "you 
love this, don't you? Yeah, baby, you love to be filled. And you're going to 
love it even more when I start to fuck you. Yeah, you'll love being fucked." 

When I heard that, I started to crawl toward the living room where this 
whole thing was taking place. When the man saw me, he smiled at me in the 
most depraved manner. 

"Oh, it looks like big sister's come to join the party," he said, and I saw 
the way he was stroking my sister's virgin pussy from behind as he continued 
to fill her with water from the enema. 

"Please leave her alone," I moaned. "Please, she isn't experienced." 

He reached over and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me closer to him. I had 
to crawl fast, for I thought he'd surely pull my hair out of my head in 
large tufts. He slapped me across the face once more. 

"You'll wait your turn, honey," he said to me. 

The second smack in the face didn't knock me unconscious, but it did knock 
any energy out of me that I had managed to build up since coming out of my 
first state of unconsciousness. I could only lie there and watch what he was 
doing. 

He was rubbing his cock against my sister's buttocks, and then I finally saw 
him pull the dripping hose out of her anus. When she started to let the 
water leak out he smashed his open palm against her buttock and screamed at 
her. 

"You'd better hold it in, kid, or else I'll kill you." 

I gasped when he said that. I couldn't believe that he would threaten her 
like that, and I think he really intended to carry out his threat. I reached 
over and began to stroke my sister's soft hair. 

"It's going to be okay, Nicole, it's going to be okay. It's not like this at 
all. It's never like this. He's being brutal." 

"Shut up," the man said, spitting his words out at me. 

Of course, Nicole did. I saw the man spitting into his hand then and rubbing 
thick wads of saliva all over his swollen purple cock. Then, before he gave 
her any notice, he rammed his way into her cunt from behind. 

I could see her whole body spasming with pain after that first thrust, and 
the rapist didn't even wait for the pain to subside. He started to thrust 
his thick cock in and out of her cunt with a fiery fury. I could tell by the 
look on his face that he was getting off on it. 

"Hey, you feel like a fucking water bed," he said to her. 

I noticed that his cock was already coated with her virgin blood as he 
pulled himself out. Of course, he never pulled himself all the way out 
because he wanted to fuck her until he came. I could tell by the look on his 
face. 

I kept stroking my sister's hair because I didn't know what else to do. I 
had thought, again, of getting up and running for help, but I was too weak 
and I knew that the minute I would move to get up, the man would knock me 
down and get me. 

I felt so bad, for all I could do was sit there and watch him rape the shit 
out of her. I could see his whole body getting tense right before he was 
going to come, and he pulled out of her cunt and started to jerk himself to 
his orgasm. I saw his white come shooting out on my sister's back, and then, 
as the ejaculations started pumping with less force, the come landed on her 
buttocks and on her ass crack. 

You should have heard him moaning. He was so animalistic that I thought he 
wasn't human at all. He whipped his cock against her ass a few times as he 
squeezed it to get the last drops of come out. Then he just pushed her 
forward so she was lying flush against the floor, and started on me. 

"Come on, we need a refill," he said, standing up and pulling my arm with 
one hand while his other hand reached for the enema bag. 

It was only then, as my sister rolled over, looking like she was in terrible 
pain, that I noticed the way he had tied her hands together at the wrists. 
She looked at me with pained eyes as he dragged me off to the kitchen. 

I didn't try to fight him, for I thought that my sister would try to call 
for help, now that she was left alone in the living room. Of course, she 
couldn't do that because he had pulled the phone from the jack. Besides, she 
could hardly even move. After he was finished with me and had left, I ran 
into the living room and saw my sister lying on the rug, rocking back and 
forth, moaning in her own shit. She had held the enema in during the fuck, 
but had let everything leak out once he was gone. 

When I was alone with him in the kitchen, and he was filling the orange 
enema bag, I thought of trying to reason with him. 

"Please, why do you want to do this?" I asked. 

"Shut up," he said to me, then slapped me again. 

I watched the rubber enema bag expand to almost twice its thickness as he 
let it fill with water. I knew he was going to expect me to take the whole 
thing in, even though I didn't think I would ever be able to do it. 

While he was filling up the bag, he pushed me on my knees and demanded that 
I start sucking his cock. I could see my sister's virgin blood on his 
flaccid dick and my stomach started to churn. I turned my head away, and he 
pulled me by the hair, then shoved his limp dick right against my mouth. 

"Open your fucking mouth before I break your jaw," he said. 

I could taste the blood as soon as his dick was in my mouth, and I licked 
most of it off fast so that I wouldn't have to taste it for too long. I kept 
sucking and sucking, thinking that the faster I brought him off, the faster 
it would all be over. 

The only thing was, he wasn't getting hard at all. His dick remained flaccid 
throughout my sucking, which wasn't too long. 

He only had me suck him until he had taken the enema bag away from the water 
tap. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed me down to the tile 
kitchen floor. He rolled me over on my back and ripped at my pants and 
panties, yanking them down around my legs. 

"I don't think I have to tie you, do I big sister?" he asked. "You seem like 
you're going to be a lot more cooperative than junior was." 

With those words, he rammed the enema nozzle up my ass-hole. I couldn't 
believe how much it hurt, especially because of the force behind it. He had 
filled it with warm water, and as I felt it shooting into me it did relax me 
a little bit. The only thing was, I never thought I'd be able to hold it in. 
Even as it was rushing inside of my ass-hole, I couldn't help but think that 
I was ready to expel it then. I knew that the minute he took the nozzle out, 
I would let it all out. 

I didn't think I'd be able to do anything to hold it in. The nozzle seemed 
to be acting as some kind of cork, also, and that cork was keeping the water 
in my ass. 

"You'd better hold it in, you bitch," he said, threateningly. 

Then he slapped his cock against my buttocks, and I could feel how hard he 
had gotten. Obviously, that enema did something to him to make him rock hard 
for it hadn't been in me for more than a minute when he slapped me with, his 
dick. 

"Oh, yeah," he was moaning, "you're sure to be more experienced than your 
little sister, aren't you? Yeah, I figured that big sister had fucked her 
brains out with many people before. You look the type." 

There were so many things that I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't say 
any of them without cursing him out. I kept my mouth shut for that reason. I 
was in bad enough condition as it was and I didn't want to do anything to 
fuck myself up further. 

The enema filled me up fast and I felt like I was some kind of balloon. I 
swear, I never had to go to the bathroom so bad in my life, and as he pulled 
out the hose I clenched my ass muscles tight to try and keep from leaking. 
He stroked my buttocks and that didn't do a damn thing to help me. 

"Are you wet inside?" he asked me. 

"My ass is soaked," I said to him. 

"I'm talking about your cunt, you stupid bitch. I know your ass is wet." 

I don't know where I got the balls to say what I said next, and I'm sorry 
that I ever did. 

I had the bruise on my cheek from the punch he gave me after I said it for 
three days longer than any other bruise. 

"How the hell do you expect that my cunt's going to be wet?" I asked him. 
"Do you think your sickness is turning me on in any way?" 

Then he socked me across the face. After that, he just rammed his cock into 
my cunt, and it was a dry run all the way. I could feel his cock skin 
chafing my pussy tunnel and it felt like he was ripping at my cunt skin. 

I could also feel something else. He wasn't hitting my clit at all from that 
doggie-style position, and I was able to move my hands between my legs and 
do something about that. 

I could feel my stiffened clit and I started to pinch it and rub it back and 
forth in order to make myself wet. Of course I was hitting his cock with my 
fingers and he must have thought that I was doing it all for that reason. 

The lunkhead probably never even realized what a clit is. He probably 
doesn't even know how to satisfy a woman, for if he had, he surely would 
have known that I'd never get wet from the way he was fucking me. 

Of course, I didn't think about him fucking me as I tried to masturbate 
myself into some kind of wet climax. I don't think that I ever would have 
been able to achieve anything had I thought about him fucking me. I mean, 
the whole thing was so disgusting and he was such a fucking brute that he 
wasn't turning me on at all. 

And of course, it was hard to fantasize about something else when you could 
feel that water splashing back and forth inside of you each time his groin 
slapped against my ass. It was terrible. 

I can honestly say that the worst part about the whole thing was the 
wheezing noises he was making as he fucked me. I mean, I didn't think that 
it was his cock. I was fantasizing that it was Norman's, of course. But each 
time he started to wheeze and moan, something that you wouldn't believe 
until you heard it, I was reminded that this bastard was fucking me. 

He didn't even try to hold back, and the first time his cock started to 
pulsate hard in my cunt, he just kept going until he was filling me with his 
come. I can't say that it upset me that he didn't try to hold back. I mean, 
I would have preferred him to come even faster, just to get the whole thing 
over with. As soon as he was finished coming he just pulled his way out of 
me and pushed me down flat against the floor. 

His two hands started to massage my fleshy white buttocks, hard, and I could 
feel myself beginning to drip. I really didn't care, and obviously, he 
didn't either, so long as the fuck was over. He spread my ass cheeks wide 
apart, as if he wanted to see the actual leakage of piss and shit, and 
everything else I had inside of me. 

Then the front doorbell rang, and I glanced up at the clock. It was Norman, 
I knew, for it was eight-thirty and he was always precisely on time. 

The doorbell ringing scared the shit out of our enema rapist, for he just 
picked up his bag and ran to the back kitchen door. I looked up at him, just 
as he was closing his trench-coat. He smiled at me, the bastard. 

"Well, kid," he said, "it was certainly nice fucking you and your sister. 
Remember me when this you see." 

Then he held up the enema bag so I could get one last glance at it, and he 
was opening the back door and running out that way. I just lay there, 
listening to the front doorbell ringing again and again. Finally, I managed 
to sit up and when I did I could feel the water dripping out of my ass-hole 
even faster. 

You're not going to believe what I did next. I knew that Norman would get 
upset if I didn't answer the door fast, and I wanted him inside to help me 
get things settled. So the first thing that I did was hop onto the sink and 
I just started to let everything out there. I know that shitting in a sink 
sounds disgusting to you because it certainly sounds disgusting to me, but I 
didn't have time to think about it then. 

After I was empty, I ran to the front door, pulling up my pants on the way. 
When Norman looked at my face, he could see all the bruises. He knew that 
something was terribly wrong, and then he heard my sister moaning. 

That was when I looked over and saw her groveling in her own shit. Norman 
seemed a little embarrassed to see her lying there with her legs spread and 
her cunt exposed, but he did help me get her to the bathroom. 

We called the police later, and they were still at the house when my parents 
came home. By this time, we had both emptied ourselves and I had cleaned up 
the carpet stains as best I could. Of course, my mother was shocked that 
such a thing like this could happen, and that pissed me off. 

For the first few minutes she stood there, incredulously, repeating herself. 

"No," she was saying, "it just didn't happen. Things like this don't happen 
to my little girls." 

I wanted to slap her. Because I know that it's her shitty attitude which is 
keeping my sister from getting over it. Nicole hasn't been the same since 
and I'm trying to help her come to grips with what happened. I really hope I 
can. She's so sweet and I love her so much. I want her to grow up normal. 

CONCLUSION 

I can only say that it's a tremendously healthy attitude that Jill is taking 
and her coming to grips with the incident so soon after it happened is most 
encouraging. I think she would have had a lot more trouble dealing with it, 
had her sister not been a victim as well. 

I tried to explain some of the reasons certain men feel they need to inflict 
enemas upon struggling victims. I explained the whole power trip a man can 
feel, as well as the turn-on of degrading a victim. 

I told Jill that I would be willing to see her sister to try and help her, 
but that I feel their mother should come in first. Unless her attitude 
changes and she keeps up with the times, she is certainly going to hinder 
her daughter's recovery. 

This case is quite similar to one that is depicted in the new enema film 
"Waterpower" and I told Jill that if she saw it, it might help her 
understand things even more. There is one scene with two sisters, one a 
virgin, the other not, and their attack by an enema rapist is depicted quite 
brutally and. accurately. 

The film is highly recommended for anyone by me, whether you're an enema 
enthusiast or not, for it gives new insight into the watersport. 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Judy B. AGE: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Judy is a pleasantly attractive girl whose looks begin to grow on you as you 
see more and more of her. She has long brown hair and brown eyes that 
actually sparkle with child-like innocence. 

When she first came to see me she was wearing a short skirt and tight 
blouse, and it was easy for me to see that she had a completely curvaceous 
figure. Her dress slinked up her long brown leg as she sat, revealing the 
most shapely thighs. 

The one thing I liked about Judy was her eagerness to talk. She didn't seem 
the bit hesitant about telling me about her enema experience, and I took it 
as a tremendously healthy sign. 

Now, I just want you to know that the reason I'm so willing to talk to you 
is because I've heard something's supposed to happen to make you feel better 
about the incident when you talk to someone about it. I haven't been able to 
tell anyone about it for a simple reason. 

It was my math teacher who did it to me. 

Now I know you wanted to hear about rapes, and everything, but don't, get 
upset Doctor. Even though my teacher and I used to fuck each other every so 
often, I still consider that time with the enema a rape because I didn't 
want anything like that to happen at all and he just forced himself on me. 

Rape is force, right? I know it is. I mean, you could even say that a man 
raped his own wife if he forced himself on her. I'd say so at least. For as 
far as I know, or as far as I believe, a rape is a forced attack. 

Rudy didn't have to force himself on me the first few times. In fact, I 
don't even remember the actual conversation that had occurred leading up to 
our first fuck, but I remember coming on to him as much as he was coming on 
to me. 

Mr. Ross, or Rudy as I've been calling him, had to be one of the best 
looking teachers I'd ever seen in my life. He had short brown hair and a 
cleft in his chin, and was also one of the youngest teachers in the school. 
He's only about twenty-five, and unmarried, which is something I found out 
the first day in his class. 

It wasn't until about the third week that he asked me to come to his office. 
I had no idea that anything sexual would occur, although I have to admit 
that I had fantasized about it a hundred times. 

I used to look at his crotch in class to see if I could make out any outline 
of a cock bulge there. Sometimes I did, and when I did that bulge kept me 
fascinated for the rest of the class. 

Anyway, I was leaving class one day, after the third week, and he called me 
over and asked to see me in his office during his free period. 

"What ever for?" I asked, even though I knew I would go. 

"I have to talk to you about your work in class," he said. 

He had only given us one test and we hadn't gotten it back at the time. 
Immediately, I started to think that I must have fucked up the test good. I 
started to think that he was going to give me this long lecture. I had no 
idea if I did good or not, even though I thought I knew the stuff. 

I went to his office during the fifth period, rather than go to lunch. He 
had a small, private office, and I didn't even notice him locking the door 
behind me as I entered. He had a large window looking out on the track 
field, and since, we were three flights up, he didn't pull the shades. I'm 
sure he figured no one would see us, and no one ever did as far as I know. 

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked, trying to shift my short 
skirt down a little because it had slid up my leg when I sat. 

Mr. Ross was sitting on his desk at the time, and I couldn't help but notice 
that his cock looked like it was beginning to get stiffer. 

"First, the test," he said to me. 

"Did I fuck it up? Ooops, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that in front of 
you." 

"Why not?" he asked, licking his lips. "Do you think I'm so prim and proper 
that I don't use words like that? Come on, I'm a person, too." 

I laughed a little. He was the first teacher who had ever come out and told 
me that he was a person, too. Most teachers I've come across are on their 
teacher trips and if you forget who they are and don't treat them with 
respect and dignity, they can get really mad at you. I liked the fact that 
Mr. Ross wasn't like that at all. 

"All right," I said. "Tell me then, did I do bad or good?" 

"You did pretty well," he said to me. 

"What's that mean?" I asked him. 

"It means this. If I didn't doctor up your paper a little bit, you would 
have failed. I don't understand it, Judy. You seem to be attentive and alert 
in class, and I've always found you most attractive and inspiring. I thought 
for sure that you'd be one of my better students." 

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you," I said, and I know I was flirting with 
him by what I said next. "But then again, it's sometimes so hard to 
concentrate with the kinds of distractions you run into in your class." 

"What kind?" he asked, and he .seemed very concerned. 

"Well, for one thing, you're a very handsome man. Sometimes I find myself 
just looking at you and forgetting about everything that you're teaching. I 
can't help it but I like the way you look." 

"Thank you," he said, and I could see his cock bulge getting even stiffer. 

"Then there's that other distraction," I said to him. 

"What other distraction?" he asked, smiling. 

How could you go about telling your teacher that his cock was the 
distraction? I had no idea. Instead, I just pointed to the bulge down his 
left leg and then he smiled at me even more. I couldn't help but smile back. 

"I see," he said. "So, my cock distracts you?" 

"Yes," I said, quite surprised that he had come out and used the word. "I 
sometimes see the bulge and I wonder just what you look like." 

Then Mr. Ross did something that I had fantasized about, but never quite 
expected. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his large eight-inch cock. I 
couldn't believe it when I saw it sticking straight out at me. He started to 
run his hand up and down the extended shaft and I could see that he was 
deriving a tremendous amount of pleasure from it. It was so beautiful. 

"Would you like to touch it?" he asked. "Maybe if you get more familiar with 
it I won't distract you so much in class." 

I reached out and took hold of his cock, and as I did, he lifted his ass up 
off his desk and slid his pants down so that I could see his thick pubic 
patch and large swinging balls. I cupped them in my hand. 

"You have a wonderful touch," he said to me. "Would you like to taste him?" 

I had never thought of sucking his cock before, but when he asked me that, 
it was all I wanted to do. I moved my mouth to his large dick and started to 
lick him. Mr. Ross let out the longest, most satisfied moan I'd ever heard, 
and all I wanted to do was make him feel good for as long as I could. 

I opened my mouth and took his cock all the way down my throat. I could 
smell his strong male fragrance and then he started to reach for my blouse 
buttons and open them. My whole body was tingling with excitement. I hadn't 
known that he was going to try to fuck me, even as I was sucking his cock. 

