Forced Sex: Young Victims Of Rape And Terror
by Anonymous


INTRODUCTION 

	The study of the phenomenon of rape is something that has plagued mankind 
ever since there have been a man and a woman in the world. It is something 
that has existed ever since there was man and something that will probably 
be with us for many, many years to come still. 

	The reasons and the root causes for this phenomenon are not completely 
known as of yet. But each day, as more and more evidence is being gathered 
by the research scientists and more people come out in the open and declare 
the fact that they have been raped, we will find ourselves approaching 
closer to the explanations. 

	One great problem that the society has at this point is the reluctance of 
victims to come out and openly proclaim to the authorities and to doctors 
such as myself that they have been raped and that they would like help. 

	If people refuse to admit to the authorities that they have been raped then 
how can anyone make a study so as to get to the roots of the problem? 

	This is something that requires the co-operation of all the population and 
something that cannot be left to someone else to do. 

	I have found more rapists who were willing to talk about their problems and 
their rapes than rape victims. This is an odd turn of events indeed and 
something which I think indicates just what and how people are thinking. 

	If a rapist is not afraid to come out and admit that he is a rapist then 
why should the victims, be afraid? 

	It is something that puzzles me to this day and always will. For this very 
reason I have decided to compile this block of interviews from the 
standpoint of the rapist. 

	I hope that you will find it enlightening and that some bits of knowledge 
will drop into your heads. I can only hope that after reading this book you 
will come away feeling a little more secure in yourself and a little more 
appreciative of the difficulty involved in getting to the heart of the 
matter. 

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	CASE HISTORY ONE 

	Name: Alfred P. Age: Thirty-Two 

	Interview One 

	Alfred was young, handsome, slender build. He has quick blue eyes and a 
charming smile. If you met him on the street, you would never imagine that 
this young man has a police record that dates back from the time he was 
fourteen. Alfred comes from a broken home. His father was a heavy drinker 
and his mother lost her inclination to better herself or her children after 
her twelfth son was born. Alfred was one of the children in the middle; he 
doesn't seem quite sure because his father never did record the births with 
the authorities until it became necessary to apply for aid. 

	Fred is cheerful. He is well liked by the doctors and nurses here at the 
hospital. It was quite a surprise to find him in such good spirits after 
reading the reports of his case. 

	Alfred made a joke at our first meeting and he shook hands firmly, stood 
waiting for me to ask him to sit down and thanked me politely. He sat up 
straight and conducted himself in a manner that expressed calmness. He acted 
as if he was making a Saturday visit to his family doctor. 

	Fred raped a woman and left her brutally beaten. She was hospitalized and 
at the time of this taped interview, her disposition was not known except 
that she remained on the critical list. 

	"How are you feeling, Alfred." 

	"Fine. I feel fine-why?" 

	"You look in very good condition. I thought that perhaps you might talk to 
me." 

	"About the broad? Sure-why not-I talked to everybody else." 

	"There might be something that you have overlooked. Now I want you to relax 
and say what comes to mind. The only time I'll interfere is when I feel you 
are drifting away from the case." 

	"Okay. Well-if you've looked at the reports, then you know my background. 
I'm not a rapist-I mean if that isn't the right word then I don't always go 
around raping broads you know. So get that idea out of your head." 

	"Yes. I know. But you do have a record of convictions for burglary dating 
back to the time you were fourteen. Do you feel that anything you could say 
about your younger days might have some bearing on your present behavior?" 

	"Maybe-I don't know. You're supposed to be the doctor-What the hell-Life's 
a big bad dream anyway and who knows all the things that happen and why? I 
usually rob joints. This is the first time I-I, Uh-ever touched a broad. But 
she was asking for it. Don't you kid yourself mister. She was asking for it 
alright. I come in there-into the room and she was sitting in a negligee. 
She looked tipsy to me." 

	"Do you mean that she was awake when you broke in?" 

	"Damned right. She was sitting there on the edge of her bed and drinking 
something. I think it was whiskey. Of course I was pretty shocked and I 
wanted to jump out that damned window-would've too except she asked me not 
to go-have a drink, she says. Stupid me. I drink with her. How about a 
little kiss, she says. Stupid me-I kissed her. Well one thing leads to 
another. Next thing I knew, I was touching her and she hit me. I put my hand 
on her tits and she hit me. Who the hell you think you are, she says. A lady 
can't invite a man to drink without him getting fresh-taking advantage, she 
says. So I hit her. 

	Not really hard-just slapped her a little bit. But she got hysterical then 
and threatened to call the cops. I tried to reason with her. I didn't touch 
nothing yet and it was she invited me to drink. Well-she's a bitch and says 
she's going to tell the cops I beat her and raped her." 

	"What did you do then?" 

	"I figure if she's going to tell that to the cops, I'm going to get out 
while the gettin's good. So I start out of that joint-by the door instead of 
the window and she opens her yap and starts to holler for help. Well-I 
turned right on her-dove into that apartment and let her have one right in 
the mouth. I punched her and you should have seen the look of surprise on 
her face." 

	"Alfred, tell me what else happened. Why are you laughing?" 

	"You should've seen her face. You talk about surprise-I almost lost my fist 
in her mouth it was open so wide. Anyway-I let her have it in the stomach 
too. Well it didn't make me feel too good to look at her lying there on the 
floor so I tried to help her up but she scratched me right here-on the neck. 
Then she slaps me on the cheek and calls me a no good bastard. Well that got 
me pretty goddam mad and I guess I lost my control then. She starts yelling 
about rape-that I raped her and all that shit so I really let her have it- 

	We rolled around on the floor and her negligee comes undone-Man! Tits all 
over the place. You should have seen her. I ain't seen tits like 
that-perfect, I tell ya. Round, white-a little freckles and there and two 
thick rosy nipples just beggin to be sucked-Well I get my hands full of her 
hot flesh and I mean she is hot. She squirms and fights me off-next thing I 
know is that flimsy rag is torn off her back and she naked now, rolling 
across the floor and I'm grabbing tits and buttocks and then cunt-Her cunt 
is burning hot and moist and then I realize my cock is like steel in my 
pants and if I don't get it out soon it's going rip right through-In a flash 
I got my pants off and my cock is rubbing her legs as we roll and I kind of 
get the idea that she's not really fighting anymore-Until I try to put my 
prick in her. Man! 

	She start trying to kick my balls and grab my cock. I had to hit her again 
but she didn't stop. She got me too. Don't ask how but she got me by the 
balls and she was going to yank them off. At least she would have if I 
hadn't let her have it again-I punched her in the mouth and the next one 
missed completely. She ducked back and I carried forward and hit her in the 
shoulder. She let me go though. Guess it didn't matter. She tried to kick me 
and I hit her again. 

	She was laying on the floor twisting and crying she was in pain and 
suddenly something pushed me-like a big hand in my back just shoved me 
forward and next thing I know, I got my cock into her cunt. 

	She whimpered and begs me to let her go and I ram my thick cock deep in her 
then. She arches her back, thrusts them beautiful white tits up and I 
couldn't resist kissing and sucking them. She tried to get away so I bit 
down into her nipples until she screamed and then I tasted her blood but her 
screams died out soon. She was gasping for air and twisting her body and the 
thrills exploded in my cock until I thought I would go right out of my mind. 
It was good-I mean, I had a lot of broads in my time but she was good. 
Imagine how it would've been if she wanted it. 

	Anyways, she's twisting, pumping them wide, soft hips around and up and 
down and my cock slipping in and out and the thrills are rolling over me 
like a burning ocean and then I blew up-I never came so much in my life-I 
must have shot that broad so full that she was goings to drown. 

	She started screaming and yelling and pulling away, trying to hit me again 
and I had to punch her a couple of times to get her to shut up. I didn't 
hear the people banging at the door and the broad kept it up. So I pulled my 
belt off my pants and started with that. She quieted a little. I remember 
that was when I noticed the wide, red marks on her breasts and her belly and 
legs. She was all balled up and whimpering like a little animal and then the 
door broke open and all them people rushed in. Somebody hit me and I was out 
until I woke up here at the hospital." 

	"How are you feeling now, Alfred?" 

	"Fine-I feel great-why?" 

	"Did anyone tell you about the young lady?" 

	"No. What about her?" 

	"She's in pretty bad shape." 

	Alfred looked down for the first time. His smile faded and he folded his 
hands, manipulated his fingers nervously then. 

	"I didn't think about that. I mean she isn't going to die or anything 
right? I didn't hurt her that bad." 

	"She is in very serious condition. The doctors are keeping extremely dim 
hopes that she will recover. Doesn't it make you stop and think-don't you 
want to know why it all happened the way it did?" 

	"Sure. Sure. I told you before-that's why I'll answer your questions and 
help all I can. 'This is the first time I-I ain't never done anything like 
this." 

	"Why did you hesitate just then?" 

	"What do you mean?" 

	"You stopped when you were telling me you never did this before. Why did 
you stop?" 

	"I don't know. I didn't even notice. What are you trying to pull? I didn't 
say nothing and you're trying to make something out of it. You're just like 
the rest of them." 

	"Why do you say I'm like the rest of them? Who do you mean, Alfred-the 
police-the other doctors?" 

	"Them-I don't know-the police and the doctors I suppose." 

	"There's more to this Alfred. You aren't being honest with me. And worst of 
all, you aren't being honest with yourself or the girl. Do you want this to 
happen again?" 

	"Ha! You are a real joker aren't you Doc? Once they get me on trial, a jury 
will hang my ass. If they don't do that, then they're going to put me away 
for a long time and I bet there ain't many women there either. So that's a 
crazy question. No. This is the only way-I got to be proven crazy so they 
don't hang me." 

	"Is that the only reason you consented so eagerly to this interview. You 
think the results can prove you're crazy and that will protect you-keep you 
out of prison Alfred?" 

	"What's wrong with that? A hospital is better than a jail any time." 

	"Let me warn you Alfred. If you're found sane, then you will be tried and 
perhaps given a light sentence for assault. That is, if you can prove the 
woman lured you on. And that shouldn't be too difficult. The police found 
she has a wild reputation in the building. You weren't the first. On the 
other hand, if you are found insane, you will be put in an institution 
without trial. How would you like that? Well then-suppose we schedule 
another interview for tomorrow and get this cleared up?" 

	"I didn't know that. I really didn't understand that's how it works. Okay. 
I'll do it." 

	Fred was taken back to his cell in the security ward of the hospital. I 
consulted with the doctors in control of the case and they all agreed that 
he had been hiding behind a mask. Alfred was going along with us in order to 
be pronounced insane. He thought that by doing so, he would not have to 
stand trial. He told me before he left that he had figured maybe he' would 
be locked up for a few months but when they found him progressing so well, 
he would be released again. 

	The doctors agreed that we should have another interview with Alfred. 
However, as the previous transcript shows, I did not destroy the tapes of 
the first interview. It was to provide a clue into Alfred's true 
personality. There was a new side of him developing that not even he was 
aware of. 

	Alfred's behavior toward women had always been a bit coarse by his own 
admission. But he had never resorted to violence. But as we shall see, his 
hesitation when I asked if he had ever raped a woman before this, proved to 
be a sign that he was hiding something from us both. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	On the second day, Alfred didn't seem quite as calm as the day before. He 
was preoccupied, avoided looking me straight in the eye. It was quite some 
time before I felt that he would be at ease enough to discuss anything with 
complete candor. I asked a few preliminary questions dealing with the 
weather, local baseball scores and the news reports to put him at ease. In a 
few moments, the worried lines faded from his face and he smiled at me. 

	"Yesterday you hesitated when questioned about the rape itself. You didn't 
seem quite so sure that you have never committed an act like this in the 
past. If there is any doubt in your mind, tell me now." 

	He hesitated for a few moments and it seemed that he was reflecting on what 
he had already told me. After a few minutes, his face grew serious and he 
spoke with a dry, steady voice. 

	"I was about thirteen I guess. There was a party in the 
neighborhood-somebody's birthday or something. I'm not sure. Anyway, I took 
a friends sister. She was around the same age and had been staying with an 
aunt-quite a way from us as I recall. Anyway, she was stacked-I mean she had 
pretty big tits, hard looking with sharp nipples and every girl in the place 
envied her and every guy had wished he was me. 

	We did okay. I danced a little and it was enough to get her close, push her 
into a dark corner. Them tits rubbed on me and I knew damned well she didn't 
have any kind of bra on. Just them hot little nobs rubbing into me and 
getting all prickly. She acted a lot older than the other girls and when she 
danced, she pushed her body up hard against me. 

	Well, my cock was hard as stone in a few seconds and I was embarrassed as 
all hell. But she didn't mind. She just smiled at me and pushed her belly 
into me, slipped her thigh between my legs and rubbed all over me. We kissed 
then. It was the first time I ever French kissed a girl. Her tongue was hot 
and wet and squirmed in my mouth. I tell you I was a little afraid at first. 
I never had a girl kiss like that with me. And her hands slid up and down my 
back. She let her nails trace little deep lines on my back and the sparks 
flew. The sparks really flew. My cock was standing rigid under my pants and 
I know she could feel it. I mean her cunt was jammed right up against it and 
all and her tits rubbing my chest while her fingers scratched at my back. It 
was too much. 

	I suggested we go for a walk outside in the yard. The kid had a big yard 
with grass and trees out back. It was big enough so that you could get away 
from the crowd and it would be hard for them to find you right away if you 
didn't want them too. The bush was pretty thick there. 

	I remember how she smiled, flashing her pretty white teeth and licking her 
lips. She winked at me, rubbed up against me again and called me a slick 
devil. 

	We slipped out of the house and went to the brush, back to a spot where all 
the guys hid secret stuff they had. Well, it was nice at first. The girl 
kissed with me, Frenched me a little more and I think she even put her hands 
on my cock or at least on the big lump in my pants. Well it felt wonderful. 
I settled down to some serious kissing and the next thing I knew, she was 
squirming away, trying to pull away from me. I had my hand up her sweater 
and squeezed her hard, hot tits and I had been right about her being naked 
under her sweater. 

	She begged me to stop but in a way that women have of saying stop it, I 
love it-I squeezed her tits and pinched those hard nipples until her skin 
was red and she was gasping for air. Then I pulled her sweater up a little 
and kissed her dark looking tits. Her skin was hot and dry and she started 
to whimper and squirm on the grass. I reached up and touched her thigh and 
she opened her legs automatically. I was really excited and I took her hand 
and dared put it back on my cock and damn if she didn't open my fly. Her 
hand ducked in there in my pants and curled tight around my cock and she 
squeezed that hard, burning flesh until I thought I was going to choke. Well 
I tried to get her undies down but she fought. Then I tried to pull her 
skirt up high but she let my prick go and pulled her skirt down. 

	I got mad then and she said maybe she had been wrong and we better go back 
inside. Well the sparks were flying then. I forced her back, held her arms 
down on the grass and she kicked at me, grazed my leg. It stung a little but 
I guess my pride was hurt more than anything. Anyway, I hit her. I slammed 
my fist into her stomach and she doubled up, yanked her knees into her 
stomach and doubled up-Well, her cunt was gaping at me. I had managed to get 
her panties over her thighs at least and she was pulling her legs up-her 
sweet, pink cunt staring right at me. I lost my head then. I stood up and 
yanked my pants off, then hers. She begged me not to do anything I would be 
sorry for, begged me not to do it to her but I was really mad and I hit her 
again. She didn't exactly scream but she moaned real loud. I guess she 
didn't really want anybody to come running out and catch her in that 
position. But I was beyond reason. My cock ruled me at that point and I dove 
on her. 

	She fought me as best as she could, left me quite a few good scrapes and 
scratches next day to prove it but I was too much for her. I found that 
tight little cunt and rammed with my burning cock. It burned. It really hurt 
me at first to try getting into her and she whined and wailed like a 
tortured animal. She arched upward, tried to dig her fingernails into me and 
kicked, twisted and generally tried to fight me off. 

	My rod wouldn't hear of it. I punched her again and she was like an airless 
balloon then. She collapsed and I pushed my prick into her tight cunt-her 
body stiffened and she gritted her teeth-opened her mouth but no sound came 
out. I got my cock half way in her and she was crying, sobbing and the tears 
rolled down over her cheeks. I grabbed her hot flesh, squeezed those hard 
tits until my fingers arched and she twisted and fought me off. Then I got 
hold of her hard little buttocks and squeezed them until she raised her ass 
off the grass. That's when I really lunged into her. 

	I hit her in the face and she whimpered and whined but funny thing-her 
crying goaded me on and I pumped my cock in her real hard then. I remember 
how exciting it was and my balls were pounding in the sac-my heart beat so 
fast and my face was on fire-I was all sweating and gasping for air and all 
I knew was the heat that engulfed my hard prick-the wet heat that sucked at 
my cock while I speared the writhing girl on the grass. 

	It didn't take me long-a few good steady strokes and my cock was gone-my 
juice gushed up inside of me, spurt forward and rushed into the squirming 
girl-she cried out when the hot fluid was injected into her and I felt all 
my aches flowing out with the spasms of pleasure that rushed over me- 

	We lay in the grass for a long time. We didn't speak much at first and 
don't ask me why but I said I was sorry. She snickered at me. Said I was 
going to pay and all that. Said that she was mutilated now and it was my 
fault. She said that she would claim rape. Of course I laughed. It was crazy 
to think that anybody would believe- 

	She tried to get away then and I held her wrists tight. Her breath heaved 
and hissed in her teeth and her little nipples still bulged out in the open. 
I bent forward, tried to kiss her and she bit my lips-Well I got mad. She 
went too far then and kicked me. Her foot grazed my thigh, scraped my balls 
and hurt like hell. 

	Next thing I knew, I was hitting her-slapping and punching her and she was 
crying, trying desperately to keep me away. She held her hands up in front 
of her but my fist crashed into her belly. I remember the smack of my 
knuckles on her hard belly and then her tits and she sucked her breath in 
with a loud sharp noise and crumpled near my feet. I was breathing hard too 
and I wanted to hurt her then. My balls still ached from her foot and I 
wanted her to feel it a thousand times more than me and I hit her in the 
chest again- 

	She fell back and sobbed uncontrollably and I remember realizing that my 
cock was all hard and on fire again. It bobbed in the air near her face and 
all I had to do was push a little and it collided with her soft mouth. She 
looked up at me with startled eyes and started to say something but I took 
her hair in my hands and slammed my cock into her mouth. She coughed and 
gurgled with my hot root deep in her mouth and her tongue rasped me up and 
down as I pulled out, then shoved in again. She seemed not to know what to 
do so I just hung on tight and fucked her in the mouth. 

	It wasn't long before my cock was boiling again and the heat of her soft 
lips pulled me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure until-I strained, 
trying to hold back but it was no good and then my cock just rushed hard and 
hot and filled her mouth with thick juices. She coughed and sputtered and 
the white stuff oozed out of her mouth and trickled down her chin and left a 
gleaming tail down her throat. She started to cry then and suddenly she got 
up and ran quickly. Before I knew what had happened, she was in the house. I 
stood there-stunned. She ran into the house with her clothes hanging off in 
shreds and my juice running out of her mouth. J remember how the humming 
stopped in the house. The only thought I had was that I hadn't noticed the 
noise before that. Once it stopped, I realized that there had been a steady 
humming noise coming from the party-sort of a vibration. 

	Well, the next thing I knew, a whole crowd comes out of the house and I'm 
standing there balls ass naked. I tried to get my clothes but I couldn't 
find them. They must have got lost in the scuffle and then I turned to hide 
in the thick bushes but it was too late. 

	The girl's brother came out of nowhere. The first thing I saw of him was 
knuckles. A fist came at me from the dark and slammed into the side of my 
jaw. I saw flashes of white for a few minutes, then there was a loud ringing 
in my ears. Next thing I knew, there were voices, angry curses and then 
another fist hit me-This time in the guts and a sick, hot feeling gushed up 
into my mouth and left a bitter, acid taste there. 

	The brother punched me then while two other guys held my arms. He hit me in 
the face until my nose started gushing blood and it ran down my face and 
inside my throat and I choked. He still punched in my mouth and broke a 
tooth. That wasn't enough. They got the sister to get her revenge. 

	While the guys held onto me and everybody watched, the sister kicked me in 
the balls. The pain was something like I had never felt before in my life. 
She kicked me in the balls and the cock and a few times she missed and hit 
my thigh. The pain took hold of my brain like the claws of an eagle and just 
ripped me apart. I screamed. I screamed so long and loud that they finally 
let me go for fear of the neighbors calling the police. I screamed loud and 
they let me go. Dropped me on the grass there and let me soak in my own 
pain. 

	I laid there until the sun started to come. The sky lit up gray at first, 
then -pale blue and finally a bright orange in the east. I was in a state of 
semi consciousness and every muscle and bone in my body ached. My balls 
looked like they had been put through a ringer. They were red and purple and 
blue and the veins bulged-swollen like crazy. 

	I vowed then to get her. I remember how I vowed to get her, pay her back 
for all of it. 

	Of course she went away after that. It might have been the very next day. I 
really don't know for sure. So I had to content myself with other women. I 
remember how I waited one night for the bus and when a young, good looking 
girl came by-that night flashed and my balls twitched. My fingers were 
itchy-did you ever get that? Itchy fingers? Well, I watched her pass and she 
tried not to look at me but she knew I was there alright. What a body. She 
had beautiful legs and an ass that stood out proudly, swinging from side to 
side under her skirt. And tits. Big, round tits that you could imagine would 
fill up your mouth easily. 

	I followed her for a block or so. It was easy. The street was deserted and 
I just ran up behind her very quietly and dragged her behind a building. She 
tried to scream and I hit her across the face a few times. I made her shut 
up and then I made her get on her knees and beg me not to fuck her-Well-I 
ripped her clothes off. Tore them right off and she had pure white skin. Not 
a blemish on her and her long dark hair curled over the tops of her tits and 
her belly rose and fell-the soft patch of dark fluff over her cunt-I pushed 
her back and she squealed, begged me to let her got and I whipped my thick 
cock out-rubbed it all over her lush white tits and then I got her legs 
open. 

	It was easy enough to get my cock in and she screamed like I was murdering 
her. Her hips twisted on my cock and it was impossible for me to hold on. 
After a few seconds of humping in her thick, tight cunt, I exploded inside 
her and pulled my prick out-it shot all over her belly and she started to 
cry and shout and I hit her again and again until she was almost hysterical. 
I looked down at her and felt nothing but contempt for her. I kicked her a 
couple of times but it didn't feel the same and so I left her there in the 
alley." 

	"When was that?" 

	"That was before this time when I got caught. I wasn't really satisfied by 
that broad and I had to get somebody else. It seemed easy enough. I knew 
about that girl living alone and 

	I sneaked in the open window. You know the rest." 

	It was obvious by the last interview that Alfred had been lying all along 
about his sexual assaults on women. It turned out that he had a long history 
of undetected rapes. It is amazing to me that none of the women he mentioned 
as having been his victims ever went to the authorities and reported the 
attacks. 

