School Girl Victims: Student Rapists-Coed Violence
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

There are many, many problems that young girls encounter while growing into 
womanhood, not the least of which are sexual advances from older and more 
experienced men. 

Most of the time, these problems are solved on a somewhat agreeable level, 
but sometimes things can get out of hand and that is when much mental damage 
can be done to an innocent and helpless young female. 

Rape, of course, is the worst of the crimes inflicted on them. That, 
accompanied with guilt at their response to the act can end up destroying 
some young girls healthy responses to sex. 

When the rape takes place in a learning environment, this is even more 
tragic. 

Darcy L., seventeen: "I didn't realize what they had in mind for me. I 
didn't know that if I truly wanted to be popular, I would have to fuck and 
suck every member of the team! The first time they just took me, and took 
me... " Marcia S., eighteen: "If I had known that the richest boy on campus 
was just taking me out so that he could have his way with me, I never would 
have gone. We were stuck in a snow storm, in his car, and I was trapped. I 
couldn't escape when he grabbed me and began tearing at my clothes... " 
Angela M., fifteen: "I'm not a bad girl, but they put me in reform school. I 
was so scared when the big, ugly man who was guarding me came into my cell 
and shut the door behind him. He unzipped his pants and approached me, the 
lust burning in his eyes... " Willow K., fourteen: "My Daddy was an art 
teacher. My Mommy didn't want to sleep with him anymore. When he crawled 
into my bed that night, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him from doing 
what he wanted... " 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Darcy L. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Since I began compiling these cases, I have tried to deduce why so many 
girls are first introduced to sex in a brutal and violent fashion. 

There is no doubt that the girl's first time, if traumatic will tend to scar 
her for the future. 

Rape, of course, is the most degrading form of sex initiation and all too 
prevalent today. 

Darcy L. is a case in point. She is a rather shy girl. She sat in the large 
chair beside my desk, almost dwarfed by the piece of furniture. She was very 
pretty in that classical, fragile manner, with large round eyes and an 
enticingly full lower lip. She was quite snail, perhaps only five foot tall 
at best and wore what I would consider a rather old-fashioned dress for 
these times, that came well below her shapely knees. She self-consciously 
tugged it down as I glanced at her, and lowered her eyes in constant 
embarrassment. 

She was obviously disturbed, suffering from some harsh and painful incident 
and I tried my best to put her at ease. I suggested she begin by telling me 
a little bit about herself, slowly working up to the reason why she was 
here. 

* * * 

I know why I'm here, Doctor, I am here because I am a failure at being a 
person. I have never been popular and that's the end of that. Whenever I 
tried to be, something always went wrong. In fact, things kept going more 
and more wrong until I got where I am this day. 

Oh, well, I suppose it really doesn't matter. I've been through enough 
lately that I don't think anything could bother me anymore. I am not just 
trying to be tough, I mean that. 

You see, my parents never really wanted to have me. They had two kids 
already and my mother told me just a little while ago, that they hadn't 
planned on having a third one at all. You can imagine how important and 
loved that made me feel. I mean, I've even started feeling guilty for being 
born! 

As far back as I can remember, I have always been out of place. Out of step. 
When my sisters were growing up, they were very active in sports and had a 
lot of friends. But then I came along, and I'm so small that I've never been 
good at any game, not any of them. 

I went through grammar school and then got into high school never having 
played any games at all unless it was during gym class. I was always the 
last one picked, too. Even the heavier girls got picked before me. I guess 
the other kids figured they couldn't hit a ball any worse than I and if they 
did, they might really be able to hit it because they were big. 

I know that this is all kid's stuff and not really important. I don't mean 
to sound like I'm crying on anybody's shoulder, but it did affect me, 
Doctor, it did. That's why I got into this mess in the first place. I just 
wanted to be popular, that's all, I just wanted to be popular! 

Well, at any rate, I got into high school and I didn't have a single, real 
friend. I know a lot of young girls go out on dates at thirteen and fourteen 
these days, but I hadn't gone near a single boy until recently. I mean, here 
I am seventeen and I haven't had a date yet. I've been fucked all right, 
but" I haven't had a date yet! 

It's not because my parents wouldn't let me go, either. My sisters went out 
before they turned thirteen. My parents gave them a lot of freedom and I 
could have had the same if I could have made any use of it. But nobody even 
looked twice at me until this year, and that's only because my damn body has 
started to fill out. 

It's horrible, Doctor, when you are a girl and nobody cares about you. 
Nobody wants to take you out. That's depressing and I've cried myself to 
sleep plenty of times over it. I wanted to have a boyfriend so bad it hurt 
sometimes! I used to dream about boys and dates. I read all about sex. My 
sisters had these books I found hidden away one time and I just poured over 
them. Most of them I didn't understand very well, but I did learn about 
masturbation and after I tried that I really started to wonder about the 
subject. I don't want you to get the idea that I was thinking of sleeping 
around, either. I didn't intend to give up my virginity to just any person. 
I had my mind set on someone very special. I didn't know who that might be, 
but I knew I would recognize him the moment I met him. 

What a dreamy little jerk I was. I sure didn't know much about life, that's 
for sure! But, getting back to my story. As I said, I didn't go out on dates 
and didn't play sports so all that was left to me was learning. I threw 
myself into school work and projects and kept my grades at the top of the 
class. Sometimes I think the girls thought I was stuck-up, but it wasn't 
that really. It was just that I was so scared and lonely and this was the 
only way to make myself noticed. 

So I worked hard at school. I studied and studied but it didn't help the 
loneliness that I was feeling and when one of my teachers commented on me 
this fall, telling me that I had gotten very pretty over the summer, I 
couldn't believe it. She urged me to try out for the cheer-leading squad and 
after thinking about it hard for a week, I gathered up my courage and took a 
chance. I thought, what the hell, I can only get turned down. 

Boy, the competition was fierce, there must have been fifty girls trying out 
for the two or three open spots on the squad. I didn't think I had a chance 
against those others. Most of them were taller, prettier and better 
coordinated than I was, but I didn't let that stop me. I had come this far, 
I might just as well see the whole thing through. 

Later on, of course, I found out that they had purposely picked me over some 
of the better girls just to have somebody to appease their boyfriends. Yes, 
that's why they wanted me. They thought that because I was so lonely, I'd be 
willing to do anything to join the group, and fucking some of the boys was 
going to be the price I would have to pay. 

But I didn't find that out until later. All I knew was that a few days after 
the try-outs, I got a note in my homeroom telling me I had been selected. I 
was so happy I thought I would die! I kind of just glided through the rest 
of the day on a cloud. I hardly heard anything that was said in all my 
classes and for the first time in years didn't take a single note all day 
long. I was supposed to meet the girls in the gym at the end of the day and 
I couldn't wait for the time to arrive. 

I made my way down to the gym after school and sat in the bleachers watching 
the girls practice their cheers while the basketball team went through their 
workout. Since it was just the beginning of the year, nobody did very much 
and after about forty-five minutes of anxious waiting, the leader of the 
squad called me down to the floor. 

"Now listen closely, Darcy," she told me, pulling me close to her and 
whispering in my ear. "One of the biggest things you have to do around here 
is impress the boys. They don't want just any girl cheering them on, she has 
to be the right sort of person for the job. We always allow the three most 
important jocks make the final decisions about any girl we choose. If you 
pass their test, you get the spot, if not, well, what can I say?" 

I told her I understood and glanced across the room at the four boys that 
were standing there, nervously looking me over it seemed. I knew about them 
all. There was Mike, a quarterback for our football team; Steve, our number 
one swimmer; Rick, our basketball star; and finally, Mark, a track star. 
They were the cream of the crop and I was scared to death that they would 
think I was a jerk or something and reject me. I wanted to get on the squad 
in the worst way. I had seen enough of how popular and important the other 
girls were and I wanted desperately to be as highly thought of as they were. 

Needless to say, I was really scared when Lois, the squad leader, took me 
over to meet the boys. I tried not to show it, however and said hello as 
calmly and brightly as possible. 

Mike stuck out his hand first and I shook it, then all the others. He looked 
me up and down and smiled wickedly. "Well, Lois, looks like you have really 
out-done yourself this time," he said, whistling low and long. "I hope you 
gave her a little idea of what to expect." 

Lois laughed and shook her head. "I thought I'd surprise her, But I did tell 
her that the most important thing is that you guys like her. I said she 
should be nice to you." 

Steve laughed happily. "Good old Lois, always taking care of her boys. I'm 
glad you told her that, kid, because we all need someone being nice to us 
now and then, don't we?" 

I was so dumb and so eager to be liked that I didn't even have the slightest 
idea what they were talking about. I just kind of chuckled along with the 
rest of them, hoping that my first impression on them was a good one. 

Mike told Lois that he and the rest would take good care of me and then sent 
her away. "Come on, Darcy," he said, taking my hand. "We like to conduct our 
interviews in private." 

I said I thought that was a good idea and I willingly followed him and the 
rest down the back stairs to the locker rooms in the basement. The locker 
rooms are just off the swimming pool and there is a small storage room 
behind them. Mike had a key for the tiny chamber and after making sure no 
one was around, he opened the door and let us all in, locking it behind us. 

On the way down, Steve and Rick kind of got familiar, if you know what I 
mean. They had been running their fingers lightly over my dress, pressing my 
boobs and fondling my bottom, but I hadn't said anything about it, I just 
figured they were being playful and why start a fuss. 

Once we got into the room, however, everything got serious. The door wasn't 
shut five seconds before Mike had grabbed me from behind, spun me around and 
was running his mouth over mine in a feverish kind of kiss. I squirmed and 
wiggled, trying to push him away and the rest of them were laughing softly 
under their breath. 

"Just wanted to see what kind of kisser you are," Mike said after he let me 
go. "You aren't very good, but you'll learn with practice, it's important 
that you do, you know?" 

I was rubbing my lips with the back of my hand, getting angry at such gall 
on his part. "Who said you could do that," I sputtered, shaking my head. "I 
didn't say you could kiss me, you know!" 

Steve laughed again, his voice a harsh bark. "Listen kid, you want to be a 
member of the team, you got to play by the rules," he explained cruelly. 
"And part of that is making the players feel comfortable." 

"Take off your clothes," hissed Rick, taking a threatening step forward in 
my direction. "I want a look at what we're going to be buying for the rest 
of the year!" 

I stared at them with my eyes wide and my chin dropped. I couldn't believe 
what I had heard. "You must be crazy," I whispered in shock. "I don't have 
to do that for you!" 

Mike sighed as if he had wasted enough time with me as it was. "I can see 
this little bitch is going to need some help," he groaned. He got up and 
walked over to where I was standing, shaking with rage. "I don't mind, one 
of you guys can handle the next one." 

I backed away, a fear starting to churn in my tummy as he approached. I 
suddenly started to get an idea of what they wanted and it scared and 
repelled me. I tried to get past Mike, but he just laughed and caught my 
arm. I spun around, slapping him in the face and he backed off, a little 
surprised. 

I ran to the door, twisting and turning the knob, forgetting that it was 
locked. In a moment the three of them were on me. Mike pinned my arms behind 
my back and hooked one of his big, thick legs around mine to hold me tight, 
It was like fighting a bear, all I could do was struggle helplessly in his 
grasp. 

Swiftly Rick unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the folds of my garment out of 
the waist band of my shirt. I was wearing the sexiest thing I had, a tight, 
blue skirt that barely came to my knees and in a few seconds he had the 
buttons undone and the zipper down on that, too. 

He pulled it free from my body and I squirmed helplessly in Mike's grasp 
while the other three paused to admire my body. My breasts rose and fell 
with my frightened breathing and my pussy throbbed against my tight panty 
hose and panties as I tried in vain to get free of the huge, bulky football 
player. "So far, so good," whistled Rick as he ran his eyes up and down my 
half-naked frame. "But, let's see the rest, huh? I'll take the bra, Steve, 
you get the rest!" 

I screamed as he came near me again and tried to kick at him but Mike 
wrapped one big, massive arm around my neck and ordered me to shut up or 
else. "You wanted to be part of this, bitch," he growled. "Now quit fighting 
it." 

I began to cry, my body quivering in fear and shame as Rick stepped forward 
again and reached behind my back, fumbling with the hooks to my bra. In 
seconds he had it free and it popped loose from my body, revealing my small 
breasts to their eager eyes. 

"Nice tits," Rick whistled in delight. He ran his hand lightly over the tips 
of my nipples and in spite of my fear and embarrassment, they got real hard 
and -red right away. "Ummm, look at that, I think we have a hot one here, 
boys. Those nipples are already turned on!" 

God, I felt as if I would die, but it had just begun. Now Rick came forward 
and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panty hose and panties. He 
leaned forward a bit and quickly kissed the cleft between my tits, much to 
the amusement of the others, then he swiftly tugged on the rest of my 
underclothing, pulling them down to my feet. 

I screamed in terror once again as he exposed me completely and my feet 
lashed out instinctively as he pulled the tangled garments from my toes. Now 
I was completely naked and trapped with all there of them in that tiny room. 

At this point, Mike let me go and I ran to the door, sobbing, huddling 
against it trying to cover up my nakedness as much as possible. "Please, 
please let me out of here," I begged them. I looked from one to the other, 
hardly able to "see for all the tears in my eyes. "Please, please, I want to 
go home!" 

Rick came up to me and pulled my arms away from my body, spinning me around 
in a circle so that the others could inspect every inch of me. "Good ass, 
nice box, great thighs," were some of the comments Mike made. 

"Who's going first, who gets the cherry?" asked Steve, his voice low and 
serious. Now I really was scared. I knew what that meant and I was 
terrified. I started banging on the door again, screaming at the top of my 
lungs. Mark, the silent one so far,, came forward and pinned my arms behind 
my back, whispering softly in my ear as he held me tightly to his sweaty 
body. 

"If I were you, I'd play along," he said in a quiet, calm tone of voice. 
"These guys can be really nasty when they want to. It won't do you any good, 
you have to give in, now." 

Meanwhile, the other three had thrown fingers for me and Mike, of course, 
had won. "Bring her over here," he commanded the others. "Put her down on 
the mats!" 

I moaned and cried out, kicking as the other two each grabbed one of my legs 
and carried me over to the pile of dusty mats that littered the floor at the 
other end of the tiny room. 

Mark held my arms behind me, while both Rick and Steve spread my legs far 
apart. My pussy was wet with sweat and it glistened under the harsh glow of 
the high powered bulb overhead. I fought and struggled, but I was held too 
tightly to do anything else other than bounce and quake against the mats 
beneath me. 

"Ummm, luscious little piece, isn't she?" chuckled Mike as he knelt down and 
ran his huge, thick hand over my body, pressing firmly with his palm from my 
neck to my crotch. "Jesus, guys, this bitch is really hot, she's got a fire 
in her pussy, I swear it!" 

Ohh, Doctor, this wasn't at all like I had wanted it to be. I was sobbing 
wildly, thrashing about on the rough, hard mats, trying desperately to 
escape. I moaned as I felt Mike gripping and kneading my cunt, plucking at 
the sparse tufts of hair that barely covered my pussy. 

I felt his hand exploring my thighs and cunt, pinching the tender lips of my 
pussy with a cruel and nasty grip. I gasped in pain but he didn't seem to 
notice, all he seemed to want to do was get the juice flowing inside of me. 
I turned my head away went he bent down for a kiss, but he took my chin 
between his fingers and ruthlessly brought my head back around. 

"I'm getting a little tired of this cockteasing bullshit, bitch," he hissed, 
his foul, bad breath stinging my nostrils. "Now just settle down and get 
into the swing of things, all right?" 

He pulled my mouth open and covered my lips with his own. His mouth tasted 
as bad as his breath smelled and I almost gagged when he pried my teeth 
apart and jammed his tongue into my mouth, slashing wildly at my own. 

As he was kissing me passionately, his fingers roamed all over my body, 
pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts, fondling my hot, damp mound. I 
wanted to curl up and die on the spot and I felt as if every part of me were 
being degraded. 

He hungrily ran his mouth back and forth across mine, kissing me cruelly, 
his teeth nipping at my lips while his tongue continued to stab at mine. I 
shivered in shame and anger, aching to grab hold of his hair or something. I 
wanted to scratch his eyes out or kick him in the balls but I was completely 
under the control of the other three and they were not about to let me go. 

Mike began to run his fingers up and down along my pussy, turning and 
spreading my cunt lips apart, getting his fingers slippery and wet with the 
lubricant that was now seeping from my aching pit. I sobbed wildly and 
screamed in shock as I felt him jam two of the hard prongs beyond my damp 
entrance. 

God, Doctor, how horrible it was to feel those unwanted digits driving deep 
into my pussy, turning and scratching at my inner walls, exploring me 
without regard to how I felt or what I wanted. 

I sobbed uncontrollably now, still fighting and struggling, but the energy 
swiftly flowing out of me as I realized the doomed position that I was in. I 
didn't want to even think about it, but I knew deep in my heart, that none 
of them were going to be content with merely touching and playing with my 
tits and cunt. 

Slowly Mike buried his fingers in my womb, tapping them against the taut, 
unyielding membrane that was my virginity. I sobbed and pleaded with him as 
he tested the strength of the flesh, a ripple of pain tearing through my 
womb under his attack. 

"Please don't, please," I pleaded with him as I watched him hurriedly 
unzipping his pants. "Ohh, God, don't rape me, don't! I'm a virgin, I'm a 
virgin! Don't, please, please don't!" 

He just laughed at me, Doctor and told me I wouldn't have to be worried 
about that for very much longer. I watched in terror as he pulled his hard, 
thick cock from his pants. It was bigger than anything I could have imagined 
and I could see it throbbing powerfully in his palm, the engorged tip 
seeming to be about to burst. 

"You're gonna love this meat, honey," Mike chuckled as he lifted himself 
over my legs and settled between my thighs. "Just wait until you feel this 
hard prick in you, you're gonna die from loving it, just die!" 

I shut my eyes and cried out in fear and agony as I felt him slither the 
huge, hot tip of his cock up and down between my pussy lips. He grunted and 
used his fingers to spread them wide apart. I moaned and shuddered 
involuntarily, tensing up for the invasion of his cock in my tight, virginal 
pit. 

I was quivering violently when I suddenly felt him thrusting forward, 
pushing the massive, hard head of his shaft beyond my cunt lips. I screamed 
as he entered me, forcing my womb wide apart, the pain stinging and burning 
to the depths of my loins. He was so big I didn't think I could take him in 
me, but he grunted with the effort and after adjusting himself, drove 
forward a bit more, pushing his dick hard against my taut maidenhead. 

I groaned with the rolling pain that kept coming over me. My cunt seemed to 
pulsate wildly around his prick and my muscles were fluttering out of my 
control. I sighed in hope as he pulled back a bit, removing the huge, fat 
shaft from my taut tunnel. 

"Nice and tight, men, just the way we like them," Mike laughed, curling his 
fingers around my small, round ass, digging them hard into my spongy cheeks. 
"Now hold her good, guys, I'm gonna bust her!" 

I started to beg once more, but before I could get two words out, Mike 
thrust himself forward and slammed his cock down into me, tearing through my 
hymen in one swift, vicious stroke, taking my virginity away from me before 
I ever had a chance to plead with him not to. 

I screamed in agony and shuddered violently as his prick buried itself in my 
loins and he lay his full weight down upon me. I felt crushed by his body 
and my cunt burned with pain as his cock throbbed powerfully in my aching 
pussy. I could not see anymore for the tears in my eyes and I could hardly 
believe that this horrible thing was happening to me. 

The other three held me in place, none of them showing the slightest concern 
for my condition or feelings. I felt like nothing more than a piece of meat 
as Mike began to pump his cock in and out of my cunt, twisting and turning, 
grinding his prick hard against my raped womb. 

His hands squeezed my bottom cruelly, the fingers kneading and gripping my 
cheeks so hard that more pain was added to the ache I already was feeling in 
my cunt. His mouth mashed hard against my own, his wet, vile lips hungrily 
kissing mine with a passion that made me gag. 

I still fought him, I had that much left of my will and dignity, but I more 
and more felt as if it was useless to struggle anymore, now that I had lost 
what I had prized so dear. 

Harder and faster he slammed his thick, hot shaft into my womb. I felt the 
hard prong shuddering violently against my pussy walls, and it seemed as if 
the huge shaft were burning white-hot in the depths of my aching pit. 

I cried and sobbed, trying desperately to pull my cunt away from his prick, 
but of course that was impossible. With his fingers clutching my buttocks 
and the other boys holding me tightly, my arms and legs spread wide, there 
was nothing I could do but endure the horrible attack. 

More and more his cock seemed to expand against my taut, damp tunnel. My 
pussy felt as if it were going to be torn apart by the thickness of his 
shaft and the force with which he was fucking me. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah," he sighed, quaking violently within me. "That's good, 
bitch, that's real good! Ahhh, do I ever like this tight pussy! Ummm, boy, 
hot and tight, just the right size!" 

He rammed his prick into me once again and I quaked under the impact of his 
hard, violent thrust. I sensed he was approaching his climax and I prayed 
that this would soon be over. All I wanted to do was get free of them. I 
could think of nothing else, now, but my shame and despair, and the constant 
pain that throbbed in my loins. 

"Ahh, yeah, here I come, baby," Mike groaned, burying his cock to the hilt 
in my pussy, the thick, burning shaft pounding against my inner walls. 
"Ummm, yeah, gonna come so good, baby, gonna come real good!" 

He gasped once more and shuddered violently as the orgasm tore through him. 
I felt a steaming, hot wad of come burst from his shaft and sear my aching 
pussy walls with its creamy fire. Spurt after spurt of the sticky fluid shot 
from his prick and his moans and shudders continued as he bucked and pumped 
the exploding rod in and out of my virginal cave. 