As I ran my mouth up and down his shaft, I thought that all he'd want is for 
me to suck him off and that would be all. I could feel his hot balls hitting 
my chin each time he moved in deep, and that was most pleasing. 

Mr. Ross started to finger my stiff nipples once my blouse was open, and I 
could feel my whole body tingling. I had fucked once before in my life, so I 
wasn't a virgin, but Mr. Ross was going to be my first older man. I can't 
tell you what it felt like to know that this older man desired me. 

I could feel his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and I thought 
that he was going to come then and not be able to get it up again. For that 
reason alone, I pulled my mouth back from his cock and squeezed it. 

"Why are you doing that?" he asked, moaning and pinching my nipples even 
harder. "Don't you like the taste of come?" 

"I've only tasted it once or twice," I said to him. "I happen to love it." 

"Then suck me off all the way," he said "I'll be able to get it up again." 

I should have figured. I mean, the boy I had been with had been just a boy 
and once he came he was so exhausted that he didn't even think of trying to 
get it up again. But once I had my teacher's assurance, I went back to the 
cock, full force. 

I started to lick the tip of his dick with my tongue and I could feel the 
way his whole body was shivering. 

I tasted a drop of his come, seeping from the head, and then he started to 
pulsate hard. When he did that, I could feel him flooding my mouth with his 
come. I tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much for me to 
handle. 

He did start to go limp when he came, and he pulled his cock from my mouth. 

"Now," he said, "I want to work on what's been distracting me in class." 

"Oh, and what's that?" I asked. 

"You think it's easy for me to sit in class with you just staring at me all 
the time? You think it's easy for me to control myself when I see the way 
your tits are pushing out of your blouse. Sometimes your nipples look so 
ripe and juicy." 

Even as he said that, he was lifting me up to my feet and kissing my neck. 
Then he stood up off his desk and started to lay me down on my back. 

"Yeah," he was saying, "you have the kind of nipples that could just drive a 
teacher insane, and that ass of yours is something to brag about, too." 

While he said that, he moved his hand down to my skirt and started to slide 
it off, taking my panties with it. When he saw my brown-haired cunt he 
started to moan softly, then he moved his fingers to my cunt lips and 
stroked them softly. I could feel my cunt lips getting wet as he stroked 
them. 

He moved his mouth to my nipples and started to lick them and I could feel 
them popping out with stiff pleasure. He started to bite on them gently and 
I could feel my hot, wet pussy getting even wetter. 

Mr. Ross didn't seem to be able to get enough of my nipples, but that didn't 
bother me. The more he licked them the more turned on I got, and that was 
fine. By the time he started to lick his way down my flat white belly, I had 
already come once. 

He slid his tongue through my pussy patch, and then he buried his head 
between my legs and started to eat me with such gusto. I could feel his 
tongue playing with my clit, and that showed me how experienced he was. 

I mean, the other boy that I'd been with didn't seem to know what he was 
doing when he ate me, but Mr. Ross was a grown man and he knew just what to 
do. 

I could feel my whole body bursting with sensation and then he shoved his 
hands under my sweaty buttocks and cupped them to keep me steady. Mr. Ross 
ate me really well and then, when he was finished, he left me wet. 

He did that because he was dying to really fuck me, and as he started to 
position himself between my legs, I could see that he hadn't let me down. I 
mean that physically, for his cock was at full mast once again, stiff and 
pointing straight out. 

He rubbed his cock head against my cunt and then it was a smooth sail 
inside. I wrapped my legs tightly around his buttocks and almost forced him 
into me, deep. I could feel his sweaty groin rubbing against my cunt and I 
knew that he was in all the way. He moved his fingers to my nipples, started 
to stroke them softly, then began a fast, steady thrusting which had me 
psyched throughout. 

I'll never forget the first time he came inside of me. It was such a warm, 
soothing feeling when he shot his creamy come up my cunt. I could feel the 
sweat of his buttocks with my feet, and then he pumped even harder. 

When it was over, we lay in each other's arms for a few minutes and it was 
so nice because he just kept kissing me all over. 

"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" he asked. "It could get me 
fired." 

"Of course I won't," I said. "I don't want to lose a good thing." 

However, if I had known he was going to force an enema on me, I think that 
maybe I would have said something. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Judy came to see me she was wearing a long peasant dress and 
I thought that she looked sensational. She seemed a little more relaxed 
during this second interview and the reason why is explained in the 
beginning of her interview. I can honestly say beforehand that I think Judy 
is well on the way to recovery and some kind of acceptance of enemas. 

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she turns into an enema enthusiast in 
years to come, and even told her so. 

Do you like the way I look today? I dressed this way especially for Rudy 
because I know he can get to me better. You see, all I have to do now is 
lean forward and lift my dress up from the back, then he can get to my ass. 

You seem shocked? You shouldn't be. The first time he gave me an enema, the 
time that I'm going to tell you about, was absolutely awful. I guess now 
that I'm getting used to them, I can explain, more or less, the difference 
between why it was so terrible the first time and why I'm getting more and 
more used to it as time goes by. 

There's a difference in being forced to take one and agreeing to try so you 
can see if you actually like it. I think that's the major difference, but 
... There's no sense in my even going on like this. Let me just tell you 
about what happened the first time and the events leading up to it. Rudy and 
I had been fucking each other once a day, steadily, during the next few 
weeks. I mean, I just couldn't get enough of his ripe, hard cock. 

He had been right in some other ways, too. You see, he had told me, after 
out first fuck, that maybe now that I knew what he looked like naked, I 
wouldn't dream about it and I'd be able to concentrate in class. 

You know, that was the excuse I'd given him before he pulled his cock out 
for the first time and let me see it in the flesh. Well, I really thought 
that was going to make me improve in math, but I had another think coming to 
me. We were getting into geometry at the time, and I had barely been able to 
master algebra the year before. I liked math and everything, and I liked the 
concepts, but I just couldn't make things work right. I mean, no matter how 
much I tried, following formulas and all, I just never got the right answer. 

I felt even worse about it because of Rudy. I knew that he had gone out of 
his way to fix up my first test so that it would look like I did good. After 
all, could you imagine what he would feel like if he had to fail his prize 
student? 

I was in his office about a month later after the second test. We had just 
finished fucking, and I was sitting on his lap with my warm ass nestled over 
his spent dick, keeping him warm and safe. He reached over and played with 
my nipples gently, then started talking to me again. 

"You fucked up good on the second test, too," he said. 

"What? What do you mean? Oh, Rudy, I tried so hard to do good. I swear to 
you that I even studied for this one." 

His fingers moved down to my pussy and he began to finger me softly. I 
spread my legs and moaned as his finger made contact with my clit and then 
began to massage my little love button. I could feel his cock rising against 
my ass. 

"I'd like to believe that you studied," he said to me. "But how can I 
believe you when I see the kinds of marks you're getting?" 

"I'll make a wager with you," I said to him. "I'll make a wager just to 
prove that I'm trying but I just can't do it. Don't you believe that it's 
possible for someone to not be able to do something like math?" 

"No," he said. "I could never understand it. It's so simple, everything. All 
you have to do is follow certain formulas, and all you have to do is 
memorize the first few formulas and everything else is derived from that." 

"Well then, here's my proposal. After fucking, instead of just sitting 
around waiting for you to get hard again, we can start with math tutoring." 

"What?" 

"You heard me. I want you to tutor me in your office. Just repeat the 
lessons, or the parts I don't understand. Then we'll see how good I do on 
the test." 

"What are the stakes?" he asked, and I could feel his hard cock head now 
nestled between my soft buttocks. God, does he have a nice cock! 

"I don't know," I said. "We'll just decide when we get to it. I'll show you 
how much I know, but if I still fuck-up. on the test that means I'm not good 
at it." 

"So if you fuck-up," he said, "you win. But if you do good, I win. Now, you 
have to promise me that you'll try to do your best. You can't fuck-up 
purposely just to win." 

"I won't do that," I said to him. 

So the bet was on. I swear, it was hard to concentrate on learning math 
right after a hearty fuck, and even harder when the guy teaching you 
everything was sitting there absolutely naked. He would yell at me sometimes 
when I looked at his cock getting hard again, rather than the math paper we 
were working on. ' 

Let me tell you, I studied like a bitch for that test, and having had 
everything reinforced from Rudy's extra tutoring also helped. 

When I say it helped, I meant that I did good on the test. But you have to 
believe me, Doctor. I had tried just as hard on the other tests. I'd studied 
just as much, but I guess all the extra tutoring did help. 

When I got to Rudy's office the afternoon after we'd taken the test, he was 
sitting behind his desk and he was smiling. 

"All right," I said, "how did I do?" 

"You really want to know?" he asked, smiling. "You want to know if you won 
or if I won, right?" 

"Yes," I said, sitting on the desk, facing him. 

"Here," he said, handing me the paper. There was a large number written on 
the top. 100!! I couldn't believe it. "You got the highest mark in the 
class, Judy, and I didn't have to fix up the test this time. I just marked 
it as I saw it and that's the way I saw it." 

"Wow," I said. "I think that's great. I never thought I'd get a hundred." 

"You didn't, did you? That just tells me that you never studied for the 
others, so the bet stays. And now I'm going to take my reward." 

"What's that?" I asked him. 

"Just roll over on your stomach and pull your pants down. I have a nice, big 
surprise and it's just for you." 

This is where the rape begins, as far as I'm concerned. I mean, I did pull 
down my pants and expose my rosy ass for him because I thought he was going 
to fuck me from behind. 

In fact, I closed my eyes and spread my legs a little bit more because I was 
already wet with anticipation, expecting him to move right in. I felt one of 
his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart as far as one hand could manage, and 
then I felt a ripping pain in my ass as he thrust the enema hose inside. 

At first, I didn't know what the hell it was, but then I felt the fast rush 
of warm water traveling inside of me. I thought the whole thing was sick and 
disgusting and tried to pull away, but Rudy had placed his hand firmly on my 
back and he was pushing me down against the desk, preventing me from moving. 

"Stop it," I said. "Stop it or I'm going to scream out." 

"Don't you dare," .he said, and he slapped me on the buttock. "If you scream 
out I'll get fired, and you'll get into big trouble, too." 

"I don't want this. Cut it out." 

"You made a bet, baby, and you play by the rules. You lost and now I'm 
giving you just what I want to give you. A nice, warm enema." 

The water was rushing inside of my ass, and it felt so uncomfortable. It was 
such a strange feeling, especially since I was always used to the reverse. 
In some ways, it's so unnatural for you to feel water rushing in. Uch! 

I felt like I was filled like a balloon by the time he had squeezed the 
whole bag into me, and when he pulled the nozzle out of my ass, it was even 
worse. I had to concentrate so hard on keeping my ass-hole tight or else I 
would have let it leak out all over Mr. Ross' floor. Could you imagine what 
the janitor would think? 

"You just hold it in now baby," he said, stroking my buttocks gently so I 
got lost in the feelings a little. But when I did, I felt a trickle and 
concentrated on my ass-hole again. 

Then he pried my legs farther apart and started to massage my cunt. Rudy was 
smart. He knew that he had to move his hand around to my pussy from the 
front to get a better grip on my clit, and when he started to stroke it I 
thought that I was going to leak all over the place. 

He began to move his cock into my cunt from behind. You know what that was 
like? It's like having someone squeeze at the water balloon that you're 
holding when you haven't gotten a good enough knot at the top yet. I mean, 
his cock was stretching my cunt and stretching my inside skin so that the 
water began to trickle down my leg. 

I'm glad that I took a shit right before coming to see him because most of 
what came out was only liquid. 

He started to fuck me good and hard, and he kept telling me the way it felt. 
I wasn't at all turned on because of the trickle of water. It was grossing 
me out and I thought I was going to puke. 

"Yeah, Judy, you feel just like a fully-filled water bed, do you know that? 
Yeah, my cock feels so fucking great inside of your cunt when your ass is 
filled with water because it's all in your bladder and my cock can swim in 
it." 

Of course, that wasn't all true. I mean, it must have felt like his cock was 
floating in me more than usual. He didn't get any of my leaking ass wetness 
on his cock. The only thing that made his cock wet was the creamy juices of 
my cunt. I think he got some of my excrement on his pubic hairs because I 
did notice it there when we were finished. 

I can't even tell you how long the fuck took, Doctor, but each minute seemed 
like an agonizing hour. Each thrust in made me wince with pain and disgust 
because it would cause a little more water to drip out. 

I have to admit that my pussy was feeling good and my whole body was tingly 
because of the cock-stimulation I was getting from him, but how can it be 
good when you have to keep your mind on something else all the time? That's 
just the way it worked. I had to keep thinking about that water, not only 
because I knew it would all gush out if I didn't, but even more, because I 
could feel it constantly dripping down my leg. 

When Rudy's cock started to pulsate inside of my cunt, it was pulsating 
hard. I could feel it stretching me even more, and that was bad. Those few 
minutes of cock pulsations caused more water to leak out of me than any of 
the time before. 

When he did start coming, I could feel myself on the verge. But I really 
just prevented myself from having an orgasm because when I do, I just like 
to let every muscle in my body relax and I knew what a mess that would be. 

Rudy's come continued to fill me, and it wasn't until he had pulled out that 
I quickly pulled my pants up and then took a fast run down the hall to the 
bathroom. When I got back I could see him rolling up this large plastic 
cloth that had been on the floor. It was one of those things that painters 
use for painting. I hadn't even noticed that it was there at the time of the 
fuck, mainly because my mind was concentrating on other things at the time. 

"You're a fucking bastard," I said to him. "How the hell could you have done 
something like that to me? That's rape." 

"What? Come off it, Judy. We made a bargain and you lost. I just took what I 
wanted from you because I knew that I couldn't get you to do it any other 
way." 

"You could have asked me," I said to him, getting my books ready. 

I was planning to storm out of there, but then he stopped me. 

"Would you have done it if I asked you?" he said to me. 

"No!" 

"That's why I didn't ask you. Judy, you're being totally unreasonable about 
the whole thing. You made the bet and..." 

But I was already out of his office, running down the hall. I came to see 
you the day after it happened and I was so upset about the whole thing. Do 
you remember what we talked about after the first interview, Doctor? 

I had told you that he raped me, and you said that even though it was 
technically a rape, I should consider myself fortunate in the sense that he 
was someone I knew, and other than the enema, there was no threat to my life 
like there has been with many of your other patients. That started me 
thinking. 

I went to see Rudy the day after I saw you, which was two days after the 
first rape. We sat down in his office and talked quite civilly. I told him 
that I had seen you and he thought it was a good idea. Then he asked me if I 
would take an enema again. 

"I do like you, Judy," he said to me. "I didn't want the enema to chase you 
away from me for good. I think that you're something special." 

You couldn't believe how I was melting when he said those words, and because 
he seemed so sincere, I let him give me one again. This time, however, I 
told him when I wanted him to stop the flow of water and he was decent 
enough to go along with what I wanted. When we did it together, the whole 
experience was so different. 

I mean, there was still that uncomfortableness behind it, but knowing that I 
could stop it anytime I wanted to was certainly reassuring, and we did have 
the plastic tarp cloth just in case I dripped a little. 

I don't mind them so much anymore, but one day I really want to reverse 
roles and give one to Rudy. I've managed to keep the water in when I'm 
coming, and I just wonder if he can do the same. I'm sure that I'll have to 
spring it on him, the way he did it to me, but I don't think it's going to 
be so hard. 

In the meanwhile, I guess I'm getting into the enema scene, and I just hope 
that when it comes time for Rudy and me to split (something that I know is 
going to happen eventually because I do plan on going away to college and 
I'm sure he's going to continue teaching at the school, so our lives will 
just drift apart) that I'll be able to find someone else who'll be willing 
to give me an enema if I need it. 

CONCLUSION 

As I've said earlier, I think that Judy's attitude toward enemas is 
extremely healthy. I am also glad that Judy is sensible enough to realize 
that she and her teacher are bound to part, eventually, for when she told me 
some of the things that Mr. Ross said to her in order to convince her to 
have another go with the enema, I thought that it was just a line to lead 
her on. 

Judy told me that she never really asked Mr. Ross why he loves enemas so 
much and I told her it might help her come to grips with it even more if she 
asked him. After all, how many young girls get to find out what drove a man 
to rape them? 

Of course, I must specify again that this was more or less a rape in Judy's 
mind, for she had been having intercourse with this man steadily for some 
time, but I do feel she is perfectly justified in calling the enema attack a 
rape. She didn't want it, but now that she's experienced it she's willing to 
explore more. 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Merrily F. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Merrily's case is surely one of the most unusual cases I have ever come 
across in all my years of practice, mainly because of the actual 
circumstances leading up to the rape and the results that followed. 

Merrily is a tall, thin girl with shoulder-length black hair. Her breasts 
are not large, but in proportion to her frame, she looks quite lovely. 

I went to see her in the hospital where she was recovering from the rape, 
which happened to have been her second. I'd tell you more about that, but I 
think I should rely on my patients to do the talking for themselves. 

I feel a little sleepy now, doctor. They gave me something because they're 
afraid I'll break out in hysterics as I start to tell you just what happened 
to me. I don't think that I will, however, because the first rape is one 
that I've gotten over now and it's going to take me a long time to tell you 
about it. I don't even know if I'll get to the second one, although I might. 

Anyway, it's the second one I haven't gotten over yet, mainly because it 
happened to me and the police didn't come to save me until it was over. 

I can see you shaking your head, and you're probably thinking that the 
police never arrive at the scene of a crime until it's over. Well, that 
might be true, but it's not supposed to happen when you're acting as a 
police decoy. 

That's right. You see, after the first rape, which was just an ordinary one, 
I agreed to be a decoy for them. But I'll get to that later. 

