Roped Girls: Tied & Whipped
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Rape can be an extremely trying and damaging thing for a young girl. The 
rapist can strike anytime, forcing a girl to submit to acts, of brutal and 
defiant sex. If the man is stronger than she is, and he is in most cases, 
she can be forced to carry out horrendous acts that she never dreamed 
possible. 

That is only the beginning. The pains of coping with the rape still have to 
be dealt with, and that is always the hardest part of all. 

Samantha D.: "He told me that I was pretty enough to be a model, and that he 
wanted to get some shots of me. When he started to come on to me, I tried to 
push him away, and then his true side came out. He forced me, face-forward, 
onto the bed, then began to prod his cock against my virgin asshole as I 
screamed with fear... " 

Wanda G.: "I was running across campus, late at night, when he tackled me 
and pulled me behind some bushes. He clawed at my panties and my cunt, until 
I was too weak to fight back anymore... " 

Kim E.: "He said he was my brother's friend, so I invited him to stay the 
night. He got me high, and I pushed him away when he tried to make advances. 
Then he snapped and started to ram it into me... " 

Diane E.: "I used to undress in front of my neighbor, but I never knew how 
crazy he was. One night, he snuck into the house when my parents were out 
and grabbed me in the shower. He was too strong, and I couldn't fight 
back... " 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Samantha D. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Samantha is an incredibly stunning young redhead, who, one day, could have 
easily been a famous ad model. However, I feel that her particular rape 
experience will change all that, and she'll explain it all when she talks. 

When Samantha walked into my office, I couldn't believe the statuesque 
facial features, the deep-set green eyes, and the long red hair that seemed 
to be flowing with body. She wore a loose-fitting white sweater, but it was 
still easy to see that she had sizable breasts (which would have been 
perfect for a model, for they were not too large, nor too small, but just 
perfect for her frame). She wore a pair of tight black pants which hugged 
every curve and contour of her body. 

At first, Samantha was a little reluctant to talk, and I finally had to give 
her a drink of water with a certain kind of medicine in it, to get her to 
loosen up and finally tell what she had come to tell me. 

* * * 

I don't know why, doctor, but I suddenly feel so much better. What was in 
that water you gave me? Oh, fuck it, I really don't care to know. Whatever 
it is, it's making me feel really sensational now, like nothing matters, and 
I know I can talk. 

You see, I really thought that one day I'd be a model. In fact, all my 
friends thought so, too, and whenever we would have these shows at school, 
either plays, or just fashion shows, you can believe that I was always the 
first person they called in to be in it. I got to wear some very nice 
clothing. 

But I don't think I'll ever model again. Not after Ricardo, and what he did 
to me. That bastard posed as a photographer, and he had me going for weeks. 
It was a slow and easy thing for him, until he finally convinced me to model 
for him. First, with clothes, then, without clothes. 

And once I had my clothing off, it was easy for him to just push me down on 
his bed and fuck me. It was all so forceful, too, and he kept telling me 
that this was the only way a model makes it nowadays. 

Don seemed to be wise to Ricardo from the start, and I wish that I could get 
him to forgive me. You see, I'd been going with Don for a few years, ever 
since Junior High School, and he was always my main man. 

Don was so cute. He still is, only I put it in the past tense because he 
told me that he never wants to see me again. I can't blame him. I really 
laid some shit on him when I met Ricardo, and . I know that I must have hurt 
him. 

I met Don back in Junior High, as I said, and he asked me out the first 
weekend that we were in class together. He knew, even then, that he really 
liked me, even though we were both around fourteen. Don had this curly blond 
hair, and his family had just moved in from California, so he had the 
greatest tan, too, better than the tans that any of the other kids had after 
the summer. 

I was more than willing to go out with him. In fact, my friend Debbie was 
impressed, too. 

"You two were made for each other," she said to me. "You're both the 
beautiful looking kind of people." 

"Debbie, I'm too young to fit into that crowd." 

"Sam, all those beautiful Hollywood and New York people were once your age, 
too, and they just grew up. If you and Don stick it out, you'll be a 
beautiful couple in years to come. You will, believe me." 

I remember that on our first date, where he just took me out to an Italian 
restaurant, I told him everything that Debbie said, and he was laughing. 

"You're beautiful," he said to me, and I felt him rubbing his leg against 
mine under the table. I think that was when I felt my first surging sexual 
thrill, ever! 

"Well, you're pretty beautiful yourself. Or handsome. Whatever's best for a 
guy." 

"I don't mind being called beautiful, especially when it comes from someone 
like you," he said to me. 

I swear, for a guy of fifteen (for he was a year older than me) he had charm 
and class, and he would always tell me that the guys matured faster in 
California. I don't know if that was true, but when it came down to sex, 
maybe it was. 

You see, I'd gone out with a few guys before Don, but the dates were nothing 
but get-togethers, where you'd hold hands, and shit like that. Well, after 
we went to the restaurant, he suggested that we go back to his parents' 
house and sit on their enclosed front porch, on the swing. I thought it 
sounded like a romantic atmosphere, and I must admit that I was looking 
forward to necking and kissing with Don. 

It went further than that, even on our first date, and I'm sure it was 
because we were both attracted to each other so much. 

We were sitting on the swing when he put his arm around my shoulder and then 
pulled me close enough to kiss me. It was my first tongue kiss, and when he 
thrust it into my mouth, I loved the taste of it. I sucked hard on his 
tongue, and felt my whole body filling with this incredible heat. 

Don started to move his fingers to my breasts, without opening my blouse, of 
course. But his fingers must have had radar in them, for even though they 
weren't touching bare flesh, they moved right to my nipple and squeezed it. 

I felt my red nipple stiffen like never before, and then there were spasms 
in my pussy. It was the first time I had ever felt pleasure from my cunt. 

I didn't know what to do with my hands, though, and Don didn't let that go 
on for long. He took my hand and pulled it down to his crotch. 

When I felt his stiff cock bulge, and squeezed it, I heard him start to moan 
softly. He moved his lips to my ear and began to lick it, and if anything 
sent a wave of heat through my body, that certainly did. But not one wave. 
Shit, it was like a thousand waves, one after another, and I could actually 
feel myself sweating. 

Of course, I learned later in life that sweating was a sign of heated sex. 

As Don licked my ear, I could feel his hand starting to control my 
cock-squeezing hand. He made me pull down his zipper and then reach in to 
pull his dick out of his pants. When I saw that thick piece of throbbing 
flesh, I fell in love with it. 

I mean, his whole groin area was so white compared to the tanned flesh on 
the rest of his body, and that was one thing that I loved. His cock was pale 
in comparison to his hands and face, but it was so thick and proud. 

As much as I loved it, I was frightened by it, also. 

"Don't! I can't go all the way with you, yet. I'm not ready," I said. 

"Hey, did I ask you to. go all the way with me yet? I'm not all that ready 
myself," he said. "But there are other things that we can do without going 
all the way." 

"Really? Like what?" 

"Sucking and fondling," he said. "I'd love to finger your cunt. Just to 
slide my fingers deep inside of you." 

When I thought about what he was saying, I could feel this trembling again. 
My pussy actually started to get wet. 

"And what would I do?" I asked him, smiling at the thought of having my 
pussy fingered. 

"My dick is out. You can lick it and suck it," he said, proudly. 

"I've never heard of anything like that," I told him, and he laughed. 

"Oh, you Long Island people are so backwards. We do it all the time on the 
coast." 

"Fabulous. But one other thing. What about your folks? Won't they come out 
here and catch us? I mean, they're right inside." 

"No," he said. "They're pretty old, but my father's real cool. Besides, I'm 
sure that they're fast asleep by now. Come on, Samantha. You want to do it, 
don't you?" 

Well, rather than tell him, I decided to do it. I moved my mouth down to his 
cock and started to lick the very tip of it. I had been fondling it the 
whole time we had been talking, and there was a drop of come at the tip of 
it. I licked it away with my tongue, and loved the way it tasted. 

After licking his shaft all over, I opened my mouth and started to suck on 
his fat cock head. I wanted to move my mouth down his shaft and take in 
more, but I didn't know if I would be able to do it without gagging. 

Ill be honest and tell you that I couldn't, when it came right down to it. I 
did gag a lot, but I also did take him all the way down. 

Not at first, though. When I first moved my mouth down his shaft, and felt 
it sinking deeper and deeper, in the back of my throat, I tried to pull my 
head up. That was when Don moved his fingers into my pants and panties, and 
I felt them kind of wandering over my pussy lips. 

He moaned as soon as he felt how wet I was, and I loved the way he did moan. 

When I stopped, midway down his shaft, he kept telling me to keep taking it 
down. He sensed what was happening with me, with the gagging and all, and he 
felt for my clit right away and started to finger it. 

I couldn't believe what happened to me then. 

I felt these tingling sensations running all over my body, and I just slid 
my mouth all the way down, until my nose was buried in Don's thick blond 
pubic patch. I was gagging like crazy, too, but he loved it. 

"God, you don't know what your throat feels like when you do that," he said 
to me, and he thrust a little deeper and fingered me a little harder. "You 
should only know what it's like. I can't fucking believe it." 

Just knowing that I was turning him on was also turning me on more. I guess 
I was a girl who was always born to give a man pleasure. But my friend 
Debbie told me that it's the way it's supposed to be during sex. I mean, if 
you can get off on the pleasure that you're bringing to someone else, then 
the pleasure he's bringing to you is even better, and that was just the way 
it was working that night. 

I got my mouth really wet so that his cock would be very lubricated. 

Then I started to move my mouth up and down his shaft, even faster. And he 
was working with me, for the faster I sucked him, the faster he worked his 
fingers in my cunt. I really didn't know much about orgasmic peaks back 
then, but there were at least three or four times when I thought I was going 
to faint from the pleasure his fingers were bringing to me, and those must 
have been my peaks. 

And it all happened before his cock started to pulsate in my mouth. When 
that happened, I was scared. I didn't know what was to come next. 

But I sensed, from the way he was breathing, that no matter what was 
happening, it was very good for him. Then, he leaned forward, nestling his 
face in my soft hair, and moved his lips back to my ear. 

"Baby, I'm going to come right now," he moaned. 

The second he said the word 'come,' I felt it shooting into my mouth. As I 
said earlier, I had tasted that drop when I first licked his cock slit, and 
I'd liked it. Well, taking a whole load was like taking a hundred of 
those-drops, if not more, and the flavor was much more satisfying. 

I could really taste it strong, and I started to suck as hard as I could, 
just to drain it all out of him. He had a tremendous load then, although I 
didn't know it at the time. I mean, it was the first load of come I'd ever 
swallowed or felt, and later on, when we really got into sex where we'd do 
all kinds of things, I'd see that he shot off different amounts of come each 
time. 

Usually, by his second and third orgasm, he was shooting a lot less than he 
had during his first, and his first load was usually very satisfying. 

As he was coming in my mouth, he was pinching my clit. 

I honestly don't know how he managed to hold onto it, because I was so wet 
inside. And even though I'd never masturbated before that time, and I hardly 
knew what my cunt was like inside and how it worked, after my experience 
with him, I would find myself masturbating on occasion. And when I got wet, 
I was so slippery that I usually couldn't ever hold onto my clit and pinch 
it the way he did. 

His pinching made me come for a third, or maybe a fourth time. 

It was a few years back, doctor. Almost four, so I don't remember. 

But it was the start of a relationship that was to go on for a number of 
years, sexually, too. In fact, the thing that really started to get in the 
way was my modeling aspiration, and my meeting Ricardo. 

But I'll get to that. I'd like you to know more about Don. 

The day after our first date, at school, he kept giving me the slyest looks. 
I was loving it, let me tell you. 

I remember that in English class, where he sat right behind me, I could feel 
him rubbing his foot against my buttocks, and it made me so hot (because I 
already knew what his fingers had done to my cunt) that I had to keep my 
legs together, tight. That didn't stop the wetness I could feel building up 
inside of me, though. 

"You shit," I said to him, jokingly when the class was over. "I don't think 
I caught one fucking thing that Schneider was saying in class. How am I 
going to know all that stuff for the test when he gives one?" 

"Samantha, I have the simplest answer to your problem," he said. "If you'd 
only wait and listen to reason, I'll tell you." 

"Well, what the fuck is it?" 

"Well just have to study together when the time comes," he said, smiling. 

I had to laugh. I mean, I knew that we wouldn't do much studying when we got 
together, but I didn't seem to mind that so much. 

Don and I continued to go out, about two or three nights a week, and he 
would call me almost every night and stay on the phone for hours. He was so 
hot, and his voice just sent me, too. 

The day before one of our English tests, I went over to his house so we 
could study. We didn't study too much English that night, you can 
understand. In fact, we ended up studying each other, every single inch. 

Even though his parents were home, he told me that it was okay to. study in 
his bedroom. For the first couple of minutes, we did go over some of the 
plays that we had been reading in class. I had read them all, and although I 
thought I understood them, I hadn't really listened to the teacher's 
explanation of them too much because Don was always playing with my ass in 
class. 

So he filled me in on some of that. 

I remember that we were both lying on his bed, on our stomachs, looking at 
one of the plays, when suddenly, our eyes met. 

It was a heavy moment, doctor. I could feel this tension all through my 
body, and then, he moved his lips to mine and kissed me so hard. As he did, 
I kind of rolled onto my back and he moved right on top of me. 

The next thing that happened was just like something in a porn movie that 
Don took me to see. We were just so filled with passion that we started to 
rip at each other's clothing, pulling at buttons and zippers, and everything 
else. 

I don't know who undressed who first, but two minutes after we had started 
kissing, we were both completely naked. It was the first time I had ever 
seen him completely naked, and I loved his body. He had a pretty hairless 
body, except for the hair under his arms and around his cock. 

He lay on top of me, and I felt him rubbing his cock against my thick red 
cunt patch. I felt his chest pressing down on my breasts, and I wanted him 
so bad. 

You see, doctor, that was the difference between what happened with me and 
Don, and what happened between me and Ricardo. 

I never wanted Ricardo to fuck me. I just wanted him to photograph me, and 
when he started to take me and I began to fight back, he hit me, and ended 
up taking me by force. He raped me. Yes, that was it. Rape! 

But since I wanted Don, I was more than willing to have him fuck me. 

However, we did some sixty-nine first. I didn't know it was called that 
until Don told me. He turned around on the bed and started to lick my pussy. 
It was the first time he had ever done that. For even though I had sucked 
his cock many times, the most he had ever done was finger me because we had 
never been in a place where he could do anything else. His mouth was so wet 
and so hot. 

He started to blow air into my cunt, and I could feel myself swelling. Then 
he clamped his lips against my cunt lips and started to suck on my pussy. I 
felt my pussy walls spasming hard, and they were filled with cream, which he 
sucked right out. 

Of course, I was sucking his cock at the time, something that I'd become 
pretty good at, if I must say so myself. I was able, by that time, to deep 
throat him and not gag one bit. It was a good feeling, for me and Don. 

Although neither one of us said anything to each other, we both knew that we 
were going to end up fucking that night. 

After he had sucked a lot of my juices out, he started to turn his body 
around, pulling that wonderful dick out of my mouth. He climbed on top of me 
so that his cock was rubbing against my cunt patch again, and then he lifted 
his groin up. 

I looked down between our bodies and saw his cock, hard and thick, pointing 
right down at my pussy lips. He started to rub it there as he looked up and 
smiled at me. 

I watched his sweet face the entire time, as I was feeling his cock 
penetrate me. It was so incredible because as he moved deeper and deeper 
into my wet tunnel, the smile on his face got broader and broader, until he 
had this incredible grin. 

He was in all the way when he moved his lips to mine and kissed me, and then 
he started to thrust in and out, with a full, hard force. 

I could feel my whole body swelling, and as he thrust, he would try to move 
his body upwards so that his cock was making incredible contact with my 
clit. He ground his cock around inside of me, instead of just thrusting, and 
that made the whole fucking so much hotter. 

Don also started to pinch my nipples, firmly. He moved one hand to each tit, 
and when he felt that my nipples were already stiff, he began to pinch them. 
He twisted them a little bit too, and all I could feel was this sensational 
pleasure. 

Don was so great, and I'm happy that he turned out to be the first guy I 
ever fucked. I'm grateful that I had fucked someone before meeting Ricardo, 
for I have a feeling that if I had been a virgin when that bastard Ricardo 
raped me, I probably would have been suffering a lot more than I am. 

As Don was reaching his climax, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of 
me. My cunt was spasming, and the spasms were working against his throbs so 
that the fuck seemed so much tighter for him. 

At least that was what he told me, and he moved his lips to my ears and 
licked and whispered that he was going to come at the same time that he 
started shooting. 

I felt my cunt getting even hotter because, I guess, a man's come is always 
pretty warm when it comes right down to it. I also felt myself getting at 
least ten times as wet as I had been when we had been fucking, because he 
was still thrusting and spreading his spewing cream all over my pussy walls. 

After that, I would fuck him whenever he wanted it, and we did it in some of 
the strangest places, believe me. 

Once, there was a track meet at school, and we were watching it in the 
stands. We started making out, and were still hugging and kissing by the 
time the meet was over and everyone had left the stands. 

When we realized that we were alone, we climbed under the seats and started 
to fuck right then and there. It was the only way to release all that 
tension we had built up between us during our hours of kissing and touching. 

I honestly thought that Don and I would go together for years and years, and 
one day, that we would get married. 

I know that he did, too. He was majoring in math and hoped to get into 
computers, and we would even sit around and talk about the future, when he 
would be a computer man and I would be his wife, and we'd have a few kids. 

Then Ricardo entered the picture, a few months back. 

I had just turned seventeen a few days before I met him. 

I met him at this party given by a friend of a friend, or that kind of shit. 
To be perfectly honest, I don't even know who was giving the party. It was 
one of Don's friends that he had known back in California. 

Well, we were standing by the bar drinking (for the people were much older 
than we were, and it was a big, catered affair) when this striking 
black-haired man walked right up to me and started to stare at me. 

Don was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, as I was, too, and he 
walked right up to Ricardo and asked him what the fuck he was staring at. 

"That girl you're with is fabulous," he said, and of course, I was standing 
close enough to hear it all. "She has model features, facially, and of 
course, with her stunning figure." He spoke directly to me, then. "Have you 
ever thought about becoming a model, darling?" 

"In fact, I have, although I didn't know how to go about it." 

"Well, this is your lucky evening. Here's my card. Give me a call. I'd love 
to do some shots of you, and I'm sure many, many magazines would love to 
have your face of their cover. Call, sweets." 

I looked at his card as he walked away, and saw that it said: Ricardo, 
Fabulous Fotographs. I loved it, even though I could tell Don was wary. 

"Don't call him," he said, and I just thought he was jealous. "You know 
nothing about him. He could be a real phony." 

You can believe that I was going to call him, and I did. Now that it's all 
in the past, I realize that I should have listened to Don. Ricardo was as 
phony as they came, and I didn't realize it until he had me stripped and was 
trying to prod his cock into my asshole... 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Samantha came to see me, she was wearing this beautiful, 
stylish dress, which she told me was something that she got from Ricardo. I 
asked her if it didn't hurt to be wearing something that the man who raped 
her had given her, and she told me that she thought by wearing it, she might 
come to grips with what had happened a little better. 

I thought that was perfect reasoning. The dress was tight enough, and slinky 
enough, so that she did look like an older woman, and I had to encourage 
her, right then and there, to pursue her modeling career, even though she 
had had one bad experience. 

* * * 

It took me about three weeks to work up the nerve to call Ricardo. I kept 
his card taped to my bedroom mirror, and each morning when I woke up I would 
look at it and wonder if this was to be the day when I would get up enough 
nerve to call. 

Of course, I was getting no encouragement from Don. I didn't ask him about 
it too often. In fact, maybe only for the first week, and his attitude was 
the same. 

"Don't call that phony bastard. I've never even heard of him." 

Well, I couldn't really go on Don's words, because when it came right down 
to it, he hadn't heard of any famous photographers. 

Meanwhile, my friend Debbie was encouraging me to call. 

"Samantha, if you don't take this opportunity now, you're a stupid cunt. Do 
you know how many girls would love a photographer to spot them at a party 
and then have him offer to photograph them? Do it. It might be the start of 
a career." 

I was torn in two directions. My boyfriend was saying one thing, and my best 
friend was saying another. I had thought about asking for my mother's 
advice, but she and I didn't get along too well, and it was something that I 
wouldn't have wanted her to know until after it had happened. I'm sure you 
could understand. 

Well, one day Debbie was over after school. My parents were at work, and she 
had this terrific grass that we were smoking. When we got so smashed that we 
could hardly stand, she started to encourage me to call him again. 

"Come on. You can build up the nerve now that you're high," she said. 

And that was the reason why I called him. I was so high, that I thought, why 
not? 

I picked up the phone and dialed the number on his card. I recognized his 
voice immediately, although he didn't recognize mine. 

"You met me at a party," I said. "My name is Samantha, and I have red hair. 
About three weeks ago. Do you remember?" 

There was a long pause. Then he finally spoke. 

"Yes, of course I remember," he said. "The fabulous redhead. Well, darling, 
you must not really be serious about a career if it's taken you this long to 
finally call me. Maybe we should forget the whole thing and... " 

"No, I am serious," I said, in my stoned stupor. "Very serious. I was just a 
little nervous because my boyfriend was trying to talk me out of it." 

"I see. I think I even remember him. Well, why don't you just stop by. Let 
me give you my address. Come by tomorrow afternoon, and well see how you do 
with some test shots. Have you anything to wear?" 

"I don't know. I'll bring my best outfit." " "Fabulous, darling," he said. 
"Stop by around four. But please, be on time. I am a very busy man." 

"Of course," I said. 

As soon as I hung up, Debbie and I started jumping around my room like two 
little kids who just got a present. We smoked a little more, then rummaged 
through my closet so we could pick out what we both thought would be the 
best thing to wear. 

"Hey," I said to her, "whatever happens, don't you mention a word of this to 
anyone. Yet. I mean, I don't want Don to know, and if anyone at school finds 
out about it, word's sure to get back to him." 