It seemed to go on and on, and I felt as if it would never end. I had never 
been so abused and degraded in my life, and when he finally sighed a final 
breath of pleasure, and withdrew the still quaking shaft from my tortured 
chamber; I rolled away from him and drew myself into a ball, sobbing 
quietly, quivering with pain and humiliation. 

* * * 

Darcy bowed her head and began to cry, and I allowed her to sob in the chair 
for awhile. Her little body was quivering with the sorrow she was 
experiencing, so as gently as possible, I suggested we end our session at 
this point. I asked her to return the following week at the same time, so 
that we might pick up the rest of the story and make some decisions 
afterwards. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Darcy returned the following week, she was not in a better frame of 
mind. She told me she had been thinking about everything all week long, and 
I could tell that she was quite troubled by her thoughts. 

I knew that wasting any more time brooding about it would be bad for her, so 
I suggested that she get right back into her story, without any further 
delay. She sat in the same chair, trying to keep control of herself, her 
voice quaking as she resumed the story. 

Well, Doctor, I wish that I could say that that was all that happened that 
afternoon. I wish I could say they left me alone after that, but of course 
they didn't. And, what is worse, I am afraid what happened next wasn't 
exactly what you might imagine. 

After Mike had finished, and I was still lying on the mats, a trickle of 
blood seeping from my aching womb, my arms wrapped around my body as I 
cried, I was praying that it was over. But, of course, I was wrong. Things 
were just beginning. 

Rick crawled over to me and turned me over on my back. He smiled down at me 
and ran his hands over my boobs, squeezing and fondling them. "Ahh, watching 
Mike has gotten me a little horny, baby," he said, chuckling wickedly. "Now 
I think I'm gonna have to do something about that!" 

I couldn't believe that anyone would be so callous and cruel to want to use 
me after what # I had just been through. It shocked and hurt me to see his 
head bending down to mine, his lips caressing my own with greedy wanting. 

I wanted to fight, but all my will and strength were gone now, and I 
couldn't gather up a bit of energy at all. I just lay there quivering, 
feeling his hungry mouth moving back and forth across my own. I hated him 
and myself for allowing this shame and hurt to go on, but there was no way 
to stop any of them any longer. 

I felt his hand riding over my pussy, gripping and squeezing my damaged box, 
the fingers playing excitedly with my swollen cunt petals. I sobbed a bit, 
pleading with him in a weak voice not to hurt me anymore, but I doubt he 
even heard me. 

He must have been a lot more experienced with girls, or at least had done 
some reading, for his touch was much gentler than Mike's and it did not hurt 
my aching pussy as much as the other boy's hands had. Lovingly he rode his 
fingers up and down along the cleft between my still moist petals, and to my 
surprise, my weak and battered body began to respond. 

Here's where the horrible part comes in, Doctor. Here's where I started to 
feel like absolute shit. As his fingers danced and played about my pussy, 
lightly teasing and caressing my genitals, I began to feel a kind of liquid 
warmth in my loins that I knew was passion. It was a more intense and 
vibrating sensation than what I had felt during masturbation. As he took his 
free hand and returned it to my breasts, I felt them tingling in 
anticipation, and to my horror, I began to realize that, as much as I 
shouldn't, and didn't want to, I was enjoying it. 

Ohh, God, I wish I could have died right then! I started to sway and shiver 
against the mats, groans of pleasure- escaping my lips. My mouth was dry 
with the aching sensations that I was feeling in my loins, and my pussy was 
starting to grow warm and wet despite the pain that still throbbed within me 
from the cruel rape of just moments before. 

"I knew you'd get off on this, baby," laughed Rick in a thick, tight voice, 
his own passion beginning to grow feverishly. "Just you wait, you're going 
to be screaming in pleasure in just a little while, baby! You see, old Rick 
knows how to take care of a girl!" 

That must have been true because I was no longer just accepting his caresses 
and attentions, I was responding to them willingly with my body. Though my 
mind screamed at me with disgust to do something, I could not seem to ignore 
the powerful urges that were building in my flesh. 

I quivered violently as his hand cupped my hot, aching hillock and he 
slithered a single finger into my tight, wet pit. My cunt seemed to quake 
with passion and I thrust my pussy up against the probing digit, driving it 
further into my battered chamber. 

He laughed happily, turning and flicking the invading prong until he had 
buried it deep inside of me and was lazily scratching at my inner walls. 
God, the waves of pure delight that seemed to roll through my womb. He 
pressed his narrow, soft thumb down on my clit and it burst to life under 
his touch, tingling against the gently rubbing knob. 

His other hand kneaded and gripped my tits, squeezing them gently, rubbing 
his fingers around my nipples until they were a rosy pink and as hard as two 
tiny pebbles. 

"Yes," I found myself gasping wildly, thrusting my cunt and chest against 
his hands, urgently. "Yes, yes! Ohhh, God damn you, it's so good! Please, 
stop, ohhh, please don't make me feel this good! Stop, ohhh, God, stop, it's 
too nice, too nice!" 

Of course, Rick had no intention of stopping. He caught my nipple and my 
clit between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled the two, tender nuggets 
back and forth until twin sensations of stinging pleasure were attacking my 
flesh and I was breathing rapidly with passion, quivering and sighing as the 
delights raced through me. 

He pumped his finger in and out of my cunt with rhythmic strokes that seemed 
to carry me higher and higher into ecstasy. I had never felt this good 
before. All the times I had played with myself meant nothing compared to 
what I was experiencing now. I shuddered and screamed softly, the sobs of 
pleasure no longer disguised as the boy continued to play with my aching 
pit. 

From the corner of my eye, I could see Steve watching us intently, his hands 
clutched at his groin, kneading the thick bulge in the front of his pants. 
Something in my glance must have given him an idea, for he quickly unzipped 
his trousers and withdrew his thick, long shaft. 

He made his way over to me and knelt beside me, his cock dangling in the 
air. He said nothing, but merely smiled and reached down, taking my wrist. I 
did not fight him, but allowed him to press the hot, throbbing prick into my 
fist. I gasped as I felt the fevered blood pounding in his rod, making the 
massive prong quake violently against my fingers. I began to knead and 
caress the huge member, thrilling now, to the powerful force that roared 
through the shaft. 

I was beside myself now and could no longer control my actions. I am ashamed 
to say that I frantically reached out and fumbled with the zipper to Rick's 
shorts, eager to have his prick in my other hand. In moments I wiggled the 
tight garment free and was now firmly gripping two pounding cocks at the 
same time. 

Both of the boys shivered in spasms of delight as I squeezed and massaged 
their tools. I pinched the thick, engorged heads of their shafts between my 
thumbs and forefingers and they almost leaped away with me in delight. 

How could I enjoy this, Doctor, how could I? I didn't care anymore about 
having been raped. All I wanted was the experience of their pricks and 
whatever they intended to do with them. I groaned as Rick resumed his 
assault on my pussy, and my boobs quivered pleasingly when Steve bent down 
and pressed his thin, soft lips to them. 

I found myself experimenting with rhythmic pumping actions on their cocks. 
Up and down I drove my hands against their warm, throbbing flesh. I loved 
the way each stroke I took seemed to drive them crazy with delight, and my 
heart seemed to warm up and get cosy when I thought about making them feel 
this good. 

Rick powered his fingers back and forth against my aching pussy walls, 
turning and driving them as deeply as possible into my steaming tunnel. My 
cunt still hurt a bit from Mike's cruel assault, but more and more, the 
pleasure was replacing the pain and I could not deny my lust any longer. 

I gripped their cocks tightly in my hands, twisting and turning them, 
tugging on them hard. The two boys were moaning loudly now, both of them 
shuddering involuntarily with the tremors and spasms of lust they were 
experiencing. 

Steve kissed and lathered my tits with his lips and tongue, jabbing the 
pleasing spear between my boobs in a teasing fashion. I felt the delicious 
tingle and warmth of his mouth caress and I moaned softly, rocking and 
swaying under their attack. 

When Steve caught my nipple between his teeth and began to suck greedily on 
my quivering mounds, I felt a fiery need in my loins and I hungrily drew his 
cock toward my mouth without even thinking about it. 

He was quite surprised, of course, and he shuddered spasmodically as I 
pursed my lips and tenderly kissed the thick, hot tip of his mighty tool. He 
gasped with pleasure and thrust his cock against my teeth, moaning and 
sighing under my loving kisses. 

"Ohh, Jesus, baby, yeah," he sighed, quivering as I ran my tongue around the 
rim of his helmet. "Ohh, wow, yeah, work on it baby, work on it! Do my cock, 
you sweet bitch, do it good!" 

I am ashamed to say that by then, I needed little encouragement to continue. 
I licked and lathered his flesh with my tongue, slithering it around and 
over every inch of the quaking shaft. He rocked and bucked uncontrollably, 
his prick crashing against my lips again and again under his violent spasms 
of lust. 

As I worked my way down along his shaft, nibbling with my teeth, kissing the 
fevered prong lovingly, I felt Rick moaning and quaking as I continued to 
pump my hand up and down on his hot, pounding manhood. 

"Ahh, I gotta put it in you now, baby," he groaned in a thick, tight voice. 
"I can't wait any longer, I just can't wait! You're so hot and wet, honey, I 
know it's gonna be good, I just know it!" 

Excitedly I pushed him toward my thighs. I quickly ran my mouth down to the 
root of Steve's cock and slithered my lips over his hot, trembling ball bag. 
The hard sack was damp with sweat and passion and as I opened my mouth and 
sucked the taut container between my teeth, I felt him quaking so violently 
that I thought he might go out of control. 

I'm sure neither of them expected so much passion on my part, they seemed a 
little confused by it in fact. But I didn't care about that. I was sucking 
on a marvelous pair of balls, now, and a huge, hot cock was going to be 
inside me soon, and that was all that mattered. 

Quickly, Rick slithered between my thighs, pulling his cock from my greedy 
grasp. He guided it to the damp, fluttering petals of my pussy lips and I 
moaned in pleasure as I felt the huge, throbbing head riding up and down 
between them. 

I bucked forward involuntarily, driving the engorged head beyond my aching 
entrance. This time the invasion sent shivers of delight, rather than pain, 
through my loins and I could not help myself from trying to gather more of 
the hot, pounding tool into my aching tunnel. 

I sucked hungrily on Steve's balls. I slapped them back and forth against my 
cheeks with my tongue and chewed on his hairy bag with my teeth. He quivered 
and sighed with overwhelming pleasure, his hard, burning nuts throbbing 
passionately in my mouth. 

"Ooo, suck them, baby, suck my balls," he groaned, bucking his groin against 
my eager mouth. "Suck them hard, baby, yeah, suck them hard!" 

As I hummed a tune against his flesh, sending pleasing vibrations through 
his tortured stones, Rick was turning and twisting his cock inside of me, 
slowly forcing it to the depths of my tight, willing cave. 

I could take little more of this pleasure and I pulled my mouth from Steve's 
balls and thrashed under Rick's pleasing invasion. "Fuck me, fuck me," I 
gasped, thrusting my cunt hard against the plunging tool. "Ummm, yes, yes, 
fuck me hard! I need it, fuck me hard!" 

God, Doctor, I was disgusting. I drove my pussy up against his groin and 
thrilled to the feeling of his cock burying itself to the hilt in my aching 
cave. I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me so hard I couldn't stand 
it, and I was equally as willing to suck Steve's cock at the same time. 

I quickly ran my lips back up along his pounding shaft, nibbling and kissing 
as I went along, not bothering to wait for him to ask me to do anything. I 
made an oval with my lips and gently sucked the huge, thick head of his 
prick between my petals and locked my teeth around the rim of his shaft. 

He cried out in delight, shivering spasmodically as I lathered the hot tip 
of his prong with my tongue and sucked lovingly on the trapped helmet. I 
could feel his prick throbbing wildly in my mouth and I relaxed my throat 
muscles in anticipation of his shaft. 

Greedily, he drove forward, slithering the huge, hot prong into my tight, 
warm tunnel. I tried as hard as I could to accept the thick member into my 
throat. I loved how it felt disappearing down my canal, throbbing violently, 
the warm flesh beating against my taut interior. 

Rick, too, was feeling the overwhelming desires churning in his loins and he 
clutched my ass tightly in his fingers and ground his belly hard against my 
own, rocking and swaying his manhood deliciously inside of me. 

Now all three of us were caught up in the passion and lust we were feeling. 
I sucked the rest of Steve's cock into my mouth and bore down on the shaft 
as it slithered to the depths of my throat. 

Hungrily I began to pump the rod in and out of my mouth, my fingers kneading 
and caressing his balls, as I bobbed my head back and forth against the 
marvelous prong that was invading my oral cavity. 

Rick now began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy with a slow, rhythmic 
force. It was such a wonderful sensation. I squirmed and quaked beneath the 
driving tool, all the while sucking and blowing on the other prick that was 
riding in and out of my mouth. 

The sensations I was experiencing swirled and danced against my flesh with a 
more pleasing force and delight than I have ever known. I had both boys 
almost sobbing with pleasure as they worked on my flesh, pumping their cocks 
hard against my mouth and pussy. 

Faster and harder the two lovely spears rammed into me. I could think of 
nothing now but the violent, urgent wanting I was having and the thrill of 
their manhood attacking my willing flesh. 

I bore down on Steve's cock, tugging my head from side to side, sucking and 
licking every marvelous inch of his cock. I dragged my teeth along the 
burning flesh, making him almost scream with pleasure. 

Rick continued to drive his cock harder and faster along my pussy walls, 
turning and twisting the plunging tool as he went along, making me gasp and 
shudder with each marvelous, delicious stroke of his mighty spear. 

All three of us were caught in the aching throes of pleasure now, and crying 
out in delight. The room was thick with a steaming funk from our lust and 
echoing with our sounds and cries. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I chanted, bucking my pussy up to meet his 
plunging spear. "Oooo, it's so good, so nice and good! Harder, Rick, fuck me 
harder and harder and harder!" 

"Ohh, baby, you're good," Rick sighed, shivering and grinding his dick 
inside of me. "So very good, so fucking good! Ohh, baby, yeah, yeah!" 

Steve's cock shuddered in my mouth and throat as he gasped and moaned his 
pleasure and delight. "Suck it, honey, suck my cock so nice," he groaned, 
thrusting the huge prong deep into my taut throat. "Yeah, baby, suck it 
good! You suck so fucking good, honey, so damn good!" 

All of us seemed to be growing tighter and tighter, as if someone was 
wrapping a thick, hard cord around our bodies. I felt my pussy grow tense in 
anticipation and I screamed my pleasure as my orgasm came closer to its 
explosion. 

Rick's cock was throbbing wildly in my cunt and from the way he was gasping 
and quaking against my body, I could tell that he was nearer a wild climax 
himself. He drove deep into my pussy and shivered violently as a sudden, 
powerful eruption went off in the depths of his loins. 

"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming right now," he cried in a strangled voice, the 
hot come spurting from his rod and searing my inner walls. "Ummm, yeah, 
uh-huh! Coming good, baby, coming in you now, real good!" 

The force and power of his orgasm, mingled with the teasing sensation of his 
come spurting violently inside of me, made me ache and shudder and feel my 
own needs reach a feverish pitch. I screamed softly against Steve's fiery 
flesh as the orgasm tore through my loins and my own come burst and swirled 
around Rick's sticky fluid. 

"Ohhh, God, ohhh, God," I sobbed, my voice muffled by the huge cock 
assaulting my mouth. "I'm coming so nice! Oooo, it's wonderful, wonderful, 
wonderful!" 

I shuddered uncontrollably, screaming and crying, the tears pouring down my 
face as my climax rippled through my aching loins. Again and again the 
spasms of pleasure raced through me and I bore down on Steve's cock, 
determined to bring him off as soon as possible. 

Rick and I continued to shiver and thrash on the mats as I sucked harder on 
the thick prong that was riding furiously in and out of my mouth. I moaned 
and quaked and lathered the shaft, feeling the prong vibrating ever harder 
against my throat walls. 

The boy groaned in a low, harsh tone and a violent spasm tore through him as 
his boiling come suddenly spurt from his prick and I desperately gulped and 
swallowed the thick, creamy fluid. 

The three of us thrashed about the mats so violently that it was a wonder we 
didn't hurt each other. The orgasms went on and on, until I thought I would 
die from so much overpowering pleasure. Finally Rick rolled away from me and 
Steve pulled his cock from my mouth, and the three of us just lay there, 
moaning and sobbing with the final tremors of lust that tingled in our 
loins. You know what I'm going to tell you next, don't you, Doctor? After 
that, they didn't have to ask me anymore. They didn't have to command me, I 
did anything they wanted. Ohh, God, Doctor. I have fucked and sucked over 
fifty boys since then! I can't seem to stop, I can't! Please, please help 
me, Doctor! Tell me what's wrong with me, please! Tell me, tell me, tell me! 

CONCLUSION 

At this point the girl broke down again. I gave her something to calm her 
nerves and when she recovered enough to listen to me, I tried to explain her 
feelings and actions to her. 

It was obvious that her desperate need to be loved and cared for drove her 
to accept these cruel attacks on her. She was so lonely that she would do 
anything for affection and that is why she responded to the boys. 

I told her that given time, she could come to realize that she had more to 
offer than a willing body. As she got older, men would see her differently, 
I explained, and the best thing she could do right now was avoid any more 
contact with the people at school than was needed. I assured her that she 
was quite healthy and really did not have to be worried or ashamed about 
herself at all. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Marcia S. AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

So often girls do not realize their own feelings and responses to events. 
There are many, many cases of rape that are not even understood as such to 
many young girls. Sometimes they can be raped and not even feel anger about 
it. Only guilt. Marcia S. is a case in point. 

The first time she came to see me, I was surprised at her manner. She was 
cool, calm and seemingly in control of every aspect of her life. She wore a 
smart, trim, flight suit that clung to her attractive figure in an enticing 
fashion. She was a tall, leggy girl and moved with a very graceful manner. 
At first glance, one would never know how deeply troubled she was. 

She sat on my couch, relaxed and comfortable, betraying no concern or worry 
about talking to me. When she spoke, she never once lost her composure or 
calm, however much I could tell that what she was saying to me was hurting 
her quite badly. 

* * * 

I feel rather strange in talking to you, Doctor, I want to admit that. You 
see, I have always prided myself on being in control of my life. My father 
died when I was quite young and my mother had to work to support us. I 
missed having the constant attention of parents, but I did feel warmth and 
love from my mother, so it's not as if I had an empty childhood. 

I grew up independent, having to take care of myself, and I like it that 
way. I never thought I would end up the slave of some man I don't even like. 
It is confusing and worrying me to no end and that is why I am here. I want 
to put an end to all of this before I get more screwed up than I already am. 

As I said, I grew up on my own and glad of it. I liked taking care of 
myself. I enjoyed cooking what I wanted to eat and having to be aware of my 
own needs. I never had the slightest doubt that I would go to college and 
become a career woman. From the first day at school I could tell that making 
my own living was what I wanted to do. I saw my mother, and though she was 
lonely, she was full of respect for herself. Next to her, the married, 
housewife friends of hers seemed more fucked up and miserable than my mom 
ever was, and they had men! 

I won't say I didn't like men. Even in school I was attracted to boys, 
though I had little time for dates with all my studying. However, when I 
went out, I was always having to fight off their greedy, little hands, and 
that's probably why I didn't go out very often. I didn't like them pawing at 
me at all. I would just as soon stay home and masturbate. 

Yes, I learned about sex at an early age. My mother had a number of casual 
affairs and she taught me that sex was healthy and important. She made sure 
I knew as much as possible as I was growing up. She didn't want me to get 
the wrong ideas about it, or find myself in some trouble I couldn't get out 
of. 

By the time I got to college, I was still a virgin, but I wasn't dumb 
concerning sex. I was sure that when the moment was right, I would be ready. 
I had done almost everything else by then. I had experimented with a number 
of boys. I had petted and kissed and even achieved an orgasm once or twice 
at then-hands. Once I even brought a boy off with my fingers and it hadn't 
repulsed me, though it did seem a rather messy way of going about things. 

When I got to college, though, I made the decision that I wasn't going to 
make-out anymore. It was too frustrating for both myself and whoever I was 
with and I didn't want the hassle of anybody pressuring me to have sex. I 
felt that I would just stay away from men until I found someone I could feel 
comfortable enough to go to bed with. 

That worked out just fine all last semester. I was so busy getting involved 
in my work and all the marvelous new and different aspects of college life, 
that I hardly had time for outside activities at all. It was near mid-term 
before I even went out with anyone. 

His name was Brent and he wasn't exactly my idea of an ideal man. He didn't 
look bad and certainly wasn't mean or petty, but he had some weird idea 
about school and life that I just couldn't buy. 

He was quite rich and had been driving his own car since he was about 
sixteen. At the moment he had a beautiful sports car that his family had 
given him as a going away present. I was amazed that he had bothered coming 
to a small town college like we were attending and I often asked him why he 
was here. 

He told me that he didn't want to have to work too hard in school. "I'm here 
for fun," he would explain. "There will be plenty of time after I graduate 
for work. Once I get done, my old man is going to put me in the business and 
work my ass off, I know!" 

It kind of made me mad to see someone so lucky that they didn't have to 
worry about their grades, and I guess that's why I wonder why I got involved 
with him at all. We are so un-alike that it seems crazy that we'd even go 
out once, much less a number of times before the bad thing happened. 

I only went out with him, honestly, because he had many interesting friends 
and contacts in the business world. I did not ever think of him as a lover 
and since he never made a pass at me until that night, I think it never 
crossed my mind that he would want to sleep with me. 

But this one evening, just before finals last semester, all that changed. It 
was snowing, I remember and very cold. We went to a movie about thirty miles 
away in the city and were on our way home, trying to see through the 
blizzard that had began while we were in the theater. 

Neither of us were worried, however, for there were plenty of motels we 
could stop at along the way if it got too bad. It's strange, because however 
romantic the situation was, I didn't feel any of that at all. In fact, even 
the idea of spending the night with him at a motel didn't titillate me, I 
assumed we would get separate rooms. 

