Slave Girls: Whipped, Tied & Trained
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Bondage and Discipline. Perhaps the most misunderstood manner of sexual 
pleasure in history. And historical it is. As far back as man has recorded 
time, this practice has been in evidence. 

Ancients took part in it, sometimes savagely, often as pure sport, much as 
it happens today. While the people indulging in B and D are often scorned 
and called ill, the facts are not in support of these conclusions. 

Usually it is between consenting adults, both of whom desire this form of 
enjoyment. We should be less quick to condemn, except in the circumstances 
where the sexual organs or the body are mutilated. 

Consider what some of the women in this volume have to say on the subject: 

Judy B., twenty-one: "I loved Martin, would do anything for him, when he 
wanted to beat me, I didn't mind, little did I know I would come to love 
it... " 

Natalie L., nineteen: "I don't know what happened, but suddenly, the coat 
hanger lashing my buttocks felt better than anything I had ever experienced 
before... " 

Bobbie R., seventeen: "I didn't want it, I didn't! I couldn't help it, I 
started to like it, like every blow he rained down on me... " 

Laura W., twenty-two: "I have never denied I enjoyed being beaten. To me, 
the kiss of the whip is the purest pleasure there is... " 

From the recorded interviews of young women... 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Lulu H. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Lulu is a short girl with reddish-brown hair and a face that seems to shine 
when she smiles. I did not notice that at first, however, because she walked 
into my office - in tears. In fact, when she began talking, I could hardly 
make out a word that she said. It wasn't until I informed her of that fact, 
and also, until she started to talk about things that left her feeling good, 
that I finally saw the smile. 

Lulu was wearing a tan blouse, and her long hair looked wonderful against 
it. The blouse was cut low in the front, and I could see that she had large, 
rounded breasts. She also wore tight pants, showing her shapely thighs and 
buttocks. 

All in all, she did not seem like the kind of girl who would be into 
becoming a slave for her man, and I was to soon learn that I was right and 
wrong at the same time, depending on various aspects of what had happened. 

* * * 

I never thought that Dickie would really do what he did to me. Oh, you can, 
believe that he had threatened to do it many times, but then again, he had 
said that he would do a lot of things. Oh God. Now that I think about it, if 
he could have carried out the bondage, he might decide to carry out some of 
the other things. 

I really don't know if I could live with those other things. One of the 
things that he talked about, every so often, was sado-masochism. He told me 
about a movie that he had seen where this man whipped a girl until she was 
bleeding. 

Of course, she was tied up at the time. When the man started to burn her 
nipples, there was nothing that she could do. 

As Dick told me about those things, I could see this animal kind of lust in 
his eyes, and it really scared me like crazy. But I don't think that I'm 
ever going to let him get me tied up again, just in case. 

Maybe I had- always fantasized about it, deep down. I mean, I would see 
these old movies on television, where the women are so submissive to the 
men, and cater to them hand and foot. Of course, there was never any 
explicit sex in a movie like that, but you tended to get the idea of it. 

I first met Dick when I was fifteen, but we didn't start to date until I was 
around sixteen. He was a neighbor of my cousin Laurie, and I would visit her 
every so often and see him lying out in the sun, tanning himself. At the 
time, I was still a virgin, but his body did turn me on a great deal. 

He had a practically hairless body, and whenever he would sunbathe, he would 
wear the skimpiest, tightest suit possible. You could make out the outline 
of his cock bulge perfectly. Once, when he wore a flesh colored suit and he 
was lying on his stomach, I really started to get turned on, because I 
thought that it was his ass. 

Anyway, Laurie just introduced me as her cousin, and I didn't think too much 
of it. He seemed a bit aloof, and I never thought that we would ever go out 
with each other. 

Maybe I did have one or two fantasies about him, though, before he ever 
called. 

I remember once lying in bed, naked. I had reached maturity about three 
years earlier, and I was scared to go out and fuck a boy. But I would 
masturbate every so often, just to relieve myself of the pleasure ache in my 
cunt. 

Once I had seen Dick, he became part of my fantasy. But let me tell you 
this. I never told him about my fantasy. 

In it, I was his slave, in some ways. I wasn't tied, but I would do whatever 
he wanted to do, so long as he was naked when he commanded me to do it. I 
would just look at his long, thick cock (which, at the time of my 
fantasizing, I hadn't seen, except for the outline of the bulge), and then I 
would be totally submissive. 

In return for carrying out his orders, such as cleaning his apartment and 
making him dinner, I would get his dick as a reward. 

In one of my best fantasies, I would be sitting under the table, between his 
spread legs, and I would be licking his hard-on while he was eating. It 
would be so long and stiff as it jutted right out of his body, and I could 
feel him starting to thrust it in and out of my mouth every time I hit a 
part that he liked. 

While I thought about this, I would be lying on my bed. I'd be naked, of 
course, and starting to play with myself. I could always turn myself on 
well, because I knew just the way I liked things to be done. 

I could wiggle my stiff clit back and forth, speeding up the action when I 
knew that I was reaching peak, and then, slowing it down a little to wait. 
Because I never wanted to come until Dick had started to come in my fantasy. 

Since I didn't even know what it tasted like, it was only something that I 
could imagine. But I thought that it would be like a sweet nectar or 
something. 

He would be pumping his come out into my mouth, and I would be moaning like 
crazy. That was when my pussy would explode, and I would feel the wet, hot 
cream, slowly oozing out of me and running down all over my fingers. 

It was the greatest feeling, and believe me, it was even more sensational 
when, one night, he really did call. 

"You might not remember me," he said, and I already recognized the voice 
before he told me who it was. "I was just wondering if you're free tonight." 

"For what?" I had to know, even though I was going to go anywhere. 

"To go with me to a cousin's party. If you don't want to, you don't have to. 
I thought about who to ask, then called your cousin because I remembered 
you. But remember, you don't have to say that you want to go if you really 
don't want to... " 

"I'll go," I said, before he could even finish. 

I never really did understand why he kept thinking I wouldn't want to go. I 
realized, later on, after knowing him for a while, that he loved to use that 
kind of reverse psychology. Still, I was so excited, that I had a lot of 
trouble deciding what to wear. 

He came to pick me up at eight that night. His blonde hair was kind of 
slicked back, and he didn't look as cool as usual. I guess, and he told me 
this later for sure, that he was uncomfortable visiting relatives. 

He also told me this whole story to go along with his, about how we were 
going together for a long time, and how we were very much in love. He wanted 
to impress his aunt, and basically, get them off his back because they were 
always trying to set him up with one girl and then another, and he hated 
that. 

I was more than happy to play the part of his long-time girlfriend. 

The party was very boring, and we didn't stay too long. He told me to say 
that I was sick, and that's just what I said. 

"I think I owe you something real big," he said to me, as we were driving 
away from the house. "I mean, for doing all this shit. What would you like?" 

I just looked into his eyes, and I know that he got my message. In fact, he 
slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal, and so, we arrived at his 
apartment in less than fifteen minutes. I'm just glad we didn't crash, 
because he was driving like crazy. 

As he led me inside, he started to light a joint to relax me. I told him, 
when I was stoned enough and loose enough to talk, that I was a virgin. 

Dick loved that idea. He moved his lips to mine then and started to kiss me 
hard, pressing his long tongue into my mouth. 

I would have been his slave right then and there, I know it. 

As he was kissing me, he started to open my blouse buttons slowly. I could 
feel his palms rubbing my tits through my bra. He made some kind of 
sarcastic remark about the fact that I was even wearing a bra. 

I wasn't for long. He had skilled fingers, and when he pulled it off, he 
marveled at the sight of my stiff reddish-brown nipples. He moved his mouth 
to one, and then I just slid my hand down to his thigh. 

I started to rub him, and he reached for my hand and pulled it to his cock 
bulge. God, was he ever big. Or, maybe he just seemed big. 

You see, it was my first dick. I didn't see any others until the night of 
the card party, when he made me his slave in front of all his friends, and I 
had to service all of them. In comparison, his cock was an average size to 
all the others. 

He made me open his zipper, and then he pushed me down on my knees. Dick 
knew just the way he liked to have his cock sucked, and he started to give 
me explicit instructions. I started to lick the cock head, and I could taste 
a drop or two of the come. 

He was playing with my nipples the whole time, and that was making my pussy 
wet. 

Slowly, he reached for my head and started to pull my mouth further down his 
shaft. I thought that I was going to choke on the thick cock head, as it 
entered my throat, but I didn't. I guess that I had dreamed about it so 
often, that finally getting it was easier. I wanted it, and that counts a 
lot. 

He loved it when he could feel his cock head in my throat. I know, because 
of the way he started to moan. 

Then, he started to fuck my face. It was harder than I ever imagined it 
would be. He started to hold my face cheeks, and he was pumping his cock in 
and out of my mouth, sometimes holding it deep and kind of grinding it 
around. 

I thought that I was going to choke, but when he started to come, I loved 
it. 

I pulled my head back because I wanted to taste that thick cream on my 
tongue, and he seemed to understand. In fact, he was moaning for me to flick 
my tongue back and forth over his cock head as the cream shot out. 

In doing that, I could feel his thigh muscles spasming. 

After he had come, he started to undress me. He stripped me of my skirt and 
panties, then told me to lay back on the bed. 

I spread my legs wide for him as he moved his mouth down between them and 
started to eat me. I had never let anyone else ever touch my cunt before, 
and it was such a thrill having someone else do it, that I came pretty fast. 

I know that he loved it. He was sucking at my juices like crazy, and then he 
started to move his lips over my clit. As my passions seemed to be 
subsiding, I started to feel them on the rise again. For as he was sucking 
my clit, he was playing with it, using his tongue to do all kinds of things. 

Dick made me come about three times before he entered me. At that time, 
being my first and all, I didn't even realize that he had done it because he 
wasn't hard again, yet. But later, as we started seeing each other more, I 
learned that was his way. 

He loved to come first, and then he would make me come, until his cock was 
hard enough for a good fucking. 

And he was a good fucker. As he started to lick his way up my body, he 
played with each of my nipples for a while. I could feel his stiff boner 
rubbing over my thigh, and then he entered me, slowly and gracefully. 

I could feel my pussy stretching to take his cock in, but I didn't mind. I 
was more than happy to have him, and as his cock bone slid over my clit, I 
could feel myself spasming over and over again. 

But that time, I had his cock to grip onto, and it was so much better. It 
was a pretty long fucking, too. Each time he seemed to be on the peak of 
coming, he would slow down his thrusting pace, and then start up again 
later. 

I came about five times before he started to shoot his cream into me, and my 
orgasm when that happened was the best. 

As we lay arm in arm, he started to stroke my hair. 

"You really are good," he said. "I like you. I want to see more of you." 

"I want to see more of you, too. I'll do anything for you," I said, and 
maybe, I never should have said that. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Lulu came to see me, she seemed much happier than the first 
time. When she told me why, I was shocked. As it was, she and Dick had tried 
the slavery thing again, and she had loved it that time. 

One of the main reasons, she told me, was because she and Dick were alone, 
whereas the first time, it had been in front of all his friends. 

Lulu was wearing a skirt this second time, and she looked more attractive 
than she had the first. She was also eager to talk. 

* * * 

Now that I look back on that night, I don't mind it anymore. It was just 
kind of an introduction for the things that happened in the last few weeks. 

I had been seeing Dick for about five months. I would be at his house almost 
every night, but didn't sleep over all the time because of my folks. 

Well, on Friday nights, he would usually get together with his friends to 
play poker. Since he had his own apartment, and most of them didn't, it was 
almost always at his place. He would usually tell me to come at about 
eleven, when the game was breaking up, but this one night, he told me to 
come early. 

When I got there, he jokingly suggested that I was going to be the maid for 
the night, and that I would serve the guys the beers and pretzels. 

I didn't like the idea, but he promised me that I would be rewarded well. As 
he said that, he was stroking his cock bulge through his pants, and really, 
that was all it took to get me to do it. 

There were five of them. I don't even remember the names of the other guys, 
and I don't even think that I want to. 

All I know is that as the game went on, I was being called in to do all 
kinds of things. I had to empty the ash trays, and bring on more beers, and 
even, at one point, roll some joints for them. 

Each time I was finished doing something, I would be sent back to the 
kitchen, because, as Dick told me, he didn't want me looking over anyone's 
shoulder and then making faces when I saw the hands that people had. 

Finally, at one point, Dick called me in. He pulled his chair out from under 
the table, and I could see him rubbing his cock. 

"Hey, Lulu, suck my dick for me," he said, so boldly and brazenly. 

"No," I told him. "Not in front of all of them." 

"Lulu, I gave you an order. Now do it," he said, getting more angry. , I got 
just as angry in my refusal. Then, I heard one of his friends say something 
to him. I didn't catch it all, but it had to do with Dick's having lied to 
them about what a subservient slave I was for him. 

That made him even more furious. Suddenly, there was a side of him coming 
out that I had never seen before in my life. 

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me over to him. He forced me down 
between his legs, and pulled his hard cock out. When I kept my lips shut 
tight, he started to get even madder. Then, someone handed him something 
from across the table. 

It was a thick leather whip. He held it over me and threatened me. I 
couldn't believe that he was doing something like that. It freaked me out. 

I still refused, and that was when he whipped me on the shoulder. 

"Hey," one of the guys said, "if you had the slave tied, she would do 
anything because you could control her." 

As he was saying that, someone was grabbing my hands and pulling them behind 
my back. The next thing I knew, I could feel something being strapped and 
laced around my wrists, and then it was pulled tight. 

I tried to pull my hands free, but they were tied. 

As Dick started to open my blouse, I was so embarrassed. He couldn't pull it 
off because of the way my hands were tied, but he did open it all the way 
down the front, and then pull my bra down below my tits. 

I could hear moans from some of his friends as they looked at my tits. 

Then, Dick pulled my mouth closer to his cock. He started to thrust it 
against my lips again, but I still refused to open my mouth. 

Then, he pinched my nipple so hard, that I had to scream. I could feel his 
cock being forced into my mouth at that point, and it was terrible. I was so 
humiliated that I couldn't get into it at all. 

Still, he kept moving my head up and down his shaft. When I looked up into 
his eyes, I could see that he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at 
all his friends, and they must have been loving the show. 

Dick didn't take long to come. When he started to, I could feel it shooting 
down my throat. He pulled back so I could flick my tongue over his cock 
head, and I could tell from his moaning that he was loving it. 

As he pulled my head back, I was shocked by what he made me do next. 

"Now, slave," he said to me, "do my friends. They're all sitting here green 
with envy and hard as rock. Do them." 

As he forced me to turn, I could see under the table. The other four all had 
hard dicks, and they were all out of their pants. Each guy was stroking his 
own thick piece of meat, and I didn't want to do it. 

As he started to push me toward the guy with the biggest cock, I started to 
scream at him. I cursed him out really bad, and that was when he whipped me. 

I could feel the stinging lash of the whip all over my back. He pulled my 
shirt up in the back so that he would be able to whip my bare flesh. When I 
opened my mouth to scream again, the guy with the big cock forced" it right 
into my mouth. 

"You were right," he moaned. "She does give great head, and she is a really 
good slave. Maybe next week I can get my girl, Betty, over here." 

I hated hearing shit like that. He was pulling my head all the way down his 
shaft so that his thick balls were pressing against my chin, and his cock 
head was deep in the back of my throat. I could also smell his manly scent, 
because through most of it, my nose was inches from his thick cock patch. 

I started to get into it a little more by the time the third cock was 
entering my mouth. I really just talked myself into it. I knew that there 
were a few more to be done, and I just psyched myself up for doing it. 

By the time I was sucking on the last dick, I was going at it eagerly. I 
couldn't wait for the owner of it to come in my mouth, so I could get the 
whole thing over with. I didn't realize that Dick was planning to put on a 
better show for them, until after I had swallowed that load of come. 

Dick forced me to my feet, and then started to pull down my skirt and 
panties. I wanted to die when they all looked at my cunt. 

He threw me over the table, with my legs hanging off the end. I saw then, 
that his cock was hard again. 

As he entered me, I couldn't help but moan. Then, I could feel all kinds of 
mouths all over my body. The other guys were starting to really turn me on. 
They were licking and sucking my tits and neck and ears. 

Then, I felt one of them moving his cock into my mouth. It was the guy with 
the biggest cock, and he started to fuck my face good and hard. 

By that time, though, they had managed to heighten my senses. I could feel 
my whole body getting into the orgasm that I finally had, because of Dick's 
thrusting cock. He must have known how much I was turned on, because my cunt 
spasms were tight, and he couldn't hold back from coming much longer after I 
did. 

After he had come, that was really it. He pulled me off the table and untied 
me. 

Then, I ran into his room and started to cry. 

He finished the card game, and it wasn't until after the guys had left that 
he came into my room. 

"I thought that you once said you would do anything for me," he said. 

"I did. But that wasn't for you. That was a display for them, and you know 
it. You put me on display, like some hooker, for all your friends." 

"But you did like it in the end," he said to me. "I know that you did." 

I was still crying. I told him how much I really liked him, and that the 
only reason I liked it in the end was because there "were so many people 
working on me at once. Then, he started to tell me why he had done what he 
did. 

He and the guys, the week before, had all been talking about what slaves 
their girlfriends were, and he wanted to prove it to them. 

"I don't mind being a slave for you," I said. "Because I think that I love 
you. But I don't ever want to be one for all of them again." 

"But you don't mind being it for me?" he asked, with a sly glimmer in his 
eyes. 

I told him that I wouldn't, again, and ever since that time, I have been his 
slave. 

In most ways, I love it. I love doing things for him anyway, so carrying it 
one step further to the sexual act is even better. Usually, he ties me up, 
and once I'm tied, I just feel that I can lie back and let him do all the 
work. 

However, on occasion, he makes me do things that I wouldn't do unless I was 
tied. The other day, he made me lick his asshole while he jerked off on my 
tits. Although I didn't want to, I couldn't prevent it. In the end, it was 
really kinky. 

So now, as opposed to last week when I hated it, I don't mind being a slave 
to my man, as long as it's only my man, and not his gaggle of friends. 

CONCLUSION 

I was glad to see Lulu happy, because she seems to be the kind of girl who 
emits radiance when she is. However, I had certain things to tell her about 
becoming a slave for her boyfriend, and doing whatever he wants. 

As the game becomes more intense, Dick might decide to test her in a way by 
haying his friends over again. The first time was to prove a point to his 
friends, but this second time, if it ever happens, could be to prove a point 
to Dick. 

It could all be a test for him to see if she really is a true slave, 
because, if she is, then she would do anything for him. That is what being a 
person's slave is all about. You must do whatever the master commands. 

In making her aware of this, she denied that it could ever happen again. 
However, she told me that she was going to talk with Dick just to make sure. 

Somehow, I feel that her talking with Dick about it is only going to put the 
idea into his head. Then, the test of her true slavery will be given. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Iris R. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Iris is a tough looking black girl with short black hair and a beautiful 
looking body. When she came to see me, she was wearing a tight blouse and 
slacks, and I could see all her shapely curves. 

Her breasts are not that large, but, for a girl with her kind of build, they 
seem perfect. She also has very rounded buttocks, which look firm, too. 

Iris was wearing a pair of black leather boots, and I noticed that she had a 
tendency to stroke them gently as she spoke. This showed me how much the 
girl appreciated leather, and in some ways, I felt it also acted as a kind 
of security blanket for her. 

She was not at all reluctant to talk. In fact, anxious is the word. 

* * * 

I'm gonna say it here, and I'm gonna say it now, and if anyone wants to 
argue with me, then she can come in and do it in person. It's supposed to be 
a myth, they say, but I don't think it's no myth. 

And here it is: All black men are hung like horses. 

Yeah, doc, you got me straight. All black guys have cocks like clubs. Now 
most people always say that you can't generalize like that, but I don't give 
a flying fuck. 

I've been with my share of nigger dudes, and all of them got cocks so big, 
they don't know what to do with 'em. 

But now, I got somethin' else to say on the matter, which most girls who 
love big dicks might think is crazy. 

I think they suck. I really do. Because a guy with a big dick seems to think 
that he can control the whole fucking world with it, and that he's got the 
greatest fucking power because of his cock. I hate men like that. 

In fact, I was with about twenty black dudes before I ever met my Arnie, my 
one and only white dude, and the love of my life. Arnie don't got a cock to 
compare in size with some of the black meat I've come across, but then 
again, who needs it? 

I mean, a girl's just gotta get a guy who knows how to fuck, big dick or 
not, and if he does, then he'll turn her on. 

That's another thing with those niggers with big dicks. They think that all 
they gotta do is shove it in, and most of them do just that, then thrust 
like mad, and that is gonna turn on their chick. 

Well, most guys with big dicks then, got brains in their dick, and not in 
their head, especially if they're gonna think like that. 

All right, I'll tone it down a bit. I just can't help but harbor this kind 
of hostility inside of me, because I feel like every nigger man I was with 
just used me to satisfy his own fucking sexual need. 

And I don't think I ever had an orgasm until I was with Arnie. I had them 
before he ever started getting into the slave game, and I was more than 
willing do to it with him afterwards, because I knew that if I turned him 
on, he'd turn me on even more. 

But I think, before I tell you about Arnie and the fun we have together, I'm 
gonna tell you about some of the niggers. Ya know why? Because all of them 
made me feel even more like a slave than Arnie. 

I know what that means, too, at least to me. It means that I don't love 
being a guy's slave so much. What I love is being a slave to a guy who's 
gonna turn me on, and reward me with sexual gratification. Then, it's worth 
it. 

But those fucking big-dicked niggers didn't have it. 

The first two I ever had, and I know you're gonna think me a slut that I 
took on two at the same time, were relatives. Now I know you're gonna think 
me an incestuous cunt, but I don't care. 

