Ghetto Sex: Savage Children & Sexual Lust
by Unknown 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

Although the school drop-out rate in the city's ghetto and slum areas is 
among the nation's highest, the children involved are anything but stupid. 

Life on the streets of New York City has given them a shrewdness and cunning 
that many adults would love to have. These street-wise kids have also had 
early introductions to sex, and usually in its most base forms. 

In order to survive, these kids have been forced to do a number of things 
that middle class adults would be shocked to hear about if they were given 
this information. 

CORINNE, 12, was gang-banged by a group of fourteen year old boys and found 
that she liked it. She describes her rape, giving all the details. 

RAMONA, 13, and six of her Puerto Rican girlfriends gang banged two rich 
white girls who had the misfortune to venture into the wrong neighborhood. 

MARVA, 9, and her twin sister, Ursula, observe every detail through a crack 
in the door of their mother and their "uncle" fucking. 

LALENA, 14, in a reverse twist, leaves the ghetto, only to encounter the 
rage of red-neck's vengeance and their desire to humiliate her. 

The transcribed accounts of these girls and boys and the others related here 
are truly shocking. But the transcripts of our conversations are available 
and give testament to their reality. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Corinne AGE: Twelve 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Corinne was sent here by the Child Welfare Board. Her story is one that can 
even cause a professional, well trained in the events that may beset such 
youngsters, to cringe slightly. 

She still showed some of the effects of her ordeal as she sat in my office 
and spoke to me, a conversation that was transcribed on tape and reprinted 
in verbatim, here. 

Corinne is a small girl, not more than 90 pounds and is only about five feet 
tall. Her pixieish looks makes it seem even more shocking. 

Well, it was only about five thirty in the afternoon, but it was dark out 
already. I was with my brother, Jim, who is sixteen. He was walking me back 
from my violin lesson. There's this center near us that gives music lessons 
to talented kids for nothing. It was past the hour where I could use my bus 
pass, so Jim walked me home, a fifteen minute walk, but our neighborhood is 
just not safe for little girls to walk through. 

Well, we walked down Dumont, a block that has only abandoned buildings and 
empty, vacant lots with debris all over it. Even in the daytime it's kind of 
scary to walk through, but most of the other blocks weren't much better. 

Suddenly, there's this young punk kid that Jim knows. He comes out of the 
doorway from one of the abandoned buildings. We knew he was up to no good. 
Our parents had taught us to respect the rights of others and Jim and I 
always did our best in school. We wanted to make something of ourselves and 
our parents really did a lot for us. Both me and Jim don't speak too much 
like the rest of the kids in our neighborhood because we studied hard to 
learn correct English. 

Anyway, this wild kid, Elmo, just stands in our path. My brother put his arm 
around my waist and guided me out of Elmo's way so we could walk around him 
and avoid trouble. 

It was cold out and I was wearing my long winter coat the people my mother 
cleans for gave her. 

But Elmo then stepped in front of the new path we made, forcing us into the 
gutter if we wanted to pass, and then he followed us into the gutter. It was 
obvious then, that Elmo didn't want to let us pass. 

"Hey, man, come on, Elmo. What you starting up for, man? We're not bothering 
you," my brother Jim said to him and tried to walk. 

We both knew that Elmo hangs with some real tough punk hoods, even if they 
are just entering their teens. 

Well, Elmo takes offense at what Jim says, even though Jim didn't raise his 
voice or anything. I guess Elmo just wanted to make some trouble for us. 

"Hey, man, your sister give you free pussy, huh, brother?" 

"No, she doesn't. And-" 

Jim, I'm sure was about to tell him not to talk about his younger sister 
like that, but Elmo didn't let him. 

"You mean, she make you pay for it?" Elmo said, and then he laughed real 
hard at his stupid joke. 

"Please, we're gonna be late for supper," I told Elmo. 

"Hey, little nigger. You're cute. I bet you got a nice little pair of jugs 
under that coat, huh?" He told me. 

"Look, you! I was nice to you, but you're gonna go too far!" Jim yelled at 
him, even raising his voice. 

"Yeah, man, what you gone do, huh?" 

Then, as if to show that my brother's warning meant nothing to him, Elmo 
unbuttoned the two top buttons of my coat. Jim grabbed me and we tried to 
get away. I was scared. I didn't want to see my brother get in a fight, 
although I knew he could handle himself. 

"Look, what do you want, Elmo? We ain't got no bread, man. That's why we're 
walking," my brother tried to reason with him. I nodded my head, too. 

"I'll let you both go if she tells me if she got hairs on her pussy yet. 
That's all, all right?" 

"You're a filthy animal!!" Jim yelled. 

"Please, Jim. I'll tell him," I pleaded, but it was too late. Elmo pulled a 
blade out. We both froze. Then Elmo whistled. Five other kids came bounding 
out of that abandoned building. Some had chains and crow bars with them. I 
felt like I was gonna pee, I was so scared. I grabbed Jim's coat arm and 
began to cry. 

"You got no money?" one kid asked who took over for Elmo as the leader. 

"No, we're walking home," Jim replied. 

He put his arm around me to try to comfort me. 

"Well, you got clothes that ain't too bad. I want them!" 

Jim was forced to take off his clothes in the cold winter. He was only 
allowed to keep his underpants. They even took his socks. They had knives 
and chains and crow bars. I knew that Jim had to do what they said, or else 
he'd get hurt real bad. 

"Would you please let us go now?" Jim asked. He had his arms folded in front 
of him to keep warm. 

"Start running down the block!" said Cleveland, who did the most of the 
talkng now. 

"Come on, Corinne," Jim said and he took me by my sleeve, but we didn't get 
a chance to run. 

"Not her, just you!" Cleveland told him. 

I felt even worse for Jim than for me. I knew how bad he must have felt to 
give his clothes away and stand around in his underpants like that, 
especially in front of me, who he was supposed to protect. But I knew that 
it wasn't his fault. 

Then Cleveland made Jim take his underpants off. I didn't look, even though 
they were all laughing at him. But Jim still wouldn't run away without me, 
so they got this cable wire and tied his hands together behind his back. I 
felt so weak and small, not being able to do anything to help my brother. I 
offered to remain, but it didn't help and Jim wouldn't let me. They made us 
both go into the building. They took us into an apartment on the first 
floor. There were a few flashlights that lit up the room. They took Jim's 
clothes and put it in another room, where all of the stolen stuff was kept. 
Then they tied Jim to a radiator by his legs and by underneath his armpits. 
They also put rags around his mouth and gagged him. Jim was struggling, once 
he was gagged, but it was no use. I was begging and pleading and crying, but 
that was also no use. 