"I'm your best friend," she said to me. "I can keep a secret." 

Well, I should have known better. Regardless of whether she was my best 
friend or not, Debbie, like most of the kids at school, had a big mouth when 
it came to certain things. And this was a big thing. I mean, there aren't 
many kids in school who go into modeling, you know, so when something like 
that happens, of course you want to blab it all around the halls. 

I knew that Debbie had opened her big mouth when Don walked up to me the 
next day, looking quite angry. 

"So you called him and you're going there?" he asked me. "I thought I told 
you that I didn't want you to do it." 

Before I was ready to even deal with him, I had to let some of my anger 
subside. I was seething, at Debbie, because I knew that Don had to have 
found out through her, or through someone that she had told. 

"Look, I'm just going over for some test shots," I said. 

"I'm sure. And some test fucks," he said to me. 

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked him. "Come on, tell me." 

"I'm sure that all that guy wants to do is fuck you, Samantha. I can't 
believe you're stupid enough not to know that." 

"Stupid! Stupid! How dare you call me stupid." 

Well, the fight looked like it was going to go on forever, and I just turned 
my back on him and walked away. 

I cried when I got home that afternoon, but then I picked out my outfit and 
took a train into the city so I could go see Ricardo at the address he'd 
given me. 

I was surprised by the way his apartment looked. I mean, I had always 
thought that a photographer would work out of a large studio, but he lived 
in a two room apartment. One room was the bedroom, where he ended up getting 
me, and the other was a large living room where he had all these backdrops 
and lights. 

As soon as I got there, he kissed me on the forehead. I wasn't put off by 
it. I'd seen this movie about a photographer once, and I remembered the way 
he had handled all his models. I thought that it was a standard thing for 
the guy to do. 

"Put on what you brought," he said to me, and he looked at me, as if he 
expected me to change right in front of him. 

"Where's the' bedroom?" I asked. 

"Look, darling, let's not pull the self-conscious act, all right. I'm bound 
to see some of you sooner or later. Besides, the bra that you're wearing now 
seems to be all wrong for your breasts, and I want to see it." 

It sounded logical enough, so I stripped off my blouse and pants. 

Ricardo walked up to me .and started to fondle my tits, through my bra. 
However, he didn't make it seem like he was just fondling them. He made it 
seem like he was doing the whole thing because of photographic requirements. 

He cupped my two tits through the bra and kind of pushed them up. I could 
feel my nipples getting stiff, and didn't mind that, but I was definitely 
not turned on to him. 

I just wanted him to make a career for me. 

"Take off the bra," he said, when he saw the black dress I'd brought. "I 
think that your nipples, pressing through, will look much better than if you 
were to wear the bra. Come on, darling, take it off." 

I was a little nervous when I unhooked my bra and bared my tits. He stood 
only a few inches away from me, and he reached out and started to pinch my 
nipples. 

"Please," I said. "What do you think you're doing?" 

"Come on, let's not get nervous. I want your nipples standing up at 
attention before you slip into that thing." 

They were so stiff that I felt a spasm in my pussy. I didn't want to feel 
it, and I kept thinking about Don. I wondered if he would try anything else. 

Ricardo was a smart operator, though, let me tell you. He tried nothing with 
me during the first shooting. I slipped into by black dress and he had me 
pose, with my hair up and down, and pulled back tightly. 

Every so often, he would walk up to me between shots and start to pinch my 
nipples again, because- they weren't staying stiff throughout the shooting. 

"Fabulous, stunning, sensational," he kept saying, which, I guess, was 
feeding my ego and making me a little weaker toward his advances. 

And I felt sensational, too. I mean, I had always dreamed of posing the way 
I was finally getting to pose, and he was snapping away with the pictures. 

Finally, it .was over. The whole thing lasted about three hours, and I was 
exhausted. 

"You can change again," he said to me. 

"You mean that's it?" I asked him. "Aren't we going to do anymore?" 

"Possibly," he said, trying to play it really cool. I know, now, that he was 
doing that so I would beg him to let me. come back. 

"Please," I said. "I've had a great time." 

"Look, darling, let me print these shots and see how you came out. A 
beautiful girl in person is not always a beautiful girl in pictures, and I'm 
curious to see how you photograph. Why don't you call me in a few days?" 

So I left his place, and when I saw Don again, he didn't seem the same. I 
mean, the attitude that he had toward me was almost one where he thought 
that I had already put out for the man. He was cold, and we didn't talk too 
much, although we still went out and fucked our brains out. I know that Don 
was suspicious about my fucking Ricardo when one night, two days after my 
shots, he finished fucking me, pulled out, then said: "Was I as good as him, 
or what?" 

I didn't think I even owed him an answer, and didn't answer him. 

Well, Ricardo knew what I was doing by making me wait. He didn't call for 
about a week and a half, and finally, Debbie talked me into calling him 
again. At first, he acted like he didn't remember who I was, but then I 
reminded him about the shots. 

Do you want to know why he didn't remember? Because he had never developed 
the pictures, even though he lied to me and told me that he did, once he 
remembered me. 

"Come over Saturday afternoon," he said. "Your shots came out good, and I 
have some outfits I'd like you to model. One of the big magazines is looking 
for some lingerie models, and I have some of the stuff here." 

I thought that modeling lingerie might be a little too provocative for me, 
but I planned to go over there anyway. 

I did, and he kissed me on the forehead again. 

Then, we moved right to the bedroom. He told me to undress completely, and I 
kept asking him where my other pictures were. 

"You'll see them after the shooting. You see, darling, I have this theory. 
Many film directors have it, too. If you see how you came out before 
everything is finished, you might not like certain things -in the way you 
looked, and you'll try to change your style. Many a film has been ruined by 
an actress who saw the rushes the day after they were shot, because she 
doesn't like herself and starts to act differently as they continue shooting 
the film. It doesn't happen with my models." 

Well, I did strip down to my panties, and didn't feel bad about it since he 
had seen me like that before. But when he insisted that I take off my 
panties, I started to get a little more nervous. 

"Darling, if you want to be a model, modesty is out. Hurry." 

As I slid out of my panties, he was staring right at me. I didn't know if he 
was licking his lips out of lust, or because they were dry. 

Well, once I was naked, he handed me this shortie nightgown. It was see 
through, and so short, that it didn't even cover my pussy. I was embarrassed 
to be wearing it, but he guaranteed me that he would shoot from the waist 
up. 

And we were shooting in the bedroom, on the bed. He had me spread my legs 
during a couple of shots, even though he kept insisting he wasn't getting my 
cunt. He even called it that. A cunt. 

"I just think that when a girl has her legs spread, she feels better, and 
that way, she ends up looking better." 

Well, it was when I was getting into my second nightie that he finally 
attacked me. I had stripped myself of the first when he walked over and 
began to touch my buttocks with his hand, squeezing firmly. 

"You're quite beautiful, clothed, but even more so, naked." 

"Please, Ricardo," I said, as he tried to move his hand to my cunt. "I'm 
really not that kind of girl." 

He was so persistent. He started to slide his fingers over my red pussy 
patch, and I could feel my cunt lips getting wet. 

Finally, I slapped him across the face, and that ticked him off. 

He pulled his hand back and slapped me ten times as hard as I had hit him. 
The blow sent me reeling back on the bed, onto my back. He jumped on top of 
me and started to kiss me as he pressed his body on mine. 

I thought of Don and what he had said. I think that was the worst part of 
all. It was as if I had been warned that I'd be raped by that bastard, and 
now that it was happening, I was scared. 

"Stop it," I was screaming, as I tried to kick him, but he was getting more 
and more brutal as I fought back. "I don't want to fuck you." 

"Do you want to be a model, kid? If you do, you've got to fuck your way up." 

I should tell you that I was no longer wet by that time. I was too scared, 
and although my cunt had been wet when he had started to touch it, that 
little amount of wetness was all there was. 

Still, he lifted his groin off my cunt, pressing all his weight down on my 
chest so that I couldn't move, and he reached down to pull his cock out of 
his pants. 

"Please," I kept begging him. "Don't rape me." 

"Rape indeed," he said. "This is just a little thing between a model and her 
photographer. The fuck fee." 

I looked at his cock and it seemed monstrous and menacing. 

He started to rub it against my cunt lips, and I could feel them pursing 
together because I didn't want him to enter me. 

"Come on," he said, and there was an incredible amount of anger in his 
voice. "Spread those fucking cunt lips for me, you beautiful bitch. I wanna 
fuck the shit out of that pussy of yours. Come on, cunt." 

I had never been spoken to like that, and I tried to slap him again. I hit 
him on his ear, really hard, and that ticked him off more than ever. 

Suddenly, he slapped me repeatedly, with both hands, hitting my face on one 
cheek and then the other so that my head was moving back and forth. 

"You fucking bitch. Don't you fucking hit me, cunt." 

Then I felt the shooting pain. For he rammed his cock right into my pussy, 
even though I was still pretty dry. Luckily enough, there was lubrication 
enough for him to move around for a while. 

But it was a rape, doctor. I didn't want it, and it was all forced. 

There were no feelings in my body as he slammed that cock in and out of me, 
as opposed to my loving sessions with Don where I had felt pleasure upon 
pleasure. 

He kept kissing me, and then moved his mouth to my neck. I swear, he started 
to bite me so hard, that the teeth marks were there for days afterwards. All 
my friends wondered why I was wearing turtlenecks for the next week or so, 
and I just couldn't tell anyone what had happened. 

In fact, doctor, you're the first person to learn about it. 

It's so hard for me to talk about it, too. 

I could feel Ricardo's thick cock pulsating in my pussy many times, and all 
I felt was a great deal of pain. Remember the way I told you that wave after 
wave of pleasure was shooting through my body when Don would fuck me. 

Well, it was pain upon pain with this man. 

It was a hard fucking, and forced to begin with. But the worst of it was yet 
to come. He started to claw my nipples with his fingers, twisting them so 
hard, as if he thought it would turn me on. I thought he would twist them 
right off. 

And my cunt started to feel drier, because he was still thrusting and I 
wasn't getting wet. That was when he did it. 

"Fucking bitch is dry," he said, spitting the words out onto my face. "Maybe 
the fucking bitch don't like to be fucked in the cunt. Maybe she's dry 
because she ain't'a cunt girl, but an ass girl." 

I really had no idea what he was talking about. I'd never thought that 
anyone would get fucked up the ass. I'd never heard of it before. 

But he pulled out of my cunt, with his cock still hard. 

Then he rolled me over on my stomach, and climbed back on top of me. I felt 
him lifting his groin up a little, but his cock head was still rubbing 
between my ass crack. 

He was moving his hand td his mouth, and I heard him spitting. 

Then he'd move his hand down to his cock, and I noticed that it was 
beginning to feel wetter. It was from his saliva. 

After a few handfuls of spit on his cock, he began to rub some of it between 
my buttocks, and then he prodded some into my asshole. 

That was when I first realized he was going to ram that dick up my asshole, 
and I swear, I burst into tears. That didn't stop him. My whole body was 
heaving as I cried, and I was having enough trouble catching my breath 
because of the crying. 

"Please don't fuck me like that," I was begging. 

"You didn't like it up the cunt, so you have to like it up the ass," he 
said. 

I felt him moving his cock head to my asshole, and then he started to prod 
it into me slowly. I couldn't believe that he was shoving it in. The whole 
thing was a fucking nightmare. Oh shit. Oh shit. 

Doctor, please give me something to drink. Please. I feel faint. 

Thanks. Thanks. 

He rammed his cock deep into my asshole. I felt his balls slap against my 
buttocks when he was in all the way, and he started to grind his cock 
around. 

The only thing I can say about it was that I was glad he had used enough 
saliva. If he hadn't, I'm sure he would have ripped the skin right off my 
ass walls. This way, at least, it was wet up there and it made his thrusting 
slides easier. 

But it didn't ease the pain that I was feeling. 

It was a combination of pure physical pain, and humiliating pain. 

And Ricardo didn't care about me. He was treating me like a piece of shit. 
Just an asshole for him to move his cock around in. 

He was licking my neck and biting me throughout the whole fuck. I don't even 
know how long it lasted, but it seemed like it could have been hours. When 
he started to throb, I thought he was going to rip my body right open. I 
couldn't believe that my asshole could take such abuse. 

As he started to come, he slammed his dick into me with an even harder 
force, and I buried my head- in his pillow to muffle the screams that were 
building up inside of me. I did start to scream, too, but he paid no 
attention at all to me. 

He just kept thrusting until his cock started to go limp. 

And there was even a great deal of pain as he started to pull his cock out 
of my asshole. It was almost as if my asshole just snapped shut when he 
pulled out. 

He lay on top of me for the longest time, and I couldn't stop crying. 

Then he stood up and I rolled over. I saw his menacing dick hanging from his 
pants, then looked at the huge grin on his face. 

"Pretty hot," he was saying. "I think the shooting's over for the day. Why 
don't you come back next week and we can do some more?" 

I started to dress as fast as I could, and that's when I decided to steal 
this particular dress. He was in the bathroom cleaning himself up as I 
finished dressing, and I saw this thing that I'm wearing hanging in his 
closet. I knew that some fashion designer must have given it to him and I 
stole it. 

I figured I deserved it for the fucking he had given me. 

I must tell you, doctor, that talking about it has made me feel a whole lot 
better. You see, it happened a few months ago, and all my friends have 
sensed the change in me since that rape. But I couldn't tell anyone about 
it. 

And Don broke up with me because I went to see Ricardo against his wishes, 
so I didn't even have him to comfort me. 

But I felt the pain, deep inside. I still feel it, but it's not as bad right 
this very minute, now that I've told someone. Even a stranger. 

I don't think I'll ever be able to model again. I'd never be able to trust 
the photographer. And as far as ever letting anyone fuck me again, well, I 
don't know. You see, when Don and I used to have it good, I could lie in bed 
and fantasize about him, and masturbate myself into a wet frenzy. 

But it never works like that anymore. I can't get into masturbation at this 
time in my life, and I know that since I can't get into that, I'll never be 
able to get into sex. Never. And when it happens, it's going to take a lot 
of time. 

CONCLUSION 

Samantha's last statement was a very intelligent one. It will take her a 
very long time before she is able to function normally when it comes to sex, 
and that has all .been indicated by her comments on her masturbating. 

For one thing, I told her that she should try and reason with Don, her 
ex-boyfriend. If he had any feelings for her, he will forget about how she 
went against his advice and take her back. 

I feel that he can help Samantha come to grips with her sexuality again, 
since she had had such good sex with him before. However, I advised Samantha 
to level with him, if she ever went back to him, and tell him what happened. 

If she doesn't, he'll be suspicious anyway, because she is not going to 
respond the way she did before her rape. If Don is understanding enough, 
he'll be able to help her. 

However, if he isn't, and Samantha is with some other man before Don, I feel 
it's imperative that she level with the man and tell him what she has gone 
through, for any man will be able to sense that there is something wrong 
anyway. And the only way a man can help her deal with the problem is for him 
to know what it's all about. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Wanda G. AGE: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Wanda G. is the daughter of some very close friends of mine, and I was the 
one who encouraged her to come and see me. I knew that there was something 
troubling her when her parents threw a party one night, and I was invited. 

Another friend had come with their son, a boy about Wanda's age. He was a 
handsome enough lad, and yet, as I sat across the room, watching him try to 
make conversation with her, I noticed how cold she was toward him. 

She tried to avoid me, but I was persistent, and finally spoke with her 
toward the end of the evening. She told me that something was troubling her, 
and I talked her into coming to my office, after a great deal of coercion. 

Wanda has short blonde hair, and full breasts. She is a beautiful enough 
girl, but it's evident, that she is quite shy and withdrawn. 

* * * 

Now, doctor, the first thing you have to promise me is that you'll never 
tell my parents what I'm about to tell you. They still think that I'm a 
virgin, which I'm not, but if they were to ever hear about the way I lost my 
virginity, I don't think they'd ever be able to handle it. 

I'm still having enough trouble with it myself, and I could do without any 
reaction from the two of them. I know you might think that I'm wrong, but I 
have a feeling that they would only make things worse if they were to know. 

So please, promise me, or else I won't let you know what happened. 

All right. Now that we've got that straight, I want to tell you some things 
about them. My folks. You see, they never talk about sex at home, and I'm 
sure that's the reason why I am the way I am. 

I really wonder if my father still fucks my mother. Oh, you might just think 
that's childish talk, but you only know what they want you to know about 
them, doctor. I live with them, all alone. I used to wish that I'd have a 
sister so I'd have someone to talk to, but I'm an only child. 

So, to be honest, I don't know what my attitudes toward sex were when I was 
raped. I really don't. And I'm confused right now. 

You see, I didn't think about sex too often, until that weekend when it all 
happened. I had never even masturbated in my life, which you might think is 
strange. 

But the whole thing happened one weekend when I went to visit my older 
friend Laura, up at college. Laura and I had been friends for years, even 
though she was two years older than I was. I was going to be graduating from 
high school in about a year, and Laura wrote me a letter, asking me to come 
up and check out her campus. 

She even called me on the phone. 

"Hey, kid, there's no reason not to come up. You'll have a room to stay at, 
and if you like the place, you can think about going to college up here." 

I don't know if my parents liked the idea of my going up there, but they 
knew how much I wanted to go, so they didn't say anything. 

When I first saw Laura on campus, she seemed to be a different person. She 
was wearing tighter clothes, and basically, I guess the whole change came 
down to sex. She had met a guy up there named Ziggy, and he had taught her 
all about sex. 

I didn't know that until Saturday night. I mean, on Friday, the day when I 
got there, we went out to dinner at this place near the campus. 

I really did love the campus. It was as if all these kids were living in 
their own private social world, where being young was the thing to be. No 
one ever spoke about their parents up there. In fact, most of them tried to 
forget about their parents, until the check was expected in the mail. 

Laura introduced me to Ziggy that night, and I thought that he was kind of 
cute. He had long black straggly hair, but a handsome face. 

They took me around the campus, filling me in on the various activities, and 
then we went to see a movie. They show movies there almost every night, for 
nothing, and the theater is swamped with college kids. 

It was sensational, especially for me because I love movies. 

Laura's roommate, Patty, had gone home for the weekend, so I was going to be 
sleeping in Patty's room. After the movie, Laura said that she and Ziggy 
were going to go back to his place for a while, and so, I went to her room. 

I sat around there, and then, I saw this book on her bookshelf. It was all 
about sex, and there were these incredibly explicit pictures in it, with men 
and women fucking. It was the first time in my life that I'd ever seen a 
hard cock, and I honestly couldn't believe some of the positions that they 
were in. 

I was so fascinated with the book, that I was still reading it when Laura 
got back. 

She smiled when she saw what I was reading, and as she got undressed, we 
started to have one of the sexiest conversations I'd ever had. 

"Do you like that book?" she asked. "I love page twenty-three. What a 
fantastic position. It took me a while to master it, but I did." 

I turned to the page and saw the position she was talking about. The girl in 
the picture was practically doubled over, with the guy fucking her from 
behind, and her head between her legs so she could try and lick his balls. 

"Laura, have you ever fucked anyone?" I asked her. 

"Of course," she said, and she started to laugh. "What do you think Ziggy 
and I were doing just before? We went to his place to ball." 

"Wow. I don't know anyone whose done it yet." 

"Wanda, you mean to tell me that you've never let a boy fuck you yet?" 

"No. I've never even thought about it." 

"I can't believe that. God, I used to think about it all the time when I was 
back home, but I never let anything happen. It was too close to home, and I 
didn't want my folks to know what I would do. Besides, the chance never came 
along. But then, when I got up here and met Ziggy, well, it happened." 

"What's it like?" I asked. 

"Oh, it's the most fantastic thing you can think of. The procedure is really 
just a basic thing. I mean, the guy gets his dick really hard. Ziggy's cock 
is terrific. You wouldn't believe the difference between his dick when it's 
hard, and when it's soft. It grows about four times its size, and he's so 
thick. Then, he usually eats my pussy a little while I suck his cock, just 
so we can work each other up." 

While she was talking about it, she had this huge smile on her face. I had 
the feeling that she was living a fuck over in her mind as she told me about 
it. 

"When I'm wet enough, then he enters me. I will admit that the first time it 
was harder than most. My pussy was virgin, and his cock was so thick that I 
never thought he'd be able to get it into me. But he was persistent. Even 
after he thrust in, I was in pain for a couple of minutes. I had to stretch 
and stretch. But then, my pussy just adjusted to his size, and it was easier 
after that. 

"And he just thrusts in and out. I mean, it can get boring, when you just do 
that, I guess. If you don't like the person. But I really dig the Zig, and 
when he fucks me I feel this incredible pleasure." 

I was pretty confused. I didn't understand her at all. I mean, one minute 
she was telling me that there was pain, and the next minute she was telling 
me that there was pleasure. I know that Laura must have spotted my look of 
confusion, because of what she said to me next. 

"Haven't you ever masturbated before?" 

"No," I told her, and she looked even more shocked. 

"I'm going to teach you how," she said. "Look, you're sixteen now, and soon 
you'll be getting yourself laid, okay. I think you should know what 
pleasures your body is capable of bringing to you, okay? Take off those 
pajama bottoms." 

I don't even know why I did it, but I was curious. As I stripped of my 
pajama bottoms, she was starting to get undressed. Her body looked so much 
fuller than mine, and I wondered if her active sex life had anything to do 
with it. 

Once we were naked, we lay on our beds. I mean, she was on hers and I was on 
Patty's. 

"Okay," Laura said. "The best way to start is to relax your body, and you 
can do that by stroking yourself. Play with your nipples, mainly, because 
they're one of the most sensitive parts, besides your cunt. But you don't 
get to that until later." 

She started to pull on her small black nipples, and I played with my red 
ones. As I touched them, I could feel them getting stiffer, and I had to 
admit that the feelings running through my body were pretty nice. 

After a while, she started to move her hands down her belly and through her 
thick black pussy bush. She rubbed her own thighs, and I did the same with 
mine. Then she told me to spread my cunt lips and massage them gently. 