	Had these women reported the incidents, Alfred would have been detected a 
long time sooner. He is still undergoing observation in the hopes that 
therapy can be recommended and successfully completed and that Alfred will 
lose his compulsion to attack women and try to regain his honor. 

	CASE HISTORY TWO 

	Name: Harold F. Age: .Forty-three 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Here is Case History Two-an unusual one. This is part one of two interviews 
with Harold F. He is married, the father of three children and a respected 
business man. But he answered an emotional call by sexually assaulting local 
women, then hiding. No one ever remembered what he looked like-only that he 
seemed to come from the night itself. Thus, the people of the neighborhood 
called him, The Invisible Man, because he never left a clue. It was only 
after Harold gave himself up that the police were able to close the case. 

	Here then is the story as transcribed from the interview: 

	"I don't know how or when it started. My wife wouldn't let me touch her. It 
was awful. At first it didn't seem to matter much-I'll admit that I was kind 
of relieved but that didn't last long. Little things began to bother me-like 
pictures-the advertisements for women's underwear and things-I used to 
really get excited when I saw a picture of a naked girl. 

	My wife didn't undress in front of me and I used to listen outside the 
bathroom as she got undressed for bed and I imagined how her body used ot 
look. 

	I tried to patch things up but it was no use-she just wouldn't let me touch 
her. 

	One evening I was coming home from the office and I happened to notice a 
young lady waiting for the bus. She is very attractive and I have seen her 
from time to time. I stopped to give her a lift. She didn't say much and 
seemed preoccupied so I didn't talk either. When I let her off at the 
corner, her skirt hiked up. She didn't seem to notice or care and her thigh 
flashed-I could see the soft white flesh and it must have been my 
imagination-I swore that I saw hair. 

	Well I was really bothered. That evening I couldn't stand or sit still so I 
put on a sweater, sneakers and went out for a walk. My wife commented that 
it was rather late but I didn't care. My nerves jangled in my brain. It 
sounded like a factory in there. 

	Once I was in the cool air, my head seemed to clear. I don't know how long 
I walked-I didn't bring a watch. On my way back, I was thinking of the 
possibility of finding a mistress. But it seemed absurd. 

	Someone was walking up ahead, coming toward me from the opposite direction. 
Don't ask me why but without giving it a thought, I ducked behind an 
enormous tree growing on the I could see that whoever it was coming, was a 
woman. She seemed young, blonde and when she got real close, I recognized 
the young girl I had given a lift earlier in the evening. 

	My heart was roaring like a freight train, pounding in my chest and 
suddenly I got this choked up feeling in my throat-my eyes watered, there 
was a loud ringing and my fingers and hands started to tremble. I could see 
the girl plainly now and I almost reach out and touched her and when she 
passed, I suddenly found myself leaping through the air. 

	We hit the ground together-she was in a daze as well as I-but a different 
sort of daze. I worked quickly. That I remember but the amazing thing is 
everything went as if I had done it a hundred times before. 

	I reached under her skirt, pulled it up after dragging her into the bushes. 
She whimpered suddenly and I slapped her face. That shut her up for a 
second. She squeezed her legs tight together so I had to rip her panties 
right off. I remember how easily they came away. 

	She had the loveliest little dimpled belly. Her navel was honey colored in 
that bad light and her cunt hairs were gleaming-light brown tinged with 
blonde. She was breathing very hard and she whimpered and begged me not to 
hurt her. She pleaded that she was a virgin and asked me to spare her for 
her future husband. Don't you find that absurd? 

	Anyway, I pulled my cock out and she gasped at the sight of it and hot 
thrills ran up and down my spine and then my belly as my balls dangled, 
touched her thighs and I pulled her legs open. I whispered that she wouldn't 
get hurt if she would just keep quiet. 

	Getting my cock into her was the worst part. She wasn't a virgin-I don't 
think, but she was so tight, I had to really push and she cried out once-I 
slapped her- 

	Finally, my cock slid in and she sucked her breath in and started to sob 
and cough and beg me not to do it to her but she was so tight and hot and 
good and sparks shot in my cock and my head was spinning round and round. 

	I was on my knees in the grass-her legs spread wide and my cock rammed 
right up into her blonde cunt. She had her eyes closed tight and she bit her 
lower lip. I reached up, opened her jacket and then her blouse and bared her 
magnificent tits. They were thick and creamy and her nipples stuck out and 
looked dark. 

	I grabbed them, squeezed and pinched the nipples until she started moaning 
again then my blood started to run hot until the sensations exploded inside 
me, gripped my cock and jerked the skin back and forth inside her cunt and I 
crushed her clitoris-she was crying softly and begging me not to come inside 
her and then all hell broke loose-my cock roared-gushed into her and the 
thick juice flashed into her cunt and I grunted, fell on her tits, bit down 
on her nipples- 

	I must have stayed like that for a long time. My nose was full of her body 
again and my hands explored her smooth belly and thighs and even her cunt. I 
pushed her and she rolled over easily. I realized then that she was out 
cold. 

	I slapped her a few times but she didn't move. Her lush buttocks stared at 
me all creamy smooth and white and the dark crack running down over-I pulled 
her flesh apart, eyed the dark pucker of her ass and felt my cock come alive 
again. The head puffed first, then the whole thing rolled on my thigh-the 
girl moaned and it triggered me into action-I took my stiff cock and plunged 
into her ass-pushed against that tight muscle. It was -closed as tight as 
hell and I had to force with all my weight behind my prick. It slid in an 
inch, then another and soon the head cleared and the rest of me slipped into 
the deep, hot void. 

	The pain awakened the girl-she tried desperately to get up-pull away from 
me but it was no use, she was impaled, speared by my thick, burning cock and 
he more she in my veins. It boiled in my prick and I started hunching 
slowly, pulling out-slamming back in-slowly at first and then as the thrills 
shot faster inside my groin-my head filled with her whining and sobbing and 
I kissed her luscious tits, sucked the nipples and she grunted and coughed 
and pushed at me and scratched me. I had to hit her a couple of more times 
and then I let my cock work on its own-slip in and out of that tight cunt, 
feel the skin rake my sensitive nerve until my whole body was pulled tight 
like a cable and hummed as the sensations roared through me-my cock 
exploded-shot my sperm into her and she cried out and squeezed her legs but 
it was too late and I rammed all the way into her-my balls slapped her 
buttocks and she started to scream. 

	I got up-found my pants. I took one last look at her lying there-legs 
spread out-white flesh in the dark grass-her cunt-sweet thing and the patch 
of hair on her groin-her white belly heaving and those magnificent pink 
nipples. She still had her eyes closed tight and she chewed her knuckles. 
Her screams had turned into sobs and I realized that some of lights started 
going on in the nearby houses. I jumped into the bushes and disappeared. 

	The next day, I woke up with the realization of what I had done. Somehow I 
had lost control-Taped a girl. It was incredible but I had done it. I felt 
violently ill. 

	My wife said that I wasn't looking too well, and it would be better if I 
stayed at home and I agreed. I stayed in bed all day. Late in the afternoon, 
she brought all the papers in for me to read. She brought my attention to 
the story about a rape case in our neighborhood. She called the man a 
monster and said that he should be castrated when they find him. 

	I felt very sick after her remark. I didn't read all the papers right away 
but when I saw the picture of that beautiful young girl, my heart started 
pounding again and my prick twitched under the blankets. I buried my head in 
the pillow after reading the accounts"- 

	"Brutal attack." 

	"Monster," the papers noted. Each account was different and none of them 
told what really happened. The thing that amaze me most of all was the fact 
that the girl said she didn't recognize me. Can you imagine that-she said 
she didn't know who the assailant was or why he had attacked her. 

	I felt a sense of relief of course. The sick feeling slowly subsided and by 
late that afternoon I was walking around the house. My wife commented on the 
case a few times but I tried to ignore her remarks. She insisted that 
castration was the only way to treat these cases and an odd thought flashed 
through my head? I was castrated by her in a sense. She cut me off and I was 
useless as a man as long as we stayed together. 

	I couldn't sleep that night. I thought of that young girl, the touch of her 
skin-her tits and her lovely, hot, tight cunt-I thought of the taste of her 
nipples in my mouth and my lips twitched-My hands trembled and my palms 
sweated as well as my forehead. My wife remarked that I wasn't looking well 
again. 

	During the night, I tried to awaken my wife. My cock was stiff as a steel 
rod and pictures of the naked girl, sprawled in the grass-a look of fear in 
her eyes and her hands up in the air, trying to ward off my cock and as I 
went closer and closer, the huge head puffed and red and throbbing, pulsing 
and then suddenly the dark was pierced by a loud scream and I sat up-My wife 
was pulling my hand away from her body and she slapped me. I had touched? 

	I had touched her during the night and she was outraged. Needless to see I 
was very upset. My cock was still unappeased-still under the blanket and I 
could feel the heat of my wife's body. 

	She has a lovely figure. Large tits and a narrow waist, thick buttocks with 
a deep, dark furrow-I tried to touch her against me, but she was indignant, 
told me to keep my hands off or she would sleep on the couch- 

	The rest of the night I didn't fall asleep. In fact, during the rest of the 
week, I lay awake almost every night and thought of that lovely girl lying 
naked on the grass. My cock ached each time I thought of her there. 

	I was beside myself. My boss was becoming very displeased with my work. I 
had so many things to do, contracts to look after and I just pushed them all 
into a pile on the side of my desk and spent the day dreaming of that girl 
and her buttocks, soft, silky, nice skin-her sweet taste-the odor of her 
body in my nostrils- 

	At the end of the week, I was desperate. I had been masturbating every day; 
in the office toilet and at home. I masturbated so much that my cock was 
always red and sore. 

	Finally I decided I had to do something. I was determined to remedy the 
situation. My boss told me that if I didn't straighten out the following 
week, he would have to give me notice-so I quit. He was startled, told me 
not to be so hasty but I told him to go to hell and walked out. 

	On my way home that evening, who should I see again but the girl! You can 
imagine the panic in my heart. My head reeled. Dare I stop, give her another 
lift, I wondered. 

	Well, crazy or not, I did stop. To my surprise, she was a lot more 
talkative this time and she even allowed her skirt to move up over her 
dimpled knees. I couldn't keep my eyes away and something inside told me to 
ask her out but I just couldn't muster the courage. I let her out on the 
corner again and watched her pull her skirt down and walk off. 

	My heart almost exploded in my chest this time and I had to sit in the car 
for almost half an hour before my cock got soft. 

	I couldn't eat supper that evening because I knew what I was going to do. 
My wife acted really far away. She didn't speak much during dinner but 
afterward when I said that I was going for a stroll, she asked me about my 
job. I pretended that nothing at all had happened. 

	She told me the boss had phoned and told her about my quitting. He was 
trying to get to me through my wife. I lied again by saying that I had gone 
back and apologized. She seemed satisfied enough, then I went out for a 
stroll." 

	Harold seemed exhausted by this time. I requested another interview with 
him for the following day. The authorities consented. Unfortunately, Harold 
was taken ill. He was under a great emotional strain. The second interview 
was postponed indefinitely. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	A few days after the first interview, Harold was feeling better. He 
consented to the second and final interview after the doctor have his 
approval. 

	"I must have walked for hours that night. I remember it was getting cool 
and I decided to go back. As I walked down the street again, I couldn't help 
thinking of the girl's statement in the paper. She said she didn't recognize 
her assailant. But that seemed incredible! She must have recognized me. And 
yet-in the car. 

	As I approached my street, another person turned the corner at the other 
end. I stopped again and then just like that first night, I can't explain 
why, but I jumped behind the tree again. I ducked under the bushes and my 
heart sounded like a maching gun in my chest-my breath caught in my throat 
and my eyes were wartering. Footsteps clicked on the cement and I made a 
part in the leaves and saw that it was a girl coming-but not just any 
girl-the one I had raped. 

	My hands trembled. There wasn't another soul on the street. A picture of 
the girl, her breasts and her body naked in the grass flashed through my 
mind and I screamed at myself to keep control. Her footsteps were getting 
louder and louder and I clenched my teeth, held my breath and told myself 
that it was all a bad dream and I would wake up any moment. But it was no 
use pretending. She was a few feet away when I jumped up. 

	She had already passed the place where I crouched so it was easy. I sneaked 
up behind her, placed one hand around her waist, the other on her mouth and 
dragged her back into the bushes. She tried to cry out but I had her good. 
My cock was rigid as a pole already and I was aware of it for the first time 
when it dug into the rut between her buttocks. She wiggled against me, 
trying to get away but she only made me more excited-I moved quickly then 
and tore her panties off-pulled her skirt down and threw her naked and 
writhing on the grass. Funny how she didn't move while I took my pants down. 
As if she was unconscious or something. I think the doctors said shock. 

	Well, I was naked then, my cock standing out straight in front of me and I 
was on her in a second. My cock rubbed all over her hot thighs and she 
squirmed then. She fought me as soon as I touched her body with mine. In 
fact, she kicked me in the groin once with her knee. But I hit her too-she 
whimpered and I quieted her just like the first time by telling her she 
wouldn't get hurt if she kept quiet. 

	I got my cock up to her delicious cunt. The hairs tickled my prick-her lips 
parted easily and I shoved a little too soon and too hard and she stiffened, 
arched up and cried out as I penetrated her. My prick ripped up into her 
like a burning rod. Scraped her dry flesh and mine and I admit that I made a 
noise too, then. But it was over soon. Her cunt was nice and wet and thick 
and hot and I held her down, pushed on her legs and slipped my cock all the 
way in- 

	I undid her blouse then and her bra and she pleaded with me to let her go. 
Said she wouldn't tell anybody if I would let her go. But I had her tits 
then they were warm and thick in my hands and I kissed her nipples and they 
got real hard. My cock went crazy then arid I humped, drove in her like a 
piston, my prick flashing like a rod and she squirmed and scratched, grunted 
and moaned and sobbed under me and I dug my fingers into her tits and rolled 
back and forth, struggled, the more pain it caused her. 

	But I felt good. It was wonderful with my whole cock inside her tight 
asshole but I soon learned that I could only feel pleasure by guiding the 
head of my cock just inside the tight ring, then pull out again, then in so 
that the muscle slipped back and forth on my nerve. 

	I rocked back and forth on her, squeezing her tits and then her buttocks 
until the shocks ripping through my cock were too much and I dug my fingers 
into her buttocks, threw myself on her body and shot deep into her ass, 
plunged all the way into her and felt the juice gush up in her and fill her 
empty ass- 

	I got. up almost immediately that time. She was still laying in the grass 
with her clothes pushed up and her bare buttocks gleaming when I left. I 
tried to hide my eyes from her as best as I could but the look of terror on 
her face remained in my head. She didn't move but she was still breathing. I 
walked away quickly and made sure that nobody was watching. I went around to 
the back of my house and walked in. 

	As I stood there in the dark kitchen, the smell of the girl and the grass 
still on my body, I thought of my wife lying asleep in our bed. No doubt she 
was wearing her nightgown just as she had every other night-I thought of her 
body again, heavy breasts, thick sweet nipples and her smooth cunt lying in 
the burning hot cradle of her thighs. It was then that I realized I had 
raped the wrong woman. The one who deserved it was lying in my bed asleep. 

	I took off my clothes and went into my room stark naked. She was already 
asleep. I could make out her eyes in the dim light coming from the window. 

	Needless to say she was startled. I dove onto the bed, pulled the blankets 
back and ripped her nightgown. Her breasts jutted out proudly and she opened 
her eyes, sat up and her lips opened-she started to scream but I hit her, 
slamming my hand into her face and she fell back sputtering and choking-her 
tits were flopping on her chest and before she could do anything, I pinned 
her legs down and crawled in between. My cock was stiff and ready again. I 
maneuvered closer and closer and she recognized me then and started 
hollering at me, making all sorts of wild threats- 

	I didn't care. I knew that I had to fuck her once and for all. I knew too 
that I was going to call the police myself. 

	I ignored her cries and slapped her face again and again until she lay 
there sobbing and writhing. My cock slipped into her, I fell on her then and 
clamped my mouth on her tits. She screamed as I bit into her flesh and 
tasted her sweet blood. My cock raged in her, pumped in and out wildly and I 
felt the growling inside. My ball rumbled and then it came, the juice 
spurted out of me and into her lush cunt and she sobbed and twisted under 
me. She called me filthy names and I punched her again. 

	Can you imagine raping your own wife? Well I did it. She wanted to call the 
police. Can you imagine her standing there and telling me that she was going 
to call the cops and have me arrested for raping her? Well I took the phone 
and called the cops alright. But not for her. I told them who I was and what 
I had done to the girl. They told me td wait and they would pick me up. 

	My wife didn't believe me at first. But then I convinced her. I had grass 
stains on my pants. She really exploded then and said that she knew all 
along that I was out of my mind. She reaffirmed her belief that I should be 
castrated and that's when I told her that symbolically, she had already done 
it. 

	Shortly afterward, the police came. I told them about the girl and they 
went to investigate. She said that she didn't know who her assailant had 
been and the police were going to let me go. But I demanded they arrest me 
and investigate. 

	But I know they don't believe me. Because of the girl, none of them believe 
me. They all think I made it up, some kind of castration complex they call 
it. But you know I'm telling the truth now, don't you? You believe me now 
don't you? You have to believe me-help me-" 

	It did seem like Harold had manufactured the whole story until one day, the 
young blonde girl from his. neighborhood came in to tell the police that she 
had been raped. We asked why she had denied it at first, then came of her 
own accord, she shrugged her shoulders. She said she was afraid that nobody 
would believe her. Before she allowed the police to question her, she 
demanded that reporters be called in. 

	Thus, Harold got his way. He was committed to a state institution shortly 
afterward. His wife has since filed for a divorce. 

	I asked the police about the young girl and what they thought her motive 
was for holding back information. They assured me that in cases of rape, the 
victim was reluctant to give information. Some of them feared retaliation by 
the assailant while others don't want publicity. But in this case, the girl 
figured there was no way out so she set out to get all the publicity she 
could. 

	CASE HISTORY THREE 

	Name: Bertrand F. Age: Twenty-Three 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	I found out about Bertrand F. through a local police precinct. They had 
been investigating a very strange case. On the surface, it seemed like any 
other case of rape. However, there was one peculiarity, an indelible 
signature that proved almost beyond a doubt that in each case, the attacker 
had been the same man. He left his mark by stuffing his victims vagina with 
money after he attacked her. 

	Since the attacks occurred in a relatively small area of the city, police 
were able to set up a decoy in the form of a detective dressed as a woman 
and met with immediate success. 

	Bertrand F. was apprehended on the first day. He was quite calm, and in 
fact, seemed almost to be enjoying the whole thing. The following is a taped 
interview which I conducted at the local precinct. 

	"Before we start, I would like to express my appreciation to you for 
consenting to this interview. As I explained before, I will not use your 
name." 

	"Thank you, doc, I do appreciate your kindness." 

	"What did you feel when you were arrested-was it a great shock to you when 
you found that the woman was really a policeman?" 

	"No. Not at all. In fact, I remember the first thing that flashed through 
my mind was: it's about time! That's the truth old man." 

	"Could tell me-in your own words what happened, what drove you to do these 
things, did you experience any strange compulsion to violate women or was it 
a purely physical act." 

	At this point, the subject settled back in his chair and relaxed. He 
smiled, and put a finger to his cheek. He remained in that position as he 
related what had happened. "No. I really can't say that any one thing 
started me off. I would see a pretty girl and suddenly find myself terribly 
attracted. It usually wasn't ver difficult to find out something about 
her-where she lived, some of her daily habits. Once I found all that out, it 
was just a matter of waiting for the right place and the right time. A lot 
of them almost welcome me anyway." 

	"What do you mean?" 

	"They seemed glad-you know-most of them wanted it anyway but they were too 
scared to admit it. So this gave them a way around their own guilty 
feelings. We both had fun. So, all this will be over when my lawyer gets 
here. You can't tell me that I'll be held for screwing some worthless girl 
or other." 

	"What happened to you each time-say for instance the last girl-what 
happened exactly. Tell me how you met, what you did, why you attacked her." 

	"I remember her alright. Pretty little blonde. I especially remember how 
her hair would shine whenever she stood in the light. I watched her in the 
park-almost every day when the weather got warmer. 

	At first, I watched from a distance. I used to sit on a bench nearby but 
then I wanted to see her from close up-feel her presence and maybe even talk 
to her. Well, one day I strolled next to her-a few feet away of course on 
the wide gravel path near the pond. She stopped to watch the ducks and that 
was it. I simply made a comment and we started talking about ducks and the 
weather and animals. I remember she didn't have a bra on under her jersey 
sweater. Her nipples were like hard nubs under the cloth. I got so excited, 
it was really difficult to control myself from getting hard right then and 
there. I had to stand sideways. 

	We talked a while and then I suggested something to eat. She was a bit 
hesitant at first, but it wasn't long before I persuaded her and we went to 
a restaurant. A local place and I remember that the food was rotten but we 
were in a booth where no one could see. 

	The girl, her name was Tina, she said-got quiet all of a. sudden. I 
panicked a little. My heart raced as I watched those tight little nipples 
under the thin cloth. Funny, I tried to imagine what shade of pink they 
were, then I closed my eyes and tried to will the sweater away. But it was 
silly." 

	Bertrand stopped there for a moment. He looked troubled, pensive. "What 
happened then?" 

	"She laughed-we both laughed at some silly joke or other. Then she remarked 
about my blazer and ascot, saying I looked like a wealthy playboy. Well, 
that got me angry. It was all great until she mentioned money." 

	"What did you do then?" 

	He grew nervous at this point, twisted his fingers and licked his lips then 
started biting them. 

	"I grew impatient. She was beautiful, very desirable. Her figure was 
athletic-very feminine but you could tell that she didn't sit around all day 
doing nothing. I knew that I had to have her right away. Tina grew silent 
and I was afraid she might suspect something. 

	It grew dark outside and Tina said she had to go home. I offered to walk 
with her. The park was almost deserted as we cut across a small lawn. Tina 
had suggested a short cut through a particularly dense part of a wooded 
area. You probably know the place. 

	Needless to say, I grew extremely excited at the prospect of walking 
through the dense brush with her. I walked a half step behind her and glued 
my eyes to her luscious rear and pressing against her skirt, her slim 
calves, ankles. I pictured her naked, white body standing out sharply, 
sprawled in the rich green grass. My hands grew sweaty, my cock was hard, 
pushing and rubbing in my pants. I remember the soft, blonde down on the 
nape of her neck. I reached out for her, felt her strong shoulders fill my 
hands, her startled mouth, her eyes flashing as she turned abruptly to face 
me. Her hand went up but it was too late. 