The five of them then gathered around my, making a circle. They poked at me 
and opened the buttons of my coat. I tried to rush through them, but they 
caught me and put me back in the circle, and made me run around the circle, 
like running the gauntlet, and each of them would open my coat buttons. They 
began to grab at me and they finally took my winterocat off. One kid brought 
it out of the room. I saw Jim all bound and gagged, but as much as I love 
him, he was really not much help. He did give me a little more confidence, 
but not much. In a way, the fact that he watched me made me feel even more 
shame. 

Well, the five of them made me keep running around them. I had a dress on 
and patent leather shoes with white socks. They began to tear at my dress, 
first the sleeves, and then near the bottom, lifting it up and laughing at 
my white panties. 

"Hey, man, don't tear it. We can sell it," Elmo said. 

"No, we gone get others, Elmo," Cleveland told him. 

It was then, for the first time, that I realized they were actually going to 
rip my dress off me, and leave me in my underwear too. I looked at Jim, and 
I could see the frustration and anguish in his eyes as they made me run 
around the circle and tear at my plaid red and gray dress. Finally, one of 
them gave a big tug, and it came all the way off me. They stopped. It was 
cold in there, but that's not why I began to shiver. I was in my underwear, 
my bra and my panties, and there were five wild boys tormenting me. I was 
plenty scared then. 

"Hey, she got a nice little pair of jugs, like I guessed she would," Elmo 
said. I put one arm around my breasts and my other in front of my panties, 
the two most places I didn't want them to see, or grab. 

Then they made me take my shoes and stockings off. They brought my shoes out 
and then returned. 

They formed that circle around me and forced me to run around. They wouldn't 
let me cover myself either. 

They were threatening me with their knives and chains and crow bars. Then 
Cleveland went and got a gun. A real gun, too. They didn't do nothing just 
yet, only forcing me to run around in circles. I was out of breath. I fell 
in a heap on the floor, trying to catch my breath. 

"All right, give up your bra and panties," Cleveland ordered me. 

I stood there and wrapped my arms around each other and cried. 

Elmo walked behind me. They closed in on me, and just ripped it right off 
me, both my bra and panties, and left me naked, just like Jim. I was trying 
to scratch and claw at them, but I was just too weak to do anything. Jim was 
watching the whole time, too, except when he turned his head when something 
really awful would happen. 

One of the others pulled out this old mattress. I knew then that I was going 
to be violated. I really didn't realize it until then. I just couldn't 
permit myself to think about it. But now, I had to. I was squatting and 
cringing and covering myself up as they stood over me in my shame. Then, I 
was ordered to stand up and put my hands at my sides. I knew that they were 
all looking at my body parts that were forbidden to look at. The Church we 
go to always tells the kids about the evils of our bodies and the necessity 
to avoid temptation by looking on a female's unclothed body. 

"You're all gonna go to the devil. God is going to punish you all for this," 
I threatened them. They only laughed and they all walked around me and began 
to touch me, and handle me all over, making me cry and beg for mercy. 

That made them even happier, though. They were almost thoroughly rotten to 
the core. 

They fondled my breasts and had big laughs when they made them shake 

"How old are you, kid?" 

"I'm only twelve," I cried, hoping they might have some human decency 
somewhere inside them. 

"Twelve. You sure got big jugs for a twelve year old," Elmo laughed and they 
all slapped each other's palms. 

I was almost hysterical with tears. Then Elmo grabbed my behind, and began 
to pull and squeeze, and I was forced to stand there and not stop him. He 
put his hand into my behind and touched the place where I make from. It was 
awful how they could torment you like that, and when they touched me there, 
it was so uncomfortable, I hated it. It wasn't painful, then, just awful 
uncomfortable. 

While Elmo kept poking me and even sticking his finger into the hole where 
my movements come out of, two others began to touch me in my other part. 
They pulled my woman hairs, and just pawed at me mercilessly. They were 
grabbing me all over, all five of them at once, and on the most private 
parts of my body, too. 

In the little whole behind me, I could feel these real terrible sensations. 
I now knew that that was the reason they were doing that to me there, just 
to make me feel so uncomfortable. I felt so much shame being exposed like 
that, and I saw my brother, too, just tied up there, and his thing was 
exposed and they forced me to look at it. Then they dragged me over. 

"Kiss it!!" 

I put my hands over my mouth, but they were removed. I had to kiss it. They 
threatened him too and told him he would lose it if I didn't kiss it. I had 
to kiss it, and then I had to put it in my mouth and suck and suck and suck, 
and suck on it and it got big and hot and I couldn't do anything to stop 
them, and neither could Jim. I saw tears coming out of his eyes. My brother 
was so helpless, but I didn't want him to lose it, especially the way they 
said he would, cut off with a knife. 

It was disgusting and horrible, but I had to do it. I had to!! They were 
grabbing me as I sucked, putting it into my mouth, and I had to feel what it 
was like, they made me, they made me, ohhhhh, please, I can't go on, doctor. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

In our second interview, I had to calm poor Corinne down a lot if she was to 
continue. Finally, she was able to feel up to it, and she continued from 
where she left off. 

I had Jim's manhood inside my mouth and I sucked and sucked and I knew that 
he wasn't able to resist the temptation. Through the gagging of his mouth, 
and by the look on his face, I knew that he was feeling it, too. I knew that 
it wasn't completely his fault, but he did let "himself get aroused with my 
mouth on it, and it got hot and it got me aroused too, and I couldn't help 
it, but I had to keep sucking. 

I had to move my head up and down on it and they were yelling at me to make 
my tongue move around it, too, and I did and Jim was forced to show his 
pleasure, my own brother, and I his sister, it was the worst kind of sin 
almost possible. 

I'm glad my mother and father weren't there, I told myself a few times over 
and over just so I knew that things could be worse and they weren't. I knew 
that they would have made me suck on my father's big manhood, too, and they 
probably would have made me put my mouth over my mother's womanhood, and 
lick that and they both would have gotten that terrible sinful pleasure from 
it, and they maybe would have even made my father put his thing into my hole 
and make us sin even more, so I was able to give myself some comfort, but 
soon I began to feel it in my mouth get hotter and it began to twitch, and 
finally, his seed shot out of it and got into my mouth. I tried to spit it 
out, and it kept on doing that, and making more of his seed come out and it 
got all on my face and they made me put my mouth back over it and swallow 
the rest that came out. 