"Do you feel your clit growing?" she asked. "Wiggle it. The whole idea with 
a woman is to get her clit stimulated. That's what the guy's cock is going 
to stimulate, so you should get used to the way it feels. It's going to get 
harder, and when it does, well, you'll feel what you're supposed to feel." 

I watched as she started to masturbate her pussy, and her tits were heaving 
up and down like crazy. I could feel my own body starting to burst with 
pleasure, too, for I started to massage my clit. 

My cunt was getting very wet, too, and I discovered that I got off when I 
wiggled my clit fast and hard. It was slippery from my pussy juices, so 
there were times when I kept losing hold of it. 

But most of the time, I was in pleasure heaven, doctor. 

In some ways, I was also feeling like a jerk. I mean, I couldn't believe 
that I had to have waited for a friend to teach me about masturbation. I 
felt as if it was something that I should have been doing for the past few 
years. 

"Yeah, that's it," Laura was saying. "Now try this variation. Listen. Hold 
your fingers steady and thrust your cunt up and down so that your cunt is 
moving." 

I did what she said, and I felt my pussy walls starting to get tight 
immediately. The more that happened, the better I felt, and the faster I 
wanted to go. Soon, I was moving so fast and getting so turned on, that 
Laura stopped what she was doing and just looked over to watch me. 

I didn't notice that until I had come, hard, and was just lying there 
waiting for the feelings to subside. As I lay there trying to catch my 
breath, with my tits heaving up and down, she started to talk again. 

Now that you've mastered fingering yourself, you should find yourself a guy. 
I have an idea. I'll ask Ziggy to set you up with a friend of his for 
tomorrow night's dance, and maybe if you like him you can get it on." 

"I don't know if I'm ready," I said to Laura. "This is all happening too 
fast." 

"Well, you waited long enough. Look, sex is like pot and alcohol. Once you 
realize how sensational it is, you just can't stop. You want more and more." 

"And what would happen if I did? How could I get more, living home with my 
folks?" 

"Wanda, you aren't going to be living there forever. Besides, if you learn 
that you like sex, find a boyfriend in high school with a car, that's all." 

We both had a laugh over that, and then, I felt so tired. Laura told me that 
it was quite understandable, since sex tended to tire a person out. 

"And if you're exhausted, think about me. Ziggy and I fucked three times, 
and then I came here and started to masturbate. I'm pooped." 

So we both went to sleep, and I felt real content that night. 

The next day, she took me all around the town, and I loved it. It was like 
the college kids not only dominated the campus (which I guess was to be 
expected), but they also dominated the town. It was a college town, so all 
the store owners were real friendly to us. I had a sensational time. 

At about six-thirty, we went to meet Ziggy for dinner, and that was when I 
met Jeffrey. Jeffrey was a cute looking guy, with short red hair, but I knew 
from the second I laid eyes on him that I didn't want to fuck him. 

I don't know what Ziggy had told his friend, but it seemed like Jeffrey was 
expecting me to put out for him. At one point, I followed Laura to the 
bathroom and told her how I felt, and she told me that I didn't have to do 
anything I didn't want to do. 

I was reassured, I guess, and when they suggested we go to the dance, I 
thought it would be great. It was a college mixer, and I'd heard so much 
about them that I was looking forward to it. 

Jeffrey and I started doing some disco dancing, something that I loved, and 
then, when they played slower music, he pulled me close to him. We started 
to grind, and I felt the way he was rubbing his crotch against me. It wasn't 
turning me on, because he just didn't turn me on. And he started to get more 
and more aggressive. 

I decided that the only thing to do was ditch him. I waited for him to go to 
the bathroom, and looked around the room for Laura and Ziggy. They were 
nowhere in sight, and since Laura had given me the key to her room, I 
decided to head back there. 

As I got there, I could hear some noise coming from inside. I had a feeling 
that they were fucking, and maybe that's why I went ahead and opened the 
door as quietly as I possibly could. 

Sure enough, there they were, naked, and in the position that Laura had told 
me was on page twenty-three. 

I saw them from the side. She was doubled over, bent forward, and he was 
fucking her cunt from behind. I saw how thick his cock was each time he 
pulled out, and there were a few times when he pulled out all the way. 

I think those were just accidents, and he must have slipped, because I'd 
hear them both groan. Like they were frustrated, and then he'd try to get 
himself back into her cunt as fast as he could. 

I watched how she tried to put her head between her legs. She was always 
into dancing, and I guess she was double-jointed in some way. I mean, she 
could actually stick her head between her legs and lick his balls, just like 
they were doing in the picture. Only this was reality, and not a still. 

They kept fucking and fucking, and I saw how taut his buttocks were each 
time he would thrust into her cunt. 

In some ways, it was turning me on, and in other ways, it scared me. 

I kept thinking that one day this would happen to me, and I didn't know if I 
was ready to ever let it happen. 

Then, I heard a noise in the hallway, and I figured I'd better close their 
door and hightail it out of there. I just started running, but didn't know 
where to go. I thought of going back to the dance, but Jeffrey would still 
be there, and I didn't want him coming near me. 

So I decided to walk around the campus. I didn't think it would be 
dangerous, but it turned out to be just that. For someone was waiting in the 
bushes, and I was going to be his victim. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Wanda came to see me, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans 
and an electric looking blouse. 

In some ways, the blouse went against her shy personality, for it was loud, 
and the kind of thing you might expect a swinging girl to wear. I didn't 
comment on it because I actually thought that it was good for her. 

People always tend to judge other people on their physical appearances, and 
since Wanda had always given off the appearance of being shy and withdrawn, 
the blouse was a good thing for her, giving her a different look. 

* * * 

I sometimes wonder if Jeffrey was the one who raped me. I did walk out on 
him at the dance, and for all I know, he could have followed me up to 
Laura's room and then watched me run out onto the campus, and then attack 
me. 

Of course, I'll never know who did it because it was dark outside, and I was 
pulled behind a clump of bushes. 

But I did hear footsteps for a while before I was grabbed, and I swear, when 
I think of the joke I made of those footsteps, I could kill myself. You see, 
as I was walking along the campus, I first heard the footsteps, and I 
started to think that I was in some kind of thriller movie. 

I started to pretend that someone was following me and getting ready to 
attack me. In reality, that was the last thing in my mind, of course, since 
I thought that the campus was one of the safest places to be. 

So I imagined that someone was after me, and I started to walk faster. When 
the footsteps were moving faster too, I thought it was funny. In fact, I 
remember laughing. 

I started to run, and then the footsteps were running too. 

As I moved past this clump of bushes, I suddenly felt something at my feet. 
It was as if the person was tackling me, and that's when I realized that the 
whole thing was no longer a joke, and that it was all real. 

For I was knocked to the ground and then dragged behind these bushes. 

The man, who I couldn't see because it was too dark, sat on my stomach and 
started to hit me in the face a few times. 

You can believe that I was frightened out of my wits. 

"Gonna fuck you baby," he was singing. Yes, singing! I couldn't believe it. 

It was as if the whole thing was a joke to him, and he was making a song up 
about the rape that he was about to pull off. 

Then, I felt him sliding down my body so that he was sitting on my legs. He 
moved his fingers to my blouse and started to rip the buttons right open. I 
was wearing a bra, and he just pulled it down under my tits. 

Then he moved his mouth to my tit and started to bite my nipple. 

Two feelings were running through me at the same time. Fear and pleasure. 

Yes, doctor, pleasure. You look as surprised as I am when I think about it. 
For even though he was biting my nipple pretty hard, I was beginning to feel 
it stiffen. I could also feel my cunt starting to get wet. 

He moved his mouth from one tit to the other, sucking and biting. 

Then, he started to pull at my pants. That was when I knew he was going to 
fuck my cunt, and no matter how much pleasure I had been feeling, I knew I 
couldn't lose my virginity that way. 

I started to pound my fists against his chest, but he was so strong. I was 
hitting him as hard as I could, and none of my blows seemed to be affecting 
him. 

"Gonna fuck that pussy, baby," he said. 

He pulled my pants down, then ripped my panties right off. As I said, my 
cunt had gotten a little wet because of the way he had been licking my 
nipples, and when he moved his hand to my pussy and felt the wetness, he 
laughed again. 

"And a hot pussy bitch at that," he sung out, like everything else. 

He started to slide his fingers in and out of my cunt, and as he did, he was 
turning his body around. I remembered when Laura told me how she and Ziggy 
got into foreplay before fucking, and I assumed that he just wanted to lick 
my cunt. 

What I hadn't known was that while he was stripping off my panties, he was 
also pulling his cock out of his pants. 

When he turned around, moving his mouth to my cunt, he was also moving his 
stiff dick to my mouth. I felt him rubbing it against my lips, and I kept 
them clenched shut because I didn't think I could suck him. 

However, he pulled on my cunt lips so hard, that I opened my mouth to 
scream. When I did that, he rammed his way right into my mouth, deep. 

I gagged on his cock, and when he heard that, his dick throbbed in my mouth. 
He started to thrust it in and out of my mouth, pretty fast, and I could 
taste it. 

And he was eating my cunt. He kept my cunt lips spread wide, and moved his 
mouth to my clit. He started to lick it and nibble on it, and I could feel 
it swelling. Once it was fully hard, my cunt started to get wetter. 

So he kept sucking on my pussy juices, and moaning at the same time. 

Now even though Laura had told me about sex, I still didn't know too much 
about a man's orgasm. When his cock started to throb in my mouth, and then 
he started to shoot the come right onto my tongue, I really thought that he 
was pissing in my mouth. 

I started to retch, and thought that I'd throw up. I didn't swallow any of 
the come, but instead, just let it stay in my mouth until I could let it 
drip out. It didn't taste so bad, but seeing as how I didn't know what it 
was, I certainly was not going to let myself, swallow it. 

He kept his dick in my mouth for a long time, even after he had come. 

That was another thing I didn't know. A guy loses his hard-on after an 
orgasm, but this man just didn't. His cock did get a little smaller, but it 
was still pretty big in my mouth. And he stayed in my mouth until, I guess, 
he felt that he was ready enough to fuck me. 

When he pulled out of my mouth, I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. No words 
left my throat. And he turned his body around on top of mine and drove his 
cock into my cunt with one deep, hard thrust, ripping right through my 
hymen. 

I felt the skin ripping, and it was painful. 

But then, he started to thrust back and forth very fast, and soon, the pain 
was changing to pleasure. It shocked me that I could feel pleasure during a 
rape. 

I still don't understand why. My cunt was starting to spasm around his cock 
very hard, and soon, there were tingling sensations running through my 
entire body, and I thought that I was going to explode. 

I heard him panting, and he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard. 

But then again, everything was so hard and forceful, so the kiss was kind of 
nice in comparison to all that. 

His cock started to pulsate many times in my cunt, and I thought that he was 
going to shoot that pissy come again. 

But each time he would pulsate, he'd thrust in deep and keep himself there 
for a few minutes, then start up again when the pulsations subsided. 

I'd say the whole thing lasted about a half an hour, and not one person 
passed by on the campus the entire time. Maybe if someone had, they would 
have stopped him or caught him. But then again, I'm kind of glad he got 
away. 

When he started to come inside of me, I felt these thick gobs of cream 
filling me up, and I thought that I was going to pass out. My pleasures were 
at such an incredible high by that point, and I know that I did come when he 
fucked me, a few times. 

As soon as he'd come, he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants, 
then started to run off. I waited until the footsteps could no longer be 
heard, and then I lay there for a while before I could pull myself together. 

I was a mess when I got back to' Laura's room, and I interrupted another 
fuck between her and Ziggy. When they saw me fall in, they sensed what had 
happened. At first, they thought that Jeffrey had made me, and like I said, 
maybe he did. 

I have no idea who that rapist was, but he left me so confused, and filled 
with fear. Well, Laura was really the one who filled me with fear. She asked 
me if he had come inside of me, and when I said yes, she said I could be 
pregnant. 

It wasn't until I got my period, three weeks later, that I stopped worry 
about that particular problem. 

But there are still so many other things that I worry about. For one thing, 
I don't want my parents to find out that it ever happened. 

And for another, I worry about how I'm going to react the next time I ever 
let anyone touch me. I don't know if I'm going to be frigid, or if I'm going 
to be able to get into it, and the more I think about it, the less I ever 
want to experience it again. 

Remember when you saw me at my parents' party, and you came up to me after I 
kind of told that boy to leave me alone. 

Well, he had been coming on to me, and although I thought he was kind of 
cute, I'm just not ready to let anyone fuck me. And he made it clear that he 
did want to make it with me, hence, the reason for my frigid attitude toward 
him. 

And how am I going to like sex? The rapist was really brutal with his 
thrusting, so is that the way I'm going to need it when I finally get into 
it? They say that a first time has a lot of influence on a young girl, and 
my first time was not your typical experience. 

The thing that I'm glad about is that Laura and I had that masturbation 
session the night before the rape. I think that if we hadn't, I would have 
felt a lot more pain while it was happening. I still feel a little pain from 
it now. 

CONCLUSION 

All the questions that Wanda asked me at the end, are questions that I told 
her cannot be answered unless she had another sexual experience. It is 
unfortunate that her first time had to be so brutal, but there is nothing 
that she can do about it now. 

Acting frigid toward boys who are trying to be tender and gentle with her is 
certainly not going to help things. Also, there are many women who like it 
hard, so there is no reason to think that there's anything wrong with that, 
either. 

I am planning to keep in touch with Wanda, and hopefully, I'll be able to 
help her in the future, in one way or the other. Hers was a very interesting 
case. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Kim E. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Kim is a cute girl with freckles, and straight red hair. When' she came to 
see me she was wearing an ordinary work shirt and faded jeans, and it was 
obvious to me that she is the kind of girl who is not out to impress anyone 
with her appearance. 

I am not putting her down, and I don't want to lead you to believe that she 
is unattractive in any sort of way. She is, in fact, a kind of nature-type 
girl who wears no make-up, and can get away with it. 

When she came to see me, the shirt she wore was open in the front, revealing 
most of her breasts, and she didn't seem at all ashamed. 

She was also, refreshingly enough, more than willing to talk. 

* * * 

My brother David is the one who got me involved in the whole nature thing, 
and I owe him a great deal. Of course, when you hear what else he got me 
involved in, you might think that he's a shit. 

I don't. Not at all. Except for the fact that he split, went cross-country, 
promised to write me, and just never did. For that he's on my shit list, but 
for everything else, he's the tops. The best fucking brother a girl could 
want, and the best fuck, too. 

Oh, there you go, doctor, making judgement. I know you didn't say anything, 
but that look on your face says it all. I don't give a fuck. 

Look, my folks died in a plane crash a few months back, and it was a hard 
time for me and Dave. We inherited a fucking bundle, too, and after we sold 
the house and all their shit, we realized that we were set for a good number 
of years. 

The two of us got a small apartment, because it was all we needed. We had 
our own bedrooms, and no, doctor, we hadn't slept with each other yet. 

I mean, not until a few weeks after we had our apartment. 

It all happened one night so suddenly. I was lying in bed, and I started to 
think about mom and dad, and how I should have been much, much closer to 
them. I hardly ever told them that I loved them, and I did, and as I thought 
about it, I knew I'd never be able to. I guess you could call it a case of 
the guilts. That's what Dave did. 

He heard me starting to cry, and I must have been crying for such a long 
time that he had to come in and check out what was happening. 

I was naked, as I always am when I sleep, and he walked into my room and sat 
down on my bed. He tried to hug me to comfort me, and that's when it all 
happened. I mean, first I told him why I was freaking out the way I was, and 
then, he kissed me. 

But it wasn't a brotherly kiss. He was three years older than me, and a hot 
looking guy with short black hair and a fab body. 

When he kissed me, it was like a man kissing a woman, and suddenly, he was 
pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me. 

He was naked when he walked into the room, too, and as he kissed me, I felt 
that lovely dick of his starting to get hard. It was only natural for us to 
fuck, doctor, so don't look at me like I committed sin number one. Shit, 
I'll leave if you start to put me on a guilt trip. 

When I felt his cock, I knew I had to have it in me. 

I had fucked around quite a lot, so I wasn't a virgin or anything like that, 
either. I guided Dave into my pussy, and after I had his cock head past my 
cunt lips, I wrapped my legs around his ass and squeezed so that he had to 
keep moving in deeper. 

"Kim, you're a hot bitch," he said, and he kissed me. 

I took it as a compliment, doctor. I could feel my cunt spasming tightly 
around his cock because of the way he was thrusting, and soon, he started to 
pulsate. I loved it when that happened, but the fuck was so good that I knew 
it couldn't end so fast. I wrapped my legs around his ass again, really 
tighter this time, and made him rest inside of me so he couldn't thrust his 
way into orgasmville. 

We were both sweating, and we just kept kissing and grinding. 

I made him pull out of me at one point because I just had to see what his 
cock looked like, glistening and coated with my cunt cream. 

When he was out of my cunt, I started to lick him. I love to suck dicks, 
when I want one, and his was more than appealing. 

He had the heaviest balls, too. They hung so low in that scrotal sack of 
his, and there was one point when I was sucking on his balls and massaging 
his cock at the same time. He started to moan and told me he was going to 
come soon. 

So I sucked him back into my mouth just as the first load came out. It 
landed right on my tongue, where my taste buds are their most sensitive, and 
believe me, my brother had the best come I'd ever tasted. 

I kept "sucking him and sucking him, and I could tell that I was not only 
draining him of his cream, but also of his energy. 

He lay on the bed after we were finished, and I kept playing with his cock 
because I wanted to get him up again. 

As we stroked each other, we talked about what we were going to do in the 
future. When he told me he wanted to- travel, I was pissed. 

"You're just feeling guilty now about fucking me, right? You want to leave 
me." 

"Oh Kim, cut the shit," he said. "You just want to make yourself believe 
that crap, so fuck you. Look, we've got a lot of money now, and it ain't 
gonna last. I wanna see things while I can, before I have to settle down 
into the nine to five routine for the rest of my life." 

"Ha. You'll never be able to pull that off no matter how you try." 

"Maybe not now, Kimmy, but I'm gonna have to do it sometime in my life. So 
now, I wanna go cross-country. How about you?" 

'T like it here, toots. Besides, someone has to watch our place, know what I 
mean? We got all our shit here." 

I felt his cock throbbing in my hand, and I knew that he was ready for a 
heavy fucking session. Well, I spread my legs and he entered me with long, 
powerful thrusts. I loved it. He was fucking my brains out. 

The best fucker in the world, which is probably what he's doing right now. 

Well, we fucked ourselves into a frenzy that night, and when he came in my 
pussy, I kept him there until he was hard again. And then, when he was, he 
started to thrust in and out once more. 

My pussy was dripping with come by the time he was finished, and I think it 
had to be the most satisfying fuck of my life. 

We did get it on a few more times during the next few weeks, when Dave, if 
you'll forgive the cliche, was getting his shit together. 

He wanted to figure out just what he was going to need to do the 
cross-country number, and he ended up buying a used camper. He also had to 
take traveler's checks, because I told him that if he took cash, he'd get 
ripped off. 

I swear, doctor, as I sit here now, I'm still worrying about that 
inconsiderate scumbag. I'm saying that with all the love I have, you must 
understand. I mean, he's been gone a couple of weeks, and not one letter or 
call, or nothing. 

But I know that he can take care of himself. He's real cool when it comes to 
looking out for himself. Really with it. 

But now, you want to know about my rape. 

It was a rape, in all technical senses of the word, even though I'd invited 
the guy to stay over in my apartment. Why not? 

Look, doctor, you're giving me that fucking look again, and I don't care for 
it. 

Why don't you let me explain before you make those fucking faces because 
they're beginning to piss me off, and I won't come back again next week if 
you take that attitude. 

One day, about four weeks ago, there was a knock on the door, right? 

There was this cute guy named Eddie at the door, and he told me that he had 
run across my brother while traveling cross-country, right? He knew Dave's 
name, and even knew what he looked like, so there was no reason not to 
believe him. 

He said that Dave had told him that when he got to the city, he could crash 
at our place for a couple of days. Well, with a recommendation from my 
brother, of course I was going to let him stay. I never knew he'd be a 
fucking psychotic rapist. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Kim came to see me, she was wearing a pair of overalls and 
no shirt underneath. She did wear a jacket, which she took off as soon as 
she entered my office. However, once the jacket was off, her breasts were 
almost completely naked. 

She didn't seem to care at all, and I must admit that even though I had been 
giving her strange looks that annoyed her during her first interview, she 
was really one of the most charming patients I'd ever interviewed. 

I told her that before she even started, just to make sure that she wouldn't 
read me all wrong, and I think we had an understanding after that. 

* * * 

Eddie was a charming enough guy, but believe me doctor, I'm not an easy 
fuck. I know whether or not I want to lay someone when I first meet him, and 
when I met Eddie, with his curly brown hair and scraggly beard, I knew I 
just wanted to be his friend. 

And I had no questions at all in mind when it came to letting him stay over. 

He ended up staying one night because I threatened to call the cops on him 
if he ever came back the next day. 

But let me tell you all about the night. It began with a nice vegetarian 
dinner that I had made, and Eddie kept asking me where the meat was. I told 
him I wasn't into eating animals, and I could tell that he took an attitude 
already. 

"You into getting high?" he asked. 

"Depends on what," I told him. "Pot, yes. Booze, no." 

"What about some wicked coke that'll make you fly high?" 

"I never tried anything like that, but I'll try it once." 

"Good, he said, and we went into the living room and he started to set it 
up. I'd always been curious about cocaine, and after about five snorts, I 
was flying high. 

That was when Eddie started to get more aggressive. We were sitting on the 
couch and he put his arm around my shoulder and started to pull me closer to 
him. He moved his lips to my ear and kissed me. 

"Knock it off," I said, and I tried to push him away. 

"Hey, chickie, I wanna fuck you," he said. 

Now doctor, as I told you, I've been around, but I hate these scumbags who 
think that they can fuck you just because they have these ego problems. 
Eddie's was more than that. He's a fucking sick loony. 