	I stripped her quickly and then forced her arms under while I ripped that 
fucking sweater away. I used her own weight to hold her arms back, forced 
them now under her and squeezed my legs, straddled her belly and gawked. 
Dammit! She had the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. Round, firm, the 
nipples so delicate that it was almost impossible to tell where the outline 
of the circle faded into her creamy flesh. She was frightened, all right, 
but the amazing thing is hat after I got her down, she didn't fight much. 
And it is surprising because she was a virgin. Usually, they put up a big 
fight. 

	Tina didn't move for a few minutes. She let me look at her magnificent 
tits, heaving in the" dim light, standing erect. Her nipples looked like 
sharp points and I touched them. 

	She whimpered and tried to free her hands. I could see the fear in her eyes 
then and I knew it was time for action. If I waited much longer, she would 
start to scream. 

	I pulled her skirt up, ripped her panties. They were flimsy little red lace 
bikinis. And dammit, I had it in my hands, a sweet hot little cunt. The lips 
were dry and tender and soft as silk. Covered with a fine blonde fuzz. She 
was so sweet and clean that I wanted to kiss it but suddenly, I guess she 
panicked and opened her mouth to scream. Well, I gave her something to 
scream for, a fist in the stomach. She doubled up for a minute and that's 
when I got my cock out. It was easy. The rest was easy. I just forced her 
legs open and rammed my cock into that sweet little pocket, squeezed her 
lips open with my ruddy prick and she kicked, twitched and fought me then 
like a little devil, scratching, biting. She was a rough one, all right. But 
she didn't scream. That's the crazy part. She didn't scream at all while I 
hammered my thick, burning cock in her. She twisted, breathing hard and I 
clamped my hands and mouth on her nipples, dug my fingers into her back and 
she beat me with her little fists. 

	She twisted and squirmed and I drove my rod hard in her, pumping in and out 
and it was so sweet in that hot little cunt, her lips clinging to my prick. 
I didn't realize at first that she was bleeding. I guess she didn't, either. 
Anyway, I felt the hot, sticky fluid oozing out of her, coating my prick and 
when I looked down, that flash of red, brilliant, sticky red on her white 
thigh, I went crazy, I remember. I did. I pounded in her and screeched those 
things about my mother. I never did that before. But her face, that wild 
look in her eye, Tina's mouth twitching, then he words came to me suddenly, 
filling my ears and for the first time I realized something. 

	Thoughts ran wildly, colliding in my head. My mother and father and the 
whole bit. My mother always wanted a little girl and my old man, well, he 
couldn't have cared less. All he knew was that it cost money to have me 
around. Well, she dressed me in girls' clothing all the time. Would you 
believe that I didn't have my hair cut until I was about fourteen. And that 
was because the dean of the high school wouldn't allow me to attend classes 
with long hair. My mother cried like a baby the day I got that hair cut off. 

	But that didn't stop her. No, my mother was determined. She still taught me 
to stay away from girls and every now and then when she was sure that we 
would be alone, he made me put those damned dresses on again. It was too 
much for me to take. I. wanted to run away desperately. I hated them. Both 
of them. 

	My father was no better. He called me a sissy and when I asked him to talk 
to Mom, he laughed and said it was a waste of time. She was daffy and I was 
a sissy. He said he deserved better. 

	It was then that I realized how much he avoided me. I never got to really 
know him like my friends did their fathers. At least I could say he never 
once sat down and talked to me. 

	Those were bad days. But I guess the best was when my cousin Diane came to 
stay for a while. Her mother and father were getting divorced and she stayed 
at our house until the thing was settled. 

	She was a pretty little thing. And I remember how my mother made a fuss, 
giggled and pranced around Diane. After all, she was a girl. A real girl. My 
mother ignored me and it didn't take me long to get jealous. 

	Funny, but now that I think of it, all those women, the ones I raped, all 
reminded me of my mother and Diane. Oh, well, I got pretty upset and I 
wanted revenge. That week I planned and Friday was Mother's Club meeting. 
Diane was taking a nap in he afternoon. She was sound asleep when I went 
into her room. I was very quiet but I remember shaking like a leaf. I pulled 
those blankets back slowly and dammit, the little witch was naked. 

	Her breasts were full for a girl of thirteen and her nipples were delicate 
pink, round little knobs that looked smooth, shiny, my fingers went out to 
touch and sne stirred. I remember the look of horror on her face, and she 
tried to scream but I put my hand on her mouth and everything went so damned 
quickly then. 

	I took my pants off and my prick was amazing. It was stiff and hard and 
red. It burned and tingled. Diane was shocked as I stood there. I jumped 
into the bed and before she realized what had happened, I was pushing that 
hot rod of flesh between her legs. I remember how amazed I was. She was the 
first girl I had ever been with but something told me what to do. I headed 
straight for her fuzzy little cunt. 

	Well, of course, she was a virgin and she screamed and fought with me. 
There was red blood all over the sheets and my hard cock as I slammed away. 
It was like pounding my old man and old lady with a bare fist. Anyway, Diane 
was yelling and beating me with her fists and I was squeezing her hard 
breasts, kneading the silky flesh and then all of a sudden, my cock exploded 
in fireworks of thrills that I never felt before. I came in her and felt all 
the hatred gushing out of me, filling her tight cunt and she twisted and 
screamed like she was in great pain. 

	I know I should have been afraid. But I felt nothing except an enormous 
sense of satisfaction. Like I had just gotten even with my mother and father 
all at once. But now I turned to my cousin, Diane, lying there on the bed, 
her thighs coated with blood and her breasts gleaming, heaving and the 
nipples bulging. I licked my lips. She told me that I would pay for it. Pay 
for doing that to her and she promised that I would get what was coming to 
me. 

	Well, I roared with laughter. I would pay, I told her. Then I went and got 
some money. Mother always gave me a cash allowance, and Diane smiled at 
first. She assured me that that wasn't what she had meant at all. 

	I did pay, though. I stuffed that wad of bills into her, shoved it into her 
cunt while she kicked and scratched. 

	She was horrified, of course, but I thought it was the funniest thing I had 
ever seen. I mean, here she is with all this money, green dollar bills 
stuffed into her cunt. She was pulling at them, tearing them and throwing 
the bills into the air. I watched her until I heard my mother coming in. 

	I ran down to my mother and fell weeping into her arms. I confessed the 
whole thing. Diane had forced me to pay her after making me do that to her. 

	My dear, sweet mother came to her senses then, and realized how she had 
been neglecting me. She went upstairs and gave Diane a sound thrashing with 
one of my father's old leather belts. 

	The very next day, Diane was sent to stay with another aunt. I never saw 
her again and my mother spent the next month showering me with gifts to make 
up for her neglect. 

	But it is strange that I remembered all of that while fucking the little 
blonde Tina. She didn't resemble Diane at all. 

	Maybe it was the way she spoke to me, I don't know. Anyway, I rammed my 
cock home, split her in two with my burning rod and she threshed around in 
the grass, her white flesh standing out as sharply as I had imagined it 
would and then she dug her fingernails in my back, raked my flesh and the 
fiery pain set me off. I came in her fast and hard, shooting hot sperm deep 
into her tender cunt. 

	She started sobbing and warning me that I would pay for it. She wouldn't 
let me get away with rape. 

	The look on Tina's face, as soon as she mentioned my paying for it, made me 
go to work automatically. My hand dug the wad of green paper bills out of my 
wallet and before she realized what had happened, her cunt was stuffed full 
of bills. 

	The interview ended here. Doctors were able to use it, coupled with other 
sessions to arrive at certain conclusions concerning his behavior. It seems 
that his parents castrated him symbolically when they made him dress like a 
girl. His natural reaction was to seek his father's aid against his mother's 
humiliating attitude. But he was denied any assistance by his father, 
thereby aggravating the boy's sense of inferiority. 

	To prove himself that he was, after all, a man, he resorted to drastic 
measures. Consciously afraid to approach a woman as a man normally would, he 
attacked them to assure success. He raped them, then humiliated them by 
paying, therefore debasing them and at the same time, serving an unconscious 
desire to replace their genitals. He believed that women had been castrated 
at an early age and his fear led him to substitute their genitals. Money 
denoted a sense of power, maleness and he therefore served a twofold purpose 
by stuffing money in the woman's vagina: humiliating and restoring her power 
all in one breath. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	The case of Betrand F. proved to be so interesting that I decided to have a 
second interview with him. He had not gone to prison but was rather put 
under very intense care by a leading doctor. 

	He was progressing well in his cure and I was very curious as to his views 
now that he could put the things in his past into a perspective. I wanted to 
know how he felt about the things that he had done and how his reactions 
differed now that he was on the road to complete recovery. 

	I found his second session to be most interesting and I taped the entire 
interview. 

	Here then is the transcript of that tape. 

	Well, Doctor, how are you today? I was so glad to hear that you could come 
by again. Actually, I look forward to visiting with the good doctors and 
other people who come by to see me. It is such a relief to get these things 
off my chest, if you know what I mean. 

	The doctors and the rest of the people I have met have been treating me 
very well and very compassionately. They are really quite nice to me and 
they do so much to help me that I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank 
them enough for it. 

	I found through all these sessions that the more I talk about the things I 
did, the better I feel about them and the more easily I can get it out of my 
system. 

	That is the most important thing, I guess. To be able to get something out 
of your system and be able to face it yourself and to society in general. 

	I also found out that there are many people who are in the same predicament 
as me and that they have also been castrated and humiliated by their 
mothers. It may sound odd, but that makes me happy in a way. It gives me the 
feeling that I am not alone in this problem and there are others like me. 
That makes it easier to bear and gives me hope that things will turn out all 
right after all. 

	What I really wanted to talk about today was one of the first times that I 
raped a girl. It was much different than raping my cousin. She was the 
absolute first but there were others right after that. 

	It was very strange at the time. I was very horny and very hot all the time 
and I always wanted to let the sexual part of me rule the day. I always 
walked around with an erection and every time I would see a girl, I would 
want to fuck her and rape her with force. 

	Probably rape her more than fuck her. It got my thrill out of the violent 
element. 

	You see rape is not all sex. It is something that goes beyond that and 
something that cannot be cured by simply having a good sex life. I am sure 
that at the same time, even if I had a good sex life, I would still have 
gone out and raped some women. 

	I have heard of cases where married men with families have committed rapes. 
Not just once, but many times. 

	So it is clear to me that rape is not just simply a manifestation of sexual 
frustration. 

	It is something that goes above and beyond that. It is something deep in 
the mind that must be satisfied and not just the body. It is a mental and 
psychological need rather than one of the body. 

	But I'm sure I am boring. As a doctor, you must have studied this for years 
and are sick of hearing it. 

	But to me it is new and real and I am just discovering all this about 
myself. 

	This one particular girl that I raped was someone that I had met on a 
plane. I was on a pleasure trip, trying to get away from Mother, as usual, 
and she was sitting in the seat next to me. 

	She was very pretty in a real sort of way. She had no artificiality about 
her at all and I knew that deep down inside her, she was a boiling volcano 
of seething emotions that were just waiting to get out. 

	I don't know how I knew this, but it was just the way I felt at the time 
and the way I looked at things. I felt that way about all women and that was 
one of the reasons that I did the things I did, I guess. 

	I was dying to talk to her, but I did not want to. I knew I wanted to fuck 
her, but I wanted to rape her, too, and not know who she was. I wanted her 
to be a stranger. I wanted to know her in one way only: sexually. I did not 
need to know her name. 

	I followed her when she stepped off the plane and found out where she 
lived. She was tall and well built and her clothes would stick to the fine 
roundness of her ass and the tight mounds of her tits. I was sure that her 
cunt was hot and wet all the time and that she masturbated all the time. 
Those were the fantasies I would have about her and they got me off more 
than anything else I could think of. I was sure that she was a slut and that 
she fucked and took part in orgies. In a way, I guess I was trying to 
rationalize the things I wanted to do by telling myself that she was a slut 
and that she wanted to get fucked. 

	One night, I finally mustered the courage and the horniness needed to 
follow her home and rape her. 

	She had just come back from a date and she kissed and hugged her boyfriend 
in the doorway of her apartment building. 

	I could see her hands working at the inside of his thighs and working their 
way into his pants and pulling at his stiff cock. I was sure now that she 
was all that I had thought her to be and more. She really was a slut and she 
really wanted to get fucked all the time. 

	That only set me off more to know that she liked cock and she wanted a cock 
up her cunt. I fantasized about the things she had just done with her friend 
and how she had sucked and fucked him. 

	I was getting a hard-on looking at her and knew that this was the night 
that I would finally have her. 

	After he left, I followed her to her apartment. The building was almost 
empty and I could see her looking back to me as she noticed me come into the 
building with her. She was frightened, I think, and that made me want her 
more. I loved it when the little things get scared and they begin to show 
the look of panic on their faces. That really gets me hot and bothered and 
that makes me want them more. 

	As she was turning the key to her door she rapidly turned back to look and 
see where I was. By that time, it was too late for her and as she door began 
to open, I was on top of her and pushed her through the apartment door. 

	I had her where I wanted her now and I was going to get the things I wanted 
from her. 

	I clamped my hand over her mouth and with the other hand I began to tear 
and pull off her clothes. She struggled and kicked against me and that only 
made me more and more furious. That made me mad and I threw her down onto 
the carpeted floor and jumped on top of her. 

	I crushed her with the weight of my body and pulled at her clothes until 
they were in rags and tatters all over the floor and she was almost naked. 

	She tried to scream again and I put my hands over her mouth and her nose so 
that she could not scream. She was almost choking because she could not 
breathe either and that was when she began to calm down and settle herself 
to the fact that she was going to be raped and that there was nothing she 
could do to stop me. 

	They always do that after a while. They all resign themselves to the fact 
that they are going to be raped and they all cooperate at one point or 
another. 

	That was the way it was with her and she calmed down and began to respond 
to my hands on her bare cunt and my mouth on her tits. 

	I could feel her body become rigid and tight beneath me and she held me on 
to the floor waiting for the inevitable penetration that would come. She 
knew what I wanted and she began to moan and groan as I slid my cock out of 
my pants and pressed it to her thigh and up to her cunt. 

	I kept telling her not to worry because I did not want to harm her. I told 
her that all I wanted was to fuck her and after it was over, I would leave 
her alone and not hurt her. 

	This seemed to settle her some more and she became calmer and more 
responsive to me. Her mouth hung half open and I could tell that she was 
beginning to gain her confidence and composure again. 

	As I was spreading her legs with my hands, she whispered to me that she did 
not want to be hurt, that she would do anything I wanted her to do as long 
as I did not hurt her and as longs I did not try to mutilate or kill her. 

	I was more than willing to assure her of the fact that all I wanted was to 
come into her hot cunt and that while I was fucking her, I wanted her to 
tell me in detail what she had been doing with her boyfriend that night and 
all the positions they used as they fucked. 

	She looked at me puzzled and she began to understand the needs that I had 
in me. She knew that all I wanted from her was thrill and that she was by 
now willing to give it to me and get me out of her life. 

	She gasped as I shoved the thick tool of my cock all the way inside her and 
she began to help me with the fucking and the pumping. 

	Then I begged her to tell me how her boyfriend fucked her and how she made 
it with all her other men. 

	As I pumped in and out of her, she related to me all the time she had 
swallowed come and all the time she had taken it up the ass. 

	Then she began to tell me all the lesbian friends she had and the things 
she did to them and the things they did to her. She was getting me hot and 
bothered and I knew that I was going to come any second. 

	Nothing turned me on more than having a girl tell me all the things she did 
and tell me how much of a slut she is. 

	That coupled with the money that I stuff into their cunts gave me the 
greatest time when I rape. That is, it used to. 

	Finally, I exploded that thick cream from my balls and shot it all the way 
into her. She gasped and moaned when she felt the come shoot inside her and 
she bit into the back of my neck and scratched at my sides. She had come as 
well and she was happy. 

	It was very weird, but that was the way it went that time. 

	I left her lying there and I went away feeling good about he whole thing. 
Before I left, I stuffed a couple of fifties into her cunt and she almost 
passed out from that. She told me that I was really freaky and that she 
wouldn't have minded at all if I came back and did it a few more times like 
that. Only she wanted me to announce myself before I came. 

	I would almost have done it, too, but I knew that the second time is not 
good because it is not rape. 

	And rape was what turned me on. Not sex in itself. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It was very obvious to m e that Bertrand was well on his way to being 
cured. He knew now what it was that was bothering him and he knew the roots 
of his own desires as well as the basis of his displeasure. 

	He knew what he wanted now out of women, whereas in the beginning he was 
functioning solely on pure instinct. Now at least he was using his mind and 
he was coming to terms with his basic insecurities and is now able to cope 
with them. 

	He knew that all he wanted from life was not what he used to want. What he 
wanted now was far more healthier and better for him. 

	I can safely say that after a few years of therapy, he will be completely 
able to carry on a life that is as normal and meaningful as any one of you 
reading his story here. 

	CASE HISTORY FOUR 

	George G. 

	Age: Forty eight years old. 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	A number of women in an exclusive neighborhood had all suffered rape at the 
hands of Herman. He was their dentist. The women did not turn him in to the 
authorities or tell their husbands for fear of endangering their 
reputations. 

	Thus George was allowed to prey on his victims time and time again until he 
made the mistake of assaulting not one of his patients but his assistant. 
She didn't hesitate to call the police. 

	As the story unfolded, it turned out that 

	George had an extraordinary practice; he raped his pretty women patients 
and made them pay for the appointments, then threatened to tell everyone if 
they didn't come back to see him the following week. Some of the women fell 
for his threats. It hasn't been determined yet how many times he assaulted 
any one victim None of them will tell. 

	George was pretty cheerful about the interview. He said he was delighted to 
tell me what I wanted to know." 

	". . . in the interest of science of course. Oh it was lovely. Too bad it 
had to end like that. Most of those women . . . well . . . They didn't mind 
it that much. 

	Take the first one I don't really remember her name but I remember her name 
but I remember her alright she was a tall, slender blonde. Big bust and 
long, slender legs. 

	She sat in the chair first time and I let it back far. Sat behind her then 
on the stool and I could see right down the front of her dress. What lovely 
skin! She asked what was up and I told her tooth had to be pulled out. I 
gave her gas. 

	It was wonderful. All alone with that lovely blonde. I took her clothes off 
slowly to prolong the agony that I felt inside. It was wonderful-sweet 
delicate breasts. They were big. Oh, lovely, big tits with soft pink 
nipples. I trembled all over. My cock was hard as a rock. I never dreamed it 
would happen that I would be willing to lay my practice on the line like 
that. Lord knows I've had enough offers from patients but I never took them 
up on it. I don't know how or when I started to think of fucking them . . . 

	She smiled when I touched her nipples. They stood erect, little rouse buds 
of flesh-standing stiff-I pushed her skirt up and then took her panties down 
around her ankles . . . 

	Magnificent blonde fluffy hair. Curls and warm skin. It was wonderful. I 
wanted to kiss her cunt. Her legs dropped easily onto each side of the 
leather chair, I let it into the full reclining position then took my pants 
off. My cock was stiff and hard and on fire. I climbed up onto the chair 
between her lovely white legs-took her hips in my hands and moved forward 
deliberately until my cock touched her-The sensations! The thrill of her 
sweet, moist cunt! I thought I would go mad. It was too much for me to bear. 
My heart raced madly in my chest and my cock ached, the head bobbing, 
flashing red between her legs and I had to reach down to steady it while I 
got closer. My "cock touched her cunt and I pushed-slid in, penetrated her 
cunt and she frowned. Imagine that-she frowned even though I know she was 
out cold. 

	I got my cock in her and slid in all the way until our hair was pressed 
together. My whole body trembled then and I fell on her and kissed those 
magnificent breasts, sucked her nipples and then I kissed her ripe red 
mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she moaned in her sleep. 

	I started then, hunching my hips, pumping my buttocks and pulling my cock 
slowly in and out of her. I could feel her hair tickling my belly each time 
I pushed forward . . . In spite of the fact that she was gassed, her cunt 
was still very tight and gripped my cock, sending little thrills up and down 
my prick and then into my balls and groin. The sensations grew stronger with 
every thrust and finally I was beside myself with the thrills shooting 
through me and I started to pump harder, faster until I was almost out of 
breath and the thrills exploded in my cock-ripped through me and before I 
knew what had happened, I came in her-I didn't mean too but I came in 
her-shooting long bursts of sperm and it was wonderful as the thrills tore 
me to shreds and I grunted. 

	I worked quickly then and cleaned the woman thoroughly. I knew that when 
she would feel strange for a while but when the gas wore off . . . Well . . 
. she would have a sore cunt and never know why. 

	The next woman was a rather heavy set brunette. She was very attractive 
though. I remember her sweet face. She would have been even more beautiful 
if she had lost some weight. 

	Anyway I had always wanted to screw a fat woman. But I was always afraid 
that I might not like it and I wouldn't want to insult anyone by walking out 
on her . . . Well this gave me a perfect opportunity to find out. The lady 
came in to have a tooth checked. I told her she would need gas and she 
agreed. 

	I put her in the chair, administered the gas and soon, she was fast asleep. 
It worked quickly and efficiently, removed her dress and then her panties. I 
was really glad she didn't have a girdle on. 

	She was lovely. Her skin was smooth and silky as a babies skin. I'm telling 
you she had fluffy, curly hair on the cutest little cunt I've ever seen. The 
lips were thick and almost looked as if they were pouting-soft and pink. I 
spread them and looked with amazement when I saw how delicate the inner 
flesh was. My cock had long since been ready. I didn't know about the other 
half of her dress. It was one thing to pull it up to her waist, but entirely 
another matter to try to get it off. She was really a big woman. 

	I satisfied myself with half a loaf and took my pants off. It was great. It 
was even more thrilling with half her clothes on-it was a real exciting 
rape! That was the first time I thought of it that way. Here I was-raping a 
woman sleeping in my leather chair. 

	I got my cock in with some difficulty. She was very tight. But once I got 
in-it was wonderful. Her cunt was so moist and tender and I pulled in and 
out of her slowly, her flesh clinging to me and then I grabbed her around 
the buttocks and started to hump as fast as I could. It was too much. I just 
hunched in and out of her like crazy and it took all my strength to keep 
from coming right away. Her cunt was so tender and the sensations rippled 
over me, up and down my spine and in my balls like little electric shocks. I 
pumped in and out of her like a wild man then and I didn't care what 
happened. I figured I could get her again if I gave her extra gas. 

	I slid my hands under her buttocks and dug into her soft flesh, grabbed a 
thick handful and squeezed and hunched my hips, hammered my cock in and out 
then it hit me like a hammer in the balls-my juice shot in her and burned 
through my cock, tearing at my insides and I'm afraid I cried out. 

	She stirred a little and that brought me to my senses real quick. I had 
taken longer than I expected. I cleaned her up real fast so she wouldn't 
suspect right away and soon enough, she came around. 

	I acted real nice and she didn't say anything. But I know she liked it. . . 
She was one of the first ones who came back. The blonde didn't come back but 
the heavy brunette did. And a few others. 