It tasted so acidy and pungent, and smelled so musky and it was sticky and 
gooey, and yes, it was filthy. He's my brother, but he didn't have to waste 
his seed like that and it was dirty and ohhhhh, he was liking me doing that, 
ohhhhhh, and I liked doing it because it was his manhood and I made him show 
his manhood, but I was forced to and I couldn't help it and ohhhhh, it was 
horrible! 

Jim was writhing and they made me lick all the rest of it off and I did and 
every time my tongue touched it they all began to laugh because Jim was 
unable to hide his passion. 

Then they pulled me away from him, even before I could get all of it with my 
tongue and lips. Then they made me get on my back and lie down on the 
mattress. I knew that I was going to get raped. 

I knew it, I knew it, and there I was, helpless, and Jim was helpless and 
they threatened me and they threatened him. They forced my to make even more 
shame for myself, just to see how filled with shame I was. They tried to 
make it seem as if it were my fault and not theirs, for the rape I was gonna 
get. 

"Stick your tongue out and lick your lips!!" They were all standing over me 
and they ordered me to do that as they all looked down on my complete 
nakedness that they wouldn't let me hid, and it was awful. I had to keep 
licking my lips like I was a lady of the street, and then they made me touch 
myself down there, and rub myself and made me open it up wide and show them. 

"Show your pink, nigger!!" 

I had to keep on licking my lips and they made me force myself to like doing 
that, and I forced myself to like it like they ordered me to and I spread my 
crack open wide and showed them the raw, temptuous flesh that I have there 
and they made me stick my finger into it and rub and move it rapidly in and 
out of the hole and not the hole from where I make water from, but the other 
one, the mysterious one that stretched out so wide, and I had to keep on 
panting and rubbing myself down there with one hand and I had to rub my 
dirty pillows and the things where my milk will come out of when I'm 
married, and they made me squeeze them, and they got bigger and darker, and 
real dark black looking and I was forced to like it. 

Then they made me say dirty words. They made me call my bodily parts by the 
filthy vulgar names, and they made me keep getting myself tempted and 
tempted and temped and I had to keep saying this awful thing over and over. 

My voice was changing and it was sounding to me like I was a woman of the 
street. I was feeling all these new sensations from all over my body, 
especially in my dirty pillow, that they forced me to call tits and jugs and 
down there it was really bothering me, but I had to say it, and I had to say 
what I felt, but I had to say it in filthy language while my brother watched 
and I was meaning it, too because they forced me to mean it. 

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!" I had to keep saying that over and over and I 
watched them take their pants off, all of them, not just one like I thought 
would violate me, but all of them, all five of them one at a time, would 
violate me, and then the other and then the next and it was so terrible. 

First, Cleveland got on me, and he made me kiss it first, and it was big and 
hot already and I had to tell him how much I wanted it inside me. 

"Put your cock in my cunt, Cleveland. I want you to fuck me so badly, 
mmmmmm, ohhhhhh, ahhhh, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," I murmured with 
real ugly passion, in need of getting relief, and I was forced not to let 
myself resist the passion and the pleasure and the need for having it in me. 

He made me take it in my hands and put it into me, and I could hardly think 
or see, I was so filled with unwanted lust. I had succumbed to temptation 
and I knew that the devil would take me, and I would have to bear my pain in 
front of the whole congregation in our church while sitting in the mercy 
seat, and that was almost as bad, having to tell exactly what I did, and so 
did Jim. 

Then Cleveland entered me, making me bleed my first blood, and breaking my 
chastity, and I was fornicated on, and he pumped it into me, in and out, in 
and out, and in and out and real hard, too, and I was feeling it, and I was 
loving it, but they forced me to, and I couldn't help myself, but I was 
still in shame and I saw that Jim saw that I was loving it, but he was 
loving it, too, when I had so suck on it for him. 

I felt all these things like small tiny pinches in my woman part down there 
and it began to shoot through my whole body and I began to see colors, like 
scarlet and red and I thought that I was in hell and I love being in hell, 
but I hated the fact that I love being in hell, but I couldn't help it, I 
had to love it when he pumped and pumped it into me, and the pain and the 
hurt was there ,too, and I still liked it, but I couldn't do anything. I 
felt like it was ripping and tearing, but I wanted it to rip and tear, and I 
thought it was going to come out of my nether hole, because it went into me 
so deeply, but it didn't come out of my nether hole, and I didn't rip and 
tear. It only stretched like a rubberband, but it didn't rip except for that 
thin membrane where they made a woman out of me before I was ready, but I 
felt like a woman, and I loved feeling like a woman, but I didn't want to, 
and then I wanted to, and I wanted to die, and then I wanted more and more 
of it and they forced me to beg for more from when after Cleveland's seed 
went into me, and. I was impregnated four more times. 

When Elmo got on me, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath or 
return to normal so I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed him so I could 
bear the pain and the pleasure of it better and he slapped me and forced me 
to tell him how much I love it and I told him how much I loved it, "It's 
wonderful," I panted and my own voice surprised me terribly the way it 
sounded, so raspy and passionate like a harlot, and I had to keep telling 
him while he pumped me that I loved it and I did love it but I still hated 
myself for loving it and I felt terrible shame for loving it, but I still 
loved it and I wanted it and I needed it and I couldn't resist it at all, 
not even a little bit, even though I kept thinking that I was ripping and 
tearing and spreading so wide I would need operations so make me smaller 
again. 

Then Elmo's seed was propelled into me and I began to think that I was in 
volcanoes and roller coasters and things were happening inside me that made 
me think I was in the Fourth of July fireworks and I saw all the colors and 
felt all the explosions and tasted the sweat from his body and I eagerly 
awaited the next one and I rubbed myself without them telling me to and I 
couldn't help myself anymore. 