I never cared what people thought about me, because I know me, and I know 
what I think about myself. That's all that really counts. I don't give a 
shit what others tend to think about me. The ones that I care about always 
like me. 

Anyway, it was my brother and my cousin, Lyle and Barry. 

I don't even remember how it all came about, and you probably think that I'm 
fillin' your office with a load of bullshit when I say that. But it's true. 
I know that a girl is supposed to remember her first time always, but I 
think I purposely blocked that shit from my mind. After meeting a stud like 
Arnie, it's easy to forget about all the previous experiences you had. 

Anyway, Lyle, my brother, was three years older than me. I was fourteen at 
the time, and Barry, my cousin, was fifteen. 

We were visiting my aunt one afternoon, when the two of them decided to take 
me for a walk in the woods, near her country house. 

I was a naive, dumb nigger then, and I didn't know that the only reason they 
were acting so nice to me was because I had a pussy. 

You see, Lyle was always a shit to me, and whenever I would go to visit my 
aunt, Barry never wanted to have to entertain me. He was her only child, and 
he usually didn't like me coming over there. 

As we walked deeper into the woods, I was havin' a fun time. We were joking 
and bullshitting about this and that, and it was a better time than I had 
ever had with those two motherfuckers. 

Finally, we sit on a rock, and Lyle pulls out some smoke. 

"Don't tell mom about this," he said. "I've been smoking for a while, and I 
thought it's about time for you to try it, girl." 

I had heard some of my friends talking about grass at school, but I didn't 
know if I could get into it. However, when you're sitting on a rock with two 
motherfuckers who are getting high, and they keep telling you to try it and 
you got no resistance, you're gonna end up smoking it, too. 

Anyway, I didn't really feel a thing from it, although after about two of 
them, they both looked pretty stoned. I could hardly see Lyle's eyes. 

Soon, I notice that both of them are kind of stroking my back. I didn't mind 
it too much, although I couldn't understand why. It was loosening me up, 
that back-stroking, however. Then, Lyle leans over to me. 

"Hey, sis, how would you feel about fucking?" he asked me. 

"I don't know. You got anyone in mind for me to fuck?" I asked. 

Then, I notice how he and Barry are rubbing those club sized dicks of 
theirs. 

They start tellin' me how it would be good experience for me, because when I 
meet the man of my dreams, he's gonna want me to have experience. 

And me, dumb naive nigger that I was, believed them. 

Slowly, we all started to get undressed. I had never seen my brother naked 
before, but when I saw the size of his cock, I didn't think I wanted it. By 
that time, however, I was naked, too. 

Barry starts to rub my nipples, and I could feel my chocolate dots getting 
stiff. That relaxed me even more. Then, as they lay me down on the rock, I 
can feel my brother starting to rub his cock against my pussy lips. 

I loved the way that felt, doc. It was nice and slow, and it made me relax 
more. Plus, I had played with my pussy a little, although I never worked 
myself to orgasm. 

I could feel my passions rising slowly. All of a sudden, Lyle thrusts his 
cock into me with one long stroke. I'm about to open my mouth to scream, 
because the pain just surges right through me. But at the same time, Barry 
rams his club into my mouth. 

They both start to thrust like two niggers in heat. 

Lyle, however, was fucking me to get his cock off, whereas Barry just seemed 
to want to feel some pleasure, until my cunt was ready for him. 

I'll admit that it wasn't a completely non-feeling fuck. I mean, I could 
feel my sexual passions rising here and there, but my brother didn't seem 
too concerned about me at all. Both of them rubbed my body, and played with 
my tits. 

When Lyle's cock started to spasm inside of me, I thought that he was going 
to rip my pussy right open. The cock was kind of getting bigger in there, 
and he had already stretched the shit out of my pussy, as well as breaking 
my hymen. 

His come shooting into my pussy was the best part of his fucking me. I could 
feel it lining my pussy walls, and soothing them a little bit, too. Also, 
his cock pulsations started to subside after that, along with his cock size. 

So in that sense, it was good, and I was happy that it was over. 

But Barry had to go next. He pulled his limp cock from my mouth and then 
just moved it right to my cunt. He started to enter me with a good hard 
thrust. 

Again, I could feel my pussy stretching to take him in, and I didn't really 
like that feeling so much. Plus, he liked to shove his cock deep inside of 
me and then grind it around a little bit, so that really didn't feel good. 

Meanwhile, my brother had moved his cock to my face, and he was rubbing it 
there. I just opened my mouth and started to suck it good and hard. 

I don't even know why I did it. Maybe I'm orally fixated. I know that when 
I'm with Arnie, I love to suck on his cock. He can do anything to my pussy 
when his cock is in my mouth, giving me comfort. 

So I was sucking Lyle's, until Barry started to pulsate hard. Then I could 
feel his come shooting into my pussy. 

After he had come, and I hadn't, we all sat there talking. 

When I told them both that I thought it was okay, but basically, that I 
didn't feel much from it, and as a result, didn't like it, they flooded my 
head with nigger bullshit. 

"Well, a girl ain't supposed to like it," Barry said to me. "Ain't that 
right?" 

"Yup," Lyle said. "Fucking is for a man's pleasure. The girl is just 
supposed to lie back and let the man get off." 

"Sounds unfair to me, if you want to know the truth," I said. 

"Yeah, you can think of it as unfair," Lyle said, "but you just can't change 
what's been going down for years." 

Well, with my next few lovers, I tended to think that they were right. They 
were all niggers, too, because I would have hated to be seen with a white 
boy, especially knowing how much my friends would get on my case for it. 

You see, Priscilla, this nigger girl at school, was dating this guy from 
downtown. He was as white as white could be. 

She tried to hide it from most of the other chicks in my class, but one 
night, she was coming home late, and her guy drove her home. Well, Larue was 
sitting outside, and when she saw it, the word was spread throughout the 
school. 

I'll never forget the abuse poor Priscilla had to take because she was 
dating that man. Those nigger girls seemed to be so prejudiced against white 
men. I wanted to try and tell Priscilla that I didn't mind, but I knew that 
were I to take her side, I would be scorned as much. 

That was my reason for dating only black guys, doctor. I know it sounds 
shitty, and I hate myself for it now that I know how good Arnie is. 

But, I don't live at home no more, so the girls don't even know. 

I had about three more guys before I finally was with one that I wanted. You 
see, the others were okay, but I didn't get turned on by the way they 
looked, before I went to bed with them. I would usually be lying in the bed 
while they were fucking me, thinking about why the fuck I was there? I had a 
lot of time to think, too, since none of them ever turned me on. None. 

But Bruce was different, because I wanted him. 

He was one of the school basketball players, and I had been spotting him for 
a while. 

I would always look at him with suggestive eyes, and when he finally asked 
me out on a date, I could feel my pussy creaming in anticipation. 

That was a first, too. I had never felt that way with any of the other guys. 

Anyway, Bruce took me to a movie, and then to the local park. As we were 
sitting on the bench kissing, he pulled my hand down to his cock bulge. 

God, he was as big as all the other niggers I had been with. 

Yet, somehow, I was creaming at the thought of taking him into my cunt. 
Slowly, he started to push my head down to his crotch, and soon, I was 
sucking on that cock. I could only get a couple of inches down my throat, 
and while I was doing that, he was sliding his hand into my pants and 
playing with my pussy. 

I could feel my pussy getting wetter as he fingered me, and soon, I was 
coming all over them. When that happened, he knew that I was ready. 

I lay back on this goddamn park bench, and he lay on top of me. 

Then, he slams that dick into my cunt. I could feel a surge of pain, because 
he hadn't been gentle about it at all. Had he eased his way in slowly, maybe 
I wouldn't have minded so much, but that cock ramming was too much for me. 

"Hey, slow down," I whispered into his ear, as I stroked his head. 

Shit, he was deaf to all my words, like most of them. Had I been able to 
talk to his dick, and had his dick been able to hear, then I probably would 
have gotten through to him. Because while he was inside of me, he was under 
the influence of his cock and nothing else. All he cared about was shooting 
his seed, and he started to come about a minute before I would have come. 

And, stupid fucking nigger that he was, he didn't even do anything to bring 
me off after he had come. He even seemed to know that I was on the verge of 
peak, because right before he was coming, he started to tell me how great my 
pussy spasms were feeling, and how tight that made my cunt seem. 

So, if he had known the first fucking thing about cunts, he would have known 
that he hadn't brought me off. 

God, doctor, it is not only unsatisfying, but also humiliating, to be lying 
under a guy whose just come, when he hasn't turned you on at all. 

It's frustrating as hell, and when Bruce asked me out again, you can believe 
that I didn't agree to go with him. 

But after that, I made it a habit to always go with a guy who turned me on 
by the way he looked first. I wasn't gonna settle for some of those ugly 
niggers who wanted to get into my pants at school. 

You see, I knew that I was a hot looking chick. I didn't even have to dress 
the part. I could throw on anything. All I needed was the right attitude, 
and just get a look at this face. See it. 

(Doctor's note: At this point, Iris started to make certain kinds of faces, 
to show me how she could put on an attitude. It was most effective.) I 
remember once even having a talk with my friend Lily. I had fucked about 
fifteen different niggers by that time. I was only sixteen, but then again, 
I had started kind of early, at fourteen, and fifteen guys in two years was 
not so much, as far as I knew. 

Anyway, Lily was older and more experienced than me. 

"I don't know what it is," I told her. "I just don't know if it's me or 
them. But I don't come when I'm being fucked." 

"Must be them," she said to me. "Tell me. Have you ever masturbated? I mean, 
that's a way to know if you can come hard." 

"Not really," I told her. "I used to play with myself, but it would always 
take me a long time to build myself up, and I always lost patience. So I 
never really did." 

"That's the true test, honey child. If you can bring yourself off to a peak 
with your own working fingers, then you know that you can do it. If you 
can't, then you very well can't blame those niggers." 

I figured that she was right. So, for the first time in my life, at age 
sixteen, I decided to try and frig myself and make myself come. 

That might sound strange, too, doc. I don't know of any other girl who 
started fucking first, and then went to masturbation. 

It's almost like taking a step backwards, so don't you go telling no one 
about it. You're the first person I ever confessed this to. I would have 
been too ashamed to tell my friends about it, because most of them spoke of 
masturbating, while they didn't have boyfriends, but once they did, no more 
self-finger play for them. 

I remember stripping in my own room and lying down on my bed. I sat up for a 
few seconds to study my body in the mirror. I was quite content with my 
large tits, and also pretty happy with my thick black bush. 

I started to play with myself slowly, because Lily had told me to work 
myself up as slowly as I could. That would make the peak even better, so she 
said. So I started to play with my nipples, pinching and squeezing them 
gently. 

As they got stiff, my cunt got a little bit wetter. I kept wanting to shove 
my fingers right into my pussy then, thinking that I would explode. 

But I kept thinking of what Lily had said, and also, kept thinking that if I 
did something like that, then I was no better than a guy with his brains in 
his dick. 

I spread my legs really wide and started to rub my hands up and down my 
thighs, moving them closer and closer to my pussy lips. 

I closed my eyes and started to think of what I would really love. 

I knew the answer soon enough. I was dreaming of a man towering over me and 
really making me his slave. He had no color, so I didn't know if it was a 
nigger man or a white man. But the thing was, he was commanding me to suck 
his cock, and I was loving it because of the power I felt from him. 

I could feel my pussy lips spasming a lot before I started to rub myself. My 
lips were nice and wet by the time I touched myself. 

Then, I started to rub my clit. I could feel myself exploding as I pinched 
it and wiggled it back and forth. I had never felt anything like it in the 
world. My whole body was bursting with a passion sweat, and I could feel the 
come running all over my thighs. 

I started to play with one of my nipples as I was frigging my cunt, and 
that's when I noticed how raised all my passions were. 

It was quite an incredible thing. I could feel my skin tingling wherever I 
touched it, and soon, I was coming steadily. 

I had a lot of trouble catching my breath when I had come out of the orgasm, 
and I remembered the way all the fucking niggers I'd been with had had the 
same kind of problem after they came. I never had it when I was with them. 

That masturbation exercise was just that, an exercise. I mean, I wanted to 
see if there was something wrong with me, and after coming hard, I knew that 
there wasn't. 

I went back to talk to Lily, and fill her in. 

"Well now," she said, "you can come, but you haven't come with a guy yet. 
What is it that you don't like when you're being fucked by one?" 

I told her about how they were all hard on me, and how they only seemed to 
care about one thing. Their own cock explosion. 

Suddenly, I noticed something. Lily was really starting to come on to me. 
After I had told her everything, she stroked my hair. 

"Have you ever thought of making it with a woman?" she asked. "A woman knows 
what it's like to be a woman, and she won't be hard." 

I hated the way she kept talking in the third person, when she knew that I 
knew she was talking about herself. She would have loved to dive right 
between my legs, but the thought of it was turning my stomach. 

"Sorry," I said. "I know that there's a cock out there that's going to turn 
me on. I've never fantasized about being with a woman, and I don't really 
think that I could ever bring myself to do it with one." 

She laughed a little, to shrug off the hurt. 

I think our encounter, sexless as it was, freaked me out in a way. I wanted 
to really try and prove to myself after it that I was straight, and the only 
way I knew I could do that was to find a guy with a good cock, and come when 
he was fucking me. 

Remember I told you I had been with about thirty-five guys before I met 
Arnie? Well, the reason I went out and did it was to prove to myself that I 
was straight. 

My first two years of a sex life were With a total of fifteen guys, which, I 
said, really isn't that much. The third year was different. I was with about 
twenty different nigger men that year, all with big dicks. 

No, doctor, I didn't look for bulges in crotches. Some men had them, and 
some didn't. But even the ones who didn't would swell like crazy the moment 
I would touch them, and then, they would plunge into me. 

Needless to say, that year wasn't too satisfying either. I didn't come with 
any of the guys. When I would get home, I would be so frustrated, that I 
started to finger myself as hard as I could do it. 

And then, and only then, would I start to come. After a while, even the 
masturbation wasn't satisfying. You see, I would sometimes fantasize about 
the guy that I had been with, but it would all be so different in my 
fantasy. 

Then, the guy would really be concerned about making love to me, and so I 
would love it. I would start to come, in the fantasy, and all over my own 
fingers. 

Now I met Arnie about three weeks after I got a job in a library, and took 
my own apartment. He couldn't find this book he was looking for, and he came 
over to talk to me about it. He seemed embarrassed, and I knew why when he 
told me that he was looking for a book on slavery. 

He was in his twenties, and very distinguished looking. He had short blond 
hair and a very straight looking face, with a cleft in his chin. 

The more we spoke, the more we smiled, and when he asked me what time I got 
off work, I couldn't believe it. By that time, I think I wanted him as much 
as he wanted me. And that night, we got each other too, and even got into 
slavery. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Iris came to see me, she was wearing a pants suit. She still 
wore her black leather boots, and still seemed to be using them as a kind of 
security blanket. 

She was all smiles when she walked into my office, and when she smiled like 
that, she didn't seem as tough as I first took her to be. She told me that 
she had just come from a good round with Arnie, and that she always looked 
this good after he had satisfied her desires. I kept that in mind as I 
listened to the details of her encounters. 

* * * 

He came back to pick me up after work, and decided to take me out for dinner 
before going to his apartment. 

During that time, while we ate, we told each other a few things about 
ourselves. I couldn't help but feel a wetness in my cunt the whole time, 
because he was just such a nice man to look at. 

I know that people were staring at us, since we were an integrated couple, 
but I didn't give a shit. He thought that I might have, and at one point, 
asked me. 

"Hey, are those people over there bothering you?" he said, and he pointed to 
this really straight looking, fancy white couple. 

"No," I said. "I don't give a shit if narrow-minded scumbags can't perceive 
of anything past their own fucking noses." 

I had turned in their direction to say most of what I had to say. In fact, I 
might have even screamed it over toward them. They heard me, all right, and 
the woman turned red, and both of them stopped staring. 

Arnie cracked up when that happened, and soon, we were both laughing. 

He told me, later on, that he taught history at college. The reason he had 
been looking for this particular book on slavery (which was loaned out 
already, I found out for him), was because the author had some new insights 
into it. 

I really found this fascinating. He was more intelligent than I was, so I 
didn't think of him like I thought of all those dumb niggers with no brains. 

When we were finished, he even held my chair for me so I could stand up, 
then helped me into my coat. 

I don't know if we would have gone back to his place, had I not suggested 
it. He thought that I might want to go home, but I told him that I wanted to 
see his place. 

He lived in a real fancy apartment, and there were books everywhere. 

As soon as he had closed the door, I turned to him. 

"I don't know how to thank you for the dinner, but I'll sure try." 

I moved my lips to his and kissed him hard. I could hear him moaning as he 
wrapped his arms around me and started to hug me. My nipples were stiff as 
ever by that time, and I started to grind my cunt against his groin. 

He suggested that we move to the bedroom. I couldn't believe it. He had a 
round bed there, with mirrors hanging over it. 

The first time we fucked, he let me do everything. He lay on the bed and I 
started to undress him. I loved his blond haired chest. I had never seen a 
blond man with a hairy chest, and I had been to the beach a lot. 

His nipples were a solid red color, and I started to suck on each one. He 
said he loved my thick black lips around his nipples. 

As I was licking his nipples, he was opening my blouse. He started to pluck 
at my brown nipples, and I could feel them swelling a great deal. 

It felt so good, in fact, that I really didn't want to move down to his cock 
right away. I wanted him to keep playing with my nipples, and position-wise, 
there didn't seem to be any way it could be done. 

I was wrong about that. When I started to lick my way down his chest, 
working my fingers hear his belt buckle, I could feel him sitting up. By 
moving like that, Arnie was able to keep his fingers on my nipples all the 
time. 

I pushed his pants down, and he lifted his ass up to let me. 

Maybe I was disappointed in the size of his cock at first. I really don't 
remember. He had about seven inches there, but I had been used to dicks that 
were even bigger than that. I didn't let him know that, though. 

His cock was standing straight up, and it did look bold and proud. But most 
of all, it was white, and it was much prettier than those brown dicks I'd 
seen. 

I started to run my tongue over his cock head, and he shuddered with 
delight. 

"I love those thick black lips," he kept telling me, and I was even getting 
off on the contrast between the color of my lips, and the color of his cock. 

I opened my mouth even more, and then moved it all the way down his shaft. 
It was great. It was the first time I had ever taken a cock deep in my mouth 
without really being bothered by it, and I guess it was because it was 
shorter than all the others. 

Still, he penetrated my throat, and he did have a nice cock. I don't want 
you to think that I have anything against it. He's the only guy who I've 
been with more than once, and each time with him, it's more exciting. 

I started to suck him really hard, and when I felt him pulsating, he started 
to pull my head up. He told me that he didn't want to come in my mouth. 

"I want to fuck that black box of yours," he said, with such emphasis. 

I stood up and started to peel off the rest of my clothing. I could see how 
turned on he was by my brown body. Then, I straddled his cock. I started to 
lower myself down on it, and I could feel my pussy stretching to take even 
his cock in. 

I had thought that it would be easier, but his cock was thick, after all. 

As I started to slide down that white pole, I could feel my pussy spasming 
softly. I somehow knew that if I continued, I would be able to bring myself 
off. I was cupping his balls in my hand as I rode up and down on his dick. 

Arnie loved it, too. He moved his mouth to my black nipples and started to 
suck and bite them gently. I could feel my cunt ready to emit a gallon of 
come all over his dick, and yet, he didn't seem like he was ready to come 
yet. 

He told me to come. He kept telling me that he loved it when a woman came 
all over his cock, and loved it even more when she came more than once. 
Since I had been with so many men and had never come, I decided that I 
wanted to make up for lost time. 

As I started to come, I could feel my ass bursting with sweat. 

I opened my mouth and started to scream for joy, and that's when I felt his 
mouth moving to mine. He was sitting up all the way then, and my tits were 
pressing against his hairy chest. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I 
kept sucking on it. 

He was massaging my ass at that time, and he was also squeezing my buttocks 
together. I could feel his cock starting to pulsate then. 

He started to come in me soon after that. I didn't even have to move. In 
fact, I did think that was kind of odd. All the niggers that I had been with 
needed to ride me up and down like crazy to come, but not Arnie. 

I could feel his cock pumping into my cunt, and I was so hot about the way 
it had happened, that I started to come again. 

Afterwards, we just lay there and started to talk to each other. 

"Why did you scream so loud as you were coming?" he asked me. - "I never 
came before with a man," I said. "I've been with a lot of them, but none of 
them have ever turned me on like that." 

"Why?" he asked me. "What did I do that was different?" 

"You were just gentle," I said. "You seemed to care about me, not like them. 
They just liked to shoot their rocks off. But not you." 

He started to laugh, and he was playing with my nipple the whole time as he 
did it. 

"I think that there's another reason why you came," he said. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Am I the first white man that you were ever with?" he asked me. 

"Why, yes," I said. "But I really don't see what that has to do with 
anything." 

"Don't argue with a historian," he said to me. "I know what I'm talking 
about. It's the same thing with all you black girls. You start to think back 
to your roots, and you see yourself in the slave position." 

At that time, I was still rather tough, and quite adamant about my attitude. 
I hadn't even thought about what he was saying, but as he said it, it all 
sounded like a big bunch of bullshit to me. 

I told him that, and he said that if I wanted, he would prove to me that I 
was a slave deep down inside, and that I would love to cater to him as my 
master. 

"It's been the black-white story for years," he said to me. "That's the way 
it's always been, and that's the way it's still going to be." 

He hopped off the bed, and started to walk out of the room. I followed him, 
because besides feeling a bit threatened, I also felt like I had just been 
challenged. 