The first one happened in a park near my house, and the reason I was walking 
through it late at night was because I'd always remembered it being so safe. 
I used to go up there with a lot of kids from high school at night, and they 
would be there until all hours. I was at my friend Ginny's house and it was 
about eleven-thirty when I got ready to go home. 

"Want me and my father to walk you there?" Ginny asked. 

I started to laugh. I'm not such a fierce heroine or anything like that, and 
I didn't take it as an insult to be asked, but the neighborhood was still 
pretty good. 

"What for?" I asked. "All I have to do is cut through the park and that's 
all there is to it." 

"That's why," Ginny said. "I think you shouldn't cut through the park. I 
wouldn't walk through that park alone, this late." 

"Ginny," I said, getting indignant because I already had my coat on and I 
was standing near the door, "I'm going to run through it fast. It takes one 
minute, the whole trip. Nothing could possibly happen, believe me. And stop 
looking at me like that. What are you trying to do, scare me before I go?" 

She smiled. I knew she wasn't trying anything of the sort. She just wanted 
to make sure that I got home safely. 

So I left her house and entered Pond Park. I always thought that it was a 
stupid name for a park, but they had named it that because there was a pond 
right in the center of it. The pond used to be the big attraction that drew 
everyone there, but during the last two years it had dried up. 

I thought I heard some kids laughing as I walked through the park, and that 
just made me think that there were some cars parked in the parking lot a few 
feet away. I can honestly say that I felt better knowing there were some 
kids there, just in case anything should happen. I knew that I could yell 
and they would find me in a second. 

I wasn't prepared for what happened. As I was walking by this tree, I 
suddenly felt someone jumping down on top of me. My first instinct was to 
scream, but he had knocked all the air out of me. By the time I took a few 
gasps and tried to catch my breath so I could scream, this figure on top of 
me had stuffed a large cloth into my mouth so I couldn't. 

"Hey, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," the man said. 

I was so scared. I can't remember ever being more scared of anything else in 
my life. I started to think back to a conversation Ginny and I had once had 
about rape. 

"If it was ever going to happen to me," I said, "I'd just spread my legs and 
let him do it. I'd do that rather than run the risk of his killing me." 

"You're crazy," Ginny had said. "I'd fight him off, believe me. I don't want 
anyone raping me so long as I can fight." 

"It can't be that bad," I said. "It's just a fuck." 

Let me tell you doctor, it's easy to talk about these things, but when 
someone is actually getting ready to do it, that's quite another thing. 

As soon as he said he was going to fuck me, I started to panic. I forgot all 
about my leg-spreading theory because it was actually happening. When I 
first tried to kick my rapist away, he slapped me across the face hard. 

That was it, really. That knocked the breath out of me for good and after 
that he could do anything he wanted to do. 

He ripped my blouse open in the front and pushed my two tits together so 
that his tongue could lick them both at the same time. J could feel my 
nipples getting stiff as he flicked them back and forth, and then he 
suddenly bit down on one of them hard. I gasped in pain. 

Do you know what that did? It made his cock start to pulsate. I mean, I had 
felt his cock bulge rubbing against my leg as he had slid down my body a 
little so he could get his mouth to my tits. He started to bite one nipple 
and then the other, and it just made his cock pulse harder and harder. 

That scared me. That made me think this man was going to hurt me. I could 
actually feel the way he was deriving pleasure out of my pain and it scared 
the hell out of me. I could hardly breathe, too, since the gag was in my 
mouth. 

I can't even remember what the man looked like, for he was wearing a mask. 
He had light hair and it was curly, but I don't know if it was blonde or 
what? It was too dark for me to tell. I could feel his bristly beard 
stubbles scratching against my tits as he licked them, so I know he hadn't 
shaved in a few days. 

"I wanna lick your pussy, baby," he said. 

I felt him ripping at my skirt and I tried to kick him again. He hit me 
harder this time, and that was the last time I tried to fight back. 

For the rest of the rape, I followed my own advice, non-willingly. If I had 
followed my advice from the beginning, I would have saved myself the cuts 
and bruises. Instead, it took a few hard smacks across my face to calm me 
down and make me resign myself to the fact that it was going to happen. 

The bruises really started to show up an hour later, but by that time, it 
was over. 

Anyway, the light-haired man licked his way down my belly, and by the time 
he was between my legs my ripped panties were lying next to my skirt so my 
cunt was exposed for him. I guess he loves hairy cunts because I do have a 
thick patch of pussy hair. He started by rubbing his chin through the patch, 
then licking it with his tongue until I felt matted wet hair. He was licking 
the strands. 

But then he started to lick his way down to my cunt lips, and when he did I 
felt my whole body shiver. His tongue was having the desired effect because 
as he started to lick my clit, I started to get wet. 

It wasn't pleasure though, in the regular sense. There was too much fear 
inside of me for me to feel pleasure. This was just a physical response, I 
think. 

He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt hard, and I could tell that he 
was looking forward to licking my pussy juices because he was moaning, and 
huffing and puffing the whole time. But it was easy to feel how eager he was 
to bring me off. I could tell by the way he was eating me. 

When I started to come, my pussy muscles spasming hard and thick gobs of 
cunt cream building up on my walls, he licked some of it. He didn't lick it 
all, though, and I was glad about it. After tasting some he started to move 
his way back up my body, still forcing my legs to remain spread with the 
weight of his torso. 

As his groin moved to my naked cunt, I felt his hard meat. He had pulled his 
cock out of his pants, and as he moved himself up he started to thrust his 
cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe how wide he was, and the whole time he 
was fucking me I could only think of one thing. 

I thought that his cock must have been dirty and that I was going to get 
some kind of terrible disease from all this. 

You see, that rape didn't bother me too much. Well, at the time it did, but 
after it was over and I was checked in the hospital and they found out I 
didn't have any disease, I thought about it and everything was okay. 

He did fuck me rather hard, and each time his cock moved into my cunt I 
could feel his hot, sweaty balls hitting my ass cheeks. That was another 
thing. My ass was getting sweaty from the fuck and we were on the dirty 
ground. The dirt was turning into mud and I hated the feeling of it. 

The man pulled the gag from my mouth and then he started to kiss me hard on 
the lip, pressing his tongue deep into my mouth. His bristles scraped my 
face and I didn't like that idea. But there was nothing that I could do to 
stop it. 

There was another saving grace to the rape. He didn't come inside of me. I 
could feel his cock pulsating hard and I knew he was about to come. Then 
there was the sound of footsteps coming from the bushes and he quickly 
pulled out. His cock started to spurt his white come on my belly, but he was 
already standing up and getting ready to start running away. 

So there was only a trace of his come on my belly when Ginny and her father 
ran over to me and found me lying there on the ground. 

I heard Ginny start to cry and I heard her father telling her everything was 
going to be okay and that she should run to a phone and call the police. 

Then, her father tried to help me, taking off his coat so I could put 
something on, and helping me sit up. 

"You should have let us walk you home," he said. 

"Why? I didn't think that anything like this was going to happen, believe 
me. I didn't know that there was a rapist running lose around these parts." 

When the police came, they took me in for questioning. I have to tell you 
how humiliating the whole thing was. They treated me like I was a piece of 
shit, a piece of meat, just like the rapist did. I mean, it was almost as if 
they had an attitude that I'd just spread my legs for the man to fuck me 
because I was horny. Of all the fucking nerve those men had. 

There was one nice officer, however. His name was, and still is, Carl Smith. 
He had curly blonde hair and a beautiful face. He could see how angry I was 
getting because of my reddening face, and he told the other officers to 
leave me alone. 

"Now," he said, sitting down in front of me and looking at me with those 
deep blue eyes of his, "can you tell me anything about what the man looked 
like?" 

"No, nothing," I said. "After it started to happen, I closed my eyes. 
Besides, he was wearing a mask. I couldn't tell." 

"Did he come inside of you?" 

"No," I said, and I could see that Carl Smith was a little hesitant in 
asking that question. The next one was even harder, and unexpected by me. 

"Did he try to give you an enema?" he asked. 

"What? What? Are you crazy? What are you talking about? All he tried to do 
was fuck me, and he succeeded in it. What the hell are you talking about?" 

As you can see, that question bothered me a great deal, and he tried to calm 
me down with a reassuring hand on my shoulder. 

"Look," he said, "I only asked because it's routine." 

"You're telling me that it's routine for you to ask a victim if they had an 
enema? I really don't see any need for that." 

"You would if you knew about the enema rapist running around these parts." 

"What?" 

"Yes," he said, patting my shoulder still. "There have been a series of 
rapes around the area. Not necessarily in Pond Park, but still in the 
vicinity. The rapist always gives his victims and enema after he fucks 
them." 

"You're kidding me," I said. 

"No, I'm telling the truth, believe me. I'm just wondering if this man could 
have been the same man, and that's the only reason I asked you about the 
enema." 

"Well, I'm sorry that I can't help you there." 

Officer Smith looked over the report that I had told another officer on the 
way to the station, and he put his pencil in his mouth and looked rather 
pensive. 

"Aha," he said, "I thought so. Look, it says here that the man ran away, 
leaving you there, because you heard footsteps." 

"Yes," I said. "I already told someone about that." 

"Don't you see, then? That man could have very easily been the enema rapist 
but he didn't even have time to give you one. Do you think he could have 
been carrying an enema bag on him?" 

"I don't know. Look, all this questioning is getting ridiculous as far as 
I'm concerned. I want to go home and I want to go to sleep." 

"All right," the officer said to me. "We'll have someone take you home. But 
I hope you'll be available for questioning if we need you." 

"Of course," I said. "I'm not going to leave the country or anything like 
that." 

I laughed as I walked out, but Officer Smith didn't seem to think that it 
was so funny. I didn't care. I was just very glad to get home. 

I could tell that my parents were treating me so kindly, which was a switch 
for them. My mother was walking around with this "I can't believe it 
happened to my daughter" attitude, and my father just seemed a little more 
quiet than his usual boisterous self. 

I was glad about it because one of my fears before going home had been about 
what my parents were going to say. They were the kind of people who would 
tend to get frantic about something like this, which is why I didn't want 
them at the police station in the first place. 

The doctor who analyzed me in the hospital the next day said I was okay, and 
I did get to stay home from school. As far as I know, Ginny didn't tell any 
of my friends and I was glad about it. A rape is the kind of thing that 
tends to spread around a school and I didn't want everyone looking at me. 

While I was home that afternoon, I got a call from Officer Smith. 

"How are you feeling today?" he asked, and I recognized the voice and told 
him I was fine. Then he came out with it. "I was wondering if you'd be 
willing to do us a little favor. There's absolutely no danger involved." 

"Tell me what you want and I'll give you an answer." 

Then he started to explain how he wanted me to act as a decoy in order to 
try and trap the enema rapist, whom he strongly suspected was the same man 
who had raped me. He said that I would go out to the park, dressed as usual, 
but that there would be a few police keeping watch on me from a distance, 
waiting for the moment I was attacked. 

"I don't understand it," I said. "Don't you have officers who do something 
like that? I mean, you usually don't ask the public, do you?" 

"No," he said. "But I have reasons for asking you." 

"Let's hear them," I said. 

"First of all, I think that the man would try to attack you again since he 
obviously didn't finish what he had started the first time. If he saw you, 
the same girl, walking by again, he'd surely want to finish. Second, our 
force isn't large enough and we just don't have anyone else we can send." 

"And third?" 

"I'd just like to see you again," he said. 

I guess that was reason enough for me to say yes. Besides, when I thought 
about it more I decided that this might make me decide to become a 
policewoman, something that I had once thought about. Anyway, how often does 
a young girl get a chance to do something like this, right? I mean, I was 
actually going to be able to go out there and play decoy, and so long as I 
knew I was safe, I'd feel assured. 

My parents weren't as convinced, but that's never stopped me from anything 
before. 

"All right," I said to him. "Do we do it tonight?" 

"No," he said. "We wait a few days. He's certainly not going to strike two 
nights in a row in the same park. I think he'd expect police there. But if 
we wait a few days and he thinks that the park is clear, he'll try to 
strike." 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time I saw Merrily was when she came to my office. She seemed a 
little more relaxed, and it was certainly a good sign. She had been in the 
hospital for almost a week after the second rape, and even though she was 
now out, I still sensed that she was on some kind of medication which kept 
her sedated enough. 

She wore a pair of overalls and a colored T-shirt. I was amazed at how 
beautiful she looked in them because I usually think that overalls make a 
girl look fatter than usual, and too manly. Merrily had looks enough to 
overcome that. 

We waited one week exactly before we went out to try and bait the enema 
rapist. During the week, Carl called me almost every day. I knew that he 
liked me. I liked him a lot, too, but my parents wouldn't have dreamed of 
letting me go out with a policeman for fear that I might marry one. 

"We're only doing it for your sake," my mother said. "I'd hate to think of 
all the aggravation you'd go through when he went out to work at night and 
you sat home wondering if he'd come back dead or alive." 

That, I thought, was the dumbest reason of all that they gave me, but all 
their reasons were just as stupid. If there was something about Carl that 
they didn't like, then I wouldn't have minded it, but just to make 
statements about policemen in general the way that they did was sheer 
stupidity. 

Of course, they tried to stop me the night 

Carl came to pick me up. 

"Merrily, I don't want you doing this," my mother said, grabbing my arm. 

"Look," I said, "this is something that I feel I have to do. You have no 
right in the world to try and stop me, so leave me alone. This man raped me 
and I want to see that he's caught and then brought to justice." 

"Say something to her, Irving," my mother said to my father. 

But I was already out the door before my father could say anything to me. 
That's the way we've always been, me and dad. I hardly ever listen to what 
he has to tell me anymore because I really don't think that he has much to 
say. 

Carl was wearing his police uniform and he looked so dignified. He actually 
put his arm around my shoulder as we drove toward the park. I was a little 
surprised when he stopped about five blocks from the park and shut off the 
car. 

"Why are we so far away?" I asked him. "Isn't the idea that we go to the 
park?" 

"Of course. But we can't drive up in a police car, you should know that. 
You're going to have to walk it from here, and I'll be a few feet behind 
you." 

I was suddenly so scared. It was like the rape, in some ways. 

It's one thing to talk about how you're going to react during a rape, and 
it's quite another thing when it actually happens. It was one thing for me 
to tell myself I'd be courageous when I would out there as a decoy, and it 
was quite another to actually feel that courage running through my body. 

"You will be pretty close behind me, won't you?" I asked, trembling. 

"Of course, don't be scared." When he said that, he leaned over and kissed 
me on the lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, and I could feel a lot of 
strong, loving emotion behind it all. Then he came out and told me that he 
liked me a lot and he would make sure nothing happened to me. 

It was the kiss that reassured me and made me get out of the police car, 
defiantly, and start walking toward the park. 

He was right about some things. Knowing that he was close behind me was a 
great feeling. I also thought about the other policemen who were supposed to 
be dressed in plain clothes. Carl had told me they would be all over the 
park and so I knew that even if I was attacked, the man wouldn't be able to 
do anything. 

The most, I thought, that he would be able to do would be to get me on the 
ground. But I knew that Carl, or one of the other policemen, would be there 
as soon as they saw it happening and they'd save me. 

When I got to the park, apprehension hit once more. I hadn't been back there 
since the rape, and maybe I should have been. Not at night, mind you, but in 
the afternoon. It's like the thing they say about falling off a horse and 
then getting right back on again. I should have come back to the park the 
day after my rape, but the reason I hadn't was because I'd honestly never 
expected to feel funny about going there. 

I did. As I walked into the actual park grounds, I could feel my whole body 
shivering with fear. I kept hearing noises, too, and they scared me. It 
could have been my own footsteps or the sound of crushing leaves, but each 
sound in the dark night kept me at my wit's end. 

Carl had told me that I was supposed to keep walking back and forth until 
something happened, meaning an attack or his coming over to tell me that 
they were calling it off for the night. I began walking up and down, up and 
down, and soon I knew the park grounds better than ever, even in the dead of 
night. 

I was also getting quite bored. 

I had really agreed to do this whole thing because I thought it would be 
exciting, but after about an hour I was ready to call it quits. 

Just then, I felt a presence behind me, and all of a sudden, I could feel a 
hand covering my mouth. I was dragged down onto the ground and then pulled 
behind a thick clump of bushes. Well, I was all ready for the cops to come 
and grab the man right then and there, but nothing happened. 

I could hardly see the man, but he seemed like the same one as before. He 
still wore that mask and had the curly hair. 

"I missed you," he said, breathing heavily. "I missed fucking you and 
finishing what I wanted to do. You had such a wet pussy and I wanted to come 
inside of you." 

I was too scared to talk, but when I did open my mouth and looked like I was 
going to scream, he stuffed another gag in there. I wouldn't be surprised if 
it was the same gag he had used on me before. 

I can't even remember all the thoughts that were going on in my mind at the 
time the second rape was happening. I was mad at the cops for not coming in 
and saving me, and that was my most intense feeling. There was something 
working in my favor, however. I thought of the fact that I had already been 
checked once after being raped by this man, so the fear of getting some kind 
of disease from him was gone. 

But he started to rape me the same way he had done the first time, first 
kissing my tits and biting them hard, them licking his way down to my pussy 
as he started to strip off the rest of my clothes. I could feel myself 
getting wet as his long tongue flicked deep into my pussy. 

When he started to climb his way up my body, moving his hard cock between my 
legs, I was ready to die. 

Where the hell were the police, I wondered. Didn't Carl say that they would 
save me if anything like this were to happen? It had already gone on too 
long and I started to think that there were no other policemen around there 
at all. Where Carl was I still couldn't figure out because I at least 
expected him. 

The man shoved his cock into my cunt as hard as he could, and I could feel a 
searing rush of pain running through my entire body. I wasn't as wet as I 
had been the first time and I know it was because I was much more scared. 

You would think that a girl would get used to something like this, wouldn't 
you doctor? But I don't think that rape is anything I'll ever get used to. 