Well, the snow got worse and worse and finally Brent pulled the car off to 
the side of the road when it would be safe. He let the engine idle, 
explaining that we would wait awhile to see if things cleared up. 

He had a tape deck and plenty of tapes and the music would be nice, he said. 
He also had some marijuana and a small bottle of wine in the glove 
compartment. I had only just started trying grass and it had a powerful 
effect on me. He had gotten high before the movie, but I couldn't do that, I 
wouldn't have been able to understand it if I had. 

I had no idea, of course, that he had anything on his mind but getting a 
little stoned and listening to music while we waited for the snow to settle 
down. I agreed to the idea and quickly began to share the cigarette he 
offered me. We passed the acrid smoke back and forth until it was done, then 
settled back in our seats, letting the soothing, pleasing affects of the 
weed ripple through our systems. 

He handed the bottle of wine back and forth and listened to the rather soft 
and mellow music fill the car with its comforting sounds. 

If I am painting a sensual picture of the scene, I don't mean to. I still 
thought only of the time we would have to wait and so it surprised me when 
he edged nearer to me, his hand scraping slightly along my thigh. 

I was wearing a matching blouse and skirt, the bottom part of which had kind 
of ridden up my leg and exposed my thigh at mid-point. I wasn't paying all 
that much attention to his fingers. His touch was light and not insistent 
and the sensation of his digits riding gently back and forth through my 
panty hose was pleasing, I will admit. 

"You know, I've always been turned on by you, Marcia," Brent said in a quiet 
voice, not bothering to hide his emotion. His hand now curled around my 
thigh and began to knead and massage it insistently. "I have always felt you 
were my kind of woman, you know? I mean, I can tell you'd be very good in 
bed if you'd only loosen up a bit." 

At this point, Doctor, I began to get alarmed. My lower body felt too loose 
and warm for my comfort and his voice was no longer light and 
conversational. Absently, yet firmly, I brushed his hand away from my thigh 
and straightened up in my seat. 

"I think we ought to try going on," I said in a firm, even tone of voice, 
staring determinedly into his eyes. "You and I both know what all this can 
lead to, and we don't want that, do we?" 

I thought, foolishly, that that would do it. I was totally taken by surprise 
when, instead of doing as I suggested, he moved even closer toward me, 
pinning me against the door and the seat. 

I could smell his after-shave and a faint trace of the wine he had drunk and 
I tried to turn my head away from his seeking lips. I felt them slithering 
across my cheek greedily searching for mine and I put my hands on his chest, 
trying to push him away. 

"Come on, now, Brent," I said in a tight voice, shoving and pushing at him 
as he leaned into me. "Don't start something we are both going to feel bad 
about later. We've had a nice time up until now, don't spoil it!" 

He just laughed and then I gasped in shock as I felt his hand clasp my 
breasts, his fingers frantically kneading and massaging my small mounds. 
"Fuck you, bitch," he hissed, mashing his mouth against mine in a wet, 
sloppy kiss. "I've been cockteased by you long enough! This time we're going 
to accomplish something!" 

I still wasn't scared at that point, just annoyed that he would have the 
nerve to say and do these things to me. I bit his working lip with my teeth 
hard enough to draw blood and he yelped in pain and leaped back from me a 
bit. 

"Now stop it," I said harshly. He was holding his fingers to his slightly 
bleeding lips, looking at me in amazement. "I can defend myself if I have 
to," I added grimly, hoping that he would be warned off. 

"Why you little cunt," he growled. His hand shot out and he slapped me so 
hard across the cheek that my head slammed back into the window and I saw 
stars for a few seconds. "You're going to pay for this shit, whore!" 

I blinked my eyes to clear them, struggling to get my breath and wits about 
me. Once again he slapped me viciously and through the pain I felt, I 
suddenly began to get very frightened. 

His mouth was over mine once more and I began to punch and squirm under the 
weight of his body as he crushed himself against me. I felt his tongue 
jabbing insistently at my tightly clenched teeth, then suddenly, he yanked 
my jaw open with his hand and drove his tongue into my mouth. The sensation 
was horrible as he slashed at my own tongue with his and I felt like gagging 
under his attack. 

His fingers were all over me, pulling on the buttons to my blouse, 
slithering up along my inner thighs. I clasped my legs tightly together and 
pushed at his other hand with my own. He took hold of my wrist and twisted 
it painfully until I cried out in pain. 

"Please stop, Brent, please don't do this anymore," I begged, the feeling of 
worry and fear creeping through my belly and loins. "I... I'll forget all 
about it, honest I will. Don't do any more, Brent, please, please, don't!" 

I was pleading passionately now, no longer trying to cow him. I just wanted 
him to stop and anyway I could accomplish that was fine with me. But he had 
no intention of stopping now. 

He pinched the soft, spongy flesh of my inner thigh cruelly in his fingers 
and I screamed with the pain, my legs jerking open and shut spasmodically. 
His other hand now returned to my blouse and he was tearing the buttons 
loose, now, not caring whether he ripped the garment or not. 

I heard one, then another button fly loose and hit the front window and then 
he was pulling the folds of my blouse free from my skirt and spreading them 
apart. My breasts were rising and falling rapidly now, from fear and worry, 
and I could just see his greedy eyes feasting upon the small globes. 

Cruelly he hooked his fingers into the front of my halter and ripped it down 
from my tits. I screamed as the metal hooks that held the bra shut tore 
across the flesh of my back before they parted. He tugged and pulled until 
he was able to tear the flimsy halter completely from my body and expose my 
quivering boobs. 

I tried to cover myself up with my hands but he brushed them away in 
contempt and quickly clasped one hand over a trembling mound. 

"Stop, stop it," I groaned, feeling guilty and ashamed at this ruthless 
assault on me. I started crying, hitting at him with my fists, kicking and 
squirming with my legs. "God, don't do this Brent! Don't make me get you 
into trouble!" 

"You're the one that's in trouble, bitch," he laughed in response. "If you 
don't get into this, I don't care, because I'm having you whether you like 
it or not!" 

Now I was really scared. I doubled my efforts against him but it seemed to 
have little affect. His grasping fingers kneaded and massaged my breasts, 
his thumbs pinching my nipples, rolling them back and forth until they were 
as hard and erect as two small stones. 

I clawed at him with my fingernails but it seemed to do no good. He just 
laughed off my meager actions and went right on with what he wanted to do. 
My boobs ached with his violent attack on them and my pussy tingled with 
fear as I felt his hand diving between my thighs, forcing them apart. 

I just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. I bit his 
lip again, then I felt his fingers tightening around my throat, choking off 
my air, making me gasp urgently. 

"Now you listen to me, bitch," he hissed in a nasty, almost crazy tone of 
voice. "If I have to, I will knock you out to fuck you, do you want that? I 
don't think so. I'd rather have you awake, but I'm going to have you, 
understand? I'm going to fucking have you, cunt!" 

I was terrified. I couldn't get any air and I struggled and moaned in fear 
until he released his grip and returned his hand to my tits. His other hand 
was now pressing and rubbing against my cunt mound. He pushed and kneaded my 
aching hillock, his fingers jamming hard against my pussy lips, forcing them 
to part unwillingly against the stiff prongs and the material of my 
underwear. 

I screamed loudly as he gathered up the spongy fabric of my panty hose and 
began to tug viciously at the garment, trying to rip it from my loins as he 
had my bra from my breasts. 

I was helpless against him. He was stronger than I had ever realized and 
totally caught up in what he was after. I sobbed as I heard my panty hose 
rip into shreds and felt the tattered remains fall against my knees. Now he 
hooked his fingers into the crotch of my panties, and though I locked my 
thighs tightly together, he easily tore them free from my flesh and threw 
them aside in disgust. 

Now my body was naked and defenseless under his greedy hands and eager 
mouth. His lips ran over mine, kissing and sucking passionately, his tongue 
slashing at my teeth. He drove his hand between my thighs once again and dug 
his fingers deep into my flesh, making me scream loudly and unwillingly part 
them for his pleasure. 

Cruelly he began to pinch and knead my damp, trembling cunt lips. My pussy 
was wet, now, with a juice that came from fear rather than passion, but he 
did not care. All that mattered to him was that I was moist enough for his 
purpose and in moments those ugly, offensive fingers were slithering up and 
down between my cunt petals, spreading them apart, tugging and pinching them 
greedily. 

Oh, Doctor, if I had only known what he would do, if I had only known! I was 
not prepared for any of this! I thought rape only happened in dark alleys or 
abandoned buildings. I never suspected that someone I knew would attack me. 

All I could do now was try my best to keep him away from me. His hands were 
all over my flesh, now, squeezing and caressing my hot, slippery cunt, 
cupping and fondling my aching tits. He pinched my nipples until they stung 
with pain and crushed my poor boobs in his hands. 

After a few seconds he took hold of my wrist and rudely pulled my hand down 
to his pants. I felt him pressing my palm against the hard, throbbing bulge 
in the front of his trousers and I was repelled by a cock for the first time 
in my life. 

"Take it, you cunt," he gasped, angry and full of desire. "God damn you, 
bitch, take it now! I want you to play with my prick, baby, play with it 
until it's ready for your cunt! Come on, bitch, before I beat the shit out 
of you!" 

I stifled a sob, my mind reeling and my body shuddering violently. I groaned 
and fumbled with his zipper, hoping that if I played along, I might yet be 
able to save my virginity. 

Hungrily he spread my cunt lips apart and jammed two fingers inside of me. 
What a horrible sensation, Doctor! To have your body so ruthlessly invaded 
without any thought or care given to how you might feel. I cried out more in 
despair than pain at that point, as he twisted and turned the thick, 
unwanted prongs inside of me. I feel him scratching viciously at my taut 
inner walls, tapping the tips of the spears at my thin maidenhead. 

Now I pulled his zipper free and reached into his pants, frantic to get his 
cock. I felt if I masturbated him quickly enough, he might have his orgasm 
before he could attempt to penetrate my virgin pit. I wrapped my fingers 
around his shaft and quickly drew it from his trousers. 

It lay in my hand, hot and throbbing, the steaming blood pounding through it 
with a violent fury. I could tell he was completely aroused and that was 
what I had hoped for. I can not say it was completely unpleasing to feel the 
huge shaft pulsating in my fist. I have always like the sensation of a 
throbbing cock in my hand and even then a part of me was enjoying itself a 
bit. 

But all that was to come later. At that moment my only thought was getting 
him to climax rapidly before more damage and shame could be done to me. I 
squeezed and massaged his tool, pumping my hand up and down on the rod, 
twisting and turning his hot, trembling flesh as I went along. He groaned in 
a tight voice and quivered under my riding fingers, but it did not help to 
stem the violence of his attack on me. 

He pumped his finger in and out of my cunt so rapidly that I was driven 
against the back of the seat with every stroke and I feared that he would 
rip through my hymen at any moment. I sobbed as the pain of his assault tore 
through my loins and my pussy hurt from just the finger-fucking alone. 

"Ohh, God, Brent, let's stop," I cried, squeezing my fingers tightly around 
his cock, yanking it viciously from side to side. "Please, please let's 
stop! I'm... I'm still a virgin! Don't rape me, Brent, please, please don't 
take that away from me, I beg you!" 

God, he laughed cruelly, digging his fingers into my pussy, pounding them at 
my maidenhead, while his free hand squeezed and crushed my aching tits. 

He was obviously enjoying my fear and torment, for he whispered in my ear, 
biting my lobe with a wicked and cruel snap of his teeth. "Gonna fuck you 
hard, baby," he said, hissing passionately. "Gonna really, really fuck you 
good, bitch! Yeah, you're so hot and tight, I am really gonna enjoy it!" 

Now I pumped my fingers up and down on his cock as hard and as fast as I 
could. I pinched the hard, hot head of his prick between my thumb and 
forefinger and dug my nails into his flesh making him moan and quiver in 
pain and pleasure. 

Again and again my gripping fingers tried to bring him to orgasm. I was 
desperate to make him come, and I prayed that the violent, throbbing power 
that I felt pulsating in his shaft was an indication that he was about to 
arrive at his orgasm. 

But, he knew very well what I was up to. He drove his knee between my thighs 
and spread them wide apart. I sobbed and shuddered, resuming my punching at 
him, letting go of his cock, realizing that I wasn't going to be able to 
bring him off in time. 

"Now you see, huh, bitch, now you see," he chuckled happily, pushing and 
pulling my aching thighs apart. "Now you see what I'm going to do! You can't 
stop it, bitch, you can't stop me at all! I'm gonna bust that cherry of 
yours wide open!" 

He leaped between my legs, spreading his meaty thighs against my own, baring 
my defenceless cunt to his eager cock. I tried to reach down and grab the 
horrible tool, but he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and drew 
his prick toward my pussy with the other. 

I sobbed and shook my head from side to side, screaming at the top of my 
lungs as I felt the hot, quaking tool slithering across my inner thigh, 
nearing my virginal chamber. Suddenly I felt the tip of his shaft pressing 
against my cunt lips and I pulled back as far as I could, my last attempt at 
saving my chastity. 

It was as if I were not fighting him at all, Doctor. He merely bucked 
forward, driving the head of his shaft beyond my wet, trembling entrance and 
penetrating the taut interior beyond. 

My cunt recoiled under his attack. I moaned in despair as he laughed wildly 
and squirmed from left to right, driving a bit more of the rod into me. His 
hips rode along my thighs, his heavy leather belt scraping against my flesh 
with a vicious bite. I gasped as he twisted and turned, burying his cock 
inside of me, the huge, hard head tapping against my taut hymen. 

Once more I sobbed and begged him to stop. His cock seemed to spread my 
pussy as far as it could go and the way it throbbed so powerfully in my cunt 
made me tremble with fear and horror at what he was about to do to me. 

"Please, one last time, please don't," I wailed, my head rocking from side 
to side, the tears streaming from my eyes. "For God's sake, Brent, don't, 
please don't rape me!" 

He laughed one last time then pulled his cock halfway out of me and paused 
for a single moment to adjust himself. I sobbed and gasped as he suddenly 
thrust forward, slamming his prick hard against my maidenhead. The thin 
membrane remained intact and unyielding for a few seconds. The pain was so 
intense I felt I might black out, then he pulled back once more. 

I heard him breathing heavily with his effort, cursing me under his breath. 
He pinned my wrists up over my head and dropped his mouth to my breasts. His 
lips curled around one of my nipples and he locked his teeth on the tiny 
pebble, sucking wildly and lathering it with his tongue. 

His prick seemed to be growing and growing and when he drove forward again, 
there was nothing I could do but endure the plunging shaft as it tore 
through my hymen with a vicious power and force. 

I screamed as he ripped through the minute wall of flesh, taking my 
maidenhood from me, grinding and twisting until the cruel, unwanted tool was 
buried to the hilt in my poor, battered womb. 

He groaned in satisfaction, shuddering deep inside of me, his cock quaking 
against my hot inner walls. "Ummm, good pussy, good fucking pussy," he 
sighed contentedly, rocking a bit from side to side within me. "Love fucking 
good pussy, just love it! You asked for this baby, boy have you ever asked 
for this! Now you're gonna get it! Now, you're gonna get the hard fucking 
you deserve!" 

Viciously he began to pump the thick, pounding shaft in and out of my cunt. 
My naked buttocks were rubbing hard against the seat, the cool leather 
scraping across my bottom painfully as his hard, urgent thrusts rocked and 
mashed me against the hard seat. He was breathing rapidly, in loud, short 
gasps, driving his cock harder and faster into the depths of my helpless 
vagina. 

He cared nothing for me now. I was just a wet, warm hole for him to relieve 
himself in. Again and again he slammed the thick, hard cock into me and I 
could only cry and moan, now, my head turned away as he drove toward his 
orgasm, blind to my shame and humiliation. 

All I could do was pray that it would all be over quickly. He slammed into 
me once again and I felt him shiver uncontrollably as he buried his cock in 
my cunt and a steaming, thick river of come shot from the head of his shaft 
and burned my aching womb with its creamy fire. 

"Ahhh, yeah, yeah," he gasped, laughing and sighing at the same time, 
grinding his cock hard inside of me. "I'm coming, bitch, coming in your 
cherry pit real good! How do you like it, whore, how do you like it, now! 
I'm coming in you, you little cockteaser, coming in you good!" 

I don't remember how long his orgasm lasted, but it seemed like a long, long 
time, before he pulled his cock out of me. He wiped the final traces of come 
on my thigh then sat back in his seat and tidied himself up. 

"The snow's stopped," he commented off-handedly. "I guess we'll head back. 
All you gotta remember, bitch, is that nobody will believe you if you tell 
them I raped you. It will only be your word against mine. From now on, 
you'll do what I say, and that's that." 

Then he drove me home and dropped me off at my dorm without so much as a 
goodnight. I was glad my roommate was asleep when I got in, I don't think I 
could have taken her seeing me in my condition. I showered and cleaned 
myself, but I could still feel his cock and come in me and it made me sick 
to my stomach. 

* * * 

Marcia's voice was trembling and weak and I felt that this would be a good 
time to pause in her story. I gently suggested we continue a couple of days 
from then and I believe she felt relieved when I did. We made an appointment 
and she left, promising she would return. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Marcia showed up on time, looking as neat and controlled as ever. She took 
her spot on the couch and seemed anxious to begin. I advised her that these 
things can be painful and perhaps it might be a good idea to work up to the 
bad part of her story. 

She, however, brushed that aside. She had much to tell me. Quite a bit on 
her mind, she explained, and didn't have the time to waste wading through a 
lot of crap. I nodded and motioned her to begin. 

* * * 

Well, Doctor, I suppose after an incident like that, you would figure I 
would never even look at Brent again, much less have anything to do with 
him. So did I. That night and the next morning, I felt as if I would puke if 
I ever laid eyes on him another time.- I was lucky. My exams were upon me 
and I had plenty of work to do. I finished up with good grades as always and 
then went home on vacation. That's when the strange things began to happen. 

For no reason, I decided to got to a clinic and get birth control pills. I 
hadn't planned on sex with anyone and I certainly didn't intend on seeing 
Brent again, but I just seemed to think it would be a good idea to get them. 

I thought a lot about the rape, too and kept having dreams about it. But 
they weren't nightmares by any means. In my dreams, I wanted to be raped. I 
wanted to feel Brent, or anyone, tearing my clothes from me, fucking me 
viciously in" every orifice in my body. I would wake up after those dreams, 
not screaming, but finding myself weak and spent, trembling with exhaustion, 
my pussy soaked with cunt juice. 

I didn't know what to think or do about it, and needless to say, when I 
returned to school, I was more than a little worried. I tried to avoid 
almost everyone I knew and even kept away from my roommate as much as 
possible. 

It wasn't easy, but I was just getting into things and starting to feel 
comfortable when that damn Brent showed up in my room one evening. We have 
an open, co-ed dorm and it's nice in some ways, but bad in others. 

I couldn't believe it when I saw him standing there, smiling that wicked 
smile of his, hands tucked in his jeans, in a tough stance. 

"Get out of here, you bastard," I hissed, trying to keep control, not 
wanting to make a scene. "Get out before I call the campus police!" 

He just laughed and walked over to the door, pushing it shut and turning the 
lock before I had a chance to stop him. I started to speak but his hand flew 
out and against my cheek and knocked me to the rug. 

"I told you I'd be back, bitch," he growled, hovering over me. "Get up you 
little slut, get up right now!" 

He reached down and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me to my feet. He curled 
his arm around my waist and pulled me to him roughly. "I need some pussy, 
bitch," he said, his voice thick and nasty. "Now do you give it to me 
nicely, or do I have to take it again?" 

"You're crazy, you can't do this here," I gasped, struggling in his 
clutches, trying to pull away. "I'll scream, I swear I will! I'll say you're 
raping me, I'll tell them everything!" 

He shook his head, gathering my hair in his fingers and tugging hard, 
yanking my head way back, making me wince in pain. "Sure, sure you will," he 
whispered in a mocking voice. "Sure, I just walked into the room, locked the 
door and raped you like I did before in the car! Nobody will believe that 
shit! Besides, you love it, I can tell! You love it rough, so, I'll give it 
to you that way!" 

I was wearing a thin, print dress and he curled his fingers in my neckline 
and pulled downward, tearing the garment from me in one vicious rip. I 
screamed softly, somehow unable to yell any louder, and stood there 
trembling in my bra and panties. 

I started shaking violently as he reached around my back and almost 
tenderly, unhooked my bra. Somehow I was powerless before him. He tossed my 
halter away then bent down and slithered my panties down over my hips and 
thighs, dragging his knuckles across my flesh as he dropped the garment to 
the floor. 

Now I was naked and he was inspecting me with glee. "Umm, first time I have 
seen you in the light," he whispered in a husky voice. "Not bad, a little 
skinny, but not bad." 

I felt like an animal on display, but he was right, Doctor. As much as I 
hated him and myself, he was right! I did enjoy this degradation he was 
putting me through. He reached out and ran his hand up and down the front of 
my body, from my cunt to my chin and back again. He squeezed and kneaded my 
tits, pinched the firm flesh of my stomach and belly and roughly massaged my 
pussy mound. 

My cunt quickly grew damp and hot and I moaned in despair because I was 
beginning to respond to his ugly inspection and caressing fingers. I shook 
my head but he laughingly pushed me back to my bed, forcing me to lay down 
along the length of it, right next to the edge. 

"I'm going to show you a little trick, baby," he told me, running his 
fingers lightly along my pussy lips, twirling and spinning them across ever 
inch of my aching mound. "While I take care of that cunt of yours, I want 
you to take care of my cock. What I'm looking for is a good blow job, honey, 
so you had better do your best, if you know what's good for you!" 