When we arrived in his den, I couldn't believe all the shit that he had 
there. The walls were filled with hung harnesses and whips. 

"The slavery days have always been my favorite," he said, as he pulled down 
a harness. "This was actually worn by a slave when his master would take him 
into town to sell him. Or some of the studs would be forced to breed." 

"Let me see that," I said. 

I can't even begin to describe what it looked like. There were thin strips 
of leather connected here and there. I could see how you were supposed to 
fit one part over your shoulders, and I put it on. 

There was another thick piece of leather that cut into my tits when I had it 
on, and Arnie started to laugh, telling me that this was made for men with 
strong chests, and not for women with big tits. 

He took down another one, and I tried that one on. That one was made for a 
woman, because there were these leather straps that cut under the tits. They 
kind of pushed my tits upwards, and Arnie explained how slave traders used 
them so that the black women would seem like they had even bigger chests. 

Mine was big to begin with, but with the tight strap pushing them up, they 
looked enormous. 

I had this collar part around my neck, and there were these two leather 
straps hanging down behind my back. When I asked them what they were for, he 
laughed. 

"I'll show you," he said, and before I could stop him, he pulled my hands 
behind my back and started to tie each one. 

He didn't tie them together with the straps, but tied each one separately, 
using one strap around each wrist. When he was finished, my hands were bound 
to the sides of my body, and I couldn't move them. 

"Now slave," he said to me, as he picked a whip off the wall, "you are about 
to get your first order from your master. Lick my foot." 

He pushed me down on my knees and pushed his foot under my face. At first, I 
was a little humiliated, much like I had been the first time when my brother 
and my cousin had their way with me. 

But as I started to realize how dominant he was like that, I started to feel 
this tingling in my cunt. Had it not been for the good sex we had had only 
a' few minutes before, I might have been furious. 

But because I knew what a good fucker he was, and because I also knew that 
deep down, he was pretty much of a gentleman, I went along with it. I moved 
my long red tongue to his toes and started to lick them. 

I dug my tongue between them, and he moaned loud as I did it. 

Then, at one point, he cracked the whip on my back. I had been whipped by my 
father when I was younger, with a thick leather belt, and I knew that Arnie 
wasn't whipping me as hard as he could have. 

So, you see, I knew all along that this was a form of slavery game. 

, I started to love it more. As he told me to lick my way up his leg, I 
could see that his cock was starting to surge a little bit. 

"Suck on my balls, slave," he said to me, and I sucked those two round nuts 
right between my lips. I loved the way that they tasted. 

As I was sucking on them, he started to play with his cock. Soon, he had 
another hard-on, and when I let his balls fall from my mouth, and started to 
move them to his hard dick, he slapped me on the nose with it. 

"I didn't tell you to suck my cock, slave," he said to me. 

He slapped me again and again with his cock head, and I could feel my pussy 
beginning to get wet. My whole body was tingling, because it was the most 
exciting thing I had ever been involved with. 

Usually, with those niggers who fucked me, they would just like to get their 
cocks hard, then fuck me until they came. 

But Arnie was having fun playing with my wet cunt, and I love it. 

He turned his back on me and told me to lick the sweat off his buttocks. I 
started to lick his ass cheeks, and I could taste a salty flavor. He was 
moaning very loud as I ran my tongue over those ass cheeks. 

I liked the way that they tasted, and I could see, through his spread legs, 
that he was jerking on his cock to keep himself hard. 

After I had licked his buttocks dry, he started to stand up again. He took a 
leash from off the wall and attached it to the collar part of the harness. 
Then, he told me to stay on my knees and follow him into his room. 

Of course, I had no choice. He led me to his room, like a black dog. 

At one point, I protested, and started to ask him what the point of this 
was. 

When I did that, he turned around and slapped me on the face. 

"If you were really a nigger, working down south in the slave days, you 
could be put to death for asking a question like that. That's radical 
thinking for niggers and because of it, you will be punished." 

When we got to his bedroom, he threw me over the bed, face forward. 

Then, I felt him whacking my ass with something. When I turned my head to 
look, I could see that it was a riding crop. He looked maniacal as he was 
whipping my ass, but by that time, my pussy was pressing against the bed, 
and I was creaming. 

The whole thing was sensational. My buttocks were ultra-sensitive by that 
time, and I could feel a pleasure tingling each time he hit me. 

I started to come right then and there, and he knew it. There was no way 
that I could disguise my heavy breathing. 

As I was coming, he whipped me harder, telling me at the same time, that I 
shouldn't be coming because I was being punished. 

Then, he walked around to my mouth and shoved his cock down my throat. I 
started to choke on it - because it entered me so unexpectedly, but he 
didn't keep it in my mouth for too long. He told me to get him nice and wet, 
because he was going to fuck me the way any white master would fuck his 
slave girl. 

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did get his cock wet. Then, 
he moved behind me and started to rub it between my brown buttocks. 

That's when I knew he was going to fuck my asshole. I got scared shitless. I 
had never fantasized about having my ass fucked, because I always thought it 
would hurt too much. 

As his cock head started to penetrate my asshole, he slid his hand under my 
body and started to finger my cunt. I was still coming by that time, and his 
fingers, wiggling my clit back and forth, made it even better. 

When he had me in mid orgasm, he thrust his cock deep into my asshole. 

I had thought that I was going to burn with pain, but all it did was loosen 
up the rest of my body. I could feel my head and mind exploding with 
pleasure, and it seemed like every nerve ending in my body was feeling it. 

I started to squirm around. I wished, for those few seconds, that I could 
have had my hands free so I could have rubbed his buttocks. However, I 
wasn't going to stop him in the middle of his passion-ridden ass fuck. 

Because I knew that he was feeling enormous pleasure. I could feel his cock 
throbbing the whole time it was in my asshole. 

I loved it the most when he would thrust deep into my asshole and keep 
himself there, grinding his cock around. 

He told me later that it was my sphincter muscle that he was hitting, and 
when they were massaged enough, you're whole body could relax. 

My sphincter must have been more relaxed than ever. 

Because I kept coming and coming. He knew it, too. He kept whispering in my 
ear, telling me that his cunt-probing fingers were on fire. 

Of course, that was because my pussy was heated through and through. I loved 
what he told me, however, because it just made me come even more. 

He fucked my asshole for about thirty minutes, before he started to shoot 
his cream inside of me. That was a warm, relaxing feeling, too. 

As we started to come out of our orgasms, he rolled me over and moved his 
mouth down to my cunt, then started to eat out all the cream that I had 
built up inside of me the whole time. It was a great feeling. 

He kissed me on the lips after that, then untied me. 

"You were a good slave," he said. "I'm happy I met you." 

"Does that mean it's over?" I asked him, because it almost seemed like he 
wanted me to get dressed and leave him. 

"No," he said. "But most girls usually think that it is. Most of them are 
happy that it is, and they leave." 

"Well, this is one nigger who ain't gonna do that," I said, and we laughed. 

I've been seeing him now for about a year. There are weeks when I live with 
him and he's even talked about my giving up my apartment. 

He says that it's senseless to pay two rents, but I just know that I have to 
keep my place, if for anything, for looks. I mean, if my folks ever knew 
that I was having a thing with a white man, and even more, living with one, 
they'd die. 

Last week, in fact, we had a big fight about it. I had been staying over at 
his place for the third night in a row, when he started on it again. I was 
serving him supper, dressed in nothing but these black leather boots. 

By the way, you might have noticed how I rub them every so often. Each time 
I do, I think about Arnie, since he was the one who gave them to me. 

"You should move in here," he started to say. "You really should." 

"Arnie, come on. We spoke about it and it just wouldn't work out. Now why 
don't you just shut up about it?" 

"What did you say?" he asked, and I could see him surging with anger. 

"I said shut up about it," I said to him. 

"Obviously I have not trained my slave to respect me," he said. 

He forced the food out of my hands and pulled me across his lap. He started 
to spank my ass, hitting me harder than any whip. I started to curse him out 
some more, and he pulled me to my feet, then dragged me into the bedroom. 

He threw me on the bed, and before I knew it, my arms and legs were bound to 
the bedpost. Then, he started to whip me with a cat-o'nine tails. I could 
feel each individual tail lashing at my skin. 

It felt kind of nice, at times, and at other times, it was painful. 

But, as he was whipping me, he was getting turned on. I could see the bulge 
forming in his pants, and when I started to lick my lips, he gave in. 

He pulled his cock out of his pants and sat on my tits. Then, he lifted my 
head up and made me lick his cock gently. 

As he started to get more turned on, he was thrusting his cock in and out of 
my mouth. When it seemed like he was about to come, he pulled back. 

"Beg for it, nigger slave," he said to me. "Beg for it." 

"No. I ain't gonna beg for anything," I said. "I just won't. I won't." 

I could see a drop of come at the head of his cock, and when I tried to lick 
it away with my tongue, he just grabbed my tongue and pulled it. 

"I have a whole load of come for you, if you beg me, bitch," he said. 

I could see how red his cock was, and how he was holding himself at the 
base, just to keep from popping his nuts and shooting off. 

I wanted it so bad, that I finally gave in and started to beg him. 

As soon as I said it, I could see his white cream shooting out of his slit. 
I opened my mouth wide, and he kept pumping his cock so that he was shooting 
it all on my tongue. I kept my mouth open until his cock was drained, and 
even then, I sucked it between my lips as I started to swallow the come. 

I'm moving in with him tomorrow. He just convinced me. 

I know that it's his cock, because I love it. Also, I love this slave thing. 
I think it's great to have a man who loves to command you, so long as he 
knows how to turn you on and satisfy you, too. 

I mean, had any of those niggers tried to do the same thing to me, when I 
was first learning about sex and never coming, I would have told them to go 
fuck themselves. But Arnie proved himself beforehand, and he deserved the 
right to be my one and only lord and master. And I'm his only slave. 

CONCLUSION 

As much as Iris seems content in her relationship with Arnie, and without 
trying to put a damper onto everything that she told me, I just asked her 
one question. 

Was she turned on by Arnie because he was a white man? 

If that was the case, then perhaps she is becoming his slave for the wrong 
reason. She seems to like doing it because he knows how to turn her on, but 
if his whiteness has anything to do with it, then it's very likely than any 
white man can do the same thing. 

She seemed to look doubtful when I said that, so I asked her something else. 

I asked her if she thought she would be able to come with a black man who 
was not as rough as the others had been, but, on the other hand, as gentle 
as Arnie? 

That was a question that she could not answer, nor did she seem to want to. 

Her desire not to answer the question told me many things, all of which were 
favorable. She is happier than ever with Arnie, and I guess that as long as 
she enjoys being his slave, there's no reason for her to look for anyone 
else. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Kimberly D. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Kimberly is a lovely girl, with child-like features. She has wide blue eyes 
and long blonde hair, and seems to have a constant look of wonderment on her 
face. 

When she came to see me, she had come right from work. She was wearing a 
black dress, but no white apron to indicate that she was a hotel maid. 

She seemed very much at ease in my office, and that gave me the chance to 
really take in her looks. She has smallish breasts, and very shapely legs. 
In some ways, I thought she might have had some exhibitionistic tendencies, 
because she was wearing a dress, and it somehow kept slinking further and 
further up her thigh. 

Still, I paid attention to what she said, more than how she looked. 

* * * 

I imagine that anyone who has ever worked at a hotel must have seen some of 
the weirdest things going on. Anyway, when you work for one that is as 
sleazy as the one that I'm employed at, you do get to see it. 

I'll never forget that on my very first day there, I heard this noise coming 
from one of the rooms. It seemed like someone might have been getting mugged 
or killed, because of the screaming and slapping that was going on. 

I knew that it was against the rules to open the door without knocking, so I 
did knock. When no one answered, I used my pass key. 

As I opened the door, just a little, I could see that there was this woman 
lying on the bed naked. There was a man sitting on her tits, fucking her 
face. I didn't get a look at his cock, but it was obviously his cock that 
was making her gag the way that she was. Neither one of them saw me, and I 
left as he started to slide his hand down between her legs and finger her 
spread, wet pussy. 

I never told my boss or any of the other people on the staff about what I 
saw then, and I still never tell them. Let them get their own kicks. 

Because, I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think I'm a voyeur. I love to 
come across these kind of things and watch for as long as I can. 

One morning, I was going to clean a room. I knocked on the door, and there 
was no answer. So I opened the door, and that's when I saw this man 
sleeping. He had a cover pulled over him, but I could see that his cock was 
hard. It was forming a kind of tent under the covers. 

Then, I noticed that he started to push the covers down. He moved his hand 
to his cock and began to stroke it. I wasn't sure if he knew that I was 
there, but, since he was sleeping, or pretending to be, and didn't open his 
eyes, it was easy for me to just stay there and watch it. 

He started to get more and more turned on, and as he did, I could see a drop 
or two of come at the tip of his cock. 

I started to lick my lips. I'm always getting horny when I see something 
like that, and I did think about going over and sucking his cock. 

I didn't, however. I mean, what if he hadn't of wanted it, and he woke up 
screaming? I could have lost my job. 

Instead, all I could do was stand there and watch him. Soon, I could see his 
cock head getting wetter, and then the come was pouring out of him. It was 
dripping all over his hand and his shaft, almost like when a volcano erupts 
and the lava starts to pour down on all sides of it. 

I left after that, and didn't go back to the room until after he had checked 
out. 

When I did go in there to clean up, I saw this thing lying on the dresser. 
There was a note next to it that said something like: I knew that you might 
want some, so I left you some behind. 

It was a filled condom- I don't know how much come there was in it, but I'm 
sure he must have come in it more than once. I've never seen any man shoot 
off so much as there was in that one scumbag. 

Normally, I do love the taste of come, when it's fresh from the cock. But 
cold come doesn't appeal to me, and I never did anything with it except 
flush it down the toilet. However, I knew that he had known I was in the 
room, and that was a big turn-on. 

I learned, from that point on, never to underestimate a person. I learned 
that most of the people knew that I was watching, and that the ones who were 
exhibitionists were not going to say anything. 

As far as my own sex life went up until the time I ran across the man who 
was into slave-training goes, it was fairly normal. 

I lost my virginity when I was fifteen, to this big jock in high school. He 
had a nice cock, but not enough brains to really know how to use it well. 

I had to drop out of high school at sixteen, because my father died and we 
didn't have that much money. That was when I started to work at the hotel. 

On occasion, I will admit, I've made some extra money servicing people. 

For instance, there was once this man who checked into the hotel. He didn't 
have any luggage with him or anything. The next morning, I knocked on his 
door. No one answered, so I stepped in. 

I could see him sitting up in his bed, with nothing on. His cock was fully 
hard, and he was rubbing it. 

"I was waiting for you to get here. In fact, I was really hoping that you 
would be the one to come. I want you." 

He was good looking, I'll admit, but I didn't really think that I was going 
to get it on with some stranger. I had only been working at the hotel a few 
weeks, and I didn't- want to lose my job. 

The man could see that I had some doubts, and that was when he offered me 
money. 

He said that he would pay me fifty dollars if I would suck his cock, then 
let him eat my pussy out. No fucking involved at all. 

Well, his cock did look inviting, and I knew that fifty dollars would have 
come in very handy. I made sure to get the money first, and then, once I had 
it in my hand, I moved my mouth down on his cock. 

It tasted great. I could taste this salty flavor to it, and his cock bush 
was wet with sweat, and also had a nice male smell to it. 

I started to pinch his nipples as I sucked him, and then, I could feel his 
come pouring into my mouth, very fast and steady. 

I didn't even have to undress for him. All he wanted me to do was pull my 
dress up, and push my panties down a little. 

I must have just pushed them down to my knees, and then, he moved his long 
tongue to my cunt lips and started to lick them. 

He had a nice tongue, and I could feel the pleasures surging through me the 
second he started to lick me. He found my clit and wiggled it back and 
forth, then sucked it for a while. I liked the way that felt. 

After I had come, and he had satisfied himself, he let me go. 

I've had a few encounters like that. Some of them have been weird. Once, 
these two guys and a girl had checked into the hotel. 

They were there for a few days, and I didn't really know how they were going 
at it. You see, each morning, when I'd see if they were in and then open the 
door, I would see the girl in a different bed with each guy. One morning she 
was in bed with one, and the next morning she was in bed with the other. 

Then, on the third morning, they were all in the same bed. 

By the fourth morning, one of them was up. "How come you knock, open the 
door, then leave?" this guy asked, and he was sitting up in bed and showing 
me the hard-on he had. 

"I'm not supposed to come into the room to clean up when there are still 
people here," I told him. "I'd be fired." 

"I want you to come into the room," he said to me, and he started to lick 
his lips. 

He was pretty young, and very handsome. I moved in and closed the door 
behind me. Then, the other two kind of woke up. 

It was the first time I ever got involved in a foursome, but I loved it. The 
guy who had let me in started to strip me, and soon, I was as naked as the 
other three. 

Then, he started to fuck me. He turned me on with a little foreplay, too, 
but I was getting turned on watching the other two go at it. The other guy 
was fucking the girl from behind, shoving his huge dick in and out of her 
cunt. I could see the way that she was moaning, with her eyes closed and her 
mouth open. I could also see the way he was grinding his cock in and out of 
her at the same time that he was fucking her. 

My guy wasn't that bad either. But he didn't come in me. 

The two of them switched. Then, the other girl said that she wanted to 
-watch them both working me over. 

Soon, I had a cock in my cunt, and one in my mouth. I couldn't believe it. I 
loved the way it felt, and tasted. I could feel the guy fucking my mouth 
pretty hard, but still, I was looking forward to him coming. 

The one fucking my cunt started to come first, and when he did, I thought 
that I was on the verge of exploding myself. As he pulled out, I felt his 
mouth down by my cunt, eating me and bringing me to a peak. 

The only thing was, it was the girl who was licking me. I didn't see until 
after I had sucked the cock in my mouth to orgasm. At first, I was a little 
outraged, but I couldn't argue with the feelings I had had. 

She really knew what she was doing, and she made me reach a peak about three 
times before I just collapsed. Then, I had to shower and get back to work. 

They left me with an incredible tip, too. 

The man who I got into the slave game with was very strange. 

He was at our hotel for about two weeks before I entered his room, and 
during those two weeks, I would pass by and hear strange sounds. 

I would hear whips cracking and women moaning, but since the door was never 
opened, and since I wasn't allowed to open it, all that happened was my 
curiosity was aroused. 

I never even saw him until the morning that I entered his room. 

Of course, me and some of the other staff had tried to figure out what could 
have been going on in there. 

"I think he's just a sadist," Myrtle, another maid, told me. "I can't 
imagine him whipping women for any other reason." 

"I'm not sure," I said. "The women seem like they're loving it, and from the 
sounds I hear from him, he seems to love it, too." 

I was so curious, that one day I did peek through the keyhole. 

I could see that he had a woman tied across his bed, face down. He was 
whipping her pretty hard, and although I couldn't see his face from where I 
was, I could see that cock of his. It was beautiful, proud, and so long. 

After he had whipped her, he moved his cock to her cunt and then entered 
her. 

Deep down, I kept thinking that if I was ever with a man with a cock like 
that, I would probably let him do the same thing. 

The morning when there was no noise from his room, and I opened the door and 
saw that he was still sleeping, I could finally see his face. He had short 
black hair and a fabulous looking face. I knew, right then and there, that I 
would most certainly be his slave, if only I could have that cock of his. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Kimberly came to see me, she was wearing a pair of tight 
jeans and a pretty blouse. I thought that she had a much better looking 
figure with the tight jeans, and the open blouse revealed a great deal of 
cleavage. 

Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she seemed to have 
that mischievous child-like smile on her face as she started to talk. 

* * * 

I'll never forget just standing there and thinking about how I would like 
him. Because, I had already seen his cock, and by that time, I could see his 
face. 

It was almost as if he was reading my mind. As I stood there, he started 
to-toss and turn in bed. Then, he sat up. 

"Are you next?" he asked me, and I didn't know what he was talking about. He 
pushed the covers down, and I could see that he was naked. 

He had a hairy body, and his cock was bobbing up and down. 

"Well, close the fucking door and then put this on," he said to me. 

I closed the door, knowing well that I could be fired if my boss ever knew 
about this. I walked toward him and took what he handed me. 

It was a pair of silky panties and a matching bra, all in black. 

He stroked his cock as I slid out of my dress and underwear, and then when I 
put on what he had given me, he called me over. 

He forced me to my knees and made me started to suck on his cock. As. I did, 
I felt him yanking my hands behind my back, and tying them with a thick 
rope. 

"Now you are my slave, and you will do everything I tell you," he said, and 
he commanded me to suck on his balls. 

Much as I loved balls, I really loved cocks more than anything else. I kept 
sucking on his cock, until he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head 
back. He slapped me across the face a few times. 

"A good slave listens to what her master tells her," he said to me. 

I licked my way down to his balls and started to suck on them. I kept 
looking into his eyes, and he seemed so beautiful. 

I could hear him moaning as I sucked his balls, so I knew that I was doing a 
pretty good job of it. 

Then, he stood up. He leaned forward and told me to lick his balls and his 
asshole from behind. I did as he ordered. 

"That's an obedient girl," he said to me. "Now kiss my feet." 

"Fuck off," I said to him. "I'm not going to do that kind of shit.'" He 
leaned over and picked something up from near the bed. As he whirled around, 
I could feel the whip landing on my tit. 

He had such good aim. The very tip of the leather hit my nipple, and the 
stinging feeling was also accompanied by some pleasure. 

"Linda told me to be hard on all you hookers," he said to me. "I'm gonna 
teach you right, even if I bruise your body and put you out of work for a 
few days." 