I pushed him away and stood up, with my hands on my hips. 

"I'm going to sleep now, kiddo, and you can still stay. Dave's room is down 
the hall on the right, and don't try to get into my room, got it? I don't 
wanna fuck you. Understand? No fucking." 

I walked into my room and felt pretty secure, I must admit. I had made 
myself perfectly clear to him, so what did I have to fear. 

Well, I was just climbing into bed, wearing nothing, when suddenly, he 
kicked my goddamn bedroom door right open. He had a crazed look in his face, 
and he also had his hard dick in his hand. 

He was wearing no shirt, and I saw how hairy his chest was, and he had on 
his pants. But the fly was open and his dick was out. 

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch, whether you want it or not." 

I think that was the moment when I started to panic. 

, I tried to get up and run past him, but he socked me in the stomach. I 
swear. It was a rucking powerful blow, and he really knocked all my energy 
right out of me. I doubled over in pain, and as I did that, he shoved his 
cock into my mouth. 

"Suck that powerful stick, baby," he said, and he rammed it so deep into my 
throat that I thought I was going to gag. 

Now doctor, I think if we hadn't had our little talk before this second 
interview, you'd be giving me a dirty look now because of what I'm going to 
tell you. 

No, I still hated what he was doing. That fucking psycho. 

But the reason that it wasn't all that bad was because of the coke we had 
done. I really think it was laced with something else, like PCP which is 
supposed to be this deadly kind of hallucinogen. 

I was beginning to hallucinate, and I saw all these strange images. 

That freaked me out a lot, too. I kept thinking that he was going to kill me 
with his battering ram cock, for each time he rammed it deep in my throat, I 
thought that I would gag to death. 

He started to come in my mouth a few seconds after he first began to thrust. 
Or it seemed like a few seconds. I guess it was the drug. It could have been 
hours. 

But when he came, do you know what I did? I saved all his fucking come in my 
mouth and as he pulled his semi-limp dick out of my mouth, I spit the come 
all over his face and his chest so that he was dripping with it. 

Wrong! I never should have done that, for it just set him off even more and 
he slapped me hard across the face. 

I fell back on my bed, and he fell between my legs. He started to eat my 
cunt, but he was really ripping at me. He chewed on my cunt lips, until I 
thought he was going to eat them right off. 

Talk about brute force. The guy didn't know what the word gentle meant. 

He kept eating me, and as I thrust my cunt up against his face, hoping that 
I might knock him out or something, he slid his fingers under my buttocks 
and started to move them to my asshole. He rammed one finger right up my 
asshole, digging it in deep. 

I'm just glad it wasn't his cock, which probably would have killed me. 

So I was under his control, seeing as how I was stoned and he was eating me 
and finger-fucking my ass at the same time. 

I know that he was waiting for his dick to get hard again so he could fuck 
my cunt, for _ as soon as he was hard, he climbed up on the bed. 

He pulled my legs up over his shoulders as he plunged his dick into my cunt. 
I was trying to scratch his face with my long toe nails, and he moved his 
mouth to one of my toes and started to bite on it. 

Shit! Did it ever hurt. I thought, once more, that he was going to bite 
parts of me off. He was such a fucking animal, and his teeth were digging 
into my toe. 

He kept humping me, thrusting and grinding, and I felt as ff I was going to 
faint. 

I think that I must have blacked out at certain moments, for there were 
marks on my body the next morning that I know must have gotten there from 
his abusive manners. For instance, there were teeth marks on my belly the 
next morning, and I don't remember him biting me there, but since the marks 
were on me, he had to have done it. 

When he started to come inside of me, it seemed like he was shooting 
forever. 

But because he knew that he was coming, and that it was going to be the end 
of the fucking, he slammed himself into me just to get in the last few hard 
thrusts. 

And I passed out, doctor. Really. 

It had to have been the drug, because if anything like that rape had 
happened to me in a normal state of mind, I would have gotten up as soon as 
it was over. Instead, I passed out and didn't wake up until the next 
morning. 

He was there, sleeping with me. I thought that took balls, and I'm just glad 
that I got up before he did, otherwise he might have fucked me again. 

As soon as I got up, I got dressed, and then I woke up him. 

"I just called the cops," I told him. "If you don't get the fuck out of here 
right this second, they're going to come and take you away." 

Well, you never saw anyone haul-ass as fast as that shitface did. 

He ran into the living room and put on his pants and shirt, and he was 
running out the door as he was pulling up his fly. In fact, he ended up 
leaving his underwear on my bed, because he must have squirmed out of them 
during the night. 

I burned them, as a kind of protest. 

And now, doctor dear, you gotta hear the clincher to this whole thing. 
Remember when I was here last week, I told you that I was pissed at my 
brother because he hadn't called me since he left to go cross-country. 

Well, he called me last night, and I started to talk to him. 

"Your friend Eddie spent the night here," I said to him. 

"My friend Eddie? Sis, have you been eating too many vegetables? I don't 
have any friend that I can think of named Eddie." 

"Come on, brother, don't lie. He told me that he met you going cross-country 
and that you told him he could stay here whenever he wanted to." 

"Nope, never said that to anyone," he told me. 

"Then how the fuck did he know you?" I asked. 

We went on and on, and when I described Eddie for him, he started to 
remember seeing some guy like that in a restaurant he had stopped at. As it 
turns out, for at least from the story we can make of it, Eddie, that 
shitface scumbag, was sitting next to Dave at this restaurant in Arizona, 
when Dave was trying to make the waitress. 

He had been, telling her all about where he came from, mentioning names, and 
Eddie must have picked up on it. He probably thought that he could stay with 
me for a long time, but I'm glad I caught on to him fast. 

I'm not glad he raped me, doc. I swear, if I ever run into him, even just 
walking down the street, I will not hesitate at all. I'll just walk up to 
him, smile at him, then knee the motherfucker in the balls and walk away, 
with that same big smile on my face. 

CONCLUSION 

I am sure that Kim will have no after-effects from the rape she experienced, 
because she seems to have a good enough understanding of herself and people 
to be able to deal with what happened. The only thing I could really tell 
her was to be a little more wary of people, and a little less trusting than 
she is right now. 

I must admit that I do not enjoy giving advice like that, because I would 
like people to always be kind and trusting of one another, but nowadays, it 
just can't always be like that. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Diane E. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Diane is a short girl with short black hair and rather large breasts for a 
girl of her age. Her breasts are so large, in fact, that they throw her 
entire figure off. I am sure, however, that as she continues to grow, things 
will balance out. 

When she came to see me, she wore a pair of tight corduroy pants, and a 
brown blouse, open at the top to reveal enough cleavage to titillate. 

Diane seemed like a rather brazen girl, and was eager to talk about her 
experiences. 

* * * 

When I think back to the whole thing, it was probably all my fault. After 
all, I was aware of the fact that Tony would spy on me all the time, and 
whenever I would see him, I'd put on a show for him. 

I don't even remember when I first noticed that we had this peeping Tom 
neighbor. I don't even know if I feel right about calling him a peeping Tom. 

You see, Tony is about eighteen, and I don't even know where his head is at. 
He graduated high school last year, and never went to college, and never got 
a job, either. He would just sit home all the time, and the reason I don't 
know if a peeping Tom label is appropriate is because our windows just face 
each other. 

So he wasn't really trying to look intentionally. 

But one night, I remember, I had my shades up and I was getting ready for 
bed. I undressed and stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. Admiring 
might not be the right word, either. As you can see, doctor, I have trouble 
expressing myself. 

I think, to be perfectly honest with you, that I was looking at my body in 
the mirror because my tits are too big. 

I love them, don't get me wrong, and most of the guys I go to school with 
like me a lot because of my tits. I know that. But right now, my body hasn't 
caught up with my tits, and they're out of proportion. 

As I started to play with my nipples, a favorite pastime of mine, I could 
feel them starting to swell up. 

That's when I remembered that my window shade was up, and when I looked 
over, I saw Tony, sitting by his window, watching me. 

He had his tongue out, as if he was panting, and it was so weird. 

But you know what I did then? I pulled the shade down and then started to 
think about him. As I did, I could feel myself beginning to get a little 
hot. 

I was the first girl to really start growing tits in my class. I matured 
very early, doctor, and I used to masturbate a lot. Well, the idea, that 
this guy was getting off on watching me was turning me on, and I found 
myself getting wet between the legs. 

I moved to my bed and lay down, then spread my legs really wide and moved my 
fingers to my cunt. I started to massage my pussy lips, and they swelled up 
pretty much. I felt myself spasming inside, and my clit was getting stiff. 

I started to jerk my fingers in and out of my cunt, fast. 

As I did, my whole body was swelling with passion. I could feel myself 
coming again and again, and then I started to think about Donald. 

Donald was the first and only boy I'd ever fucked, until Tony got me, that 
is. 

It had all happened one night in the park. I never thought that I ever would 
have lost my virginity at such a young age, but Donald started to play with 
my tits and he got me so hot, that I started to rub my legs together. 

That led to his moving his hands down and fingering my cunt, and once he had 
his fingers up there, I was under his complete control. 

Basically, he just pulled his cock out and pulled my pants down, and I sat 
on his lap and let him slide that dick into me. 

It turned out to be really nice, and I used to think about it a lot and 
masturbate, the way I was doing it that night. 

However, just as I was about to reach my peak, the shade suddenly flew up. 

I used to have a lot of trouble with that shade, and it picked the wrong 
time to go up on me. Tony was still sitting by the window, as if he had been 
waiting for me to pull the shade up. 

Only that time, he got a glimpse of me on my bed, with my fingers furiously 
fucking my own cunt. I was so lost in what I was doing, that I had no time 
to go and pull the shade back down. I continued to work my fingers, and I 
kept staring at Tony. 

That was when I noticed his arm moving. I could only see him from the chest 
up, since he was sitting, but when I saw his arm moving, I knew that he was 
masturbating as he watched me. I thought about what his cock must have 
looked like, and that made me come even harder than I was already coming. 

Now that doesn't mean I wanted to fuck Tony. I didn't. 

To tell you the truth, after my one fuck with Donald, I had decided that I 
was going to wait for the right boy to come along. I had liked Donald, and 
the fucking was nice, but I knew that it would be better when I fell in love 
with a guy. 

Besides, I would tell myself, I'm only fifteen and I don't want to start 
getting a reputation. It would have been easy for me to get one, since I 
have such big tits and most of the guys in my class liked to try and think 
of me as a whorish kind. 

But I wasn't. 

There was a great deal of fascination with what Tony and I were doing, 
however. We were both turning each other on, and I knew it all had to do 
with voyeurism. 

After that first time, it would happen again and again. Most of the times 
when it happened, I wanted it to happen. I mean, the shade wouldn't just fly 
up. I would pull it up and then start my show. 

I even remember a night when I stood in front of the window, completely 
naked, and spread my cunt lips for him so he could practically see all of my 
inner pussy. I started to thrust my cunt against the window, and I even left 
come stains there. 

Maybe I should have realized that I was leading him on a little on this 
particular afternoon when I ran into him. I was on my way home from school 
and he was sitting on his front porch. As he saw me passing, he got up and 
ran after me. 

"Hi, Diane," he said, and he even sounded like he was a little batty. 

"Hi, Tony. Haven't seen you around in a while." 

"I've seen you," he said to me. "I've seen all of you that there is to see, 
if you know what I mean. All of you." 

"Oh yeah, do you like what you see?" I asked, hardly even realizing how much 
I was leading him on by my questioning. 

"Love it, Diane. You have great tits and a terrific pussy." 

What I did next must have really been the clincher that made him decide to 
finally rape me when he had the chance. 

I slapped him across the face. It wasn't a hard slap. It was, in fact, doing 
it all as a joke. 

"You fresh little boy," I said. "You shouldn't use such naughty words with 
me. I've never heard such filth. Goodbye." 

Maybe if I had thought about Tony a little bit more, and tried to figure out 
why he hadn't done anything after high school, and why he never went out or 
had any friends, I would have known better. 

I mean, you just can't joke with someone who's a little sick. Off the deep 
end, so to speak, because you can really set them off. 

And to top it off, that night, I pulled up my shade again and performed for 
Tony. 

I made it one of the best performances of my exhibitionist career. I took 
this cucumber from the kitchen and used it as a dildo, for him to see. I was 
ramming it in and out of my cunt, and his tongue was actually hanging out of 
his mouth. His hand was jerking away at his cock, which I still could never 
see. 

But I got to see it soon enough, even though I didn't want to. 

It all happened one night. My parents were going out to a party. I think it 
was a Friday, and since Tony was always sitting by his window, he had to 
have seen them leave. He knew that I was all alone in the house, and very, 
very vulnerable... 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Diane came to see me, she was wearing a low cut dress. I had 
to admit, now that I finally got to see her legs, that her breasts were not 
the only part of her body that was attractive. 

They were still out of proportion with the rest of her body, however. 

When she came to see me, she seemed a little upset, and her reasoning was 
quite confusing to me. But I'll let her explain. 

* * * 

On my way over here I ran into Tony, and he said that he'd tell my parents 
about what I've done, and that I seduced him, unless I let him fuck me 
again. 

The thing is, I never let him fuck me the first time. He did rape me. 

It all started on that night when my folks were out. I'd told you about it. 

Well, I was supposed to go out with some friends, but I decided that I was 
too tired. It was Friday night and school had exhausted me. I went into my 
room and lay down to rest for a while. 

When I got up, I decided to take a shower. I stripped, with my shades up, 
and that was when I saw Tony there again. He smiled at me, and I waved at 
him. Then I started to pull on my nipples. 

Before I left the room to go to the shower, I started to wiggle my ass. I 
was really kind of enticing him, although I still didn't want him to do what 
he did. 

I left my room and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and 
stepped in, then started to wash myself. 

The water felt so nice and soothing, and I was soaping up my pussy when I 
heard the bathroom door open. 

"Mommy. Daddy. You get back early?" I asked. 

"No," I heard a voice say, and suddenly, the shower curtain was pulled open. 

Tony was standing there, without anything on. I looked out in the hall, and 
I could see that he had taken off his clothes there. He had left them lying 
there, and I finally got to see what his cock was like. 

It was so thick and so long, that I couldn't believe it. He was stroking it 
as he stepped into the shower with me. 

"What are you doing?" I asked him. "Leave me alone." 

"Nice tits and a great pussy," he said, and he reached for my breast. 

He started to pull on my nipple, and although I could feel it getting stiff, 
I realized that if I let him continue, he was going to go all the way. I 
slapped him across the face as hard as I could. 

He slapped me back, even harder. Then he pushed me against the tile wall and 
kissed me on the lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he rubbed his 
hard cock against my wet black pussy patch. I could feel him trying to prod 
the thick head of it into my cunt, and I kept my legs clenched shut. 

"Leave me alone," I was screaming. "My parents are home. I'll call them." 

"Bullshit, Diane, with the big tits and nice pussy. They went out, you 
pussy. And this is what you've always wanted." 

"Tony, please, it was all a game. An innocent game." 

He slid his fingers down to my pussy and fingered me hard. 

I tried to slap his hand away, and that's when he really slapped me across 
the face. If I had thought the first slap was hard, this second one was 
worse. I thought, for a few seconds, that he might have broken my jaw. 

Then he turned me around so I was facing the shower faucet. He pulled my 
hands up there and reached for a towel. 

He started to tie my hands to the faucet, and once they were tied there, I 
couldn't do anything, except to keep pulling in the hopes of getting free. 

He stood behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass and moving his hands 
over my tits and my belly and pussy. 

He would cup both of my tits in his hands and kind of squeeze them together. 

He had a pretty hairy chest, and I felt those hairs rubbing over my back. 

"How do you want to be fucked, nice tits?" he asked me. 

"Stop saying that, Tony. Leave me alone. You're crazy." 

"You want it. You want it. You always let me see you so you must want it." 

"It's only a game," I kept saying. 

He moved in front of my body and sunk to his knees. He pulled my cunt to his 
mouth and started to lick me. I will admit that he knew how to use his 
tongue. It was the first time anyone had ever licked me, but I could feel 
him making direct contact with my clit and making me swell with pleasure. 

He started to flick my clit back and forth, and I felt my legs weakening. 
That caused a greater strain on my bound wrists, and I begged him to let me 
go. 

"If I let you go, you won't run away, will you?" 

"Of course not," I lied, hoping that he would fall for it. 

He did, too. He opened the knotted towel, and as soon as he did, I stepped 
out of the shower and started to run. 

I had no idea where I could run to. The bathroom was the only room in the 
house with a lock on it, and he was in there. 

But not for long. He ran right after me, and he was much faster. He tackled 
me in the hallway and rolled me over on my back. He yanked my legs apart 
with an incredible amount of force and anger. 

"Lying big titted bitch," he was saying, and then he rammed his cock into my 
cunt. 

I was glad that I was wet from the way he had eaten me, because his cock was 
so enormous that it would have really hurt me otherwise. He thrust in deep 
with one long stroke, and I screamed in pain. 

He covered my mouth with his big hand to keep me from screaming, and then he 
started to thrust in and out of me. I could feel his cock rubbing over my 
clit, and that was pretty nice, I will admit. 

In fact, I did start to come, when he was fucking me, which surprised me. I 
never thought that anything like that would happen, since the whole thing 
was a forced rape. 

I guess that even though I was scared, I knew that the worst thing he could 
do was already being done. The fucking, I mean. For he was my neighbor, and 
I was sure that once he came, it would all be over. I was sure that he 
wouldn't beat me up, or kill me, which is a threat to a lot of rape victims 
when they don't know the rapist. 

I started to thrust my cunt up and down when he got tired of thrusting 
because I wanted him to come inside of me fast, hoping that it would be the 
end when he did. 

However, just as he started to pulsate hard, he pulled out of my cunt. 

He slid up my body and rammed his cock head between my lips, just as he shot 
his first load. He grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth up and down 
his shaft. 

"Suck me, big tits," he said, and he rubbed his buttocks over my breasts. He 
was really applying a lot of weight to them, and I felt like I couldn't 
breathe. 

So I sucked him as hard as I could, and when he was finished and his cock 
was going limp, he stood up and started to dress. 

He left without saying a word, and you can bet that I haven't pulled my 
shades up since that happened. 

But then, this afternoon, like I told you before, he threatened me. He said 
that unless I let him fuck me again, he would tell my parents that I always 
show myself through the window, and that I enticed him into my bedroom. 

t I don't know what to do now. I sometimes think that I wouldn't mind 
letting him fuck me again, but if I do, he'll want it all the time. I don't 
want him to start thinking of me as a regular lay, nor do I want my parents 
to find out. 

CONCLUSION 

The first thing that I told Diane, by way of reprimanding her, that the rape 
was basically her fault. She knew, from the start, that there was something 
wrong with Tony, even though she did not know what it was specifically. 

It seems to me that any boy who just sits inside all day staring out the 
window is disturbed, and I'm sure that her parents know that, too. 

Therefore, I told her not to take his threat seriously. I am sure that if he 
were to go and tell her parents what she did, they would not believe him. 

And I did warn her not to play exhibitionist anymore. I am sure that she 
will not, especially after what happened. 

To tempt a person, and then get upset about the consequences is wrong. Diane 
should have known that she was tempting Tony with her antics at the window. 
If she hadn't done it, the rape would never have occurred. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Eleanor S. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Rape is a difficult and often devastating experience in any woman's life, 
even more affecting when one is young. I have had to deal with many cases 
such as this and it is always hard to reach the person that is effected. 

Eleanor S. entered my office one afternoon, nervous and excited. She did not 
seem to be out of control of herself, but it was obvious to see that she had 
experienced something important in her young life and needed to talk it out. 
She was wearing a conservative outfit, consisting of a frilly, 
flower-colored blouse and a skirt that just covered her pert, dainty knees. 
She sat in the chair across from me, her hands folded primly in her lap, her 
glasses balanced sharply on the bridge of her nose. She was quite 
well-developed for her age, already having lost much of her baby fat. 

Her eyes were a striking, deep blue and her cheeks rosy and fresh. It would 
have been hard for anyone to tell that she had gone through what she had. 
She looked so innocent and untouched that even I took awhile to connect her 
story with the prim, proper young girl that was sitting across from me. 

* * * 

This is all very strange for me, Doctor, so you will have to excuse me if I 
stammer or stutter a bit while telling you all of this. I'm not used to 
talking about intimate topics with strangers, but, I suppose when it comes 
to this, it's better that way. 

I have never been very active with boys, I haven't ever gone out on a date 
or anything. So my experience with sex has been very limited, if you know 
what I mean. I'm not saying that I haven't ever done anything, I necked in 
the coat room when I was really very young and a few times I had girl 
friends over and we explored each other's bodies a little, but nothing that 
could have prepared me for what happened. 

I knew about sex, God, I'd been reading and thinking about it since I was 
about twelve. You know how young girls are, Doctor, they always are 
intrigued by sensual things, even if they are scared to death of them! 

In any event, the most I had ever done was masturbated and that began when I 
was about fourteen. Ummm, those memories are nice. I would lay on my bed 
after taking a nice, warm, long shower and gently rub my soft, spongy pillow 
up and down over my bare, moist pussy. I would dream of movie stars or maybe 
a particular boy at school and just come so good! Of course, at that time, I 
didn't even know what I was doing. It was just something that felt good and 
I vaguely thought of as wicked. I knew that I shouldn't let anyone see me 
doing this, most of all my parents! 

My parents are nice, conservative people who never told me a thing about 
sex. My mother tried a couple of times, but was so vague about the whole 
thing, that all I ever got out of it was it was something that would happen 
when I got married. Boy, was I ever screwed up about it. 

By the time I turned seventeen a few months ago, however, I knew what it was 
all about. I read all the books and even snuck into an X rated movie with my 
best friend, one time. It was shocking and kind of silly, we thought. But it 
did turn us on and both of us were dying to try it, but of course, never 
thought we would until we found just the perfect man we were going to marry. 