As he was thrusting into me I felt something near his leg. It felt something 
like a balloon, and that's when I started to remember the things that Carl 
had told me about there being an enema rapist. 

I started to scream with fear, but my sounds were muffled by the gag stuffed 
in my mouth. I knew he was going to give me an enema, and in some ways, I 
prepared myself for it before I even got it. 

When his cock started to pulse this time, I could feel him ready to shoot 
with a tremendous force. Then he pulled himself out of me. By the time he 
was rolling me over on my stomach, his hard cock resting on my ass, I knew 
that I was getting the enema. I felt him spreading my ass cheeks and then 
felt him inserting the nozzle. 

I didn't know what he was forcing into my ass at the time. I mean, I thought 
that it was just some kind of liquid. All I know is that after the first 
rush of water, I could feel this wooziness coming to my head. I thought that 
I was going to pass out orsomething. It was like getting drunk from the 
inside. 

I don't know how else to explain it. Maybe I can explain it in reference to 
pot, which I do smoke, doctor. When you smoke pot you get a certain kind of 
high. But once, a friend of mine made some brownies and they put some in. 
Well, when I ate those brownies the high was completely different. It was 
from the inside for sure. I mean, I could feel this tranquility all over my 
body. From the inside out, so to speak. 

That was what I felt like with the water rushing into me, or so I thought. I 
mean, when the cops finally did come and they examined the place later, they 
came to the conclusion that it wasn't water. It was wine. 

I was getting a wine enema, only I didn't know it at the time. I could sure 
enough feel it rushing inside of me, but I didn't know why I felt the way I 
did until after the whole thing was over. 

Anyway, the man kept rubbing my ass cheeks hard as more and more wine flowed 
in. I didn't think that the human body had the capacity to hold so much 
water, but I did know that the minute he pulled the hose out I was going to 
let it leak all over. I didn't really care what he said or did. 

He did threaten me as he was filling me, telling me that I'd better hold in 
all of the water or else he was going to kill me. But as soon as he pulled 
the hose out I started to let it leak. At that point, death would have been 
a relief. 

Do you know what he did then? He hadn't come yet, although I could sure fell 
his cock pulsing hard on my buttocks as he was filling me. After he filled 
my ass-hole with the wine, he started to press his cock against it, too. He 
was going to sodomize me with the enema inside of me. 

I have to say that at least I'm glad the wine was wet, otherwise he would 
have scraped my dry ass-hole with his cock. 

He did shove himself into my ass-hole and the water really started shooting 
out. I know that it had to be getting all over his cock and groin but he 
didn't seem to mind it at all. I could hear him grunting and groaning. 

He moved his mouth near my ear and started to whisper things. 

"Oh, there's nothing better than a wet ass, is there sweetie? I love fucking 
you when your ass is like this. I can feel my cock floating inside of you." 

I turned around to look at him, for this time, I decided, I was going to get 
a good look so I could tell the police. 

The police! While he was giving me the enema I had almost forgotten about 
Carl Smith's plan. When I thought about it I was ready to kill him. But 
then, the more I looked at the masked rapist, the more I began to see 
something in him. 

He was Carl Smith! 

When I first realized that the man raping me was the cop who was supposed to 
save me I wanted to die. I tried not to let him know that I recognized him 
for I thought he'd kill me for sure if he knew that I knew. 

He smiled and when he did, I was definitely positive that this was Carl 
Smith. 

Certain realities began to dawn on me. The first was that there were no 
other policemen around the park because if Carl Smith was the rapist, he 
certainly wouldn't want to get caught. I hadn't seen any of the 
plain-clothes police as I had been walking up and down the park street, even 
though I had been wondering where they were. 

Carl continued to drive his cock into my ass and I could feel him starting 
to pulsate hard again. I knew that he was going to come inside of me and 
that when he came, it was going to be hard. I grunted a little bit from the 
pain. 

All of a sudden, I could see a flashlight shining right on us, and it was 
that same second when Carl started to come in my ass-hole. I could hardly 
even feel his come shooting into me because my ass was so wet and sticky 
from the wine enema. When I first saw the light shining, in fact, I honestly 
thought that it was an illusion. 

But then there were a few other lights and I heard a voice yell. 

"Okay, freeze!" 

I guess I can't hate all policemen, for the two that happened to be walking 
by the park when it happened turned out to be really nice. I was a little 
embarrassed about lying there naked while they grabbed Carl and put 
handcuffs on him. 

I know that they were just as surprised when they pulled the mask off the 
rapist and saw that it was Carl. They both knew him and they both seemed 
shocked. 

An ambulance was called and I was taken to the hospital. I remember when you 
came to see me, doctor. I was really high that day because they had given me 
something. I was really upset about the rape, too. I still am. A little. 

I mean, Carl's in jail now and they're going to be bringing charges against 
him. I went down to see him the other day and that seemed to shock the shit 
out of the other policemen at the station. 

"It isn't often that a rape victim comes in to see the rapist," one told me. 

I could easily understand that but didn't say anything to them. Instead, I 
just went in to see Carl. He had his bristly stubbles again since he hadn't 
shaved, and he still looked quite handsome. He was even surprised to see me. 

"Why did you do it?" I asked him. I had to know for my own sanity. "What 
kind of pleasure do you get in giving someone an enema?" 

"If you had seen the way you were struggling underneath me," he said, 
smiling, "you would have felt the power that I felt when I gave you the 
enema. You're absolutely helpless with it, and that helplessness makes me 
feel really strong." 

"Do you need it?" I asked, and I could hardly believe how calm I was being 
myself. 

"I love it," he said, "and I guess if I love it, then I need it." 

When he told me that, I didn't really care about him too much. The thing is, 
I could understand someone doing it to another person, but only if the other 
person wants it. I can't see forcing it on someone, which is what the 
policeman did to me. As long as he needs it, I think he'll continue to 
strike out at people. 

I told him he was a closet case and then I left. 

CONCLUSION 

I am always happy to see a change in my patients over a passage of time and 
I think that Merrily is strong enough to get over what happened to her. It's 
easy to see how intelligent the girl is in coming to grips with what 
happened to her. The first thing that she did was go see the rapist, and she 
was lucky in having the opportunity to see him and talk to him through bars. 

I think this experience also gave Merrily a new insight into people, about 
trusting them, about being able to tell when someone is lying to her, and 
even an awareness of one person's relationship to another. 

The latter is most definitely apparent in her attitude about two willing 
people getting into an enema scene. But, she says, there's no reason to 
inflict something like that upon an unwilling victim. I couldn't have put it 
better myself. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Wendy R. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Wendy R. is a lovely-looking blonde-haired girl, who, on a whole, struck me 
as being rather immature for her age. It was very hard for her to start 
talking to me, and even when she did, she usually broke out in childish 
giggles that reminded me more of a ten-year-old than a girl almost out of 
her teens. 

There is no denying her completely feminine looks, however. Wendy has a 
terrific, shapely figure, and when she saw me, she was wearing her 
stewardess uniform and one knows how stewardess uniforms are cut to show off 
the girls' figures. 

The short skirt revealed two of the most shapely legs I've ever seen, and I 
couldn't help but concentrate on the way the skirt slinked up her thigh as 
she spoke. 

If they hadn't prepared me for certain things in stewardess schools, I think 
that I would be in an institution today, especially after what happened to 
me. 

(Doctors note: I feel that Wendy's opening statement accurately shows her 
lack of maturity in dealing with matters, especially when she started 
giggling for almost five minutes after she said it. I waited a long time for 
her to calm down.) 

I'm sorry for the outburst, doctor. I just think it would be fun in a loony 
bin. 

After all, I would be the most sane person there and I bet I could have 
myself a really good time. Of course, I have great times on the different 
flights that I work also. So many different things are going on, and I'm the 
kind of stewardess who still gets off when a man tries to pinch my ass. 

I'm here to tell you about my enema rape, however, but there are some things 
that I want to tell you about myself first. I think it would be better for 
you to understand where I'm at sexually so you'll understand why I reacted 
to the enema the way that I did and under the circumstances that were 
happening. 

I'm very free sexually. I've slept with one man at a time, two men at a 
time, one man and a woman, and so on. I could say that I've run the gamut of 
sexual experiences. I've been tied up and whipped, and I've even tied 
someone up and whipped them. Playing both roles, I guess. 

The truth of the matter is, I also had enemas before. 

I'll never forget the first time it happened. There was this man on board 
the plane when we were going to Italy, and he started to come onto me 
strong. He was Italian, which helped a lot since I've always had this thing 
for foreigners. I also had two days in Italy, after the flight, before 
returning back to the states, so I kind of led this man along, thinking that 
if he was a native, he would show me around. 

His name was Luigi, and believe me, did I get a bargain with him. Not only 
was he beautiful to look at, but he was also quite sexually active, 
something that I've always admired in men to no end. 

He had a small villa on the coast and he invited me there. 

Hey, doctor, wipe that look off your face. 

I can tell that you're looking at me like some cheap tramp who sleeps around 
with anyone who asks her. 

(Doctor's note: She was right.) 

Well, I'm not. It's a hard life when you're a stewardess. By that I mean 
it's hard to meet one person because most men want to get involved in a long 
relationship with a girl, and they don't want a girl who's going to be 
flying out of town every other weekend. So when I'm working a flight, I keep 
my eyes open for eligible men, realizing that there's very little chance of 
anything permanent coming from the relationship. 

But I like kicks, doctor, understand? 

Shit, I don't know why I'm explaining myself to you. It's just that those 
looks you're giving me are making me feel guilty and I didn't come here for 
that, so fuck you. You're getting paid to hear my case so you'd better not 
look at me like that anymore or I swear to God, I'll get up and walk the 
hell out of here. 

Okay! So I went with Luigi to his villa and he had a private chef who made 
us the most exquisite meal in the world. We had bottle after bottle of wine 
and by the time my Italian Romeo was leading me off to the bedroom, I was 
ready to spread my legs and take his loving cock in. 

He had other plans, however. When we got to his room, he started to undress. 
I looked at his naked body, all covered with black hairs, and I could feel 
my blonde-haired pussy getting wet with anticipation. I started to undress, 
too, and I could tell that Luigi loved my pink looks. 

I'm a natural blonde and my nipples are pink and thick. My pussy patch is 
thick, too, and the hairs are a lovely, light blonde color. I knew he was 
getting off on that. 

He took my hand and started to lead me to the bathroom. I couldn't believe 
how huge the bathroom was. There was a large sunken tub that you could sit 
on the side of and dangle your legs into. Almost like a swimming pool. 

I was the one who saw the enema bag there. It was this orange thing and I 
wasn't too sure of what it was. My inquisitive nature caused me to ask, and 
when Luigi told me I started to laugh. 

"But you can't be serious. People really don't take enemas, do they?" 

"Of course they do," he said. "Sometimes they can make people relax more 
than you'd ever believe. It's a soothing feeling." 

"Hah," I said. 

"Would you like one?" he asked. "I can make it extra-special for you, too." 

"How?" 

Luigi got up (we had been sitting by the tub, waiting for it to fill up. I 
watched his taut buttocks flex as he walked out of the bathroom and then he 
walked back in with a bottle of liquor. I didn't know what he had it for, 
but when he took the enema bag and started to fill it with the liquor, I 
laughed. 

"What is that supposed to do?" I asked him. 

"That is going to make you feel so relaxed that you'll never know a better 
feeling for the rest of your life. I can guarantee you that." 

I lay back on the carpeted bathroom floor, my legs still hanging over the 
edge of the tub, and Luigi lifted my ass up off the carpet and started to 
pry my buttocks apart. He had put a thick wad of vaseline on the enema 
nozzle and when he slid it into my ass-hole, he did it so gently that I 
hardly felt it. 

Then the rush of liquor began. 

I think there were some other things that made it pleasant, too. First of 
all, I was a little bit high to begin with. Then, with the liquor inside of 
my ass-hole, I could feel the most sensational rush of high. 

Then of course, there was Luigi. Not only was I getting off on looking at 
that macho hairy body of his with that thick cock that was ready for action 
the minute he dropped his pants, but he was also stroking me softly and that 
was making me relax. My two nipples were sticking out like two hard darts 
under his soft touch and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the 
second. 

Luigi didn't fill me up all the way, either, and I know that had a lot to do 
with certain things. When I thought that I was full, I told him so and he 
pulled the hose right out of my ass. 

"Let us play a game now," he said to me. 

"What kind of game?" I asked him. 

"I am going to lick your wonderful pussy and I'm going to see if I can make 
you come. Do you think that I can make you come?" 

"I know you can," I said, smiling and reaching for his cock. "In fact, I've 
been in a mild state of orgasm since I've seen your cock" 

"That's good," he said, laughing a little bit. "But the idea is for you to 
try and hold the enema in while you're having an orgasm. It is a most 
difficult test but let us see if you can do it." 

He spread my legs and then hopped into the warm water of the sunken tub so 
his mouth would be level with my cunt. When he lifted my ass up off the 
carpet so he could slide his hands under and hold my buttocks, I thought 
that I was going to come right then and there. His hands were so soft. 

But then I could feel the enema inside of me and clenched my ass muscles 
tight to hold back the rush of water. 

Luigi moved his mouth to my pink cunt lips and started to lick them 
tenderly. I thought that I was going to explode. I could feel his tongue 
probing me, getting my lips real wet first so that he could slide right in, 
then sliding in over my clit and wiggling it back and forth so that my wet 
pussy got wetter. 

I closed my eyes and started to see colors. I know that a lot of it had to 
do with the high that I got from the enema, but even more of it had to do 
with the pussy stimulation I was getting from him. His tongue was really 
probing me deep and I could feel my whole cunt starting to spasm around it. 

He was moaning loud as he started to lick my cunt cream out of me, but you 
know something, I was still holding it in. He was even prying my buttocks 
apart wide and making it harder since he was also spreading my ass-hole a 
little, but I didn't let one drop of that enema leak. When he was finished 
licking my cunt dry, he moved his finger into my ass-hole and that was the 
only time I did leak. 

"You are fabulous," he said. "You managed to hold it all in." 

"I did, didn't I?" I asked. "The only thing is, you'd better let me empty it 
soon or else I'm going to do it in the tub." 

He let me get up and I ran to the toilet. It took a long time to shit 
everything out of me. I didn't know I could hold so much. 

I hopped into the tub with him and he moved right between my legs and guided 
his cock into me. It was such a trip to fuck in his sunken tub because I not 
only had the soothing warmth of a cock inside of me, but I could also feel 
the warmth of the tub around me. When I started to come, this time from the 
fuck, I was, as they say, coming in all directions. 

Later, Luigi asked me to give him an enema and when I did, he got an 
immediate erection. I started to suck him off to see if he could hold in the 
water during orgasm and I laughed when I saw him leak. 

"You have better willpower than me, what can I tell you, my dear?" he asked. 

"Yes, but you have a beautiful cock, body and house," I said to him. 

Anyway, that was my first experience with enemas. I thought you should know 
that because it would seem foolish for you to think that I was a virgin to 
enemas when the man broke into my house, my bathroom, and then my shower 
where I was cleaning myself. He gave me an enema in the shower and the 
circumstances were completely different. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Wendy came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a 
simple blouse. She looked much younger than she had the first time, and I 
could only attribute the older look to her stewardess uniform. 

There was a long interim between the first and second interview (there is 
usually a week's passage between the interviews) because she had to go to 
Rome, where, she told me, she met Luigi again. 

She said that seeing him again brought back pleasurable enema experiences 
and helped her cope with her shower rape. 

I guess if I had put out to the man, he never would have broke into my 
apartment and raped me in the first place. But if I had wanted to put out to 
him, I would have. 

His name, so he told me, was John. He never gave me a last name and the 
reason I trusted him enough to let him into my apartment was because I 
thought that if anything happened, I could always get his name from the 
airline. He was one of the passengers on the flight from London to New York 
and he was kind of handsome. 

He had short blonde hair and a very round and smooth face. He seemed so 
quiet when I went around asking if anyone wanted coffee, tea or milk. 

But then, as we were descending into the city, he started to come on to me. 
He told me that he lived in Virginia, had been to London on vacation and was 
stopping in New York for a few days to see what it was like. 

I don't remember if he invited himself over or what, but somehow the two of 
us ended up back in my apartment in Manhattan. He said that he would just 
stay for a drink and really, that was about all I wanted. I guess I might 
have fucked him under different circumstances, but I was just too tired. 

I think it was about one in the morning when I told John that I thought he 
should leave. As soon as I said that, he started to come on really 
aggressive, trying to kiss me and put his arms all over me. 

"Look," I said, "I do like you and I'd even consider going to sleep with 
you. But not tonight, okay? Why don't you call tomorrow?" 

He seemed to think that was okay. I mean, he still wasn't willing to leave, 
but by the time I actually had to push him out the door, we were both 
laughing about it. I think that he thought he would get me, until the actual 
moment when I slammed the door closed. I made sure to lock it and then I 
cleaned up the apartment a little bit. 

When I got to my bedroom I decided that I would shower before I went to 
sleep, mainly because I was just so sweaty and dirty from the long day. I 
stripped off my clothes and noticed that my belly was getting just the 
tiniest bit of flab. I decided that I was going to have to diet again. 

I walked into the shower and got it started, then walked back out and downed 
another glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bathroom, it was all 
steamy, just the way I like it. I stepped under the shower head and started 
to wash my hair. 

I don't know how long it was before I sensed someone else in the room. I 
know that T had already soaped up my tits and cunt once for my first 
cleaning. (I'm used to washing my body three times over when I shower.) 

Suddenly, the door slid open and there was John, naked and sprouting this 
huge ten-inch erection that was pointing right at me. His body was hairless 
except for the thick blonde patch between his legs. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. 

He stepped into the shower and then I noticed the rubber strip that he had 
in his hand. He grabbed my wrists and then pulled them up to the showerhead. 
He had the rubber strip wrapped around my hands in a few seconds, and it was 
so tight that there was no way I could pull free. 