I began to understand certain things. It seemed like he was working for some 
madame, getting her hookers in training. He was obviously working out of the 
hotel room, taking them on one at a time. 

He'd also mistaken me for one of them. I would have told him the truth, but 
the thought of getting that cock in the end was too great. 

I wanted it more and more by that time, and if I had to be his slave for a 
while, I knew that I could get by. 

He whipped me a few more times, and soon, the leather was feeling nice. 

"Now, lick my fucking feet, you bitch," he screamed at me. 

"All right. I will," I said, and I moved my tongue down there. 

But, before, I could touch his feet, he pulled them away. 

"I will, what?" he asked, and he screamed it a few times. 

Finally, I knew what he was wanting me to say, and I said it. 

"I will, master." 

He seemed to love it when I said that, and then, he shoved his foot near my 
face. I started to run my tongue between his toes, and all over his foot. 
Then, I started to lick my way up his thigh, toward his cock. 

I could tell that he was getting worked up because he started to moan. He 
lay back on the bed and let me touch his cock with my mouth. But the second 
that I did, he grabbed my head and yanked it back. 

"I didn't tell you to do that yet," he said, as he glared into my eyes. "You 
must learn to proceed only when told to." 

"Yes, master," I said, and I could feel a tingling in my cunt. 

I was really starting to get off on the game. However, I was well aware of 
the time. I didn't think that I should stay there more than a few more 
minutes, because I had a lot of other rooms to clean. 

When I asked him if we could make this fast, he started to laugh. He said 
that if it took all day, that's how long it would take. 

That was when I knew I had to be honest with him. I told him that I was the 
maid at the hotel, and that I had to get back to work soon. 

When he heard that, he started to laugh. 

"You cunts will say anything to get out of it, won't you?" he asked me. 

Well, I sensed that I would have to do something, but I didn't know what. I 
decided that I would be his most perfect slave ever, doing anything and 
everything that he wanted me to do. 

When he told me to crawl on my stomach, and that was really all I could do 
because my hands were still tied behind my back, I crawled. 

At one point, he told me to- eat out his asshole, and I did that, too. 

I must have been there for about an hour before he decided that he was going 
to fuck me. He threw me across the bed, face forward. 

I started to roll over onto my back, and even though he was mad, when I 
spread my legs for him to let him know that I wanted him to enter me, he was 
more than willing. 

By that time anyway, his cock was pulsating with pleasure. 

He entered me good and hard, pressing his weight down on top of me. I could 
feel my entire body starting to swell with pleasure as he thrust his cock in 
and out of me with a tremendous force. 

He was thrusting upwards, and his cock was making great contact with my 
clit. I know that he was fucking me in that way, with that very thought in 
mind. In fact, I must have been one of the best fucks he had ever had. 

He didn't even keep me tied up for the whole thing. He started to open the 
bonds around my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around his back. 

I kept sliding my hands up and down his body, and when I felt his ass and 
how taut his buttocks were, it was a nice feeling. 

As his cock started to pulsate inside of me, he slowed down, then waited 
until he could feel my cunt spasming around him before he started to come. 
He shot thick loads of cream into my pussy. 

As his cock was going limp, he kissed me hard on the lips, and then, as he 
pulled out of me, he started to talk to me. 

"I'm sorry about this whole thing," he said. "I know that you weren't lying 
to me now. I thought that you were." 

"How did you know that I wasn't?" I asked him. 

"When I started to fuck you, it was easy to tell. You see, I've been with so 
many whores, that you tend to know when you're with one. You can feel them 
really giving nothing back, but just letting you fuck them. 

"You were different. You really started to give back, and I could feel how 
much you were getting into it." 

"But aren't you a whore trainer?" I asked. "I mean, that's what I imagine." 

"Yes, I am," he said to me. "But you can train a girl to be a slave, but you 
can't train her to make her pussy spasm. Most of the hookers hardly ever 
come." 

He started to help me dress, and as I was leaving his room, he kissed me 
again. He told me that he had had more fun with me than with anyone else, 
and then he asked me if I would like to come back to his room later. 

I thought it would be fun, and so, I did go. That second time, later that 
night, after he had had a whore over, he really made me his slave. 

You see, as he told me after he had me tied, this time I had wanted it 
because I came back, and so, he knew he could do whatever he wanted. 

, He first made me wait on him hand and foot, and then tied me up. When he 
started to fuck me, I loved the way it felt. 

In fact, I've been back there almost every day since, after hours, because I 
know that if I go during working hours, I might get caught. You see, I can't 
just go there and spend only a few minutes. Those minutes always drift off 
into hours. 

CONCLUSION 

I tend to wonder if Kimberly really enjoys being a slave, as most girls do, 
deep inside, or if it was just many of the preceding events that led her to 
enjoy it. For one thing, she had witnessed this man in his slave rituals 
before, and she had also been very turned on by the looks of his body. 

All of this came in her role as voyeur, and not once did she think about 
what it would be like to be the slave. 

It was not until she found herself in the role that she discovered what it 
was like. And, if you notice in her transcript, there were many moments on 
indecision, when she wasn't at all sure if she wanted to be there. 

Still, I imagine her going back says something about her nature, and since 
she has continued, maybe Kimberly really is a slave, deep down inside. And 
she must be one of the most beautiful looking slaves this man has ever had. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Ilsa G. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Ilsa is a lovely Swedish girl with long straight blonde hair, and a winsome 
smile. When she came to see me, she was wearing a cheerleading outfit, which 
told me something about where she is at. 

I could see her long, shapely, golden legs, and her firm buttocks because of 
the tights she was wearing. She also had a lovely chest, and I can imagine 
that when she does her cheers at her school, most of the people watch her 
rather than the game. 

She was also very willing to talk, and proceeded immediately. 

* * * 

I never thought that it would happen when I decided to hide in the locker 
room and watch the boys undressing, but it did happen. I mean, they did gang 
up on me, and they tied me up as I struggled. 

Then, Jim, the biggest boy on the team, and the one who I had really snuck 
in to see, made me suck him off and also do the others. 

It was degrading in some ways, but the scent of males was all over the room, 
and that helped to turn me on enough so that it wasn't so bad after all. 

Besides, after the thing that I went through in Sweden, it was nothing. - 
You see, I lost my virginity in Sweden when I was fourteen. I did not want 
to lose it, but I had no choice. 

I will admit, doctor, that I was something of a cock teaser, even back then. 
There were a few boys in my class that I liked to taunt. I would always try 
to let them see as much of me as I could, but never say anything or go any 
further. 

One boy in particular, Swen, was a handsome lad. He had broad shoulders, and 
he was more bold than the others. 

One day he came up to me and asked me why I was like I was. 

"And what do you mean by that, Swen?" I asked, in a nasty tone. 

"Well, you always make us think that you want us, and then when we show you 
that we want you, you turn away." 

"I have never done anything to make you think I want you," I said. 

Even as I spoke, I know, I was licking my lips in the most seductive of 
manners. I looked at his crotch, too, and I could see that a bulge was 
starting to form there. I liked the way it looked, but did not know if I 
wanted it. 

"Come with me," Swen said, and he grabbed by hand before I could pull away. 

We were outside, and he started to lead me toward a deserted building. I did 
not want to go with him, and tried to pull away. His grip was too strong. 

As soon as we were inside, I could see that a few of the other boys were 
there. Swen started to open my blouse as another boy grabbed my arms and 
held them behind my back. Once my blouse was open, he started to suck on my 
stiff red nipples. 

Then, he moved his mouth down and pushed my panties down at the same time. I 
was embarrassed to be naked in front of all of them. 

As he started to eat me, I started to moan. I could feel my pussy getting 
wet, but then, when I looked around and saw that most of the boys had their 
cocks out, I did not like it at all. 

I started to curse at Swen, and he stood up and slapped me across the face. 

That was when I saw that he had his cock out. He forced me to my knees and 
shoved it into my mouth. I could feel it swelling even more as I started to 
suck on it. 

At the same time, I was being pulled up a little from behind. 

I could feel someone shoving his cock right into my pussy. I did not like 
the feeling of it. It was forced right in, and I could feel my hymen 
breaking. 

That was the worst part of it all. He kept thrusting even after I felt the 
initial painful explosion, and I didn't like that. 

My blood was the only thing that was lubricating me at the time. 

Swen must have known how I was feeling, because I must have started to bite 
into his cock. He told the guy behind me to slow down a little bit, and when 
he did, I could feel the pleasure starting to take over. 

He came in my cunt fast, and then Swen started to shoot off in my mouth. 

As his come slid down my throat, I was disgusted. I did not mind the come in 
my cunt, but the taste of it in my mouth was not pleasing. 

But that was not the end of it. I had to take on all of them, and they were 
all laughing as they took turns with me. 

All the boys that I had once come on to, and then scorned, were finally 
getting their chance to get even with me. I could feel one cock taking the 
place of another one, and they were all coming in my mouth or cunt. 

One of the cocks in my cunt felt the best, because the boy (whoever he was, 
for I always had a cock in my mouth, and did not get a chance to look at any 
of the boys who entered me), started to finger my pussy at the same time. 

Then his cock felt nice inside of me, and when I spasmed hard around him, he 
started to come. I was drained by the time it was all over. 

And all the boys ran out on me, except for Swen. He helped me to dress. 

"I am sorry that I had to do this," he said. "But you must learn that it is 
not wise for you to be a cock teaser." 

"But I am not," I said to him, as I buttoned my blouse. 

"Yes, you are. You have always been that way, whether you know it or not." 

I acted like I didn't. Although, deep down, I had known what I was doing to 
all those boys there, and I liked it. 

When we walked out of the building, he put his arm around my shoulder. He 
walked me home, then kissed me on the lips. 

I loved the way his tongue tasted in my mouth, and after the kiss, he told 
me that he really liked me. 

"In fact, I would like to see you again," he said to me. 

I was more than happy, for Swen was the nicest looking boy in my school. We 
started to date, and he knew how to handle remarks from the other boys who 
made fun of him. You see, since most of them had been there when I was 
raped, they all thought that I was some kind of a whore or something. 

Swen put them all into their place, and he even got into a few fights over 
me. I was very proud of him for doing what he did. 

The more time I spent with him, the more I learned how to love his cock. 

It was long and golden, and I soon was able to take him deep in my throat. 
Also, I loved the taste of his come, after getting used to it, and loved to 
suck his long cock while he was licking my pussy at the same time. 

He fucked me once and I will never forget how great it was. We were in his 
bedroom and we started to fool around. 

Soon, he was pulling my panties down, opening his zipper, then sliding his 
cock into my cunt. He was much more gentle than any of the boys had been 
that time in the deserted building, and I loved it when my pussy started to 
spasm around him. 

Even then, he did not come. He was able to hold back for a long time, and 
when he did finally start to shoot off, it was a pleasant feeling. 

After dating him for about a year, my father told us all that we would be 
moving to America. I was very upset. 

My sister, Inga, kept telling me that I would meet another boy when I 
started to go to school, and I knew that she was right. 

But that last night with Swen was filled with tears and sorrow. I was even 
crying as I sucked his cock for the last time, because I knew that I would 
never see him again. Oh, we did talk about how he would come to America in 
the future, but I knew that with the passage of time, we would forget all 
our plans. 

America was hard for me at first. I spoke broken English, and I was entering 
a high school filled with kids who had known each other for years. I was the 
one and only outsider, and I had to do things to fit in. 

That was one of the reasons I became a cheerleader. 

They were looking for attractive girls who could do things with their body, 
and I had been practicing cheers and things like that in Sweden. 

I tried out, and I knew that I impressed almost everyone, because from that 
day on, I had more friends than I knew what to do with. 

Most of the best looking girls were cheerleaders, and as long as they were 
all my friends, I didn't care about the others. Plus, the cheerleaders got 
to go out with all the jocks in the school. 

You know what jocks are, don't you? They're the ones who are big into 
sports, and are usually the most athletic, with the finest bodies. 

Since we had almost every kind of team, we would be doing our cheering all 
year round. Fall was for baseball, and winter was for football. During the 
spring, we would cheer on the basketball team. 

It was while we were into winter that I noticed Jim. 

He was the broadest shouldered boy on the football team. He would wear tight 
pants, and I thought that he must have had a nice cock. 

One day, I was talking with my friend Laurie about it. She was a pretty 
redhead, and in some ways, I was so happy that we were friends. In all 
modesty, I had replaced her as the most beautiful girl in the class, and I 
would have thought that she'd be very jealous of me. But she must have 
realized that if she was jealous, everyone would know why, and so, she was 
sweet. 

"I have always wanted Jim," she said to me, "but he doesn't seem to want 
anyone." 

I had to know what he looked like naked, to know if I wanted him. And I was 
sure that once I saw him naked, I would get him. I knew I would, but I never 
knew that I would have to be his slave to the others, too... 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Ilsa came to see me, she was wearing a short skirt and a 
nice blouse. She still looked very much like a cheerleader overall, but she 
was as bright and bubbly as she had been the first time. 

I noted a hint of sorrow in her voice, however, as she started talking about 
her encounter in the locker room. I sensed it was because even though she 
felt degraded and humiliated, she was hoping for some kind of relationship 
with Jim, the same way it had happened with Swen. 

This, however, did not materialize. 

I knew that if I got downstairs one day before all of them got down from the 
game, I would be able to hide. That was kind of hard, however, because the 
cheerleaders were expected to stay up until after the team left the field. 

I told the captain of the cheerleaders that I was not feeling well a few 
minutes before the end of the game, and because of that, I was able to 
leave. 

I snuck down into the locker room. The scent of men was all over, and as I 
smelled it, I could feel a tingling in my pussy. 

I thought that I would masturbate as I watched them all. 

You see, I had been in America for almost a year by that time, but I was not 
letting any boy touch me. I was very horny. 

I opened a locker and hid inside. As I was there, I pulled my cheerleader 
skirt and panties down, and started to finger myself. 

Then, I heard the noise from upstairs, and I knew that they were all on 
their way down. As the door opened, I could hear them talking, and I knew 
from the tone in their voices that they had won. 

I could see out of the locker, and I watched for Jim. His locker was near 
where I was, and as he started to undress, I could see his hairy chest. 
Then, he pulled off his pants and his underpants, and I saw his cock. 

Since it was limp, I could not tell how hung he really was. His pubic patch 
was filled with sweat, but I was still turned on. 

I started to play with myself, and that was when I got so excited. I leaned 
forward and the door fell open, and I fell to the floor. 

My fingers were still in my cunt at the time, and when Jim saw my lying 
there, he started to laugh. At the same time, I could see that his cock was 
beginning to get stiffer and stiffer as he laughed. 

He rubbed himself, and soon, he was hard as a rock. 

"You wanted to be here, now suck it," he said to me. 

I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to see him, and as I stood up, I 
tripped over my panties again. He pushed me down on my knees. 

When I made fists, and tried to hit him on the chest, he grabbed by hands. 
He tied them behind my back, using his wet, sweaty jock strap. 

I was shocked when he did that, but what could I do. He pulled my head to 
his cock and forced it into my mouth. By that time, most of the others were 
gathered around and they were watching me. I could look around a little, and 
I saw that most of the guys on the team were all naked. 

"What is she doing down here?" I heard one of them asking. 

"She wanted to suck my cock, so she made a special appearance," Jim said. 
"Then she chickened out, so I tied her up. Now she's my slave." 

"Then make her take us all on," I heard another voice say. 

I could feel hands all over me then, and soon, I was stripped naked. They 
pushed my head back to Jim's cock, and he forced me to keep sucking him. 
Hands were pulling on my tits and plucking at my nipples. 

Other hands were moving down to my cunt, spreading my thick red cunt lips 
and starting to finger my clit. I could feel some pleasure then. 

Soon, I guess, I was into it. I started to suck his cock harder, and I could 
feel him shooting off in my mouth. Then, before I could do anything, I was 
turned around and another cock was forced between my lips. 

I felt Jim moving his mouth down to my cunt. He started to lick my pussy 
from behind, and as good as that felt, I didn't want to suck anyone else. In 
fact, I really hadn't wanted to suck him, but he had forced me. 

"Go on, suck him off, slave," Jim was moaning, and I could feel his tongue 
flicking my clit back and forth, hard. 

I started to come then, and I could feel him sucking out all my cream. 

The boy in my mouth started to explode then, and I could feel the come 
shooting right down my throat. As soon as he was finished, there was another 
boy who moved to take his place. 

It was just like my first rape. After one came in my mouth, there would be 
another one ready, willing and able, to take over. 

When I felt a cock near my asshole, I knew that it was Jim. He was rubbing 
his dick between my buttocks, and I could feel it getting stiffer. I did not 
want him to fuck me in the ass, but there was nothing that I could do. 

He greased himself up, then slid into me. 

It was painful, at first, but then, he started to play with my nipples. At 
the same time, he held my mouth open for the next cock. 

To be honest, I was hoping that something would happen between Jim and I, 
the same way something had happened between me and Swen. 

But it never did. He kept fucking my asshole until he had come, and by that 
time, I think I had sucked off the whole team. 

I must admit that as I looked around the room, I could see that they were 
all very good looking boys. They were all muscular, and big, and I knew it 
was because they were the prize jocks in the school. 

The first boys who had taken me, in Sweden, were just boys. Some of them 
were thin, and others were fat. Some were handsome, and others were ugly. 

But that time in the locker room, they were all good looking. They were all 
so handsome, and I think that the smallest cock was about six inches long. 
Other cocks were at least nine or ten inches in length. 

After they had finished with me, I could hear some kind of noise. The coach 
had heard something going on, and when he saw me lying in a heap on the 
floor, he started to yell at me, telling me that they were not supposed to 
be fucking. 

"We have another game tomorrow. Do you want to wipe them all out so that 
they don't have any energy to play tomorrow? Is that what you want?" 

"Aw, don't worry coach," I heard Jim saying, "she didn't wipe us but. She 
was fun for some laughs, but shit, I ain't wiped out." 

I could hear all the others echoing his sentiments, and then I started to 
pull up my panties, put my uniform back on, and leave. 

The next day, I was so embarrassed as I had to do my cheers. I could see the 
way all of the guys on the team were looking at me with lust in their eyes. 
But Jim hardly paid any attention to me at all. 

During half-time, I went up to him and asked him what was wrong. 

"With what?" he asked. "What do you want? You want me to fall in love-with 
you because I fucked you? Get with it." 

"I do not know what you mean by that," I said. 

"You were nice for a quick, fun fuck, and the whole thing was pretty 
exciting down in the locker room and all. But that's all it was. A quick 
fuck." 

"Do you not have any respect for me?" I asked him. 

"You got it, Inga. Any bitch who's gonna come down to a locker room and do 
what you did doesn't deserve respect. But, if you would like to be my slave, 
maybe we could work something out." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You would have to do everything that I tell you to do. If I wanted you to 
fuck a friend for me, that would have to happen. Of course, I'll reward you 
with my own dick once in a while, but only when I want to." 

I thought that was the most insulting thing possible. I was not going to let 
him put me in a position like that. 

But even now, as I am sitting here, I am thinking that maybe it would not be 
so bad. He had the most beautiful cock out of all the boys, and I think that 
I would look good walking down the hall with him. 

I know that everyone would look up to me, and he would probably be able to 
get them all to respect me again, the way that Swen did. 

I do not know. There is only another year before I get out of high school 
and start going to college. I have heard that many students are going to 
different schools, so wherever I go, I can always start over again. 

I will have to decide soon. I would like to be with Jim one more time, and 
if there is any way that I can, I will. 

CONCLUSION 

Ilsa is a girl who obviously does not learn from her mistakes. In Sweden, 
she was very much the flirt, and the boys got her because of it. In the 
United States, she was not so much a flirt, but, she was too curious. 

She let herself get into a position where she could be used again. 

If she lets Jim make her his permanent slave, I do not think she will like 
some of the things that he makes her do. She should remember that he is the 
one who tied her hands with his jock strap, and he is the one who forced her 
to go down on all the others as they gathered around. 

Were she to go back to him, he would think that she was willing to do 
anything. Since she is still new in the states, she obviously does not know 
some of the degrading things that she can be put through. 

Still, the decision is hers to make. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Judy B. AGE: Twenty-One 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Judy B. was a short, attractive red-head with a tight, compact little body 
that perfectly suited her size and height. She came into my office one 
spring afternoon, seemingly quite calm and sure of herself. 

I offered her the chair across from my desk, but she declined, instead, 
seating herself on the couch in the corner of the room. I followed her over 
and sat down in the chair across from her. 

While Judy did not seem particularly upset over anything, it was clear to me 
that something was troubling her. She had dark, large bags under her eyes 
indicating she hadn't been sleeping well, and her hands gripped and squeezed 
each other, self-consciously, as she spoke. 

* * * 

Well, Doctor, I feeling a little strange sitting and talking to you, I never 
thought I would ever have to see a psychiatrist, you know? 

The whole thing started a few months ago, when Martin came into my life. 
Until then, I was a fairly normal young woman, I mean, I had dates with men, 
and occasionally sex, so I wasn't exactly all alone in the world. 

At first, I thought this strange fetish of his would pass, and I just went 
along with it to please him, you know? But, God, after awhile I realized 
that both of those things were wrong, very wrong. 

In other words, Martin's desires weren't going to go away, and I wasn't just 
going along with them, either! Jesus, when I think about it... well, let me 
begin at the beginning, maybe then you can figure it out for me. 

I met Martin at the office where I work. We are an advertising firm, usually 
specializing in men's clothing. Martin was a rather famous model in the 
trade. He was known as a hard worker, if a bit of a perfectionist. 

From the moment I met him, I felt something between us. You know how that 
happens. You just make eye contact, and that's it. Well, with Martin and I, 
it was just like that. One look and we both were hooked! 