I know that is when I should have jumped to my feet and started screaming, 
but I was helpless. The dreams and passions I had had came back to me and I 
found my fingers eagerly tugging on his zipper as he continued to massage 
and fondle my genitals. 

I feel sick telling you this, but I can't help but go on. I pulled the 
zipper down and quickly drew his semi-erect penis from his pants. He slapped 
my face a couple of times, warning me to be gentle and I loved the stinging 
pain his hand left me with. 

He began to ride his fingers faster and harder along the wet cleft between 
my cunt petals and in moments he had slithered two fingers inside of me and 
was lazily turning and burying them in the depths of my tight pit. 

I was going mad, Doctor, just mad! I willingly began to kiss and lather his 
prick with my tongue and lips. I nibbled eagerly on his flesh and sucked on 
the hard tool with an angry need. I really and truly wanted this abuse, 
there is no other way to put it. I wanted it! ( I felt his free hand 
reaching down, yanking my jaw open, and then his prick was sliding over my 
lips and plunging down the narrow tunnel of my throat. I relaxed my muscles 
in anticipation and thrilled to the sensation of his cock filling my mouth 
to bursting. 

"Suck that cock, baby," he hissed. "And I'll bring you off! Suck it, cunt, 
suck it hard!" 

What can I say, Doctor? At that moment I was more than willing. I hated 
myself and was crying a little bit in shame and guilt, but I was gathering 
every inch of that rod that I could into the tight, warm chamber of my mouth 
and the soft tunnel of my throat. 

I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking and blowing on the riding tool, 
lathering the pounding flesh with my tongue. He was now driving his fingers 
in and out of me with a delicious rhythmic motion that was creating an 
orgasm in my loins like I had never felt before. 

I closed my tear-stained eyes and concentrated on sucking his cock as best I 
could. I wanted to feel him coming in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his 
horrid come. I wanted to be shamed and degraded as much as possible. 

He was more than willing to do that. He rammed his prick in and out of my 
throat again and again, following almost perfectly the plunging motion of 
his pumping fingers that were assaulting my pussy. I felt a sudden surge of 
pleasure in my womb and then I was bucking and thrashing as the most 
wonderful orgasm I ever felt exploded in my loins and washed over his 
fingers with a thick, creamy sea of come. 

I could only groan and mumble against his cock as I shuddered and quaked 
with the delicious climax. I bore down on his rod, blowing and sucking on 
his hot meat until he was swaying wildly on his heels, his eyes tight with 
lust. I felt his prick growing hard and thick and I could tell he was going 
to come any minute. 

"Yeah, baby, uh-huh," he groaned in a thick, tortured voice. "Ummm, yeah, 
suck it, honey, suck it good! Umm, gonna come, baby, gonna come right now in 
your mouth!" 

I heard him gasp again and then he slammed his prick deep inside of my tight 
passage and the come spurt from his rod into my mouth with a violent force. 
I gulped and swallowed, licking the gobs of milky fluid from his rod as he 
came in my mouth. 

I sucked and drank from the cock until I had gotten every sour drop of fluid 
that he had and he stumbled away from me, weak and spent. That was just a 
couple of weeks ago, Doctor and now I can't wait for the next time. He wants 
to do all sorts of terrible things to me and I find myself more than 
willing. I've even agreed to put on a show for his friends with a dog! God, 
Doctor, what's wrong with me, what is wrong with me? 

CONCLUSION 

Marcia was clearly distressed to the point of a breakdown over these events 
and I strongly urged her not to return to classes but to take a rest. I 
tried to get her to realize that loneliness will sometimes drive people to 
do and accept things they would not normally think of. I explained that she 
enjoyed Brent's meanness because it meant to her that he was interested and 
cared about her. I urged her not to see the obviously sick young man again, 
and advised her to seek more intensive professional help. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Angela M. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Angela M. was an adorable-looking little girl that one would never suspect 
as having come from the harsh, rugged home life that she had. She wore jeans 
and cut-offs when she visited me and chewed gum all the time she talked. 

She obviously was an outdoor kind of child, but I was shocked to find out 
that her tan came from working in the fields of a reform school. Her story 
was a grim one, to say the least. 

* * * 

You ever been fucked in the ass, Doctor? 

Well, if you haven't, you ain't missed anything, I can tell you that. I just 
had that happen to me about three hours ago. It's pretty normal where I come 
from. 

I got busted for grass. My parents were shits, they didn't want me, so they 
let the state take me off their hands. The State is trying out this new 
idea, a reform school that's co-ed. Sounds like a good idea, and it isn't 
bad, except for the guards. 

I was scared when I went in five months ago. I didn't know what would happen 
to me, but that's all different now. By this time, I wouldn't be shocked by 
anything and I have come to accept it all. 

But that first night, ummm, boy, was I terrified. They shoved about fifteen 
of us girls into a small room and made us strip naked. There were both male 
and female guards watching us and all of them giggled and made comments as 
we took off our clothing. 

I couldn't believe that they had men guards in there, too and I made the 
mistake of bitching about it. I said I wasn't taking off one stitch until 
all the men left the room. That earned me a beating. They tore my clothes 
off of me and dragged me over to a wall where they tied my hands with some 
leather thongs and one of the women guards laid into me with a belt. 

Christ, my parents used to punish me, but never anything like that! I 
screamed and even begged for mercy after awhile but they didn't care. They 
just kept it up until I almost fainted. Finally the head warden, this dyke 
called Miss Lewis, came over and shoved her fingers into my cunt. 

"Still a virgin, huh," she laughed, turning the ugly dry fingers from left 
to right inside of' me. "We'll fix that real fast! You're going to be an 
example to the other girls, whore! After they see what happens to little 
snots like you, they won't give us any trouble!" 

As quick as you could imagine, they spun me around and retied my wrists and 
then my legs, so that I was bound tightly to the wall and spread wide. God, 
I was out of my mind with fear. I ain't got much of a body, you can see 
that. No tits to speak of and there is barely any hair at all on my pussy. 

I must have looked pathetic hanging there, my tiny boobs quivering with my 
frightened breath, the small nipples hard with the damp chill that was in 
the room; my cunt mound trembling in fright. 

One of the male guards, a skinny, forty-year-old goon by the name of Edgar 
was motioned over by Miss Lewis. "Fuck her," she told him. "Fuck her hard 
and good, she needs it!" 

The old fuck nodded happily and I could actually see spit running from his 
lips, he was so excited. I screamed in terror as he approached me. I 
struggled against the tight thongs that held me fast, but it was really 
quite useless, I wasn't going anywhere. The ugly son of a bitch reached out 
and ran his fingers over my cheek. I turned my head and tried to bite them 
and he pulled them away before I could. He slapped me hard across the face 
then caught my chin in his hand and held it tightly. 

"Don't try anything funny," he warned, squeezing my tit with his other hand 
so hard that I yelped in pain. "Either you calm down, or I'll ram my cock 
into you right now, dry as you are!" 

To make his point, he jammed two fingers crudely into my cunt and I screamed 
as the pain ripped through me. I had messed around a bit, but not as much as 
my parents thought and my cunt was still pretty much virgin territory, if 
you know what I mean. 

He was punching the thick, gnarled prongs at my hymen insistently, each tap 
a warning of what was to come. 

"No, no more trouble, huh, little girl?" he laughed cruelly. 

He stepped nearer to me, leaning his lanky frame against my quivering naked 
flesh. His hand reached out and cupped over one of my small breasts. I 
groaned as he began to fondle my boobie, his thumb and forefinger pinching 
my tiny nipple ruthlessly. 

He bent his head to mine and made me kiss his twisted mouth. His breath 
stank of rotting teeth and I gagged as he forced his tongue between my teeth 
and entwined the prong around my own. His mouth ran back and forth across my 
lips, greedily lathering my petals with his sloppy kisses. He was obviously 
enjoying himself and more than willing to be the one to make an example of 
me. Over his shoulder I could see the other girls cowering with fear, 
watching what was happening to me with disgust and shame. 

I gasped as Edgar took his free hand and began to knead and caress my pussy. 
His fingers rode up and down over my tender petals, pinching and squeezing 
them, sending waves of pain racing through my loins. My whole body felt 
under attack and I did not want to believe that all this was happening to 
me. 

Hungrily his mouth crushed against mine, his tongue dancing in and out of my 
own, slashing and stabbing at my little arrow as he continued to explore my 
helpless cunt. He drove two fingers between my pussy lips once more and 
harshly twirled and twisted them inside of me until they were once again 
tapping at my maidenhead. 

He pumped the two shafts in and out of my cunt in an erratic fashion, trying 
to get the juice flowing in my womb and prepare it for the invasion of his 
cock. I heard the zipper go down on his pants and in moments he had his 
semi-erect prick dangling from his skinny fingers, and he was riding his 
hand up and down on the rod, desperately trying to get it hard enough to 
penetrate my virginal pit. 

I was sobbing by this time, never so ashamed or terrified in my life. His 
fingers gripped and massaged my tits, working from one to the other, 
squeezing and pinching my nipples so hard that they were soon tender and 
aching under his relentless attack. 

"Ahhh," he sighed happily, as the cunt juice began to seep from my womb, 
coating his fingers with a thin coat of liquid pleasure. "I can see you're 
getting ready for me, honey! That's good! I hate to have to fuck a dry hole, 
you know?" 

"Please, please don't," I begged, losing all control of myself, sobbing and 
crying wildly. "Don't hurt me, don't! Please, I don't want you to do this, 
please don't!" 

He just laughed and twirled those horrible digits around inside of me again. 
I shivered violently as I felt him spreading my cunt petals wide, and then I 
cried out in fear as I felt his dick head pressing against the swollen 
petals. 

He adjusted himself between my thighs and wrapped one arm around my back to 
steady himself. I tensed under the poised shaft, fear overcoming me 
completely. I moaned as I felt him slowly slithering the hard, thick head of 
his cock between my cunt lips. He grunted with his effort, commenting on how 
tight I was, then he suddenly thrust forward. The force of his action drove 
his cock deep inside of me, spreading my taut, virginal womb far apart. 

I screamed in pain and despair as I felt him bucking his prick against my 
virginity, grinding his belly against my own as he tried to rip through the 
thin wall of flesh that kept him from the rest of my loins. 

I cried and thrashed against my bonds but it was in vain. My unyielding 
maidenhood stopped him for only a moment. He sighed and withdrew his cock 
about three-quarters of the way out of me. He paused for a moment, got a 
better grip on my waist, and then slammed forward once more. 

The taut membrane held for a scant second, the pain searing me to the depths 
of my loins, and then he burst through the last barrier of my chastity and 
buried his cock to the hilt in my defenseless pussy. 

He sighed happily, glad of what he had done, and then he began to pump his 
prick in and out of me in a sporadic fashion. Each stroke sent stinging 
waves of pain tearing through me and it felt as if he were ripping my cunt 
apart as he drove his prick into me again and again. 

Finally he shivered a couple of times, spurting a load of come into my poor, 
battered womb, the creamy liquid burning like fire inside of me, and then 
stumbled backward, his prick shrinking rapidly. 

* * * 

Angela was breathing laboriously and her words were coming in anguished 
bursts, so I thought it best to end our interview at this point in her 
story. After giving her a few moments to calm down, I made another 
appointment with her for the following week. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Angela returned to me, seemingly worse than before. This time she made no 
attempts to hide her worry and fear. Her eyes kept darting about the room 
and she sat in the chair, shivering almost uncontrollably. After a few 
moments of small talk, she broke into her story again, rapidly telling me 
everything, as if she had little time to do so. 

* * * 

After that first time, the old fuck regularly came to see me in my cell. 
They start all the girls off in one person cells. To get them adjusted to 
the place is the excuse they use, but the real reason is so that they can 
use them all they want. 

You remember I told you I got fucked in the ass just before I came, last 
time? Well, that's old Edgar's favorite way of doing things. I remember 
vividly the first time it happened to me. 

It was maybe a week after he'd taken my virginity. I was still sore from the 
rape and I was doing my best to stay out of trouble. Late one night I was 
sleeping in my tiny cell, when I was awoken by the sound of the lock being 
turned in my door. 

I sat up right, frozen in fear and to my horror, old Edgar walked in, 
wearing only a bathrobe. I asked him what he wanted, which was a dumb thing 
to do. 

"What do you think, honey?" he chuckled, sitting down next to me, stroking 
my bare thigh with one of his big hands. "I kind of like you, you know?" 

"Please, please," I begged him. "I'm still sore from the last time! I don't 
think I can do it again so soon, really I don't!" 

"There's other ways," he laughed, taking hold of my shoulders and suddenly 
turning me on my belly on the cot. "Can't use one door, you go in through 
another!" 

I kicked and screamed, as if that would do any good. I had heard a lot of 
screams myself and nobody ever seemed to pay any attention to them. I felt 
his hands riding over my short gown, flipping it up to my waist, baring my 
round bottom. 

I still didn't understand what he meant, but when I felt his fingers 
gripping and squeezing my buttocks, digging them into me with an insistent 
force, I began to realize what he had in mind. 

That's when I really went crazy. I shouted at the top of my lungs, bucking 
and fighting, but his arm was hard across my back, pinning me to the narrow 
cot like a heavy log across my body. 

Eagerly he slid the tips of his fingers up and down along the narrow cleft 
between my spongy cheeks. I moaned as he twirled and tapped at my taut, anal 
dot. I had never even had a finger in there, much less a cock and I was 
terrified of how much it would hurt. 

I tried to relax my anal muscles and when I did, I heard him sigh with 
pleasure as he slithered one finger inside of my tight, little bum. I moaned 
with the shivering pain I was feeling and desperately attempted to loosen up 
my entire body. 

"Now you got the idea, honey," he chuckled happily, pumping his thick, 
painful finger in and out of my aching bum. "Just settle down and get ready, 
because ain't nobody going to stop this ass-fucking!" 

He twisted and turned his finger, spreading my tight anal pit as far apart 
as possible. I was desperately squirming and quaking to accommodate his 
fingers and I was relieved that at least some juice was flowing in my bottom 
to make the way easier for him. 

After a little while longer of his stroking digit, I felt him remove the 
hard, gnarled prong from my rear and then clutch my buttocks in his hands. 

Taking hold of his cock, he spread my cheeks as far apart as possible and 
placed the engorged tip of his rod inside of my taut, unyielding tunnel. 
God, it hurt! I screamed in agony and sobbed for him to stop, but he merely 
growled for me to shut up and continued forcing more of the hard prick into 
my bottom. 

I was bucking and thrashing uncontrollably as he drove more and more of the 
thick tool into my tiny bum. My asshole screamed with pain and I felt as if 
it were being ripped to pieces as he gasped and moaned. He pushed forward, 
driving more of the cock into me, twisting and turning the shaft against my 
inner walls, until it was buried to the hilt in my bum and quaking violently 
in the depth of my anal pit. 

Now he began to rock back and forth, slithering his prick in and out of my 
asshole with a rhythmic motion. His prick expanded my bum beyond its limits 
and the blood vessels cracked, but he didn't give one damn. He shivered and 
groaned, picking up speed with every stroke, driving his cock into me faster 
and harder as his lust grew and grew. 

I don't remember how long he fucked my bum, it seemed like forever. I nearly 
passed out from the pain. He slammed his cock deep into my pit and ground 
his belly against my cheeks. "He was laughing and moaning with pleasure and 
when he finally came, the steaming come seared my aching inner walls with a 
thick, creamy fury. 

After that night, he returned again and again. My asshole is so sore and 
torn that I can hardly sit, Doctor. I'm in agony most of the time. They 
warned me to tell you nothing, but, Jesus, I just had to talk to somebody. 
Help me, Doctor, for the love of God, help me, please! 

CONCLUSION 

Obviously, the girl could not be allowed to return to the institution. I had 
no idea whether her story was true, or if she had invented it, but her 
emotion and fear were real and she belonged in a hospital. I arranged for 
her to enter the clinic I work at and at the same time, I filed a report 
with the State Board, suggesting they investigate the school she had been 
sent to. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Willow K. AGE: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Willow K. was perhaps one of the saddest cases I have ever encountered. She 
could hardly speak when I saw her, so frightened and upset was she. She was 
a pretty little thing, barely out of childhood, and as she sat telling her 
story, her voice constantly breaking, I felt deep despair for the helpless 
and disturbed child. 

* * * 

Mommy told me all of this was my fault, Doctor. I didn't want any of it to 
happen, but I guess she's right. You see, I've always loved my Mommy and 
Daddy, but I guess I loved my Daddy a lot more. 

My parents are both artists and we have always been a very open and warm 
family. But in the last year, there has been a coldness between Mommy and 
me, I know now, why. 

Sometimes my Mommy has to go out of town on trips and the whole bad thing 
happened when she did that a few weeks ago. Daddy was having a hard time 
with one of his paintings and I wanted desperately to help him, but I didn't 
know how. 

When Daddy is having a hard time, he starts drinking. He never gets mean or 
anything, but he does get a little crazy. That's why I wasn't surprised when 
he came into my room that night, smelling of beer, walking on unsteady legs. 

He lay down beside me on my bed, like he had so many times before, and began 
to run his hand over my leg, squeezing and massaging my thigh. I wasn't 
afraid or upset, he had done that a lot and besides, it felt kind of good. 

He whispered that he loved me and asked if I loved him. I told him, of 
course I did, and he said that was good. I didn't really understand what he 
wanted, but when his hand slithered under my night gown and began to fondle 
my pussy, I started to get a little scared. 

I don't have any hair down there and it was a strange and kind of nice 
sensation that his fingers were creating in me. 

I moaned softly and started to sway back and forth on the bed. I didn't 
really want him to do this and I told him so. I explained that this was 
something he should be doing with Mommy but he shook his head. 

"You're the only one that loves me, Willow," he moaned. "The only one that 
cares. Your Mommy doesn't care, she's found out she likes girls better!" 

That was a horrible thing to hear. I felt so sorry for him, but I didn't 
know what I could do. He bent his head down and began to kiss my lips 
hungrily, running his big mouth over mine, stabbing his tongue between my 
teeth in an insistent fashion. 

I started to try and push him away, but he's so much bigger than I am, I 
think he was thinking that I was just playing. He laughed and pinned my arms 
to the bed, running his mouth all over my neck and the tops of my boobies. 
Using his teeth he pulled my gown down away from them and began to lather 
them with his tongue. 

My tits are so small that he was easily able to suck a whole breast into his 
mouth and chew on it with his teeth. I groaned and quivered, a mixture of 
pleasure and pain rippling through me. I liked it, I did, but I was so 
scared! 

Then I felt him flipping my gown up to my hips and moving his hand up and 
down on my naked cunt. I shook violently, trying desperately to get away 
from him, now. I started to cry and he took hold of my chin and held it 
tightly. 

"You have to help Daddy," he hissed violently, madder than I had ever seen 
him before. "It's up to you to help him. Are you going to deny your father, 
like your mother denies him, now?" 

I couldn't say anything, I was too scared. I shook my head and he nodded, 
dropping his hand to my pussy once more. I moaned as I felt his fingers 
gently probing the tight passage of my cunt, spreading my lips apart to 
allow his fingers more room. He kissed my boobies again and then I felt him 
take his hand from my little mound and pull down his zipper. 

* * * 

Willow broke down at this point and began sobbing so wildly that I did not 
know if she would be able to continue. My nurse came into the room and took 
her to a private room I have in the back. She had her lay down and take a 
short rest before continuing. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

After about an hour, Willow seemed recovered enough to resume her story. I 
kept a careful eye on her as she spoke, making sure she did not lose control 
again. 

* * * 

Ohhh, Doctor, I was feeling so strange. Part of me liked it when he started 
to pump his fingers in and out of my little hole, and another part of me 
felt horrible about it. 

There was a thick, hot juice flowing from my pussy now, and I kept shivering 
uncontrollably as weird waves of pleasure rippled through me. My virginity 
hurt when he tapped at it with his fingers, but I tried to ignore the pain. 
I thought that maybe he just wanted to play with me for awhile, so I figured 
I would let him. 

He turned and spread my cunt lips wide, kneading and tugging on them until 
they were as far apart as possible. Suddenly he was crawling on top of me, 
pushing my thighs far apart. I starting screaming in fear then, thrashing 
violently, really trying to push him away from me now. 

I cried and begged him to stop but he didn't seem to hear me. I guess he 
could only think about the wet, warm thing he wanted so badly. 

I groaned as I felt him push the big head of his cock between my cunt lips, 
the pain beginning to pulsate in my virgin pit. 

I moaned and sobbed, but Daddy just went right on, laying his weight on top 
of me, grunting as he drove his prick into my tiny tunnel. My cunt ached 
with the force of his attack and it felt like it was been filled to 
bursting. His prick bumped into my thin hymen and he groaned in despair. 

I pleaded with him then, sobbing and kicking, trying to get him off of me. 
He must have forgot that I was his daughter, because he just cursed under 
his breath and pulled back for another thrust. 

He gathered his strength then rammed his cock hard into my cunt, tearing 
through my maidenhead, driving his dick to the depths of my womb. The pain 
was awful and it went on and on as he rode his cock faster and harder along 
my tiny insides. 

His cock was so big it filled me up all the way and each time he buried it 
to the hilt in my young pussy, I could feel the hot blood pounding through 
it as it quaked against my inner walls. 

Finally I heard him gasping and groaning, his whole body shivering out of 
control. Something hot and sticky burned my insides and I realized that he 
was coming in me. I was sobbing and moaning as he shook and churned his 
prick in my pussy until he had finally drained himself of every drop of 
fluid and slithered back out of me. 

Oh, Doctor, he came back to my room a lot after that. I didn't want to let 
him do that to me, but how could I stop him? He was my Daddy! My Mommy was 
right, I am a bad person! It must be my fault, mustn't it? Mustn't it? 

CONCLUSION 

Of course it was not her fault. As best as I could, I tried to explain to 
the child that she was in no way guilty of luring her father on. Many 
disturbed people will take advantage of a child's love and affection, and 
this was a clear case of both parents doing just that. 