The third one was Thomas and he was like a pile driver machine inside me, 
and he forced me to move up into him because he wanted me to get the 
exercize, so I had to pump my hips up and down and make it go into him. If I 
didn't he said, he wouldn't pump either, so I had to pump my own body, even 
though I was so exhausted and could hardly think anymore, but he told me how 
good I was making him feel, and I didn't want to make him feel good, but I 
knew that I wouldn't feel the pleasure if I didn't make him feel good, so I 
had to try to make him feel as good as he possibly could feel from putting 
it in my womanhood and he bit and sucked on my big, hard, black dots on my 
breasts and I tingled even more and more from that as I made my behind 
bounce up and down and my arms around his back which was sweating and 
glistening. 

My dirty pillows were in his mouth and his teeth were biting into them and 
making teeth marks and he was squeezing my dots with his teeth and hurting 
me, but I still loved it and wanted him to do it. I felt I was stretching 
and spreading so far now, that I was almost sure I would rip because even a 
rubber band can rip if it's pulled far enough, but I didn't rip, and when 
Thomas's seed jetted into my womanhood, I was almost completely hysterical, 
but not from sadness or laughter, but hysterical with the pleasure of the 
shame and sin they were forcing on me. 

I touched myself there when Thomas got off me and I was so tender and sore 
there and my dirty pillows hurt me, too, and so did my dots and they forced 
me to say more dirty words and tell them how great I felt and I told them, 
and then they told me to call my dirty pillows that instead of tits and jugs 
so they could all laugh at me. 

There were two left and they forced me to beg them for it, because they 
wouldn't let me have it if I didn't beg, so I got on my knees and begged 
them to do it to me and I cried and prayed that they would let me have it, 
so finally the fourth one did it, and again, it seemed as if it kept getting 
better and better each time one of them would do it to me, and I could 
hardly see or hear, but when the fourth one shot his seed into me, I was 
yelling and laughing with the passion and pleasure a strumpet or a harlot 
would feel. 

Then they forced me to do the worst things possible and I did them, they 
made me make animal noises and squeal like a pig and crawl around on my 
hands and knees and I did it. 

Just so I could get myself the sex, I had to do all these filthy, horrible, 
disgusting things, and I did them all, because they made me want to have the 
sex so bad that I needed it. 

They made me crawl over to my brother and curse him and then I had to curse 
God and my mother and my father and I did it because I wanted sex, and I 
didn't mean it, but they made me say it like I mean it so they finally let 
me go back to lay on the dirty old mattress and Cleveland, the leader and 
the biggest of all was the last one, and again I heard the Fourth of July 
fireworks and fell all that unwanted pleasure and passion, and I loved it 
again, and I wrapped my legs around him and wouldn't let go while he pumped 
and thumped and I humped and made my skinny body go into him and he was 
moaning because I made him feel so good and he made me feel so good, and I 
knew that he was trying to make me feel good and I loved him, then, but I 
still hated him for making me love him. 

I felt so confused, but all of the passion and lust and love made me not 
care that I was so confused. 

Oh, it was just the most awful experience that ever could have happened to a 
religious person like me. 

 CONCLUSION 

Corinne was crying and whining through our whole interview. I had to stop 
her and calm her down on a number of occasions. Those pauses were omitted, 
but the rest of her testimony is intact. 

As she repeated the awful events of her gang-bang, it was almost as if she 
were reliving every detail of it. She had to tell the police and also her 
church. 

Obviously, the deeply committed little girl will never completely recover 
from the traumatic experience. She is presently undergoing extensive therapy 
to help reorient her to society. 

As for her tormentors, they were apprehended by the police, not long after 
the incident. However, the stiffest sentence any of the juveniles received 
was six months in a reformatory. The others, due to their extreme youth, 
have been released in their parents custody and are presently lurking about 
the city's streets again, waiting for more innocent young victims to come 
their way. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Ramona AGE: Thirteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

When Ramona skipped into my office, I had to take a second look at the 
dossier we had compiled on her. She seemed like she couldn't harm a fly. She 
appeared as if she were a little nymphet or a cherubim. 

However, once I heard her speak, I knew that the reports we had on her were 
indeed, true. Her voice was low, hoarse, and grating, and her diction was 
most ungrammatical. 

I listened attentively as she explained in the course of her story, how at 
the age of thirteen, she knew every trick in the book. The viciousness and 
total lack of concern for human dignity that Ramona conveyed were shocking, 
especially coming from the mouth of such a pixieish creature. 

Well, doc, we got this gang, see. And we only be chicks in the gang, too, 
'cause we can fight so mutherfucking bad, man, that we don't need no 
mutherfucking guys to cover us, Jack. 

We all around twelve, thirteen and fourteen, and there be over fifty of us 
Rican girls in our gang that we call Pink Wildcats. All of us ain' no 
virgins, neither, and we all had to make it with each other, too. Man, and 
we're proud of that. Ain' no way no one gone call any of us Pink Wildcats no 
names like lesbians or dykes and still have their sex organ left to say it 
again with. 

We all know martial arts and we carry blades just in case. Man, we fucking 
own eight square blocks of the mutherfucking city, Jack, and that's our 
turf. Even the stud gangs got to think before crossing our turf. 

So, there be six of us, just hanging out by this building, protecting the 
neighborhood from intruders. Suddenly, Carmelita, this real big chick and 
one of my best lovers, well, she begins to really laugh and jump up and 
down, pointing at something up the block like she real excited. 

The rest of us look. There be these two blondes with dresses maybe not even 
from the rack and they be walking down the block. They didn't look like no 
social workers, neither. 

We all walk up the block, six of us, to meet them and find out what they 
want. Well, before they reach us, they stop. We walk faster, like a 
juggernaut down that mutherfucking street. We wearing our colors, too, black 
leather jackets, with the zippers pulled down in the front so our jugs can 
be seen only a little, depending on how big they is. Me? Mine ain't big at 
all and I can even keep my jacket unzipped all the way down to my belt, a 
big leather belt. On the back of the jacket say "PINK WILDCATS" written in 
pink lipstick that won't smear. 

Well, the two blondes are freezed. Then they turn and start to walk the 
other way, real fast, but still not running. 

"Blondies! Stop!!" Carmelita yells out to them. 

Carmelita ain't the leader of the whole thing. Maria Robles Vasquez be the 
main leader, but of us six, Carmelita the highest ranking. I'm pretty high 
up in the ranking, too, cause I can boost as good as anyone from the big 
department stores. 