"And who is this lovely vision?" he asked Julia, my boss. His voice was 
liquid charm, but it didn't seem phony to me. A real change from the normal 
men we have to deal with, I assure you. 

Julia laughed and shook her head. "This is Judy, Martin," she chuckled, 
waving her hand in my direction. "She'll be working with you throughout the 
campaign." 

I was rather nervous to say the least, and blushing like mad. He was still 
holding my hand in his, and despite the heat of the flood-lamps, both of our 
hands were very cool and dry. 

He lifted my fingers to his lips and brushed them lightly back and forth. "I 
am sure we're going to get along famously," he cooed. "I have a feeling this 
is the beginning of a delightful friendship." 

That was putting it mildly. I was taken with him right from the start. All 
day long I could do little more than stare at him longingly. Julia kept 
dropping in on the photo sessions and she found my mooning rather amusing. 

"God, Judy, if you don't quit gawking at the poor man, he won't be able to 
concentrate at all," she scolded me in a mocking tone. "You're boring holes 
in him with those piercing eyes of yours!" 

I didn't react to that at all. In fact,. I hardly heard her, and I didn't 
give a damn. I had never been so attracted to a man before in my life, and I 
just knew that I had to have him before I could figure anything else out! 

The sessions were very, very long and I had a real chance at seeing a master 
model at work. Half the time, he told the photographer what to do. Setting 
the angles and lighting. He really knew what worked best. 

I got more of an education in pictures that afternoon than in all my years 
at college and all the time I had spent with the firm. It was a real 
learning experiencing, just watching Martin work. 

It was a long day, what with Martin's demands and all the work that had to 
be done. By the time the last shot was finished, it was nearly eight at 
night and both of us were just about starving. 

He invited me out to dinner, but I quickly offered to cook him a meal at my 
place, instead. He smiled at me knowingly, making me blush again, and 
accepted without another word on my part. 

"I can't think of anything more enjoyable, right now, than spending a nice, 
quiet evening with you," he told me, kissing my hand again. "It beats going 
to some greasy diner anytime, I'm sure." 

"I don't know about that, you haven't tasted my cooking," I joked as we left 
the office. "You might change your mind after I feed you!" 

He laughed at that as we got into a cab. He patted my hand and smiled at me 
with the' nicest blue eyes I could ever imagine. "Now, now, my dear," he 
said softly. "None of that, I think you're a peach of a girl, and I don't 
want any arguments about it!" 

I sat there, as we rode toward my apartment, climbing higher and higher on a 
cloud that didn't seem dangerous to me at all. 

Once we got to my place, I made him a drink and had him sit on my couch 
while I saw to dinner. Our conversation wasn't strained at all, and it 
seemed like I had known him for years, rather than just a few hours. 

For the first time in ages, I cooked a decent meal. The stake came out just 
right and the rest of the meal was great, also. I loved the way he attacked 
his food, eating as if he hadn't in days. He was done in about half the time 
it took me to eat, and he settled back with his wine, watching me finish my 
meal, a cool, loving look in his eyes. I was getting more and more turned on 
with each passing moment, and I hardly knew what to make of my desire for 
him. 

Nobody had ever had this effect on me before, and it was unnerving to say 
the least. Not that I didn't like it, God, I loved just being close to him. 
but I have to admit I was a little uneasy with my emotions. 

When our meal was concluded, I cleared away the plates and leaned back 
against the couch, my eyes closed, just savoring the meal and his presence. 
It wasn't long before he took my glass from my hand and began to kiss me. 

His mouth was cruel and sensual, and felt incredibly pleasing against my 
own. I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my teeth, wickedly 
trying to part them and gain access to my inner chamber. 

I dropped my hand to his lap, hungrily, and began to knead his loins, but 
his cock hardly stirred at all. I heard him moaning, but it didn't sound as 
if it were a noise of pleasure at all. 

I opened my eyes and pulled away from him for a bit. "What's the matter, 
Martin?" I whispered anxiously. "Don't you find me appealing? Don't I turn 
you on?" 

He shook his head and groaned. "It isn't that, darling Judy, ohh, God, if it 
were only that," he moaned. His voice was so tortured and broken, that I 
felt a deep aching in my heart for him. 

"Then tell me what the problem is, maybe I can help," I urged him, lifting 
his head up and staring into his eyes. "I want to help, Martin, truly, I 
do!" 

His fists were opening and closing, spasmodically, as he looked so upset and 
tortured that I wanted to cry. He shook his head savagely, as if he did not 
want to reveal his dreaded secret to me. 

"If I tell you, you must promise not to hate me," he whispered frantically. 
"If nothing else, you must promise me that, you must, you must!" 

"Ohhh, God, Martin, I do, I won't hate you, no matter what," I sobbed, the 
tears coming to my eyes for him now. "I swear, darling, I don't care what it 
is!" 

He nodded and sighed, heavily. He took both of my hands in his big, strong 
paws and squeezed them tightly. "I can only get turned on by tying a woman 
up and beating her," he moaned, his voice so thick with worry and doubt that 
I could barely understand him. "I don't need to hurt, but I do need to 
discipline someone to get excited!" 

I looked at him, the words hardly sinking into my mind. I understood what he 
was saying, but I couldn't really grasp the meaning of it. 

"You want to tie me up and beat me, before we have sex?" I said, not really 
knowing if it was a question or a statement. "I don't know about that, but 
I'll try it." 

He stared at me lovingly. "You mean that, you really mean that?" he 
whispered anxiously, almost trembling now. "You would really do that for 
me?" 

I nodded, already realizing that I would do anything to have him in bed, 
then, just about anything. "I trust you, Martin," I explained, surprised at 
. how matter-of-fact my voice sounded. "I honestly trust you not to hurt 
me!" 

"I won't, I swear I won't," he whispered hungrily. He got up from the couch 
and took my hand. I allowed him to find the way to my bedroom and once in 
there, he instructed me to undress and lie face down on the bed. 

Quickly I stripped off my blouse and skirt, slithering my panties and panty 
hose down over my legs. I never wear a bra, I really don't need one, and in 
a matter of a few moments, I was naked and waiting for him. 

He removed his clothing almost as fast as I did, and soon we were both 
trembling, nude and sweating with anticipation beside my bed. I stared at 
his cock, limp between his legs and felt a strange quivering in my loins. 

"Do whatever you have to do, now, Martin," I whispered hungrily, my pussy 
beginning to throb demandingly. "Hurry, darling, hurry! I want you excited 
right now!" 

"Lie down on the bed, bitch," he hissed, his voice suddenly taking on a 
harsh, cruel tone. He shoved me backwards and I flopped down on the bed with 
a thud. Quickly he flipped me over on my belly. 

He ran through my drawers until he found a few extra pair of panty hose and 
he used these to tie my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. In 
a few short minutes, I was bound tightly, my limbs stretched taut, my thighs 
spread wide. 

I watched as he reached down for his pants and stripped the belt from the 
loops. My belly rumbled with a mixture of fear, and something I could only 
call excitement as he slowly came over to the bed. 

"Now you're going to get it, bitch," he hissed, draping the cool, thick 
leather of the belt across my buttocks. "Now you're going to pay for being 
such a cunt!" 

What can I say? As savage and mean as his voice sounded, he didn't scare me 
at all. I watched him lift his arm high over his head, with hardly a trace 
of fear in me at all, at that point. 

"Yes, Martin, yes," I whispered excitedly, wiggling my buttocks in what I 
hoped was an enticing fashion. "Beat me now, darling, ohh, God, beat me 
now!" 

Now, I was just playing the game at that point, but even then, I could sense 
and hear a note of desire in my voice that shocked me. I had never 
considered the idea of bondage and discipline as a prelude to sex before, 
but suddenly, it was becoming something very enticing indeed. 

His arm fell with a swift, cruel power and the belt cracked loudly against 
the soft flesh of my buttocks with a loud, almost wet smack. Instantly the 
pain tore through my bottom, searing me almost to the depths of my bones. 

I screamed, quivering with agony, the white-hot flame of pain roaring 
through my flesh. He laughed, savagely and brought the belt down against my 
defenseless shoulders, wickedly twisting his wrist with a jerk. 

God, I can't describe how that felt, I just can't! It was as if he had drawn 
a cruel, jagged knife across my back, cutting deep into my flesh. I screamed 
again and noticed his prick beginning to harden. 

"That's it, cunt, that's it, whore," Martin growled, lashing the base of my 
spine with the belt. "I want to hear you scream, bitch, scream and beg me 
for mercy!" 

Again he brought the belt down in a swift, compelling arch, crashing the 
cruel, cold leather against my quivering half moons. The pain was so intense 
that it created a fine red mist in front of my eyes. 

Never before had I felt that kind of hurt, and while it scared me terribly, 
I can't help but admit, that it really, really turned me on. I was feeling 
more and more warm and moist in my cunt and I realized that it was the 
beating that was getting me so turned on. 

"Harder, darling, harder," I moaned, rocking from left to right, quivering 
under the effects of yet another blow. "Oooo, it feels so good, it hurts so 
nice! Harder, Martin, harder, darling, yes!" 

He was sweating freely, now, and not merely from the effort of beating me. 
He took careful, measured strokes as he brought the belt down on my ass and 
shoulders, each lash lingering long enough to allow the pain to sink in. 

I could see his cock growing thicker and harder, beginning to quake, 
powerfully between his legs, and the sight of the massive pole expanding and 
pulsating with the fevered blood that was filling it, brought more and more 
aching desire to my loins. 

"You worthless bitch, you shitty cunt," he growled, cracking the tip of the 
belt viciously against the base of my spine. "You whore, scream! Scream, 
bitch, scream!" 

I was sobbing, now, thrilling to the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure 
I was feeling under the blows. Never had the sensation of hurting been so 
wonderful to me, never had agony done this to me before. 

I twisted and turned under the blows, gasping for breath through my pain. 
"Umm, again, darling, hit me again!" I cried, lifting my body up, straining 
against the panty hose that held me, to meet the falling weapon. 

"Ohh, God, please, please don't hurt me," I moaned, trying to get as much 
into the role as he wanted me to. "Do anything to me, anything but this," I 
wailed. 

He laughed savagely and seemed to redouble his efforts with my pleading. 
Harder and harder he rained the blows down upon me. I sobbed and shuddered, 
twisting and turning under the never-ending assault. "That's it, you cunt, 
that's it, you whore," he growled, his voice completely strange and 
different now. "Take your punishment, slut, take it good, you pig!" 

Harder and harder he beat me. I could feel the welts rising up on my 
buttocks, quaking and stinging each time the belt caressed them. I sobbed, 
the tears pouring from my cheeks now, my cunt on fire with wanting. 

He worked the belt up and down my spine so expertly, it was as if he were 
playing so weird, sexual instrument. The cruel lash bit deep into my spine, 
curled and danced across my shoulders then sliced viciously across my bottom 
once more. 

My whole body felt wracked with pain and I screamed . almost in anticipation 
with an exquisitely agonized blow, now. I howled in pain as the belt kissed 
my thighs, leaving a bright, red stripe in its wake. . 

Now, through my tears and the red mist of agony, I could see his prick, hard 
and pulsating, longer and thicker than I had imagined. It was such a 
marvelously powerfully looking tool, that it took my breath away. 

I yearned to touch it, kiss it, suck it, have it throbbing and pounding 
inside of me. As he cracked the belt against my buttocks again, I could not 
help but call out, begging him for the wonderful, tool. 

"Fuck me, now, Martin, ohhh, God, fuck me now," I gasped, almost unable to 
speak, so harsh and aching was the pain that rippled through me, now. 
"Please, please, Martin, fuck me hard, right now!" 

Martin was truly excited now, caught up in the passionate violence of his 
beating. Again and again he struck me, almost out of control, now, though I 
wasn't afraid at all by this time. 

"I'll fuck you, bitch, I will," he groaned, cracking the belt against my 
shoulders again and again. "By God, I'll give you a fucking you'll never 
forget, you worthless, stinking cunt!" 

He must have struck me a dozen more times, and each one was harder than the 
last. I was almost at the point of fainting from the pain, and my mind was 
dizzy and black as he rained the blows down upon me. 

Suddenly he tossed the belt aside, quickly climbing up onto the bed and 
settling down between my aching, welted thighs. I felt his fingers slither 
along my inner limbs, pinching and caressing me, cruelly. 

My pussy was soaking wet with love juice by now, the thick, creamy fluid 
seeping thickly from my loins. I gasped in pleasure as I felt his fingers 
riding up and down along my cunt petals, squeezing and tugging on them, 
wickedly. 

"Ohhh, yes, Martin, yes," I moaned, shivering and twisting with the lovely, 
warm, pulsations that roared in my womb. "Ummm, hard, baby, fuck me so hard! 
Ohhh, darling, darling, give it to me, now!" 

I was insane with wanting, Doctor. Never before in my life had I ever, ever 
been this turned on! My cunt throbbed violently as I felt him drive two 
fingers inside of me, and I gasped and sobbed with delight., Hungrily he 
powered the digits deep into my cunt, rolling and turning them until he had 
them buried deep in the pit of my loins. My pussy quaked around his shaft, 
violently, my flesh seared with the delicious delight of his brutal attack. 

He pumped the thick, long spears in and out of me, half a dozen times, 
spreading my tunnel wide in preparation for his cock. I sobbed and screamed 
with pleasure, aching to feel his shaft inside me, then. 

"I'm gonna fuck you, slut," he growled, inching his prick up along my damp, 
quivering inner thighs. "Am I ever gonna fuck you, now! Get ready bitch, get 
ready for this cock, right now!" 

"Yes, Jesus, ohhh, God, yes," I screamed, rocking from side to side, 
grinding my pussy down hard on his hand. "Umm, give it to me, Martin, give 
it all to me!" 

I felt him withdrawing his fingers, and then I screamed in a mixture of 
pleasure and pain as he felt the huge, throbbing tip of his shaft between my 
cunt lips. He gasped his own delight and thrust forward, ruthlessly, driving 
his cock to the hilt in my hot, wet passage. 

How wonderful it felt to have his prick slithering violently along my damp, 
quaking tunnel. It seemed to fill me to bursting, and the way the steaming 
blood roared through it, forcing the rod to pound inside of me, was almost 
more than I could stand. 

Eagerly I flexed my cunt muscles around the invading tool, locking and 
unlocking them determinedly, urging him on with as much passion and force as 
I could summon up. I loved his prick and I loved it throbbing inside of me, 
then. 

He moaned thickly, slipping his hands beneath my breasts and squeezing them 
savagely. I groaned as he caught my nipples between his fingers and pinched 
them cruelly. He rolled the tender nuggets back and forth, and the enticing 
sensations tore through my breasts and burrowed deep in my loins. 

I could feel his prick pounding uncontrollably in the depths of my pussy and 
I rocked back and forth, wildly. "Fuck me, Martin, ohh, God, fuck me, now," 
I groaned, bucking my ass up against his belly. "Ummm, hard, baby, ohhh, 
fuck me, hard!" 

Now, Martin seemed more excited than ever before. He got a good, solid grip 
on my boobs and then he began to pump his prick in and out of my cunt with 
cruel, ruthless strokes. He ground his belly hard against my ass, rocking 
the huge head of his cock violently against my damp, tender inner walls. 

"Gonna fuck you, bitch, gonna fuck you, good," he hissed, his voice tortured 
and broken by his lust. "Ahh, yeah, slut, fuck you hard, hard, hard!" 

Jesus, it was so beautiful. He slammed his prick in and out of my pussy with 
complete abandon. Never before had anyone fucked me so violently and 
passionately, and my pussy roared with pleasure with each vicious stroke 
that he took. 

He kissed my back hungrily, rolling his tongue over my damp flesh, his prick 
ramming back and forth along my tight, warm tunnel savagely. I rocked and 
shivered, totally caught up in my pleasure, now. 

Again and again he pumped that marvelous prong into me. I screamed in 
delight as he buried the prick to the hilt in my womb, squeezing and 
kneading my tits with a cruel, hungry need. 

Harder and faster he fucked me. My cunt felt raw and torn from his attack, 
but the stinging pain only made me want him to hurt me more. I screamed my 
delight, thrusting my ass against his groin, sobbing and shivering with 
need. 

"Ohhh, darling, darling, Martin, yes," I sobbed, twisting and turning, 
trying to accommodate him as much as possible. "Ummm, hurt me, lover, hurt 
me, now!" 

His fingers gripped my tits passionately, and I could feel his cock growing 
thicker and harder with every stroke, just as my cunt was growing tighter 
and tighter each time he buried his tool inside of me. 

I could feel the boiling climax reaching its fevered pitch in my loins, and 
I was breathless as my orgasm rapidly approached. I sobbed and shivered, 
twisting and turning, locking and unlocking my cunt muscles as my passion 
took hold of me. 

"Ohhh, dear God, Martin, I'm going to come," I wailed, bucking my ass and 
cunt up to meet his plunging tool. "Ummm, I'm going to come so good, 
darling, so damn good, right now!" 

He picked up his pace, crashing his cock in and out of me faster and faster, 
now. Suddenly the aching need exploded in my loins and the boiling come 
began to swirl around the driving weapon as the orgasm tore through me. 

I rolled and screamed, sobbing with delight, almost blacking out, so 
powerful and wonderful was my climax. I couldn't believe how intense and 
delightful it was, it was as good or even better than any I had ever had. 

Now, I flexed and gripped his cock with total abandon. I wanted to make him 
feel as good as I was feeling and I bore down on his driving tool, 
determined to bring him to the same powerful climax as I had just reached. 

I could hear his labored breathing as he rammed into me, relentlessly, and I 
shivered and sobbed, twisting and turning with delight as the hard, driving 
spear grew hotter and thicker inside of my bursting pit. 

I could feel him nearing his moment with each passing second and I thrilled 
to the massive power I could feel building in his tool He groaned in 
pleasure, burying his cock to the depths of his loins. 

Suddenly he was twisting and turning, groaning and sobbing almost out of 
control. I felt a huge, powerful burst of come spurting into my womb, 
swirling and mixing with my own thick fluid as the climax exploded in his 
loins. 

"Ohh, God, Judy, God, I'm coming in you, now," he cried, quivering so 
violently I thought he might fall out of me. "Coming so good, baby, ahhh, 
Jesus, coming so good in you, now!" 

The come spurt from his tool again and again, the bursts so thick and 
powerful, so hot and boiling that it was like molten lead inside of me. He 
groaned, shuddering almost completely out of control now. 

Both of us rolled and turned, shivering and quaking, spurt after spurt 
filling my pussy to overflowing. I don't know how long the orgasms lasted, 
but they seemed to go on for hours. 

Finally we just lay there, shivering uncontrollably with the lingering 
tremors of delight that rippled through us. I had never felt so completely 
satisfied in my life, and I was just as drained of everything as I could 
ever want to be. 

* * * 

At this point, our session was up and Judy looked a little more relaxed for 
having opened up to me. I suggested she return at the same time the 
following week and I made an appointment with her to do just that. 

She left the office, walking a little lighter than when she had come in, and 
I felt sure that our next session would be even more productive. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Judy returned the following week, she was wearing a bright, print dress 
that swirled and danced enticingly around her as she walked. She seemed in a 
much more pleasant mood, and told me she had slept much better since having 
talked with me. 

She sat down on the couch once more and I took my place in the chair, urging 
her to get right into her story without any more hesitation. Eagerly she did 
so, her eyes flickering happily as she spoke. 

Ohh, Doctor, I feel so much better. I don't really know why, maybe it's just 
because of talking to you. At any rate, some of the feeling of guilt is gone 
and that in itself is a real improvement. 

After that first time with Martin, I really didn't know what to think. He 
had made me feel so good, but I have to admit, the beating and tying up part 
of it had me a little confused and worried. 

I really couldn't figure out whether I liked all that or not, all I knew was 
that something strange and different had happened, and I couldn't wait to 
see if it was just a quirk or something I really was into. 

I didn't seem Martin for almost a week. He was out on the West coast, doing 
some sessions for a major magazine, and I waited almost breathlessly for his 
return. 

The evening he got back, he called me at my apartment and invited me to come 
over to his place for a drink. Of course I went without a second thought, I 
couldn't wait to be near him again. 

He has this rather shabby studio in a more run-down neighborhood, with very 
little furniture at all. It was clean, though, and he explained to me that 
where he lived wasn't very important to him. 

"I don't see any reason to spend money on a place," he added, chuckling as 
he poured me a glass of wine. "I'd rather spend it on other stuff, like 
clothes and meals. I get so much more out of them." 

I couldn't argue with that logic, and besides, I felt very comfortable in 
his tiny little place. It seemed very, very cosy to me, and it wasn't long 
before the two of us were snuggling on his water bed. 

I ran my tongue around the rim of his ear and whispered hungrily to him. 
"Umm, Martin, I missed you so much," I cooed in what I hoped was a sexy tone 
of voice. "I really, really missed you!" 

He laughed, hugging me tightly, one of his hands already unbuttoning my 
blouse. "Umm, baby, I did too, I missed you, badly," he moaned, his voice 
husky with growing desire. "I couldn't find anybody like you out there, not 
anybody!" 

I pushed away from him, slipping out of my blouse and giving him an ample 
view of my breasts. I smiled seductively, running my tongue over my lips, 
wetting them and making them glisten. 

"Martin, ohh, Martin, let's do what we did before," I groaned, shivering 
involuntarily as a spasm of anticipation rippled through me. "I want to feel 
you punishing me again, darling! I want to feel it once more!" 

He smiled, almost cruelly, and took me by the hand. He led me over to the 
wall where a pair of shackles hung about three feet over my head. Quickly he 
locked my wrists in the metal cuffs and. stepped back, running the hard, 
warm palm of his hand lovingly down my back. 