	There was a young one. She was only a teenager. Kind of always acted funny 
when she came in. You know-always getting too close, looking deep into my 
eyes when there was no reason too and generally trying to act romantic. 

	She came in for work and I put her into my chair. I was so excited-I almost 
got ill there waiting for her to get settled in the chair. 

	She was pretty. Honey colored hair down to her shoulders and tight little 
breasts. I imagined what they looked like, firm and pink and it wasn't going 
to be long before I found out. 

	She got in the chair and I told her she would need the gas. Of course she 
agreed with whatever I said. I gave her a good dose and in a moment, she was 
out like a light. I took all her clothes off. It was wonderful. I took her 
white blouse off, then her skirt. I caressed her firm young legs, her thighs 
and even her feet. She smelled of too much perfume-probably for my benefit 
anyway-but it was sweet. 

	I slid her panties off first, slowly, torturing myself. Her navel was like 
a golden raisin and I swooped down to kiss it-pushed my tongue in and tasted 
her sweet flesh. 

	She moaned softly and lifted one leg. I knew it was going to be grand-I 
slid the panties down, exposing her white flat belly then the edge of her 
hair . . . Damn! It was like spun gold-so soft I scooped her in my arms, 
cradled her cunt and kissed her-my right arm under her waist, I lifted 
gently and kissed her sweet hot cunt lips . . . 

	My cock was aching with desire then. I climbed between her legs-gently 
lowered my cock until I came in contact with her delicate lips-I penetrated 
her immediately, easily . . . Although she was very tight, her cunt was 
moist and I found my prick buried quickly all the way in. 

	I rode her good. I slipped my cock deep until our bones ground together. It 
was wonderful-so hot and soft-I reached up and undid her bra, her lovely 
tits popped out, stood firm, white with thick pink nipples that looked like 
they had never been touched-I licked them, one by one and they responded, 
stood erect in spite of her being unconscious. 

	It was heaven, sheer heaven and I looked down at my cock as I thrust it 
into her, slammed our groins together and she moaned slightly in her 

	I hunched faster and faster and my leather chair squeaked. I was afraid 
someone would get suspicious and I had to finish quickly . . . It wasn't 
hard. I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked the sweet, tender pink flesh 
and squeezed the other breast with my hand and hunched as fast as I could 
and then my cock soon throbbed with the sensations that roared in my head, 
coursed through my blood and then exploded in her like a volcano-filling her 
tender little cunt with come-the juice overflowing her sweet lips and oozing 
down to her buttocks. 

	I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss her little cunt again before I put 
her clothes on. I pushed my tongue in and she moaned again in her sleep. Or 
was she asleep? Damned receptionist. She complained of a tooth ache and I 
said okay-I would have a look at it. Well, you've seen her. Pretty little 
thing. Bosomy and perhaps a little on the plump side. I never took much 
notice before then to be perfectly honest. I never believed in those 
relationships with employees. 

	Anyway it was raining out and not many people showed for their 
appointments. I found myself daydreaming about some of the women I had done 
in. My assistant asked me to look at her tooth. 

	I did-it was pretty bad and I told her it would have -to come out-I gave 
her some gas. When she was out, lying there so peacefully, I really took a 
good look at her. She was so different. Her hair was dark brown, shiny, 
healthy and her cheeks were rosy. I had never noticed before that there was 
a little dark mark on her throat and it gave me a little thrill . . . 

	Her breasts rose and fell and then I noticed for the first time that she 
didn't have anything but underwear on under her white smock. I worked fast, 
undid the buttons and in a few damned seconds she was lying naked there. 

	She really was beautiful like I said-just lovely tits with large round 
nipples. I had a hard on so bad I thought it would explode in my pants. I 
took my pants down and put the latch on the door just in case a patient 
might come in. What a fuck! She was tight and hot and sweet as hell. Her 
cunt was really something-slipping on my cock, teasing the nerve and driving 
me completely mad! 

	I looked at that sweet face, those rosy lips twitching, her cunt gripping 
my cock and suddenly it was all over-I moaned and arched, stiffened and 
pumped hard into her and started coming like there was no end-the juice just 
kept on shooting out of me and the next thing I knew, she was awake and 
shouting, kicking and scratching me . . . "You know the rest. She called the 
police and they came and arrested me. There was no sense in denying it. 

	Funny thing though. All those others never said a word and some of them 
even came back for more and paid, the fee! I'll never understand that. 

	You know that's the funny thing about women. You rape them and they scream 
and shout but then they always came back for more. 

	Some of them really started to like it after a while and they came back and 
paid all they had to get put under and then get fucked. They didn't really 
get put under though. After I knew that they were liking it I would just 
give them enough for them to get high on but not enough to really knock them 
out. 

	They really liked that a lot. They would get all stoned and dreamy on the 
Nitrous Oxide and then really get off on the fucking and the sucking that I 
gave them. They liked it better than anything because all their guilt and 
all the feelings they had about fucking somebody that was not their husbands 
or their lovers was all gone and they could pretend that they were out of it 
and didn't know what they were doing. 

	I tell you something doctor they are a crazy bunch of people and the more I 
raped them the more I realized that they had desires that were as crazy and 
kinky as mine were. 

	I thought I was pretty sick at first and it would really bother me. But 
then when I realized that they were getting into it as much as me I figured 
that I wasn't really sick after all and that I was just doing them a favor. 

	A lot of them took it as a favor and they would offer to come back twice 
and three times a week. In a way I don't blame them at all. 

	What does your normal housewife do all day except clean and cook and watch 
a lot of television. I mean they get bored and they want to do something 
with their lives as much as a man does. 

	Let me tell you. Raping all those lonely, desperate women in my office 
really turned me into a women's libber. I really got to understand the 
problems they were going through at home and I really felt bad for them in 
the worst way. 

	Anyway I know now that's it's no excuse for raping somebody but to tell you 
the truth most of the time it wasn't even rape. It was consent and that is 
one of the grounds for rape isn't it. That the other party can't have 
consent and must be forced into it. 

	Well that was the way it went for a long time and that was the way I was 
getting my rocks off. 

	I had a parade of women that would have made a playboy look sick by 
comparison. Some of them were really gorgeous and I had my pick of any woman 
that I wanted. 

	One of the best fucks I remember was with a real socialite. She came from 
the right side of town you could tell from the way she dressed and the way 
she carried herself that she knew what she was doing and she knew who she 
was doing it with. 

	She had been recommended by one of my other clients and she knew what the 
score was even before she came to me. She knew what I was going to do to her 
and when I told her that I had to give her the gas she told me not to give 
her too much because the stuff made her sick and she didn't want to miss 
anything. When she said that she gave me this big grin that told me she knew 
exactly what was going to happen. 

	You can bet your bottom dollar that I didn't waste any time at all with 
her. 

	I knew that I had hardly given her any gas at all but she pretended that 
she was already out and that she was sleeping. 

	I ran my hands over her body and she tightened up right away under me. She 
was squirming a little and I could hear sounds and moans escaping from her 
throat like she was really enjoying it. 

	I knew that she was because a grin spread all over her face while I pulled 
at her top and slowly drew out her tits into my hands. They were small and 
tight and I knew that I was going to get a mouthful of her before the 
session was over. 

	I ran my hands and my mouth all over her tits and took one nipple in my 
mouth and worked my tongue over it until I could hear her gasp and moan just 
a, little bit louder. She arched her body up to me as I increased the 
friction on the dark nipple of her tits. 

	She was a well dressed and she probably fancied herself high class and very 
chic. But let me tell you something doctor. When they get in that condition 
they are all the same and no matter how high born or high class they think 
they are they love to get sucked and they loved to get in the most 
animalistic and roughest way. 

	That was what really turned me on about her and that was the real reason I 
took her the way I did. 

	Making it really rough and hard for a woman like that can really make get 
off and can turn me on more than anything that I know of. 

	With her that was the way it was and that was the way I wanted to take her. 

	Her mouth was hanging half open and she fought for air. Her breath was 
short and quick and I knew that she was liking it. The stupid slut was 
getting a belly full of the good shit I was giving her and yet she had this 
angelic smile on her face. It reminded me of a saint and yet she was 
spreading her legs and she wanted me to fuck her. 

	The dichotomy of the situation was driving me crazy and I knew that I had 
to fuck her. I had to violate her and I had to take her in the most animal 
way I knew how. Her sweet innocence and the role she was pretending to play 
made me want her more doctor. I wanted to rip at her and show her for what 
she really was. She was still acting like she was unconscious. 

	But the wetness and the drippy cunt sauce from her naked cunt told me 
differently and the moans that were coming from her throat were something 
that betrayed her. 

	Her hands reached down and began to caress her own naked cunt while I 
worked on her tits. She was frigging herself and yet she continued to play 
the part of the unconscious patient that was being forced into sex. 

	That was the clincher for me. I knew that I could not hold myself back any 
more and that I just had to have her again. 

	Alright you cunt, I said to myself and then to her out loud. I'm going to 
fuck you and show you what kind of a cheap tramp you are underneath all 
these imagine clothes and that perfect hairdo. 

	I reached down into her cunt and I started to frig' and pull at the hairs 
of her cunt. 

	She moaned louder and arched her body up to me and let me have more of that 
cunt of hers. She wanted to be violated and hurt as much as I wanted to 
violate and hurt her. 

	She loved this kind of treatment and I could tell from the way she raised 
her legs and the way she spread them that she was getting a charge out of it 
that she had not for some time. Her cunt was sopping wet and her mouth was 
hanging open as I slammed my fingers all the way up her cunt and made her 
yelp and sting with pleasure and pain. 

	And she loved every minute of it. 

	You see doctor, it's not all my fault. When you get hold of that kind of 
woman that loves that kind of treatment and loves to get fucked like that 
you just have to give it to her no matter what you feel about the whole 
thing. 

	I could not control myself at this point and I got up on the arms of the 
chair with my knees and slid my cock out of my pants. It was already hard 
and erect and the red shaft of it was moving closer and closer to her high 
bred mouth. 

	She knew what I was doing and the cunt opened her mouth for my cock that 
was coming her way. I saw her tongue flick out and she scooped the head of 
my cock all the way into her mouth. 

	I thrust it all the way into her mouth and shoved it all the way to the 
back of her throat. She gasped and fought for air and I knew then that there 
was no way that she could possibly be awake. I felt her mouth and her tongue 
begin to work on the had of my cock and the energy and the passions that 
were building up in me finally came to a head. 

	I thrust and pushed harder all the way in until I knew that she could not 
possibly be able to breathe. Her eyes opened and she began to gag and that 
was when I shoved it in even harder. I had made her abandon that game she 
was playing and she knew now just the kind of woman she really was. 

	Her little game was over and now I was the one that was in control. She had 
come here to satisfy her own weird desires but now I was the one whose 
desires were going to be fulfilled, I was the one that was going to have the 
orgasm and shoot the load I had in me all the way into her mouth. 

	I heard her scream and beg me stop the things that I was doing to her but I 
knew that I could not. I was too hot and she had been too much of the 
pretender for me to stop now. 

	I wanted to feel the stream of hot come as it flooder her mouth and filled 
her up all the way with the stuff. She was gasping and fighting for air like 
a fish out of water and she gasped as the thick shaft of my cock went all 
the way into her throat and almost choked her to death. 

	I was going strong and powerful then and my cock was stiff and hard as a 
rock. My balls were killing me and I was racing to come. I wanted to shoot 
that thick cream all the way down into her throat and there was nothing in 
the world now that was going to stop me. 

	I was hotter than I had been for a long time and the sight of those 
carefully made up lips and that elegant hairdo beneath my cock was driving 
me crazy. I was pumping in and out of there like a mad man and she was 
fighting and kicking against me. She was fully awake and completely aware of 
what was going on now. Her little game was over and she was trapped under 
the weight of my hard thighs and under the spell of my cock. 

	She struggled and fought but the more she resisted the more I pumped and 
thrust into her. She was gasping and fighting under me and the whole room 
was quickly filled with the smell of our two struggling bodies. I was 
overpowered by the sight and the smell of her underneath me as my balls 
slapped and hit her chin. The shaft of my cock was now sliding in and out of 
her easily and with no effort. 

	It came out wet and slick each time and she slurped now and sucked at the 
juices. All the resistance had abandoned her as she began to love the 
feeling of my cock in her mouth and my balls against her face. 

	She stopped fighting and joined in on the animalistic scene that she had 
been wanting all along but dared not have the courage to admit to herself. 

	The head of my cock slid in and out of her in the most delicious way and 
she gobbled up all the juices that came pouring from my cock and my balls. 
She had her eyes half closed and her mouth wide open for the cock she wanted 
for so long. 

	Her head was thrown all the way back from the force of my thrusts and from 
her own need that was starting to overtake her and drive her wild with 
passion and lust. 

	She sucked and bit into the tender stiff head of my cock and she wanted all 
that there was of me and then more. All her composure and all her cool was 
thrown aside as the animal lust within her was unleashed and her needs came 
to the fore. There was nothing that she would not do now for the needs that 
were tearing and ripping her apart. She wanted me to fuck her and she lifted 
her legs all the way up as she tried to push me into her. 

	By this time I was more than ready to fuck and I let her know it. 

	I got down over her and I slid the thick shaft of my cock along the inside 
of her thighs. 

	She gasped and moaned and knew what I wanted and she was determined to give 
it to me. Her legs opened all the way for me and I let her have it right up 
the cunt. 

	As my thick prick slid into her she gasped and gave a yelp of pleasure and 
pain like I had never heard her do before. She was being ripped apart by the 
things that were aching and bursting to come out of her. All the passion and 
the lust that she had kept hidden from herself now came bubbling to the 
surface as if she were a volcano that had just exploded and was now pouting 
lava from the mouth. 

	She bucked and heaved harder into me as I slammed my cock repeatedly into 
and out of her like a maniac. 

	She was in ecstacy and I could tell, from the way her eyes were half closed 
and the way her mouth and her hips were pumping up at me that she was really 
getting off on this in a terrific way. 

	I could not get enough of her and she finally came flowing and hot all over 
the chair. Her come drenched me and she wet both of our thighs with the 
copious amounts of come that came streaming from her. She was tired and she 
wanted to stop but there was no way that I would let her. I still had not 
come and I was not about to for a long time. I began to hurt her and she 
begged me to stop. But there was no way in the world to stop what she had 
started and what I intended to finish. I was still strong and powerful above 
and I pumped for all I was worth. 

	I heard her voice begging and pleading up to me to stop but I could not 
until my own needs were satisfied. 

	I leaned on her heavily and I pressed the palms and my hands into her soft 
ripe flesh where I knew that I would hurt her. 

	That was what I wanted. I wanted to hurt and I was succeeding. I was giving 
her the fucking of her life and she knew it better than anyone else. She 
knew what I wanted and she fought and kicked against me in order for me to 
stop. 

	I would not until I got what I was after. Her cunt was completely open and 
I had no trouble sliding in and out of there. She was wet and slick and so 
was I and the two of us together were pounding the living shit out of each 
other. 

	My cock slid in and out of her like a wet slippery eel and she loved every 
minute of that great fucking that I was giving her. 

	She pretended now that she wanted me to stop but I could tell from the way 
her eyes were half closed and the way her mouth was gasping for air that she 
was really getting into it more and more. 

	Finally I bucked and strained against her for the last time and I fell 
heavily on her with all the weight of my body. The thick come shot all the 
way into her and moaned as she felt the cream seep into every pore of her 
body and fill her all the way up. 

	I finally got off her and told her to dress. I knew that she would not tell 
anyone because she loved it as much as I did and I also knew that she would 
be coming back for more one of these days. 

	And you know something doc? She did. She came back a lot of times and she 
asked for the same things and more. After a while the bit with the gas went 
by the boards and we just made believe all over again that I was raping her 
and that she was not willing to fuck me. 

	I guess the only place where I really screwed up was when I tried it with 
the nurse. She is the complete opposite. She had this thing against sex and 
against men. 

	To tell you the truth doctor, I think that she is the one that needs all 
the help and not me. I know what I want out of life and I know now to get it 
too. But her? She is a different story altogether and she should be here 
talking about her problems and not me. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It is clear to me that it is not at all like the subject claimed. The idea 
that a woman would enjoy rape and perhaps reach orgams while she is being 
attacked does gave some validity to it. But the fact that she would return 
repeatedly for sex and pay the subject money sounds a little far fetched to 
me. 

	It is my conclusion that the patient is projecting his own fantasies in 
this case. He would like to have women come to him and give him money in 
return for sex. He would like to play the role of the male prostitute and be 
paid for his services. That is what he really wants. But such is not the 
case and he feels compelled to rape the women .in order to satisfy his over 
active imagination. 

	This is a classic case of a disturbed person who projects the things he 
least likes about himself and give these attributes to the victims he rapes. 
Only on this way can he be satisfied and only in this way can he have sex 
with women. He must feel himself extremely desirable. Desirable to the point 
where women would pay him money to have sex with them. 

	I advised the subject to seek help immediately in getting all the help he 
can. 

	CASE HISTORY FIVE 

	Robert L. 

	Age: Thirty years old. 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	A parent complained that a teacher in the local high school had molested 
her daughter. Robert was identified by the parent but when confronted by the 
student, the young girl backed down.. . It took some time to conclude what 
had happened. Robert, by his own admittance, had sexually abused the girl, 
assaulted her in the classroom then threatened her. He said that if she 
told, he would get her. 

	Needless to say, he didn't "get" anybody. Robert was taken into custody and 
put under observation. I was allowed to tape the interview at the 
institution where Robert stays. 

	"I don't know how it started. It just seems like one day-there she was, 
naked in the room-laying naked on the desk with her legs open-her little 
cunt-pink cunt open and waiting for my cock . . . 

	I don't even remember her name. Isn't that something? I don't remember her 
name. But her body sticks in my mind alright. Isn't that great? I can 
identify her by looking at her tits and cunt. 

	You don't know how it is to have to sit all day long watching those girls. 
They know what they're doing to you. They know you can see up their skirts 
when you walk up and down in front of the room. They know it alright. And 
she was no different. In fact, the day it happened. I remember distinctly 
that she wasn't even wearing undies. 

	Image that? How can you expect a normal man to control himself when the 
loveliest girl in his class comes to school practically naked.. 

	I told her to stay after class. I only wanted to tell her that I thought 
her display was uncalled for. She could get the boys aroused. 

	Next day, she showed her contempt for me by coming in wearing a tight 
sweater and no panties underneath. I imagine she left the house wearing one 
and took it off on the way to school. 

	Everyone noticed. You could see her hard little nipples jutting out 
underneath . . . Perfect little nubs . . . 

	I'll call her June-is that okay?-well I told her again to stay after 
school. She was really snippy about it at first but as the afternoon wore on 
she didn't look so confident. Something was boiling inside me all day and I 
didn't know what it was until everyone had gone home and I stood alone in 
the room with June. My cock was on fire. 

	She stood there in front of me, avoiding my eyes and I reached out, put my 
hand on her shoulder and she only moved away. I told her that she should be 
careful of the way she dressed. That only brought a flippant remark to the 
effect that if I didn't like it, I shouldn't look at her. 

	Her hair was so shiny, honey colored in the light streaming through the 
windows. I wanted to say so much, my legs and arms felt like rubber. Now 
that we were alone, I wanted to say so much, take her in my arms, hug her 
close and kiss her . . . 

	I stepped close to her again. I thought I could feel the heat of her body. 
My hands moved slowly, automatically up her shoulders. She looked up and 
started to protest but it was too late- 

	I pulled her close, crushed her mouth with mine and drove my burning tongue 
deep between her ripe young lips. She moaned against my mouth and I could 
feel her teeth I pressed -so hard. I brought my arms around her and crushed 
her lovely young breasts to me, the nipples digging into me. 

	I pushed my hard cock up against her and she kicked my shins. The pain shot 
up through my leg and I let her go instinctively and reached for my leg. . . 
She kicked me again and started for the door but I intercepted her, caught 
her shoulder and pulled-her sweater pulled away from her bare shoulder and 
she wheeled around-her eyes shooting fire at me but I didn't care any more. 

	In the midst of her protests, I pulled her sweater from her body-tugged her 
sweater right off-then with her lovely breasts bouncing in the light, I held 
tightly to her with one arm and undid her skirt-let it drop to the floor in 
a blue pool at her feet. 

	She kicked and screeched now that I had her stark naked. Her body was on 
fire-almost burned my fingers to touch. I inhaled her odor and it set my 
mind on a wild journey that ended in the head of my twitching, burning cock 
. . . 

	I'm afraid my prick ruled me then. I grabbed her by the hair and slapped 
her face two or three times. I remember my hand was stinging very bad-I hit 
her very hard-and she screamed and fell back. 

	I caught her, picked her up in my arms, her flesh was so close to my 
face-her body was so delicate-I rushed to the desk and swiped everything 
onto the floor then put her on top . . . She held onto her face and 
whimpered while I got undressed. She didn't look up until I took my clothes 
off and climbed up onto the desk. That's when she saw my huge, red cock 
dangling in front of me-aiming right for her. She started to get up, 
screamed loud and I hit her again-her head hit the desk and made a loud bang 
and I wondered how she wasn't unconscious-then I told her to shut up and she 
wouldn't get hurt. 

	She mewed like a hurt kitten then and I took my cock in my hands then, 
rubbed all over her belly and her thick mat of silky blond pubic hairs-I 
shouldn't have done that because no sooner had I touched her when my cock 
jumped-a few drops squirted out and the damn sensations roared in my 
balls-she screamed again when the milky cream shot onto her thighs . . . 

	I hissed at her, warning her to shut up and she mewed again. I finally 
controlled my trembling hands and limbs and got my cock near her cunt-she 
whined as I pushed quickly-her cunt, so tight, pink lips stretching to take 
my huge cock-splitting her open with burning cock and lifting her ass-with 
my broad hands-up to take my cock in her silky cunt-I slammed in into her . 
. . 

	She arched her back-strained, her face turning red as I drove hard and deep 
and then suddenly she collapsed, fainted on the desk with me inside her. 

	I didn't care any longer. I started my slow, steady drive, pumping cock 
into her at a slow, steady rhythm, grinding my hips on her, my balls 
slapping her thighs, I leaned forward, took her lovely young nipples in my 
mouth, and sucked and bit them . . . She moaned and twisted under me and I 
went mad-drove my cock into her like a spear and bit her nipples until her 
eyes opened, filled with pain and fear and she screamed, then started to 
fight me, beat her little fists on my chest and face but it didn't matter to 
me any longer. 

	I was beyond pain, beyond the scene in the room. I was fucking my little 
venus, my dream, my love and my cock was soaked in the sweet heat of her 
tender little cunt and her hot breath filled my nostrils . . . 

	I hunched my hips faster and faster until my belly slapped against her 
rhythmically-I gritted my teeth cried out and stiffened-shuddered-my cock 
burst in her sweet heat-filled her little cunt with cream and she sobbed, 
twisted against me-scratched at my chest.. . 