Now there's this teacher at school, he is one of the track coaches and 
simply beautiful! He is tall and muscular, about twenty-five. Last year was 
his first year teaching at our school and all the girls fell in love with 
him at first sight. He ended up coaching our combined track team and for the 
first time in my life, I went out for a sport. I'm not very athletic, but 
I'm short-waisted and my legs are stronger than I .ever thought they were. I 
turned out to be a pretty good long distance runner and I made the starting 
squad in both the four hundred and the eight hundred meter runs. Boy, I was 
a bit frumpy a year ago, but just one spring of running and did I ever get 
into getting myself in shape! I ran all summer and now it's part of my daily 
routine to do about a mile of jogging every morning before school. It has 
done wonders for my figure, I can tell you that! 

Last year I didn't have curves, I had lumps, but slowly my body filled out 
and for the first time boys started to look at me in that familiar way. I 
didn't know what it was, then, but I do now. 

Anyway, after the last meet last spring, which we won, the coach, his name 
is Tony, had all of the teams over to his house for a party. It was a daring 
evening, because he served wine and beer and treated us like grown ups 
instead of teenagers. Tony has a girl friend that lives in another city, so 
I guess he gets a bit horny between visits. 

I say that, because he had started to take an interest in me during the 
training and meets we attended. Not any kind of a sexual interest, he was 
just into making me the best runner possible. I won't deny that the melting 
away of baby fat and lumps in my body didn't have an effect on him. I could 
tell that it did when I thought about everything later on. 

Anyway, the party lasted way into the night, and a lot of the kids got 
drunk. They were well behaved, but seriously necking after, awhile. I was a 
little nervous and embarrassed to see all those kids rolling and tumbling 
about the sofa and rug, kissing and touching each other as if no one else 
were there, so I went into Tony's bedroom to kind of get away from it. 

I was pretty drunk myself. Not smashed, but having not been used to wine and 
beer, it was easy for me to get tipsy on just a little bit. Tony was drunk, 
too and when he came into the bedroom to change his shirt and saw me sitting 
on his bed he laughed softly and went to his closet shaking his head. 

"What's so funny?" I asked, watching carefully as he stripped off the shirt, 
exposing his broad, smooth back to my eyes. I felt a tingle in my loins and 
a warm flush coming over me that made me shiver. "Why are you laughing?" 

He tossed the shirt into a clothes hamper and came over to the bed, still 
naked from the waist up. "You are, little Eleanor," he said, chuckling 
softly. "I can tell you are nervous about the kids out there, aren't you? 
You don't have to deny it with me, I understand. You haven't had much 
experience with love making, have you?" 

God, was I embarrassed. I mean, here was this gorgeous man talking to me 
this way. And one of my teachers, no less. I couldn't say a thing, Doctor! 
My tongue felt like a thick sponge in my mouth and I was quivering out of 
control. I could feel the warmth of his strong, manly body coming off him 
and his being next to me then was a lot different than when he was coaching 
me during a practice or meet. I just shook my head nervously. 

"It's not that," I said defiantly. I stared up at him, trying to put on a 
brave front. "I just don't like to see it in public. I think people should 
do that sort of thing when they are alone, that's all." 

Well, he laughed at that and sat down on the bed next to me. He took one of 
my limp hands in his two, big paws and brought them to his lips, kissing 
them softly. A tremor of delight rippled through my loins as his lips 
touched my flesh and I shivered involuntarily with the pleasing contact of 
his mouth against my skin. 

"Poor, poor little Eleanor," he murmured in a quiet, soft tone, still 
running his lips back and forth over my trembling fingers. "She wants 
affection so badly, but is afraid to try it! Poor, poor little Eleanor!" 

"I'm not scared, damn it," I hissed, angry and feeling foolish at acting 
like such a kid in front of him. "You don't know anything about me at all!" 

He laughed again and got up from the bed. He went to the door and locked it, 
then rejoined me on the bed. I must have been aware of what he was up to for 
I started to feel a bit of fear churning in my stomach and had the urge to 
get up and leave the room at once, but I was too nervous and worried about 
making a fool out of myself to do anything but sit there. 

"I'm going to help you out, little Eleanor," he whispered seductively, 
slipping his arm around my shoulder, patting me gently. "I'm going to teach 
you a few things I think you're going to like!" 

I sighed nervously as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and 
turned my head up and to the right to face him. God, did his eyes twinkle 
and shine! They were bright and full of love, I thought. I moaned and 
quivered uncontrollably as he bent forward and pressed his lips to my warm, 
trembling cheek. Lovingly he kissed me, rolling his lips down toward my own. 
I groaned as I felt his mouth suddenly covering mine and a trembling desire 
began to race through my loins as he kissed me hungrily with his warm, 
soothing lips. He held my head lightly in his hands, turning me so that he 
could have a more comfortable connection with my mouth. 

I felt his tongue, rough and moist, slithering back and forth across my 
teeth, pressing urgently against them, trying to pry them apart. I was tense 
and worried, Doctor, wondering what would happen next. I gasped as he yanked 
on my chin, opening my mouth. "Give me your tongue," he whispered in a 
thick, harsh voice, jamming that probe between my teeth, riding it around my 
own, quivering dart. 

"Kiss me, damn it, kiss me back, baby! Come on, Eleanor, get into it!" 

I didn't know what to do. My arms seemed limp and helpless without any idea 
of where they should be. My tongue tried to escape his and his mouth hurt as 
it crushed hard on mine. I felt the seeking spear stabbing wildly at my own 
tender, pink arrow, curling and entwining around it as his eager, greedy 
lips mashed and danced over my trembling petals. 

I could feel his hot, angry breath on my cheek and felt his hands traveling 
greedily over my blouse. I shivered and tried to pull away when I felt him 
close his fingers around my boobs, squeezing them passionately. I pushed 
against his chest but my arms felt like lead and he was easily able to brush 
them aside as his eager fingers plucked at the buttons to my blouse. 

God, my body began to burn with a mixture of fear and pleasure. It was so 
strange, the sensations I was feeling. I wanted to get away and even tried 
to stand but he held me to the bed as if I were a doll or something and 
finally popped the last button free from my blouse and pulled the garment 
down my back and arms, exposing my tight, formless bra that held my breasts 
in place. 

"Ummm, your tits look good," he said off-handedly, as he reached around my 
back to the single snap that held the bra together. "Let's see what they 
really look like, shall we?" 

Now, this is the point where I really wanted to leave. "No, I don't want you 
to do that," I said, my voice so weak and broken that it shocked me. I knew 
I was getting scared, but I didn't know how badly. "Please don't do that, 
Tony, please don't pull on my bra!" 

I started to push him away again but his greedy fingers found the snap and 
with a single tug he popped it free and used his free hand to quickly draw 
the bra down my slender, smooth arms, revealing my round, firm tits to his 
hungry eyes. My breasts are large, but not any bigger than they should be 
for my size and I'm proud to say that they ride quite highly on my ribcage. 
I don't even need a bra except when I'm running or something, they are that 
firm. 

They are perfectly round and my nipples are almost always pink and rosy. 
They are able to become erect almost with the slightest friction against 
them and now they stood proudly against the alabaster background of my flesh 
as he ran his eyes over them, a shining, eager wanting easily seen in his 
glowing orbs. 

"Ahhh, good, good boobs," he chuckled softly, running the hard, rough palm 
of his hand back and forth over my warm, quivering globes. I felt him press 
down on my nipples and shivered with a tingling pleasure as the two, stiff 
nuggets responded to the pleasing caress. "I like nice tits! So soft and 
spongy and just right! Now, relax, kid, just relax. Let Tony make you feel 
good!" 

Well, by now I was really scared. I had never, ever let anyone see me naked. 
I mean, my mother a couple of times and the girls in the gym of course. But 
never my father or my brother or any other man. Now, here was Tony, gripping 
and squeezing my boobs as if he had done it for years. 

I started to pull away from him, pushing my fingers against his chest, 
trying to pull his hand off my aching breast as he kneaded and massaged my 
luscious mound. "Stop it, stop it right now," I hissed urgently, brushing 
that hand from my boob, trying to ignore the other hand that was lightly 
traveling down my bare back to my swelling buttocks. "I want to go home, I 
want to go right now." 

Then he slapped me. Real hard, I mean, with the palm of his hand, right 
across my cheek. I gasped and fell back on the bed, holding my hand to my 
sore, stinging cheek. "Cut the shit, bitch," he hissed in a thick, violent 
voice. He bent down and curled his fingers around my throat, holding my 
trembling neck tightly. "I know what you want and what you're trying to do! 
Now relax and get into it before I have to get rough with you! Or, is that 
how you like it? Nice and hard!" 

I moaned and mumbled something, smelling the beer and wine on his breath as 
he leaned close to my face. His eyes were on fire now and his hand returned 
to my breasts, squeezing and gripping them in a harsh, not very pleasing 
fashion. I shivered in terror as he took a single rosy, hard nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger and pinched it cruelly in his grasp. I groaned 
softly and stifled a sob as he rolled the tender stone back and forth in his 
grip, laughing quietly at my reactions. 

"Please, please, Tony," I moaned, struggling under his hand, the painful 
memory of his slap still tingling on my cheek. "Don't touch me, please! 
Don't do this, please don't, don't, don't!" 

He didn't even hear me. He bent down and mashed his mouth over mine, 
lathering my succulent lips with his tongue, taking gentle, quick bites of 
the trembling petals with his teeth as he kneaded and massaged my fleshy 
mounds, his free hand now slithering underneath my quivering buttocks. 

Lovingly he squeezed my half moons, digging his fingers into my flesh 
through my skirt and panty hose. I moaned as I felt the strong, insistent 
digits, gripping my bottom with a fierce hunger that really terrified me. I 
shivered uncontrollably as his hand slithered down to the hem of my skirt. 
He had bunched the fabric up to my mid-thighs, now and his lips formed into 
a cruel smile as he glanced down along my body and saw the smooth, creamy 
limbs trembling under his hand. 

"I've always loved your long legs and saucy little ass," he chuckled 
wickedly. "I've wanted to touch them for ages, and now I'm going to do just 
that! Ahhh, how soft and warm and nice they are! Just as good as I thought 
it would be!" 

God, I felt such shame as his hand roamed lightly back and forth along my 
aching limbs. He danced his fingertips along my panty hose, pinching and 
caressing my warm,, fevered flesh as he went along. I gasped as I felt the 
insistent fingers riding beneath the hem of my skirt, traveling urgently 
toward my quivering buttocks once more. Lovingly he curled his fingers over 
my bottom and I felt a sudden, tingling warm drifting through me as he was 
now closer to my vibrant flesh. 

Hungrily his insistent prongs roamed my aching bum. He ran the flat of his 
hard, rough hand up and down along the warm cleft between my cheeks and a 
delicious throbbing began in my taut, anal passage as the hard instrument of 
his pleasure dug between my shivering buns and rode the rim of my anal 
entrance with increasing demand. 

Now I started to go a little crazy. I punched at him with my fists but my 
blows were so weak and helpless that he enjoyed them rather than was 
bothered by them. "I like a girl to fight a little," he told me through his 
tightly clenched teeth. "It gets me turned on all the more for it. Yeah, 
that's it baby, get scared, get worried, ummm, do I love this!" 

I was terrified, Doctor! My body seemed to be responding to his harsh, 
greedy assault but my mind rebelled and wanted to be free. I sighed with a 
mixture of fear and passion as I felt his mouth slithering down over my 
creamy, smooth neck, kissing and nipping as it went along, to the tops of my 
heaving breasts. I felt his tongue lashing out at my creamy flesh, sliding 
back and forth between my round, spongy globes, stabbing wickedly at my 
flesh. I felt his eager spear curl around one nipple and then he kissed the 
pert, stiff nugget with his lips and caught it between his teeth. 

I groaned softly as he sucked the moist button into his mouth and lathered 
the trapped stone with his tongue. I was squirming on the bed, his body half 
over me, my thighs being forced apart by his own, muscular limb. I wanted to 
scream but I couldn't find my voice and then I sobbed as his hand began to 
tug on the zipper to my skirt in a frenzied manner. 

"Ohhh, God, God, Tony, stop," I pleaded with him, trying to push him off of 
me. "Please stop right now! Please, please stop it! 

Don't take it off, ohhh, don't don't, don't!" 

He didn't hear me, Doctor. He wasn't listening to anything. I felt ashamed 
and almost sick as I heard the hiss of the zipper coming free and the loud 
snap of the buttons being torn loose. Suddenly he was dragging the garment 
from me and I was lying there naked except for my panty hose that hardly 
covered my trembling pussy mound with its sheer material. 

"Now we're getting somewhere," he whispered in a thick, raspy voice. I 
moaned and sobbed as his hand lovingly rode over my aching hillock, the 
hard, rough palm pressing hard against my burning mound. "Ummm, hot already, 
huh! That's good, baby, that's real good! I can tell you want it, want it 
bad!" 

His fingers curled around the waist band of my panty hose and he began to 
pull them down over my buttocks and thighs. I screamed a little bit, 
fighting him wildly now and he slapped me again, harder than the first time. 

"One more word out of you," he hissed viciously, biting my breast hard with 
his teeth, sending a shock wave of pain through my aching flesh. "One more 
fucking word and I'll spread stories about you through the school that will 
be so bad you'll never live them down!" 

I couldn't think about anything now, Doctor. I was helpless under his attack 
and I believed what he said to me, too. I sobbed, trying not to cry as I 
felt him pull my panty hose all the way down my legs and slip them over my 
feet. He tossed them aside and I was completely nude now, my body hot and 
trembling with fear and a familiar passion that I felt ashamed of feeling. 

He cupped his hand over my pussy mound, his fingers pressing against my 
inner thighs, forcing them apart, and gently began to massage and tickle my 
aching hillock. I moaned and shuddered, feeling the delicious sensation of 
his strong, thick digits riding up and down along my moist, trembling pussy 
lips. 

I could feel his prick, now, beating wildly through his trousers, throbbing 
against my thigh. I knew what it was and just the sensation of it pounding 
against my warm, smooth flesh filled me with terror. Suddenly he took hold 
of my wrist and drew my hand down to his pants, forcing it against the huge 
bulge in front of them. 

"Go on, touch it, bitch," he barked in a thick voice. "Don't you just have 
all the fun! Do a little something for me too, you little slut! Play with 
it, bitch! Play with it now!" 

Hesitantly I curled my small, slender fingers around the huge, pulsating 
mound. I was terrified of it but intrigued at the same time. It pumped 
rhythmically in my tentative grasp and even through his pants I could feel 
the hot, fevered blood tearing through the thick, hard shaft as his passion 
grew stronger and stronger. 

I didn't know what else to do. I kneaded and massaged the huge prong, 
pinching and caressing his flesh as I worked my way up and down along the 
length of the pounding prong. He quivered with delight and shook in 
uncontrollable tremors as I attended to him and I could hear his hot, aching 
gasps of pleasure with every touch of my caressing fingers. 

Now he began to lick and suck on my tits with increasing greed and passion. 
His tongue slithered and rolled over my nipples, his teeth nipping at them 
wildly. My breasts quivered and ached under his pleasing mouth and I moaned 
softly, swaying from side to side, unable to control my responding body. 

I felt .his hand exploring my hot, acting pussy mound. My cunt hairs were 
damp with a creamy fluid that was seeping from my fevered womb and my tiny, 
erect clit quaked under the pressure of his thumb as he rolled the thick, 
hard knob around and over the twitching button. 

His touch sent shock waves of intense desire careening through my loins and 
the aching, familiar lust that I had felt so often masturbating now seized 
me with more demanding passion than ever before. I could not help it when my 
cunt bucked and thrust itself up against his cupped palm and I groaned in 
shame as I heard him laughing in delight at my reaction. 

"Ahh, what a nice, warm, juicy cunt you have," he murmured-lovingly, 
catching my clit in his fingers and rolling the aching nugget back and forth 
between them. "I'm gonna love fucking this, just love it! I know you're 
going to be tight and hot baby, I just know it!" 

I was completely overwhelmed by him, now, Doctor. His hands seemed to be 
everywhere, and his mouth was sucking and kissing my breasts with a 
controlled fury now. I sighed almost contentedly as I felt him slithering 
his thick, eager fingers up and down between my pussy lips, pinching and 
caressing them as he went along. 

It was as if he had gone crazy, now. His fingers twirled and danced along 
the cleft of my cunt petals, growing wet and slippery from the creamy fluid 
that poured from my fevered pit. He thrilled to the way the twin folds of 
flesh fluttered and quaked against his seeking spears. 

I moaned and thrashed under his attack, gasping for breath. My own hand was 
busily gripping and squeezing his cock mound through his pants and I could 
feel the hard, long shaft quaking in my grasp as he rocked and swayed above 
me. 

"Get it out of my pants, bitch," he hissed in a thick, harsh voice, his 
fingers slithering his zipper down. "Come on, come on! I want to feel your 
warm, soft fingers around my naked flesh! Get to work on that cock, slut, 
get to work on it now!" 

I groaned in despair, every moment making me more and more afraid. I didn't 
want to touch him but I knew there was nothing else I could do, now. I 
slipped my hand inside of his pants and felt the hot, pounding tool against 
my fingers. I groaned once more, wrapping my slender digits around the 
throbbing shaft and drew it out of his pants. I felt him shudder with 
delight as I made contact with his aching prong and he gasped happily as I 
squeezed the massive pole in my warm, tiny fist. 

"What do I do," I groaned, quaking with fear and an increasing pleasure in 
my cunt that almost made me sick. "Tell me what to do? Ohhh, please, let's 
stop!" 

"Pump it, you stupid bitch," he whispered harshly, his mouth nibbling 
greedily on my breasts, his fingers prying my pussy lips wide apart. "Pump 
up and down on it! Do it nice, baby and I'll make you feel real good, too! 

Now, pump it, slut, pump it hard!" 

Aching with a mixture of fear and pain and pleasure I began to ride my 
fingers up and down on the huge, pulsating shaft. I could feel the fevered, 
boiling blood tearing through his thick prong and. there was something 
overpowering about the rod that made me drive my hand along his flesh with a 
strange and greedy frenzy that I did not understand. 

I gripped and kneaded his prick as I made my way along the length of it. I 
pinched his thick, hard helmet between my thumb and forefinger and scratched 
lazily at the engorged head with my short, trim fingernails. He bucked and 
groaned, thrusting his groin hard against my hand. I shivered with terror as 
I felt his greedy fingers suddenly slithering beyond my damp, trembling cunt 
entrance, driving about an inch into my taut, virginal womb. Now the fear 
really caught hold of me. It wasn't a game any longer. I felt him twisting 
and turning the invading prongs along my steaming slippery tunnel. My cunt 
walls felt on fire as he forced more and more of the harsh, thick digits 
into me. My pussy muscles fluttered wildly around the plunging shafts and my 
cunt was aching with pain and pleasure as he buried his fingers to the hilt 
in my moist cave, tapping urgently against the thin membrane of my 
maidenhead. 

God, what emotions I was going through! His fingers felt warm and wonderful 
inside of me, ten times more pleasing than my own. Yet, the terror of his 
cruel attack raced through my mind and my body was aching from his harsh, 
assertive caresses. 

I moaned as I felt him slithering his fingers in and out of me in a rhythmic 
manner. He twirled and turned the greedy prongs along my hot, taut inner 
walls, sliding them almost all the way out, then driving them back into the 
depths of my womb until he was pressing hard against my hymen. 

"Ahhh, good and tight," he chuckled cruelly, riding the insistent spears in 
and out of my aching pit with an increasing passion. "Just the way I like 
them! Hot and wet and cherry! Wait'll you get a taste of my prick in here, 
baby, you're gonna love it!" 

"Ohhh, God, God, Tony," I moaned, shuddering violently under the plunging 
twin tools of passion he was assaulting me with. "I'm still a virgin, Tony! 
I'm still a virgin! Don't do this, don't!" 

He laughed in the meanest, coldest voice I had ever heard and began to shift 
his body around to lay over mine. "You won't be bothered with that problem 
for long, honey," he said wickedly. "I'm going to take care of that in just 
a second!" 

I screamed in fear and he cupped his hand over my mouth, sliding his hips 
between my thighs, forcing them as far apart as possible. I was struggling 
wildly, now, desperate to throw him off, but he was too big and strong for 
me and he easily settled himself between my warm, moist lips, the thick, 
hard head of his cock tapping at my damp, trembling cunt lips with a greedy 
wanting. 

I kicked and fought, biting his, shoulder and scratching his back with my 
nails, but it only seemed to make him more passionate and aggressive. I 
gasped as I felt him parting my thick, swollen cunt lips, slipping the hot, 
throbbing head of his huge prick between the slippery petals. In a moment he 
had penetrated the warm, dark entrance to my burning tunnel and I could feel 
the huge, pounding tip of his shaft driving deeper into my aching cave. 

"No, no, no," I gasped, trying to squirm out from underneath him, pinned to 
the bed by his hands gripping my shoulders and the weight of his body 
crushing my chest. "God, God, help, help, help!" 

My moaning and gasping did me no good at all and I was terrified to scream 
for fear he would hurt me even more. I was sobbing in shame and grief as I 
felt his prick slither to the depths of my pussy and throb mightily against 
the thin wall of flesh that kept me still a virgin. This wasn't the way I 
wanted it to happen and my heart was aching with despair. 

"It ain't going to hurt too much, baby," he said in a chuckling voice as he 
rocked back and forth within me. "I'm used to fucking virgins, I'll take 
care of you good, I promise you!" 

Oh, God, Doctor, it was terrible. I felt him pull his cock halfway out of me 
again, rolling and twisting the hot, throbbing meat against my taut, 
slippery inner walls as he went along. He paused for a moment, laughing 
softly at my quivering, sobbing figure then he thrust forward violently and 
slammed into my maidenhead with a painful force. 

I screamed as the taut shield refused to give way and the pain raced through 
my already aching loins. I trembled violently as he grunted in frustration 
and pulled his prick almost all the way out of me again. My whole body 
tensed for his next attempt. I was crying softly, now, unable to stop the 
tears as I knew he had no intention of letting me go. 