I made arrangements for the girl to be placed in a foster home until such 
time as both adults had been deemed fit to have her back with them again. It 
will take long enough as it is to help Willow understand what has happened, 
and the influence of her rather ill parents would not do her any good at 
all. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Jennifer AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Jennifer is a stunning blonde haired girl, with light blue, 
reflective-looking eyes. She has been through quite a lot in the past year, 
and it's easy to tell from the vacant look on her face that mentally, she is 
not all there. In fact, I tended to doubt quite a lot of what she said, and 
whether it is true or not, there is no arguing with the fact that she 
believes these things really happened. 

Easily enough, I can state right now that Jennifer would have been better 
off had she not been a virgin at the time when she entered college. Her 
parents strict upbringing did not help matters either. 

When Jennifer came to see me she was wearing a light summer blouse, and a 
pair of tight jeans. She has an incredible figure, and overall, is a girl of 
enormous beauty. I feel sorry for her at this stage in her life, for it's 
going to take her a very long time to work out her problems. 

* * * 

You might not believe everything that I tell you is true, doctor. I can't 
back up anything I'm saying, and all the girls in the sorority would tell 
you that I'm crazy, too. That's because they're all evil, and they know that 
they can get in a lot of trouble for some of the rituals they carry out. 

They're into all kinds of practices that involve... I don't know, doctor. I 
still have a lot of trouble even saying that word. 

Sex. Yes, that's it. I can't help it. You don't know the kinds of things 
that used to happen to me back home when I would even mention the word. I 
still have one scar that never healed, but I'm not going to show it to you. 

Doctor, my parents were very strict in bringing up me and my brother. I 
don't remember ever learning anything about sex, until I was seventeen. That 
was the year before I went to college. Sometimes I wish that I would have 
known everything before I went to college, but that's all in the past now. I 
can't live in the past, can I? 

I first remember seeing my father naked when I was about five. My mother had 
always had her rules about walking around the house naked. We just weren't 
allowed. And I always felt kind of ashamed of my naked body. I can hardly 
remember ever looking at myself naked in front of a mirror, because each 
time I took off my clothes, I felt dirty, and immediately felt as if I had 
to put something else on. 

It's so strange, doctor. When I first got to college and my roommate Helen 
walked out of the bathroom to greet me, naked, you can imagine how I must 
have felt. 

But my first experience with seeing a naked man was that time when I was 
five. It was late at night, and I had to get up to go to the bathroom. My 
father must have thought that I was asleep when he came into the bathroom. 

He opened the door, and there I was sitting on the toilet. I tried to cover 
myself, but I was too busy staring at him. He had a hairy body, with black 
hairs all over his chest and legs. Then, I looked between his legs, and saw 
his huge thing buried in the thickest patch of hair on his entire body. 

His cock wasn't hard, now that I know what one looks like when it's hard. 
But it wasn't completely soft, either. I guess it had to be at some stage 
in-between. But the thing that I'll never forget is the way it seemed to 
glisten, as if it was covered with some kind of jelly or cream, or something 
like that. 

And dripping, right out of the little slit at the very tip of it, was one 
drop of something that looked kind of white, and creamy. Yes, that was it. 
Almost like a drop of cream. I couldn't take my eyes off it. 

"Hey, you comin' back to bed?" I heard my mother yell to him. 

When he turned around to yell back at her, I noticed his cock kind of bob up 
and down. That's when I first saw those two little balls, in their sack. 
They looked like they were wet, and dripping with something. I don't know. 

"Shut up, woman," he screamed back at her, and then he turned to me. "Now 
what the hell you doin' up here so late at night?" 

"What does it look like, daddy?" I asked him. "On the potty." 

"Don't give me none of your sass," he said, and he slapped me across the 
face. 

Of course I started to cry then, and that brought my mother running down the 
hall. She was the second person I'd ever seen naked, because she was as 
naked as he was. Her large tits were bouncing up and down, and her red 
nipples looked flushed. I don't really know if that makes sense. Maybe it 
wasn't the nipple that looked flushed, doctor. Maybe it was the area around 
the nipple. As if someone had been biting it. 

"What's goin' on here?" she asked, and then she looked over my father's 
shoulder. She was so close to him that her body had to be rubbing against 
his. "What are you doin' up here this time of night, Jennifer?" 

I didn't answer her, and she got madder. But there was a reason why I wasn't 
answering her question. I was looking between my father's legs, doctor, and 
I was watching how his cock was starting to stiffen and get thicker. 

It took my mother about two minutes to realize what I was looking at, and 
why I wasn't answering, and when she looked down between his legs, she got 
angry. She pushed past him, and he just let her while he stood there with 
this huge grin on his face. My mother pulled me to my feet and started to 
slap me across the face, repeatedly. 

"You filthy little girl," she was screaming at me, over and over again, 
until I was crying so much that I couldn't even see anything. 

I don't remember anything after that. I just woke up in bed the next 
morning, but it's something that I'm never going to forget. 

Now you might wonder what was going on with all my friends, and why I didn't 
learn anything from them. It can be explained very easily. 

I didn't have many friends, doctor. It had a lot to do with my parents, and 
the fact that my mother always had chores for me to do, so I had to run 
right home after school. Then, I wouldn't be allowed out at night because I 
was being punished for one thing or another, and after a time, the boys 
stopped asking me. You can always make excuses so many times before the boy 
starts to think that you don't like him. 

The same thing was going on with my brother Danny, at the same time, and so, 
it was only natural that the two of us become very close at that time. Danny 
was two years older than me, and he was a striking looking boy, with wavy 
black hair. He had very straight looking features, and was the spitting 
image of my father before my father got older and started to drink as much 
as he did. 

The only thing that Danny and I didn't talk too much about was sex, until 
that time when I was seventeen. I know that it all had to do with my parents 
again. Danny was treated the same way that I was when he was younger, being 
beaten whenever anything sexual was discussed, and never being allowed to 
even say the word. 

But I figure, especially now that I've been through one year of college and 
I met a few guys, that men have higher sex drives than women. 

You see, up until that time, I had never had the urge to masturbate. Sure, I 
would feel some kind of tingling between my legs, but it never urged me on 
to do anything more than try and talk myself out of it. I thought, perhaps, 
that there might be something wrong with me, getting this tingling, and 
feeling myself getting wet, and so, I would always try to rationalize it all 
out. 

In that way, I would soon lose whatever urge I had. 

Now when I was seventeen, my brother was nineteen. He was supposed to have 
gone away to college, on the money that my grandparents had left for our 
college fund. However, he had spent it all on a car two years before, when 
he was still in high school. My father wouldn't lend him the money, and so 
there was a lot of hatred between the two of them. Danny had been thinking 
about taking out a loan, but he couldn't really get one. And a scholarship 
was out of the question, because of his grades. 

I, on the other hand, knew for sure that I was going to be going to college 
the next year when I was eighteen. You see, that was one thing that my 
parents had always wanted for us, and I'm sure the only reason for that was 
because my grandparents had always wanted it for us, and they instilled that 
in my folks. I had made sure not to spend the money, because I was planning 
to go, if not for an education, then at least to get away from home. 

Two nights before Danny and I had our long sexual talk, he had mentioned to 
me that he was planning on running off and joining the Navy. He told me that 
it was impossible for him to get a job, and that the longer he stayed at 
home, the worse off he was going to be. He said that he didn't like the idea 
of doing it, but it seemed to him the only way out for the time being. 

I had thought about it a lot for a few days, and then, suddenly I had this 
burst in inspiration. I ran out of my room, that night, and barged right 
into Danny's room. 

"Danny, I've been thinking. You really don't want to join the Navy, and 
you'd rather have a job, right? Well, why not call up Uncle Alex in 
California. He runs that factory there, and I'm sure he could do something 
without mom and dad knowing and... " I had been talking on and on, and not 
even looking at him. 

But suddenly, I saw him. He was sitting on his bed completely naked, rubbing 
his hard cock up and down. Immediately I shut the door and stood against it 
because I didn't want my parents to walk by. 

"Lock it," he said to me. "Quick. Go on and lock it." 

I heard him mumbling something about how he forgot to lock it, and now that 
I was there, I'd better do it. Then I turned around again. 

My brother did have a very handsome looking body. He had the same kind of 
black hair like my father had, and the thickest patch, again, was right 
between his legs. However, as I had seen my father's cock hard, for only a 
minute, and now I was looking at Danny's, I thought that his seemed bigger. 
Of course, seeing my father's cock by that time was only a memory, but 
still, I was sure that Danny's was longer and thicker. And his balls 
certainly looked so large there, nestled against his buttocks. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, and I walked a little bit closer, but still 
stayed a great enough distance away. 

"Come on," he said, smiling slyly. "You mean to tell me that you don't know 
what it is I'm doing? You don't do something like it, but in a different 
way?" 

"No. What are you saying, Danny? I don't understand." 

He sat up, and I saw his arm muscles bulging. It was the first time, I 
guess, that I had ever thought about how strong he was. 

He reached out to touch me, and when he touched my arm, he pulled me closer. 
I felt him pulling me down on the bed, in only a sitting position, opposite 
him. 

"I'm masturbating," he said, as calmly and as naturally as he could. "I 
probably shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I should have realized that 
you probably didn't know anything about a man's physical make-up, just as 
you probably don't even know too much about yours. Not with them here." 

"Please. What is it?" 

"Sex," he said, and I gasped. He smiled, then laughed softly. "Yes, I used 
to react the same way. I've yet to see if I like sex. I know that I like it 
when I use my own hand, but I also know that it's not the way it's supposed 
to be. Get undressed." 

"No. What are you saying? Danny, I'm not going to. I can't. I... " 

"I'm not going to try anything, or make you do anything that you don't want 
to do. Believe me. Have I ever lied to you before? I just think we should 
learn from each other. And I know, some things that I can teach you." 

"Where'd you learn these things?" I had to ask him. "There ain't nothing 
around in this house that would teach you things like that." 

"In mom and dad's dresser drawer," he said. 

"Second from the bottom." 

I gasped, and he started to laugh again. Then he started to ask me to think 
about what he had said. He asked me if I didn't think that they were 
hypocrites, bringing us up the way that they had, and then having books like 
that in their dresser. I nodded my head, and said that I still didn't know 
if I should believe him, but that if the book was, in fact, there, then I 
would believe him. 

"We can't look now, so you're going to have to trust me," he said. 

I had always trusted him before, just like he had said. So I started to get 
undressed really slow, and my brother had to keep telling me to take off 
this piece, and the next, because I kept stopping between them. 

Finally I was naked, and I was blushing red, all over my body. But my 
brother just ran his hands up and down my arms, and smiled lovingly. 

"You're beautiful," he said to me. "So fucking beautiful, Jennifer." 

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. It was true, I had to 
admit. My long blonde hair was cascading down to my shoulders, and stopped a 
few inches above my nipple. In that way, it was really covering the top of 
my tit, but that didn't mater. My breasts were very firm, and my nipples 
looked so attractive, too. 

But then there was the rest of my body. My hips were curved, and I loved the 
way my blonde mound looked between my legs. It was the first time that I had 
ever really noticed it before, but I liked it. 

My pussy lips were red, and because the blonde hair was so light, you could 
practically see them, and it almost looked as if there was no hair at all 
from far away. 

When my brother moved his hand to my pussy, I pulled back. 

"I'm sorry," he said. "Maybe we shouldn't touch. Maybe I should just show 
you how I like to come, and then I can tell you how to make yourself come." 

I didn't even know what he meant by come, and when I told him that, he 
calmly talked about the orgasm, and how it worked in a man and a woman. 
Then, he started to rub his cock again. I saw how he gripped it in his hand, 
and how his fingers were able to wrap tightly around it. But he was so 
thick, that the tips of his fingers didn't even reach the inner part of the 
palm of his hand. 

He moved his other hand to his balls, and cupped them. 

"Now," he was saying, "this is really just called jerking off, because it's 
exactly what I'm doing. But when a man fucks a woman, it's different. He 
slides his cock into her cunt, and the thrusting action, moving the cock in 
and out, is pretty much the same as this. At least that's what I read." 

I could see the purple head of his cock getting deeper in color, and then I 
saw a drop at the tip of it. I thought about the drop at the tip of my 
father's then, and wondered if he and my mother had been having sex that 
night. 

"Only the cunt gets wet inside, and tight," my brother continued. "That's 
why it's supposed to be so great. As far as I can tell, man was made to have 
sex, and it's the most natural thing in the world. Of course, it is supposed 
to be better when someone else touches you. Better than when you touch 
yourself." 

I was really fascinated by everything he was telling me, and very curious. I 
moved my hand to his chest, and touched his chest fur. I couldn't believe 
it, but his chest hair was dripping with sweat. When I looked surprised, he 
told me that you can build up a sensational sweat when you get into it 
enough. 

I moved my hand a little further down, and touched his belly. He started to 
moan a little bit, and I could hear him breathing so much heavier than he 
had been before. I was amazed. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. 

"And what would happen if I did this?" I asked him. 

I just moved my hand to his cock, and he pulled his hand away in order to 
let mine take over. I tried to grasp his shaft as firmly as I had seen him 
doing it, and all of a sudden, I could feel something happening inside of 
it. 

There was this fiery kind of heat, and the cock seemed to be pulsating in 
some strange kind of way. It was throbbing in my hand. Yes, that was it. 

My brother's forehead was dripping with sweat, and I kind of slowed down 
what I was doing without realizing it. But that didn't stop him from jerking 
his hips up and down so that his cock was moving in my hand, still. 

"Oh God," he moaned, and then I saw the first spurt of white cream shoot out 
of the tip of his cock. "Keep jerking it, please." 

When I had seen the cream, at first, I did want to stop. However, I could 
tell that he wanted more, and I continued. When the cream started to drip 
down the side of his dick, I could feel it on my hand. It was sticky, but 
that was the only thing I can remember about it. Oh, yes, it was warm, too. 

I couldn't believe how much of it he was shooting out. First, there was that 
initial big load, and then, there were about five or six more, not as packed 
with cream, but still, with a lot of drops of it. There was a small pool of 
it in his navel from the first load that had shot out. 

After a while, the pulsations stopped and his cock started to go limp in my 
hand. 

I inhaled deeply and noticed that the room was filled with this strong 
fragrance. It smelled so nice, and then, I felt my cunt getting wet again. 
My brother had his eyes closed, and I was still tugging on his cock. 

After about two minutes, he opened his eyes and he started to laugh. When I 
asked him what he was laughing about, he pointed between my legs. 

My cunt lips were getting very wet, and I could see how it was starting to 
show. 

"Why don't you masturbate and let me watch?" he asked me. 

"I don't even know how. You knew how, but I don't know what to do." 

"I can tell you some of the things the book says," he said to me, and he 
reached over and tried to touch me. 

I couldn't let him though. These chills started rushing through my body, and 
I pulled back a little bit. He said that he understood, and then told me 
that he wouldn't try touching me again. He then instructed me on what to do. 

He told me to spread my pussy lips, and moved my fingers in and out of my 
cunt, rubbing them upwards, along the top of my entrance. I could feel my 
clit stiffening, and when he asked me if I felt anything, and I told him 
yes, he started to explain just what my clit was, and how it would bring me 
pleasure, the same way his cock had brought him pleasure, but only if I did 
it right. 

"Well, what's the right way?" I had to ask him. "Tell me." 

"There is no right way, the book says. Everyone likes it different. Just try 
it. Squeeze it. Wiggle it. Massage it, and see which one works best." 

I started to wiggle it first, and I discovered that it was what was working 
for me. I could feel my whole body starting to tremble with pleasure. 

Each time I moved my fingers deeper inside, I could feel how wet I was 
getting. And I was starting to get tighter, too. Or at least, for moments. 
The muscles inside were spasming back and forth, I guess. 

The wetness was creamy and sticky, and it had a different odor than my 
brother's come had had. I could see him leaning closer to watch, and I heard 
him sniffing hard, as if he wanted to take in the scent of my juices, the 
same way that I had taken in the scent of his. Then, he broke his promise, 
but it wasn't anything terrible that I got mad at him for. 

He reached over and moved his hands to my tits, and started to rub them. He 
was pinching one of my nipples, and I could feel it bursting with pleasure, 
and getting stiffer the more he rubbed it. 

I started to moan softly, and closed my eyes. I could feel myself getting 
ready to explode inside, and I didn't know how much of it I was going to be 
able to take. 

Then I felt my brother pulling one hand away from my tit, and he started to 
moan a little bit, too. I opened my eyes and saw that his cock was hard 
again, and he was jerking himself faster than I was moving my fingers. 

It was almost like we started to have a race then. I started to move my 
fingers in and out of my cunt, faster than he was jerking his, and he kept 
trying to go faster. It was no wonder then that we both started to come good 
and hard in that way, with him still rubbing my nipple. 

When I started to come, the come kind of rolled out of me, onto my fingers, 
and right onto his bed. When he came, it shot right up, and one or two loads 
landed on the tit with the nipple that he was massaging. 

He started to smear it all over my tit, and I loved the way that felt. 

After we were both finished, we went to take separate showers. We never 
could have gotten away with doing it together, and I don't think I would 
have wanted to, even though my brother did suggest it. 

When we were both in our robes, we went downstairs to the kitchen and got 
something to eat. Then, my brother started telling me how much fun we had 
had. But then, he had something that he thought he had to tell me, and he 
said it was serious. 

"Look, I know I still have inhibitions, and I think I'm working out some of 
them in my mind. I mean, I was really ready to fuck you tonight. But your 
inhibitions are even greater than mine, and you just couldn't bring yourself 
to do it. It's understandable in some ways. You never masturbated before, 
and I have. 

"But you're going to college soon, and people there might have come from 
different backgrounds. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that people do fuck 
each other when they're away at school. And they don't feel that they have 
to be married. I'm not telling you to do it, I'm just hoping that you won't 
be shocked when someone tries it." 

I hardly even listened to what he said because I was just looking at him. 
But it turned out to be something that I would think about a lot, especially 
when I started pledging at the Gamma Phi Sigma Sorority. I saw so many 
sexual things happening, and none of it was happening to me. 

They were waiting for Hell Night, of course, and that was when I was to be 
taken and raped. That was what they had planned for me. 

Anyway, there was no reason to think much about what my brother had said, at 
first. Because right before I left for school, my mother told me to watch 
myself, and watch my virginity. But it was more like a threat than a bit of 
advice. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Jennifer came to see me, she had many new things to add to 
her story. Besides the experiences that happened to her while she was 
pledging, which are incredible enough as it is, there was an additional 
story about what happened when she and her brother were reunited. I'm sure 
that their meeting has helped her out in some ways, although there is a 
possibility that I am wrong. 

You see, although she was able to have a sexual encounter with her brother, 
without getting upset the way she thought she would have, it was obvious to 
me that she was stoned on some kind of drug when she came to see me, and 
that he had given her the drug. For that is what he had to give her to relax 
her enough so she could make love to him. 

Jennifer was wearing a pair of leotard tops, and jeans, and her figure 
looked more incredible this time than it had the last time. She had her hair 
pulled back and piled on top of her head in a bun. 

* * * 

My closest friend at college, up until a certain point, was Helen. She was 
my roommate, and that, I'm sure, is why we were so close. Neither one of us 
knew anyone else on campus, so when we first met, we had a lot of things to 
talk about. 

Of course, it took me time to get myself together, because, as I told you 
earlier, she was naked the first time I ever saw her. I didn't even think 
that there was anyone else in the room when I first entered, struggling with 
my two suitcases. I even called out to see if there was anyone else there, 
and when no one responded, I thought that I was all alone. Then, the 
bathroom door opened. 

Out stepped Helen with her short cropped black hair, and nothing else but a 
towel. And she was holding it in her hand. She had small, but firm looking 
tits, with thick brownish nipples. Her pussy patch was incredibly thick, 
black and curly. 

"Hi," she said, walking up to me with her hand held out. "I'm Helen. You 
must be Jenny. We're gonna be roomies, unless I get into a sorority. I don't 
like the idea of living in the dorms, and if you get into a sorority you get 
to live in a nice house." 

I was too stunned to say anything, and she must have realized that it was 
all because she was naked. She laughed and then wrapped the towel around 
herself. Although it did cover her tits, it was so short that her pussy 
still showed. Anyway, she ended up sitting on the bed with her feet under 
her ass, so the towel wasn't doing much good. 

But she was kind of sweet, and one of the things that she asked, and it was 
probably because of my reaction to her, was whether or not I was a virgin. 
When I told her I was, she admitted to me that she was, too. 

I felt kind of good about it, but then she said something that disturbed me. 

"And shit, I can't fucking wait to lose it already." 

"You mean that you want to see what sex is like. You want someone to do it?" 

"Why not? I haven't experienced anything else in life yet that I find 
worthwhile. I've heard about sex, and I think that could be it." 

"I don't know. There's your education, and studying to do what you want to 
do in life. That's important. A career. You want to do something with your 
life." 

"Maybe. Maybe not. Right now I want to fuck, and when that happens I've 
decided I'm going to take it from there." 

I started to unpack my things, and then I saw something on her dresser. 

When she saw what I was looking at, she leaned over, picked it up, then 
said: "You see, I even came prepared. Got myself a diaphragm and 
everything." 

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about Helen and her 
attitude. I wasn't sure if I was going to like being her roomie, but I 
decided, right then and there, that I wasn't going to hold anything against 
her. We were going to be roommates and friends, and I was going to make a 
conscious effort. 

The next day, I met her for lunch at the cafeteria, after attending my first 
three classes. I was taking Psychology, Education, and English. As soon as 
Helen sat down, she started bubbling with news. 

"I went to Gamma Phi Sigma today and they're starting to take pledges. I put 
my name in and I put your name in, too." 

"What? What did you do something like that for?" 