	You can't imagine how I felt. It was like being in another world. Her flesh 
was no longer flesh but a rare silk spun by the gods-her mouth, red ' ripe 
fruit to be sucked-her saliva, the sweet nectar . . . 

	Her breasts stood firm and proud, proclaiming the beauty of youth-I kissed 
each pink nipple standing erect for me to admire. . . Her buttocks weighed 
in my hands and then a tiny trickle of love juice seeped between her silken 
mounds-I touched her lovely brown knot hole by mistake and she cried out. 

	I assured her that I wouldn't hurt her again if only she would 
cooperate-but she told me that she would rather be dead. 

	I was hard again-touching her breasts, kissing her hard nipples, running 
the flat palm of my hand gently over her fait, hard belly, down to the thick 
jungle of shiny hair-the hard dip of bone into her soft lips-juice filled 
fleshly cup-I wanted so much to kiss her little cunt-taste her soft lips but 
I knew what would happen if I released my grip on her wrists. She would try 
to run away. 

	That would have caused complications. For at that very moment, I heard 
someone in the hall. It must have been the janitor. I didn't hear anything 
but footsteps. 

	June was going to scream. I knew it, I could feel in my bones that she was 
going to scream. That's when I told her that I would get her if she told 
anyone. I made her swear on pain of death that she would never reveal to 
anyone what had happened there. She started to cry but she agreed. 

	She looked so lovely, so defenseless that I wanted to caress her, kiss 
her-but she moved her face away when I tried to kiss her ripe mouth . . . 

	My cock started growing inside her again. She squirmed, pulled her legs up 
and tried to get away but I held her with my weight-pinned her to the wooden 
desk top and then I moved my hips, long, slow movements that pulled my cock 
out then I shoved in hard-she stiffened each time I drove in deep, deeper 
until I slammed my body hard against her, forcing the air out of her lungs . 
. . 

	It was soon over. . . my cock was shooting deep into her again, filling her 
with love juice-she twisted and cried out that I was a beast-and worse. But 
we won't go into that. 

	A short time later I was confronted by the parents and police. It was a 
relief really. I couldn't sleep at night, dreaming of June-her perfect 
little breasts, proud nipples and her flat belly-no doubt tanned by the sun 
now-and her cunt-the well of happiness for me-my life . . . " 

	I was so taken by her that nothing in the world could have stopped me from 
doing what I did. It was not the first time that I had done something like 
that in my life. 

	The other people involved don't know about it but I guess now it doesn't 
really matter. I can feel safe telling you and I know that you can tell 
them. I really don't mind. I guess it would be tter to get it all out in the 
open and try to face up to it like a man. 

	The first time I raped a girl was near the vicinity of the school. As a 
matter-of-fact she was one of my students as well. She was very much like 
June and I guess that's why I raped her too. 

	She was doing well in my class and I knew that she was very interested in 
the subject because she and I would often engage in conversations about the 
subject after class. 

	She was bright and she was very pretty as well. She was soft and delicate 
and tender in a way that made you want to take her and fuck her. 

	She also had long blonde hair and a fair skin that was just aching to be 
touched and fondled. She was impish in her own way and I wanted her from the 
first time I saw her. I never dreamed that one day I would do what I did to 
her. I was happy just having fantasies of her. 

	But one day the opportunity showed itself and there was no way that I could 
turn it down. 

	She was talking about a book that she had read and I happened to have the 
sequel to it at my apartment. She asked if she could borrow it and I told 
her that I had to go all the way home and get it and that I would bring it 
back to her as soon as I could. 

	She said that she would like to accompany me and all of a sudden I got a 
limp in my throat and a bulge began to form in my pants. 

	I knew I was getting horny at the thought of making it with her and I hoped 
that I would have the strength to resist the temptation of her flesh and the 
invitation of her eyes. 

	She was giving me the come on and when we stepped through the door of my 
apartment I knew then and there that I was going to have her one way or 
another. If she was willing fine. If she was not then I would have to force 
her. 

	I walked to the bookshelf and I picked out the book she wanted. As I handed 
it to her the back of my hands rubbed against the tip of her nipples. She 
blushed a little and then began to giggle. 

	I was not in a giggling mood and I reached out and put my hands on her 
tits. There was no mistaking my intentions now. This was no accident on my 
part and I let her know it when I squeezed the nipples of her tits between 
my fingers. 

	She tried to get away from me and I held her tighter by the nipple. She 
wrenched herself away and made for the door. But I jumped in front of her 
and blocked her path. 

	I was panting and breathing heavily and there was no way now that I could 
possibly stop myself from dong what I had in mind. 

	I walked to her and put my arms around her. She tried to get away and the 
more she fought against me the more I pulled her to me. 

	She tried to scream but I covered her mouth with my hands. She could hardly 
breathe and I knew that she would soon pass out if I continued to hold her 
around the mouth like that. 

	I was behind her and holding on to her mouth and her tits at the same time. 
She was fighting and trying like hell to get away from me but I was stronger 
than she could ever be and I held her tight while my hands began to explore 
her body. 

	I shot my hands up her skirt and felt the damp tops of her thighs and knew 
that despite the fact that she was struggling she was going to enjoy herself 
and she was going to fuck me. 

	Her cunt was already wet through her panties and she was perspiring and 
breathing heavily. I wanted her more than ever now as I smelled the perfume 
rise from her with the increase of her sweating and the increase in her 
activity. 

	I tore at her top and the things came off in my hand. She was standing now 
in front of me naked from the waist up and I was dying to get her completely 
naked. 

	My mouth tore at her and she gasped and fought against me with all the 
strength she had. 

	But it was useless for her to struggle. I was far stronger than her and I 
was going to take her one way or another. I ran the rough tips of my fingers 
over her nipples and she gave a yelp as if someone had just stabbed her with 
something. 

	I could feel the tender flesh beneath my fingers as I stroked and pulled at 
them until they became hard and erect. She was gasping louder now but it was 
for another reason. She was gasping with pleasure and I knew that I finally 
had her under my control. 

	As I removed her skirt I could see that she was beginning to relax and that 
she was beginning to enjoy herself. She was leaning harder against me and 
she was heaving and sighing her breasts up and down on her chest. 

	She told me that she was a virgin and that I should be careful with her. 
That sounded an awful lot like she was trying to give me the go ahead and 
that I should just be careful not to hurt her. 

	I let her go and motioned her to get to the bed that was in the other room. 

	She was more than willing to go and I watched as her tits jiggled up and 
down on her chest as she walked. She was a great looking girl and I knew 
that I was going to have a great time with her. Despite the fact that she 
was a virgin she was willing and ready to fuck. That excited more than 
anything and I was panting and almost choking from the lump that had formed 
in my throat. 

	She lay on her back in the bed and she held her areas open to me. She still 
had her dress on and the top of her was naked. The sight of her laying like 
that on the bed turned me crimson with passion and I almost jumped on top of 
er with the lust that was rushing through my body. 

	I was steaming and bursting with the passions that were running through me. 
I gritted my teeth and sighed heavily on top of her as the things inside 
sought to escape. 

	When she saw just how powerful and urgent were my needs she became 
frightened. She told me to take it easy and she wanted me to slow down and 
not be so rough. But it was all I could do to keep myself in control of the 
situation. I was hot and heavy and there was not stopping me now. 

	She gasped and was about to scream and I just let her. There would be 
nobody around to hear her scream and I knew that she would only be screaming 
for a little while. 

	I spread her legs with my hands and let her have the tip of my cock between 
her legs. She cried out in pain and pleasure as the tip of my cock found its 
way to the opening of her cunt and slid all the way in there until it could 
go no further. She was impaled on my cock and her tender pink cunt lips were 
spread wide from the thickness of the thick shaft of my prick. 

	I had her now and there was nothing she could do to get out of it. 

	She twisted and squirmed below me as the shaft of my cock slid in and out 
of her in the greatest way that I knew. She was beginning to get wet and 
slippery and I had no trouble at all any more shoving my cock in and out of 
her. 

	She was in pleasure and passion now and she was enjoying it as much as me. 
She was getting into the whole scene and she was liking it more and more. 
Her cries of pain became soon cries of pleasure as her virgin cunt was being 
pulled apart and her clitoris was becoming hard and erect at the top of her 
slit. 

	She was so wide now that I would never have thought that she was a virgin. 
She made all the room for me there was but she was still tight and nice 
around the shaft of my cock and around the head of my prick. 

	She was really a good fuck and she knew it. She squirmed and bucked up 
against me like a pro and for the little girl she was she sure knew an awful 
lot about sex. Her little hands reached down and grabbed me by the bottoms 
of the balls. She dug her fingernails under the area of my ass and she ran 
them lightly yet forcefully over the whole area and all the way around my 
balls. She sure felt good in there and she knew how to turn me on. 

	This was one virgin that was really getting a charge out of getting raped. 

	After a while I could feel her stiffening up and I saw her eyes close and 
her mouth contort in a smile of pleasure and delight. She was loving it now 
and I could see from her face that she wanted more. 

	Then she suddenly exploded beneath me and her buckings and her shoves were 
going faster and faster. She was driving herself harder and harder against 
me until she finally flooded by cock and her thighs as well as mine with the 
thick cream from her cunt. 

	She was great when she came like that and the whole room was filled with 
the smell of her and her young female body in heat. The smell of my balls 
and my cock mingled with the smell of her cunt and her perfume to make an 
aphrodisiac redolence that just made me more horny and more excited than 
before. 

	She bucked and fought against me as she came and then she lay back in 
pleasure and satisfaction. 

	I was still going strong and after she came I was beginning to hurt her. I 
knew I was but there was nothing that I could do about it. There was nothing 
I could do about the needs inside me that were crying out to be filled and 
the juice in my balls was screaming to be released into her hot little cunt. 

	She begged and pleaded with me to get out of there but I could not. There 
was no way for me to stop and then I exploded and filled her tender pussy 
with the thick cream of my come. 

	Only after I came did I realize that she was a student and that I could get 
into a lot of trouble for doing this. I knew I could go to jail for having 
fucked her but I hoped and I pleaded with her not to tell anyone. If she did 

	I threatened to really hurt her for good. 

	That shut her up and she dressed quickly wanting like hell to get out of my 
apartment. 

	I let her go without a word and hoped that she would not tell anyone about 
what happened. 

	That was the first time doctor, and I swore to myself that it was going to 
be my last. But I guess I was wrong. The other time you and everybody else 
knows about it. I can't control myself. I just can't. 

	In a way I am glad that I am in this place now and that I won't hurt any 
more little girls. 

	CONCLUSION. 

	The subject is no longer a threat to society and he is safely behind bars. 
His problem though cannot be solved that easily. 

	The problems of the mind and the psycho-sexual needs within him are still 
unresolved and it will take years of treatment to cure it. His real problem 
is still a mystery to me and it will take dozens of interviews of this kind 
in order for. anyone to get to the real roots of the cause. 

	CASE HISTORY SIX 

	Name: James L. 

	Age: Sixteen years old. 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	James is a very fair haired, light skinned boy of sixteen. His eyes are 
deep blue and sometimes, one is forced to look away. James seems unaware of 
this ability to make one look away. He is attending a well-known boy's 
school outside the city. The school has a very good reputation. Most of its 
graduates have become some of the best known men in the country. Therefore, 
when James was accused of raping ten young women, the school officials 
insisted that he be placed under observation. It enabled them to avoid 
adverse publicity. 

	My attention was called to his case by one of the staff doctors. He said it 
was a special interest case because of the manner in which James attacked 
the women. He always mounted them from behind-the so called dog fashion. 

	When I met him, Bob was very polite, calm. He seemed very shy and blushed 
quite frequently and for no apparent reason. I explained the purpose of my 
interview and he seemed eager to help. After a brief question period 
concerning his life at home, I felt that I had gained his confidence. 

	It seems that James's parents had entered him in the boys school to get rid 
of him. They were still rather young, having married and had a son at a 
relatively early age, his parents wanted more of the pleasure of life than 
the responsibilities. And so, James was signed into a school. Luckily, 
James's father was wealthy enough to afford one of the best. But although a 
private school carries a well known faculty, supplies the best of 
everything, doesn't necessarily mean that the students themselves may not 
indulge in questionable practices. James found out the hard way, his first 
week at the school, he was attacked in the shower by fifteen upper class 
boys. They left him battered and humiliated for whoever wanted him that 
night-a night he wouldn't forget very soon . . . 

	"Can you remember what and why-How the boys were provoked into attacking 
you?" 

	"No one provoked them-one of the guys started to push me around-they called 
me names and the next thing I knew, they jumped me . . . " 

	His voice trailed off. I realized that I was in danger of alienating him so 
I switched to our original purpose. "Can you tell me in your .own words what 
happened between you and the women." 

	"I . . . I just did what the police say I did-I waited on the dark streets 
at night, jumped out and pulled them into alleys-the young women-I just did 
what the police said." 

	"Yes. That I know. Now tell me in your own words what happened." 

	James sat up straight. He appeared nervous now but still under control. He 
seemed to be collecting his thoughts and his lips twitched slightly. James 
avoided my eyes altogether now. 

	"Well-of course what they did to me at the school-it had nothing to do with 
those girls of course-you know that. But it was horrible-just horrible. I 
wanted to crawl out of my skin or in a corner or lie in a hole and die. I 
sneaked out of the school building and off the grounds. It was really dark 
out and nobody saw me. I wandered around on the road for what seemed like 
hours. I didn't even know what direction I was headed in and didn't care. 

	There was a noise on the road-a few miles from school but it was so dark I 
couldn't see. So I stepped off the road and hid behind a tree. I waited for 
the footsteps to get real close. I figured one of the guys followed me from 
school. I was going to jump the bastard and give him a taste of the same 
medicine I had gotten from the rest of them. 

	Well, I jumped out-got the person around the neck from behind and covered 
his mouth. He struggled but it was easier than I thought and I got him down 
on the ground in no time. He kicked and bit and scratched but like I said, 
it seemed pretty easy-I must have really been scared because I didn't even 
realize that it was a girl until I tried to take her pants down . . . She 
was wearing a light dress and then I realized that her tits were crushed 
under my arm . . . But I wasn't going to let it stop me-the fact that she 
was a girl. 

	I forced her onto the ground and pulled that dress up over her back, ripped 
her flimsy cotton panties to shreds. My cock was ready to explode-it was 
thick and hot and the head was all bright red. I never saw it like that 
before. The girl struggled as I maneuvered, got my cock against her shiny 
buttocks. I couldn't see too much but I could feel her hot body, squirming. 
Well, she stopped when I grabbed her tits hard in both hands and squeezed . 
. . Yeah . . . she stopped then and I got my prick in close, touched her 
cunt.. . Of course I didn't realize at the time what was what so I just 
pushed where instinct told me to go and there it was . . . Not all that easy 
thought. 

	That girl thrashed about, kicked and twisted under me as soon as my cock 
touched her ripe young cunt. Well, I wrapped my arms around her waist and 
lunged forward and drove my burning cock right into her-it went in hard and 
deep and she twisted and screamed under me. I went a little crazy then and 
started to punch her and slam my cock in her like a hammer and even though 
it hurt me real bad, I pushed heard . . . It's like all I wanted to do was 
hurt somebody-I didn't care who. Anyway, I fucked her for a long time. My 
cock was throbbing, alive with new sensations. I didn't really know what was 
happening to me and I didn't care-all I knew was I got my revenge-took out 
my anger on somebody. It didn't matter who. 

	She struggled now, begged and pleaded with me to be easy. I remember how 
she squirmed. 

	Damn-it really started me off on a thrill like I never felt before in my 
life . . . It started deep inside me-hot and then sliced like a knife up 
through my belly and I shot into her-for the first time-I shot this hot 
juice into her cunt and she grunted, groaned . . . 

	I pulled it out of her then and ran. I hiked my pants and ran like hell 
into the trees without looking back. I know she didn't see me. Of course I 
was scared next day but after that, I knew she hadn't seen me or the teacher 
would have called me out.. . " 

	"Go on . . . Tell me about another . . . whichever comes to mind." 

	"There was a girl in the school kitchen. She's about the same age as 
me-sixteen. I was assigned to kitchen help one day-it was right before 
parents visiting day and they wanted the school spotless. The girl was there 
when I arrived late in the afternoon. One of the cooks told me to clean up a 
small storeroom. While I worked on the shelves of canned food, the girl came 
in. I remember how quiet it was and the smell of dust and the wood of the 
shelving. Her skirts rustled in that close quiet and a sudden thrill shot 
right through me like a spear. I knew then what I was going to do . . . 

	She glanced at me a few times out of the comer of her eye but pretended not 
to notice me. Well.. . I worked my way close to her and 

	I could smell her body. It was sweet but musky at the same time and my cock 
was vibrating. I really liked her simple cotton skirts-billowy and long, 
like something out of a picture in the old days-you know what I mean? Anyway 
. . . I stepped out of the room quickly and found that everyone had gone so 
back into the store room I went, slammed the door.. . 

	She tried to scream at first but I threatened her with my fist again and 
she just started to whimper, cry while I pulled her dress up and grabbed her 
fluffy cunt. It was cool and dry and she whimpered like crazy, then cried 
loud when I pushed my finger in,. . It was incredibly tight and my prick 
took over. It got hard and hot and I wasn't thinking any more . . . I pulled 
her dress all the way off, then her bra. She didn't even attempt to cover 
herself, just stood there and whimpered while I touched her. I squeezed 
those thick, pink tits and the nipples bulged between my fingers. I leaned 
forward and kissed each nipple. They tasted sweet and I covered them with my 
hot mouth and sucked eagerly. She pushed then and told me to get away from 
her. 

	I pulled her hair and snapped her head back. You should have seen the look 
in her eye; like she was going to die of fright or something. And I pulled 
her over to the flower sacks and ripped her petticoat and panties off. She 
really started to cry now that she was naked. What a figure she had! Her 
tits were thick and pointed with those dark pink nipples and her belly 
flattened, then her hair puffed out around her tight little cunt. Her hips 
were lovely and I remember the heat of her skin when I touched her . . . 

	My prick was on fire then and I forced her to lay on her belly over the 
sacks of flour. She whimpered and begged me not to do anything-I guess she 
thought I was going to beat her-I took my pants off-leaned over her back and 
spread her lovely white thighs. Her cunt stared at me, those perfect pink 
lips, aching for cock and I lunged hard at her, not caring any more. My cock 
rammed into her cunt and she grunted, suppressing a cry in her throat and 
gurgling as my thick, burning cock rammed straight into her, filled her 
quickly with hot flesh and she whimpered as I fell on her back now, grabbed 
her shoulders and. fucked until my belly slapped loud on her buttocks and 
she whimpered and whined and suddenly when I looked down, she was a boy-the 
biggest boy in school and then when she twisted her head to the side, her 
hair swished and I recognized my mother-my mother there-my lovely mother-I 
had seen her naked in the bath and my prick was twitching so hard then and 
she saw me looking at her beautiful nipples-jutting out and covered with a 
thin film of soap-she frowned at me for looking so long-I remember she told 
my father later on and he beat me with a leather belt-I was ashamed. 

	But now this girl was defenseless under me and my cock rammed away in her 
cunt and to me it was simply heaven and all my anger started to well up 
inside of me-I grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head back like a 
horse-she cried out for mercy and her cries made something snap inside of 
me-I hit her, slapped her round white buttocks with my open palm until the 
skin flushed fiery red and she twisted and squirmed, yelped each time I hit 
her and my cock was ready to burst inside her. Each time I hit her, she 
twisted hard and sensations fired up through my cock. 

	Her breasts were crushed on the sacks and I fell on her again, humping as 
hard as I could in her cunt and then my mother's face flashed through my 
mind again and I felt my cock swell suddenly . . . my body stiffened and I 
came inside of her in a fiery blast . . . gushing my juice into her and the 
sensations rippling through me almost made me scream." 

	"Was that the last time you pictured your mother while raping another 
woman?" 

	"No. I.. . I saw her every time after that. 

	And in fact, it got so vivid . . . I mean the faces would be hers and the 
bodies would be her. I didn't see the other boys any more like in the 
beginning. At first, I was getting revenge on them but then it was my mother 
I was fucking . . . why do you suppose . . . " 

	"What about the others?" 

	"Well, the boys attacked me once again but I was ready for them. I had a 
hunting knife I bought and they were scared of me then. None of them would 
dare come near me." 

	"But isn't the knife the reason you were finally caught?" 

	"Yes. I imagine. The last girl-a beautiful blonde-she was in town. I 
remember it was a late Saturday night. I had sneaked off from school to go 
to the movies and I saw her sitting in front of me. I wanted desperately to 
touch her all through the show. When she left, I followed a little way 
behind her until we came to a dark side street. I grabbed her and she fought 
me. Kicked and scratched. It hurt. I have a scar here-see on my cheek? Well, 
I panicked and pulled out my hunting knife. You see, I always carried it. I 
told her to keep her mouth shut and she did. 

	Then I don't know exactly why, but I cut her clothes off with the knife-it 
was so good to slice those clothes from her pale skin. She was naked and 
trembling, trying desperately to cover her lovely body. I could see her cunt 
all covered with thick fluffy hair and her thighs, her belly heaving and her 
tits-superb little hard nobs-thick nipples jutting out like ripe little 
fruits . . . 

	My cock was hard as stone and I pulled it out. She backed away and I 
threatened her again so she stayed there against the wall. It was hard to 
control myself. For some crazy reason, I wanted to bite her, draw blood-eat 
her like a ripe pear-I made her get on her hands and knees and slipped my 
thick cock up behind her. I held the knife at her throat while I put my cock 
into that tight cunt. 

	She twisted and fought at first but I got it into her and settled down, let 
the knife drop and I pumped in her trembling body then and she was sobbing, 
her head hanging and I grabbed both tits under her and squeezed until the 
nipples were hard nubs and she cried out, bawling like a little kid, asking 
me to leave her alone-and suddenly, it was mom all over again under 
me-begging me to forgive her and I fucked harder, feeling the sensations 
riding in me, her flesh pliable and hot under me and her body being tortured 
. . . My balls leapt in the sac, slammed against her and then I was coming 
fast and hard, shooting hot juice into her cunt and she screamed-she 
screamed loud and the noise filled my ears-rattled in my head as she 
screamed. 

	But there were a lot more girls than anybody knows about doctor. 

	There were so many that I almost forgot most of them. They were all young 
and tender and all of them reminded me in some way about my mother. They all 
looked like her after a while and they all had then things that my mother 
did. 

	I don't know if I was imagining it or if it was real but they all looked 
like her and they all carried themselves in the same way. 

	There was one girl that I met at the house of a friend. She wasn't really a 
rape but she fuck me against her will. I had a real good time with her and 
she liked it too. I met a bunch of girls that were like that. They would 
pretend that they didn't like it at first and then they would really get 
into it more than me. 

	That was the way they are sometimes, doctor. They make believe that they 
hate it and then they turn around and they start digging the shit out of it. 