Then I felt his hands moving all over my body. 

He slapped my ass so hard that the stinging continued throughout the rest of 
the rape. It suddenly dawned on me, after the slap, that I didn't know this 
man at all. I had only met him that night and now he had me tied to the 
shower head. He could have been some psycho just released from an 
institution. 

He had been carrying a suitcase with him all the way to my apartment, and 
even when he left, and I guess that's where he had the enema bag hidden all 
the time. I know that I don't own one. But he suddenly slid the shower door 
open again and stepped out for a second, his naked body dripping with water. 

I thought that he was going to leave me tied up, but then I heard him 
turning on the water in the sink. I could see a hazy silhouette through the 
shower door and knew that he was filling up something. 

I didn't know that it was an enema bag until he stepped into the shower 
again. When I saw it I wanted to scream. It's okay to have an enema when you 
want one, like I said, but it's quite another thing to have someone force it 
on you. 

He shoved the nozzle into my ass-hole, even though I was twisting and 
turning the whole time, and then I could feel a cold rush of water flowing 
inside of me. That was another thing. The idiot had used ice cold water and 
my whole ass felt puckered. It was so chilling and agonizing. 

"You've got nice tits," he said, and moved one of his hands to my vulnerable 
tit and started to pinch my nipple. I swear, he was crazy, because I could 
hear him breathing so heavy as he did it, almost like a maniac. He pinched 
my stiff pink nipple hard and then started to twist it. 

"God, you're killing me," I screamed. "The least you could do is be gentle." 

When I said that he bit my neck, hard. I still have a black and blue mark 
from it and I'm beginning to think that it's going to be a permanent part of 
me. By the time he was finished digging his teeth into my neck, the enema 
bag had filled me completely. 

He pulled out the nozzle and then slipped between my legs so he was facing 
me. I could actually see a crazed look in his eyes as he moved his thick 
cock to my pussy patch and started to rub it there. 

He lifted my legs up and spread them as he guided his cock into my cunt, 
then moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard. 

He was pumping into me so hard that I couldn't help but let the water leak. 
He wasn't even trying to be gentle. 

"You thought you weren't going to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" he asked, 
pressing his chest against mine so that my nipples were pushed in. "Well, I 
knew better, baby. You don't lead someone on, inviting them to your 
apartment only to kick them out in the middle of the night. That isn't fair 
play." 

As he spoke he continued to thrust. I could still feel the warm shower spray 
hitting us, and he acted as some kind of barrier which prevented the spray 
from hitting me in the face the way it had been at first. 

When his cock started to pulsate in my cunt I kept moving. I wanted him to 
come as fast as possible because I wanted him out of there. 

About the enema? Oh, well since I was in the shower I had started to shit it 
all out as soon as he pulled the nozzle from my ass-hole, and by the time 
the fuck was over I was completely drained of it. 

After his cock had gone limp, he just pulled out and then stepped out of the 
shower, enema bag and all. I tried in vain to pull my hands free. I swear, I 
thought that I was going to be in that shower all night. 

But then, he slid the doors open the other way and I saw that he was already 
dressed. 

"I just forgot my rubber band," he said. 

I watched him start to untie the rubber strap that he had bound my wrists 
with, and as soon as he pulled it free, he turned and ran. I started to run 
after him but then I realized that there was no way I'd be able to stop him. 

I thought of calling the airline and getting his name so I could report him. 

Of course he was traveling under a phony name, which just shows you how easy 
it is to get a phony passport nowadays. So there's nothing you can do, you 
see. I just hope that anyone else he rapes is strong enough to take it. 

CONCLUSION 

It's quite evident to me that Wendy's rape will have no effect on her life 
whatsoever, not only because she'd experienced them before, but even more, 
because it seems to me like nothing is going to have a long effect on her. 
She giggled through most of her interview as she recounted her story, which, 
to some, could have been tragic. 

Wendy's story is quite similar to another true-to-life account that's 
detailed in the smash hit motion picture "Waterpower" only the incident in 
the film is ten times as harrowing. I recommended the film to the young girl 
because I think she should see how terrifying a situation like that could 
be. Perhaps she'll no longer look at her experience as a joke, but something 
more. 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Linda C. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Linda C. is an attractive brunette who struck me as being incredibly 
sensitive. It's sometimes hard to deal with patients who are as sensitive as 
Linda, especially when she's experienced such a grueling attack. 

Linda has shoulder-length hair and a smile that lights up a room. Her face 
is beautiful and her cheekbones are high and delicately structured. It was 
very easy to see how her beauty could make her a victim, but hard to 
understand why anyone would want to hurt such a vision of loveliness. 

When she came to see me she was wearing a turtle-neck sweater which showed 
off her rounded breasts, and also covered some of the neck-wounds she said 
she received during her somewhat brutal attack. 

I swear, doctor, there's no place you can live in the world that's safe 
anymore. I've been going upstate to this summer home for the last eight 
years, and there was a time when you could leave your doors open all the 
time because nothing happened. There was a time when you could be out all 
night, alone, and you wouldn't have to worry about anyone attacking you or 
even bothering you. 

That's all changed now. I don't even know if I'm going to be able to go 
there anymore because the thought of it scares me. 

I might as well tell you all about that night. You're the only person I've 
ever told this to and I hope you won't tell anyone, especially my parents. 
They'd kill me if they knew that I was with Richard that night. Richard is 
this guy I used to see when I was upstate all the time but my parents never 
really liked him too much. 

The night that I was raped was also the night that I lost my virginity, 
which is something they must never know. They think that this man, whoever 
he was, is the one responsible for my broken maidenhood, but I know that it 
isn't true. 

I guess that Richard and I were leading up to fucking each other for the 
longest time. You see, I had been seeing him on the sly for almost two 
summers. The reason why I couldn't see him in front of my parents was 
because he's a different religion than I am and my folks are still into that 
trip. 

We had been leading up to fucking each other for the longest time. I'm 
sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I should have called it making love 
because I learned the difference between an animalistic fuck and making love 
that night. 

Richard and I were parked in his car and we were petting, the stage we had 
worked our way up to. I remember feeling a chill in my pussy when he touched 
my breasts because my nipples were so stiff already. I was stroking his cock 
through his pants. 

"Come on, Linda," he said, "I think we should go all the way." 

"Richard, why should we?" 

"This feels so good," he was saying. "I know that fucking is going to feel 
even better. Linda, I do love you and I want you to love me." 

He moved his lips to mine, and as he did, I could feel his hand moving down 
to his fly. He pulled his fly open and then reached for his cock. When his 
long shaft was sticking out of his pants, he pulled my hand over so that I 
would start to massage him. I had touched his bare cock a few times and it 
still gave me a chill. 

"Lick it a little first," he said, pushing my head down. 

That was something I had never done, but I saw no harm in it. I moved my 
head down to his cock and started to lick him. I could smell this really 
terrific odor emanating from his cock hairs and that was acting as something 
of a stimulant for me. The deeper the fragrance got, the more aggressive I 
got. 

We were sitting by our upstate lake, in the car, and the view was beautiful. 
Everything was so peaceful. As I sucked harder on his cock, I could feel him 
sliding his hand into my pants and panties, and finally touching my bare 
cunt. 

I felt a shiver of pleasure running through my body when his finger hit my 
clit. 

"Come on, Linda," he begged. "Look how hot your cunt is feeling. Why don't 
you just take the feeling all the way?" 

I smiled at him, lifting my head from his cock. I had to admit that his dick 
had quite a terrific taste to it and the thought of having it inside of me 
was thrilling. I mean, I had actually felt heat from his cock and the idea 
that I could feel the same kind of heat in my pussy thrilled me. 

"All right," I said to him. "All right, I'll do it." 

As soon as I said that Richard started to pull his hand away so that he 
could rip off his own clothes. He was naked less than five seconds after I 
had given my okay. I had never seen him totally naked before. 

His chest was so hairy and his whole body was drenched with sweat. I could 
easily understand it because my body was pretty sweaty, too. 

"Come on," he said to me. "I got undressed and now you have to, also." 

I opened my blouse slowly. Although he had felt my tits a hundred times, 
this was the first time I was going to let him actually see them. When he 
looked at my two round globes he gasped, then moved his mouth to one nipple 
and began to lick it. 

I slid out of my pants while he flicked my nipple back and forth, and then 
Richard moved his hand to my brown cunt patch and began to pick at the 
hairs. When he let his fingers drift over my pussy lips, I thought that I 
was going to die from pleasure. 

"Lay back," he said. 

I did as he said and then he moved his mouth to my cunt and started to lick 
me. When he flicked my clit back and forth I could feel my pussy walls 
spasming and getting wetter and wetter, slightly. He seemed to love the 
taste of it for he was trying to dig his tongue deeper and deeper into me. 

He only ate me for a few minutes. I could feel his cock brushing up against 
my leg once in a while and I knew that he was so horny. His cock was 
pulsating at times. 

I was the one who finally told him I was ready. His tongue was doing a nice 
job on my cunt, but I wanted to be filled with his cock. When I told him 
that he started to ascend my body, until his thick dick was right next to my 
pussy. Then he slid his way into me and came against my hymen. 

"Don't hurt me," I told him. "Please don't hurt me." 

"It might hurt the first time," he said, "but I'll try to be as gentle as I 
possibly can, okay?" 

He pulled his cock back just a little, and then he rammed himself into me. I 
could feel my hymen skin shattering open and there was a tremendous rush of 
pain and blood at the same time. Richard thrust his way in deep and I 
wrapped my legs around his ass and groaned. But he was pretty good at this 
kind of thing, I guess. 

I mean, he rested inside of me until I told him that the pain had subsided. 
I could feel his cock throbbing in my cunt for a long time after entry, and 
then after I told him I was okay, he started to move in and out of me. 

I could feel his long cock bone sliding over my clit and that made my whole 
body tingle with pleasure. I also loved it because he was kissing me on the 
lips the whole time and I know that kiss signified all the love that he had 
inside for me. He moved slowly, at first, and then I told him that I wanted 
it harder and harder, until he was ramming his cock in and out, slapping his 
balls against my ass. 

I felt my pussy beginning to spasm. My nipples, meanwhile, were pressing 
against his hairy chest and I was feeling a great deal of pleasure from 
them. I could feel my orgasm on the rise and he started to laugh when it 
happened. 

"I wanted you to come before I did," he said to me. "I wanted it so I'd be 
sure that you came. Now that you did, I know I can without worrying." 

I'm glad he was concerned about something like that. Most men, so I've 
heard, fuck a woman until they come, never quite concerned with whether or 
not the woman comes herself. But Richard made sure I came, and then he 
didn't care when his cock started to pulsate and he was on the verge of 
coming. 

When that happened and he exploded inside of me, I felt myself in the midst 
of a second, fully-satisfying orgasm, my whole body tingling along with it. 

I arched my ass up off the car seat and slapped my belly against Richard's 
crotch. I'm telling you that it was the best moment of the orgasm. I could 
feel his whole body covering mine on the outside, and his spurting cock had 
full control of me inside. It was like every part of me belonged to him. 

It was far-out, to say the least. 

When we were finished, he just lay on top of me with his limp, sticky dick 
resting on my belly. He kissed me all over my face with these small dainty 
kisses, and I can't remember ever feeling warmer in my life. 

"You see," he said, kissing my nose softly, "it wasn't that bad, was it?" 

"No," I had to admit. "I wonder why we're always told that it's so bad. 
Really, I think that it's just about the best thing I've ever experienced in 
my life." 

"I can tell that this is going to be a great summer," Richard said, and he 
moved his mouth down to my nipple and started to lick it. I could feel my 
hot brown dart being flicked back and forth by his eager tongue and all 
these pleasure waves were running through my body. 

We didn't fuck again that night. For when Richard's cock got hard again, I 
wanted to taste him. I had sucked him a little and had tasted some of his 
come. There had been a few drops, and they had just made me want more. So I 
moved my mouth down to his cock and started to suck him for all he was 
worth. He was moaning like crazy, spreading his legs wider and wider so I 
could get a hold of his two hot balls. 

In the meantime, he had moved around so that he was licking my cunt. Now 
that I was broken, I could feel his tongue pushing deeper and deeper into 
me, but he always made sure to give a little action to my tingling clit. 

When I came it was like a flood, and I even remember Richard having to lick 
some of the come off of the seat because I had really wet it good. I don't 
even know how long we were in the car. We had started fucking around late at 
night when it was really dark, and it was still just as dark. 

"Let me take you home now," he said to me. 

"No. You really don't have to do that. I think I'd rather walk. It's not too 
far and I have some thinking I'd like to do." 

"About you and me?" he asked, slipping into his clothes. I was doing the 
same thing. 

"What do you think? Of course it's about you and me." 

"What?" he asked. He looked deeply concerned. 

"It's nothing bad," I said. "Don't get upset. It's just that this kind of 
thing only happens to a girl once in her life. I mean, it can only happen 
once because you lose your virginity and you never get it back again. I just 
want to think. I have a feeling that thinking's the right thing to do." 

I could tell that he didn't understand anything that I was telling him, so I 
just leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, just so he'd know how I 
felt about him. I pressed my tongue deep into his mouth and it was the 
sweetest kiss ever.. 

As soon as it was over, I climbed out of his car and told him that I'd see 
him the next day. I didn't just say it to please him either, although I 
could see that hearing those words certainly put a smile on his face. I 
really planned to see him. 

I don't know if I could ever see him again after what happened. I think that 
I'd be so embarrassed to look him in the eye. I wouldn't want to see him 
pitying me either. Oh, I don't know. I just wish the enema rape never 
happened to begin with. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Linda's second visit was a rather long one because she became so emotional 
at points that she had to stop and rest for a few minutes before continuing. 
In my mind, it showed no improvement from the week before. In fact, I would 
say that she seemed to be regressing. 

I did not tell her anything at all about the way I felt, since I feel that 
it is better to boost up a patient's ego, rather than put it down. However, 
at the end of our second visit, I told Linda that I would like to see her a 
few more times because I feel she needs more help. 

When she came to see me she was wearing a pink blouse and that pink seemed 
to be the only rosy color in her otherwise pale looks. 

I'll never forget that night. I mean, I've relived some parts so many times. 
I can always relive the beginning because I had done that kind of thing so 
many times. By that I mean that I'd walked home along the lake many times 
before, thinking. 

The lake always seemed so tranquil and it always made me so peaceful. There 
are many small docks along the lake belonging to some of the different 
people who own houses up there. I know them all, and they know me. It's like 
a small town, and I know that the story of my rape must have spread around 
there like wildfire. 

I was pulling one of my different dock numbers. I used to do that all the 
time. All it really was, the dock number, was walking along the lake and 
stopping at each dock for a few minutes just to sit and stare out at the 
lake. You get different views and ideas from different angles, I think, and 
that's why I would move from dock to dock. 

You're looking at me like I'm crazy. My friends used to think that I was 
crazy when I told them what I did, but I did it for reasons. Let me give you 
an example. 

That night, the first dock that I came to belonged to the Hickey's. They're 
this family and most of them are drunk all the time but they're fun anyway. 
Their dock is made of red wooden planks. I just went there, sat down, and 
looked into the water. 

I started thinking about Richard and I wondered what he was thinking about 
me. Was he just going to forget about me now that he'd fucked me? I'd heard 
things like that from friends. These head trips that guys get on where they 
just want to fuck a girl. 

Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em! 

That's what some of my friends used to go around singing. 

So I was just sitting there wondering if that was going to be his attitude 
toward me now. I don't even know why I felt that way. He seemed so sincere. 
But I couldn't help thinking about it anyway. 

After a few minutes, I saw my thoughts drift away in the moonlight 
reflecting on the lake, and that's when I knew I had to get up and go to 
another dock. I think that the Bellows' dock was the next one down. 

On that one I started to wonder if Richard and I would ever get married. I 
know that it's such a childish thing to do, but my parents had been 
childhood friends, and who knows, lovers. I doubt that they were lovers, 
though. I'm sure my mother was pure on her wedding night. But I thought that 
there could be a possibility of Richard and I getting married one day, 
sometime in the future. 

I moved from one dock to the other, was so lost in my thoughts that I hardly 
even noticed that there were no people out and that most of the houses were 
dark already. 

I noticed that after I was attacked, when J was wondering if anyone was 
going to be around to save me. That's when I looked and saw that most of the 
people had already turned in for the night, which meant it was about three 
or four in the morning. 

I was sitting on the Kay's dock when it happened. Their dock is higher than 
most of them, and I was just dangling my legs off the side. I don't even 
remember what I was thinking about there. I had been there five minutes, 
perhaps, when suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. 

As I turned around to see who it was, I felt something over my head. It was 
like a sheet, or something. I could feel it covering my face and I thought 
that someone was going to kill me by trying to smother me. The actual facial 
attack only lasted for a few seconds. I mean, my thoughts about his 
smothering me left fast because I felt something being wrapped around my 
neck. It felt like a thick cord. 

And it was tied quickly, but not too tight. It was just tied so that the 
sheet would stay around my face. 

"Had fun fucking tonight?" this deep voice asked. "I was watching you and 
that brown haired kid going at it. You got nice tits." 

When he said that he reached out and grabbed ray tit, squeezing it hard 
through my blouse. I was sitting up at the time and I tried to pull away 
from him. He held on tight, and then I felt him pushing from the back. 

He was pushing me off the dock! 

It was only a threat, however, for he did it until I stopped fighting back, 
which happened immediately. 

"If you try anything once more," he warned, "I'll just push you in and we'll 
see if you can swim or not." 

I knew that I would probably drown if he pushed me in, and that was one of 
the reasons I didn't offer too much resistance. I was crying underneath the 
sheet, however, and he made some snide remarks about that as he ripped my 
clothes off. 