He swayed from side to side, letting his prick dance and slither around 
against my wet, warm interior then he slammed into me once more and I 
screamed in pain and shame as he tore through my maidenhead and buried his 
prick to the depths of my aching pit, his body quivering violently with his 
triumph. 

Now I went insane and started fighting and kicking, trying to throw him off 
of me. "Good, good, keep it up, baby, keep it up," he chuckled happily above 
my thrashing frame. "Fight me, baby, fight me! I love it when you're scared, 
just love it!" 

He began to pump the huge, unwanted tool in and out of me with a frenzied 
lust. I gasped and moaned as the mighty shaft drove along my aching chamber, 
rocking and swaying inside of me, burying itself to the hilt in my steaming 
tunnel. My cunt was trembling with the effects of his taking me and his 
prick was harsh and insistent as it plunged in and out of my wet, slippery 
cave. 

Each time his prick went deep into my womb, the aching pain of his rape and 
taking of my virginity faded away a little bit more and I felt the 
beginnings of an aching need churning in my womb. I couldn't help myself. I 
began to thrust my cunt up to meet the invading shaft and when he bore down 
deep into my steaming chamber I ground my belly hard against his and wrapped 
my arms around his shoulders greedily. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I found myself saying, whispering passionately in 
his ear as he rocked and thrust his prick hard against my burning tunnel. 
"Ummm, God, fuck me hard, Tony, fuck me hard!" 

Doctor, I never would have believed it! I was ashamed and terrified. I felt 
like dirt, but here I was begging him to rape me and he was doing it with 
pleasure. Harder and harder his drove his thick, long shaft against my taut 
interior. I felt his fingers slither beneath me and dig into my spongy 
buttocks. He held my bottom tightly in his grasp and pumped his cock in and 
out of me with a rhythmic, pleasing force. I was still throbbing with pain 
but I could not help myself now, I rocked and ground my cunt against his 
cock, eagerly accepting the invasion though I felt sick for the desire I was 
experiencing. 

"Ahhh, yeah, yeah, that's it baby, that is it," he said in a raspy voice, 
pounding his shaft hard along my quaking passage. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, turn, 
bitch, turn and twist! Ohhh, yeah, fuck me, honey! Throw that cunt up hard! 
Do it, baby, do it!" 

I was no longer in control of myself. My pussy ached to feel the marvelous 
sensation of his prick filling me up and I gasped and sobbed with the 
steaming, overwhelming pleasure I was feeling each time he buried that huge, 
throbbing prong in the pit of my aching womb. 

Harder and faster we drove ourselves at each other. Our bellies met and 
parted with a loud, wet slap and my nostrils tingled with the enticing, 
funky scent of our fevered passion. I rocked and shuddered beneath him, 
grinding my cunt hard around his plunging manhood, thrilling to the way my 
pussy muscles flexed and quivered along the driving tool. 

I was sobbing and moaning with every powerful stroke of his massive rod and 
my cunt grew tighter and tighter as I neared the blissful moment of my 
release. I sobbed loudly, feeling my pussy burning with desire and I bit 
hard into his shoulder as he drove his prick into me again. 

"I'm... I'm... going to... come," I gasped, hardly able to speak as he 
rammed into me again and again. "Ohhh, you bastard, you fucker! You're 
making me come, Tony, you're making me come so good! So very, very good!" 

I bucked wildly and shuddered out of control as the aching, powerful orgasm 
ripped through my loins and I screamed with pleasure and shame as the waves 
of delicious pleasure rolled over me. My boiling come swirled around his 
driving shaft and I felt him thunder his tool into me with more force and 
passion than ever before. 

His prick seemed to be growing and growing and was forcing my taut, virginal 
walls wide apart as he powered the shaft into me again. He ground his cock 
hard against the depths of my steaming, slippery pit and I felt him 
shuddering violently and moaning quietly as a sudden, thick stream of come 
burst from his prick and seared my aching interior with its boiling greed. 

"I'm coming in you, bitch," he groaned, rocking his buried shaft inside of 
me, the hot come spurting from his shaft, mixing with my own, thick, creamy 
fluid of love. "I'm coming in you now, bitch, coming in you now! Ummm, it's 
so nice to come inside of a virgin, so fucking nice!" 

We seemed to keep having orgasms for hours, Doctor. I had never climaxed so 
good when I masturbated and I couldn't control myself as I thrashed and 
rocked with him, my cunt muscles fluttering passionately, my thighs opening 
and closing against his own in a spasmodic fashion. Again and again the 
delicious waves broke inside my poor, assaulted pit and when he finally 
rolled off of me, my pussy still tingled with the lingering traces of our 
lust. 

After awhile he patted my bottom and got up, leaving me on the bed, curled 
in a ball, sobbing with shame and disgust. When he left the room I felt like 
shit and wanted to die and it took me a long time to gain enough composure 
and get out of there. 

* * * 

At this point our time was almost up so I suggested she cut her story off 
and return in a week to conclude it. She nodded silently, not having broken 
into tears once during all she told me. I was moved by her iron will to not 
betray her emotions, and I could tell she was being very brave, for she 
walked on unsteady legs when she finally got up from the chair and left my 
office. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

It did not surprise me that she was exactly on time for her next session. It 
was a part of her nature to be that way and I told her I admired that 
quality in her. She was wearing a similar outfit to the one she had worn on 
her previous visit and I motioned her to the chair. 

She sat as primly as the last time, nervous underneath the calm exterior as 
she began to speak. I could see her lower lip trembling as she began her 
story and I told her not to worry about anything. I explained that she 
should not think, just talk and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper 
as she resumed her story. 

* * * 

I don't think I'd be this upset, Doctor, if that had been all there was to 
it. I mean, a lot of girls I know went through worst first times so over the 
summer I kind of resigned myself to no longer being a virgin. I almost got 
over the rape and never told anybody about it. I was sure that when school 
started again, I would be able to handle him. I was wrong. 

The first day back from vacation, I decided to have a little talk with him. 
I went down to his office in a rather secluded part of the school and found 
him alone, working on the practice lists for the coming year. God, he looked 
great. He was tanned from the summer and wearing only a tight pair of 
swimming trunks. 

I was in shorts and a halter top, this being the first day back, we didn't 
have to wear anything formal. I don't think I looked very sexy, I mean, the 
shorts and top covered me very well and weren't tight on me at all, but he 
didn't seem to see it that way. 

He actually licked his lips when he saw me. He smiled and invited me into 
his office as if we were old friends instead of a teacher and the student he 
had raped. I was angry and ready to tell him off, but he had me sit on the 
desk and before I knew it, his mouth was gently riding back and forth over 
mine. 

"Umm, I missed you baby," he told me in a thick, tight whisper, his lips 
fluttering sensuously against my own, his fingers expertly traveling over my 
halter top, undoing the buttons as they went along. "I've been waiting all 
summer to get another chance at you! We're going to have lots of fun this 
year!" 

I tried to summon up the will to fight him off, but his hands pushed the 
folds of my halter aside and suddenly he was cupping and squeezing my round, 
pert breasts in the hard, pleasing palms of his hands. My nipple swiftly 
grew firm and erect under the caressing fingers and palms and I moaned and 
shivered, gritting my teeth, trying to fight off the pleasure. 

His knee was rubbing back and forth against my cunt mound, the hard, 
pleasing pleasure sending tingling waves of delight rocketing through my 
warm, moist loins. I felt my pussy responding to him, my aching hillock 
starting to burn with passion and he ignored my weak and helpless gesture as 
I pushed against his shoulders with my hands. 

"Umm, nice, nice, still fighting a bit, I see," he chuckled as I pounded at 
my with my tiny fists. "Well, well, you know how much I like that, don't 
you, bitch? Keep it up, keep it up!" 

His left hand slithered down over my naked stomach and swiftly ran the 
zipper down my shorts. I gasped as he curled his fingers in the. waist band 
of them and my panties in quickly pulled them down to my knees. My bare 
bottom felt cold against the rough wood of the desk and I closed my thighs 
tightly together as I felt the garments slithering over my ankles and 
dropping to the floor. 

He jammed his hand between my damp, trembling limbs and I could not find the 
strength to keep him from prying my thighs apart and slithering his fingers 
between them. I groaned and the old, wonderful sensations began to return as 
he slithered the tips of his fingers up and down against my damp, warm cunt 
lips. 

"Ohhh, God, no, no," I moaned as I felt him kneading and caressing my 
aching, soft breasts with one hand and dancing his fingers across my pussy 
lips with his other. "Please, please, not again, not again!" 

My body trembled and quaked under his insistent attack. He coated his 
fingers with the creamy juice that was ebbing from my womb, and each time he 
playfully inserted a finger into my hot, taut pussy, my loins seemed to 
erupt with a fire and greed that was even more powerful than the first time. 

Lovingly he drew me from the desk and turned me around. I felt the rim of 
the hard wood dig into my hard, flat stomach as he bent me over it. His hand 
was riding passionately up and down along my pussy cleft and I shivered with 
anticipation as I felt him take his free hand and begin to caress and knead 
my quivering buttocks. 

I don't know why I didn't run or scream, Doctor. My mind was filled with 
hate and disgust for him and I felt sick to have his hands on me, but I 
couldn't seem to do anything but react to the luscious, pleasing caresses he 
was giving my aching, needing flesh. I felt him slithering two of his 
fingers up and down between my taut, spongy buns. He pried the cheeks apart 
and I gasped as I felt the tip of one greedy spear pressing firmly against 
my hot, taut bum hole. I shivered and tried to pull away, but at the same 
moment, he slipped his prick from his pants and quickly ran it beyond my 
damp, quivering cunt lips, burying it to the hilt in my fevered womb. 

I groaned as the awesome, thrilling sensation of his cock filling me up 
raced through my loins and my shame mingled with incredible pleasure as I 
felt the hot, throbbing tool swaying in the depths of my steaming tunnel. 

I sighed contentedly, shivering uncontrollably as he began to pump the huge, 
thick shaft in and out of my fevered chamber. "You fucker, you bastard," I 
groaned, unable to keep myself from responding to each delicious stroke of 
the mighty tool. "Ooo, God damn you! Ummm, that's nice, ohhh, you fucker 
that's so nice!" 

He laughed happily, now completely in control of me. His eager fingers 
rolled and twirled around the rim of my anal canal and my rectal muscles 
willingly relaxed to allow him more access to my taut, slippery passage. 

I gasped as he locked his hands around my buttocks, driving his finger to 
the pit of my bum, twisting and turning it as he continued to lazily pump 
his big, hot prick in and out of my aching cunt. 

"Ahhh, yeah, we're gonna have a time, baby," he laughed, happily, grinding 
his cock hard in the depths of my boiling womb., "Ummm, yeah, I can tell, 
bitch! You love it, I know you love it!" 

His buried finger joined his rhythmically pumping prick and soon both tools 
were assaulting me, stretching my cunt and anal tunnel wide as they plunged 
again and again at the two, burning chambers. I shivered and rocked, feeling 
an orgasm swiftly coming over me that I could not avoid. 

He could tell what was happening from the way my cunt grew as tightly wound 
as a coiled spring and he increased his rhythm and force as my moment of 
passion drew nearer and nearer. Again and again he drove the finger and 
prick deep inside of me. My pussy burned with increasing pleasure as the 
exquisite agony of my assaulted bum joined the pleasing sensation of his 
driving rod with it's hurting, cruel attack. 

I groaned and shivered, bucking my ass and cunt against the twin instruments 
of passion. "You prick, you asshole," I moaned, grinding my bottom against 
his gripping hands. "You're going to make me come, you bastard! You're going 
to make me come right now, you prick!" 

I couldn't control myself anymore. The quaking, overwhelming orgasm erupted 
in my loins and a river of luscious come burst against his throbbing, 
driving shaft. I screamed softly as the powerful, tearing climax raced 
through me, and I bucked my pussy and bum hard against his hand and cock as 
the tremors of passion and pleasure rolled through me with a powerful force. 

He was laughing in delight, loving my aching spasms as he thundered the 
shaft in and out of me again and again. I felt his hands spreading the 
cheeks of my ass wide apart and I shivered, not really understanding what he 
had in mind as the violent climax continued to burn in my loins. 

I was moaning and thrashing involuntarily when he pulled his cock from my 
aching, slippery tunnel of pleasure and placed the thick, throbbing head of 
his shaft against the taut, dark entrance to my anal tunnel. I shivered and 
sighed then screamed as I felt him forcing the huge tip of his prick beyond 
my trembling buttocks. 

"No, no, no," I gasped, trying to pull away as he penetrated the hot 
interior of my tight passage. "I... I can't! Ohhh, God, you're too big, 
Tony, too big! It hurts, God damn it, it hurts!" 

He laughed as if I were crying out in pleasure and a violent, raging spasm 
of agony tore through me as he drove more of the thick, pulsating shaft into 
the narrow canal of my aching bum. He twisted and turned, grinding his prick 
against my anal pit, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me. I could barely 
breath the pain was so intense and he didn't seem to care when I began 
sobbing and begging him to stop. 

Deeper and deeper he drove the cock into my bum tunnel. My asshole felt as 
if it were being torn apart under his cruel assault. I moaned as he bucked 
forward, shoving the cock hard into me, burying it to the hilt in my 
helpless bottom. 

The pain was so intense that I thought I might faint. He rocked slightly 
from left to right, the huge, thick shaft throbbing wildly in the depths of 
my aching tunnel. I moaned as he pulled the huge prong halfway out of me 
then powered it back into my tender, aching bottom again. 

"Ahhh, just how I like an asshole,", he laughed cruelly, grinding his cock 
against my burning bum. "Nice and tight with just barely enough room to 
maneuver! Am I ever going to love fucking this bum!" 

. I sobbed loudly, begging him to stop but he ignored me and began to pump 
the huge, offending shaft in and out of my poor, tortured bum in slow, 
languid strokes. My anal juices were beginning to flow and that relieved the 
pain a little. I tried to become as relaxed as possible as the thick, 
pounding spear assaulted me with harsh, violent strokes. 

He locked his hands around my hips and began to thrust harder and faster at 
me. I shivered uncontrollably as the driving pole buried itself in my anal 
pit and he ground the huge, thick shaft hard against my aching inner 
chamber. I could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each powerful 
thrust of his muscular thighs and I could only pray that he would climax 
soon. 

His speed and rhythm increased as he drove his prick at me with a growing 
frenzy. His balls slapped wildly between my damp, moist thighs and he 
squeezed his fingers against my flesh in a spasmodic grip of passion. Harder 
and faster he rammed his burning tool into my aching bottom. I screamed in 
painful bursts and my bum wiggled involuntarily under his fevered attack. 

Ohh, God, Doctor, I felt sick and disgusted. How could he do that, how could 
he? And, now, what was even worse, I was beginning to enjoy it! Each stroke 
got more and more pleasing and soon I was gasping and sighing with delight, 
grinding my spongy buttocks against his belly, moaning with pleasure from 
his mighty, plunging tool. 

"Hurt me, Tony, hurt me," I whispered, making my voice as erotic as 
possible. "Oooo, please, please make me scream! Ahhh, it's nice, Tony, 
nice!" 

Just my talking seemed to fill him with an overpowering lust and passion. He 
drove his prick hard against my aching bottom, grinding and driving hard 
against the taut, tortured passage of my anal canal. I shivered and swayed, 
my eyes shut tight against the exquisite agony I was experiencing. I loved 
it, Doctor, I loved him hurting me! 

His prick felt like a burning steel rod as it buried itself in my bum, then 
he moaned loudly and bucked violently, the climax boiling over in his loins, 
sending a thick, fiery wad of come from his balls to his prick. The creamy, 
burning liquid shot from his shaft and seared my aching interior with his 
steaming greed. I moaned and quaked, feeling the hot come spurting from his 
prick in a continuous stream and he thrust in and out of me in a frenzied, 
uncontrollable fashion as the sticky fluid of his desire pulsated from the 
thick, hard head of his huge shaft. 

"I'm coming in your asshole, whore," he said in a thick, harsh voice that 
was weak and broken from his effort. "Ahhh, yeah, coming in your bum! I love 
it, bitch! Ohhh, it's good, real fucking good!" 

Again and again he thundered the exploding rod into me until every last drop 
of the horrible fluid was drained from his loins and he finally pulled out 
of me, weak and spent. He stumbled backward, wiping the last traces of his 
come on my shivering buttocks then he put his prick back in his pants and 
told me to get dressed. . 

I could hardly walk I hurt so badly, Doctor. My whole body felt as if it 
were stinging with pain and my flesh crawled as if coated with an ugly 
slime. I hated him, but I hated myself even more. How could I do such a 
thing, Doctor, how could I? Am I sick or something? I loved it and I want 
more of it! He's raped me twice now, and I let him! Ohhh, God, God, Doctor, 
what should I do, what should I do?" 

CONCLUSION 

She was almost beside herself, the careful, controlled front she had been 
putting up, now completely collapsed under the pain of telling her story. I 
gave her something to calm her nerves and tried to explain what was 
happening to her. 

It was obvious that she was desperate for companionship and for love. She 
had come from a stern, cold background and was torn between desire and self 
hatred. To make things easier, she pretended to be raped when in fact, she 
went along with it happily. I advised her to stay away from Tony and seek 
out a more natural and equal relationship with someone her own age. I 
believe that once this happens, her guilt and worry will quickly vanish. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Nancy D. AGE: Sixteen 



INTERVIEW ONE 

Nancy D. was a tall, willowy girl with long, black hair that was so rich and 
thick that it almost shimmered in the light that streamed in from between my 
window shades. She had large, bright eyes and a set of pleasing, almost 
sensual lips. The lower petal had a way of cupping lightly and sensuously 
over the upper lip, giving her expression an almost erotic pout. 

She was wearing a tank-top and slacks when she first visited me and it was 
plain to see that her small, round breasts were not encased in a bra for the 
pert, enticing points of her nipples poked against the tight material of her 
shirt. She sat in the small couch across the room from my desk, smoking a 
cigarette in a way I'm sure she thought was supposed to look sexy, but 
actually was rather sad in its girlishness. 

I said nothing, however, feeling it was best to allow her to play any role 
she desired as long as she was able to tell me her story. 

* * * 

I don't know why I'm here, I'm not sick, but my mother thinks I should be 
going to see somebody so I guess you are as good as any, Doc. The whole 
family is steamed up since they caught me and Don screwing last week. If it 
wasn't such a mess, I'd probably be laughing my head off at them, they are 
such jerks. 

I suppose I had better tell you how it all started. I turned sixteen about 
eight months ago and almost overnight I went from skinny as a rail to some 
very nice curves in all the right places. I'm not overly built, my tits are 
too small for my height, for one thing, and my ass kind of sticks way out. 
But, some guys tell me that's sexy when I'm walking so what do I know? 

Anyway, a few nights after my sixteenth birthday I was babysitting for my 
sister and her husband's kid. I'm not much of a fan of children, but he's 
only four and is pretty good. 

He was fast asleep and I was just watching TV, feeling bored, wishing I 
didn't have to be there when Don came in. 

He must have had a fight with my sister because he was pissed off. He hardly 
noticed me when he came through the living room, heading for the small bar 
in the corner. I was kind of embarrassed because I hadn't expected them home 
so soon and I was only wearing my bra and panties. 

He ignored me, though, just muttered under his breath and made himself a 
big, tall drink which he almost finished off in one gulp. He walked over to 
the couch and dropped down next to me, just a few inches away from my 
trembling thighs. 

"What's wrong, Don?" I said, trying to sound warm and interested. He's just 
a big, dumb construction worker, you know the kind, but I dug him a little 
bit because he was always flirting with me and he had a magnificent body. 

"Ahh, that bitch of a sister of yours," he growled, sipping some more the 
drink. "She is going to get on my case about one time too many, I tell you! 
She's always at me about my drinking. Shit, I like booze, what's wrong with 
that?" 

I didn't say anything, just allowed him to keep mumbling and drinking. He 
kept glancing over to me and each time he did, his eyes would wander up and 
down over my body and linger there a little longer. I could tell I was 
making him excited for when I took a quick look at his crotch, I could see 
his pants beginning to form a big, hard bulge in his lap. 

After awhile he stopped bitching about my sister and sat there very quiet. 
It was almost as if I could feel his lust growing and coming off of him like 
a thick, pulsating cloud. I was growing warmer and warmer and more scared as 
the seconds ticked by. Suddenly he leaned over and pulled me to him roughly, 
crushing his mouth over mine in a hungry, wet kiss. 

"Don't, Don, don't," I gasped, trying to squirm out of his grasp. I pushed 
against his big, heaving chest with my small, slender hands and he just 
laughed. "Please, please, what if Teri walked in right now?" 

He didn't bother to answer me. His mouth roamed back and forth over my own 
with an increasing hunger and greed. I felt his thick, rough tongue stabbing 
at my tightly clenched teeth, trying desperately to pry them open. I moaned 
and shivered uncontrollably, feeling his big, hairy hands running all over 
my body, squeezing and caressing my flesh with a fevered passion. 

"God, what a good body you got," he growled in a raspy, thick voice, lightly 
brushing the palm of his hand across the front of my bra. "I'd love to see 
what you look like all naked and hot, baby! Come on, let me see what you 
have!" 

He wrapped one hand around my small, quivering tit and gave it a harsh, 
rough squeeze. I moaned in fear and pain as I felt the huge paw crushing my 
delicate boob. I scratched at his face with my nails and he ducked, catching 
my wrist in his hand and laughing happily. 

"Ohh, you're a fighter, huh," he chuckled savagely, holding my arms tightly 
in "his hands. "Well, that's all right! You're sister put up quite a battle 
the first time, too! But, I like it, so it's fine!" 

He bent forward, pressing his lips against mine once more, prying my teeth 
apart with his rough, eager tongue, slithering the evil prong deep into my 
mouth, swirling and slashing at my own, moist dart in greedy wanting. I felt 
his hot breath on my cheek and could smell the liquor on him. I struggled as 
he trapped me against the couch, my breathing frenzied and erratic as the 
terror seized hold of me. 