	Well, any way, this girl was the friend of one of my friend's sisters. It 
was me and my friend and his sister and this girl. The four of us were just 
sitting around talking and we were having a pretty good time. I almost 
forgot about all the things that I had been doing up to now and I was 
feeling pretty good about everything. Things were going along pretty good 
there and then she, her name was Theo, decided that she had to go home. I 
watched her go and then I said that I had to go home too. 

	I don't know what made me follow her but it was something that I did out of 
instinct or gut feeling or something. I had no intention of raping her or 
anything like that. All I wanted to do was to go home. I really did. 

	I saw her up the road from me and then I recognized her as the girl that 
was with my friends in the house. All of a sudden I got that old feeling 
again that I wanted to get to her, wanted to feel her body up against me. 

	That was the most powerful feeling that I know of-when you get the urge to 
do that there is just no way that I can stop it. It is too much to resist. 

	I walked along behind her for the longest time and I was afraid that she 
was going to head for the lights that were up ahead on the path. But she 
didn't. She turned on the road and headed for the side road that lead to the 
school where she went. I knew that it was the chance that I had been waiting 
for. I knew that now I was going to get her and there was nothing that I 
could do to stop it. 

	I walked along in the bushes behind her and to the side of her and I knew 
that she would hear me there. She would turn around from time to time and 
she would look and try to see what was going on. That always turn me on more 
than anything. I love it when they get a little scared and they start to 
sweat a little. 

	Then she finally stopped in her tracks and started to look around for what 
she was sure was someone following her. 

	That's when I pounced. I jumped out of the bushes and jumped right on top 
of her. She was so surprised that she didn't even scream or anything like 
that. She just stood frozen where she was and she did not move a muscle. 

	I ran my hands over to her mouth and I covered it in case she decided to 
scream or in case she might want to run or something. As I held her, tight 
like that I started to run my hands over her tits and over her thighs. As 
soon as she figured out what it was that I wanted she calmed down and let me 
do whatever I wanted to her. I could feel her spread legs below me like that 
and I knew that she was going to let me do anything that I wanted to. 

	That really surprised me, doctor. That really gave me something to think 
about. I was so surprised that I just stood there for a minute not knowing 
what to do and not knowing where to put my hands next. 

	She spoke something to me and I had to ask her to repeat it because I did 
not believe what she said. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her, and that if 
I did we should go into the bushes and do it right. My mouth almost hung 
down to my feet, I could not believe what she said to me and I took some 
time for the thing to register in my head. 

	Finally I got myself together and decided to take her at her word. I 
dragged her into the bushes and she lay down on the ground of her own will. 
I was sure that she had recognized me because I thought I heard her say my 
name once. But I can't be sure. 

	I stood above her and watched as she hiked up her skirt and ground her cunt 
up in the air to me. 

	I never had a girl who did anything like that before. She was pumping up 
and down with her cunt like that and she was giving the come on of my life. 
She was really hot and she was showing it to me in no uncertain way. 

	She ran her hands down to her cunt and she started to rub and her crotch 
through the fabric of her panties. She was hot and in the darkness and the 
dampness of the night I could smell the husky aroma of her cunt and I knew 
that she was waiting for me to do something. I was not used to fucking girls 
while they were willing and I was taken aback by the whole thing. I didn't 
know what to do about a situation like that and there was some quick, 
learning that I had to do. I knew that I had to be cool about the whole 
thing and I hoped that she would not tell anybody about the fact that I 
almost raped her. 

	She kept telling me to come on and to ge on her and start the thing moving. 
I was shook and I showed it. She started to laugh at me and that got me 
really mad. I was angry and my breath started to come hard and heavy as I 
watched her grind and buck against the air. She was laughing harder now and 
that was when I got really mad. I leaned down and punched her telling her to 
shut up or I would kick her right in the cunt. 

	She shut up and knew that I meant business. 

	I got on top of her then and I got turned on only after she started crying 
and only after she started to fight against me. That is the funny thing 
about me. I only get turned on when girls resist. 

	I ripped her panties off and they became tatters in my hands. She was naked 
and exposed below me now and I knew that I wanted to rape her more than 
anything in the world that moment. 

	She was crying louder now and I had to put my hands over her mouth to keep 
her from crying out loud. She was begging me to leave her alone but that was 
the wrong thing for her to say. That was all wrong and she knew from the way 
that I started to rip at the rest of her clothes and the way that I whipped 
out my cock and let it sit right over her mouth. I wanted her to blow and 
she was going to do it even if I had to kill her. 

	I grabbed her around the throat and I choked her until her mouth was open. 
As soon as I saw that her mouth was open I shoved the shaft of my cock all 
the way down into her throat. She was gasping and choking and then I knew 
that I got what I wanted, I made her suffer and as soon as I realized that I 
knew that I was going to come. 

	I spurted the thick come all over her mouth and her chin and the stuff ran 
down her like thick custard. She loved it and hated it at the same time but 
I was really loving every minute of it. I was getting into it more and more 
all the time and I knew that I finally got what I wanted. 

	After I came she wanted to know if she could go. That was the wrong thing 
for her to say again. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. I said 
that I would not let her go until I was satisfied in every way. She cried 
more when she heard that and I got more horny. I was flaming hot by now and 
I showed it. 

	My breath was hot and quick and I was panting like a dog. I spread her legs 
with my hands and she fought against me every inch of the way. She was dying 
to get out of there but I would not let her go for anything in the world. 
She was too good to be let go of and I was going to fuck her if it was the 
last thing I would ever do. 

	Her cunt was tight and the first time that I tried to jab my cock in there 
I could not penetrate. I decided that the best thing to do would be to try 
it first with my finger. I jabbed the digit hard in there and I felt her 
open herself all the way to me. Her cunt was hot and wet and I knew that she 
would eventually give herself completely to me in no time at all. 

	She started to spread her legs of her own free will now and that turned me 
off just a little bit. But it was not enough to turn me off completely and I 
knew that I still wanted to fuck her now. 

	I could smell her cunt as it got hotter and hotter and I knew that she was 
getting turned on by the whole scene and that she was loving every minute of 
the rape. 

	When she finally reached her arms up to me I knew that she wanted me to get 
her as bad as I wanted to get into her. I lowered myself down on top of her 
and I felt the tip of my cock wedged against her cunt. She reached for the 
back of my thighs and pushed me as hard as she could all the way into her. 
My cock was surrounded by her hot cunt and the feelings that I got in me 
were something that were just out of this world. She was so sweet and tight 
in there that I never wanted to come out. 

	I felt her back arch and I knew then that she was getting into it all the 
way. I knew that she was loving all the good fucking that I was giving her 
and I knew that she was going to come soon. 

	Her breath was hot and heavy on me and I knew that she was going to take my 
meat all the way inside her and grind the living shit out of it. 

	That first penetration was something that I will never forget as long as I 
live. I was so nice and hot in there and she was so tight that I felt like 
every ounce of energy and every drop of my come was going to be sucked out 
of me and all the way into her hot box. 

	She was great and I could not get enough of her. 

	She was gasping and moaning by now and she was fighting and squirming below 
me. Her calves and the backs of her feet were kicking and fighting into the 
back of my thighs and into my ass. She was giving me all the excitement and 
all the passion that was inside her and always going crazy from the great 
fucking that she was giving me. 

	Her mouth was open and her cunt was pulling at me in the most terrific way. 
She was no slouch when it came to fucking and I knew that she must have done 
this at least a thousand times in her life. The little slut must have given 
it to a hundred guys already and she was no older than sixteen. 

	Finally as she started to come I began to pound harder and harder into her 
until all the juices and all the things that were inside of me were coming 
out in one long deluge of come and one long orgasm. 

	She was feeling it too and I knew from the way she was moving and gyrating 
around under me that she was going crazy as well as I was. 

	She tightened the muscles of her cunt around the shaft of my cock and I was 
sucked into the most terrific orgasm that I ever had. She was pulling and 
pulling at the head and the shaft of my cock in the most incredible way and 
'she sucked at my neck and the hollow of my shoulder. 

	She knew her way around me and she knew how to do all the things that 
turned me on. She knew how to tighten her cunt in just the right way and she 
knew how and when to suck on a guy's ear to make him come just at the same 
time that she was coming. 

	We both exploded time after time into each other and we were both going 
crazy from the fucking that had just taken place between us. She was half 
delirious with the things that were happening inside her and she sure knew 
how to do things to make me and herself come. 

	I finally pulled myself away from her and pulled up my pants to leave. She 
grabbed me and said that if I didn't want her to tell anybody that I raped 
her I would have to come back and do this any time she wanted. 

	There was no way out of it. She knew who my friend was and she knew where I 
could be reached so there was no point in giving her a phony phone number. I 
was hooked and there was no way that I could get out of it. There was 
nothing I could do except do whatever it was that she wanted me to do. 

	I was hooked but it was a nice kind of hook. I knew that I really liked to 
fuck that kind of girl because she liked it rough like me. She liked that 
rough treatment and she liked the way I fucked her and the way I responded 
to her. 

	We fucked a whole lot of times after that. We did it so often that I kind 
of got to consider her as sort of my girlfriend. 

	It was a nice thing really and I really got to like her after a while. She 
was a little crazy but that didn't bother me at all. All that mattered to me 
was that we had a good time and that we fucked a lot. 

	It didn't last very long though because one day I went to her house to get 
her and go to a movie or something and I found her fucking some other guy in 
the living room. She was on the floor and the guy was sucking her out while 
she was blowing him off. 

	She told me to get lost and to come back after but I never went back and 
she didn't try to get in touch with me. I figured it was just like a woman 
to do something like that and that I should have been expecting it all 
along. 

	So I just went out and kept doing the things that I had been doing with 
other girls. You know, raping and attacking them whenever the chance came 
up. 

	I guess I was happier that way and I guess that was the way a guy like me 
can relate to other women. They won't give me a chance to get it on with 
them in any other way. 

	I guess it's just my luck and I have to live with it the best way I can. 

	I don't really mind though. I get a chance to meet a lot of girls that way 
and maybe someday I'll be able to find another girl like that again. - 

	I don't know. I can always try. 

	In a way I guess that I'm glad that they caught me. These doctors and you 
can maybe tell me what is wrong with me and maybe you can fix me up in some 
way. 

	I was also afraid that one of these days I was going to hurt somebody and 
that I was going to get arrested for really doing somebody harm like murder 
or something like that. I was always afraid of that and I knew that I often 
had the urge to kill. I would always find myself in the situation of wanting 
to really cream somebody in the worst way. 

	Now that I'm here I guess there won't be any need to be afraid or anything 
like that. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It is clear to me that the main problem with the above subject is that he 
had never been able to relate to women in any positive way. 

	I am also of the opinion that his mother had been a great and an unnatural 
influence of his life. She stunted and restrained him from ever growing up 
and from ever being able ro relate to anyone in any way that would have been 
beneficial or healthy for him. 

	I could only council him to seek the help that the authorities will provide 
him with. 

	It is the only thing that he can do under the circumstances and it is the 
only way that he can start on that long road to recovery. 

	CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

	William F. 

	Age: Twenty-eight 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Responding to a call my neighbors, police arrived at the apartment of Mrs. 
J.N. and found her nude and hysterical. She said a man had entered her home 
and raped her. He was described as her delivery man. He had gained entrance 
to her apartment to make a collection. A few moments later, he attacked and 
raped her. 

	William consented to an interview if I didn't use his name. The following 
is his account of the sexual assault. His real name is not William F. 

	"I didn't feel any different that morning. Hah. I say, that morning like it 
was special after all. Well, it was collection day. This broad . . . Mrs. 
(Name blanked out of tape), came to the door in her nightgown. One of them 
see through gowns. She looked sleepy but she smiled and asked me to come in. 
I didn't want to really. 

	But she insisted and I went in and then she made me a cup of coffee. I 
didn't want it but to be polite, I drank it. She started to go through her 
handbag and funny but my breath caught in my throat. I could see her nipples 
through the cloth and I sweated. I could see her hair in her lap right 
through that filmy stuff. Really. 

	It got me all excited. My fingers were numb and my palms started sweating. 
She has big tits. I went over and then the rest was like a sort of dream. 
She looked up at me with a big smile on my face and I bent over her and the 
smile sort of faded and then my face blocked out the light and there was her 
mouth, soft and ripe and sweet. Her tongue touched mine and then suddenly 
all hell broke loose. 

	She started to kick at me-she did get me in the shins and then punched me 
in the face. I let her have it. I hit her in the face I guess and the force 
knocked her back. She was sprawled on the floor and her gown ripped open. 
Those lush pink tits stared me right in the face and my cock got hard as 
stone. I don't remember how it happened but there I was without any pants on 
in a few minutes. 

	I remember seeing my pants on the floor across the room. The woman was 
hollering loud and I grabbed her by the hair, smacked her across the face 
and she stopped for a second. My cock was only a few inches from her ripe, 
red mouth. Her eyes were full of fear and her tits rose and fell as she 
gasped for air. 

	My cock was thick. I had never seen it that red before either. I'm telling 
you it was throbbing, moving by itself and I couldn't control it. I stooped 
down over her then ripped the gown all the way open-her beautiful mound of 
dark curly hair protected her tight lipped cunt and I got between her legs. 

	She started to come around then and when she realized what I was doing, she 
tried to get away again but I hit her again-knocked her back and she moaned 
and whimpered. 

	My cock was ready to come all right. I had to hold my breath. Her body was 
so beautiful. Her tits were thick and creamy and those round nipples 
pouting-sticking up like two sharp red points and I kissed them, bit on them 
and she groaned and twisted again. She tried to get away by inching back-as 
if I wouldn't notice. But I stopped her alright. 

	That was when I got my cock in her. I pushed up to her cunt and just 
pressed steadily-it burned because her lips were dry and tight and she 
started gasping for air, choking and reaching down with her hands as if she 
could hold me back. 

	I got my cock in, the head disappeared in her and I'm telling you it was so 
hot and wonderful-I was vibrating all over-her cunt clamped down on my cock 
and squeezed until I almost went mad with the sensations roaring in my body. 
Her cunt twitched and squeezed and my balls tingled. 

	I shoved hard and pushed her back. Her head hit the floor and I didn't 
realize for a few moments that she was lying still. I just felt the thrills 
in my balls and I started to push all the way into her then. I filled her 
cunt all the way and it was wonderful. It was hot and moist and wonderful. 

	She didn't move and I gazed down at her body-those delicious tits begging 
to be eaten, her flat belly, the thick curly hair and my cock stuffed in her 
cunt-her thighs-she looked so defenseless there with her eyes closed-her 
lips slightly parted- 

	I started hunching in her then-rocking back and forth and pulling my prick 
out-pushing in until the thrills were burning me-she moved slowly and her 
eyes opened. She was startled-her mouth opened wide and I heard her voice 
howling-screaming as I rammed in and out of her and my cock throbbed, filled 
with boiling blood-She screamed loud and long and tried to scratch and kick 
at me but I had a good grip on her and just fucked harder until her cries 
filled my ears and cut into my brain and I just hit her again in the face-I 
think. Anyway I remember that I hit her quite a few times before she quieted 
down. I fell on top of her then and listened hard to her heart beat, my ear 
pressed on her tits while I gripped her buttocks and jerked my cock in and 
out of her as fast as I could. 

	Her cunt was still clinging tightly to me and I pumped harder, faster and 
the red hot sensations collected in my groin then spread throughout my 
body-into my thighs and my balls and I dug my fingers into her flesh, 
squeezed and then she opened her mouth and cried out again, arched up 
against me, pressing her tits into me and beat at my shoulders with her 
fists as I rammed-the fire shot out of me-gushed into her twitching cunt and 
she hollered and twisted, squirmed under me and hit me repeatedly with her 
small fists. 

	We lay there for some time. She was gasping and sobbing and I was going 
around and around. My head spinning, drove me wild again. I saw her face-her 
mouth so red and sweet and I inched up and kissed her. She tried to bite my 
lips and it just made my blood boil. My cock started getting hard again 
inside her. 

	She tried to get up again and I pulled my cock out She looked so lovely 
spread out on the floor and I grabbed her legs-twisted them one over the 
other and forced her onto her belly. She asked me what I was doing-she 
looked back real scared then. I looked at her plump buttocks and my cock 
jumped. 

	She looked wonderful. Her waist flared out from her hips like an hour glass 
and her buttocks looked like an upside down heart-the dark furrow separating 
them was deep-soft and I licked my lips. 

	She asked me what I was doing but instead of answering I just took my 
stiff, wet cock, slipped up close to her and put that hard flesh on her. She 
whimpered and twisted away but I caught her around the waist with both hands 
and held her tight until I forced my cock in her. It wasn't easy. Her ass 
was tight and small. My prick burned and I looked down-the head couldn't 
penetrate her ass-I didn't know what to do but I had to fuck her-I slipped 
my prick into her wet cunt-squirmed around and got it all slippery again, 
then pulled it out and rammed it" to her. 

	Well-it slid in a little ways-just enough to let me feel it. It squeezed 
the head of my prick tight and rasped the nerve under the head-my cock 
almost exploded right then and there-I pushed and grunted, pulled back on 
her waist but she tried to lean forward and get me out again. 

	I gave a last hard, desperate lunge-and my cock bore right in-I drove it 
clear up until my belly slapped her buttocks. 

	She started to scream and twist and shout and pull away. But, it was no 
use. My cock was buried deep inside her and I felt the heat of her ass-her 
little muscle clamped tight around my cock and every time I pulled out real 
slow-she would moan- 

	I was nearly out of my mind as I jerked slowly in and out of her-her 
buttocks slapped me every time I lunged forward-her right muscle squeezed my 
cock, tweaked the tight nerve and I just went out of control then. 

	I leaned over her back, grabbed her tits and ' squeezed while I rocked fast 
and hard, driving my whole cock in then out of her ass and she was on all 
fours like a hurt animal and crying and screaming, sobbing, twisting her 
body and trying to get away but not realizing that the more she twisted, the 
greater the sensations in my cock-her .tight muscle squirming around my 
nerve- 

	Finally, I felt my blood boiling, rushing down to my balls then fill my 
cock and I humped faster and faster, the sensations rolled over me and she 
started to whimper like she knew what was going to happen-I crushed her 
tits, pinched the nipples until she hollered-then my prick shot the flames 
into her-the hot juice squirming deep into her ass and she fell on her face 
and sobbed loud-her whole body shaking while my cock emptied into her- 

	I felt great. All the fucking seemed to bring me back to life but the woman 
was really frightened. She looked at me like a wounded animal. By that time, 
she had crawled up against the wall and huddled close, trying to pull the 
shredded gown around her naked body. I didn't realize how much I had hit 
her-her eyes were puffed and her lips there were marks on her shoulders and 
breasts-She whimpered and asked me to leave. But something clicked in my 
head when she spoke-my cock started to get hard again. I walked over to 
her-she held her arm up for protection but I wasn't going to hit her. I just 
took her by the hair and forced her up onto her knees. I remember how big 
her eyes looked at me. Her ripe lips and cock only a fraction of an inch a 
way-She asked me what I was going to do to her but instead of telling her, I 
pushed my cock into her mouth-she was pretty stunned and gasped, choked and 
tried to pull her head back. But I had her hair. She clamped her teeth on 
me-just as a warning but pulled my fist back and she stopped quick. 

	It was great-I had never done that before-fucked a woman in the mouth and I 
held onto her hair with both hands, bent forward and just pumped in and out 
of her soft, hot lips. Her tongue raked my cock, tickled the nerve and in no 
time-I felt my prick swell and tingle in her mouth. 

	I jerked faster then and looked down to watch my thick, purple cock dig in 
and pull out of her stretched red lips and then the shocks went through me 
and my cock poured hot thick juices down her throat and she groaned and 
choked-I guess she couldn't swallow with my cock still all the way in her 
mouth-I still held her hair and jerked her head and my prick and it was 
wonderful-I fucked like that with my cock in her mouth for a long time 
before I realized that she was unconscious. I let her fall back on the 
floor. 

	In a few minutes, I had my pants on. I couldn't find my shorts so I just 
left wearing my pants. No one was out in the hall when left the place-I made 
sure. 

	But I guess the neighbors heard all the noise and had already called the 
cops. I don't think I got very far at all before they caught me. I didn't 
even take my truck. I wonder if anyone every picked it up." 

	It wasn't the first time that something like that happened to me though, 
doctor. There had been a lot of women that fucked me before I ever ran 
across that cunt. They are always horny in the morning especially after 
their husbands leave and they are left all alone. 

	They get hot and horny. I know that for a fact because a lot of them gave 
told me as much after they fucked me for a couple of times. They get hot 
because their husbands didn't satisfy them the night before and they needed 
to get their jollies one way or another. 

	When they see some delivery man come into the house with the broad 
shoulders and all that stuff that goes along with being a working man they 
get all hot and horny right away. They love to have their little cunts 
twitched and pinched. I know that for a fact because this happens all the 
time. Not only with me but with all the other guys that I work with. They 
tell me all the time about the women they meet and the women they get steady 
fucking from. It goes on all the time and the only thing is that nobody ever 
hears about it because the delivery men are usually married and the women 
are always married. 

	Since they don't go out much all day long they have to wait until some guy 
walks into their house and makes things easy for them. 

	It goes on so much that a lot of times us delivery people start to switch 
routes and names and get to see some new action for a change and we tell 
each other what kind of a fuck we can get from who. 

	It gets to be a game after a while but to the women it isn't any game at 
all. They wait for it like it was some sort of food. Like it was a fix of 
heroin and they needed it real bad. 

	They crave it more than we do. 

	That's why you see your normal housewife walking around in their skimpy 
little things and wearing just about nothing at all. They wait for the kind 
of man that will get turned on by that thing and they can't wait to get it 
on and get the shit fucked out of them. 

	There was one girl that really had something in for me and I knew that she 
wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. I could tell from the way 
she looked at me and the way she let her robe fall open and let her tits 
hang out just when she knew that I was looking. She knew that I wanted those 
tits and she knew that a peek at her snatch would give me a hard on. She 
would stare at my cock while she let her tits hang out and wait until I was 
good and hard and then she would let me down. She would almost throw me out 
after getting me all hot and horny. 

	I knew that one of these days I was going to take her and show just what 
kind of person she really was after all and teach her not to fool around 
with a man unless she planned to do things all the way. 

	She would order things twice a week from us. That was more than her family 
used and I knew that, She ordered that much just so she could see me and 
taunt me some more with her tits and her cunt. 

	I got really hard one day and I really let her have it. I knew that I had 
had enough of her little games and that this was going to be the showdown 
that I had been waiting for. 

	She answered the door and as usual she was wearing this almost invisible 
thing that you could see right through to her tits and her cunt. I was 
almost choking on my own breath when I saw her. 

	She was terrific and I knew that if she tried anything that day I was going 
to jump on her and take her for the ride of her life . As I was bringing the 
packages in she started doing all the things that she usually does. She bent 
down and gave me a look at her tits. Then she bent the other way and she 
gave me a peek at her cunt. 