I felt his tongue moving to my tit and he started to bite on my nipple, 
hard. I squirmed around a little but I didn't put up too much resistance. 
There was no reason to. I didn't want to die in the lake. 

As he sucked my nipple, so hard that I thought he'd suck it off, he moved 
his fingers down between my legs and he started to claw at my pussy. When I 
say claw, I mean it in the strictest animal sense. I could feel his fingers 
scratching at my pussy walls and his nails were so long that he was tearing 
my cunt skin. 

"Come on, get wet like you must have done for that boyfriend of yours," he 
said. 

I couldn't get wet. I don't know what he expected me to do, but he was 
working on me so hard and I was so scared, that sexual pleasure was 
definitely the last thing on my mind. And I don't care what anyone says, you 
just can't get turned on by the mere physical touch of someone if you're too 
scared or if you're being forced. 

I'm sorry for that outburst, doctor. It's just that the police didn't want 
to believe that I was raped at first. They kept asking me if I came, like 
they knew I had to. I wanted to scratch their eyes out. 

When I didn't get wet, after a few grueling minutes of pussy scratching, he 
must have pulled out the enema bag. I didn't know that it was an enema bag 
obviously, because I couldn't see. But he said something to me, and then I 
heard a noise. 

"Now I'm gonna make you wet if you don't wanna get wet for me, because I'm 
going to fuck you baby. I want to fuck your hot cunt." 

I hated the way he was talking. But then, I heard this gurgling sound. It 
was the kind of sound you hear when you put an empty bottle into a sink full 
of water and you hear the bubbling sound of the air escaping and water 
filling it up. I know now that he was submerging the enema bag in the lake, 
filling it with the lake water. I didn't know it then. I didn't know what 
the hell was happening then. 

When the gurgling sound stopped he pushed me flat on my back and then pulled 
my legs up in the air, spreading them with a great force. I thought he was 
going to split me right open. 

Then I felt the nozzle being inserted inside of me. However, he didn't 
insert it in my ass-hole first. He shoved it into my cunt and I could feel 
the icy cold lake water freezing my insides. He filled my cunt a little, 
then pulled it out and started to fill my ass-hole. Each time he thrust it 
in, either in my ass-hole or cunt, it was with such a tremendous force that 
I could feel it ripping inside. 

I was also flooding, literally, with water. He filled me to the point where 
the water was just leaking out of me. Every so often he would slap my ass 
hard and I would wince in pain. Oh God, it was awful, awful! 

The cold water in my cunt was not lubricating me at all. In fact, I could 
feel my cunt lips puckering up closed as if they didn't want the water in. 

All he cared about, however, was the fact that I was wet, whether it was 
just a water wetness or a lubricating creamy wetness. For the minute he 
stopped filling me up, he laid me down flat, keeping my legs spread, and 
then he shoved his cock into my cunt with one long thrust. 

He was so thick that I could feel a painful stretching inside of me. 

He started to thrust in and out, and every movement was nothing but pain for 
me. He didn't seem to mind, however. 

"God, you're the tightest cunt I've ever fucked," he was moaning. "There's 
nothing better than a tight cunt. You fuck a stretched one and all you feel 
is air around your dick. But with you, bitch, I can feel real cunt." 

I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else. But the pain was 
searing through my mind, overcoming every other thought I could possibly 
have. It was unbelievable. 

When he started to pulsate hard inside of me, he just kept going. I could 
feel his cock stretching me more as he pulsed wide, and then he was shooting 
his come deep inside of me. He continued to thrust as he shot, and the only 
thing good about his come was the creamy texture which lined and soothed my 
aching cunt walls a little. 

The enema? I hardly even thought about the enema because I was leaking in my 
cunt and ass-hole. I mean, I felt the water leaking out of me at first, but 
then the pain was just overcoming everything else. I was completely drained 
by the time the man was finished fucking me, lying in my own shit and waste. 

As he pulled out I felt him pulling away. Then I could hear the sound of 
retreating footsteps and I knew that he was just running away. I sat there 
with the sheet over my head for almost ten minutes, too weak and stunned to 
move. The sheet was soaked from my tears, and almost transparent because of 
it. That's when I looked up and saw that most of the lights were off. 

There were a few houses still lit up. I pulled at the rope around my neck 
and almost strangled myself getting it off. But when I did, I just picked up 
the sheet which had been folded over a few times, and wrapped it around my 
body. 

I staggered to the closest house and when I got there I just kept knocking 
on the door until Mrs. Bailey opened it up. She saw me and seemed completely 
shocked, but she did manage to bring me inside and lay me down on the couch. 
Then she called my parents and the local police. 

Do you know what my mother did? She tried to accuse Richard of doing that to 
me, but I told her he would never do it. I can't help them with any 
descriptions because I didn't see anything. 

Anyway, I know that Richard didn't do it. He wrote to me and he's been 
trying to come to see me, but I've told my parents that I'm not ready right 
now. I hope I will be one day, because I think I still love him. But right 
now I have this thing that I must get over and I don't know how I'm going to 
do it. 

CONCLUSION 

I am going to continue seeing Linda, but in the meantime, I had a few 
recommendations for her. First of all, I told her that she should start to 
see Richard. From the way she spoke about him in the first interview, I can 
see that he was very good for her, and if he is sincere in his feelings, he 
can help her come to grips with many things. 

Second, I told her to face the fact that it happened! That is the most 
important thing a patient can do on the road to recovery. 

Last, I had to recommend that she see the film 'Waterpower' because it might 
help her understand what goes on in the mind of a man who has to attack his 
victims in such a way. I think it would be good for her to see the way other 
victims react, too, and since the smash hit film is based on true facts, I'm 
sure it would be helpful. 

CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Roni F. AGE: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Roni is a rather petite-looking girl with long, straight black hair and a 
face that seems so innocent. She is, however, far from innocent, and her 
clothes seem to give that all away. When Roni came to see me she was wearing 
torn, ratty jeans, a colored T-shirt and a black leather vest with the words 
'Biker's Chick' on the back. 

She was, in total, a rather unsavory character, but her experience was quite 
unique and most worthy of attention. 

No sense hiding the fact, doc, I'm a biker's chick. I hang out down with 
some of the biker's in the Village. I love the way the wind blows through my 
hair when holding onto the muscular frame of one of those dudes as we're 
sailing down the street on his revved up cycle. It's like a fucking orgasm 
in itself. 

Usually, it is, because I have my cunt rubbing against the guy's ass, and 
chances are, since I do have my hands around the guy's belly, it's usually a 
little lower down, right between the legs. Some of those guys have 
monstrously large cocks, but that's the way I've grown used to liking them. 
So as you see some of us riding down the street some day, take a look and 
see where the hands are. 

I'll never forget the first time I rode down the street and jerked off Mike 
at the same time. Mike was the gang leader of one of the groups, and he had 
picked me up when I was just walking down the street. We started to drive 
out of the city, toward the country, and as I kept my arms around that thick 
dude's waist, I could feel his cock starting to rise in his pants. 

I pressed my cunt closer to his ass and felt myself getting wet. By the time 
it was all over, I had soaked right through my jeans. 

I moved my hand to Mike's cock and started to massage him through his 
leather pants. The whole thing was so fantastic because the revved up 
feeling of the bike was adding a great deal to our sexual petting. 

"Pull it out, baby," he said to me. "We're alone now." 

I opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I started to jerk his 
shaft up and down and there were times when he started to swerve off the 
road. When he did that I would pinch his dick hard and thrust my cunt 
against his ass again. I 

"Hey, shitface," I would say to him, "I want you to feel good, but I don't 
wanna die right now, understand?" 

He would get his balance again and once we were off and running once more, 
smoothly and straight, I'd start to jerk him off once again. Sometimes, when 
he got too much into it, he would start to thrust his ass up and down off 
the seat and I wouldn't like that because those thick buttocks of his would 
leave my wet pussy. 

I swear, I've had the best orgasms by rubbing my cunt against someone's 
leather pants. I'd usually have two or three real wet ones before I'd let 
the biker start to come, and by that time cocks would spurt like crazy. 

The first time Mike came, I had my fingers over his cock head while my other 
hand was jerking his shaft. I could feel him pumping and pumping, and I 
really had no sense of how much come he had shot off until he was finished 
and I looked over his shoulder and saw these four thick pools of cock cream 
all over his cock, pubic hairs, my hands and his lap. I swear I would have 
loved to have seen it coming out. 

I don't know what you must think of me. I realize that you're getting the 
impression that I do those kinds of things quite often, and you happen to be 
quite right. Sometimes I even forget who Fra jerking off because I usually 
just see their backs. 

I know them all, don't get me wrong, but when I'm on that bike and I have a 
cock in my hand and my cunt's pressing against a leathered ass, there's 
nothing better in the world. I can just close my eyes and feel my orgasm 
rise as the wind blows through my hair and the motorcycle tickles my ass 
because of its feeling. 

One of the reasons I was so popular among the Biker's Club was because of my 
great hand techniques, and if you want to know the truth, I'm proud of it. 
There's nothing not to be proud of. Bringing people sexual pleasure is a joy 
to me. 

Well, I was with the bikers for about three weeks, living with some of them 
too in the large village apartment they have, before I even started to 
notice that some of the other chicks were jealous of me. There was this one 
blonde chick named Nancy and she walked over to me to talk, about my third 
week there. 

"Look, Roni," she said, fingering my shoulder with that long pointer of 
hers, "me and the other girls don't mind that you're here too much, only we 
don't want you monopolizing the time with the guys. Fair is fair." 

I think it was her pointing finger that pissed me off more than anything. 

For even though her voice sounded pretty sweet, her finger was poking my 
shoulder hard. I pushed it away and started doing the same thing to her. 

"Look, Nancy," I said, mimicking her opening, "I don't give a flying fuck 
what you and the other chicks think. Those guys over there are all I care 
about and as long as they care about me, you'd better lay off." 

"Who knows how long they're going to care about you for?" she said, licking 
her red lips with her long tongue and fluttering her eyeshadowed eyelids. 

"Fuck off," I said to her. 

"You can't expect the novelty of a riding hand-job not to wear off, sweetie, 
and when it does, you just watch your step." 

I have to admit that I was a little scared, but there was no sense in 
letting her know that. I made sure to sleep with Mike that night, and I 
could feel that Nancy seemed a little pissed about it. 

As we lay in bed together I reached down and started to stroke his 
stiffening cock. I ran my fingers through his thick black pubic patch, moved 
them under so I could feel his hot nuts and ass-hole. At the same time, he 
was fingering my black-haired pussy and licking my nipples. I was getting 
lost in the feeling but I knew that I was going to have to have a talk with 
him. 

"Mike," I whispered, squeezing his dick the way I knew he liked it, "are you 
ever going to get tired of me?" 

He just mumbled something that I couldn't' make out because his mouth was 
sucking on my stiff brown nipple. I pulled his head away. 

"I asked you a question," I said, looking his straight in the eye. 

He slapped me across the face hard, then shoved his finger into my cunt. 

"Look, bitch, no one talks to me like that. You're happy now, and that's all 
that counts with me, you understand? I don't talk about the future." 

I could feel his fingers flicking my clit back and forth and I tried to 
stifle my pleasure moans a little bit because I didn't want the other ten 
people who were sleeping in the room to hear, particularly Nancy. 

But Mike always had that incredible touch with me and as soon as my cunt 
started to spasm hard, he pulled his fingers out of me and slipped his 
loving dick in its place. I felt his hairy chest pressing against my body as 
we rolled over, with him on top, of course, and then the fuck was on. 

I wrapped my legs around his ass and tried to control his thrusting motion, 
but he really knew what he wanted to do and sometimes his withdrawing 
buttocks were just too strong for my legs and even though I would have 
wanted to keep him in deeper for longer periods of time than he stayed in, 
he could always pull back when he wanted to. 

When he kissed me it was like he controlled me and I was pretty content as 
my sweaty body reached what I'd call my highest orgasmic peak. When that 
happens I'm like jelly under anyone's touch, so fucking vulnerable. 

Mike started to flood me with his come and soon I was seeing colors. When he 
was finished he pulled off of me, turned his back and went to sleep. I 
snuggled up next to him, rubbing my cunt against his naked ass. He was so 
warm, and I soon fell asleep. 

I could tell that the other girls were getting jealous of me, too, but I 
didn't give a shit. After all, they meant nothing to me, and I had reasoned 
something out in my mind which gave me the strength to tell them off when I 
had to. 

If, as Nancy had told me, most of them got bored of their chicks after a 
time, then most of those girls would be leaving before I did because they 
had been with the guys for a longer period of time. 

I was still new flesh, so to speak, and as far as I was concerned, my 
jerk-off motorcycle novelty wouldn't wear off before their cunts did. I was 
sure that my position with those dudes was going to remain solid for a long 
time to come. 

One day, however, there was an actual physical fight between me and Nancy. 
She was the one who started it, although I was the one who got the blame 
because all the other girls sided with her. 

The blonde-bitch walked up to me one day and just started pushing me. 

"You're a real cunt," she was saying. "I wonder when Mike's going to get 
tired of your hands on his cock. They're so ugly to me. I wonder how he even 
gets it up knowing those bony hands are going to touch him." 

"It's probably easier for him to get it up for my hands than it is for him 
to get it up over that dried-up cunt of yours." 

She started tearing at me with her long fingernails. Since I'd never really 
been into growing long fingernails, I couldn't even scratch her back. I had 
to use my fists. Of course, I started winning because she scratched me on 
the cheek and I punched that cunt in the stomach, knocking all the air out 
of her. Once she doubled over I shoved my elbow down on her back and she 
fell to the floor. 

I was going to stop fighting with her then, but she still had some energy 
left and got up to attack me once more. I think that I had her in a 
head-lock when Mike and some of the other guys walked in, and they all 
looked pissed as shit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mike wanted to know 
as two of the dudes ran over and pulled us apart. 

Of course, we each started with our stories and since the other girls didn't 
like me, they all backed up Nancy. I wanted to kill them all when I saw what 
a dirty look Mike was giving me. 

That night, when I climbed into his bed, I reached for his cock and he 
pulled away. He was limp, I could feel, as I tried to touch him, and I knew 
that he had already fucked someone else. It was probably Nancy. I knew it 
because Mike was the kind of guy who wouldn't go to bed without fucking 
someone. If his cock was limp, it meant he had already done it. 

"Mike," I said, snuggling against his back and whispering, "I'm sorry about 
the fight today. But you have to believe that I didn't start it." 

"I don't give a shit," he moaned. "Now leave me alone." 

But his whole attitude made me realize that he did give a shit, indeed. 
During the next few days I was beginning to feel totally out of it. I felt 
like I didn't belong with them anymore. I would still go out with Mike on 
his bike and jerk him off, but that seemed to be the only time when we were 
really together. 

I was thinking that things were looking up when he told us all that he had 
gotten tickets for this huge concert that we'd all been dying to see. It was 
going to be at the garden and Mike had purchased tickets for everyone, 
including me. 

"In fact," he said to me, "you're going to be my date." 

I was honored, especially when we walked into the garden arm in arm. Little 
did I know, however, that Mike had planned something with the girls. As I 
walked in that night I never would have thought that I was going to end up 
on the bathroom floor during the concert with an enema up my ass. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Roni came to see me, she was wearing a regular blouse and a 
pair of faded denims. She looked completely different. Her hair was styled a 
little better and she didn't have the same kind of unruly look she had the 
first time I saw her. When she spoke, however, it was easy to tell that she 
still had the same kind of nonchalant attitude about everything. 

The concert was out of sight, until after the intermission. Mike had gotten 
us front seats, and we never expected anything less. We were sitting there 
smoking pot, popping poppers, and I think that everyone was already tripping 
when we got there. I know that I was. Mike was being more lovey-dovey than 
usual, and I remember all these times when he was rubbing my tit during the 
concert. 

It was a trip, let me tell you. We saw about three bands before the 
intermission came, and when it did most of the guys split to look around and 
see what was happening. I decided to get up, too, since I didn't want to sit 
there alone with Nancy and her gang. I think that Christy, this black chick, 
Debra and Sue, these twins, and Sally, this other girl that I didn't know 
too well, were all there with Nancy. 

Nancy had brought a large brown paper bag with her to the concert, and 
that's where she had the enema bag the whole time. I remember asking her 
what was in it as we first entered the garden, but she hadn't answered. 

So long as I had my ticket stub, I knew that I could walk all over the place 
and then find my way back to my seat when the intermission was over. 

The only thing was, I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and as I walked 
toward one of them I could see that the line went on for miles. I always 
noticed that with the girl's bathroom at places. There's never a line where 
the men piss, but there's always a long line where the women have to go. 

Shit, I said to myself, I'll just wait around a while until the concert 
starts again and then I'll go in when the bathroom's empty. 

Having settled that much, I continued walking through the crowd. I came upon 
some people that I knew and we blew a joint. By that time, you could hear 
the music blaring up in the concert hall, and people were already starting 
to walk back. 

I said goodbye to my friends and started to walk back to out seats. Then I 
remembered my need to piss. I figured that I might as well go do it. 

I walked back to the bathroom and sure enough, it was empty. I was really 
glad because I sure as hell hate to piss in a public bathroom when there are 
other people around. I know that you sit in the private little John and 
everything, but I still feel uncomfortable about doing it. 

When I closed the door of the stall and locked it, I pulled down my pants 
and panties and started to piss. As soon as I did I heard the bathroom door 
opening and I knew that there was someone else out there. I looked under the 
door and could see a few feet and that told me it was more than one person. 

I thought nothing of it. The garden was a big place and there was no reason 
in the world to suspect that it was Nancy and her bunch coming to get me. 

I finished pissing and then I wiped myself. In the meantime, I could hear 
the sink running outside and I just thought that someone was washing their 
hands. 