"Because it's a way to meet people. Girls, and then through the girls, guys, 
too. The fraternities and the sororities usually work together. Besides, you 
and I don't know too many people, and the girls there are great. Almost like 
sisters." 

"Well, if they decide to take us, maybe I'll go. But we don't even know if 
they will." 

"What a downer you are, Jennifer. Think positively." 

It took about a week before they let us know if we were accepted. We had to 
go to this room and wait on line to find out. Now the way it worked with 
most of the girls is that they would go for interviews at a few different 
places, and they would hope to get into a few. Then, they would chose the 
one that was supposed to be the best, or closest to whatever standards each 
girl had. Some were filled with more beautiful girls. Others had the girls 
with more money, and things like that. 

I had only applied to G.P.S., as they called it. Most of the sororities were 
called by their initials. It was easier than using the full name. 

The reason I had only applied to one was because I really wasn't even sure 
if I wanted to get into any of them. But as Helen learned that she had 
gotten accepted to three different ones, she stepped aside and let me hear. 
I was sure I hadn't gotten in because I had done very little to impress the 
girls. 

However, the girl behind the desk looked up, smiled, then pulled out my card 
and handed it to me. I had gotten into it. 

Helen was ecstatic, and she and I went and packed our things so we could 
move into the sorority house that day. They also had two girls per room, so 
Helen and I were roomies again. In some ways then, things were the same. 

But outside our room, it was different. They were in an old house, and 
although it was beautiful in its way, it was also very scary looking. Some 
of the members told us that the place was haunted, but I thought they just 
wanted to scare us. 

However, it easily could have been a haunted house from the way it looked. 

Now there were only three other pledges besides myself. Helen, of course, 
and then two girls named Nancy and Pam. Nancy was a thin blonde-haired girl, 
and Pam had flowing red hair. She was quite beautiful. 

The four of us were called down to dinner that night, and the sorority 
president, Linda Adams, started filling us all in on the rules. 

"You four girls are pledges right now, and during pledge week, you have to 
do whatever a full member tells you to do. If you disobey an order, you get 
a demerit. Six of them before the end of the week, and you are immediately 
thrown out. 

"Our basic attitude here is to have fun. Most of us have come from boring 
homes with boring parents, and we want to do different things. We want to 
have the most fun times possible. That's really all." 

Linda was a cute looking girl with brown hair, and after she'd made her 
speech, she walked around the dinner table and kissed us all on the cheeks. 

Nothing happened that first night, I remember. In fact, before I went to 
sleep, I told Helen that pledging was easy. They hadn't asked us to do 
anything, and if it continued like this, we would be members in a week. 

Helen reminded me of Hell Night, which was the last night of pledging. 
Anything went that night, and she said if they didn't bother us all week, 
they were sure to make up for it on that final night. 

But they did start to do things the next night. It was a Friday night, and 
some of the guys from the fraternity next door had come over. I don't even 
remember a lot of their names. They all looked very rich and stuck up, with 
these chiseled features and cleft chins. I know I shouldn't throw them all 
together in one category, but that's just the way they all seemed to me. 

Anyway, we were all sitting around drinking, something that I'd hardly ever 
done. I was told to make the drinks, and that was my job for the night. 
Lucille, a black girl in the sorority, noticed that I hadn't been having 
much to drink, and she made me down three vodka and tonics in a row. 

Well, by that time, I could hardly walk straight, and I was filling the 
glasses less and less so that I wouldn't drop any. All of a sudden, I heard 
Jessica, one of the prettier members of the club, say something to Helen. 

"Look over there at Billy." We both looked. Billy was a handsome blond boy 
with rugged features. He was wearing a work shirt and jeans, and he had his 
hands in his pants, as if he was playing with himself. "He looks a little 
horny," Jessica continued. "I want you to go and suck him off." 

At first, there was silence in the room. I thought for sure that Jessica had 
to be kidding, but she and Helen stared at each other for a while. 

"Will you do it, or take a demerit?" Jessica asked. 

Meanwhile, Billy had pulled his cock out of his pants. He didn't just pull 
it out, really. He slid his pants down around his legs, and we could see his 
hairy legs and his thick heavy balls. 

Helen had been sitting on the floor, and she started to crawl over to where 
Billy was. She moved her mouth to his cock, and licked the tip of it. The 
blond boy threw his head back and moaned, and there were a few snickers from 
some of the guys and the members of G.P.S. They were all loving it. 

Helen seemed to like the way his cock tasted, but then, he grabbed her 
cheeks and pulled her mouth all the way down his shaft. 

"That's the way to do it," he said. "Take it in deep. That's it." 

She really didn't have any choice by that time, for he was holding her head 
and working it up and down his cock, faster than she probably wanted to do 
it. I could see that there were tears rolling down her cheeks, and she was 
gagging a lot because of the way he was doing things. 

Meanwhile, some of the regular girls were starting to cheer, and Billy's 
face was beginning to turn redder than an apple. 

"Oh yeah," he moaned, and he yanked Helen's head away from his cock, just in 
time to come on her face. He started jerking his cock and aiming it at her, 
and soon she was dripping with creamy white come. 

"Eat it," Jessica said, and soon all the other girls were saying the same 
thing. It was pretty much like a chanting. 

Helen started to rub her cheeks with her fingers, pushing the come into her 
mouth. Soon, she was licking it all over her face, and eating it. 

Billy lay there with his dick still hanging out, rubbing her soft hair. 

"More entertainment," Jessica screamed, and she looked toward me. But then, 
I am happy to say, she looked at Nancy. "Pull down your pants and panties. 
Take them off, Nancy. David here wants to eat you." 

David, a guy with brown hair, had been sitting two people away from Billy. 
He must have gotten turned on watching, for his cock was hard and out of his 
pants. He was jerking himself, but as soon as Jessica spoke, he looked at 
Nancy. 

"Come on," Linda, the president said, "do you want to do it, or take a 
demerit?" 

Nancy got up, and I could see how she was blushing. In some ways, I felt 
that Helen's task had been easier. At least she didn't have to undress in 
front of everyone. But Nancy did, and she opened her pants slowly, then 
pushed them and her panties down around her legs. She kicked them off, and 
stood there, naked from the waist down. 

She walked over to David who grabbed her hips with both hands, then pulled 
her pussy right up to his mouth. He told her to reach down and jerk his cock 
while he ate her, and she actually looked toward Jessica to see if she 
approved. 

She shook her head yes, so Nancy reached down and jerked him. 

I watched as he stuck his tongue out and started to lick her cunt. I could 
see how he was digging his tongue between her cunt lips, and pushing it 
upwards. He moved his fingers there and spread her lips, then started to 
suck on her clit. 

Nancy had her eyes closed, and if she was trying to imagine that there was 
no one watching, I can't imagine how she succeeded. Girls and guys were 
constantly screaming out remarks, and there was some laughter, and some 
applause. I would have been humiliated had it been me up there, for when she 
started to come, she threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and 
screamed with joy. 

Then, I watched as the cock she was jerking started to shoot off. 

Next, they made Pam lick a cock, and I knew it was my turn when the guy 
came. I had had another two drinks by that time, because I sensed that they 
were going to make me do something. When Jessica looked at me and told me to 
go to Jeffrey and let him lick my ass, I couldn't. 

She said I would get a demerit, and then, Linda could see that I was getting 
sick. She told everyone to shut up, as I ran to the bathroom to puke. 

Well, that was my way out of that first demand, and I didn't get a demerit 
for it. 

What I didn't know though, was while I was out of the room, Helen was 
telling them that I probably had had too much to drink, for one thing, and 
that I was still a virgin, for another. Those were the two reasons, she 
imagined, responsible for my illness. 

I'm sure that Linda and Jessica remembered that, and took it into account 
when Hell Night was just around the corner. But up until then, I saw many 
things being done, and had to participate in some. At another party, the 
next night, I was ordered to let Jeffrey lick my ass again, because I hadn't 
done it the night before. 

I pulled down my pants and panties, bent over, and felt his tongue all over 
my buttocks. It did feel warm and nice, but then, when he started to dig his 
tongue into my asshole, I didn't like it too much. 

Sunday was when Helen and I had our first big fight. I had gone to the 
library to get some books, and when I came back and opened the door to my 
room, I stood there in shock. I couldn't get over what was happening on the 
bed. 

Both Helen and Pam were naked, and they were eating each other's pussies. I 
could see Helen with her head between Pam's legs, rubbing her hand through 
the girl's thick red muff as she licked her pussy lips, then dug her tongue 
in deeper. 

They were both moaning with pleasure, and I screamed out. 

"What are you doing? This is disgusting." 

Suddenly, the door was closed behind me, and Jessica was standing there. 

She had been watching them the whole time. In fact, she was the one who was 
making them do what they were doing, and when she looked at me, she smiled 
slyly, then spoke. 

"Get undressed and get in the bed with them," she said to me. "I want to see 
what you look like naked, and having your cunt eaten." 

I looked back at the two of them. They were kissing each other's tits now, 
and both of them were dripping with sweat. I looked back at Jessica and 
shook my head no. I got my first demerit then, and Jessica told me to move 
out of the way because she wanted to see what was going on. 

She made me stand there and watch. At one point, she pulled out a dildo that 
she had in the pocket of her jeans and threw it on the bed. She told Pam to 
fuck Helen with it, and Pam did so, quite willingly. 

After they were finished, Pam got dressed, and she and Jessica left the 
room. I started telling Helen how disappointed I was in her, and she kept 
saying that she couldn't understand why. I told her that she had done 
something sinfully disgusting, and she told me I was stuck up. She said I 
should loosen up because one day, someone was going to want my pussy, and if 
I didn't give it willingly, I was going to be taken. 

We didn't talk to each other much after that. But the week was coming near 
an end. Friday night was to be Hell Night, and they hadn't done too many bad 
things to me. 

I had to lick a guys balls while another girl sucked his cock, but nothing 
much worse than that. 

The night of Hell Night is one I'll never forget for as long as I live. I 
was taken by three of the girls, and was told that I was being led to a 
secret chamber where they were going to carry out the Hell Night ceremony. 

They started walking me toward the campus, and as they did, they stopped to 
blindfold me, saying that the place was secret. It was late at night by that 
time, and they started leading me onto the campus. 

We couldn't have gone more than fifteen feet when I heard some guys starting 
to scream. Suddenly, no one was holding me anymore, and the girls I was with 
were yelling at the guys, and telling them to stop hitting them. I knew that 
they were being attacked, and I could hear the sounds of flesh hitting 
flesh, and bodies falling on the floor. I struggled to get my blindfold off, 
but it was on too tight. And by the time I was anywhere near getting it off, 
one guy had grabbed me by the arms and was pulling them behind my back. I 
felt myself being dragged through some bushes, and soon, there were a lot of 
hands all over me, and a lot of voices. 

"We saved the prettiest one for some nice fucking and sucking," I heard a 
gruff voice saying, and my blouse was ripped open. 

"Let's see that pussy," another one said, and my pants and panties were 
actually ripped right off in a number of pieces. 

I was soon completely naked, and my hands were tied. I knew then that I was 
being raped, and I couldn't believe it. I was pushed back on the ground and 
felt the warm wet earth squishing between my buttocks. 

"Who's first?" I heard one-guy say, and I was trying to figure out how many 
of them there were. There seemed to be too many voices to count. 

I felt my legs being spread wide, and then there was this cock being rubbed 
against my cunt. I felt the warm heated flesh, and I started to scream. 

"Please, don't," I yelled. "I can't. Not this way. I can't." 

I heard one guy say that I had to have something in my mouth because I was 
yelling too loud and someone might hear me. I felt something warm and thick 
being rammed into my mouth, and it took me about five seconds to realize 
that it was a cock.-The guy started to thrust his cock in and out of my 
mouth, fast. 

Then, I felt the shooting pain in my pussy. The guy who had been there was 
waiting for the other one to enter my mouth and muffle my screams before 
entering me. He did so with one long thrust, and I felt something bleeding 
inside. 

"She's a virgin," the guy fucking me screamed. "Or at least, she was." 

He thrust in deep, and then waited a few seconds. It was nice of him, I 
guess, because he didn't start thrusting in and out again until the pain had 
subsided. I don't know if he was aware of it or not. 

I was almost gagging on the cock in my mouth, but that didn't make the guy 
slow down or anything. He kept ramming it in the back of my throat. I felt 
hands all over my thighs and tits, pinching my nipples. 

You can imagine how agonizing something like this was to a girl in my 
position. I mean, the mere mention of sex had been taboo in my house, and my 
brother, I started thinking while it was happening, had been right. 

I did have hang-ups, and this was no way to work them out. It was bothering 
me so much, and then, I felt the cock in my mouth starting to shoot its warm 
cream onto my tongue. The guy ordered me to swallow it, and I didn't want to 
argue, because as he spoke, he, or one of the guys, pinched my nipple so 
hard, as if it was a threat. 

The guy was still fucking my cunt, fast, and suddenly, I felt myself getting 
wetter. His cock was twitching inside of me, and I hardly even realized that 
he had come. 

"Next," I heard one voice said, and as soon as the guy between my legs had 
pulled out, I felt another cock ramming its way inside, invading me. 

This cock was thicker than the one that had first fucked me, and I had to 
stretch a great deal to take him in. I thought that he was going to rip 
right through me, but he seemed to have some idea of what he was doing. 

It wasn't until then that I felt something rubbing on my body, and I 
realized that some of the guys were probably on their knees, right around my 
body, rubbing their cocks against my skin. I was beginning to recognize what 
a cock head felt like, because I was now sucking on my second one. 

I thought I heard some rustling in the bushes, and I wondered who could be 
there. If there was anyone else, I wondered why they weren't doing anything 
to help me. 

But I had no chance to ask. There was never a time when there wasn't a cock 
in my mouth, and that prevented me from talking. 

My body felt so used. My ass was getting muddier and muddier because I was 
sweating from all this abuse, and that was making the dirt underneath me 
even wetter than it had been when I was first thrown down. 

And having my arms tied behind my back was not helping matters, either. Each 
time I felt some weight pressed down on my chest, it hurt my arms. 

Now a single rape is not that bad, I've decided. I think it probably must 
leave a girl feeling terrible, of course, but after taking on all the men 
that I had to take on, and feeling cocks of all sizes and shapes, I could 
imagine being able to get through a single rape easily. 

I think I must have had to suck at least seven cocks, although I did lose 
track, and there must have been at least fifteen different guys in my cunt. 
By the time the last one was in there, I was sore, although my cunt was so 
filled with come, that he was able to move around there easily. 

As the last cock exploded in my cunt, and someone hit me in the nose with 
his cock, I felt them all starting to pull back. Then, I heard some more 
rustling in the bushes, and I was sure that they had run away. 

I started to try and work the ropes that held my wrists bound, and upon 
doing it, I discovered that the knot had been tied like a shoelace. All I 
had to do was pull a string and the loops opened, and my hands were free. 

As I moved my body, I noticed how each and every muscle was aching with 
pain. Still, I wanted to get up and leave. 

I took my blindfold off, and that's when I saw them all there. Every girl 
from G.P.S. was standing around me, and there were a lot of guys from the 
fraternity next door. All their cocks were hanging out of their pants, and 
they were all limp. I knew then that those guys had been the ones, and 
everyone was laughing. 

"Congratulations, Jennifer," Jessica was saying, and she was applauding 
louder than anyone else. "You've passed. You're a member." 

I looked down at my abused, sore body, filled with mud, then back up at all 
of them. I could hear their laughing echoing through my brain, and I was so 
upset. I didn't know what to do, and suddenly, I just fainted. 

I woke up in my bed back in the sorority, and Helen was sitting there. 

"You gave us quite a scare," she said to me, and she was acting calm. "I 
should think you would have liked losing your virginity, especially when you 
think of all the different guys that you got to sample." 

"I was raped," I said to her, and the thought of it still made me shiver. 

"Don't be an asshole," she said. "You were initiated, that's all." 

Well, that was what they thought. I stayed in the fraternity, but I was 
holding in all these hostile feelings toward the girls. I really hated them 
for what they had put me through, and I knew I hated them even more when 
Jeffrey asked me out one night and tried to make love to me. 

As soon as he kissed me, and I felt him rubbing his cock bulge against my 
leg, I started to gag so much, that I thought I was going to throw up. He 
continued until I just pushed him off and ran out of his room. I don't even 
know why I had let him take me there in the first place. 

I couldn't function with any boy at school, and that was why I came to see 
you last week, doctor. I thought that if I talked about what happened, and I 
could get someone who would understand the way I felt, it might help me. 

You were so understanding last week, even though you didn't know about this 
rape back then. But last week, I saw my brother again. 

He had joined the Navy, and he came to see me when he had a weekend leave. 
He had a motel room near campus for the weekend,- and I went to see him. He 
looked like a man, tall, well built, and incredibly handsome. 

As we spoke, he pulled out some marijuana and some cocaine. He told me that 
almost all the guys in the Navy do these drugs, and that basically, it's the 
only way most of them are able to get through the day. 

As we started to get higher, me for my first time, I felt him rubbing my 
thigh. I could feel myself getting nauseous again, and when he asked me what 
was wrong, I broke down and started to cry, telling him about Hell Night and 
how I had been raped. 

He was gentle and understanding, and he told me that he was going to try and 
help me work it all out. I said that I didn't know how he could, and he 
explained that if he made love to me, perhaps more tenderly than I had had 
it done before, I wouldn't get sick everytime someone tried again. 

I didn't know if I could let him, but he kept giving me joint after joint to 
smoke, and he went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine. A few 
glasses of wine was what really made me relax enough to let him strip me, 
and then, he moved his mouth down between my legs and started to eat me with 
such love and affection. I could feel him squirming out of his pants, and 
then his hard cock was rubbing against my leg. 

It didn't take him long to make me come, for I was so relaxed by that time, 
and when he started to kiss his way up my body and I felt him moving his 
cock up, I knew that he was going to enter me. 

I must admit that my brother did help me in some ways. My pussy was warm and 
receptive for his cock, and I started to come only a few minutes after he 
had entered me. I looked at the proud expression on his face as he thrust in 
and out, and I could feel my pussy starting to spasm even harder. 

We were both dripping with sweat by the time it was over, and he kissed me 
lovingly again. We spent the night in each other's arms. 

I thought that I was fully cured, until I went back to the sorority house. I 
can't look at the. girls there without getting sick again, because each time 
I look at them, I think of what they saw happening to me, and remember that 
they were all responsible for it. I really think I hate them all, as a 
group. 

CONCLUSION 

The first thing I told Jennifer is that if the girls in the sorority bother 
her, she should quit and move back to the dorms. A girl's sex life at that 
particular age, is very important, and if the girls serve as a hindrance 
rather than a help in Jennifer's coming to grips with her stern upbringing 
and her Hell Night rape, then it is better for her to leave them. 

I also think that her brother might have had good intentions in trying to 
make tender love to her, to help her relieve some of the anguish she felt 
from the rape. However, since Jennifer did have such a stern upbringing, I 
am sure that in the future, she will start having guilt feelings about her 
incestuous affair. 

That is why she needs help now, and I offered her my services if she wants 
to come back in the future. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Lisa C. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Lisa is a short and very attractive young girl with curly black hair and 
high, sculptured cheekbones. When she came to see me she was wearing a tight 
white turtleneck sweater, and the sweater managed to hug her breasts and 
show them off to their fullest. 

She wore a skirt, too, which I found rather odd for a girl of her age. Most 
high school girls tend to dress in jeans nowadays, and when I commented on 
that fact, she told me that she always preferred to dress like a woman, and 
not a man. 

With those as her first words, she started to talk, quite willingly. 

* * * 

If I were ever to tell anyone about the way I was raped by my teacher, I'm 
sure there would be a lot of different consequences. For instance, he could 
get fired, or else he could deny the entire thing and turn it against me. 

I think, though, that I blame the people who are behind giving us the 
regents that we have to take in French, because I figure that if I didn't 
have to take them, then I wouldn't have been worried about how I was doing 
in class, and then I wouldn't have had to ask Mr. Liser for lessons. 

The one thing that I'm happy about, though, and I think it worked out the 
best because of it, is that I wasn't a virgin when the whole thing happened. 
I had met Lloyd in my class, the French one that is, and he took an instant 
liking to me. 

He sat behind me in class, and he had short blond hair. He had just moved to 
New York from California, and he was really scared about taking the class. 
He didn't want to, but it was a requirement. 

Now the reason he was so scared was because he had cheated his way through 
the first few years of French back in California, and he knew that even if 
he cheated his way through this year, there was still that regent to be 
taken at the end of the year. If we failed it, we would have to take French 
over again. 

Lloyd asked me out the first day at school, and I thought he was so cute 
that I agreed to go with him. We ended up back at his place, at about 
ten-thirty, and he told me that his folks were both asleep because they 
worked in the city and had to travel by trains in the morning. They went to 
bed early every night, I soon found out, because after that first night with 
him, I was more than willing to get it on with him every night that we had a 
chance. 

We were sitting on the couch when he first put his arm around my shoulder 
and pulled me close enough to kiss me. I could feel my whole body tingling 
when he pressed his tongue into my mouth, and then he moved his hand between 
my legs. 

I was wearing a dress that night, as I tend to do most of the time, and he 
slid his hand right under my dress and started to fondle my cunt through my 
panties. I could feel my pussy starting to get wetter, and he knew that it 
was happening, too, because my panties were starting to get wet. 

I asked him if he had ever done anything like this before, and when he told 
me that he'd done it a lot, I knew that I should let him fuck me. I wanted 
someone who was experienced, to make up for my lack of experience. 

He started to strip me, fast, and lovingly. I mean, when he opened my blouse 
and took it off, he kissed my tits, sucking on each brown nipple until it 
was perked right up and open to receptive touches. 

He started to flick one back and forth with his tongue while his fingers 
worked at my skirt and pulled it down, along with my panties. 