	She knew that I was looking and she knew that I was getting hot just 
looking at her in the thing. 

	Her lips were full and her mouth was hanging just a little bit open and I 
could see that she was smiling at me in that kind of smile that tells you 
everything you need to know. 

	She was hot and she knew that she was making me hot as well. She wanted it 
and I was sure that this was going to be the time I was going to give it to 
her. 

	I dropped the things where I stood and I started walking her way. 

	She made me believe that she was surprised by the way I was talking to her 
and the way I was looking at her. She pretended that she didn't know what I 
was talking about when I said that she wanted me to fuck and that she had 
been teasing me long enough. She knew that I meant what I said but she made 
believe that she didn't. 

	When I got close enough I reached out and pulled that robe away from her 
body and she stood naked and smiling at me like she was waiting for me to 
start the action. 

	I did. 

	I got her in my arms and I crushed her to me hard and tight. She could not 
get away from me and she knew that she was going to get what she had been 
waiting for all this time. 

	She knew that finally I was going to fuck her and that she was going to 
like it. 

	I picked up her tit and sucked it all the way into my mouth. 

	She moaned and groaned when she felt that and she pressed herself harder 
against me. She arched her back and let me have a good taste of her tits and 
her chest. 

	She was hungry and I could tell from the way that she ate at my mouth and 
took my tongue all the way down her throat that she was willing and hot for 
some good fuckin'. 

	I reached down and cupped my hands around her cunt. She almost melted into 
me then and she gasped when she felt my fingers reach all the way inside her 
pussy. She was hot and wet and I knew that she had been waiting for this for 
a long time. She wanted to get fucked and I was going to make sure that she 
was going to get everything she wanted. 

	She pressed her cunt around the shaft of my finger and she stroked it in 
and out of there in the most delicious way she knew. 

	She wanted more of my finger and more of me and I gave her all that she 
wanted and more. 

	My cock was hot and rubbing up against the inside of my pants. She knew 
that I was getting hard and her little hands reached down to my cock and 
rubbed it up and down on me. 

	I was starting to cream in my pants by this time and I didn't want that. I 
wanted to come in her mouth or in her cunt buy not in my pants. 

	I whipped out the stiff tool and held it for her to see. She was amazed at 
the size of it and she ran her fingers along the shaft of it to test the 
solidness and the heft of it in her hands. 

	She wanted all my meat and I was going to give it to her no matter what she 
might say. 

	I threw her down to the carpet and I jumped on top of her. She was hot and 
wet and I was sure that I was going to fuck her now. 

	She gasped and moaned as the thick shaft of my cock approached her and made 
a path along the inside of her thigh on her cunt. 

	She was not ready for the penetration that I gave her and I opened her cunt 
all the way with my cock. She jumped and almost fainted when she felt my 
cock in there and she almost passed out from the pleasure and the pain of 
it. 

	She was going crazy as I began to pump my meat in and out of her hot wet 
cunt and she grabbed at the back of my head and kicked me in the back of the 
thighs and the back of my ass. 

	She loved this rough treatment and I was giving her more than she bargained 
for. 

	She probably thought that she was going to be the one that was going to run 
the whole show but I was the one that got the upper hand right from the 
start. I was the one that was going to drive her up the wall in pleasure and 
in delight and she was going to love every minute of it. She was going to 
love the sucking and the fucking that I was going to give her. 

	I made sure of that. 

	Her mouth was hanging half open and her lips were hot and dry from trying 
to breath the best way she could, and she was gasping and fighting for air 
but I didn't give her half the chance she was fighting for. I would not let 
up on her and I would not let her get away from me without giving her the 
best fuck she ever got. 

	The pleasure turned to pain for her after a while and she began to ask me 
to stop. But I would not. I would not let her go until I pumped all the 
vengeance that was in me into her and pumped my balls dry of all the come 
that was inside me. 

	I gave her all that I had and the head of my cock was thick and hard now. I 
was raking the inside of her cunt with the thick head of my cock and pushing 
it all the way inside her until she could hardly stand it anymore. 

	She was gasping and panting now and she was almost ready to pass out from 
the overflow of passion that was filling her up and driving her up the wall. 

	She wanted me to let go of her but I would not let go for all the money in 
the world. 

	Then suddenly she gave a yell and she came. Her thick juices came out all 
over the place and the whole room was filled with the smell of the husky 
female come. She was gasping and moaning louder now and she was dying to get 
me away from her. That was the thing that I did not want to do. That was the 
thing that I wanted to avoid as much as possible. She was going to get 
fucked my way and I was going to do it whether she liked it or not. 

	All the teasing and the taunting she had done all these weeks were finally 
going to be paid off in spades and she was going to stand for it. She was 
going to like it and that was that. 

	I pulled and pushed the thick cock in and out of her in the most incredible 
way and she was loving every minute of it. She was going crazy and out of 
her mind with all the things that were happening to her and there was no way 
that she could stop me. There was nothing that would stop me from fucking 
her that way and I wanted to be fucked and there was nothing she could do to 
get away from me. 

	All the weeks of teasing were coming back at her and she was going to take 
it where she liked it or not. 

	She was going to love it. 

	Then I came. I spurted thick cream from my balls all the way into her and 
drenched the inside of her cunt with all that good stuff that had been 
building up for so long inside me. I was coming gallons of the stuff into 
her and she was choking and gasping as she felt the thick cream flood the 
inside of her cunt and fill her all the way up to her throat with it. She 
was loving it now and she wanted all the come that I could give her. She 
wanted all the thick come that I could pump and I was determined to give it 
to her. I was going to give her all that she wanted and more. 

	My come was hot and blazing inside her and she loved every little drop and 
every little ounce of the gism that I pumped into her. She wanted all the 
things that I could give her and I was sure that she was going to have it. 

	My come burned and stung her and she loved every minute of the good fucking 
that I was giving her. She wanted all that there was and I gave her more and 
more. 

	She gasped and moaned and then out of a clear blue sky she claimed that she 
was going to call the police. She said that she was going to tell them that 
I raped her and that I forced her to fuck me. 

	I knew that she was one of those women that got fucked and they yelled 
rape. She was going to get me into a lot of trouble and I knew that I had to 
get away from there as soon as I could. I knew that as soon as any woman 
yelled rape there was no hope at all for the guy. 

	I could go to jail and she knew it. 

	That was what she had over my head. 

	I knew what her game was. 

	I knew that she wanted all the good time she could get and then make sure 
that I never bothered her again. She wanted to make sure that I left her 
alone and she need never have to worry about me showing up again. 

	That was her game and I was wise to it. 

	I got up from her and pulled my clothes back on. I knew that I had to get 
out of there fast and that I was going to be in a lot of trouble if I stuck 
around. 

	But before I left I punched her around a few times just to show her that I 
was wise to her and that I was till the boss around there. 

	In a way then, doc, I guess you could say that it was a rape but not really 
in the real sense of the word. 

	She wanted it as much as me and I was just the guy that happened to be 
around at the time. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It seems that the story the subject told could be open to interpretation. 
He may have a very vivid imagination and the whole episode could be a 
product of his diseased mind. He could be making the whole thing up in order 
to hide the fact that he really wanted to rape these women and that he had 
anxiety and hostility against women. 

	It was his way of avoiding the issue with himself and his way of covering 
the things inside him. This is what he really feared. 

	This process happens very often. A rapist will transfer his needs and 
cravings to the victim in order that his conscience will be guilt free. He 
does this in order that he won't have to face the problem. 

	The only thing I could advise the patient to do was to cooperate with the 
authorities and hopefully he will one day be on the road to recovery from 
his problems. 

	It is obvious that the man needs a great deal of help. 

	CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

	Name: Byron M. Age: Forty-Two 

	Interview One 

	Wilbur is a short, thin man. He is balding rapidly and his face is still 
young looking although his skin is rather pale. He seems worried. His eyes 
are watery, blue and the lids flutter constantly. He has long, curled 
eyelashes that any woman would want to have. 

	His ands are small, slender and soft looking and he keeps them folded on 
his lap during the interview. Wilbur gives the appearance of a quiet, meek 
sort of man. He was brought in on suspicion of rape and identified by two 
women as the assailant. They particularly remembered him because Wilbur 
apologized after raping each woman. 

	Wilbur said during the preliminary interrogation that he apologized because 
he knew that he had no right to the women. Following is an account of the 
interrogation. It has not been transcribed in whole, for the sake of 
brevity. 

	"You say you have no right to these women? Could you explain in your own 
words what you mean by that." 

	"I meant that they were right to reject me and get angry at my advances." 

	"Then you did attempt to make friends-or at least gain their confidence?" 

	"Yes. I didn't use my real name at first but I tried to introduced myself 
to them. They were such lovely creatures. Of course I understood why they 
rejected me. An ugly old man like me-I have no right." 

	"Is that why you say you have no right-because you feel that you are too 
old?" 

	"No-Heavens no. I mean-I knew all along-my father told me years ago-the 
world is for beautiful people-The ugly have no right to pleasure. Oh, I 
understand and am willing to accept it but you must realize that it got to 
be too much for me all of a sudden-I tried. Oh, yes I tried awfully hard to 
control myself but they were so pretty. And friendly-well, not really 
friendly but they were sweet to me." 

	Wilbur insisted that he had no right to touch the women because of his 
father's teachings. He was ready to accept the fully penalty of the law. 

	"Why do you insist on going to trial?" 

	"Oh. I'm not insane you know. It was just too much-all those years gone by. 
I got to thinking of all those years wasted. No more. My youth is gone like 
smoke-a big puff of smoke and it was gone. And I know how I've done wrong. 
My father taught me that already so I know it. But I couldn't help it. They 
were so beautiful. I deserve to be punished for it." 

	"All right, let's forget for a moment about the law. Tell me about the 
women. And anything else that comes to mind." 

	"They were pretty girls. Young. I found out later that the first one was 
only seventeen. I must say she looked a lot older. And her body surprised 
me. She certainly is well developed for a seventeen year old." 

	"How did you meet?" 

	"I saw her in an elevator in the building where I work. One day I was going 
up and she happened to get on at the same time. It was lunch hour-or rather, 
I had finished my lunch and was returning to the office. She got on after me 
and we were alone. I remember how she stood in front of me and turned every 
few seconds to smile. Such a lovely smile. 

	She was wearing a very short skirt and I choked when I saw her legs all the 
way up there-that dark heat there underneath-waiting for the right man to 
come along. She kept smiling and tugging at her clothes and suddenly I could 
smell her perfume and it made me dizzy-She smiled at me before she got off. 
You know, I couldn't stop thinking about her for the rest of the day. My 
whole body was tingling, vibrating. I felt so-so excited-is the only way to 
describe it. In a few minutes, my whole life flashed differently before my 
eyes. I pictured myself with the girl on my arm, we strolled down the street 
and every man envied me-Ah-It was lovely. 

	But then it was time to go home. I raced to the elevator and hoped against 
hope that we would meet-There were a few people there with me and soon, we 
reached her floor. The door opened and she was the first one in. And she 
smiled at me-smiled at me! I was so happy-my heart was pounding in my chest 
and then the most unbelievable thing happened; on the next floor, more 
people pushed into the elevator and the girl was crushed up against me. 

	I could feel her whole body pressed on me. I tried to keep away. I swear I 
didn't take advantage but those breasts were dug in me, nipples like two 
hard little fingers pointing into me and her belly and thighs-hard-the heat 
of her body penetrated my clothes-her perfume filled my head and made me 
dizzy. She smiled into my face then as if she was enjoying it! I was afraid 
of the inevitable-my prick got hard. It was pushed right into her groin. We 
were about the same height and my prick was right against her and she didn't 
even move. It was as if she didn't feel it. 

	I tried to talk to her in the lobby but she just smiled at me and walked 
off. Can you imagine that? I mean, we were pretty close in that elevator and 
all and she just walks off as if nothing had happened." 

	"What did you do then?" 

	"I followed her home. It was easy. I followed her to her house and then I 
waited. I hoped that she would come out in the evening and she did. She went 
out for a little while and I followed her again. She went into a drugstore, 
purchased some women's things and came out in a little while. 

	On the way back to her house-I pulled her into an alley-" 

	"Go on. Tell me what happened." 

	"Well I didn't want to hurt her. In fact, I couldn't believe that I was 
doing what I did. She seemed to go along with me at first and. 
giggled-saying that she remembered me. Well my head started to spin-like I 
had too much to drink-I lunged at her and the next thing I knew-I had her on 
the ground. She was kicking and scratching and biting-trying to fight me 
off. But I had so much strength all of a sudden. My arms, hands and legs 
were like steel-I fought her attempts to keep me away and then pulled her 
skirt up-she was wearing very brief undies-I pulled them to shreds and her 
delicious little twat was staring at me-the lips all dry and pink in their 
nest of hair. 

	My cock was huge inside of my pants and ruled me, told me what to do. 

	I took it in my hand and got down between her legs, forced the swollen red 
head into her-she sucked her breath in hard and I thought she was going to 
scream so I clapped one hand over her mouth and damn-my prick slid into her 
cunt-I almost went crazy with the hot, wet feeling, that silky pocket of 
cunt taking my rigid cock into her and I pumped it into her, fought to hold 
her still while I put my hands under her blouse and squeezed her plump tits. 

	She bit my hand but I didn't care. I didn't feel the pain. My cock was 
slipping in and out of her tight little cunt and she was twisting as hard as 
she could and not realizing that her body was sending thrills into me, 
burning in me-She started to cry and then I really started pumping hard. It 
was good and hot and thick, wet-I wanted so badly to have her like it too 
but she still twisted and fought me. I had to keep my hand over her mouth 
while I leaned hard on her, pulled my cock out then drove hard into her-It 
was so wonderful I had never dreamed it would be so good-My prick m her-deep 
in her squirming, hot body and I just wished I had taken her blouse off too 
so I could see her magnificent tits-My hand squirmed under her bra and I 
pulled-something gave way and then her nipples were there, naked and hard, 
rosy red and ripe enough to eat-I kissed them, one by one and she cried out 
into my hand- 

	I couldn't stand it any more. I felt so wonderful, my body was shuddering 
and tense and my balls filled up to the breaking point and I felt her cunt 
raking my tight cock, pulling at the thin nerve, my balls sliding between 
her soft buttocks and then suddenly I was gone-My cock ripped into her 
cunt-shooting thick juice in her-the sensations tore at my groin and fired 
through my prick and I was gone- 

	I don't know how long I stayed on top of her before I heard her sobbing. 
She was sprawled on the cement, her skirt up around her belly and her blouse 
ripped open down the front. Her beautiful breasts were sticking out over her 
bra. 

	I felt sorry then. I got up, pulled my pants up and brushed them off. Then 
I apologized to the girl and tried to help her but she refused. She tried to 
kick me and I apologized again-It was no use to try to help. She tried to 
kick me again when I bent down. So I left her there. 

	A few blocks away, I felt so happy-alive-my body was light as a feather and 
I could have been sixteen again. My prick still tingled in my pants though. 
I remember that. 

	About halfway home, I noticed another young woman in front of me. She 
turned and smiled once and my heart started pounding in my chest again. My 
prick go hard as I watched her buttocks juggle inside her dress. I walked 
faster to catch up to her. 

	When I introduced myself, she laughed and turned away. 

	Then I don't know what happened. As we passed another alley, something 
buzzed in my head and the next thing I knew, I was struggling in the alley 
with the girl. Her blouse was ripped open and her breasts bounced free-Her 
nipples bulged dark rose against her white breasts. I remember tearing her 
skirt-ripping it with one pull and she was hollering in the alley-standing 
in panties and shoes and I knocked her down. 

	It was strange; I felt the blow on the end of my fist like it was happening 
someplace else and suddenly the girl was at my feet, squirming on the 
ground. 

	I reached down and pulled her panties down around her ankles. It was easy 
to get between her legs. I was so excited, I remember fumbling with my fly, 
getting my cock out. She shrieked when she saw it, thick and red, the blood 
pounding in it-veins bulging dark-In a second, I pushed into her and she 
cried out sharply. I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. 

	Her cunt was tight and hot and wet. Not dry like the other girl and thrill 
ripped through me right away. My cock slid back and forth and she squirmed 
under me-twisted her wide hips and I looked down and could just make out her 
mound of hair squirming against me-Her cunt was wonderful, clinging to 
me-pulling at my cock and I was out of my mind with the thrills. 

	I don't know how long I fucked her twisting cunt there. Her cries subsided 
and she started whimpering like a hurt little animal and I fucked as hard as 
I could and the sensations gripped my whole body, lifted me up and over and 
deeper into her cunt and suddenly I let out a howl and shot into her 
squirming body-she gasped as my juice filled her cunt-it overflowed and 
trickled down her buttocks and she started to cry louder and louder. 

	Well, I got up then and brushed myself again. My pants were really dirty 
then and I remember telling myself that I would have to put them in the 
cleaners. 

	I tried to help the girl up but she screamed and cursed at me. I told her 
how sorry I was that it had to be that way but she just shouted and was very 
disagreeable about the whole affair. Even after I assured her that I meant 
no harm, she screamed and screamed until I had to run away. 

	That's when the police caught me. They saw me run out of the alley and 
chased after me. Of course I was scared to death but I didn't put up a 
fight. No use fighting. I was wrong and ready to admit it after I cooled 
down. 

	Funny thing that the girl-the second one didn't want to press charges. 
Maybe because she liked me? 

	I feel safe enough here to tell you doctor that those weren't the only 
women that I raped. There were many more that the police or nobody else 
knows about. 

	I have been doing this for along time and I know that I have been a very 
evil person when it came to doing these awful things. 

	I have this need in me doctor that nothing in the world can satisfy except 
the thighs and the cunt of some woman. They do such things to me that I can 
hardly breathe sometimes and I have a very hard time trying to concentrate 
on the things that I have to do. 

	I have a hard time keeping my hands and my cock away from those delicious 
looking secretaries and all those other women I meet in the street. 

	I know the things they do when they are home and with their boyfriends. I 
know that they suck cock and let themselves be sucked. I know that they do 
all sorts of things with other men and yet none of them want to do it with 
me. 

	None of them want to fuck me and let me suck them the way they let others 
suck and fuck them. 

	I feel terrible about the whole thing and I wish that one of these days 
some girl will let me do all those things to her. I wish that I was handsome 
and good looking and that I would be able to find a girl that would let me 
do all the things I wanted to with her. 

	I have tried hookers but they are so business like that they do nothing for 
me. I want a regular girl. Like the ones that I see on the street every day. 
Like the ones on the elevator that pick up their stockings and smooth out 
their panties. 

	The warm heat in there between their things is like a song that calls me. 
The deep mystery and the secrets that are down there make me quiver all over 
and they make my cock twinge and throb in there beneath my pants. 

	I love those thighs and I would do anything in the world to let some girl 
touch her and suck her down there. Anything. 

	But they won't let me. They thing that I am some kind of pervert for 
wanting to do those things. 

	I don't understand that at all. If they let their boyfriends suck and fuck 
them and they don't think they are perverts then why do they think that I am 
a pervert for wanting the same things from them? 

	That is the problem that I try to wrestle with all the time and that is the 
problem that landed me in this place. 

	Those sweet young thighs and that golden flesh that is hidden under those 
folds of their clothes make me go crazy each time that I see them. 

	They make want to lick and suck them in the worst way and they make my 
mouth water just to think about them. Those luscious thighs and that sweet, 
hot flesh that awaits me under their skirts and their panties makes me 
crazy. I love them from a distance but they never let me get close enough to 
them to let me touch or suck them. They are so wonderful and I want to tell 
them that all the time that they turn me on so much. But they won't. They 
just won't and that makes me hate them. That makes me want to do awful 
things to them and it makes me want to hurt them very badly. 

	I don't know what is wrong with me but they are so sweet and wonderful and 
I know that their flesh can make me go wild. 

	There was this girl once. She was the most wonderful girl that I had ever 
seen. She was so tall and her legs were so long and lovely that I would 
almost come every time that I would see her. 

	I wanted to touch her and be close to her in the worst way. I knew that 
pleasures that she was giving to other men I knew that I was missing out on 
so much of her sweet love. 

	She was a tall golden blonde with thighs and breasts that I would picture 
her in my dreams. She rode the subway with me every day. She would stand 
there before me all golden and pink and I knew that I just had to have her. 
I knew that she would make the happiest man in the world if I could just 
once get a taste of her flesh in my mouth or my cock inside those luscious 
thighs of hers. I knew that once that happened I would die a happy man. 

	But the problem as always doctor is that I am ugly and that nobody will 
ever want to fuck of their own free will. 

	I knew that with girls of that kind you must either have good looks or 
money in order to get them into bed. 

	Now I am not a rich man and god knows that I am not good looking by any 
stretch of the imagination. 

	I knew then that the only thing I could give her was a load of money. All 
the money that I had saved. 

	I didn't want to rape her you see. All I wanted was some of those sweet 
thighs in my mouth and some of those tits wrapped around my cock. That was 
all I wanted. No more. 

	It was her fault though that I raped her. She laughed. I followed her home 
one day and just before she got into her apartment building I stopped her 
and asked her if she would let me fuck her if I gave her all the money that 
I had in the world. 

	She laughed. It was a cold cruel laugh that left me shattered and 
embarassed before her. 

	I was humiliated in front of her and all the people that were passing by. 

	There was nothing for me to do then but leave. I tried to make myself 
invisible in the crowd and left with all the speed that I could muster. 

	That night the sound of her laughter and her rejection echoed in my ears 
and I knew that I had to have her and that I had to have some sort of 
revenge on her. 

	I was determined to get even in any way I could. 

	There were plans and scenes that were forming in my mind and all of them 
involved getting close to her and trying all I could in getting her to make 
love to me. 

	That was the only thing that I could think of for days after that. My work 
at the office went all to pieces. I could just not keep my mind on anything 
except the sight of her tits and the firmness of her thighs. 

	She was wonderful and she filled all my waking and sleeping thoughts. There 
was no other woman like that in the whole world for me at that time and I 
was in a constant state of excitement. 

	I was always horny and jerking off; visiting a prostitute did nothing for 
the way that I felt. 

	I was sure that I was going to go out of my mind if I didn't have her or if 
I didn't get to touch and fondle her tits and suck on her luscious ripe 
cunt. 

	One night I stood outside her building and waited until she went out. She 
went out with a boy and I waited there all night until they returned. When 
he left her at the door I was sure that she was drunk and that she was 
walking unsteadily and staggering. 

	I knew this was the only chance that I would ever have with her. It was the 
perfect opportunity. She was drunk and her resistance would be lowered. I 
was sure that I could overpower her and make her mine that night. I was sure 
that I was going to" get her and fuck her that night. 

	My mind was reeling and my steps were quick and sharp as I followed her 
into the buildings and stepped onto the elevator with her. 