"Leave me alone," I screamed, trying to bite and kick at him as he continued 
kissing and lathering my mouth with his lips and tongue. "I don't want to do 
this, I don't want to! Get away from me, you animal, get away!" 

He was just laughing in a quiet, confident tone. He must have not believed 
me or was too drunk to realize that I was serious because he kept pawing me, 
forcing me against the couch, kissing my lips in a hungry fashion. 

In desperation I bit his lip and he yelped, leaping back for a moment, 
lifting his heavy body from mine. I leaped from beneath him and tried to run 
toward the stairs. As I whipped by him he reached out and caught the strap 
to my bra. He tried hard to keep me there and the strap tore free, ripping 
my bra from my body. I spun around with the impact and his eyes feasted on 
my exposed breasts, rising and falling with the frenzy of my terrified 
breathing. 

My breasts were jiggling in an enticing manner and he rose up from the couch 
and moved toward me. I turned and raced for the stairs once more but he 
caught me at the steps, his big, thick fingers wrapping around my waist, 
tugging on me. We both fell to our knees. I was trying to crawl up the 
stairs and he was trying to pull me back toward him. 

"Come on, you little bitch," he hissed, growing angry now as, he pulled on 
my waist with his thick, wet hands. "You've been cock-teasing me for too 
long! We've had this date for a long time, baby, a long fucking time!" 

I was scared to death. I was sobbing and trying to haul myself up the stairs 
by the railing. I felt his fingers hooking into the waist band of my panties 
and I screamed as he savagely tore them free from my quivering flesh. He 
threw them aside and his harsh, rough fingers slithered over my trembling 
buttocks and down along my smooth, tapered thighs until he was able to clasp 
both hands around my slim ankles and viciously yank me back down to the 
bottom of the stairs. 

I rolled and turned, my head bumping on the steps as he hauled me down to 
where he lay, gasping for breath with the effort of attacking me and the 
greedy, determined lust - that was raging in his loins. 

He pinned my shoulders to the floor and stared down at my trembling frame. 
He licked his lips, running his eyes over my damp, quivering flesh. "God, 
what a body you have," he whispered excitedly, shaking his head in 
anticipation. "I knew you looked good, but I never suspected how good!" 

I felt his huge hand cover my soft, pliant boobs and give them a rugged, but 
very loving squeeze. I moaned and felt a rush of pleasure ripple through me 
as he kneaded and massaged my trapped globe. My nipple was full and erect, 
digging into the thick, hard flesh of his palm as he caressed my trembling 
sphere. 

Savagely he ran his free hand beneath my bottom and dug his fingers into my 
soft, warm buttocks. I gasped as he harshly gripped and kneaded my spongy 
cheeks, the hard point of a single digit pressing and twirling around the 
warm, damp entrance to my anal tunnel. 

"Ohhh, please, please, Don, don't," I sobbed, the tears running down my 
cheeks now as I burst into a fit of frightened crying. "Please don't hurt 
me, Don, please don't! Ohh, God, let me alone, let me alone!" 

Well, Doc, he didn't give a damn about what I wanted. All he could think 
about was his own boiling greed and desire. Hungrily his wet mouth traveled 
over my smooth, creamy neck. I felt his wet, damp kisses lathering my flesh, 
his teeth nipping savagely at my warm, quivering mounds as he neared my 
aching tits. I was still struggling violently against the attack but 
somewhere I knew that it was no use. 

I felt his hand slipping from beneath my bottom and riding over the moist, 
warm flesh of my smooth, luscious thighs. I groaned and pressed my legs 
tightly together, trying to roll away from him at the same time. My whole 
body was alive with fear and half of my frenzied movement was involuntary, 
just a series of terrified spasms. 

He laughed softly, as if the whole thing was still a game to him and dug his 
big, hard r fingers between my slippery limbs, forcing them apart. I was 
kicking and thrashing but it did little good for in a matter of moments he 
had spread my thighs wide and slipped his huge, muscular thigh between them, 
cocked at an angle to bold them apart. 

His mouth crushed down on my breasts, licking and lathering them with a very 
vicious passion. I felt his tongue riding up and down along the damp, warm 
cleft between my luscious globes and his teeth nibbled greedily on my 
alabaster flesh. He rolled the stabbing dart around the rim of my nipples, 
slashing violently with the arrow as his teeth surrounded the base of my 
stiff, hard nugget. 

I gasped as he sucked the quivering button into his mouth, locking his hard, 
chewing teeth around the base of the nipple. He lashed at the trapped pebble 
with his tongue, licking and sucking hard on my imprisoned boob. I cried out 
as a mixture of pain and pleasure raced through my breasts and the agonizing 
fear completely consumed me. 

I could not think of anything but how-frightened I was. My body was on fire 
with a raging mixture of pain, terror and increasing pleasure. I didn't 
quite understand how certain things he was doing could make me feel good and 
that frightened me even more. 

I felt his hand cup over my damp, quaking pussy mound, pressing firmly 
against my trembling cunt lips. My aching hillock was damp with sweat and 
the increasing slimy fluid that was seeping from my burning cave. I can't 
explain why my cunt was feeling so fevered and tingling with growing 
passion. As his hand rubbed briskly around the thin, sparse hair that 
covered my pulsating womb I felt a silky sensation growing ever stronger in 
my loins and I could not keep from moaning quietly in pleasure as the riding 
palm of his hand continued to create vibrant delights in my aching tunnel. 

"I knew you were interested, baby," Don chuckled happily, his fingertips 
dancing around my tiny, erect clit. "I could tell you had the same idea as I 
did! God, but you're nice and hot and wet! I just' love a good, slippery 
pussy, just love it!" 

I sobbed and shook my head, trying still to force him off of me. I was 
moaning and thrashing, but losing my will and effort with each passing 
moment. His fingers caught my soft, juicy clit and began rolling the tiny 
button back and forth. Shock waves of wanting careened through my loins and 
cunt as he attended to my tortured pebble. I moaned and shivered 
involuntarily and heard him laughing with a deep, thick tone as he pinched 
and caressed my aching nugget. 

He sucked passionately at my breasts, pressing his full body weight down on 
me, pinning me to the floor. I felt his other hand slither down along my 
stomach and belly to his trousers. My heart froze with fear as I heard him 
tugging his zipper down with a loud, frightening hiss. 

A second later he had caught one of my wrists and was dragging my reluctant 
hand down toward his opened pants. "Come on, baby, loosen up," he said, his 
voice raspy and thick with his growing need. "I want to feel that soft, warm 
hand of yours wrapped around my dick! Come on, bitch, quit fighting and 
touch me! Touch me, damn it, touch me now!" 

God, Doc, I was sick with fear and disgust. I mean, I never wanted anything 
like this! Just the idea of touching him made my stomach churn but there was 
nothing I could do. I felt his hand push my fingers against the thick, 
throbbing shaft and I gasped as I felt the hot, boiling blood racing through 
the hard, massive pole, making it pound wildly against my soft, hesitant 
fingers. 

I sobbed and curled my digits around the rod, its hot, burning flesh seeming 
to be on fire in my grasp. He groaned in pleasure as I gave the quaking 
shaft a gentle squeeze and he jerked spasmodically under my closing fist, a 
tremor of passion ripping through his loins and organs. 

I didn't exactly know what to do, I mean, I had read a few dirty books and 
had sneaked a look at some of the text books my father had, but I wasn't 
sure of anything at that moment so all I did was hold the rod tightly in my 
grip, squeezing and releasing the shaft as I tugged on the rod from left to 
right. 

Don was groaning in pleasure now, his big, muscular frame quaking under my 
half-hearted attention. He ran two fingers up and down along the moist, warm 
cleft between my aching cunt petals and gave the swollen lips quick, hard 
pinches. I groaned and shivered uncontrollably, the pain and fear I was 
feeling, slowly being overcome by a passion and delight I had never 
experienced during masturbation. 

I sobbed loudly, my gulps of crying despair catching in my throat, making me 
gasp and choke. He ignored me now, convinced that I was just playing a game 
with him. Lovingly, with increasing desire he ran his fingers up and down 
against the damp, slippery entrance to my virginal womb. I moaned as he 
twirled the offending digits around the burning opening, dancing them beyond 
my quaking cunt petals every so often, making me gasp with the tingling 
sensations of his teasing invasion. 

Suddenly he slithered two of the huge, thick prongs inside of me and as he 
penetrated my tender tunnel, my whole body erupted with a thousand different 
sensations. Pain mingled with pleasure as he twisted and turned the plunging 
spears, forcing them deep inside of me until they were tapping impatiently 
at the thin membrane of flesh that was my virginal wall. 

"Ohh, God, no, no," I sobbed, releasing his cock and pulling on his hand 
with both of my own, desperate to get his fingers out of me. "No more, Don, 
please no more! Ohhh, God, don't do this, don't, don't, don't!" 

He reached up with his free hand and wrapped his huge, meaty fingers tightly 
around my throat, cutting off my air for a moment. Terror seized me and I 
clawed at the hand but it was like a steel vise around my neck and I was 
helpless in his grasp. 

"No more fucking around, -cunt," he hissed savagely, giving my neck another 
hard, frightening squeeze. "I haven't the time or energy to mess with you! 
Quit trying to fight or I'll have to teach you a lesson you'll never 
forget!" 

I knew he would beat me senseless and I meekly returned my hand to his hard, 
throbbing cock. He laughed happily and released my throat, indicating that I 
should pump my hand up and down on his rod by grabbing my wrist and moving 
my hand with his own. I did as he wanted, gently riding my curled digits 
along his hot, fevered flesh, a part of me thrilled to hold such a powerful, 
vibrant piece of flesh in my hand. In a way I loved touching him. The huge 
shaft was like a pounding spear in my grip and the way the hot, steaming 
passion careened madly through the burning tool made me almost faint with 
fear and greed for him. 

I was totally confused now. All I could do was ride my soft, slender fingers 
up and down the length of his manhood, gripping and squeezing as I went 
along, dragging my trim, short nails across his flesh, tracing a path in his 
burning meat with them as they went along. 

Now he began to pump his own, thick, greedy spears in and out of my quaking 
pit. My cunt was warm and tight around the driving prongs and my pussy 
muscles flexed and quivered uncontrollably under his- cruel attack. He 
sighed and moaned, loving the sensation of my hot, damp cave surrounding his 
plunging tools. God, Doc, I never would have guessed that I could start 
liking it. I mean, each time he buried those fingers inside of me, turning 
and tapping against my maidenhead, I felt warm, trembling pleasure ripple 
through my pussy and I found myself bucking my cunt up against the head in 
an insistent fashion. 

I moaned as he pumped the fingers in and out of me in a rhythmic manner, his 
thick, hard thumb rolling back and forth over my clit, sending wave upon 
wave of intense pleasure rippling through my loins. I was licking my- lips 
and gasping with need, disgusted and frightened by my response. He could 
tell I was getting turned on and his kissed and nibbled frantically at my 
tits and he drove the fingers faster and harder at my burning passage. 

I pumped my own, soft, pleasing fingers up and down on his rod, trying, 
unconsciously to match his own rhythmic attack on my helpless pussy. I 
pinched the thick, hard head of his cock and slithered a nail across the 
engorged tip making him moan and shiver uncontrollably as the violent spasms 
of lust tore through him. I felt him sliding his hips down between my thighs 
and I held on to his cock in desperation as he began to position himself for 
attack on my virgin womb. 

One last spasm of terror and hope ripped through me and I punched weakly at 
his chest, my tiny fists having no effect on him as he took hold of his 
thick, throbbing manhood and pressed the fat, hard head between my damp, 
trembling petals. 

"Noooo," I screamed, biting his shoulder savagely. "God, no, no, no! I can't 
I can't! Ohhh, God, nooooo!" 

But it was no use and he didn't care one bit about me then. He thrust 
forward and I felt his cock penetrate my virginal passage. The huge, 
pounding shaft seemed to fill my cunt to bursting and I gasped with pain as 
he pushed forward, driving the hard tool to the thin wall of flesh that was 
my virgin barrier. 

He laughed viciously as his dick head tapped urgently against my hymen. I 
groaned and thrashed uncontrollably under his assault, my damp, trembling 
thighs opening and closing spasmodically against his pants. I felt him 
withdraw his prick about halfway out of me, twisting and turning as he did, 
enjoying himself completely. 

"Ummm, baby, you're nice and tight," he chuckled through his harsh, labored 
breathing. "I'm gonna bust your cherry right now, honey! Gonna make you a 
woman, baby, a fucking woman! Ahhh, you're gonna like it, kid, like it a 
lot!" 

He thrust forward and I screamed in pain and fear as my taut membrane 
repelled his attack. He grunted in frustration and pulled out of me again. 
He paused a moment and it seemed as if the whole house had suddenly got 
deathly silent. All I could hear with his harsh, fevered breathing and my 
own, aching sobs. 

Then he drove forward with all his power and tore through my thin, 
unyielding wall, burying his cock in the depths of my loins, sighing with 
satisfaction as he plunged into me. 

The pain was fierce and intense and I cried out in despair and agony as he 
buried his cock to the hilt in my warm, taut pit. I moaned and quaked, the 
rippling pain seared my inner walls as his cock completely filled my tight 
little pussy. His hands slithered beneath my buttocks and wrapped themselves 
around my spongy cheeks, digging in tightly, holding me firmly in place. 

As he sucked and chewed on my soft, plaint boobs he began to pump his 
manhood in and out of me in slow, rhythmic patterns. I quivered and gasped 
as the long, fluid strokes made me tingle with a new delight I had never 
expected. I gasped as he buried the huge, long shaft deep inside of me, 
rocking and swaying against my hot, gripping inner walls. I could not help 
what my body was feeling now and I felt sick and angry at myself for 
responding. 

"Ohhh, God, Don," I heard myself gasping, bucking my pussy up to meet his 
plunging shaft in -an involuntary spasm of lust. "Fuck me hard, darling, 
fuck me hard! Oooo, you're hurting me so good, so damn good! Fuck me, Don, 
hard, hard, hard!" 

I couldn't believe I was whispering such things to him but I was. The pain 
was still lingering in my poor, raped pussy but now it was joined with an 
intense and overpowering pleasure I had never known and my aching cunt grew 
more and more greedy for the delights he was giving to me. 

He held my shapely little ass tightly in his grip and pumped the huge, 
pleasing shaft in and out of me with increasing force and passion. Each 
stroke filled my pussy with an aching need and I was soon thrashing and 
rocking under his cruel assault, thinking only of how wonderful and hot his 
prick felt slithering along my taut, virginal tunnel. " 

"Ahhh, what a good, tight pussy you have," he laughed in a tight voice, 
bucking his prick deep inside of me again. "Just the right kind! Ummm, this 
is good, baby, real good! Move around some more, honey, I know you like it!" 

I was lost now as he powered his meat into me again and again. My pussy felt 
on fire and his prick completely filled my cave with a wonderful, driving 
force that was more pleasing than anything else I had ever experienced. I 
joined the rhythmic stroking of his cock, bucking my cunt hard against his 
invading shaft, grinding my belly tightly against his own. 

Each time our fevered flesh met and parted, the room echoed with a loud, wet 
smack and the sounds of our labored breathing lingered in the air with 
increasing passion and need. I screamed and moaned, thrashing violently 
under him as he drove his cock hard and deep inside of me. 

I could feel my pussy growing tighter and tighter and I knew that in moments 
I would be having an orgasm that was more powerful than any other time in my 
life. Hungrily I locked my cunt muscles around the driving pole, urging him 
on, gasping and kissing his manly shoulders with my eager mouth. 

He knew I was nearing the moment of release and he drove his meat into me 
harder and faster. I groaned and shivered, vicious waves of wanting racing 
through my loins as I seemed to be growing hotter and more frenzied than I 
could believe. 

"Ohhh, God, God, I'm going to come," I gasped, barely able to breathe. I 
shivered and rocked, swaying the huge, thick rod inside of me. "I'm going to 
come, right now! Ohhh, God, it's good, so very good right now!" 

I screamed loud and long as the fiery, intense orgasm erupted in my loins. 
It seemed if my whole body was experiencing the climax and I shuddered 
involuntarily as the steaming come burst against his plunging shaft and 
overflowed my womb, running in thick rivers down his hard, masculine thighs. 

Now I could feel his own trembling desires reaching a fevered pitch. He was 
no longer in control of himself as he powered the huge, pounding tool into 
me again and again, each stroke making his cock harder and thicker and 
burning with an overpowering need and desire. I felt him shiver and rock as 
he approached the moment of bliss. 

Suddenly he bucked forward, driving his cock hard and deep into me. I felt 
him shuddering and rocking spasmodically and heard him gasp with an aching 
delight as the exquisite agony of his climax ripped through him. Hot, 
searing rivers of come spurt from his shaft and lashed my inner walls as the 
tremors of released seized hold of him. 

"I'm, coming, Nancy, coming in you now," he moaned, rocking and swaying 
against the burning depths of my aching cunt. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, it's 
fucking good! Ahhh, coming in your virgin cunt so fucking good right now!" 

We rolled and thrashed on the rug, gasping and moaning as the violent spasms 
of wanting and relief tore through us. I seemed to have orgasm upon orgasm 
and he kept coming and coming, the boiling fluid of his passion continuing 
to burst from his fevered cock and mingle with my own creamy liquid inside 
my tortured womb. 

Finally we broke apart and he rolled on his back, spent and drained of all 
passion and greed. I curled up into a ball, sobbing and moaning with a 
mixture of shame, disgust and pleasure that I could not bear. He left me 
alone for awhile, feeling a little embarrassed and worried I guess. I was 
lucky I was able to pull myself together before my sister got back home. 

* * * 

Nancy was trembling violently at this point and I suggested she cut off her 
story and try to calm down. It was plain to see that she could not go on at 
this time without breaking down, so I suggested she return the next day and 
pick up where she left off at that time. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The next day Nancy arrived on time and her attitude and the way she carried 
herself was not quite as tough as the previous visit. I could tell that she 
wanted to finish her story, so I wasted no time, and had her begin at once. 

* * * 

Well, Doc, after that night, Don avoided me. I figured it was a drunken, 
_wild moment on his part and I didn't want to get into a big hassle so I 
didn't say anything about it to anyone. 

Besides, I had enjoyed it a little bit and that worried the hell out of me. 
I mean, I was raped, but I liked it, I really, kind of liked it! 

Anyway, a couple of months went by and I didn't see much of Don. He seemed 
to be embarrassed about the incident and whenever we were around each other 
he would act as if I weren't even there. I didn't mind that, I didn't feel 
like remembering it either, the whole thing upset me terribly. 

I suppose we would have gone on that way if my sister didn't suddenly have 
to go to the hospital and leave me with the kids and him alone in the house. 
It wasn't bad during the week. It was awkward, but he works hard and usually 
isn't home until late and then just has dinner and goes to bed. The trouble 
began on Friday night. 

He came home real late, after eleven and I could tell he was drunk again. I 
was lying in bed, the lights off, not making a sound. I would have been 
watching TV but I had a feeling this might happen and I wanted to have him 
think that I was asleep, hoping that if he did, he wouldn't bother me. 

He clomped up the stairs and my fears were quickly realize as he made 
straight for my room. I knew what he wanted and I lay very still in bed as 
he called out my name. I didn't answer, but that didn't bother him. He 
walked right over to my bed and took hold of the sheets and blanket, 
whipping it off of me in one swift tug of his hand. 

"I know you're awake, bitch," he hissed in a slurring voice. "I ain't that 
stupid! Now why do you have to act like that shit-head sister of yours? I 
know you want it, I can tell!" 

He leaned over me and slithered his hand up under my nightgown. I gasped as 
I felt his fingers traveling greedily over my trembling thighs to dance 
enticingly across my wet, warm pussy lips. 

My pussy was slippery and wet with the steaming fluid that was seeping from 
my aching tunnel and he laughed roughly, riding the tips of his digits up 
and down along my quivering petals. I moaned in response and pushed at his 
hands with a force and intent that was laughable. 

He knew what was going on and before I could stop him, his greedy, hungry 
mouth was traveling over my quivering thighs, licking and kissing my warm, 
smooth limbs with increasing desire. I gasped heatedly as I felt his tongue 
riding along the edge of my cunt petals, stabbing insistently between the 
tender folds of flesh. He lathered my aching lips and rolled his tongue up 
and over my tiny, twitching clit with the rough, determined spear. 

I groaned as I felt the seeking prong riding around my clit. I shivered 
involuntarily, an intense spasm of pleasure rippling through my loins as he 
opened his mouth and sucked my aching nugget between his teeth. I gasped 
with pleasure and swayed under his greedy sucking. Waves of delight were 
tearing at my aching inner walls as his harsh, thick tongue slashed at my 
trapped button and he sucked the thick, creamy juice from my hillock and 
drank it greedily. 

God, Doc, this was a new one on me! I had heard about this but never had any 
idea of how good it could feel! I bucked my pussy hard against his eager 
mouth, my body seemingly out of my control. I felt him slithering around 
until he was lying along side of me, his fingers fumbling impatiently with 
his zipper, tugging it down, freeing the thick, hard bulge that was his 
growing shaft. 

"Come on, baby, put your luscious little mouth on this prick," he whispered 
urgently, drawing the prick from his pants and pressing it against my 
unwilling lips. "Don't fuck around with me, bitch! I want you sucking on 
this dick right now!" 

I could not control myself and the hot, stinging pleasure I was experiencing 
under his frantic, greedy sucking of my cunt forced me to take his cock in 
my soft, slender fingers and begin licking and lathering his fevered flesh 
with my moist, pink dart. 

He shivered spasmodically, thrusting his prick against my teeth. His flesh 
seemed to be burning with desire and I moaned as it throbbed powerfully 
against my lips. 

Lovingly I ran my lips along the huge, pulsating shaft. I nipped at his 
flesh with my perfect, even teeth, listening with satisfaction to his thick, 
harsh groans of delight as I worked my way down to the root of the huge, 
throbbing pole. 