"Such smooth, warm flesh," he whispered heatedly, reaching around to find 
the button and zipper to my skirt. "So innocent and tender, so deliciously 
lovely!" 

I shivered under his caress and gasped with excitement as I felt him unsnap 
the button and run the zipper down on my skirt. He pulled the garment from 
me, then quickly slid my panties down and over my toes. 

"Ohh, Martin, I need it, I need it so badly," I groaned, twisting my head 
around to face him. "Give me your discipline, now, darling, give it to me, 
now!" 

I watched, eagerly, as he went to a small, glass case on the other side of 
the room and removed a short-handled, multi-stranded whip. It's many leaves 
glistened in the pale light of the lamp, gleaming with a wicked promise of 
the pain that they would give to me. 

Slowly Martin moved back toward me, untying the sash that held his robe 
shut, wiggling out of it to stand naked behind me. He smacked the whip on 
the floor a couple of times, filling the room with its harsh, cruel smack. 

"I'm going to beat you, bitch," he hissed, raising his arm and whirling the 
whip around his head. "You're going to pay for the others, gonna pay for 
them all!" 

The whip whistled through the air and crashed against my exposed flesh with 
a loud, wet crack. The pain was instantly tearing through my shoulders, 
searing me to my bones with its cruel, fiery kiss. 

I screamed in agony, the familiar delight returning to me as the harsh, 
burning pain seared me deliriously. There was no denying it, now, I was 
completely enraptured by the agony I experienced. 

I loved the hurt, loved the pain, it thrilled me more than anything else I 
ever experienced in my life. I could not escape the fact then, Doctor, I 
loved being tied up and beaten, and I didn't care that I loved it, either. 

Once more he brought the whip down on my shoulders. I could almost feel the 
sudden, vicious welts rising up on my defenseless skin as the agonizing bite 
of the lash tore through me. 

"Yes, yes," I sobbed, quivering with pleasure as he struck me again. "Ummm, 
darling, darling hurt me, now! Ohhh, God, Martin, hurt me, more!" 

He laughed, cruelly, lashing me again, curling the whip, viciously, around 
my waist, tugging it back and leaving a bright, red stripe in its place. His 
breathing was harsh and labored and I could hear his excited moans in 
between the sound of the blows landing. 

"Take it, you cunt, take your punishment," he growled, whirling the whip 
around his head and cracking it down against my buttocks. "You take your 
punishment, bitch, you take all of it, you slut!" 

The whip lashed into my thighs and I screamed in the exquisite grip of agony 
as it burned me with a wonderful, almost fire-like passion. He cracked the 
vicious tool against my legs another time, laughing almost wildly with every 
blow. 

I shuddered and sobbed, now, twisting and turning as he struck me again and 
again. I was screaming out of control, my tortured cries ringing in the air 
as the marvelous tool continued to caress my defenseless flesh. 

"Ohh, God, Martin, yes, yes," I wailed, twisting and turning to meet his 
attack. "Again, Martin, hit me again! I love it, I need it, harder, harder, 
harder!" 

He tore into me even more viciously than before, now. When I turned my 
shoulders, I could see his prick pounding between his thighs, thick and 
throbbing, the fevered blood making his flesh an almost beet-red. 

He was beside himself with pleasure now, just raining the blows down upon me 
with a cruel, vicious delight. He didn't care about anything then, expect 
the screams that tore from my lips and echoed, delightfully, in his ears. 

"Ahh, yeah, bitch, take it, take my discipline," he growled, crashing the 
whip into me over and over again. "I know you love it, cunt, I know you do!" 

My ecstasy at being beaten was almost more than I could bear, now. I could 
think of little else other than the delightful effects of the beating. The 
pain was overwhelming me, then, taking hold of me completely. 

I felt my mind swimming recklessly, a blood-red mist in front of my eyes, 
blinding me with the cruel effects of the blows. The whip licked and 
caressed my shoulders and buttocks, driving the pain deep into my bones. 

Ohh, God, Doctor, it was more beautiful than anything I had ever imagined. I 
was totally wrapped up in the pain, completely a part of it, now. Nothing 
meant anything to me other than that, nothing! 

Eagerly I thrust my body to meet the falling lash. I anxiously bucked 
backwards, thrilling to the bite of the whip as the strands cut through my 
skin. I could feel slight, numerous cuts being opened in my body, and the 
warm, trickle of blood that began to well up in my wounds. 

Martin was beside himself, now, completely and fully locked in the pleasure 
he was experiencing by hurting me. More and more he increased the effort and 
force of his attack, until he was almost blind with the raging passion he 
was feeling. 

"I love beating you, slut, just love it," he cackled, his voice rippling 
through the air, thick and full of pleasure. "Ahh, scream you worthless 
cunt, scream!" 

I sobbed and shuddered, almost dropping down and hanging from the cuffs, so 
drained was I by the beating. The blows increased, coming faster and harder 
now, each more powerful and vicious than the last. 

"Harder, Martin, ohhh, God, hit me, harder," I wailed, twisting and turning, 
jerking and shuddering under the attack. "Ummm, darling, darling, yes, yes, 
yes!" Now he lashed my ass and shoulders ruthlessly. He cut the whip into my 
buttocks and caressed my spine with the strands until I could feel myself 
fainting from the sheer intensity of my pain. 

He seemed to be completely out of control now, breathing rapidly, bearing 
down on my flesh with all the strength he had. Again and again he beat me, 
and I sobbed wildly, no longer in command of my body or voice. 

"I'm really going to give it to you this time, bitch," he hissed, finally, 
tossing the whip aside. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby, hard in the 
ass!" 

I almost screamed in fear at that point, though I ached to feel the agony I 
knew I was going to experience. I had never even had a finger inside of my 
bum before, and the idea of his cock in there filled me with anxious 
apprehension. 

He tossed the whip aside and cupped my buttocks, lovingly. I felt him 
kneading and squeezing my swollen, throbbing cheeks, digging his fingers in 
deep, riding the tips of the spears up and down along the cleft between 
them. 

I moaned, shuddering involuntarily as he began to probe the taut, wet dot of 
my anal entrance with one hard, insistent prong. I gasped as I felt him 
wedging the spear inside of my asshole, forcing it deeper into my anal 
track. 

"Ohhh, God, Martin, no," I sobbed, really frightened, now. "Ahh, I can't do 
that... I never have... please, please, Martin, not that, not that!" 

Of course, that's just what he wanted to hear. He loved to hear me begging 
and my words only served to make him more excited. I screamed as I felt him 
drive his finger deep into my bottom, spreading my anal passage far past its 
normal width. 

I ached to escape then, but another part of me eagerly accepted the harsh, 
cruel invasion. My bum was throbbing with pain as he buried his finger to 
the hilt inside of me, and the agony was just as bad, if not worse, than the 
beating he had given me. 

"Gonna fuck your asshole, slut," he laughed, pumping his fingers briskly in 
and out of my asshole. "Gonna fuck your asshole, good, you slut!" 

I felt his huge, thick spear resting against my buttocks, throbbing with all 
the wild, careening blood that raced through it, now. I sobbed and shivered 
in anticipation, aching with a mixture of terror and need as he prepared my 
asshole for his attack. 

I groaned when I felt his finger leaving my bum. He laughed savagely, then, 
spreading my cheeks as far apart as possible, pressing the huge, hot tip of 
his shaft against the taut, unyielding dot of my bum entrance. 

"No, ohhh, God, don't, Martin, don't," I sobbed, trying to pull away, but 
helpless to prevent the invasion. "Please, darling, please, please, don't!" 

He laughed wildly, then, shoving himself forward, suddenly, forcing his cock 
into my taut, tiny passage. I screamed as he penetrated my anal canal, the 
huge, thick member tearing into me viciously. 

Never had the pain been more intense than at that moment. He groaned 
thickly, twisting and turning, driving his cock deeper and deeper into my 
bottom. I shuddered and sobbed, aching with the intense passion I could feel 
raging inside of him. 

"Ahh, nice and tight, a virgin asshole," he laughed, his hot, labored breath 
upon my back. "Yeah, bitch, ohhh, yeah, gonna love this, gonna really love 
it!" 

His cock seemed to be tearing my asshole apart as he drove it deeper and 
deeper into me. My whole bum was a raging, burning pit of pain, the agony so 
fierce that it completely consumed me, now. 

I shuddered under the effects of the invasion. I moaned and quivered, 
shaking with the cruel thrusting power of his plunging meat. Deeper and 
deeper he went, twisting and turning until he was buried to the hilt in my 
anal pit, the thick, hot head of his cock quaking inside of me. 

I felt his hands encircle my waist and hold me tight, then he began to pump 
savagely in and out of me. He twisted and turned, bucking fiercely as he 
powered the cock along my track, laughing wildly with delight. 

Faster and harder he ravaged my bum. I moaned and shivered, never having 
felt such intense pain before. I screamed as the cock slammed deep into me, 
again, the fevered blood of his passion searing my inner walls. 

Again and again he rammed his cock into my asshole. I screamed and 
shuddered, impaled by the rod, my whole body seething with pain. I could 
think of nothing now but how bad it hurt, and how delightful I felt under 
the attack. 

Again and again he powered his meat into my bum. I shivered and sobbed, 
consumed with agony, now, so deep in the throes of it, that it was as if I 
had never felt anything but delicious hurt. 

I could feel his cock growing thicker and harder with each stroke that he 
took. He was laughing and moaning, rocking from left to right as he pumped 
in and out of me, now. I knew he was swiftly nearing a violent orgasm, and I 
eagerly gripped his cock with my rectal muscles to urge him on. 

"Come, baby, come in my asshole, now," I moaned, quivering uncontrollably as 
he powered into me again and again. "Yes, darling, ohhh, yes, hurt me, hurt 
me bad!" 

Martin's hands clutched at my hips, hungrily, his fingers digging into my 
flesh as he rammed his prick into me over and over. The huge weapon seemed 
to be growing to twice its normal size and I knew when he climaxed that it 
was going to be powerful and violent in its explosion. 

"Ahh, Jesus, bitch, gonna come," he gasped, thrusting into me again, 
grinding his belly against the curve of my behind. "Gonna come in your 
asshole so good, so fucking good, you slut!" 

He bucked hard, burying his prick to the hilt then he sobbed and shuddered 
wildly, the spurts of hot, thick come shooting from his prick and searing my 
aching inner walls as the orgasm tore through him. 

Again and again the fiery bursts of liquid love spilled from his shaft. His 
come filled my bum to overflowing and I could do little more than tremble 
and quake under the power and force of his release. 

I was consumed with his pleasure and felt the rumblings of orgasm tearing 
through me, just from feeling his climax. We both shook and quaked 
uncontrollably, until he stumbled back from me, gasping, almost falling to 
the floor, he was so exhausted. 

As for me, I can't deny that I loved it. The pain was all consuming and 
thrilled me more than anything I had ever known. I swear Doctor, I have 
never felt anything more delicious in my life. Now tell me, does that make 
me sick, or something? 

CONCLUSION 

Judy did not seem very disturbed by what she had told me. Her voice had 
risen a bit at the end of her story, but not in any kind of fear. I smiled 
and explained that pain and pleasure are quite often two sides of the same 
coin. 

I told her that it was not uncommon for someone to get sexual enjoyment out 
of being beaten and assaulted, and that as long as it inflicted no serious 
damage, she should not worry. 

That seemed to make her feel much better and she left my office, thanking me 
deeply. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Natalie L. AGE: Nineteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Natalie L. was a tall, lanky blonde with wispy hair that danced about her 
shoulders as she moved. She eased her long, graceful frame into the chair 
beside my desk, crossing her legs in an enticing fashion. 

Her body was firm, yet supple, and from the short skirt she was wearing, 
riding well up beyond her knees, I could see the smooth, creamy tapered 
flesh of her elegant thighs. She was quite beautiful, in a subtle fashion. 

As she spoke, she leaned forward, placing the weight of her torso on her 
arms, peering deeply into my eyes. Hers were troubled, yet bright, and it 
was obvious to see that she intended to face her problems head-on. 

* * * 

Well, you see, Doctor, I'm really a little confused about myself. Lately, I 
have been getting involved in some very strange sexual encounters. The 
incidents are unlike anything I have ever been involved with before, and 
frankly, they worry me. 

It all began about three weeks ago. I'm a barmaid at one of the biggest 
nightclubs in town, so I meet a lot of people. The money is good, and it 
helps me with my college fees, which I am sure you know, are rather high 
these days. 

Anyway, about three weeks ago, this guy came into the club. I had seen him 
around a few times before and was rather turned on by him. His name is Dan 
and he's about six-two. He's rugged, but not massive, sort of slim, like I 
am. 

Anyway, I like tall guys, as you can imagine and when I waited on him, we 
seemed to hit it right off. He asked me for my number, and though I don't 
usually give it out to guys I don't know very well, I didn't think twice 
about it in his case. 

I waited for him to call me, but when he didn't after a couple of days, I 
figured he was just putting me on. Then one night I saw him in the club 
again and I went right over to where he was standing. 

"How come you never gave me a call?" I asked, pretending to be really angry 
with him. "I wouldn't have bothered to give you my number if I knew you 
weren't going to be using it." 

He looked me up and down, a slow, casual grin coming across his lips. He 
laughed and shook his head. "Well, I didn't know if you really wanted me 
to," he explained. 

I snorted. "Why the hell did you think I gave you the number in the first 
place?" I growled. "Just because I didn't have anything else to do with the 
piece of paper?" 

Well, that kind of broke the ice with us. We started talking and it wasn't 
very long before he was inviting me back to his place after work, and I was 
accepting the invitation quite happily. 

I get off at midnight and I was wondering if he was still in the mood to 
stay up. I was going to catch a cab over there, but just as I walked out of 
the club, he pulled up in his car. 

I got in, happy for the ride, even happier that I was obviously so important 
to him. Already I was getting itchy between my thighs, and I knew that if he 
made one move toward me, I was going to be all over him. 

He zipped through the traffic and we arrived at his place in no time. His 
apartment was on the tenth floor of a twenty-story building and it had a 
great terrace and view of the city. 

We stood out there for awhile, not talking, just drinking wine and staring 
out at the beautiful view he had. The lights of the city were blinking 
wildly and God, everything felt just right for some romance. 

He was standing beside me and I heard him place his glass of wine on the 
table. I felt his lips brushing over the back of my neck and his hands 
encircling my breasts as he slipped them around me. 

I kind of melted back into him, moaning softly, shivering as he kneaded and 
squeezed my boobs in a tender way. I was quivering with so much passion, 
that I didn't feel like playing any games with him at all. 

Hungrily he ran the zipper to my pant suit down the front of my body, slowly 
riding it to the base of my crotch. 

I moaned, quickly slithering and shrugging the garment down over my arms and 
hips, shoving it to my feet with my eager hands. I stepped out of the suit 
and stood, facing him, now clad only in my bra and panties. 

"A wicked little devil, aren't you?" he chuckled thickly, running his eyes 
up and down over my body greedily. "Like to be a bad girl, don't you, 
Natalie?" 

I giggled and nodded, happily. "I sure do, I just love being bad," I told 
him, reaching behind me to unfasten the clasps to my bra. "I'd love to show 
you just how bad I can be, too, Dan!" 

I pulled the bra from me, freeing my tits. They aren't very big, but they 
suit my build perfectly, and I knew they were swaying enticingly as he 
stared at them. My nipples were already erect and I rubbed them briskly with 
my palms. 

His fingers were clutched at his belt buckle and he quickly unfastened it, 
pulling it from the loops of his trousers. "Bad girls have to be punished, 
do you know that little Natalie, do you?" 

I didn't understand, I just smiled at him and watched as he suddenly shot 
out his arm and cracked the belt against my naked thighs. I screamed in 
pain, shuddering and stumbling away from him in fear. 

"I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Natalie," he hissed, following me 
and whipping the belt out at me again. "I'm going to show you what happens 
to girls when they are as bad as you." 

I wasn't really frightened, I don't think, just a little shocked and 
confused. The belt crashed into my belly with a loud, wet smack and I wailed 
as I backed into the table and stumbled to the floor. 

Quickly he came over to me and bound my wrists to the leg of the table with 
a piece of leather thong he had pulled from his pocket. I hardly knew what 
was going on until he was finished, then I stared at him with frightened 
eyes. 

"What... what are you going to do?" I said, my voice a shrill, broken 
whisper. "Don't hurt me, Dan, ohhh, please, please don't hurt me, no." He 
laughed, ruthlessly this time, and brought the belt down hard against my 
naked shoulders once more. I screamed in pain, shivering uncontrollably as 
the lingering sting of the lash echoed in my defenseless flesh. 

"Stop it, Dan, please, stop it," I moaned, twisting away as yet another blow 
caressed the base of my spine. "Ohh, God, what are you doing to me, what are 
you doing to me, Dan?" 

"Teaching you a lesson, slut, a real, good lesson," he hissed, cracking the 
belt against my panties, now. "I know you love this, I can tell, your body 
tells me!" 

I don't know, maybe it was the way he said it, but when he struck me this 
time, the pain began to feel distinctly pleasing. It was very strange, but 
it seared me deeply and was so powerful that I could not help getting moist 
over the attack. 

He seemed so big and strong, so commanding, that I couldn't help but start 
to feel happy in my position. He cracked the belt against my shoulders 
another time, and I screamed in delight from the blow. 

This was all very strange and different for me, Doctor. I mean, I never 
really got off on pain before. That and being tied so tightly to the leg of 
the table. The helplessness and pain seemed very, very enticing, now, and I 
eagerly thrust my buttocks up to meet his next blow. 

"Here's your punishment, bitch," he cackled loudly, lashing my ass with the 
belt, the pain slicing through the sheer material as if it were a knife. For 
the first time in my life, I was beginning to enjoy being hurt. 

"I'll teach you, you bitch, I'll teach you," he grumbled, cracking the belt 
hard against my shoulders once again. "I'll teach you a good lesson, whore!" 

God, him calling me those names really did something to me, Doctor. I was 
getting hotter and wetter down there with each passing moment, and each time 
that he swore at me, or hit me, my pussy tingled deliciously. 

He started beating me in a cool, calculated methodic fashion. He knew just 
where to strike and how hard to hit. His lashing arm was steady and 
controlled, designed to inflict as much pain with as little damage to my 
flesh. 

God, it was so strange. It was as if my body were suddenly turning into 
something I didn't recognize. I sobbed and shivered violently, the blows 
crashing so viciously into my shoulders that I could actually feel the welts 
rising up from them. 

"Ohhh, God, Dan, yes, hurt me, yes," I found myself moaning, rather shocked 
to hear the words coming from my lips. "Ummm, hurt me, Dan, hurt me bad, 
please, please!" 

Again the vicious, cutting belt landed, this time so harshly against my 
buttocks that it tore my panties. He laughed in delight and reached down, 
ripping the tattered remains, exposing my ass completely, now. 

"How do you like this, bitch?" he hissed, slashing at my ass with the belt, 
sending cruel, stinging agony tearing through me. "How do you like this 
pain, now?" 

He really went at it then. He cracked the thick, wide belt against my bottom 
again and again, and I bucked and wailed in agony from the blows. I was 
sweating freely with pain now, and cutting through it all, was the tingling 
warmth that was steadily building in my pussy, growing hotter and hotter. 

I sobbed and shuddered, loving every moment of his attack, now, giving 
myself completely to the violence of his assault. Never in my life had being 
hurt felt this way and I could barely believe I was loving it so much. 

"Harder, Dan, hit me harder," I wailed, turning and twisting against the 
chair beside me, pulling on my bound wrists. "Umm, it hurts so good, Dan, so 
damn good!" 

He was just about beside himself, now. He brought the belt down even harder 
against my shoulders, laughing wildly as the wet, thick sound of leather 
meeting flesh joined my continuing screaming. 

My body ached from my neck to my knees, all of my back growing welted and 
red from the repeated blows. I no longer thought about how crazy this 
seemed, I was too caught up in the pleasure to care about that, now. 

Harder and faster he struck me. I could hear his breathing, harsh and 
labored as he struck, the gasps of wanting tearing from his lips. "You cunt, 
you bitch, here's what you deserve!" 

I sobbed, my voice tortured with pain as he continued to lash at my flesh 
with the wicked instrument. I screamed continuously, now, my cries never 
ending. How many more times he beat me, I don't know, but I was very nearly 
passing out when he suddenly dropped the belt and unzipped his trousers. 

I watched, my eyes finally clearing of tears as he withdrew his huge, thick 
cock. It was throbbing violently in his hand, the fevered blood tearing 
through it powerfully as he stroked it back and forth. 

He drew the shaft near my lips and shoved it at them, greedily. "Come on, 
whore, suck me, suck me good," he growled, trying to force my mouth open. 
"Come on, you slut, I want some good head, now!" 

Jesus, I was so crazed by everything, that I eagerly began to kiss and lick 
the fat, engorged head of his rod with my lips and tongue. Eagerly I ran my 
mouth up and down the length of the pole, lathering as much of his burning 
flesh as I could. 

God, I had such desire to suck him off that I just couldn't stand it! I 
mean, I really, really wanted to blow him, then. I rolled my tongue up and 
down along that rod as if it were the best tasting sucker in the world! 

Hungrily I slithered my dart around and under his shaft, stabbing wildly at 
his taut, hairy ball bag. I nibbed on his sweaty, dank flesh, loving the way 
it quaked violently against my teeth. 

He groaned thickly, his hands running savagely through my hair. I couldn't 
help but laugh at his passion and the lovely, tingling memory of pain that 
still echoed in my flesh from his beating. 