The two blondies, turning around seeing us coming at them, then begins to 
run. We chase them and just as they open the door to this big, fancy new 
Lincoln they got, we able to close the door. We just stand around them at 
first, inspecting them. We feel their threads, and I know that it class 
material. We figure we can fence that alone "for thirty, forty bills, maybe. 

They were both close to each other. They didn't say much except little 
whispers to each other. 

"Speak!!" Carmelita orders them. 

"Please, girls. What do you want?" 

"All right, they speak," Carmelita says with a laugh, looking at us. 
Carmelita is big, man, bigger than the two blondies and they were both tall. 
Lean, too. "What you doing here?" Carmelita asks. I'm checking out their 
dresses meanwhile. I lift it a little to see what they got underneath, and 
the first one I do it to touches me and pushes my hand out of the way while 
the other one is explaining that they are representing landlords and got to 
forclose on someone and how they don't like doing it, but it's their job. 

We hate landlords! 

Well, after one blondie moves my hand from her hem, I smack her hand and she 
don't touch me, while I lift her dress and check out her fancy underwear. 
She got nylons and pantyhose on. Pink, too, actually. 

They explain to Carmelita that they gave this tenant a lot of time to pay 
up, but they got to hand the 'viction notice, and it turns out that the 
house belong to Jennie, this girl in our gang. 

Jennie wasn't going to get 'victed. 

Even though they say how someone else gone serve it, we tell them to send 
someone else who can get past us, cause they sure can't get past us. 

It's about three o'clock and the sun is out and people are looking at us 
from their windows. Carmelita yells out to the people what they there for 
and they all begin to encourage us and hiss them. 

"I think we're in trouble, Melody," one blondie says to the other one, but 
she don't say it like she scared. 

We all knew that they gone be plenty scared. We knew that we was gonna break 
them. Breaking them mean making them our slave until they done wear out and 
then we get rid of them. They got to be our slaves and enjoy it, too. 

We make them stand there, and some search through the car, while I check out 
their underwear, getting them more scared. They don't resist, only cringe a 
little. 

We get all the shit out of their car and carry it to our clubhouse, and then 
bring the two blondies with us. 

We look through their bags and find out their names and ages and all that 
stuff. We throw all their papers in the stove and burn them, 'eluding the 
'viction notice, making them almost threaten us with the law and all that 
shit. 

Carmelita lets them ramble on. The one called Melody be twenty-four year 
old, and the one called Carly be twenty-six year old. Carly be a little 
taller and bigger than Melody, and got bigger jugs than her too. They 
holding each other's hands. 

"Blondie, you ever make it with another girl?" Carmelita asks Melody. 

She shakes her head and so does Carly when the question is put to her. 
Neither of them ever rub their pussis together. 

"Strip!!" Carmelita says. 

"What?" Melody asks. Now, Carmelita is the type that don't like to say 
things twice, 'specially when she makes herself clear the first time. She 
tells them that and they kind of ask her to repeat it again. 

Carmelita, to my surprise, repeats it a third time, only adds a little 
incentive to it. 

"You got two minutes to be standing here naked! The two a you!" Carmelita 
puts the point of the blade she got at the throat of Melody for her 
incentive, and I do the same to Carly. 

They really both look so funny, rushing to get their clothes off. We all be 
laughing at them and whistling as they show us their features. They 
shivering even though it be hot as all hell in the basement there. 

They try to cover up. They both cover themselves in exactly the same way, 
with their legs crossed and one hand over their pussy and another over ther 
jugs, real fine looking girls they was, too. 

"Straight! Hands at sides!" 

That what I like about Carmelita. She don't waste no words, just barking out 
orders like she born to do so, and getting respect from it, too. 

They be standing up straight. I put my two cents in. "Shoulders back and 
stick out your chests, blondies!" 

They both look at me and see I mean business. They do like I tell them. 

The other girls all begin to feel them, inspecting their merchandise, and 
playing and making their jugs bounce. 

Carly, we see ain't blonde naturally cause the hairs over her pussy is 
black, like all of ours, but none of us is blonde, except for a few who only 
got blonde streaks with either red or black hair, two-tone jobs, you know. 

"Carly, hit your knees!!!" Carmelita says to Melody. I knew she was 
mistaking the name on purpose. 

"I'm Melody," Carly whimpers, trying to say that, I guess to stall or 
something, although why they should stall I don't know. Maybe they think The 
Lone Ranger on some big white horse gone come rescue them or something, but 
ain' no one gone save them 'til they fully subjected to us. 

Carmelita, not liking to be told she was wrong, grabs Melody's blonde bush, 
and pulls, also squeezing her cunt together, and not very easy. Melody 
screams and her knees start to buckle, but Carmelita makes her stand up by 
pulling and tugging on her cunt hairs. Melody gets up. Carly is watching and 
she screaming, too, yelling "Help, help, help, please someone help us, 
please!" 

"No noise," I tell her and put my finger on my lip in case she don't 
understand, but she understood and stopped yelling for help. 

Carmleita let's Melody go and has a bunch of her hairs in her hand which she 
throws on the floor. Melody begins to rub her cunt where her hairs got 
pulled out of. "What's your name?" Carmelita asks Melody. 

"Carly?" Melody says, hoping she got it right. 

She learning fast, but still got a long way to go. 

Carmelita shakes her head, telling her she be wrong. Melody shakes her head 
too, but with a question mark on her face. Carmelita waits, making Melody 
wait to find out what her name gone be. 

"You Blondie Number One!!" Carmelita tells her. 

Melody repeats her name then. I look at Carly to see if she know what her 
new name gone be, and then I ask her. 

"Blondie Number Two," Carly answers correctly. I smile at her and she smile 
at me. We communicated. 

So, not that we got Melody as Blondie Number One and Carly as Blondie Number 
Two, we ready to break them. 

"Blondie Number One! Knees!" Carmelita says, not wishing to repeat the whole 
thing about what she done already say. We know Blondie Number One can figure 
it out, and she do, getting on her knees. 

She puts her hands together and starts to beg, even before we tell her to 
beg. 

"Blondie Number Two! Show Your Pink!" 

Carly puts this look of disgust on her face when it hits her that she got to 
spread her pussy wide open, and she even refuses. A blade is put under her 
brown nipple and she realizes that she gone lose it if she don't listen. I 
thought she gone wet herself, she so scared. I trace the point of the knife 
on her tit, making a very fine line appear, not even drawing blood. 