After I pulled up my pants I stepped out of the stall. That was when I saw 
the whole group there. Nancy, Christy, Debra, Sue and Sally were all 
standing there leaning against the sinks. Nancy was holding the enema bag 
behind her back. 

"Hello, imagine meeting you here," the blonde bitch said to me. 

I just wanted to get out of there but I wanted to wash my hands first. 
However, they were all blocking the sinks. I just tried to push Nancy out of 
my way without saying anything and that's when I felt Christy moving behind 
me and grabbing my arms. 

I tried to fight the black girl off, but the others were on top of me before 
I could do anything. They knocked me down to the floor and two girls were 
holding my arms so that I could hardly move. 

Nancy started to strip off my pants and panties, and I didn't know what the 
fuck was going to happen. I tried to kick her but Christy was helping to 
hold down my legs. 

"Now, you cunt," Nancy said, moving her hands to my naked black pussy patch 
and pulling hard on a few tufts of hair, "we're going to give you what 
you've been desiring ever since you've been with us. A good cleaning out. 
And when we're finished cleaning you out we don't want you back." 

I didn't know what she was talking about until she pulled the enema bag out 
from behind her back. I gasped. I had heard of enemas before but I had never 
dreamed that I would ever be the recipient of one. 

Christy pushed my legs up in the air so that my naked ass was exposed. Then 
I felt Nancy pulling my white cheeks apart and shoving that enema nozzle 
deep into my ass-hole. There was a chilling rush of warm water in a second, 
and I gasped. It was the most uncomfortable thing I'd ever experienced. 

I was going to open my mouth to scream, and Nancy could sense it. She 
quickly moved around, pulled her pants down and shoved her naked pussy over 
my mouth. I could hear the other girls gasping a little, since these lesbian 
things were not too common among them. 

"I'd rather have her head muffled in my cunt than hear her screaming and get 
caught," Nancy said, by way of explanation. But I knew that she was into it, 
especially when she told me that I might as well lick her. "If I'm going to 
cover your face and your tongue is so near, you might as well do something." 

She rammed her finger into my cunt as she pulled the nozzle out, and I knew 
that I had better start licking her before she did anything else to hurt me. 
The water in my ass-hole was killing me and I was trying to hold it in 
because I didn't want to make such a mess all over the place. 

Her pussy was filled with cream the first time I shoved my tongue in, and 
that made me realize that Nancy was getting hot giving me an enema. She is 
such a sick cunt. Anyway, she started to frig my clit back and forth as she 
moved her cunt up and down on my face. She was actually fucking my tongue 
because I was just really sticking out and holding it out without moving it. 

So she was moving up and down so that my tongue was almost like a cock that 
she was riding. When she started to come, her cunt walls spasming, I could 
feel her juices dripping out into my mouth. It was the first time I'd ever 
tasted a woman in my life, and I didn't think it was that bad. 

Personally, I prefer dick anytime, but I had no choice in the matter. 

Nancy started to bring me off to a super-orgasm, too. She didn't let her 
fingers stop until my cunt was flooding, and even kept them going for a long 
time afterwards. I knew why, too. 

Once I started coming, I couldn't hold that damn water in my ass-hole. Every 
muscle of mine just wanted to relax and get into the feeling of the orgasm, 
so by the time I was finished coming I had let all the water leak out and 
was wallowing in it. 

That's why Nancy kept me coming. It wasn't hard for her, or the other girls, 
to see what was happening as the water pooled up around me. In fact, most of 
them started to move out of the way because they probably didn't want to get 
wet. I can't say that I blame any of them at all because as far as I'm 
concerned, it was gross. 

When Nancy finished fingering me, she got off me and pulled up her pants. 
She left the enema bag lying on the floor as she and the other girls moved 
to the door. 

"There's a note for you," she said, pointing to the enema bag. 

They were gone by the time I picked it up and read what was written. 

"So long, it's been good to know you. Mike." That was all. I knew it was his 
handwriting because I recognized the crappy letters. And that was the last 
time I ever saw any of them. Sure, I could have reported the rape attack, 
but who the fuck would have believed me, and even if the cops did, do you 
think they'd try to do anything? 

CONCLUSION 

I can agree with Rom in the fact that no one would try to do anything to 
bring her attackers to justice because most members of these biker gangs 
keep moving on. There would also be no way for the girl to prove anything. 

I don't think that Roni is going to have too much trouble overcoming her 
experience. When she talked about it, she was rather cold and dignified, as 
if it was one experience in her life that she had had. 

She seems to be the kind of girl who-likes to chalk everything up to 
experience and all I had to tell her is to watch out from now on and to be a 
little more selective with the people she gets herself involved with. I was 
happy when she left. 

CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Elissa H. AGE: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Elissa is a very outgoing girl who seems rather demure and sweet. She has 
shoulder-length blonde-brown hair and an upturned nose. Although her face is 
very pretty, her cheeks seem drawn and hallowed. She told me that she had 
lost a great deal of weight after her rape attack because she just didn't 
feel like eating. 

Even though she did look a little thin, she still had nice-sized breasts and 
long, slinky legs. 

I'm never going to forget the day I was raped. Some people say that and you 
think that they're just over-dramatizing what happened to them. You think 
that they probably will forget the date in the long run, but not me. 

I was raped and given an enema the day of my sixteenth birthday. I was on my 
way home. My parents had sent me out to buy something, but I knew that they 
just sent me out so all my friends could arrive at my house to surprise me 
when I walked back in. Well, I was the one who surprised them because I 
returned home bloody and beaten with my clothes tattered and torn. 

Then I just fainted on the living room floor. Surprise! 

The thing that I don't really understand is how a man has the balls to try 
and rape someone in broad daylight, and even more, how he could have dragged 
me into that deserted house with no one else on the street seeing anything. 
But he did, and once he had me in there he started to beat the shit out of 
me. 

I think that I was all prepared for what he was going to do, so far as 
fucking me went, but when he pulled out the enema bag and started to 
administer one I thought I was going to die. 

I had had one experience with an enema before and that was when I went to 
the hospital for a stomach operation. I was ten at the time and they had to 
give me an enema before operating on me. When they gave me one, I didn't 
mind it too much because it was all for medicinal purposes. 

When my rapist gave me one, I certainly minded it because that was sick. 

Before I even tell you what he did to me, though, I should tell you that I 
knew enemas were used to sexual purposes with some people, but I had never 
thought I'd have one used on me. I had even seen a film about it once, 
sometime last year, and that was because Bruce, this guy I was dating, told 
me about them one night. 

"Have you ever had an enema?" he had asked me, and when I told him yes he 
seemed to get excited. "I think they're terrific." 

"What makes you think they're so terrific?" I asked him. 

"I saw a loop in this store on Forty-second street, and this guy was giving 
this girl an enema. You should have seen how excited he was getting about 
it." 

That was the first time I had ever heard of an enema being used for sexual 
purposes and I thought that Bruce was off the wall. 

"You're insane," I said to him, point blank. "You're absolutely insane. 
People don't do things like that. Doctors use enemas and they're the only 
ones." 

"Wanna bet?" he asked me. 

"Sure," I said to him. "What kind of bet do you want to make?" 

"If we see the film and you see that a guy actually does give a girl an 
enema, then you have to let me give you one." 

"And if we don't?" I asked him. 

"Then you can give me one." 

So I agreed. Of course, I thought that I was going to win and that was the 
only reason I had agreed. I had no intention of ever letting Bruce or anyone 
else give me an enema for their own pleasure. 

We took a ride into the city and we walked into one of those stores. We 
walked in the back and I felt funny because I was one of the only girls 
there and all these lewd guys were staring at me. 

"Here it is," he said, pointing to one booth. 

I looked at the small little sign that they had up there and read what it 
said. 

"In this film some horny young stud ties up a girl with the biggest set of 
knockers this side of the Mississippi, gives her an oil enema and then fucks 
the shit out of her while she struggles to hold it in." 

"Do you believe me now?" Bruce asked, after I had read the sign. 

"I have to see for myself," I said, and I was getting a little bit scared 
because I knew that the film was going to have just what the sign had said 
in it. Even though there were signs up that said one person per booth, we 
both snuck in. 

Bruce put a quarter in and as soon as he did the booth went black and the 
film came on. I could already see this blonde girl with huge tits tied up to 
a bed. She was totally naked and the minute Bruce saw her, I felt his cock 
rising in his pants. He reached for my hand so I would squeeze his dick 
through his pants as we watched. 

I did. 

The girl was straining against these ropes that had her tied and she looked 
completely helpless. Then this naked man entered the picture. He had curly 
brown hair and I was pretty surprised to see that his cock wasn't hard like 
I'd expected it to be. I thought that the men in these films didn't perform 
unless they were hard, but his limp dick was swinging back and forth between 
his legs. 

He was also carrying an enema bag in his hand and when the girl saw it she 
started to scream. The man walked over to the bed, raised her ass up off the 
sheet and shoved the nozzle up her ass-hole. 

He told her that he had put some cooking oil inside of it, and although the 
film was silent, they had a few subtitles and that was one of zhem. 

"Can you imagine how greasy and good that must feel?" Bruce asked, pinching 
my tit. 

"Greasy, yes, but certainly not good," I said to him. 

Anyway, this guy seemed to fill this naked blonde girl up all the way and 
when he pulled the nozzle out of her ass-hole she squirmed some more. By 
this time, the guy's cock had grown quite long and hard. I watched the 
transformation as he filled her. 

He moved his cock to her cunt lips and started to rub his swollen cock head 
there. You could even see how wet her lips were getting as he rubbed his 
cock there, and then he slid right into her. 

The film went off and Bruce immediately slipped another quarter in there. 

We picked up on the film in mid-fuck, and every so often there would be 
close-up shots of the guy's cock fucking the girl's cunt, and closer shots 
of her ass-hole and a few slow trickles of greasy oil. 

But she did manage to hold all the oil in during the fuck, so it seemed. I 
think that it's impossible to do something like that, and after the film 
went off again, I told Bruce not to bother with another quarter. I had seen 
enough. 

"Well?" he asked as we walked out of the store. 

"Well, what?" I said. 

"You have to let me give you one now. That was the deal the two of us had 
made, remember? You saw that people really do it when they're having sex." 

"I don't think that was real," I said to him. "I think that they let her 
empty herself before the guy entered. I think that it's impossible to hold 
ail that oil in you while you're being fucked, especially if you get into 
the orgasm." 

"Why don't we just experiment and try it out?" 

"No," I said. 

"But you made me a promise. You said that I would be able to do it." 

"Bruce, if you had lost, would you let me give you one? No, I didn't think 
so. I'm sorry I made that promise to begin with. I never would have if I 
thought I was going to 'lose The idea of having an enema under sexual 
circumstances turns me off completely," 

I could see that he was upset about it, but he didn't try to force it. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Elissa came to see me she looked like she had put on a 
little weight and it did her good. Her cheeks didn't look as withdrawn as 
before and there was more color in her face this time. 

She wore a lovely yellow blouse which made her hair look so much lighter and 
more becoming, and didn't seem at all hesitant about talking. 

I think that maybe I should have let Bruce give me an enema the way I 
promised I would, but I just didn't. I should have because if he had, then 
maybe it wouldn't have been so bad when the enema rapist attacked me. 

I can tell by that look on your face, doctor, that you think Bruce might 
have been the one who attacked me. Well, you're wrong. Bruce was at my house 
with my other friends waiting for me to get home when it happened. In fact, 
he was the one who gave me the most comfort the ambulance came and I was 
taken to the hospital. 

God, I'll never forget the Way Bruce argued with me for weeks about my 
welching on the bet, and even though we were still seeing each other and 
sometimes fucking each other, he never once tried to force an enema on me, 
even though he had the right to. Sometimes, after we were finished fucking, 
he would start in again. 

"You'd like it even more if you were filled with water. Or oil would be even 
better." 

"Oh, Bruce, just the thought of it is making my stomach turn. I think I'm 
going to be sick all over your chest." 

When I said things like that, he would usually stop pressuring me. 

God, how I wish I hadn't said things like that. If I had only let him give 
me one before that rapist did, I know I would have taken the attack better. 

I'll tell you about the attack now. It happened, as I've said, on the day of 
my sixteenth birthday. I kind of suspected that my mother was planning a 
surprise party because I saw certain things hidden around the house that 
made me think that way. Then, at about six-thirty, she asked me to go to the 
store for the most ridiculous reason. 

"I need some more brown sugar," she said. "Elissa, would you be a doll and 
run down to the store to get it?" 

"Why?" I asked. "We have plenty of white in the house." 

"You know that your father-likes brown sugar and I have none for his coffee 
tonight. Please run to the store." 

When she became so insistent, I kind of got the feeling that she just wanted 
me out of the house. I put two and two together and realized that she needed 
some time for my friends to show up. So I took the money she gave me and 
went off to the store. 

Now it was daylight saving's time so it was still pretty light outside. I 
always thought that our old neighborhood was safe anyway. 

I went to the store and got the sugar, even though I was sure I didn't have 
to. When I looked at the clock in the store I saw that it was only seven. I 
had been out of the house for about a half an hour and I thought that I 
might as well take the long way home just to give those late arrivals a 
chance to show up. 

That was why I was walking down Smith Street. As I passed by this big green 
house on Smith Street, I noticed that it looked deserted. There was a 'For 
Sale' sign on the house and that was the first time I had noticed it. I 
didn't know when the people had moved out. 

That house had always intrigued me, however, and I just walked up the front 
path to look in the window. I couldn't see anything because it was too dark 
inside. I just looked in the front window, and then started to turn and 
leave. 

As I did, the front door must have opened and someone stepped out. I didn't 
hear anything, but I felt it instead. 

Someone put their hand over my mouth and then started to drag me backwards 
into the house. Of course I tried to struggle and scream but he was much 
more powerful than I was. As you can see just by looking at me, I'm not the 
strongest person in the world to begin with. Besides, the person behind me 
was much taller than me and felt so much more stocky and strong. 

I was dragged into the house and the door was slammed shut. Once inside, I 
felt him pull his hand from my mouth and the next thing I knew, he was 
stuffing a gag in its place. He tied the gag around my mouth and then pushed 
me down to the floor. 

I rolled on my back and tried to look at him. But he had a stocking over his 
face, and I could hardly make out any features. I could make out his body, 
though, for he quickly took off the coat he was wearing and I saw that he 
was naked underneath. 

He had a hairy body and a huge cock that scared the hell out of me. I could 
feel my eyes popping out of my head when I looked at him and I knew he was 
going to fuck me. I prepared myself for it, especially when he got down on 
his knees and started to rip at my clothing. He pulled off my pants and 
panties first and started to finger my blonde-haired snatch. 

When I tried to squeeze my legs together to keep him from entering me he 
socked me hard in the stomach and knocked all the air out of me. 

"I would watch it if I was you, bitch," he said, and then he started to 
finger my pussy again. I got a little wet, but not too much. 

I faked it. I figured that he was trying to work me toward an orgasm and I 
knew that I could probably get away with faking it. I started to moan 
passionately and thrust my ass up and down off the dirty floor. He seemed to 
be getting off on it for his cock, which was resting on my belly, seemed to 
be pulsating. 

As soon as I had acted like I came out of the orgasm, he stood up, grabbed 
me by the arms, and started to pull me across the floor. He dragged me down 
the hall and into the small bathroom where he flicked on the light. 

I could make out his body a little better now, but what I made out even more 
clearly was the enema bag which was full and sitting on the closed toilet 
seat. When I saw that bag I got so scared and started to tremble. 

"What's the matter, bitch, you don't like enemas?" he asked me. 

I couldn't answer him, of course, since I had the gag in my mouth. But I 
moaned a little in pain just to try and give him some idea, and I even shook 
my head back and forth to tell him no, I don't like enemas. 

Of course he didn't care. He sat on my belly and chest and pulled my legs up 
over his shoulders. I could feel his finger probing my ass-hole, and it was 
a tight fit. I'd never let Bruce touch my ass-hole because I never really 
liked the feeling. I once tried to finger my own ass-hole, just to see if I 
could ever get into it because I thought it might be fun to be ass-fucked, 
and that was when I discovered that I had a sensitive ass-hole and didn't 
like it one bit. 

That wasn't going to stop my rapist, however. He slid another finger in. 

"I'm just trying to stretch you a little more so I can get the damn nozzle 
into your puckered hole," he said, rubbing his naked ass on my tits. 

Soon there were three fingers inside of my ass and by that time, I was 
stretched to the limit. He seemed to sense it, too, for he didn't try to put 
in a forth. Instead, he just massaged my ass-hole a little, then pulled out 
his fingers and put the enema nozzle there instead. I felt a forceful flow 
of rushing warm water. 

I thought back to that time in the hospital when I had gotten an enema, and 
although there had been some discomfort, I had gotten over it by telling 
myself that it was all for medicinal purposes. I couldn't tell myself 
something like that this time because I could feel the man's hot balls and 
throbbing cock resting on my belly and I knew that the whole thing was for 
sex. 

I thought of the film that I had seen and how the girl had supposedly held 
all the oil in her while the man fucked her. As the water continued to rush 
into me, I couldn't imagine how she did it. 

My desire was to let it gush out of me as soon as the nozzle would be pulled 
because it was too uncomfortable. However, as the bag started to empty and I 
felt all this water inside of me, my rapist said something. 

"You hold it in now or else I'll kill you." 

Then he pulled the nozzle out. I don't know how he expected me to hold it in 
but he hardly even saw it dripping out of me. For as soon as he had it out 
he climbed around and positioned himself between my spread legs. He rubbed 
his cock against my pussy lips and then thrust his way inside of me. 

The initial thrust of his cock sent most of the water gushing out of me 
right away. 

I guess he could feel some of it on his legs, which were on the floor 
between mine, and that was why he slapped me across the face a few times, 
hard. But I was getting the worst of the dripping water because I was laying 
in it. I could feel the water mixed with my shit, and even smelled it. 