Then, he kissed his way down my belly, until he was on his knees between my 
legs. He started to lick my pussy, and the thing that I remember liking the 
most about it was when he was exhaling hot breath up my cunt. 

I felt such a warmth then, that I started to come right away. I could feel 
my whole body trembling, and he sucked my juices right out of my pussy. 

I was pinching my own nipples, but then, he started to open his shirt. He 
had thick brown nipples, and I saw how stiff they were. I started to pinch 
them, and he looked up at me and smiled approvingly. 

He slid out of his pants next, and I looked at his thick cock. When he saw 
how fascinated I was by it, he stood up. I was still sitting so that when he 
stood, his cock was inches away from my mouth. He started to rub the 
stiffened head of it against my lips, and I opened my mouth and let him 
slide it in. 

"That's right," he said to me. "That's nice. See how fast we learn." 

He was being real gentle with me, unlike Mr. Liser who attacked me like he 
was some kind of animal or something, and continued, even when I protested. 
Now that's rape. 

But Lloyd fed me his cock gently, and the reason for that, as it turned out, 
was because he didn't want to come in my mouth. He just wanted me to work 
him up a little bit more before he would fuck me. 

As I sucked him, he pulled on my nipples, then bent forward a little more so 
that he was moving his hands to my pussy and massaging my cunt lips. I could 
feel them getting wetter than ever, and I loved how it felt. 

Then, Lloyd pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lie down on the 
couch. As I did, he positioned himself between my legs and started to rub 
his cock head against my pussy lips. He then entered me with one long 
thrust, and I could feel my whole body exploding with pleasure when he did 
that. 

It was such a sensational feeling. I felt the way his balls were hitting 
against my ass each time he thrust deep into my cunt, and looked at how he 
was sweating. I even moved my finger to the middle of his chest and started 
to rub one trickling drop of sweat back into his skin. 

"Move, baby," he was saying, and I started to thrust my hips up and down to 
meet him halfway, so he wouldn't have to do all the thrusting on his own. 

Then he leaned forward and started to kiss me on the lips. His strong chest 
pressed against my tits, and I thought that I was going to faint. That was 
how intense all the pleasure was, and it was something that I had just never 
been used to before. Of course, I wanted it to go on forever. 

I don't know how long it did go on, but there were times when he was 
breathing heavy and he told me to slow down or it would be over. He must 
have done that about four times before he decided that it was time to let 
loose. 

I could feel his cock exploding inside of me, and suddenly, my cunt was ten 
times as wet as it had been. I know that it was because as he came, I 
started to come, too. I loved the fact, and he seemed to love it to, that we 
were able to come together on our first fuck. He kept whispering in my ear, 
telling me how fabulous he felt because that had happened, and even though I 
didn't understand it all then, I do now, and it makes me happy to know that 
we did it. 

You can imagine how much closer Lloyd and I were the next day, and for weeks 
and months to come after that. 

We became a hot item around the school, and one day, after class, Mr. Liser 
asked me to stay so he could talk to me. I had no idea what he wanted to 
say. I walked up to his desk after class, and he looked up at me. 

He had black hair, and was in his forties. I could tell that he would be 
bald pretty soon, because his hair was thin, and he combed in to cover his 
bald spot. 

"Your grades started out rather poorly, and they've been deteriorating ever 
since. I think that Baker boy has been a bad influence." 

"Lloyd. He's had nothing to do with my French grades." 

"He's an extremely stupid student, and I feel he's rubbing off on you." 

"Look, Mr. Liser," I said, "my personal life is none of your concern. If I'm 
doing poorly in French, that's one thing. But don't you go telling me who 
the hell you think is responsible, because that's none of your damn 
business." 

I just turned around and walked out of the room, and it wasn't until I was 
outside that I started shaking. I realized that I had lost my head, and when 
I thought about who I had yelled at, I kept thinking he would hold it 
against me. Lloyd was waiting there for me, and when I told him what Liser 
had said, he told me the man was just jealous. We had a good laugh over that 
one. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Lisa came to see me, she was wearing a low cut blouse, and a 
long skirt. I had to admit that she looked sensational. Although the blouse 
was low cut, there was not much cleavage showing because of Lisa's small, 
but firm breasts. She reminded me, in some ways, of a model for a perfume 
ad. 

Her skirt was long and flowing, and when she sat down, I could see that she 
was wearing high black leather boots. 

She seemed quite eager to talk again this time, so I just let her begin. 

* * * 

When I think back to how Lloyd and I had that laugh over thinking that Mr. 
Liser was jealous, I realize that maybe we shouldn't have laughed. After 
all, we were laughing because the idea of it seemed so funny, and yet, as it 
turned out in the end, it was true. He was jealous of Lloyd, and he seemed 
to have an incredible hostility toward my boyfriend in class. Of course, he 
made us think that it was only because Lloyd was a poor student, and 
couldn't bring his grade up no matter how hard he studied. 

And the reason he started to do so poorly was because Liser would watch over 
him like a hawk whenever he gave a test, so Lloyd couldn't cheat from 
anyone. Meanwhile, since he was concentrating on one person only, the rest 
of the class was cheating their asses off. Really. It just wasn't fair. 

I was doing pretty badly myself, and when I went to see my grade advisor and 
told her that I feared I was going to fail French, she told me that I should 
ask my teacher to help me outside of class. She said that Mr. Liser was a 
kind gentleman, and always willing to help his students. 

You can imagine what the thought of doing something like that was doing to 
me. I didn't want to ever have to talk to that man alone again, but what 
could I do? I wanted to pass my regent and graduate. 

I went up to him one day when Lloyd was sick. I didn't think that I could 
let him know that I was going to ask Liser for help. 

Liser looked at me, rather slyly. I had a feeling that he was thinking I had 
come crawling back to him on my hands and knees. At least that was the 
expression that he had on his face, and I've always been good at reading 
people. 

"When would you like to meet?" he asked, with his suave French accent that 
made me sick. I usually loved French accents, but when you hate the man 
talking, it doesn't matter if he's using an accent that makes you melt when 
others use it. You just hate it then. 

I kept telling him that I wanted to meet after class, or after school, but 
he said that he had a tight schedule. Then he told me that he sometimes 
tutored kids at his apartment on weekends, and although the thought of 
seeing him six, rather than five, days a week made me sick, I knew that 
there was no other way. 

I didn't look forward to Saturday at all. I told Lloyd that I was going into 
the city to meet an old camp friend, and since he had heard me talk about 
camp so often, and how close I was to all the other girls, he thought he'd 
feel out of place. And that was just the way I wanted him to react. 

When I got to Liser's apartment, a huge spacious place in the east thirties, 
I was shocked to find that I was the only one there. 

"I thought there are other students that you tutor," I said. 

"All privately," he said. "You can't tutor a group. It has to be one to 
one." 

We sat down and he opened the French book. He put it on the coffee table so 
that we had to sit close on the couch, in order to read it. I noticed how he 
kept trying to put his arm around me, and I kept pulling away. 

But finally, he did get his arm around me, and he pulled me very close to 
him. 

"Mr. Liser, what are you doing?" I asked. 

And that was when his attack began. He pushed me back on the couch and 
climbed on top of me. He moved his lips to mine and tried to kiss me, but I 
kept turning my head so his lips wouldn't touch mine. 

"You know that you want me, just like I want you," I said to him. 

His fingers were tearing at my blouse buttons, and he got most of them open 
without ripping them. Still, one did roll across the floor, and I had to sew 
it on when I was getting ready to leave, after the rape. 

When my blouse was open, he moved his two hands to my tits and started to 
massage them. My nipples stiffened, but my body sickened. I hated him so 
much. 

I kept trying to kick him in the groin. Lloyd had once told me that if I was 
ever attacked, it would be the easiest way out. But he was pressing his 
stiffened cock and groin against my leg, and I couldn't kick him with any 
kind of force. 

He started to slide my skirt zipper down, and then, he pushed it down, along 
with my skirt and panties. When he saw my naked pussy, he moaned softly. 
Then he slid his fingers down between my legs and rammed them up my cunt. 

"You fucking scumbag," I screamed, because I was dry, and he didn't seem to 
really give a shit about that. He was fingering me hard. 

But when I said that, his mood suddenly changed again. 

Added to his animal lust was a complete, face-reddening anger. He looked 
like he was about to kill me when he lifted his hand and then smashed it 
across my face. 

"Shut your fucking mouth," he screamed. 

He hit me three more times, and that knocked the energy out of me, and gave 
him time enough to stand up and strip off his pants and underpants. I could 
see that his cock was not all that big, even though it was hard. 

I wanted to laugh at him for his puny size. At least it was puny in 
comparison with what I was used to from Lloyd. 

But I sensed that if I laughed, he would really hit me harder than he had 
before. He spread my legs with a tremendous amount of brutal force, then 
rubbed his cock head against my pussy lips. 

"I'm going to fuck you, young lady," he said. "You're going to learn just 
what pleasure is all about from someone who knows." 

He didn't, and I knew it from his entry. 

You see, he had been trying to get me wet, but I wasn't into being fucked my 
him. When you fuck, as Lloyd has told me at least a hundred times over, your 
mind is just as important as your body. If you can't get into the right 
frame of mind, nothing will work. 

You can believe that I was not at all in the right frame of mind to be 
fucked by that man, and so, I was completely dry. 

Still, he rammed his cock into me, and it didn't hurt as much as I had 
thought it would because of his size. But you should have seen what he was 
like when he forced that dick into my cunt. He pressed his body on top of 
mine and then started moving, only from the waist down, humping his ass so 
his cock was thrusting in and out. 

He had the most contented smile on his face, too, as if he was loving the 
whole thing. That made me think that his sex life, up until that point, must 
have been one of the most pathetic things a man could have. If this was how 
he had to get off, raping unwilling girls and fucking dry pussies, then he 
was not what you'd call normal. 

I don't know how long the whole thing lasted, but when he moved his mouth 
back to mine and tried to kiss me, I wouldn't let him thrust his tongue into 
my mouth. Oh, you can believe that he was trying like crazy to do it, but I 
kept my teeth clenched together so that even though he was able to get his 
tongue past my lips, he came up against my teeth and -knew he couldn't get 
in. 

His face was turning red as he thrust in and out, and soon, it was starting 
to hurt. I mean, I was dry for the whole fuck, and he was beginning to chafe 
my pussy walls with his dry, scrawny cock skin. 

"Would you come already, you fucking asshole," I said to him. And that was 
when I felt his cock starting to pulsate. I realized that he got off being 
called names like that. I mean, if he was pulsating, doesn't it follow. 

So I decided to continue, and I went through every curse in the book. 

"Mother fucking asshole. Can't you even get your dick to shoot. Come on, 
shitface. Let's feel your orgasm already. What the fuck is wrong with you?" 

You should have seen how he was smiling more and more as I insulted him, and 
then I felt his come finally shooting into me. I was relieved because 
although I still hated him, and the whole rape, at least his come was lining 
the inside of my cunt, and that felt relaxing, overall. My walls were no 
longer dry and rough, but rather, lubricated. Even if it was with his scummy 
come. 

You should have seen him when it was over, too. He looked at me with such 
love and affection, as if he thought this was the start of something big. I 
just pushed him off me, got dressed, sewed on my button, and left. He was 
trying to come on to me again, but I didn't let him get me down. 

It wasn't until last Thursday, after my first visit here, that Lloyd 
confronted me with things. He had followed me here, and he also asked me if 
I had really seen a camp friend on Saturday. I finally broke down and told 
him what happened, and although he had sympathy for me, he told me that as 
long as it was over, the two of us might as well take advantage of what had 
happened. 

We barged into his office as he was marking our test papers. 

"Lisa told me how you raped her, you son-of-a-bitch," Lloyd said. "We have 
something to tell you, now. We'd better both get a hundred on all tests from 
now on, and you'd better do something to fix up our regents when we take it. 
Because if you don't, your name is going to be shit all over the school, 
understand? Lisa is willing to testify against you, right honey? And you'd 
be out on your ass." 

The next day, we got our tests back. We'd both gotten a hundred. Yippee! 

CONCLUSION 

Although Lisa seemed to suffer at the time of her actual rape, there were 
many factors that, in the end, helped her get over it. The first, of course, 
was her relationship with Lloyd, and the fact that she had learned all about 
sex from him. The second was her ability to put up with her teacher, even 
when he seemed to go crazy on her. Her keeping a clear mind probably helped 
her get through the rape psychologically unharmed. And last, and seemingly 
the most important to Lisa, is the fact that now, she and her boyfriend can 
blackmail their teacher into giving them passing grades. They'll never learn 
French that way, although, I think that they are both experienced enough 
with the only kind of French that counts. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Shari AGE: Eighteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Shari is a black girl with short black hair and a clear complexioned face. 
She had thick brown lips, deep set black eyes, and a pug nose. 

She is quite attractive in her own right, and I noticed that she seemed to 
be wearing a little bit of make-up. She wore what seemed to be the minimal 
amount, for at first I couldn't really tell if she had any on. 

She was wearing a pair of dungarees with a matching dungaree jacket, and a 
tight blouse which revealed curved, large breasts. I noticed, at first, that 
Shari was acting very tough when she came to see me, and I had the feeling 
that she was doing it to try and impress me. Once she realized that 
something like that would do nothing to impress me, however, she stopped the 
acting. 

* * * 

You must think that I'm some kind of asshole, putting on that act the way 
that I did. But I can't help it. You see, I came from out of the city, and 
it's only been about a year now since I've been here. I wish that my family 
never had to move, because it was pretty tough for me to make an adjustment 
from one high school to the other. Also, the schools back where I came from 
were never as tough. 

I've been through so many things since I've been in the city, including a 
rape that turned out to be the most drastic. However, I'm going to tell you 
some other things first, because I suspect that there were certain people at 
school behind the rape, and I want to see if you agree. 

First of all, I should tell you that I'm not a virgin. I was going with this 
guy named Don back home, and we had been making it with each other since we 
were reaching puberty, if you can believe it. 

Don had a pretty large cock, so I had learned how to master fucking with a 
big dick. I didn't really think that there could be a cock bigger than 
Don's, and it had given me some great workouts in my cunt, and my mouth. He 
had taught me how to love the taste of come, so naturally, when I had to 
move, I decided I had to get myself another boyfriend. I couldn't live 
without a guy for more than a few days. 

Coincidentally enough, the guy that I met was also named Don. He was another 
black boy with light brown skin, and he was quite handsome. I didn't come on 
to him. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He sat down next to me in the 
cafeteria, and then he started talking. He was really sweet, and when he 
asked me out that night, I refused. However, he finally talked me into going 
out with him at the end of the week. 

I thought everything was going to be working out great now that I had a guy 
interested in me, but I couldn't have been more wrong. 

You see, Don, as it turned out, was going out with Larissa, one of the 
toughest girls in the school. I didn't know that at the time, of course, but 
I was to find out a day later, in the showers at the gym. 

I was washing the sweat off my naked body, after a good workout on the 
track, when I felt something hitting me. 

I opened my eyes and saw this tough looking girl. She had just slapped one 
of my large tits with her hand, and she was getting ready to slap me again. 

She had larger tits than I had, but that was because they were more fatty 
than anything else. Larissa, however, was not fat at all. It's just that her 
tits were so big that they seemed out of place on her body. Her black 
nipples were thick, and they looked like they were stiff when she hit me. 

"You motherfucker," she said to me. "You fucking nigger motherfucker." 

She slapped me across the face again, and I was getting ready to hit her 
back when I felt someone grab my arms and yank them behind my back. I turned 
around and saw that another girl had grabbed my arms. She was naked, and 
although she was black, she had dyed blonde hair, on her head and her pussy. 

"What's going on?" I asked, getting a little scared now. 

Most of the girls in the shower had stopped washing themselves so they could 
look over and see what Larissa was up to now. They had probably seen shit 
like that a hundred times before, and loved the violence. 

"You got a date with my man Don," she said, in her uppity nigger tone of 
voice. I swear that I hated her from that minute. 

"I didn't know that Don was your man, but if you have any gripes about it, 
don't you think you should talk to him? He's the one who made the date. 
Maybe he's sick of you by now and wants something else." 

She pulled on my nipple, tugging so hard, that I thought she was going to 
pull it right off. I started to scream, but that didn't bring any of the 
others running. She moved her other hand to my other tit, so the pain was 
increased twice as much. 

"Now you take that back, nigger," she said to me. "You take that back and 
you make sure that you break your date." 

I shook my head no. I wasn't going to let some big-titted tough nigger tell 
me what to do because she was threatening me with pain. I should have shook 
my head yes then, to avoid what she did to me next. 

She moved her fingers to my cunt and started to insert them. She started to 
scratch my cunt walls hard, and her fingernails were very long. I could feel 
my skin peeling off under her nails as she scraped her way around, and I 
thought that I was going to faint from the pain she was inflicting. 

I could feel my knees buckling as she continued, but the girl in back of me 
was holding me up, until Larissa pulled her fingers out and they let me fall 
to the ground. 

I was crying by that time, but it didn't stop that tough nigger from kicking 
me in the stomach and laughing. 

"Remember what I said," she told me. "If you don't, I'll get your 
motherfucking ass in one way or another. Remember that. Let's go girls." 

I could see about five of them walking away, and they were all as tough 
looking as that nigger Larissa had been. I could suddenly understand why 
none of the other girls had tried to help me. They only would have risked a 
punch in the stomach, or a kick in the cunt, from one of Larissa's girls. I 
couldn't blame them. 

But I did have a talk with Don that afternoon. I could see Larissa and some 
of her girls hanging out in front of the school, watching as Don and I 
talked. 

I told him what that bitch had done to me that day, and he looked over, then 
walked toward the car where the girls were hanging out. 

I don't know what he said to her, but I could hear her screaming. He was 
yelling back in a few minutes, and then, I saw her slap him across the face. 
He suddenly slapped her back, even harder. 

The next thing I knew, she was pulling a knife out so he wouldn't-hit her 
again. 

"It's over," I heard him yelling, and he started walking back toward me. 

He told me that he had been trying to end his relationship with her for 
about a year now, and that she tried this kind of shit with all the girls 
that he asked out. She was successful, too, because most of them, after some 
scaring from Larissa, were too scared to go out with him. 

He looked so sweet, and I could tell how much he was beginning to hate her, 
so I decided that I was going to be one girl who that bitch wouldn't scare 
off. I decided that no matter what, I would go out with him. 

On Friday, in the lockers, I found a note pinned on mine. 

It was from her, and it was another warning. Then, while I was showering, 
she walked over to me again. She was about to try and abuse my cunt again, I 
could tell, but I was too fast for her. I aimed my knee toward her pussy and 
then smashed it right into her curly black cunt patch. She doubled over in 
pain and I told her that she'd better find herself another guy, because he 
didn't want her. 

"I'll get you for this," she was screaming. 

"Fuck you, cunt," I told her, and as I walked past her, I turned around and 
kicked her in the ass. She went skidding across the shower floor. 

Now maybe I shouldn't have done that, because I think that Larissa and her 
girls were the ones who raped me Friday night, after my date with Don. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Shari came to see me, she was wearing a three piece pants 
suit, and she looked quite mature and feminine. She was not trying to act 
tough with me at all this second time, and I found that it made for a better 
rapport between the two of us when she was being honest and being herself. 

She spoke a little slower this time, especially when she came to the part 
where she was dragged into the alley and beaten. I could see how painful it 
was for her to relive that experience, but she did so quite valiantly. 

* * * 

I'm glad I went out on my date with Don. He was such a gentleman, and he 
ended up having a cock that was as nice as my old Don's had been. He picked 
me up in his car and we went out to dinner. Then we went to a drive-in, and 
that was where he made his move. He leaned over and kissed me, and when I 
started to suck on his tongue, I could feel my pussy getting wet. 

He already had his hands down there, and he was opening my pants and pushing 
them down around my knees. He started to slide his fingers into my panties, 
and I knew that he knew just what he was doing as soon as he felt for my 
clit and began to wiggle it back and forth, gently. I could feel my pussy 
getting even wetter, and that was when he moved his mouth down between my 
legs and started to eat me. 

Meanwhile, I was moving my hand to his pants, rubbing the stiffening bulge 
that I could feel growing there. When he was hard, I pulled down his fly and 
then pulled his cock out of his pants. It was longer than my old Don's, but 
not as thick. 

I don't know how we did it on the front seat of his car, but he managed to 
straddle his cock over my face while he ate my cunt, and in that way, we 
were able to go at each other in the sixty-nine position. 

I could taste some drops of come at the tip of his cock as soon as he was 
rubbing it against my lips, and I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, then 
started to run it up and down his brown cock shaft. 

I loved the way his cock twitched upwards as I ran my tongue along the 
underside of it, and then, I sucked him between my lips. He started to 
thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, and I could soon feel him pulsating 
hard. 

I had already come a few times by then, and he was busy sucking my juices 
out of my hot pussy when he started to come in my mouth. I could taste the 
thick loads of his cock cream shooting onto my tongue, and it was delicious. 
I was so excited that I started to come again hard, and he seemed to love 
it. 

After we had brought each other off once, we sat up and watched the movie. 
Of course, you can believe that we didn't take our hands away from each 
other's genitals. I was feeling his cock grow in my hand, and he was keeping 
my pussy constantly stimulated, and it was always very wet. 

After the first movie, he said he wanted to fuck me, and I was more than 
willing to spread my legs for his long pole. He started to rub it against my 
pussy lips and then entered me with one, long firm stroke. I could feel my 
whole body bursting with pleasure as he thrust in deep, and my pussy started 
to spasm around his cock right then and there. I could feel the heat from 
his solid piece of flesh, and it was running through my entire body and 
making me feel warm and safe. 

We were fucking for the longest time before he started to come inside of me, 
and when he did, he was sweating all over me. I felt his cock shooting thick 
loads of come into my pussy, and I clung to him because I was loving it. 