So, Blondie Number Two, Carly, shows her pink and we make her show more and 
more of it until it's hurting her to stretch it, but we give her incentive 
to stretch her cunt. I put the point of the blade right on her pink, bubbly 
flesh, making her trickle out some of her piss on my knife, and then I had 
to get my blade cleaned so I have her lick the knife with her tongue, still 
stretching her pussy all the while. 

Well, they still not fully broken yet, cause they got to think a little 
before we order them to do something. 

"Blondie Number Two! Walk to Blondie Number One (who still on her knees) and 
force her to eat your cunt out!" 

She took too long to walk the few steps so she gets a big lock of her head 
hair cut off. 

She finally walk over to the kneeling Blondie Number One, her hands still 
stretching her cunt out. I figure that Carmelita gone give her the 
encouragement to do it herself, but she show me why she got what it takes to 
be the Queen someday if she ain' killed or sent to jail first. 

"Blondie Number Two! Encourage your cunt partner to eat you!" 

"Ohhhhh, oh God. I can't believe this is real," she says and the other one 
says something just like it. Man, them blondies is stupid cause it got to be 
real, see? She get another lock of her hair cut off, and she now show that 
her head hair is starting to disappear. 

She finally talks to the other Blondie and not at the ceiling. "Melody," she 
begins, but she loses some more of her hair and now her brown roots on a 
quarter of "her head is all she got there. She starts over. "Blondie Number 
One, please, dammit, our lives are more important than anything, please, do 
it, ohhhh, please, we have to," Carly says, crying a little. 

"C-, I mean, Blondie number Two," Melody begins, but she also got to lose a 
little hair for the slip, but not as much cause she did correct herself. 
"I'll do it, I understand. We'll be all right, honey, we will," she says to 
her friend, and some of us whistle when she says, "Honey," to her. 

"I-I'm clean there, Blondie Number One, if that's any consolation," Carly 
says like she trying to feel real sympathy for Melody. 

"Clean where?" I ask with a laugh. 

"My vagina," she repeats and we all laugh and she loses some more hair. 

We 'splain to her how to encourage her new sex partner. 

Carly looks into Melody's eyes, licks her lips and says, "Eat my cunt!!" and 
she pulls Melody's hair and pushes the struggling girl's face right into the 
middle of her cunt. 

Melody's licking at her like a pro, right from I the start, and we don't 
have to tell her too much to make her sucking and slurping and licking 
noises a lot louder. 

Carry's grip on Melody's head gets stronger and she's pushing her face into 
her cunt, making her get the best parts. Carry's soon acting like she loves 
it, and we know she is, cause of the way the sweat is coming off her face. 
Melody, too, after coming up for air a lot at the beginning, is getting into 
it, too, tasting all of Carry's flesh, and liking it, and Carly is letting 
her know how much she's liking Melody on her knees and eating her. 

Carmelita walks behind Melody. She grabs her pretty ass and lifts her off 
her legs where she was resting but still lets her keep eating Carly. Carry's 
moans was really something, and she soon did it on her own with no 
encouragement. 

I start to play with Carry's tits, cause they look like they be fun to play 
with. She got her hands on Melody's head, anyhow and couldn't do it herself. 
First I does it to her nice and easy, just to make her feel nice and cause I 
like the way they look, standing up firm and looking like nice ripe apples, 
real big ones, bigger than many of ours, even. But I guess maybe I get a 
little jealous of her, so I don't want her to look so nice. I begin to pinch 
her nipples, making them get even bigger, almost as big as my own tits, and 
I'm pulling on her tits, finally forcing her to realize that something else 
is happening to her besides the passion in her pussy. I'm smacking her jugs 
back and forth with my hands, and grabbing them, making a fist around them 
and making funny shapes out of them. I'm really interested in that, too, 
just to see all the different ways I can hurt Blondie. 

Meanwhile, Melody got this coke bottle stuck up her asshole by Carmelita, 
and she squirming and wriggling around like she a cockaroach that been cut 
in half, and she still got to eat Carly's cunt, her best friend, and Carly 
still got to make her do it, and I'm slapping and squeezing Carly's big 
apples, and seeing how hard I can squeeze her nipples before she notices it 
and screams and pleads that she gone not be able to give no milk if she ever 
has to, and I tell her to but it in a store and squeezed them both until I 
thought they would both pop, but they doesn't. Man, nipples is really tough 
little things, doctor, that I never really knew that before. 

They both panting and holding each other now, Melody's hands around Carly's 
ass, hugging her and twirling her tongue around her wet, dripping flesh, and 
Carry's pee comes out a little more in Melody's mouth, and Melody don't like 
that, so she takes her head away. . Melody's still squirming arund from the 
coke bottle that's just stuck in her asshole with no one holding it no more. 
But now she got a chance to squeal like a pig with her head away from 
Carry's cunt. 

Carly still moaning something awful, and she's telling Blondie Number One 
how sorry she was about not bein' able to control herself, and Blondie 
Number One believes her. 

Well, next on the agenda, figuring that they done enough pussy eating was 
wrestling. We find out that they don't know who could beat each other in a 
fight. We want to find out, and we want a good fight, so we inspire them. 

"The loser gone get all her hair shaved off, everywhere!" 

Then we let them talk to each other a little, and even give them a rest 
before they fight. , Well, first they just look at each other, knowing that 
they couldn't deny to each other that they just been in passion from the 
pussy eating and they probably knew that they would both try it again if 
they ever got out alive. 

Then this look of hopeless defeat comes over Melody's face. 

"I can't take any more of this, Carly. I don't care if they kill me. I WANT 
TO DIE!!" The falls on the floor and curls up in a little ball, her head 
betwen her knees and begins to shiver. 

Well, that took a little sooner than I figured, but that ain't what we 
really want. We want them helpless and as slaves, but not where they just 
like a vegetable. We want the fire to still be in them. Carly, seeing 
Melody's resignation, cuddies up on the floor next to her and holds her and 
comforts her. 