	She was not even conscious of who I was or that I had propositioned her a 
few days before. She was leaning up against the wall of the lift and she had 
a happy smile of satisfaction plastered on her face. 

	I knew that if I tried anything now she would run and be lost to me for 
good. I had to wait until she was out of the elevator and had opened the 
door to her apartment before I dared to do anything at all. That was the 
best bet. 

	I watched her as her upper lip sparkled with sweat and the strains of the 
fucking I was sure she been doing with that boy. I was sure that she had 
been fucking. I was sure that she had been sucking him and that he had done 
the same thing to her. I was sure of all these things and as they ran 
through my mind I became even more excited and I was even more carried away 
than I ever thought I would be. 

	She was wonderful to look at and the smell of her perfume filled the entire 
elevator. 

	I was hot and horny and I breathed heavily. 

	After what seemed like hours the elevator stopped at her floor and she got 
out. I followed her and walked behind her as she made her way to the door. 
She was getting her keys and she was not even aware of the fact that I was 
behind her and watching everything she did. She was drunk and she didn't 
seem to care about anything at that point except going to bed. 

	That was all I could think of at the time but I intended to go to bed with 
her. I was going to rape her and my mind was made up. There was nothing that 
could deter me from getting what I wanted from her and there was nobody 
around to stop me from getting my revenge. 

	As soon as she opened the door to her apartment I made a jump for her and 
pushed her inside. She was a little surprised but she was so groggy that she 
did not know what happened. 

	She began to curse and ask who the hell I was and what the hell did I think 
I was doing. I didn't say a word. 

	I just pushed her hard against the wall and pressed myself against her. She 
knew what I wanted and she began to laugh again like she had done a few days 
before. 

	Then she recognized me as the man that had offered her the money to fuck 
her. 

	She laughed harder than the first time and she was more cruel and evil than 
before. She was taller than me. Much taller. She could have easily toppled 
me but in her condition there was very little that she could do. There was 
nothing that she could do except laugh at me in that smirking way of hers 
and I was getting angrier and angrier as she laughed. 

	I hit her in the mouth with my fist as hard as I could and hit her again 
and again many times until she stopped laughing and began to whimper. I knew 
that I had made my message clear to her and she no longer laughed. 

	I pulled her skirt up over her thighs and the sight that greeted me was 
something that I had never imagined to be so good. Her flesh was creamy and 
smooth and! she was hot and steaming under there just like I knew she would 
be. 

	She almost screamed but the hands that I had over her face and her mouth 
would not let her. She was to drunk to fight back and I knew that she would 
finally be mine after all this time. 

	She would do all the things that I wanted her to do and she would do them 
all to me and I would do them all to her. 

	I squatted down and rubbed my fevered cheeks against the delicious creamy 
smoothness of her thighs and felt the heat and the sweat on there. She 
smelled great and I could smell the husky aroma of her cunt and the juices 
that dripped from her and stained her panties. She was hot. She was hot from 
the sucking and the fucking that she had been giving to the other guy and I 
knew that I was getting furious at her for willingly fucking him and putting 
up all this resistance against me. I was angry and I bit her cunt lips hard 
until I made her scream to stop. She yelled but it would do her no good. She 
was trapped under my blazing tongue and angry mouth and there was nothing 
that she could do to get out of there. 

	She was going to do things my way and she was going to love it. 

	I worked at her wonderful thighs and she gasped and moaned in the pleasure 
and the pain that she was feeling at the same time from me. I knew that she 
was liking it too because sluts like that always like the thing that happens 
between their legs. They love it and they can't get enough of it no matter 
who gives it to them and no matter what they think about the person. All 
they care about is the pleasure they feel. 

	After that they throw the person away like he was so much garbage. 

	That was the way she was and that was the way all women are if you ask me. 

	They deserve to get it. All of them. I tore her panties off and I exposed 
that wonderful, redolent triangle of hair that was there. She was hot and 
wet and I buried my face in the thick delicious loins. They were wonderful 
to smell and even more wonderful to taste. They were delicious and I took 
mouthful after mouthful for the longest time. 

	My cock was stiff and hard under the fabric of my pants and I knew that the 
time had come for me to fuck her. I was going to take her and she was going 
to love it. And that was the way it was going to be no matter what she said 
or did. 

	Her naked cunt was all around my face and there was nothing that she could 
to get away from me now. She was all mine. 

	I spread her thick cunt lips and I went in all the way with my mouth and 
with my lips. I slurped at all the juices that were coming out of her and 
she gave them all to me in the most wonderful way she knew how. 

	She was great and I loved every drop of the juice that flowed out of her. 
She was going to come and I knew it but I was not going to let. I wanted all 
the pleasure for myself that night and she was going to be the reason and 
simply the object of my pleasure. 

	As soon as I felt her come I threw her down to the ground and got on top of 
her. 

	I spread her legs with my hands and leaped right into her cunt. I flipped 
my cock and ran it along the inside of her thigh until it almost reached her 
cunt. She was hot and she was waiting for it and I made it as hard and 
brutal as I could. I wanted her to feel no pleasure and I succeeded. 

	I rammed the cock hard and fast in there until she gasped and let out a 
moan of pain. I knew that I had done the thing that I had wanted to do and 
hurt her and now it was my turn to have fun. 

	Her cunt was wide and loose and I slid in and out of the thing easily and 
quickly. She was wet and lubricated already and I had no trouble at all 
getting in there. 

	She moaned and gasped and begged me to stop but I would not. There was 
nothing that she could do to make me stop and there was nothing that she did 
not promise me that night. 

	She promised to suck me, she promised to suck out my ass and my balls but I 
would have none of her lies. 

	I knew that as soon as I let her go she would run away. 

	I knew that I had to keep pumping in and out of her the hardest and most 
brutal way I knew how in order to get the revenge I was looking for. That 
was the only way that I could come that night and I knew that she knew it 
too. 

	Finally after what seemed like hours I began to get the feelings in my 
balls and in my cock that told me that I was about to come. 

	I could feel the juices in me and I could feel the things coming out of me. 
The come came shooting out of me at an incredible speed and I could feel the 
hot thick juices spurt all the way inside her and flood all the parts of her 
cunt that were waiting for me. 

	There was nothing that I could do about the orgasm that she had when my 
come shot into her. It was a natural thing and she came all over me. She 
drenched my thighs and my cock with the juice from her cunt and I knew that 
she had had a good time even though I did not want her to. 

	To counteract that I began to punch and hit her many times. I wanted her to 
feel the pain that she had caused in me all those days and I wanted her to 
know what it was like to suffer for lust. 

	I beat her a lot and then I finally left after I was tired and had to go. 

	She was lying there unconscious when I left her and I was really worried 
that I might have hurt her. 

	I woke her up by throwing some water on her face and then after she was 
awake I apologized to her a lot and asked her if she would forgive me. 

	She said nothing to me and I knew that it was about time that I left. 

	After that I changed my job and moved into another part of the city. I knew 
that she would see me on the subway one of these days and that I would go to 
jail if she did. 

	I hope I did the right thing all those times doctor, because I would hate 
to have those girls hate me. I would not like it if they thought evil things 
of me. I just could not live with myself if they did. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It is clear to me that the above case is one of the strangest and the 
oddest ones that I have ever encountered. The reasons that he had for raping 
the girls were obviously all in his mind and he had never been led on by 
them the way he says he was. It is obvious that his mind is very fertile and 
that he has a very vivid imagination. 

	All the rapists that I have known have all had very vivid imaginations. 

	They have all been working under the assumption that all women were evil 
and all of them had orgiastic sex lives that they were keeping from the 
rapists. 

	This is a classical symptom and one which appears very often. 

	In the case of the above subject I suggested to the authorities that they 
keep him under lock and key for as long as they see fit. He is a very 
dangerous man and one who would be likely to commit a serious crime. He is a 
definite psychotic and he had the possibility to become a homicidal maniac. 

	He could very easily be a mass murderer and I am grateful that he was 
caught in time before he did some real damage to the society at large. 

	The girls he attacked have all been released from the hospitals and they 
are carrying their lives as normally as possible under the circumstances. 

	CASE HISTORY NINE 

	Name: Thomas C. Age: Forty-three 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Thomas is calm but he doesn't seem very interested in what has happened. At 
least the police don't seem to bother him by his presence. The arresting 
officer said that Thomas gave up without a fuss, about a block and a half 
from the scene where he sexually assaulted a young woman. 

	It seems that Thomas lives alone, in a one-room apartment. He receives a 
small income from stocks left him by his mother. Both parents are dead and 
Thomas doesn't talk about them even when questioned. 

	"Do you know why you are here." 

	"Yes." 

	"And you are willing to tell me what happened." 

	"Yes, it don't make no difference anyhow. What's done is done." 

	"Would you mind telling me in your own words what happened?" 

	"I was home-listening to the radio and suddenly I got this feeling-kind of 
cold, empty. I looked around my room-I been living there for five years 
now-and the wall started closing in. I had a hard time breathing." 

	"Have you ever experienced this before?" 

	No, not that I can remember. It was like somebody pumped all the air out of 
the room-I had to get out. I went outside and there was like an itchy 
feeling in my belly and my legs tingled. I had to walk. My head was buzzing 
and my body vibrated and I had to walk or explode right there. I walked for 
a long time-I don't know exactly how long and then I was very thirsty. There 
was a bar-a little place and I don't even know where it was-anyway, I went 
in and sat at the end of the bar. The place was pretty quiet except for two 
men and then the woman came in. 

	She came over to me. Right to me. I don't know why. I don't look so special 
but she came right to me and sat down at the bar. She starts talking and 
then tells me her name's Suzy. We talked a little-I don't usually say much 
and then I bought her a drink. We got real chummy after that. She put her 
arm around me and hugged me when I told her a real old joke. 

	That was the first time anybody ever laughed at a joke I told. She was 
nice. Not very beautiful or anything like that but nice. I liked her- 

	We talked a lot-or rather she did. I don't usually say much you know. She 
talked a lot-told me her name was Suzy. Well, I got a little drunk. I did 
drink too fast. I'm not used to it you know. I got a little drunk and I 
guess she liked it because she asked me to take her someplace else. 
Someplace where she knew it was imagine. Well, I told her outside that I 
wasn't dressed very nice for a imagine place-she didn't care. 

	In fact-when we got to the place, she argued with the doorman to let me in. 
They knew her I think. Anyway, we got a booth in the back and it was dark 
and cozy. We kissed there. It was nice. And she put her hand on my leg. 
Right here on my leg. And I touched her tits. She let me. She said she don't 
usually let guys touch her tits but I was different. She let me do it. They 
were hard and soft and hot and just wonderful all at once. My heart was in 
my mouth and it choked me. You ever get that? 

	She rubbed my leg and then my prick was really hard in my pants. But she 
wouldn't touch it. She wasn't that kind. But she let me rub her tits. 

	We must have had a lot of drinks because I started getting dizzy. She 
didn't mind, though. Suzy said we should have more drinks. She laughed a lot 
and her mouth was shiny and her teeth were like little pearls. Her throat 
was white and I touched it-the skin went down, down to the edge of her 
blouse and then disappeared in the dark warm place between her tits. She 
wouldn't let me put my hands on her legs or anything-only on those big tits 
in the blouse- 

	I started getting that feeling again-the walls of that booth started 
closing in on me and I got all choked up. It was no good in there and I told 
Suzy we had to go. She didn't really want to but then she said maybe the air 
would do me good and we could come back. 

	It was cool outside and we walked around for a while. I don't know where we 
were. We stopped near a building-a couple of them that went-back into an 
alley. I wanted to stop. Suzy held me up and her body was hard and warm and 
soft next to me and suddenly I kissed her. I kissed her on the mouth and my 
tongue went in and licked around that soft hole and she squirmed and moved 
them tits on me and her belly. Well, my hands went. My hands moved by 
themselves and all over her tits and then down over her belly and in between 
her legs. 

	She told me to stop. I heard her say stop, then her voice got very 
funny-fuzzy like and the words jumbled together and I knew she was making 
fun of me so I hit her. I punched her in the stomach and she doubled up and 
fell down and started to cry real loud. I went to help her up but she 
screamed and her voice filled my ears and I tried to shut her out but it was 
no use. So I kicked her. I kicked her tits I think and then her legs and her 
belly. I don't really know. She was screaming then but every time my shoe 
smacked into her, she coughed and choked and sputtered. 

	She was lying there all doubled up so I took her by the arm and dragged her 
back into the alley. Her dress got all dirty. I got all dirty and ripped and 
her legs were showing and part of her undies. I remember they were pink and 
lacey and very clean. Her legs showed and my hands started to tremble and I 
reached down then and ripped her skirt off-just ripped it with one tear all 
the way up and then her panties- 

	Her hairy cunt was staring at me and I felt my prick twitching in my pants. 
I was aware of it for the first time. There was this awful , choked up 
feeling and I pulled my cock out- 

	Suzy started to scream again and I know I hit her again. Then I got down on 
my knees and opened her legs. That lovely little cunt was there in the dark 
nest of hair. I took my prick, put it on her body, just touched her skin to 
feel the heat and she screamed again. So I hit her in the tits and this time 
I hit hard-she fell back and choked and I got mad and pushed my prick into 
her cunt. It slid in halfway and it felt so damned wonderful inside her. Her 
cunt was like hot silk-I wanted to stay like that forever and not move but 
she started to squirm again. She sat up a little and that's when she saw or 
felt me and she started to scream bloody murder. I moved up then and tried 
to calm her down and pushed my cock all the way and she twisted under me and 
tried to hit me but I held onto her arms and buried my face on her tits-I 
managed to rip the front of her blouse open and her bare flesh burned on my 
mouth and her nipples were sweet to taste-I bit them like little fruits but 
she screamed- 

	I held tight onto them hands and pulled my prick out easy, then pushed in 
easy. I was careful not to slide out. Well, the shocks started burning 
inside me-her cunt felt so wonderful on my prick and I lost control-she was 
whimpering like a little girl and it drove me nuts and I started pumping 
faster in her sweet, tight cunt, rubbing my hair against hers and sucking 
her tits as she fought to get away. I fucked as hard as I could and my belly 
slapped against her-I was coming and I couldn't hold on any more-she cried 
out and twisted against me and then the juice just rushed out of me-poured 
into her tight cunt and she screamed as it burned into her. 

	I got her over then on her belly somehow and put my wet cock in her 
asshole. It was tight and great and hot. She really screamed then. I 
remember her on her hands and knees, her white, round buttocks shining in 
the dim light and my thick, slippery prick flashing too, pumping in and out 
of her. I watched myself as I fucked her in the ass. My balls slapped gently 
against the back of her thighs and she shuddered each time I slid my thick 
hot cock into her. 

	Suzy tried to get up with me inside her. Isn't that nuts? She actually 
thought she could get up and run away with my cock in her. What a nut. 

	She did manage to get one leg up but I slammed her back down with my fist. 
I just hammered my fist into her back and she collapsed then. She balled up 
tight and sobbed while I fucked her beautiful hard buttocks. Just slipped my 
hot prick in and out of the tight little hole and soon enough, the thrill 
started again deep inside me. I remember how it roared in my ears, mixed 
with Suzy's cries and then my cock roared in her ass-spurting thick, hot 
juice in her and she was squirming, crying loud and desperately trying to 
get away. 

	After that I got up and put my pants on. I didn't look at her then and I 
started walking. Her sobs were still in my ears but I started walking away 
and I don't know how long I walked until this policeman stopped me. 

	He said he wanted to ask me some questions. I didn't mind if he asked me 
questions. But he kept asking me about a girl and I really didn't know-I 
couldn't understand what he was saying and then my breath caught in my 
throat-I couldn't breath. I opened my mouth to breath but it was no good-I 
just couldn't breath. The policeman asked me what was wrong and I heard him 
but I couldn't tell him. The words stuck in -my throat and I couldn't breath 
so I panicked. He must have thought I was trying to get away. The next thing 
I knew, his club came through the air and that was it-there was a white 
flash and then I woke up here in the hospital. 

	My head hurts. My head really hurts. Can I get some rest now? I want to 
sleep now. 

	I left the subject then. Thomas is still in the hospital. The girl called 
Suzy is in good condition and will probably be released within the next few 
days. I spoke to the policeman who arrested Thomas. He explained that it was 
easy to identify him as the assailant because Thomas had his pants open. His 
clothing was smeared with blood and semen and his face had been scratched. 

	I asked about Thomas -trying to speak but the officer said he didn't hear 
anything. When he asked Thomas to stop, the man turned and swung at him with 
both fists, then tried to kick him. The officer said that he had to use his 
club or Thomas would have overpowered him. 

	It seems that Thomas' loss of breath and voice stems from a fear of 
impotency. The years he spent alone, harboring his emotions, made him 
believe that he had lost him manhood. He suddenly felt a need, expressed as 
anxiety, loss of breath, and set out unconsciously to fulfill that need. 

	CASE HISTORY TEN 

	Name: William P. Age: Twenty-one 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Campus police discovered a young girl hiding nude in the bushes during the 
early hours of the morning. They rushed her to a local hospital and after 
examining her, the doctors concluded that she had been raped. At first, the 
young lady denied that her virginity had been taken from her by an assailant 
but when officials assured her that her name would be kept secret, she 
admitted having been raped. She identified the assailant as a local student 
she had seen around campus. 

	The police went to the campus and found the assailant, William P. sitting 
in his room and typing a detailed report about his encounter with the young 
woman, j 

	When questioned, William readily admitted that it was his report on the 
rape. He said he had raped the girl as an experiment. He wanted to see how a 
woman reacted to being attacked. 

	When I spoke to him, William was in a good mood. He seemed to think that 
once it was discovered that he had only meant the attack as an experiment, 
he would be set free by the authorities. He was very agreeable and willing 
to tell me what had taken place when I told him that his interview would be 
made public. In fact, he insisted that his real name be used. However, the 
name used here, like all the others in this report are fictitious. Here are 
some excerpts from the taped interview: 

	"You said you did it as an experiment. Are you a psychology student?" 

	"No-business major. But it doesn't matter if I can do some good." 

	"Why this particular experiment?" 

	"I thought that if I could show that the whole thing is a myth-that a woman 
can't really be raped-it would help a lot of innocent guys who have been 
convicted of rape-" 

	"What did you find out from your experiment?" 

	"Well-that I had to use force to get the young lady to cooperate. She 
wouldn't have responded otherwise. She really put up a fight." 

	"Would you tell me in your own words what happened?" 

	Sure, why not? I was planning this for a long time. I figured the best time 
would be on a Friday night because mostly everybody went home for the 
weekend or at least to town for some fun. I went to the library because I 
knew there would be someone there trying to catch up on some studying. 

	I was right. There were a few guys and a few girls. I took a book and sat 
down-one by one, the others left until there was nobody except me-the girl 
and the librarian left in the place. I let the girl leave first right before 
closing time then I followed her. 

	She walked around the long way to the girl's dorm. It didn't look like she 
wanted to go in right away so she walked around to the wooded area. There's 
a little pond there and some ducks. 

	I stayed well behind and kept to the shadows and even cut between some 
buildings when she followed the walk around the grassy slope on the other 
side of the pond. 

	Well-she stood there for a long time watching the sky-there was a full moon 
and plenty of stars. I just walked up behind her, put one arm around her 
waist and put my hand over her mouth-she didn't struggle right away. It was 
interesting to note that. She probably thought it was a practical joke and 
she didn't fight me. 

	I think she really didn't know what was happening until I slipped my hand 
up her sweater. I felt her suck her stomach in when my hand flashed up and 
covered her tits. She had lovely breasts. They felt firm and hot under 
there. 

	Well she started to pull away, twist around to see who it was and I gripped 
tighter and warned her that I wouldn't harm her if she cooperated. I figured 
that's what a real rapist would have said. But it didn't do any good. She 
bit my hand and kicked me. I was surprised at her strength. 

	She almost got away. She kicked back, hit me in the shins and bit my hand. 
It sure hurt. We started to wrestle then and I managed to stay on top-forced 
her to the grass and I lifted her skirt up over her waist and tried to get 
it high enough 'to trap her arms. But she was twisting so hard and fast- 

	I remeber her white cotton panties flashing in the moonlight and I reached 
up and pulled them down over her buttocks and they flashed almost as white 
in that moon. Her buttocks looked like creamy soft mounds and I reached 
under fast, my fingers digging into her heat-touching her cunt-the hairs 
covering my fingers-She tried to kick me again and I had to hit her. I kneed 
her in the butt and she sprawled onto her face in the grass. I remember her 
face slid on the grass and she sort of moaned and lay still for a minute. 
That was long enough for me to turn her over on her back and pull her 
panties off, then her skirt, bra and sweater. She was really well-built. I 
had no idea. The sweater covered her up pretty good. I guess it was too big 
and hid those juicy breasts. 

	CONCLUSION 

	I had to stop the interview there because the patient suddenly broke down 
and became hysterical. 

	I can only say about his case that it was very unique and that I hoped I 
would be able to interview him again. 

	GENERAL CONCLUSION 

	It is very obvious to even the densest among you that the rapist is a very 
frightening and very sick man among us. He has the capacity to kill and maim 
for life and he preys on the weak and the innocent in our society. 

	If these were the middle ages we would summarily collect and castrate these 
men among us and put them out of action once and for all. 

	But we must live with the advantages and the disadvantages of the modern 
times in which we live. We cannot castrate these men although we would all 
like to very much. We can only try and understand their pathetic and sick 
minds. 

	Yes. They are sick and anyone that claims they are not is either a fraud or 
a rapist himself. 

	Understanding and science can only go so far when it comes to dealing with 
rapists. After that it is a time for action. Things must be taken in hand 
the rapist must be tracked down and forced into taking treatment for his 
disease. He must either be sent away for life or have his genitals removed. 

	Another proposal that has come up at the conferences we doctors have on 
rape is the performance of a frontal lobotomy on rapists. This would render 
them totally incapable of performing sex ever again. 

	Although these measures may sound extreme to the layman and the general 
population at large they are not in the light of all the rape victims that I 
have interviewed through out my life. 

	If one were to look at the damage and the psychic injury done to the 
victims of rape one would understand better this position. One would realize 
that a time for understanding and a time for coddling these criminals is 
over and they should be put behind bars for good. 

	There have been governments in the recent past that did exactly this to the 
rapists and as no surprise to anyone the rape index dropped considerably and 
at one point disappeared all together. 

	It is my opinion that the time for action against these men has come and 
that we should create a campaign to get the rapist off the streets and into 
the prisons where he belongs. 

	I, for one, would welcome this. Unfortunately, there is a great many 
preconceived notions about this delicate subject on the part of the 
authorities. Many women who have been raped have complained more about the 
treatment of the police than of the treatment at the hands of the rapists. 
The authorities are often known to-dismiss rape as the woman's fault. 

	I have also heard rapists testify, that when they were caught and confessed 
to their crime, the police interrogating them treated them more like a hero 
than a villain. These attitudes must be changed before the occurrence of 
rape will diminish. 


THE END