He kept kissing me and filling me at the same time, and he rested on top of 
me for about a half an hour, after he had come. 

That was one thing my old Don had never done, and I was glad that the new 
one was into some nice afterplay. I can be stroked for a good hour after I 
come, and still feel quite stimulated because of it. 

After the movie, it was kind of late, and Don drove me home. He kissed me 
tenderly before dropping me off in front of my building. 

I was just about to open the front door when I heard some moaning coming 
from the alley. I thought that someone sounded like they were in pain, and 
so, I decided that I had to go there and help. 

I've always been like that. I walked into the dark alley, deeper and deeper. 

Suddenly, I felt something hitting me in the stomach, and my hands were 
grabbed behind my back. They were wrenched tightly together, and a leather 
strap was tied around them so I couldn't pull them apart. 

"Let's get this bitch," I heard a deep voice say. 

"Yes," another one said, and I knew that I was going to be raped then. 

I could feel hands tearing at my clothing, and soon, I was naked. When I 
opened my mouth to try and scream, a gag was stuffed into my mouth. I had 
enough trouble trying to breathe once that thing was in my mouth. 

I was shoved down on the dirty ground, on my back. 

I felt fingers spreading my pussy, and that's when I continued to have my 
suspicions. You see, the nails felt kind of long, and I thought that it had 
to be Larissa and her crew. Then I thought about the voices, and how they 
had sounded. 

Deep, and forced, doctor. It easily could have been the niggers pretending 
that they were men by putting on phony voices. 

But then, another thing threw me off. I could feel something that felt like 
a cock being rammed up my cunt. It was thicker than anything I could 
imagine. I had never thought that any man could have a cock that big. 

I had to muffle my screams on the gag, because it was all I could do. 
However, the cock seemed to be ripping me apart. I was glad that I was still 
a little bit wet from all the petting that we had done in the car on the way 
home, otherwise it would have been worse that ever. 

I could feel the weight of someone's body on top of mine, and it did feel 
like whoever was fucking me, had tits. That's why I'm pretty sure it was a 
girl wearing a strap-on dildo, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn that it 
was Larissa. 

Because it did turn out to be a dildo. I kept wondering why this cock inside 
of me wasn't giving off any heat, and why it didn't seem like it was about 
to come, even though it was fucking me fast and hard. 

There didn't seem to be any pulsations or anything. 

That was when I thought that it was a dildo. A dildo wouldn't serve like a 
real cock, and not only that, but a dildo could easily be made as big as 
this cock inside of me was feeling at the time. That would have explained 
its size, too. 

It was a brutal, agonizing size for any girl to have to take in. 

I didn't come at all during the fucking, even though I was getting a little 
bit wetter. I don't think that the intentions of the rapist and his or her 
cohorts was to make me come. It was just to bring me pain, and they did. 

And the thing that pretty much confirmed my dildo thesis in my mind was when 
the cock started to pull out. It had never come, and it was just as thick as 
it had been when I first felt it enter me. 

I was relieved when it was pulled out, and then, I felt myself being rolled 
over. The leather strap was taken off my wrists, and I was kicked in the ass 
at least a dozen times. Some of the people were wearing boots, and those 
boots had taps on the bottom, so you can imagine how hard that felt. 

Then, I heard them all running away. Since I was in the deepest darkest part 
of the alleyway, and they were running toward a lighter area, I was able to 
make out the backs of some of them in the shadows. 

Some of them looked like they could have been girls, although I don't think 
I'll ever really know for sure. 

I struggled to get up and dressed, then managed to get home. I washed all 
the blood and dirt off myself, happy that my parents were already asleep. I 
would have hated for them to get up and see what I looked like. 

But I was hurting inside for the longest time, and I felt as if the entire 
world was against me. I didn't want to talk to Don for the rest of the 
weekend, even though he kept trying to call. Of course, there was nothing 
that I could do about avoiding him in school on Monday. He sensed that 
something was wrong, and I told him all about what had happened to me Friday 
night. 

I even told him that I suspected it was his ex-girlfriend and her cronies, 
and although he told me that she could never do anything like that, I don't 
think that he even believed that himself. He just seemed to be saying it to 
try and appease me. 

However, I did see him go up and talk to her after he spoke with me, and he 
seemed pretty angry with her. I don't know what he said to her again, but 
all I know is that she's never bothered me since that Monday. 

I've been seeing Don steadily now, and although I have an enemy in Larissa, 
she's a silent enemy now. She's never tried to do anything to me, and I 
always get the feeling now that she's trying to avoid me. 

Don always sees me to my front door now, too. And sex with him is better 
than it's been with anyone. He was so understanding after my rape, and maybe 
that's the reason why I get off with him. Or maybe, if he knows for a fact 
that Larissa and her friends were responsible, he might feel a little guilty 
and so he might be trying extra hard to please me. I really don't care which 
is the reason. 

It's the end results that makes me happy, and our fucking has been great. 

CONCLUSION 

I am glad that Shari was able to adapt so well to what happened to her, but 
I think that her incredible amount of intellect and reasoning were solely 
responsible for her coming through with flying colors. 

Rather than fight back, she submitted to her attackers, which saved her a 
lot of anguish, I'm sure. And instead of just lying there, she was trying to 
figure out clues so she could know who was responsible. 

I tend to agree with her suspicions, but since Larissa is no longer 
bothering her and she has recovered, there is no reason to even think about 
it anymore. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Ali N. AGE: Nineteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Ali is a stunning blonde-haired girl, who wears her hair cut in the fashion 
that recently became popular when a certain television personality achieved 
fame, by wearing her blonde hair in that tossed shag cut. 

Although the television star in question is beautiful, I can honestly state 
that Ali is as least ten times as beautiful, with her more perfect features 
and figure. 

When she came to see me she was wearing a loose fitting sweater and tight 
slacks, and I had the feeling that she purposely dressed to show off her 
shapely figure. But then again, if a girl has a figure like Ali's, she 
should show it off. 

* * * 

The last year and a half of my life has been the most incredible time of my 
life. Up until the age of seventeen, nothing was happening to me. Now when I 
say nothing, I am talking only about sex. The reason for that is because 
once I learned about sex, and what pleasures my body was capable of 
achieving, I just can't get enough of it. It reached a point where I even 
raped a man because he was the only man around and I was desperate to feel a 
cock inside of me, filling me like a cock should. 

I don't know why I get those urges sometimes, but I'll tell you everything. 

I was sixteen when my mother died, and it was one of the saddest things that 
ever happened to me and my father. I kind of took my mother's place as far 
as the work in the house went. I would rush home after school to clean up 
and make my father's dinner. 

I don't even remember what caused him to rape me when I was seventeen. I 
know that he was drunk that night when he came home from work, and I know 
that it must have had a lot to do with the way I was dressed. 

You see, I had been going through some of my mother's clothing, and I had 
come across this sheer, almost see through blouse that she had once owned. I 
had put it on and was wearing it when my father came home from work. 

He took one look at me and went crazy. Now I have to admit that when he 
first threw me down, I was prepared for what was going to happen. 

Don't think me a dirty little girl, doctor, but the truth of the matter is I 
had been having fantasies about my father fucking me ever since I was 
little. I had seen him and my mother in their bedroom a few times, right in 
the middle of their fucking, and I had not only been intrigued, but turned 
on. 

My father started to kiss me on the lips as he ripped at the beautiful 
blouse I was wearing. He literally ripped it into pieces, probably because 
he not only wanted to get to my naked flesh, but also because he didn't want 
me to ever wear it again. 

My large tits were heaving up and down, and I could smell the liquor on his 
breath when he moved his, mouth down to my tit. He started to nibble at my 
pink nipple, and I could feel it stiffening in a second. His leg was 
grinding between my legs, and my pussy was starting to get wetter and 
wetter. 

I wanted to beg him to fuck me already, but thought that I should wait. 

I had a feeling that he wouldn't like it if I begged him, and I sensed that 
he was going to go all the way anyway. I could feel his cock bulge pressing 
against me, and that dick of his obviously wanted me. 

He started to kiss his way down my belly, and he-pulled off my pants and 
panties at the same time. He moved his mouth to my pussy and started to eat 
me; spreading my cunt lips with his two thumbs and flicking his tongue deep 
into me. 

He started to suck on my clit, and I was going crazy. I humped my pussy up 
and down against his face, and he kept sucking and sucking, and I started to 
come in less than a minute. I fed his face as he lapped my juices. 

He was moaning the entire time, and when he lifted his mouth, I could see 
all my pussy cream rolling down his chin. 

As he looked at me, he started ripping off his shirt. I loved his black 
hairy chest and his stiff nipples. I couldn't wait to see his cock. 

When he finally got his pants off, I could see how thick he was. His dick 
was sticking straight up and pointing toward me, and he looked so proud as 
he looked down at himself, then back up at me. He could see how much I liked 
him. 

He rammed himself into me with one long thrust, and I could feel my whole 
body exploding with pleasure. His cock really filled me up, and it stretched 
me. The only thing was, I didn't feel him ripping my hymen, and that was 
good, I guess. My mother had told me all about sex before she died, and she 
had told me how some girls lose their hymen before the first time, and how 
those girls were the lucky ones. Then she went on to describe the bloody 
pain that went along with that first time, and it sounded awful. When I felt 
no pain, I was quite happy. 

My father thrust in and out of me a few times, and I was feeling myself on 
the verge of coming. But then, all of a sudden, I could feel his cock 
pulsating and I felt myself getting wetter as he started to shoot his cream 
into me. 

Two seconds later, his cock was shrinking, and all the pleasure I had felt 
on the rise suddenly subsided. It was not the great fuck I had been 
anticipating it would be, and when he started to pull away, I grabbed his 
cock. 

"Do it again," I said. "I didn't get off that time, daddy. Do it again. I 
want to feel your cock filling me and making me come." 

He looked at me, and suddenly, it was as if he had sobered up. The 
expression on his face changed, and he looked like he was feeling disgusted 
and guilty at the same time. He slapped me across the face and I dropped his 
dick. 

He pulled his pants up and started to leave. 

He didn't come home again that night, and you can imagine that I must have 
felt like shit. I felt as if I was responsible, even though he had been the 
one who had attacked me first. However, I learned something that night, and 
it got me through the entire night. 

I learned how to masturbate. You see, I could still feel this incredible 
longing in my cunt, and I started to slide my fingers in and out of my 
pussy. I could feel them rubbing over my clit, and when my clit started to 
tingle, I knew that I was going in the right direction. I continued to work 
my fingers in and out, and soon, I was feeling the pleasures shooting 
through my body. 

It was much more fulfilling than my father's fast fuck had been, but I was 
determined for us to give it another try. 

The next day, I made myself up before he came home. I had a picture of my 
mother right in front of me, and I did my hair and my make-up the way she 
used to do hers. By the time I was finished, I looked like a younger version 
of her. 

My father came home drunk again that night, and he seemed shocked by the way 
I looked. I started to undress in front of him, and he was getting hornier 
and hornier by the minute. I could see him rubbing his cock through his 
pants, and when he pulled it out, I lay back and spread my legs. 

He came just as he entered me, and you can imagine how that made me feel. I 
hadn't even begun to work myself up, and it was over already. 

I kept playing with his cock, begging him to get hard again. 

That's when he seemed to come out of his drunken stupor again, and he pulled 
back and started running toward his room. 

"Wait," I said, getting up and running after him. "There's nothing wrong 
with what we're doing. Daddy, wait." 

I flung his bedroom door open and saw him lying on his bed, crying. I moved 
closer to him, and when I tried to touch his cock, he slapped my hand away. 

"You're bad. You're evil. I've got to get you out of this house." 

I couldn't believe what he was saying, and I thought that he was just 
talking like that because he was drunk. I left his room and forgot all about 
it. However, the next day, when he came home, he showed me the papers. 

He had enrolled me in a private girl's school upstate in New York, and he 
told me that he was sure I could straighten out up there. 

But my adventures were soon to increase once I laid eyes on the gardener. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

The second time Ali came to see me, she seemed a little bit upset. When I 
asked her what was wrong, she told me that she had just heard from her 
father and that he was planning to get remarried. 

I tried to explain to her that her feelings for her father were indeed, 
quite unnatural, and that she should have been happy at the news. But no 
matter how much I tried to convince her, I could not change the jealous 
feelings she had. 

* * ` 

At first I thought I was going to hate the school upstate, especially 
because it was filled with girls. All I could think about, at the school, 
and even on my way up when I took the bus, was cocks. 

I looked at men on the bus and wondered what their cock would look like and 
how large it would be, and how it would fill me. 

I met a few of the girls that first night, but they all seemed to be boring. 
I also met Lily, the woman who ran the school. She was sweet, if not old and 
matronly looking. I was bored at the start. 

But then, the first night, I was sitting and writing dirty things in my 
diary when I looked outside and saw a handsome young man standing in the 
garden. I asked my roommate who he was, and she said that he was the 
gardener. 

His name was Hans, and he was Swedish. He was only twenty-five, and spoke 
very little English. 

"I think he's having something with Lily," she said to me. 

I couldn't stop thinking about Hans all that night. In fact, I ended up 
masturbating as I thought about what he would be like naked, with his fair 
Swedish body and his long cock. Of course, the cock part was all fantasy. 

I went down to see him the next day, but he seemed rather cold and 
withdrawn. In some ways, he reminded me of my father. 

Well, doctor, my eighteenth birthday was getting nearer and nearer, and I 
kept thinking to myself that I was going to have to get myself fucked on 
that special of special days. I would have to. I was not going to lead a 
celibate life. 

I didn't tell any of the girls about my birthday, although I had mentioned 
it to Hans a number of times. He acted like he didn't hear me. 

:tad seen him going to this small cabin in s the back of the school grounds. 
That was where he supposedly lived. 

The night I turned eighteen was when I decided to rape him. I waited until 
we were supposed to be in bed, with all the lights out, and even after Lily 
had checked to make sure we were all in. 

Then I snuck out of my room and ran into the back. There was a small light 
on in his room, and I could see him doing exercises in front of the mirror. 
He was completely naked, and I couldn't get over his body. His cock was 
short and thick, although, when I did see it hard later, it was much longer. 
He had curved ass cheeks, and overall, bulging muscles everywhere. 

I didn't know how to approach him, so I waited for him to shut off the light 
and then get into his bed. Then, I opened his door quietly and snuck into 
the room. I moved toward the bed where he was sleeping. 

He hadn't pulled any covers "over himself, and I immediately grabbed his 
semi-hard cock in my hand as I kneeled beside him. 

He sat up immediately and looked at me. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, his English choppy and broken. 

"Rape is the word, Hans," I said. "It's my birthday and I want you." 

I could see that he was a little scared, and although he tried to push me 
away, I wouldn't let go of his cock. I knew that if I held his cock in my 
hand and kept it as hard as I had made it, I would have complete and total 
control over him. 

He started to moan when I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to 
suck it between my lips. It was the first time I had ever done anything like 
that, but I had dreamed about it often enough to know that I wanted to do 
it. 

I moved my mouth all the way down to his groin and inhaled deeply. His blond 
pubic hair was dripping with sweat, and the fragrance was just sending me 
into heaven. I pulled his hand between my legs and made him finger my cunt. 

Then, I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, and I started to suck 
even harder. I was soon tasting his come on my tongue, and his whole body 
was spasming as he released all that thick cream from his dick. 

He seemed to try and get away after that, but I climbed on the bed and moved 
my cunt next to his mouth. 

"You should know how to eat pussy," I said to him. "For my birthday." 

I pulled his head up and pulled him so close to my cunt, that he could 
either eat me or suffocate to death. He chose the former, and went about 
eating me like an expert, with timed tongue flicks and good clit play. 

Meanwhile, I was holding my hands behind my back and playing with his cock 
and balls. I could feel how thick and heavy his balls were, and the more I 
rubbed him, the harder he was starting to get. I knew that once he was hard, 
I was going to sit on his cock and fuck myself good. 

I had planned it that way for a reason. I thought of those times when my 
father had fucked me, and how he had been on top, thrusting as fast as he 
wanted so that he came before I had a chance to work myself up. 

I decided that it wasn't going to happen with this Swede. 

When his dick was hard, and it was at least three oral orgasms later for me, 
I started to slide down his body. 

I lifted my ass up and then lowered myself on his cock. It was heaven. 

I could feel my whole body exploding. His cock was thicker than my father's 
had been, and with me in control, it was the greatest thing I could imagine. 
I started to move up and down on his cock, and I could feel his dick rubbing 
my clit and making me spasm and juice up continuously. 

I lifted him to a sitting position so he could eat my tits. 

I didn't let him come for almost an hour, and by that time, I had come about 
three times more, all because of this super fuck. I could feel his cock 
pulsating a number of times, but I would slow down when it happened. 

I finally let him come in my cunt, and I felt him shooting thick creamy 
loads. It was so warm, wet and wonderful, that I started to come again as he 
came. I was glad that even when his cock went limp, it was still big enough 
to sit in my cunt peacefully and rest there. But we didn't fuck again that 
night. 

But it was a night that I'll always remember. 

I didn't think that anything would come of it, because by the next day, he 
was avoiding me again, the same way he always had. I noticed that Lily was 
giving me strange looks, too, and I wondered if she knew. But then I thought 
that she couldn't possibly know. Even if she did make it with Hans, I was 
sure that he wouldn't tell her what had happened, most likely because he had 
been too scared. 

One weekend, my roommate went home, and that was the weekend that Lily 
approached me and confronted me with what I had done. 

She walked into my room without knocking, and looked at me. 

"You made him fuck you one night, didn't you?" she asked. 

There was no sense in denying it, and I told her, outright, that I had. I 
told her the reason, too, and she smiled. 

"Happy birthday to you," she said, and she opened the door again. 

Hans was standing outside in the hall, and she let him into the room. She 
commanded us both to strip, and I did so more willingly than he did. Then 
she stood next to him and started to rub his cock, as if to tantalize me. He 
was fully hard by the time he had stripped, and she had full control of him. 

"Do you want him?" she asked, and I shook my head yes. "Well, there are some 
things I want you to do for me before I let you take him." 

"What?" 

I couldn't get over what she did next. She started to strip off her robe, 
which was all she had been wearing, and I could see that she wasn't wearing 
a stitch of clothing underneath. Her black pussy hair was already wet, and 
her lips looked wet, too. 

She beckoned me closer, then pushed me down on my knees, right in front of 
her. I immediately turned my mouth to Hans's cock, but she turned my head 
back and pulled it right up to her cunt. 

"I want you to eat me now," she said, and I could smell her pussy. 

I had never done anything like that before, and I figured that if I did, she 
would keep her promise and let me have Hans. 

I looked at him and saw that great looking dick between his legs. I could 
feel it rubbing against my shoulders at times, and that made me want him 
even more. I started to lick her pussy, thinking about his cock the whole 
time. 

She moaned and groaned as I flicked my tongue in and out of her tight box, 
and I had to wait a while before her pussy lips got wet enough to part and I 
could work my tongue into her with ease. 

She grabbed my head and started to hump her pussy back and forth against my 
mouth. I could feel her pussy wetness building up each time my lips touched 
her cunt, and at one point, I grabbed her sweet ass cheeks and pulled her 
close and held her there. 

"Yes," she was moaning. "Yes, yes, yes." 

I felt her explode and I started to suck her juices into my mouth. I liked 
the way they tasted very much, and it was turning me on a great deal. I kept 
sucking at her cunt until she was coming out of the orgasm. 

"Now I want him," I said to her, and I grabbed Hans's cock right out of her 
hand and pulled him over to the bed. 

I lay down on my back and pulled him close enough so that his cock was 
rubbing against my cunt lips. He entered me and I was already coming. 

I kept looking at Lily while he fucked me, for I could hear her moaning the 
whole time. What I saw was this older woman masturbating herself into a 
frenzy while the boy was fucking me blind. 

And he was a good fuck, too, even though he was on top. I mean, he knew well 
enough to slow down himself. It was different from the way it had been with 
my father, and it was much better, too. He must have been fucking me for a 
good hour before he felt the need to shoot his cream into me. 

I was exhausted from the fuck, and the two of them left. 

The next day, however, Lily came to see me in my room. She was only wearing 
her robe, and as she sat on my bed and it opened a little bit, I could see 
that she was naked underneath again. 

"You had fun?" she asked me, smiling, almost motherly. 

"Yes. I think that Hans is sensational. He's a beautiful man with a 
beautiful body and a cock like dynamite." 

She started to pull my hand between her legs, and I let her. 

CONCLUSION 

It is easy to understand why Ali felt an insatiable urge to have the 
gardener Hans. Her two sexual experiences up until that time had been 
completely unsatisfying because her father had come before she could get 
worked up. 

In some ways, she turned into a nymphomaniac, although it is only a slight 
case. However, she still needed to have her urges filled. 

The arrangement that she worked out in the end, satisfying the woman who 
runs the school in return for having Hans satisfy her, seems to be fine for 
Ali at this point in her life. I did warn her that I think she could easily 
get into making love to a woman if she continues such activity, even though 
she is sure she is not a lesbian. I told her that a person can never be sure 
of anything. 


GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As we have seen, young girls are especially vulnerable to rape and all its 
horrible after effects. When they are confused and overwhelmed by their 
feelings and the sick ideas of others, they can be plunged into a world of 
terrifying guilt. 

Darcy L. could only do what the boys wanted because she was so lonely that 
she was willing to do anything for friendship. 

Marcia S. made the mistake of thinking that things like sex are not on a 
young, self-centered and spoiled rich man's mind. 

Angela M. tragically was rejected by a family that didn't care and thrust 
into an institution that was meant only to house her for awhile. 

Willow K. was torn between love and shame and could not separate the two 
long enough to understand what was happening to her. 

These girls, like many others, are victims of a cruel and uncaring society 
that doesn't seem to want to spend the time to help them. It is tragic and a 
pitiful waste we must try and stop from happening again. 


THE END