I slithered my tongue down and under his taut, hairy ball bag, stabbing at 
his nuts playfully, kissing the warm, pounding sack with my succulent lips. 
He gasped with pleasure as I opened my mouth and curled my lips around the 
bag, sucking it between my teeth. I had no idea of what I was doing but I 
knew that it was making him feel good. I slapped the hard, thick stones that 
were his balls back and forth against my moist, warm cheeks and blew 
stinging currents of hot breath against his trapped flesh, making him groan 
and quake under my greedy attack. 

"Ahhhh, yeah, yeah, suck my balls, baby,-suck them hard," he gasped, rocking 
and quaking as I licked and stabbed at the imprisoned stones. "Ahhh, good, 
good! That's it, honey, that's it!" 

He was seized with a passionate need and he quickly slithered his tongue up 
and down between my damp, trembling petals of lust. I groaned wildly as, I 
felt the pleasing spear dancing against my hot, slippery cunt entrance. 
Teasingly he twirled the arrow around the rim of my opening, slashing it 
hungrily against my dripping womb until I was bucking and thrashing 
violently, grinding my cunt hard against his eager mouth. 

I gasped tightly as I felt his strong, rough tongue penetrate my fevered 
cave. Lovingly he slip it deep inside of me, twisting and turning the huge 
spear around the slippery interior of my aching passage. I groaned deeply, 
the spasms of wanting rippling through my loins with an insistent need. I 
felt his hands curling around my soft, spongy buttocks and he pulled my 
pussy tightly to his mouth,, locking his teeth around my cunt lips, sucking 
and chewing on my flesh with a frenzied greed. 

Now I was caught in the grip of a powerful urgency. I drew my loving mouth 
from his hard, hot balls and ran it swiftly up along his pounding shaft once 
more. I kissed and nibbled at his meat as I went along, dragging my teeth in 
his flesh, thrilling to the way he shook violently and moaned his pleasure. 

I formed and oval with my mouth and curled my lips around the rim of his 
huge, hard helmet, drawing the throbbing head between my teeth. He almost 
leaped away from me as I locked my teeth around his cock and sucked hungrily 
on the imprisoned shaft. I slashed wickedly with my pink, pointed tongue, 
stabbing wildly at his piss slit, blowing and sucking passionately on his 
prick as the aching desire grew stronger. 

His own pleasing tongue was now pounding along my aching tunnel with a 
fevered wanting. He pumped the delightful, spear in and out of me with a 
rhythmic force and my body rocked and swayed under his assault, thrilling to 
the vibrant waves of delight that rippled through my loins with every 
delicious stroke of his marvelous dart. 

"Eat me, Don, eat me hard," I gasped, quivering spasmodically as the 
wonderful arrow drove deep into my fevered cave. "Ohhh, it's so good, so 
good! Eat me, darling, ohhh, God, eat me, eat me now!" 

I could not longer contain my lust. I bucked my cunt hard against his mouth 
and sucked more and more of his cock into my lovely mouth. I relaxed my 
throat muscles to give him more room and in moments the huge, thick shaft of 
his cock was slithering down the taut, narrow passage of my silken throat. 

Feverishly I allowed him to bury his prick to the hilt in my mouth. He 
gasped and shuddered, the overpowering desire completely consuming him. He 
bucked back and forth, making the huge pole slither in and out of my 
precious mouth and I pumped my lips and teeth along his flesh, rocking under 
the rhythmic force of his frenzied greed. 

"Jesus, Jesus that's good," he groaned, almost unable to speak so intense 
was his pleasure. "Ahhh, yeah, suck that cock, baby, suck it hard! Ahhhh, 
it's good, Nancy, real good! Suck it baby, suck it!" 

Now both of us were insane with lust and we drove our mouths at each other 
with greedy passion. He pumped his marvelous tongue in and out of my pussy 
in fiery, licking pleasure, sucking the creamy juice of my wanting into his 
mouth and chewing frantically on my aching mound. I could feel nothing but 
the wonderful, fierce waves of need that were tearing through me and all I 
could think about was giving the same pleasure back to him. 

I powered his prick in and out of my damp, velvet, chamber with a wild fury. 
I sucked and blew against the plunging shaft, lathering it with my tongue, 
dragging my teeth across his burning flesh, feeling the thrill of his cock 
growing bigger and stronger with ever delicious stroke that I took. 

Both of us were drawing nearer and nearer to a moment of violent passion and 
when I suddenly felt the explosion of greed tear through my loins I screamed 
loudly and mashed my bursting pussy against his mouth as my orgasm consumed 
me. 

"Ohhh, I'm coming, Don," I moaned softly rocking and swaying against his 
greedy lips and tongue, thrilling to the rippling spasms that were tearing 
through me. "I'm coming so nice, so very nice!" 

My come burst into his greedy mouth and he drank it happily, jamming his 
tongue in and out of my erupting womb with increased frenzy. I pumped my 
mouth harder and faster on his cock, sucking and blowing with all my 
strength. I felt him tense as tightly as a coiled spring then shudder 
violently and uncontrollably as his climax roared through his loins. 

"I'm going to come, baby," he gasped, driving his prick to the depths of my 
taut, hot tunnel. "Ahhh, Jesus, am I going to come good in your mouth! Here 
I come baby, here I come! Right in your lovely, little throat!" 

The steaming, boiling come spurt from his shaft and I gulped frantically, 
trying desperately to swallow every precious drop as it burst from the hot, 
thick head of his mighty tool. Again and again the fiery liquid seared the 
delicate walls of my silken chamber and I could do nothing but roll and 
shiver with my own orgasm and suck hard on his erupting shaft. 

On and on it went and, Jesus, it was nice. When we-finally parted I felt as 
if every part of my body had been fucked to death! I loved it, Doc, just 
fucking loved it. After that night I couldn't wait to get him alone, I went 
crazy for him, fucking and sucking him at every chance I got. Which is why 
I'm here now. We finally got caught and they sent me to you. But am I so 
sick, Doc? I mean, I know he raped me a couple of times, but I still love 
him. And I want that prick, Doc, I really want and need it! Tell, what do 
you think is wrong with me, anyway? 

CONCLUSION 

The problem that Nancy D. has is not an unfamiliar one. Many young girls 
experience an overwhelming desire for a powerful, passionate man. Since she 
did not feel close to anyone, it was not surprising that her brother-in-law 
could so take control of her. I advised her to stay away from the man and to 
continue seeing me on a regular basis. She must be made to see that the 
passion and need she is feeling is not directed in a healthy manner. I am 
sure with time and treatment, she will turn out all right. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Vickie R. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Many times a young girl can be trapped by her own budding womanhood and the 
loneliness that can accompany that. Vickie R. was such a girl. She sat 
across from my desk, dressed in an enticing outfit of see-through blouse and 
short mini-skirt. It was sad to see such a young girl playing at being a 
grown-up. She tried hard to give me the impression that nothing bothered 
her, but it was painfully easy to see through that mask as our session went 
on. 

* * * 

I like to think of myself as a little more adult than most girls my age, 
Doctor. I never did like all the silly kid things they do. And of course the 
boys are more than dumb at that age. Maybe that's why it was so easy to fall 
in with my uncle. 

He's a very famous writer you know and had always been nice to me when he 
came for a visit. He is tall and slender but has. this kind of animal 
quality to him that turned me on at once. I didn't know what I was feeling 
but it was weird, I can tell you that. 

Anyway, when my parents decided to go. out of town a month ago, I jumped at 
the chance to stay with uncle Freddie. He has this great little house 
outside of town with a loft for a bedroom and a wonderful fire place that 
always has logs burning in it. I knew I was going to have a good time. 

Now, uncle Freddie has always had a bad time with women. He does exactly 
what he wants at all times and of course, nobody likes that. He wasn't all 
that keen about having me stay with him, he was afraid I would interfere 
with his work. I promised I wouldn't though and so he let me come in spite 
of not really wanting me. 

He took me out to dinner that first night and kept me entertained with all 
the juicy stories he knew about famous people. When we got home it was after 
eleven and I said I was going to put on my nightgown and sit in front of the 
fire before going to bed. That was my big mistake. 

I didn't know much about sex at all, Doctor or I wouldn't have done that. I 
knew what it was and how it was done, but I didn't have any intention of 
doing that for a long time. I was just a little girl, my boobs hardly 
developed at all and my pussy barely had any hair on it. All in all, I don't 
think I was very attractive at all, except from my bottom which has suddenly 
rounded out into a very pert and sexy part of me that uncle Freddie says 
bounces in a saucy way whenever I walk. 

At any rate, I came back down from the loft wearing this short, cotton gown 
that barely covered my knees. I walked by him and sat down in front of the 
fire, my back to him. I was just sitting there, listening to the soft music 
on the stereo, peering into the flames when he slipped up behind me. 

He was pretty drunk by then. He always drank a lot and hadn't let up during 
dinner. I tried to ignore the tremor of fear that quaked in my loins when I 
felt his body behind me and he placed his hands on my shoulders, kneading 
and massaging my flesh through my thin, cotton gown. 

His fingers dug deep into my back and I moaned softly. I couldn't help 
enjoying the sensation and everything was fine until he bent down and 
pressed his lips to the back of my neck, kissing my warm, smooth flesh in a 
passionate manner. 

"Ahhh, you taste delicious, my little darling," he whispered softly, leaning 
over and running his mouth round my cheek to my trembling lips. "Ummm, soft 
and warm, so nice! Kiss me, Vickie, kiss your Uncle Freddie, now!" 

I tried to squirm away but he held me too tightly. He slipped around in 
front of me, pressing his lips tightly to my own, running his tongue back 
and forth over my tightly clenched teeth. I was whispering frantically, 
begging him to let me go but he acted as if he didn't hear me. 

I moaned as I felt his tongue forcing my teeth apart, riding over them to 
slither into my mouth and slash greedily at my own moist spear. I felt the 
rough, harsh arrow entwine around my tongue and his mouth crushed hard 
against mine. I gasped in fear as his hand roamed over my back then suddenly 
slithered beneath my round, soft buttocks and began to knead and massage my 
spongy half moons. 

"Stop it, Uncle Freddie, stop it," I moaned, trying to get away from him 
now, my heart pounding with fear. "I don't want you to do this! Please, 
please let me go! Please stop right now!" 

He didn't seem to think or care about what I was feeling. He gripped and 
massaged my bottom with an increasing passion and held me tightly to him 
with his free hand. I moaned as I felt his fingers traveling over my bottom 
and around my thighs and I tensed with fear and worry as his hand gripped my 
inner thigh through my gown and began to gather the hem of my nightgown 
upward. 

Now I was really scared. I started to strike at him, my little hands barely 
having any effect on him at all. He chuckled happily, as if we were playing 
some sort of a game and I heard him gasp with delight as he pulled the hem 
of my gown past my thighs and his fingers wrapped around my warm, naked 
flesh. 

I felt very embarrassed at having his hand there and I tried to pull it 
away. I didn't know what he wanted but I had an idea and it scared me badly. 
I moaned as he slithered his hand between my legs and began to massage and 
rub my tiny, pulsating pussy mound. My cunt felt warm and tingling under his 
hand and I hated the vibrant pleasure that his experienced caress was giving 
me. 

Hungrily he pushed me back on the rug and all my efforts to stop him were in 
vain. I cried out in terror as I felt him forcing the gown up beyond my 
hard, palpitating stomach, revealing my tiny, trembling breasts to his eager 
eyes and greedy hands. 

I screamed when he cupped his palm over one quivering mound, giving it a 
gentle but firm squeeze. "What lovely little tits," he whispered 
passionately. He bent down and gave the trapped sphere a swipe with his 
tongue and I gasped in aching fear. "Umm, they taste delicious, little 
darling, simply delicious!" 

I was trying to get away, Doctor, really I was, but I was no match for him. 
It was if I were just a toy for him to play with, so easily did he have 
control over me, then. He ran his tongue around the base of one of my tiny, 
erect nipples and slashed at it greedily with his rough arrow. I groaned as 
he lathered the small button, his hand busily riding up and down over my 
pussy mound, massaging my cunt through my panties. 

Now I was really upset. I began kicking and fighting, nipping at his 
shoulder with my teeth, trying to throw him off of me. He chuckled happily 
and hooked his fingers in the waist band of my panties, giving them a harsh, 
greedy tug. I heard them tearing under his effort and felt them leaving me 
and in a moment his hand was back, cupping itself over my now naked pussy. 

He must have gone crazy, Doctor. He thrilled to the sensation of my almost 
hairless little cunt under his rough, working palm. He rubbed my aching cunt 
briskly with his hand and tapped lovingly at my trembling clit. I gasped and 
shivered under his caress, my aching anger and fear mixing with the 
incredible delight that his kneading fingers were giving my tortured, 
virginal cave. 

His fingers grew damp with the juice that flowed from my womb and he laughed 
happily as he twirled two of the thick, hard spears along the trembling 
cleft between my hot, slippery pussy lips. 

"Ummm, going to get you ready for me, honey," he cooed seductively, licking 
and kissing my breasts with a growing desire. "Going to get you burning so 
hot you won't be able to stand it! Doctor, I didn't want this, I really 
didn't! He told me later that I did, but it isn't true, it really isn't! I 
just wanted to get away but he wouldn't listen to me. He stabbed and darted 
his fingers at my hot pit, catching my twitching clit between them and 
rolling the juicy button back and forth until I was sobbing with the twin 
sensations of pain and pleasure he was creating in me. 

I cried out in terror as I felt him pushing my legs far apart, driving his 
knee between them. I was helpless under his weight and all I could do was 
try and bite and punch at him. 

Suddenly I felt his fingers driving between my damp, warm cunt petals, 
rolling and turning as they invaded my virginal cave. I screamed and 
shivered spasmodically, trying to pull away from the unwanted prongs that 
were burying themselves inside of my taut, damp pit. 

He was raping me and he didn't even realize it. I begged and sobbed but it 
didn't so any good, Doctor, it didn't do any good at all. I groaned and 
quivered, crying out again and again as he began to pump the huge, thick 
fingers in and out of my aching tunnel with growing abandon. 

* * * 

At this point, Vickie could no longer continue. She broke down into tears, 
sobbing and quaking so violently that I had to give her something to calm 
down. When I felt she was recovered enough to let her go, I sent her home, 
making her promise to return the next afternoon. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The next day she was not much more relaxed, though she had dropped the 
tough, grown-up act and became the little girl that she was. She sat stiffly 
in the chair and told me the rest of the story in a quivering voice. 

* * * 

Ohhh, God, Doctor, I was so scared. My cunt felt filled to bursting under 
his driving fingers and as he drove them in and out of me faster and faster, 
I gasped and cried out as they struck the thin wall of flesh that protected 
my virginity. 

When I heard the hiss of his zipper going down I knew what he was going to 
do and I screamed loudly, begging him to let me go. He slapped me across the 
face and told me to calm down, that this would be wonderful if I would just 
relax and go with it. I didn't believe him, but there was nothing I could do 
anymore. 

I tensed with aching fear as I felt him position himself between my thighs. 
I felt for the first time his thick, long prick pressing intensely against 
my pussy lips and I sobbed in terror as he thrust forward, driving the huge 
tip beyond my damp, slippery entrance. 

God, it was like he was tearing my cunt apart! He groaned with the effort of 
fitting the huge shaft into my taut, narrow passage but my screams of terror 
and agony did not stop him. He grunted and gasped, rocking from side to 
side, burying the huge, hot pole deep into my aching tunnel. I felt him 
banging against my maidenhead and I groaned with the sharp pain of his 
assault. 

I felt him slither his prick back out of me and I thought for a moment that 
he was going to stop, but then he drove forward once more and a screaming, 
tearing agony ripped through my loins as he broke through my maidenhead and 
buried his prick to the hilt in my steaming tunnel. 

He laughed at my pain and sobbing and gripped my tiny bottom in his hands, 
pumping his cock rhythmically in and out of my pussy with increasing passion 
and force. This wasn't at all what I had expected from sex. It was horrible. 
Again and again he drove that prick into me and I could do nothing but lay 
still under the attack. 

The huge prong forced my cunt to expand to a painful limit and I could hear 
his heavy, labored breathing as he rode my gripping interior with mindless 
passion. I was crying heavily now, but he just went on and on. I felt his 
prick shudder inside of me and then suddenly a hot, thick liquid was 
spurting from his prick and searing my inner walls as he gasped and moaned 
his delight. 

"I'm coming in your little cunt, honey," he groaned in relief. "Ahhh, yes, 
yes, coming in your virgin cunt so good! Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!" 

I just lay there, letting him shoot that ugly, hot fluid into me. I wasn't 
even crying anymore, Doctor, I just wanted him to get it over with. Then 
when he was finally done, he pulled out of me and asked me how I liked it. I 
just spit at him and ran upstairs. He left me alone after that and I haven't 
told anyone but you about this. Oh, God, Doctor, is this what it's going to 
be like for me? I don't think I ever want sex again, not ever, ever, ever! 

CONCLUSION 

She was beginning to get upset again and I stopped the interview right 
there. As kindly and patiently as I could I explained to her that her 
disgust and hatred of sex was normal under these circumstances. I did as 
much as I could to get her to realize that what happened to her was not 
normal. I believe she will need a lot of treatment, but over time, I think 
she can reach a healthy state of mind. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Glenda J. AGE: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

One of the most pleasing things in life is the budding sexuality of young 
girls, but this can also be a dangerous time for them. Glenda J. is a case 
in point. She entered my office almost unable to speak. She was a very 
small, hardly developed child who sat in my chair as if she wanted to hide 
in it. I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible, telling her to 
take her time as she told me what had happened to her. 

* * * 

I'm so sick, Doctor, so rotten sick, I can't stand it! Ill never be clean 
again, I just know it! If I had known what was going to happen, I never even 
would have made friends with the guy next door. 

His name is Alan and he is a hippie, at least that is how he acts. He is 
only about five-foot-five and has long, stringy hair that he ties in a pony 
tail and a thick, unkempt beard. I shouldn't have gone over to his apartment 
when he invited me, but what did I know? 

He seemed so exciting. You know, free and all that. And I had heard so much 
about him, smoking dope and all that, that I was just intrigued and thrilled 
that he was taking an interest in me. We had talked a few times and he was 
always nice and polite. He never made any advances toward me like some boys 
I go to school with did, so I felt safe going over to his place. 

The apartment he has is so small that you can hardly walk around in it. He 
has this ratty, old mattress that's his bed and it looked like the place 
hadn't-been cleaned in years. He had me sit down on the mattress with him 
and he rolled a few cigarettes talking to me all the time. 

I had never smoked grass before and he had to show me how. It was such a 
strange feeling. I felt light and airy and good all over. I really suppose 
that's why I didn't protest when he started to run his hand up and down over 
my thighs. I was wearing shorts and a halter top at the time, not that I 
really need to cover my boobs, they are so small and I didn't begin to get 
scared until he started kissing me, his other hand playing with the buttons 
to my halter. 

I pushed him away, telling him I didn't do that kind of thing. He must have 
thought it was a joke because he suddenly popped the buttons free on my 
halter exposing my tiny, round breasts to his hard, gripping fingers. 

My boobs trembled as he curled one of his hands around them, squeezing each 
soft mound in the palm of his hand. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he 
didn't seem to understand. He pinched one of my small, soft nipples between 
his thumb and forefinger rolling it back and forth in a rhythmic fashion. 

I slapped his face, but he just laughed, forcing me to lay back on the 
mattress. I was really kicking and struggling now, but he easily caught hold 
of the zipper to my shorts and pulled them swiftly down over my smooth, warm 
thighs. I moaned as I felt the material slithering beyond my ankles and I 
must have blushed with embarrassment because it had been such a warm day 
that I hadn't worn any panties and now I was completely naked under him. 

I screamed in panic, thrashing wildly as his hand roamed freely over my 
hairless pussy, his fingers gripping and squeezing my aching hillock with 
growing desire and need. I felt him crawling on top of me, shedding his 
pants as he did and I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. 

I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing insistently against my virginal 
thighs, the huge, throbbing head pressing between my damp, trembling pussy 
lips with increasing greed. I screamed and fought but it was no use. 

"I'm a virgin, Alan, a virgin!" I cried but it only seemed to turn him on 
all the more. 

He reached down and I felt the shock of his fingers spreading my damp, hot 
pussy petals. I gasped as he slipped the head of his cock inside of me and 
bucked forward abruptly. His searching prong tapped against my maidenhead 
and I moaned as the huge shaft seemed to consume my aching womb. 

I felt him withdrawing then suddenly he rammed forward once more with all 
the force he could gather up and drove through my virginal membrane with a 
final surge of uncaring passion. 

I screamed as he took my maidenhood from me and began to sob uncontrollably 
as he settled back and pumped his cock in and out of my poor, tortured cave. 
I don't know how long it lasted, Doctor, but he just went on and on, 
grunting and moaning until I felt him shuddering violently and the hot come 
spurted from his prick and seared my inner walls with all its ugly 
stickiness. 

Ohhh, God, Doctor, I feel so sick and horrible. I don't think I ever want to 
have a man touch me again. All I can remember and see and smell is him, just 
him! Just him! 

CONCLUSION 

Vickie became quite unable to control herself at this point and I gave her 
something to calm her down and had her go on home. She is in a bad state of 
mind and needs quite a bit of help. I believe, in time, she can overcome her 
disgust at sex. I will do all I can to help her, the first action on my part 
to be convincing her parents to report the incident to the police. A person 
such as this Alan, has no business walking the streets. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

Rape can be a terrifying experience for a young girl, and the aftermaths of 
the rape are always just as brutal. 

Frigidity is usually one of the most common results, particularly when the 
victim involved is a virgin at the time. 

I am always asked, repeatedly, what is a young girl to do in a situation 
like that. There is nothing to be done. 

Preventive precautions must be taken beforehand. Young girls should not be 
walking alone on the streets at night, and I always recommend that the girl 
carry a can of mace in her pocketbook to fight off the rapist when he 
attacks. 


THE END