I was so turned on, I didn't think twice about sucking his balls into my 
mouth and lathering them hungrily with my tongue. I jabbed the tip of my 
dart between the huge stones, knocking them back and forth as I blew him. 

"Yeah, bitch, ahhh, shit, yeah," He gasped, bucking violently as I sucked on 
him. "That's it, baby, suck my balls you slut, suck them good!" 

I snapped his nuts back and forth, chewing on his flesh hungrily. He was 
groaning and shuddering uncontrollably now, and I could feel the boiling 
come churning in the hairy sack as I worked on it. 

His hands were tugging greedily on my head now, trying to draw my lips up 
from his throbbing sack. 

"The cock, bitch, work on the cock, you slut." he cried, pulling my lips 
from his balls and greedily drawing my head up to his shaft once more. "Come 
on you whore, get that cock in your mouth, now!" 

Eagerly I moved my lips and teeth up along the huge, pounding weapon. I 
kissed and nibbled on his burning tool, thrilling to the way it quaked 
against my teeth and throbbed, demandingly, against my lips. 

I hooked my lower teeth against the rim of his helmet and quickly gathered 
the huge, fat head of his cock inside of my mouth. He sobbed in pleasure as 
I fastened my teeth around the rim of the helmet and hungrily stabbed at the 
surface of his head with the tip of my tongue. 

"Ahh, Jesus, good, bitch, yeah," he groaned, rocking and swaying, bucking 
the cock deeper into my mouth. "That's right, whore, ahh, suck me, bitch!" 

I relaxed my throat muscles in anticipation of his invasion and greedily 
shoved my head forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. I could feel 
the huge prong rocking back and forth against my inner walls as he buried 
himself in my taut tunnel. 

Greedily I gathered all of his cock into my moist canal, sucking hard on the 
root of the shaft. I couldn't think about anything then, but giving him the 
best blow job he had ever had. 

I began to pump my mouth up and down on his shaft, twisting and turning, 
sucking as hard as I could. I felt the hot, steaming blood racing along the 
length of his meat, filling my throat with its pounding fury. 

The more I sucked on him, the closer he came to orgasm. His cock seemed to 
grow and grow in my mouth, getting harder and hotter, thicker and thicker. 
He was moaning in short, tortured breaths, gasping with intense pleasure. 

I could tell he was almost there, and I eagerly bobbed my head up and down 
on his prick, using my lips, teeth and muscles to urge him on. I heard him 
sobbing as his moment drew near and I knew that when he came, it was going 
to be explosive. 

"Ahhh, yeah, bitch, gonna come," he gasped, his voice so twisted and broken 
I could hardly understand him. "Gonna come so good in your mouth, so damn 
good right now, you cunt!" 

He wailed in a weird, high-pitched and piercing cry then I felt him jamming 
his cock as deep into my throat as he could. Hot, boiling steams of come 
began to spurt from the tool and I gulped wildly, trying to swallow as much 
of him as I could. 

The come poured from his cock, filling my mouth and spilling out. I gulped 
happily, loving the salty taste of his semen, drinking it with passion, now, 
eager to get as much of the creamy fluid in my belly as possible. 

How long he climaxed I don't know, but I felt like I had swallowed more come 
than in all the times I'd blown somebody before, put together. Finally he 
pulled his cock out of my mouth, stumbling to the side and sitting down on 
the table heavily. 

* * * 

At this point, Natalie seemed too excited to continue. Her lips were 
quivering uncontrollably and her eyes blinking wildly. I suggested that she 
return early the next morning to continue her story and she agreed, eagerly. 

I watched her go, certain that in the morning she was going to reveal yet 
another strange and compelling aspect to this wild adventure she was having. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Natalie returned to my office the next day, the moment I opened the door. 
She had been waiting for me and was so eager to begin our session that she 
almost started talking to me as we walked into my office. 

She took her spot in the chair across from my desk and I sat down behind it. 
I could tell she wanted to begin at once so I didn't bother to say anything, 
just waved at her to get started. 

* * * 

Jesus, Doctor, I sat there, quivering, my mouth still tasting of come, my 
loins so on fire I thought I would die. I licked the traces of his semen 
from my lips and smiled at him happily. 

"You liked that, didn't you, bitch?" he laughed, shaking his head in a 
sneer. "I could tell, I could! Would you like a little more, cunt? Maybe a 
good beating before I fuck you some more?" 

"Ohh, God, yes, Dan, yes," I gasped, even before I realized what I was 
saying. I nodded eagerly, my pussy throbbing, now. "Please, Dan, please, 
beat me, more!" 

He nodded, wickedly, and reached down, untying my wrists. He dragged me by 
the hair, from the terrace and into the living room. I was on all fours as I 
watched him go to the mantle over the fire place and take down a riding crop 
with a gleaming, metal tip. 

"You're gonna love this, slut," he growled, turning on his heels and making 
his way toward me. "This is really going to get you wet in your pussy, you 
slut!" 

I gazed up at him, tensing for the blow as he brought the crop down on my 
back. The metal sliced deep, searing my flesh as it cut into me. I screamed 
in delicious pain, almost collapsing on my side from the force of the blow. 

I wailed in agony as he sliced the crop across my buttocks, opening up a 
slight wound. The warm, thrilling sensation of blood seeping from the cut 
made me weak with delight and I willingly wagged my bottom toward him in 
eager invitation. 

"Like it, bitch, do you like it?" he laughed, crashing the metal tip down 
along my spine in a wicked arc. "Come on, slut, tell me how much you love 
it!" 

I screamed as the pain raced along my back and I sobbed, rolling on my spine 
and spreading my legs wide. "Ohhh, God, yes, Dan, ummm, yes," I moaned, 
bucking violently as he drove the crop into my belly. 

I screamed and shivered, the pain now overwhelming me once again, as it had 
done before. Viciously he beat me about the breasts and belly, smashing 
ruthlessly down at my thighs. My whole body was on fire with pain and my 
pussy throbbing with need. 

I opened and closed my thighs under his attack, urging him on with my 
movement, trying to get him to fall down between my limbs and give me his 
prick. He laughed, cracking the crop against my cunt lips, brutally. 

"Ohhh, Jesus, it's good, it hurts so good," I wailed, twisting and' turning 
under the blows. "Now, Dan, ummm, fuck me nasty and hard right now!" 

He laughed viciously, tossing the crop away and dropping down between my 
legs. His hands shoved my thighs apart, and guided his cock toward my 
dripping womb. I could feel the heat of passion coming off his prick and 
balls and my cunt pounded with increasing demand. 

Ruthlessly he fit the huge, fat tip of his prong between my cunt lips and 
drove forward. I screamed in a mixture of searing pain and delicious 
pleasure as he rammed his shaft to the depths of my loins. 

Eagerly he buried his shaft deep inside of me. I wailed as his cock rammed 
to the hilt and throbbed violently in the creamy, moist passage of my cunt. 
His shaft seemed to be twice its normal size and it filled my cunt to 
bursting. 

"Now, darling, Dan, fuck me hard right now," I cried softly, bucking my 
pussy up against the buried tool. "Give it to me, Dan, give it to me, hard, 
hard, hard!" 

He laughed savagely, slipping his hands beneath my buttocks and pulling me 
tightly to his groin. He rocked back and- forth, grinding his shaft inside 
of me, now, twisting and turning against my inner walls. 

I felt him begin to withdraw, savagely pulling out of me, then ramming back 
inside of me once more. He was beginning to fuck me with as much brutal 
power and force as he could, twisting and turning the angry tool against my 
aching flesh. 

I loved the fact that he wasn't going to think about me at all, that he 
wasn't going to care one damn bit about my body. His cock powered in and out 
of me with increasing rhythm and force, each stroke more powerful than the 
last. 

Again and again he rammed the huge, pounding weapon along my aching inner 
walls. It beat with a powerful passion against my flesh, so violent and 
alive, I felt as if he might burst my flesh with it. 

I thrust myself up against him, sobbing and moaning my delight. "Ohhh, God, 
baby, God, yes, yes," I screamed, rolling and turning wildly under his 
attack. "Fuck me, hard, Dan, hard!" 

His fingers kneaded and caressed my buttocks, digging in deep, making my 
poor bottom ache from his cruel caress. 

"Yeah, cunt, ahh, yeah," he laughed, savagely driving his shaft into me 
again. "You're nice and tight, bitch, really good fucking, really good!" 

Harder and harder he slammed into me, now, my pussy was ravaged completely, 
the inner walls torn and bleeding, the pain swirling with pleasure in the 
midst of it. I could no longer stand it and I sobbed in my aching need. 

"Ohh, I'm going to come, Dan, you're making me come!" I cried, my pussy 
quaking with delight as the orgasm began to roll through me, now. "I'm 
coming so nice, Dan, you're making me come, so nice!" 

I screamed in delight, bucking violently as the spasms of release tore 
through me. My come swirled around his shaft, and my cunt muscles fluttered 
wildly, urging him on and on toward his own relief. 

Suddenly he was bucking and ramming into me in a frenzy. I could feel his 
cock building and building, and his balls crashing against my thighs, thick 
and boiling with come. I heard him moaning and gasping and then he cried 
out. 

"Ahhh, Jesus, yeah, coming now, yeah," he gasped. A thick, hot bolt of come 
spurt from his tool and filled my pussy with his sticky fluid. "Coming, 
coming in you now, bitch, now!" 

Again and again the boiling fluid spurt from his rod and filled my creamy 
pit. He twisted and turned, spasms of delight seizing him, now. I moaned and 
shuddered, thrilling to my release and his, totally consumed with pleasure. 

Well, it's been like that ever since. I mean, it's getting to the point 
where I can't have sex unless I am beaten. Now, I know this is too weird, 
Doctor, just too weird, so what do I do about it, humm?" 

CONCLUSION 

At this moment, poor Natalie seemed to be shivering with worry and fear. Her 
lovely eyes were big in their sockets and her hands trembled violently. 

As gently as I could, I tried to explain to her that she had merely found a 
new sexual treat and that she shouldn't worry about it. It was becoming 
obsessive, because she found it so strange and probably perverted. 

I told her that as long as she knew what she was doing and could control her 
desires, that nothing she did was bad or sick. That seemed to calm her fears 
and she left my office with a bright, happy cast to her features. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Bobbie R. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Bobbie R. is a sad case. It is one that proves, once more, how easily young 
girl's minds can be damaged by vicious, horrible incidents at an early 
teenage stage. 

Her mother brought her to me, a shy, trembling girl all of five feet tall. 
She was attractive, with a tight, compact little body, just blossoming into 
young womanhood. 

She sat in the chair across from me, her hands folded primly in her lap, her 
eyes downcast as she spoke. Her voice trembled on every word and my heart 
went out to her as she painfully tried to tell me what happened to her. 

* * * 

Oh, Doctor, Doctor, I feel like such a sinful person. I mean, I feel lower 
than anything that ever walked the earth! I never thought I would turn out 
to be this bad, I just never thought. 

It happened this summer at camp, and, ohh, I wish I could just die over it! 
When I went there, I was a good girl, a virgin that never did anything 
wrong. How could I know how evil I truly was, how could I? 

His name was Robert and he was one of the other camp persons. He had the 
cabin next to mine, and we often took his boys and my girls out on hikes. It 
was fun being around Robert, for awhile, anyway. 

It got bad the first night we were alone in the camp. It was just after the 
first group of kids had left, and we had a night- off before the next group 
would arrive in the morning. 

I hadn't planned on doing anything but rest, so when the other people asked 
me if I wanted to go into town with them I declined. I'm not old enough to 
drink and besides, I don't like it. 

Anyway, the kids all were gone and I was lying in my bed, reading, when I 
heard a knock at my door. I looked up. to see Robert standing there, holding 
a big bottle of champagne in his hand. 

I was just wearing my nightgown, so I quickly slipped into a robe and went 
to the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised, at the very 
least, to see him. 

"I couldn't just leave you here, now could I?" he chuckled, slipping inside 
the door before I knew it. "Nobody ought to be alone on a beautiful night 
like this!" 

Even though he wasn't supposed to be in there, I felt so grateful to him 
that he had stayed behind to entertain me, that I just forgot about the 
rules completely. I just felt so wonderful about it, you know? 

Anyway, though I didn't want any champagne, Robert insisted that I drink 
some of it. He poured two glasses and handed me one, a wicked sort of smile 
on his lips. 

"Come on, honey, loosen up," he said, handing the glass to me. "You're old 
enough now, you have to start acting a little less girlish and a lot more 
mature!" 

I coughed on the champagne, gulping it down quickly. I didn't really care 
for the taste but it did kind of make me feel all tingling inside. I giggled 
and took another sip and Robert smiled. 

"That's the way, baby," he said, inching closer to me on the small cot I 
used for a bed. "Now you're getting the right idea, honey! 

Now you've got it!" 

I felt his arm go around my shoulders and pull me toward him and I put my 
hand between our bodies, lightly shoving him away. I knew what he probably 
had in mind, and though I liked him, I wasn't going to do anything with him. 

"Now, Robert, you'd better simmer down," I said, laughing softly, trying to 
make light of his approach. "I'm a good girl, remember, I don't fool around, 
you ought to know that by now!" 

But he was insistent, very much so. He leaned into me, hugging me tightly to 
him, running his mouth over mine. "Come on, baby, quit teasing, I know you 
want it," he laughed. "So let's get with it, kid!" 

I pushed him away, biting his lip before I did. He yelped and jumped to his 
feet, shaking with anger. I hadn't meant to draw blood, but when he wiped 
his hand across his lips, it came away sticky and red. 

"Why you little slut," he growled, whipping out his hand, suddenly and 
slapping me hard across the mouth. "I'll teach you to bite me like that, you 
cunt!" 

Before I could say I was sorry, he grabbed my arms and took off his belt. I 
started to struggle, but he was too quick for me. In a few seconds he had, 
bound my wrists together at the small towel ring above my cock and was 
savagely tugging on my robe. 

I Screamed as he pulled it free, ripping the flimsy garment from my 
shoulders. He glared at me, quivering in my nightgown, blushing as he hooked 
his fingers in the lining around the neck. 

"You want to play games, huh, cunt?" he hissed, ripping downward and tearing 
the gown from me, stripping me naked with one hard jerk of his hand. "I'll 
show you the kind of games you cunts love to play!" 

My eyes went wide as he banged around the room, finally picking up a coat 
hanger from the floor. I gulped in fear, completely forgetting about my 
nakedness now, as he opened up the coat hanger then doubled it up. 

"You need a good, fucking beating, bitch," Robert hissed, stepping up beside 
me. "I can tell you're the kind that loves it, just from the cockteasing way 
you have! Well, you want it, you'll get it, slut!" 

With that, he brought the hanger down hard against my defenseless shoulders. 
I screamed in pain, my whole back erupting with agony from the blow. 
Instantly blood began to seep from the cut and I sobbed in horror. 

"Ohh, Jesus, please, don't, Robert, don't," I moaned, shivering as he 
brought the coat hanger down on me again. This time the pain was so fierce, 
it brought tears to my eyes and made me shudder under the force of the blow. 

Robert laughed, and began to beat me coolly and calculatedly now. He whipped 
the thin, doubled hanger up and down my spine, twisting his wrist for 
effect, viciously slicing through my flesh with the horrible tool. 

The pain was savage and fierce and so bad I thought I would faint. His hand 
dropped to my thighs, worming its way between them, greedily trying to reach 
my womb. I struggled to keep my legs together, but another blow of the 
hanger against the backs of my thighs jerked them apart. 

"Now, now you'll see, slut," he laughed, his voice weird and savage, almost 
inhuman in its passion. "Now, you'll see how much I know about cunts like 
you!" 

Oh, God, Doctor, this is where the horrible part begins. He started kneading 
and caressing my pussy, then, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down 
along my cunt petals, pinching them viciously between them. 

I sobbed and shuddered, jerking violently as he brought the coat hanger down 
over my back once more. A harsh, driving agony seared in my back and it was 
slowly beginning to mingle and mix with the growing pleasure I felt in my 
womb. 

How can I ever explain to myself what I was experiencing. He beat me harder 
and harder, yet my pussy was beginning to throb with delight. It was as if 
the mixture of ecstasy and agony were ten times more fierce together than 
apart. 

I hated feeling that way, truly I did, but I couldn't escape the slowly 
building need that I was feeling growing in my cunt. When he cracked the' 
coat hanger against my buttocks and suddenly drove two fingers into my womb. 

God, the combination was almost more than I could stand. I jerked violently, 
hating myself for suddenly flexing my muscles around the invading digits and 
clasping my thighs hungrily around his hand. 

"Ohh, dear God, that's nice," I sobbed, shivering as the rolling spasms took 
hold of me. "Hurt me, please, ohhh, yes, Robert, hurt me please!" 

I could not believe I was saying that. I just could not accept that I was 
eagerly begging him to do this to me. But my body was doing things my mind 
would not stop and I wailed in pleasure and pain as he went on. 

Ruthlessly Robert drove the two digits in and out of me. He caught my clit 
between his thumb and forefinger and expertly rolled it back and forth, 
balancing each blow from the coat hanger with a roll of his fingers. 

The lust I was experiencing, Doctor, was terrible, just terrible. I could 
see how wrong it was, knew how bad it was to feel this way, but I couldn't 
help myself, I just couldn't, I tell you! Robert knew what I was feeling and 
he laughed viciously as he rode his fingers in and out of me and lashed at 
my flesh repeatedly with the cruel, harsh weapon. I twisted and turned under 
the attack, the love juice pouring, unashamed, from my aching cunt, now. 

"Ohhh, God, yes, hurt me, fuck me, yes," I wailed, no longer able to control 
my words, merely caught up in my passion, now. "Ummm, Robert, Robert, hurt 
me more!" 

You see, Doctor, more than anything else, that was it, that was what I was 
enjoying. I loved the pain, loved it. Each time he brought the coat hanger 
down against my flesh, my whole body erupted in marvelous spasms of pain. 

Never before in my life had any sensation been this intense or pleasing. I 
could now believe my own flesh, but it was responding eagerly to the assault 
and I was desperately trying to have him do more than just beat me, now. 

"Fuck me, Robert, fuck me hard," I sobbed, twisting and turning, trying to 
get on my side to that he could. "Please, Robert, jam it into me, now, rape 
me, Robert, hurt me with your cock right now!" 

"You're damn right, bitch," he laughed, reaching down and unzipping his 
trousers. "That's just what is going to happen, you slut, I'm gonna fuck you 
till you bleed!" 

God, when I heard that the most delicious sense of anticipation and terror 
raced through me. Eagerly I twisted on my back, feeling the blood dripping 
from my wounds as he ruthlessly forced my thighs apart. 

I wanted him to rape me brutally, then and I shivered and quaked as Robert 
slipped down between my legs, jamming my thighs as far apart as they could 
go. I felt him spreading my cunt lips, then shoving the fat, hot head of his 
cock between them. 

Robert was totally unconcerned with me now, other than as a warm sleeve for 
his shaft and a source of pleasing screams. I groaned as he rammed forward, 
banging into my virginity with the pounding tip of his pole. 

"Hurt me, hurt me, please," I screamed, thrusting my cunt up to meet the 
huge prong. "Please, Robert, please hurt me now! I want to be hurt right 
now!" 

Now he slammed forward again, driving hard and fast into my maidenhead. The 
pain was beyond beliefs as he tore through the thin membrane and buried his 
cock to the hilt in my damp, taut tunnel. 

God, how it hurt, it hurt so bad. I loved it, do you understand that, I 
loved it? I was horrified with myself, but I couldn't keep from eagerly 
thrusting my pussy up to meet the hard, penetrating sword. 

I screamed and shivered, the rolling spasms of agony quickly turning into 
pleasure as he ravaged my virginal chamber: He bucked harder and faster, 
driving his cock in and out of me relentlessly, now. 

I could feel something familiar building to a fever pitch in my loins and I 
knew that it was a climax coming. I sobbed and shivered, enjoying ever 
vicious stroke that he took as he rammed into me over and over again. 

Suddenly my loins erupted involuntarily and waves of delicious, warm come 
swirled up from the depths of my loins. I screamed and wailed, trying 
desperately to kiss him as the orgasm rippled through me. 

"I'm coming, ohhh, God, coming," I sobbed, thrusting my dripping womb 
against his hard, flat belly. "It hurts, Robert, I'm coming and it hurts so 
good!" 

He laughed savagely, grinding his cock hard inside of me, gasping for breath 
as his own climax neared its moment of release. I could feel his cock 
pounding inside of me, and his balls quaked against my thighs. 

"Ahhh, yeah, little cunt, gonna come," he groaned, driving his cock in and 
out of me in a frenzy now. "Gonna come so nice in you, slut, - so damn 
nice!" 

I felt the prick shudder violently against my inner walls, then felt the 
searing, boiling fluid of his come spurting from his tool. He laughed once 
again, twisting and turning, the liquid of his pleasure bursting 
continuously from his shaft. 

God, it was horrible, just horrible, by the time he pulled out of me, I just 
wanted to die. I had never been so ruthlessly beaten and abused before, but 
what was worse, I enjoyed it, I enjoyed it! 

* * * 

Poor little Bobbie could not continue at this point. She was quaking so 
violently in the chair, that I had to give her something to calm her nerves, 
and then suggested we take a short lunch break before continuing. 

We decided on an hour and I watched her go, hoping that she would not lose 
her courage and bolt. I had a feeling she needed a great deal of help and I 
wanted very much to be able to give it to her. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

She was late, and for awhile I was worried that my fears had come true. 
Finally, about a half an hour after we had planned to resume our discussion, 
she returned to my office, not looking much better than when she had left 
it. 