We knew how to deal with that, but not that well. We whipped them a little, 
but they ignored the lashes that hit them, just cringing and whimpering. So, 
we got to try something else. They don't resist nothing, so we easily put 
them on their backs. I begin to give Carly sexual stimulation and Rosita 
give it to Melody. Soon, they begin to come around again, as the hot wax 
dripping onto their clits from the candles we held over them just got to 
give them courage to bear with us a little longer. They both moaning and 
sighing, little by little, gradually, I mean, that's a better word, huh? 
Well, they gradually begin to come around as the hot wax is collecting on 
their clits, and soon they even be trying to close their legs which was 
being held open by the others. They start rubbing and sighing and they soon 
in the full heat of passion as the heat makes them fully inspired, causing 
them to make their cunt juices flow out and they both be rubbing their 
nipples, and purring and trying to stick their fingers in their cunts. They 
not even screaming. It wasn't really painful, although there must have been 
some pain. Shit, I sure as hell wouldn't want no hot candle wax dripping on 
my cunt, even though I had to get some pretty mean things done to me in 
order to show I belonged with the Pink Wildcats when I first joined last 
year. 

Well, we figure they ain't gone want to die no more, or if they do, they 
gone realize we ain't gone make it easy for them. 

"You ready to fight yet? You ready to fight yet? You ready to fight yet?" 
Carmelita kept asking them until they had to beg us to let them fight each 
other. 

We let them recover a little and stand up. I said we wanted a good fight 
with plenty of action. 

"Melody, I mean Blondie Number One, we'll have to do it," Carly said, only 
saying what we all knew. 

"But, Blondie Number One, I don't even know how to fight. Kill me, please, 
Blondie Number One," Melody begged. 

"They won't even let us die peacefully," Carly pleaded. 

And we ain't hardly done that much to them yet. We wanted to get a lot more 
action from them before they shriveled up for keeps. Well, we inspired them 
so more, letting them know that we could do things a lot worse than death to 
them. 

Well, they circled each other and looked each other up and down their nude 
battered bodies as Carmelita explained the rules to them. "There are no 
rules except that you are not allowed to run and got to keep coming at each 
other. The loser will not only get her hair all shaved off, but she also 
gone be given a lot of other incentive not to lose!!" 

Carmelita stepped back. We was really excited. They just tore at eachother 
like they got all the energy in the world. First, they did a little holding 
and pushing, but they both realized that the other girl was really trying to 
win the fight so then they had to go all out. 

Melody grabbed both of Carly's tits and began to twist and yank, forcing 
Carly to her knees. "Please, please, give up, please, Blondie Number Two," 
Melody pleaded. 

Carly grunted from the pain and shook her head. Melody, who was a little 
smaller than Carly then yelled out this animal-sounding yell and pulled 
Carly's tits, making scratches on them to, and Carly was forced to run along 
the floor on her knees, so her tits wouldn't get pulled off. 

She took a few swipes at Melody's legs with her hands, but Melody's 
adrenaline was really up, and she let Carly have it in the face with her 
foot. Carly was knocked over and Melody's toe must have been broke she hit 
Carly so hard. She even had to let go of Carly's tits and grab her toe. 
Carly, seeing the opportunity, crawled along the floor, real fast, despite 
the pain she must have been feeling, and grabbed Melody's legs and pulled 
them out from under her. She then sat on Melody's belly. 

They both couldn't fight and any one of us could probably have beaten the 
two of them easily, but it was still a good show. 

Anyway, Carly looks down into the smaller girl's eyes. Even though Melody 
had almost maimed her, Carly still had enough class left to ask her to give 
up without no more of her punishment. 

"Oh God, I can't," Melody yelled, thinking of what would happen to her if 
she did. She began to kick her legs up and try to get at Carly and force her 
off. Carly did wobble over, but she did manage to grab Melody's cunt hairs. 
They were on their sides now, and Melody also got Carly's cunt hairs. They 
both went limp, except for the grips they had on each other and were trying 
to get the best advantage, letting their fingers creep into their cunts. 

"Please, Carly, I'll rip you," Melody pleaded with her. 

"I'll rip you too, baby doll," Carly told her. 

I knew that they were both now trying to make believe that they still loved 
each other and would try to sweet-talk the other into giving up. 

"Please, let go, I'll give up if you do." 

"I love you so much, I can't hurt you, honey baby girl, please let go." 

"You let go first." 

"No, you." 

Then they both realized that they were both full of shit. Well, Carly was 
the first to make the next move. She closed her eyes tight, yelled real loud 
and pulled on Melody's cunt. 

Melody screamed in pain and terror, letting go of her grip on Carly's cunt. 
A batch of Melody's cunt hairs were in Carly's hands, but Carly quickly 
pounced on her, pinning her arms down with her knees, and her hands around 
Melody's throat. 

She began to try to strangle Melody, actually trying to kill her. Melody 
struggled, more like a survival instinct. Finally, seeing that Carly was 
trying to put her out of her misery and would succeed shortly, we declared 
Carly the winner and Melody the loser and pulled Carly off her. 

We gave them time to recover. They had a half hour to talk among themselves 
and let us hear what they were saying before we started in on Melody. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The easy, almost proud manner in which Ramona related those gross, brutal 
details made me squirm in my seat. I was glad that she was stripped naked 
and had no weapons on her. The two matrons also gave me confidence. 

Ramona is not a stupid girl. She has an I.Q. that is above normal, and her 
knowledge of human behavior, in terms of how she knew how to make the two 
blonde girls want to live is an instinct that many people will never learn. 

If only her violent instincts could have been channeled into another 
direction, a healthy one, and if she had not been placed in such an 
environment, I am certain that the diminuitive little girl would really have 
made something out of herself. I was very curious to see how much the two 
blonde girls were able to endure, and that will follow in the next 
interview. 

Well, it took Melody, Blondie Number One, about five minutes before she was 
able to talk again, and Carly kept on telling her how sorry she was and put 
Melody's head on her chest and patted her back and did everything she could 
to comfort her. Well, Melody sunk her teeth into Carly's tit and we had to 
apply pressure on Melody's chin in order to get her off. Carly still did not 
curse her, although Melody yelled every name in the book at Carly. I never 
realized that them blondies knew all that stuff, but I guess it came out 
naturally. 

Well, We strapped Melody down on a table tieing her up so secure she 
coulnd't move anything. Her hands were placed behind her and tied at her 
wrists to metal loops on the table. Her knees were bent and straps were 
placed around them, spreading them apart and making her pussy wide open for 
us. Her ankles were tied, also. 