But the rapist didn't seem to mind. He kept driving his cock into me so that 
he seemed to move deeper with each thrust. I could feel his two hot balls 
whacking me on the buttocks and I tried lifting my ass up off the wet tile 
floor just so I wouldn't have to lie in my shit. 

Sometimes I was able to, but each time he thrust in it was with such a force 
that the weight of his body pressed me against the floor once again. 

It got to the point where is was just soaking wet. But he didn't seem to 
care. I could feel his cock pulsating in my pussy time and time again, and 
he didn't do much to try and come right away. Each time he seemed to be on 
the verge of coming he would slow down a little, as if he knew he had all 
the time in the world. 

He did, too, and I have to be grateful for the fact that he finally did let 
himself go all the way. When he did, I could feel my cunt being filled with 
load after load of his thick cock cream and by the time he had finished 
shooting off, his cock was already shrinking in my pussy. He flopped out of 
me and landed on my pussy patch, then stood up over me. He kicked me once, 
hard in the stomach, and then he started to laugh. He turned and walked out 
of the bathroom. 

I lay there for a long time, too scared to get up because I thought that he 
could be waiting for me outside of the bathroom. I did reach for the gag and 
I pulled it off and then sat up. In a few minutes, I could hear the front 
door slamming. 

I didn't know for sure that he had left then, but there was no reason for me 
to keep lying there. I stumbled to my feet, tried to arrange my clothes as 
best as I possibly could, and then I ran out of that house as fast as my 
feet would take me. 

The energy that carried me from the deserted house to my own house was 
energy I didn't even know I had. I think my adrenalin must have been working 
fast because I got home okay, but then I just collapsed. 

Well, the police searched the house and they found the empty enema bag and 
the gag, all lying in the bathroom in a heap of shit. So I'm told. They 
haven't caught the man who did it to me, and I don't really think that they 
ever will. 

I'm no help because the man was wearing a mask and everything. But let me 
tell you the result of this thing, which I didn't know until last week. I 
went to visit my friend in the hospital after I left here last week and I 
saw an enema bag hanging up near her bed. I got violently sick and threw up 
all over the floor. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at an enema bag 
again without that happening. 

CONCLUSION 

I feel sorry for Elissa because of her sickened reaction on seeing an enema 
bag and I told her she would have to try and overcome this feeling since 
chances were good that she would see other bags during her lifetime. I 
recommended 'Waterpower' to her, thinking that if she could watch an enema 
on screen again (like she did with Bruce in the porn shop) it might be a 
step to her recovery. 

I think that the rape hurt Elissa even more because it was her sixteenth 
birthday and a day for happiness and partying. Instead, for her, it turned 
out to be a day of nightmare and terror, one that will haunt her for years 
to come. 

CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Val D. AGE: Thirteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Val is one of the youngest patients I've interviewed and I feel that her 
case is also one of the most harrowing ones I've ever heard. It's easy to 
see why someone would be attracted to the girl, particularly a step-father 
who was the rapist in this case. 

Val is short, thin, and very voluptuous for her age. Her breasts are much 
larger than the breasts one would expect on a thirteen-year-old and her 
figure seems to have the rounded curves one would expect of a woman. 

The one thing that impressed me the most about this girl/woman was her 
complete and open attitude in talking about what must have been an extremely 
terrifying situation. 

When my father died and then my mother decided to remarry less than two 
months later, I knew that she needed the comfort of a man more than anything 
else. I knew it even more when I met Herb for the first time. He just made 
me feel funny. 

He always seemed to have bristly stubbles like he hadn't shaved in the 
longest time, and his breath always smelled of alcohol. I thought he was 
pretty disgusting and I remember telling my mother what I thought the day 
she told me she was going to marry him. She didn't have much to say in his 
defense. 

"I know that he might not strike you as the most appealing man in the 
world," she said to me, "but I need a man. You'll understand these things 
when you grow older." 

It didn't take growing older for me to understand that she needed a man for 
sex. Even though I was still a virgin, until my step-father raped me, I know 
that was the only reason she wanted him. 

They got married two weeks after she told me she was going to. It was a 
small, civil ceremony, and I didn't even go. They went to a motel nearby for 
their honeymoon night and I hoped that my mother was getting what she 
wanted. 

When Herb moved into our apartment things changed. First of all, he was a 
slob and my mother and I were always picking up after him. Second, he seemed 
to love his naked body so much that he was always parading around the house 
in the nude. I saw his naked, hairy body the second day he had moved in and 
I remember thinking that I couldn't understand the attraction. His limp cock 
seemed so wrinkly and ugly. 

My mother noticed him walking by me in the nude' and that night I could hear 
them talking about in their bedroom. 

"Please don't do that again," my mother was saying. "She's just a young girl 
growing up and I don't like it." 

"Don't tell me what to do," he said. 

"I'm not telling you. I'm asking you as a favor to me." 

Then I heard a slap. I knew that someone had hit someone else and I snuck 
out of my bed so that I could peep through their keyhole. By the time I got 
there I could see that Herb was the one hitting my mother, and he was 
hitting her hard. They were yelling at each other, about me. 

They were both naked and I could see that Herb's cock was hard this time. My 
mother continued to protest as he hit her again and again. 

"This is my house, too, you know. At least it is now that I married you and 
I'll walk around the way I feel like walking around." 

I could tell that he was really hurting my mother for she was actually 
groaning in pain. But then she reached for his cock and when she touched it, 
he closed his eyes and started to moan. I thought that she had him at some 
kind of vulnerable point or something, but then he was reaching for her 
spread pussy and she moaned. 

It was almost like a struggle to see who could turn who on the fastest and 
keep the other vulnerable. I don't really know who won because my mother 
started to pull his hard cock near her cunt and she spread her legs and let 
him slide into her. As soon as he had thrust his way in deep, I looked at 
the expression on her face. 

His fucking her had put her completely in his power. She closed her eyes and 
got lost under his body, opening her mouth and letting out the longest, most 
soothing moan I'd ever heard. She wrapped her legs around his taut buttocks 
and started to massage them with her feet. 

I watched his body start to drip with sweat and I still couldn't understand 
the attraction of his cock at all. 

Then he started to grunt and he arched his back. He was coming inside of 
her, I'm sure, because by the time he pulled out his cock was completely 
limp. My mother just lay there as if all the energy had been knocked out of 
her, and I have to admit that she looked so content. She looked more content 
than I had ever seen her since my father's funeral, and that fuck made me 
start to think about sex a lot more. 

I asked my mother about it the next day after Herb had left for work. I 
don't even know what he did, nor did I care. But my mother was hurrying 
along with her breakfast so she'd be on time for her beauty parlor job when 
I asked. 

"Does sex control a person so much that they forget about everything else?" 

"What? Valentine, what makes you ask me something like that?" 

"Just something I feel. I feel that when you reach an orgasm you're so 
vulnerable that you forget about all kinds of crap that happens." 

"Young lady, I don't know where your mind is or why you've been thinking 
like this. Explain yourself." 

So I told her what I had witnessed the night before after I heard them 
arguing and I saw how shocked she was to learn that I had seen it. 

"You just lost yourself," I said to her. "It looked to me like you had 
forgotten all about how Herb hit you so many times before entering you. 
Can't you remember how much those blows hurt, or do you forget because of 
the sex?" 

"There are certain things that you have to live with," she said to me. "When 
you get older, you're bound to understand some of them." 

"I hope not," I told her and when she asked why, I explained. "I don't think 
that Herb is good for you or for us, but you seem to find excuses for 
everything that he does. Well, if you feel that way, fine. But you only feel 
that way because you need a man, right? You once told me that. Well, I hope 
I never have to let a man beat me up because I need him. I hope not." 

Sometimes I know I say things that blow my mother's mind. Sometimes I can 
see her wondering how the hell a thirteen-year-old knows all these things. 

Well, after that talk, things still seemed to be going the same. I mean, I 
would hear them yelling in the bedroom some nights, and usually the fights 
were about me because Herb still walked around naked and he was even cursing 
a lot in the house. I'm used to language like that but my mother still 
doesn't like it. 

The fights would usually end with a few slaps, which I could hear louder 
than anything else, and then with some panting which I took to be their 
fucking moans and groans. 

Some mornings my mother would come down to the breakfast table with bruises 
on her cheeks and arms, and she always made excuses for it. I didn't want to 
tell her that I thought she was crazy for putting up with him. 

I had been through all that and nothing had come from it. 

One day Herb came home in the early afternoon and he looked drunk as a 
skunk. I heard him stumble into the apartment and almost fall on his face. 
When I ran to the front door to see what was going on, there he was, lying 
there in a heap. 

"What are you doing home?" I asked him. 

"I was fired today from my job, damn it," he said. 

He started to get up and walk toward me. I backed up a little but soon I was 
against the wall. He placed his mouth on mine and dug his tongue in deep. I 
could taste the bourbon on his breath and I thought I was going to be sick. 

He reached for my tit and started to squeeze it and as soon as he did that, 
I just used my natural instinct to get away. I drove my knee up in his 
crotch and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He backed away for a 
second and doubled over in pain. When he did that, I took it as my only 
chance to run away from him. I ran down the hall to the bathroom which was 
the only door with a lock and I locked myself inside. Of course, he was in 
hot pursuit of me. 

I could hear him pounding on the door and there were times when I thought 
that the lock was going to give way and he was going to burst right into the 
bathroom and beat the shit out of me. However, he was too drunk and he gave 
up after a few minutes. 

I didn't come out of the bathroom until I heard the front door open about 
two hours later because I knew that my mother was home then. 

"Why didn't you make dinner?" she asked me, for she was used to coming home 
and finding it on the table. 

"Your husband got drunk and lost his job today and then he tried to rape 
me," I said to her. "Don't get upset. He didn't do anything. But I did spend 
a delightful two hours locked in the bathroom because he was in the house." 

Well, you should have heard the fight that went on afterwards. My mother 
stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. The two of them were 
in there alone and I could hear her yelling at him, telling him that he was 
disgusting. Then there were some slaps, but this time, she continued to yell 
and I'm sure she was fighting back. 

She came storming out of the room later and by that time, I had thrown 
something together for dinner. She sat at the kitchen table and cried. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "I think this whole marriage 
was a mistake. I hate him." 

"You don't hate him," I said. "You love when he has sex with you and so he 
can appease you all the time. You love him for that and that's enough as far 
as you're concerned." 

She gave me the dirtiest look ever because she knew I was telling her the 
truth. 

I don't really think that her solution in the matter was a good one at all. 
I don't blame her for it, because who was to think that after she locked him 
out he would break into the house and rape me? We thought that he was gone 
for good, but he wasn't. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Val came to see me she was wearing a pants suit and the suit 
made her look like a twenty-five year old woman. She is obviously much older 
than her actual age, not only in looks, but also in intelligence. 

I think that the way she handled her rape attack proves this. 

That's what my mother decided to do. Herb began to go out looking for jobs a 
few days later. During those days when he was home, I would go to a friend's 
house and stay there until I knew my mother would be home. 

Then one day, my mother told me what she was going to do. While Herb was out 
she had all the locks on the doors changed. She was home that night with me 
when he came back from job-hunting and he tried to open the door. 

"Hey, Bea, open up," he yelled to my mother. 

She walked over to the door, but didn't open it. She just stood on the other 
side and started to talk to him as reasonably as she possibly could. 

"It's over, Herb," she said to him. "You have to understand that. I'm filing 
for divorce tomorrow. Find yourself someplace else to live. It's over and it 
never should have happened to begin with." 

Of course he started yelling and putting up a fight, and at one point when I 
saw my mother reaching for one of the locks I ran over and pushed her hand 
away. She kissed me on the forehead for doing that. 

Anyway, Herb left a few minutes later and we thought he was gone for good. 

Two weeks passed before he broke into the house and raped me, and that's why 
the whole thing came so unexpectedly. My mother had filed for divorce and 
her lawyer said that he couldn't get in touch with Herb, so we figured he'd 
left the city. 

I was home one afternoon when school was finished and I was getting ready to 
make supper. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and Herb started 
calling. I got so scared and I could feel myself trembling. 

He was smashing at the door with his fist and I hadn't locked all of the 
locks. I could see one of them giving way and I ran to try and turn the 
others. But it was too late. He had pushed the door open and he ran into the 
apartment. 

I immediately turned and started to run to the bathroom but he was fast on 
my heels. He tackled me in the hall and then he dragged me into the 
bathroom. It was only then that I saw he had an enema bag in his hand and I 
didn't know why. 

He sat on my chest as he reached up to fill the enema bag and I kept trying 
to hit him and kick him in the balls. Once, when I almost punched him there, 
he smashed his fist across my face and almost knocked me out completely. 

"You fucking bitch," he was screaming. "You know that it's all your fault 
that your mother and I are splitting up." 

"You're a sickening, disgusting man," I said, "and it has nothing to do with 
me." 

Then, as if he was trying to prove my point, he pulled his zipper down and 
yanked his large cock out of his pants. He shoved it right into my mouth and 
I almost gagged on his thick piece of meat. I tried to bite it, and when he 
felt it he pulled his cock from my mouth and smashed me across the face 
again. 

"I can see that I can't trust you," he said. 

"That's right," I said, gasping for breath. "If I could, I'd cut your 
fucking balls off and stuff them in your mouth." 

He was already sliding down my body and he started to rip my blouse open. 
When he saw my naked pink nipples I watched the saliva drip out of his 
mouth. He really was one of the most disgusting people I ever met. 

He moved his mouth to my tit and bit on my nipple, hard. I could feel his 
hard cock rubbing against my leg and I tried to knee him there but he was 
pressing down on my leg with too much force. 

His hand moved to my pussy while he licked my nipple. He ripped at my pants 
and started to finger my virgin cunt. I knew that he was going to break me 
then and the thought of it made me sick. Out of all the men I've ever met in 
my life, Herb came close to being the grossest one and I had never dreamed 
in my life that he would be the man to break my cherry. 

Herb licked my nipple for a few more minutes, and then he slid down my body, 
pushing on my legs so I couldn't kick him. He ripped my pants and panties 
all the way off and yanked my legs apart. 

Then he reached for the enema bag that he had been filling and he shoved my 
legs up over my head. I tried to kick him and he smashed his open palm 
against my buttocks so I felt this incredible rush of pain shooting through 
me. 

He rammed the enema nozzle into my ass-hole and I could feel ice cold water 
flowing into me. I started to squirm as he dug the hose deeper and deeper 
into me, and the fucking bastard was laughing the entire time that all of 
this was happening. I wanted to cry more than anything else but I didn't 
want him to have the satisfaction of seeing my tears. 

I felt like a balloon being blown up and I never thought that I would be 
able to hold so much water inside of me. Once the bag had emptied everything 
into me he pushed my legs down and then climbed on top of me. 

He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard while he forced his cock into 
my dry cunt. He came up against my hymen and then he just shoved his way 
past. I could feel the most intense pain running through every bone in my 
body as my virgin blood started to run over his cock. 

My blood was the only lubrication that we had because my cunt didn't get wet 
at all for his driving cock. I could feel his thick dick rubbing over my 
clit but he just disgusted me too much. I couldn't feel any pleasure with a 
man who made me feel so utterly disgusting. 

He was breathing heavily the whole time, and then his cock started to pulse 
inside of me. That hurt more than anything else, and the only good thing 
about it was when he started to come because I knew it was going to end. 

I don't know how I had held the water inside of me during the fuck, but he 
complimented me on it when he pulled his limp dick out and noticed that 
nothing had leaked.- 

I stood up, staggering a little bit, and sat on the toilet. I started to 
shit everything out of me while he stood there, watching me and stuffing his 
cock back into his pants. When I had finished shitting I stood up and pushed 
my way past him. I think he was completely confused as to what I was going 
to do. 

After all, I was still naked. I walked into the kitchen and was glad when he 
followed me. For I went right to the knife drawer and pulled out the one 
with the biggest blade, then whirled around to face him. 

"Now you get out of here before I take this and stick it in your gut," I 
said. "I could get off easy, too, you know. They'd never convict a child who 
murdered a man who raped her. Now get out of here. Get out of town, because 
I'm going to report this and every cop is going to be looking for you." 

He chuckled a little, but he knew that I was serious when I lunged at him 
with the knife. He took off like a jackrabbit. 

I locked the door and fell on the floor. When my mother came home and found 
me I told her everything that had happened. We called the police and they 
are looking for him, but I think he took my advice and left. 

I carry a small knife with me now. If I ever saw him again, I wouldn't do 
anything unless he tried something first. But if he did, I swear I would cut 
his balls off and stuff them in his mouth. I swear I'd do it. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

I cannot imagine anything more brutal than an enema rape, and I feel that 
the patients in this particular study have all confirmed this attitude. 
There are too many enema enthusiasts who are still in the closet, afraid to 
come out and face up to this need of theirs. They are usually the people who 
will strike out on an unwilling victim. 

Carl Smith, the policeman and Merrily's interview is the perfect example of 
a closet enema case, so much so that he pretended to be in pursuit of the 
evil enema rapist when he, himself, was the man. From Merrily's interview, 
it seemed as if Officer Smith put down people who used enemas. 

I think this is the attitude among most of the enema enthusiasts. They tend 
to put themselves down, and in doing so, make their fetish seem uglier than 
it is. They put it down and hear other people put it down, so they cannot 
come out of the closet and confess that they like enemas. 

As a result, more and more young girls are attacked and the statistics on 
enema rapes show that they have doubled in a year. 

Sometimes, it can be easier for the victim to come to grips with what 
happened, and the girls who did in this book seem to be those who were 
mature to begin with. Then there are those like Judy who knew the man who 
raped her (her teacher, in fact) and had been having intercourse with him 
steadily. It's much easier for a girl like Judy to come to grips with what 
happened to her because she can talk with her teacher and find out why he 
had such a need.