The drug I had given her had calmed her somewhat, however, and it gave her 
enough relaxation to allow her to pick up her story. As I listened, I felt a 
deep sadness for her coming up inside of me. 

* * * 

Ohh, Doctor, I prayed after that, I prayed that the whole incident would be 
a part of my past. I hoped it was just momentary passion and fascination, 
that now that it was over, I wouldn't ever have those feelings again. 

I should have known better, though. Not three days later, when all the kids 
were out swimming and I was changing into a bathing suit to join them, 
Robert cornered me at the far end of the camp. 

He laughed when he saw me, and advanced in quick, measured steps. "I missed 
you, kid," he said, his cruel sneer coming up on his lips again. "I felt 
really lonely and unfulfilled these days! I think I am in need of some of 
that luscious pussy you got, what do you say, bitch?" 

Before I could say anything, Robert took hold of my bikini top and ripped it 
from my body. I sobbed in fright, stumbling back into the door of the tool 
shed behind me. My breasts were trembling with fear and Robert gazed at 
them, hungrily. 

Brutally he shoved me into the tool shed and locked the door behind him. "Am 
I gonna have to beat you this time, slut?" he growled, tossing my halter 
aside. "Am I gonna have to do that, bitch?" 

I was terrified. I knew no one would hear me, but when he came up to me, 
taking hold of my wrists and binding them tightly, I felt that strange, 
almost overpowering tingle in my loins. 

I didn't want to feel that way, but I couldn't help it. He slipped a hook 
that dangled from a pulley in the ceiling, through my roped wrists and then 
slowly began to haul me up off the floor. 

When finally my toes were all that remained in contact with the boards 
beneath them, I moaned and shuddered, violently. He hooked his fingers into 
my bottom and slid my swim trunks down over my thighs. 

Now I was naked for him once more, and I could not deny it, excited as ever. 
I watched in anticipation as he went through the shed, searching for 
something to beat me with. He yelped with glee and turned holding a length 
of rubber hose. 

Happily he brought this over and slammed it against the base of my spine. I 
screamed in agony, shuddering as I dangled from the hook. He whipped the 
hose, brutally, against my buttocks and my sob of torture made him laugh. 

"Yeah, yeah, I know you love it, bitch, I know," he chuckled, cracking the 
wet, thick hose against my thighs. "Come on, bitch, give me a scream, give 
me a good one, you worthless scum!" 

Once again he smacked the hose against my flesh. He worked his way around to 
the front of my defenseless frame,; beating a steady tattoo against my legs 
and belly with the vicious weapon. 

God, the pain was horrible and wonderful at the same time! "Ohh, yes, 
Robert, ummm, I love it, yes," I moaned, thrilling to the way he whipped it 
upward against my loins. "Oooo, I deserve it, Robert! I do, I know I do!" 

"That's right, bitch, that's right," he cackled, smashing the hose against 
my tits, sending horrible, stinging pains tearing through my tender nipples. 
"I know you love it, I know you do!" 

Again and again he beat me with the hose. He left no part of my body from 
the neck down untouched. It felt as if a thousand welts were rising up on my 
flesh and I sobbed in pain, shivering as he rapped me harder and faster with 
the tool. 

I was lost, then, swirling with the intense agony and the ecstasy I was 
feeling because of it. I knew, then, that I was evil and sick, for I began 
to twist and turn my body to meet the blows. 

I loved how bad it felt. It seemed to be the correct sensation for me to 
experience. I was truly nothing, truly not fit to be living, and I knew I 
deserved this beating more than anything else in the world. 

All I wanted then, was to feel him fucking me once more. I sobbed and 
shuddered, begging him with a breathless sob to fuck me. I thrust my cunt 
against him and he slapped the hose hard against it. 

"You want my cock, huh, bitch?" he laughed, smashing my pussy with the hose 
a half dozen more time. "You like my cock, don't you slut, don't you like my 
cock!" 

I nodded wildly, breathless with pain. "Ohhh, yes, Robert, fuck me, now, 
yes," I screamed softly, bucking my pussy out to meet the cruel, licking 
caress of the vicious length of hose. 

"Fuck me, now, Robert," I gasped, shuddering under the impact of a blow 
aimed at my belly. "Please, Robert, please! Fuck me hard, Robert, hard right 
now!" 

Robert laughed in that savage voice and threw the rubber hose to one side. I 
felt his greedy hands roaming between my thighs, pinching my inner flesh, 
rubbing hungrily at my cunt. 

"I'm gonna fuck you good, bitch, real good," he hissed, spreading my pussy 
lips with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. "Yeah, little slut, 
are you ever going to love this fuck I'm gonna give you, now!" 

I wailed in pain as I felt him suddenly jamming his prick up into my cunt. 
It was quite hot and damp in my pussy, now, and I could feel him burying his 
cock as deeply inside of me as he could. 

I gasped as he bucked back and forth, riding his shaft in and out of me 
viciously. My pussy was on fire from the presence of his shaft, quaking so 
violently it felt as if I would explode at any moment. 

Savagely he powered his tool in and out of my dripping chamber. He didn't 
care about anything, then, just my screams of pain and the wild, careening 
passion that was tearing through him at that moment. 

I felt his cock growing bigger and bigger, even as my own orgasm began to 
erupt in the depths of my pussy. It flooded through me, suddenly, making me 
cry out in delight and knead his cock with my cunt muscles, urgently. 

"I'm coming, Robert, coming now," I sobbed, twisting and turning, the spasms 
racing through me, now. "Coming so good, Robert, so damn good!" 

He laughed, grinding his shaft deep in my pussy as the come swirled around 
the plunging rod. He shuddered and quaked, driving his cock in and out of me 
with a frenzied need, now, his own lust overwhelming him. 

CONCLUSION 

By this time, poor little Bobbie was beside herself. She had dissolved into 
tears and sat shivering in the chair. I gave her another pill to calm her 
nerves and tried to explain what I could feel about her case, to her. 

It was easy enough to see that all her fascination with the rape and 
beatings had been formed by her childhood. She had been conditioned that 
way. I told her as much, stressing the point of conditioning as much as 
possible. 

She seemed to understand a little of what I was telling her, but it is clear 
to me that she had a deep, emotional problem that must be solved at once. If 
it is not, she will only grow more and more filled with self-loathing. I 
pray this does not happen to her. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Laura W. AGE: Twenty-Two 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Laura W. came into my office looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a 
bright red, two piece suit that fit her like a surgeon's glove. 

She seemed quite confident of herself as she walked into my office, even 
going so far as to make a joke as she lay down upon my soft couch. Her legs, 
while short, were well-formed, tapering deliciously. 

She crossed her ankles, and placed her hands behind her head, sighing as if 
she felt very, very bored with all that she was about to tell me. I listened 
to her melodic voice as she spoke, taking in every word that she said. 

* * * 

The reason I am here, is not, in my own mind, because of my particular likes 
or dislikes Doctor. The sole reason I am here is because I was forced to 
come here by my boss. 

None of this would have taken place had I been a bit more discreet, but I am 
often not that, much to my regret. All I can say is that I know what I like, 
and there is little that is going to change that. 

Ahhh, I suppose I should have known better. One should not mess around with 
young boys, no matter how appealing they might be. I suppose I thought that 
Karl would be different, but of course he wasn't. 

I teach at a private school, you see, and I consider myself quite a good 
teacher. I deal in drama, and many of the young boys that I get are often on 
the verge of going one way or the other, if you know what I mean. 

I try to steer them in the right direction, giving advice and love as often 
as I can. All I ask in return is respect, an orgasm now and then, and a 
good, sound, beating. 

I have always enjoyed getting beaten. Ever since I was a little girl, I 
could think of nothing better than having my daddy put me over his knee and 
spank me with his belt, or even better, bare hand. 

I used to go out of my way to be bad, just so that I would have to be 
punished. It was my father that first turned me onto the joys of bondage and 
discipline, and I have never been able to thank him enough. 

At any rate, this boy, Karl, came to school last September. He's tall, had 
dark curly hair and those pouting, petulant good looks that can turn any 
girl or woman's loins to seamy jelly. 

Right from the moment I laid eyes on him, I wanted him. I bided my time, 
carefully acting the teacher around him, until one afternoon, I was able to 
get him alone in my office to rehearse a scene. 

The scene was supposed to be about a man spanking his wife at the end of a 
play. I could tell Karl was a little nervous about the act, probably never 
having laid a hand on a girl in his life. 

"Come on, Karl," I told him, sitting him down in a chair. "Remember, you are 
an actor. Now this is the most important scene in the play, and you have to 
do it!" 

He gulped and nodded, clearly disturbed and embarrassed about the whole 
thing. "Gee, I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I've never done this 
kind of thing before, I'm afraid I'll look like a jerk!" 

I sighed, pretending to be getting impatient with him, while what I really 
was feeling was a restless urgency. I shoved him back down in the chair and 
draped myself over his lap before he had a chance to protest. 

"Now, start spanking, Karl," I hissed, wiggling my bottom at him. Beneath 
me, I could feel his prick beginning to harden in a marvelous manner. "Do 
it, Karl, do it nice and hard!" 

His hand came down with a loud, wet crack and the pain stung deep in my 
bottom. I yelped in delight, wiggling my ass back and forth again. "Oooo, 
that's nice, Karl, very nice," I cooed, grinding my belly against his groin. 
"Harder this, time, much, much harder!" 

Well, of course, to take his mind off his growing shaft, which must have 
started aching by then, he began to smash his palm against my skirt harder 
and harder. While I tingled with delight at the loving crack of his hand, I 
rocked back and forth against his loins, forcing his cock to grow harder and 
harder. 

"Draw up my skirt, draw it up," I sobbed, tugging on the hem myself. "Come 
on, damn you, Karl, draw it up! Hit me harder, harder, harder!" 

He was as caught up in this as I was now, and he eagerly tugged my skirt up 
around my waist, baring my panties to him. I was wearing the briefest, 
sheerest pair I had and I knew they offset my creamy flesh, perfectly. 

He cracked his hand against my buttocks again, and I wailed in delight, 
really rubbing my belly against his prick, now. His cock was growing thicker 
and harder, almost like a steel pole and it wasn't very long before I could 
feel the fevered blood tearing through it, even through the layers of 
clothing separating our bodies. 

"Take my panties off, Karl, take them off," I sobbed, reaching behind me and 
pushing his hand against my underwear. "Strip me, Karl, strip me and spank 
me good!" 

The poor boy was so excited, it was all he could do to keep me on his lap. 
He shoved my panties down over my thighs and I could hear his gasp of 
delight as he stared down at my naked buttocks. 

Lovingly his hand rubbed back and forth over my ass, then he began to spank 
me violently again, crashing his hand against my flesh with increasing power 
and force. 

I wailed in pleasure, my pussy now becoming hot and wet under his attack. 
Again and again the lovely, masculine hand crashed into my bottom and the 
enticing pain raced through me, wildly. 

I suddenly leaped from his lap and held my wrists up to him. "Tie them, 
darling, tie them tight," I hissed, my voice urgent with need. 

"Tie them and beat me with your belt! Do it, Karl, do it, now!" 

The boy searched around for some cord and quickly bound my wrists tightly 
with the strong line. I bent over, offering him my jutting buttocks and in 
seconds he had his belt loose from his pants and was lashing me violently 
with it. 

I screamed in pleasure as the blows landed, my buttocks tingling with the 
deep, harsh agony I was experiencing. God, it was delightful. Each stroke 
that he took filled my flesh with enticing pain, and it mingled, devilishly, 
with the rippling warmth that was careening through my loins. "Harder, 
harder, harder," I sobbed, my voice breaking as I swayed from left to right 
under the blows. "Ummm, it's so wonderful, it hurts so good! Harder, Karl, 
ohhh, God, hit me harder, please!" 

The poor boy could hardly think straight, then, all he could see was my ass, 
lovely, trembling and inviting as I rocked it back and forth for his attack. 
He lashed the belt against me once more and the pain cut so deep into me, 
that it brought a fine, red mist of agony to my eyes. 

By now I was completely enraptured with my pain, my whole body experiencing 
the delicious tremors of agony. I sobbed and shuddered, bucking violently as 
he rained the blows down upon me. 

My ass was a cherry red now, smarting over every inch of the surface, aching 
so marvelously that it made me sob and shiver with unbelievable delight. 
This was the best beating I had had in a long time, and I couldn't wait to 
have him fucking me. 

I suddenly rolled to the floor and turned on my back, spreading my thighs 
wide. "Come, Karl, come and fuck me, now," I gasped, beckoning him with my 
bound wrists. "Take me hard and fast, darling, ruthlessly and cruel! Fuck 
me, Karl, fuck me, now!" 

The boy fumbled with the zipper to his trousers, so eager to get his cock 
out that he could hardly open them. I stifled an amused chuckle then gasped 
as I saw him withdraw a cock much larger than I would have guessed he had. 

It was thick and long, more a man's tool than a boy's, and my pussy quaked 
in greedy anticipation as he dropped to his knees between my legs, inching 
his way forward along my moist, quivering limbs. 

"Ohh, fuck me, Karl, hurt me with your meat," I gasped, thrusting my cunt up 
against his pounding manhood. "Give me your cock, hard right now, fuck me, 
Karl!" 

He tried to speak, but was so caught in his desire that the words would not 
get beyond his trembling lips. Greedily he reached down and guided his shaft 
to my cunt lips, worming the huge, hot tip of it between them. 

Ahh, the bliss of his penetration, I can almost feel it, now! He drove 
savagely forward, burying his prick to the hilt inside of me in one fluid 
stroke. I screamed in delight as he filled my pussy with his manhood, 
twisting and turning until he was throbbing in the depths of my loins. 

He rocked from side to side, and I opened and closed my thighs around his 
hips, spasmodically. I cooed lovingly, twisting and turning, bucking back 
and forth to get the boy going. 

His shaft was so huge that it forced my cunt to expand way beyond its normal 
width, and of course the pain of this thrilled me all the more. I flexed my 
pussy muscles wildly around him, trying to force him to really screw me. 

"Hard, I want it, hard," I sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably as he began to 
pump his manhood in and out of me. "Give it to me fast and hard, Karl, ohhh, 
Jesus, yes!" 

The boy moaned and shivered, bucking his meat back and forth in frantic, 
rhythmic strokes. Each time he buried the prong deep inside of me, I wailed 
in delight, shuddering with an aching pleasure that consumed me. 

I screamed as he rammed his meat deep into my pussy. My cunt was boiling 
now, growing hotter and tighter around the plunging rod, nearing a powerful, 
lovely orgasm that I knew was going to be achingly wonderful. 

I thrust myself against him, grinding my belly hard against his, thrilling 
to the harsh, violent attack he was placing upon my loins. He rammed into me 
again and again and my whole body began to erupt with pleasure. 

"Ohhh, Jesus, ahhh, yes, Karl, yes," I sobbed, quivering violently as the 
spasms of need began to tear through me. "Ummm, going to come, Karl, fuck me 
hard, I'm going to come right now!" 

He increased his rhythm and pace as my climax tore through me, then. He 
bucked into me again and again, feeling my pussy muscles flexing 
uncontrollably around his rod and my thick, creamy come swirling delightful 
around the plunging shaft. 

I laughed in pleasure and pumped his cock with my muscles, determined to 
bring the marvelous boy to the same ecstasy I was experiencing. He shuddered 
and gasped, and his cock began to pound wildly against my inner walls. 

Suddenly he drove it to the hilt in my womb, burying the shaft as his own 
massive, overpowering release took hold of him. I could feel the come 
spurting from his tool, mixing delightfully with my own liquid pleasure. 

"I... I'm coming, coming, now," he gasped, grinding the bursting weapon back 
and forth against my inner chamber. "Ahhh, Christ, coming now, in you, so 
good!" 

Our spasms seemed to last for what seemed like an eternity and I was totally 
consumed with the pleasure of my lust, by then. We rolled and shuddered on 
the floor, jerking and bucking until both of us were completely spent and 
drained of everything. 

* * * 

By this time, Laura was amazingly acting as if she were in the throes of a 
climax. Her breath was rapid and forced and her lower body jerked 
spasmodically on the couch. I watched in fascination for a few moments, then 
quietly suggested we take a break. 

I asked her to take a rest in the small room behind my office and she 
agreed, though I think rather unwillingly. I told her I would call for her 
in a bit, then I shut the door and sat down at my desk to review my notes. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

After about a half an hour, I felt that Laura would be calm enough to 
continue. I asked her back into the office, and while she appeared to be 
quite normal, I could see by her eyes that her excitement level had not 
diminished that much. 

The charming, lovely young woman resumed her place on the couch, and before 
I could say anything, launched right into her story once more. There was 
little I could do but listen, for she had completely taken control of the 
session. 

* * * 

Well, that was such a sweet time with Karl, that I just had to have another 
taste of him! I cleverly arranged to have him sent to my office, for the boy 
had been avoiding me ever since that first time. 

When he came in, he was quite shocked at what he saw. I had looped my wrists 
into a fake stock we had used for a play, my head in the middle hole. I was 
completely naked, waiting for him as he shut the door, behind him. 

He gazed at me, and I could see his cock thickening already in his trousers. 
I gasped in a husky voice. "The whip, the whip, please," I moaned, pointing 
to the wicked, black tool lying on the table. 

He was hesitant, but my insistent voice forced him to pick it up and bring 
it over to where I stood. 

"Beat me, Karl, beat me now," I moaned, rocking my ass back and forth. 
"Ohhh, God, beat me then fuck me hard! Now, damn you, Karl, do it now!" 

At once he brought the whip down hard on my buttocks. I screamed in pain, 
shivering as the delicious agony tore through me. I quaked and shuddered 
with the violence of the blow, my whole body erupting in pleasure. 

Again he lashed my naked buttocks. The thrill of the searing blow surged 
inside of me and I quaked under the blow, almost falling from the stock with 
the sheer intensity of the pain he was giving me. 

"Harder, ohh, hit me harder, please," I sobbed, rocking and twisting under 
the falling lash. "Ummm, it hurts so marvelously! Yes, beat me, yes, yes, 
yes!" 

Again and again he struck me with the whip. My buttocks were burning now, 
filled with the worst and loveliest pain I could imagine. I sobbed and 
quaked, thrusting my ass up to meet each blow, tingling with the delight I 
was experiencing. 

Harder and harder he hit me. It seemed that he was finally getting into it, 
finally beginning to enjoy what I was forcing him to do. I screamed as he 
struck me again, searing the base of my spine with the cruel kiss of the 
lash. 

The throbbing delight tore through my pussy then, filling me with a churning 
wanting that I knew would soon overwhelm me. I sobbed and bit my tongue, 
clenching my fists into tight balls as each lovely, searing kiss smashed 
against my flesh. 

My body was aching with pain, the sweat popping out over my flesh as he 
rained the blows down upon me, now. I shivered and eagerly twisted my body 
against the falling whip, listening with delight to the vicious, wet smack 
it made meeting my naked, helpless frame. 

I could feel my cunt boiling with need, now, and I eagerly shivered and 
quaked, nodding my head as I spoke in a breathless tone of voice. "Fuck me, 
now, Karl, ohh, God, now," I wailed, spreading my thighs as wide as I could. 
"Give me your prick right now!" 

The boy pulled his zipper down frantically and pulled the huge, fat shaft 
from within. Twisting my head, I could see it, thick and red, pounding 
fiercely with the angry passion he was feeling. 

He came up to me and slipped it easily into my. awaiting chamber. I groaned 
at the marvelous power of his invasion, greedily grasping the shaft with my 
cunt muscles pulling it inside of me hungrily. 

His hands encircled my hips and he began to pump his prick in and out of me 
violently. Each stroke brought me nearer to an orgasm and in a matter of 
moments, I was twisting and turning under the effects of his fucking, the 
hot come surging up from the base of my aching, tortured loins. 

I wailed my delight, quaking violently as the boiling need tore through me. 
I could not speak, so powerful was my climax and it was all I could do to 
concentrate on bringing him to orgasm, also. 

He rammed his prick to the depths of my pussy, and a sudden, powerful jet of 
come spurt from his tool and filled my pussy as the climax exploded in his 
loins. He cried out in a strangled voice, bucking fiercely into me, spurting 
the creamy, hot fluid into me, over and over again. 

Both of us shuddered and rocked, sobbing and turning from left to right 
until he fell away from me, gasping and sobbing, completely exhausted by the 
encounter. 

Of course, we were caught. Some little old bitch of a music teacher saw us 
and reported us. Now, of course, I'm in trouble. They want me to say I'm 
ill, but I don't believe I am. What do you think, Doctor? 

CONCLUSION 

Since I knew I was dealing with a disturbed personality, I tried, as calmly 
as I could, to explain to her what I felt. I told her, that, though bondage 
and discipline in itself is not bad, the snaring of young boys to accomplish 
these ends is hardly an act of a balanced person. 

I urged her to seek help in dealing with this problem, but, while she 
appeared to agree with me, I fear it was all an act, and that she intends to 
continue her sport no matter what. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

What have we learned? A difficult question at best, more often, an 
impossible one to' answer, for as each person is unique, so are their 
pleasures. Judy B., what began for her as a surrender to her lover's 
desires, quickly became a passion of her own. 

Natalie L., she was troubled, worried and filled with fear, consumed by a 
strange craving for pain that nearly destroyed her. 

Bobbie R., she hated the idea, was repelled, but then her body turned on 
her, and reacted totally different from her mind's wishes. 

Laura W., so convinced of her own logic and pleasure, she would not listen 
to anyone when it came to passion for pain. 

As we have seen, the subject of Bondage and Discipline is too important to 
dismiss and too far-reaching to simply sum up. It will take much, much more 
study to even begin to come up with a few answers. 


THE END