We stuck a rubber ball in her mouth and tied a string around her. We put a 
strap around her belly and connected it to the loop where her ankles were 
tied. We made her lean back as far as she could and then put a rope around 
her chest, right over her tits and under her armpits and kept her in that 
position. She could only move her head back and forth and from side to side, 
but Carmelita held it and I got the scissors. First we let Melody look at 
herself in the mirror and we laughed at the expression it made on her face 
when she saw how helpless and ridiculous she looked. We let her watch as I 
cut off her hair and then put shaving cream all of her head. Someone else 
was shaving her pussy hairs, but I just had to stop. I let her stay there 
with the shaving cream on her head. She was so smooth at her pussy, just 
like a kid. Tears were dripping down her face as she saw how freaky she was 
getting. Carly, meanwhile was standing around doing nothing, except watching 
Melody. Her hands were tied behind her, but that was all. Well, I resumed 
shaving her, and I also snipped off her two blonde eyebrows. I wanted to cut 
her eyelashes off, too, but Carmelita said that could be dangerous. I 
listened to Carmelita. 

Well, we rubbed Melody's head with the towel. We all. laughed at the bald 
girl. You know something, she was still pretty looking. We put a little oil 
on her head to make it shine. She had a few bumps and dents on her skull and 
we all had a good laugh about that. I was really feeling tingles in my pussy 
from looking at her like that. I mean, she was exciting me, and she no 
longer was wanting to die, either. Carly told her that she was cute, even. 
Well, as long as we had Melody with her legs spread open, and so helpless, I 
asked Carmelita if I could stick my fist up her cunt and Carmelita let me. 

I bunched my fingers together and slowly shoved them up. Melody was 
squirming and she was peeing on my hand, but I didn't mind too much. Look, I 
got a pretty small fist anyway. Once I got inside her up to my wrist, which 
took less than five minutes, I made the fist. Man, she dug it. That bitch 
really loved it. I twisted my hand around inside her hot cunt, and oh, man, 
the passion that girl was giving out was incredible. Even Carly began to 
lick her lips watching Melody. 

Melody wasn't able to yell or nothing, but her eyes were telling the story. 
She had these blue eyes that were bulging out of her head, and sweat was 
running all over her body, and she was straining so hard with the bindings, 
I thought she might break them, but she didn't of course. Her breathing was 
coming out in big, heavy bursts, her belly moving slowly, but real in and 
out. Little purring noises seeped out of her mouth, and she began to thrash 
her head back and forth and blink her eyes real hard. I could feel stuff, 
her organs inside her, and I opened my fist up and began to wriggle my 
fingers around and touch her inside her cunt, making her feel even more 
passion. One of the girls took the strap off her knees and let her close her 
legs. It got even hotter inside her cunt, and she rubbed her thighs together 
around my fist which I kept closing and opening. She was kind of big in her 
cunt too, if you wanna know. 

They finally let her take the ball out of her mouth and she only panted and 
sighed, real loud and lovingly. 

She was really digging it, and her bald head didn't bother her no more. 

Then they took the straps off the rest of her body, and she didn't care. She 
rubbed her tits and kneaded them and her nipples, and closed her legs so 
tight around my hand stuck up her cunt. "Fill me, fill me, mmmmmm, ohhhhhh," 
she sighed and pleaded. 

Carly seemed like she was enjoying what was happening to Melody, so we asked 
her if she wanted it, too. Well, I guess I was wrong about her enjoying it 
because she hit her knees so fast and began to beg and plead and promise us 
everything if we didn't do it. 

Well, she really had nothing to bargain with, so we did it to her anyway. 
Naturally, she learned to like it. 

We gave them time to relax after we fist-fucked them. They had a few wounds, 
but not too bad. They could both last a lot longer, we knew. Well, we kept 
them there overnight, letting them have all of their movements, but with 
enemas, of course, and we even gave them some water. 

Well, the next day, they were crawling around on their hands and knees, 
snapping to our every command just like they was born to it. 

We brought the other girls over, all fifty of them just to show them what 
patience and hard work could accomplish. We had them fight each other again, 
and Carly won again, and Melody really cursed her. 

Well, this time, since Melody lost the fight, we stretched her out, tieing 
her arms together and letting her hang by them from a rope we attached to a 
metal grating on the ceiling. We spinned her around a little, and then let 
Carly eat her out. We gave Carly the bottle up her ass when she ate Melody 
out. Carly had to hold Melody's legs so her arms would stretch too much, and 
let her feel all of the passion. That was the first time Carly had ever ate 
pussy and she liked it a whole lot. 

Melody was digging it too, moaning and sighing and drooling and letting 
Carly do everything she wanted with her lips and tongue while she dangled 
from the ceiling. 

Well, by the third day, they were both raving nymphomaniacs. All they wanted 
was to feel passion. We were getting a little tired of them, however, 
running out of things to do, and watching them beg us for everything and 
trying to get little rewards such as cookies, for obeying us so quickly. We 
shaved Carly all over, too, and we stuffed bottles up their holes at the 
same time and tied strings around their nipples and then scraped them with 
sandpapaer. We did that to them both at the same time. At first we were 
getting them off, but then we had a lot of thrills trying to see who could 
make them scream the loudest. 

Well, that was when the cops came, and they was so freaked out by what was 
happening that a lot of us got away. I guess I was one of the unlucky ones. 

 CONCLUSION 

Well, Ramona has been placed in a mental hospital, and is undergoing a 
battery of testing. Unfortunately, a lobotomy is the only cure for her. 

The two girls that were tortured went into heavy shock, due to the anguish 
they realized they helped to bring to each other. They knew that they were 
both at the bottom of the barrel, and were grasping for straws, doing 
anything they could to survive. They were completely stripped of their 
identities by Ramona and the others, and still refer to each other as 
Blondie Number One and Two, although Carly now has a very short brown 
hairstyle. Melody, too, does look pretty in her short hair, and I am sure 
they will recover after intensive therapy. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Tallie AGE: Fifteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

At the age of fifteen, Tallie was already a very experienced young women. In 
terms of sex, there were very few things this tall, pretty black girl had 
not done. 

However, in her search for new avenues of sexual exploration and new ways to 
receive sexual pleasure, Tallie went a little bit to far. In order to escape 
from the depressing doldrums that permeate her slum environment, Tallie 
sought comfort from a dog. What follows is Tallie's verbatim account taken 
from our taped interview of what she did with the dog. 

Jojo been my own pet for some five year now. Jojo, he be a mutt, part 
Sheperd and part Labrador and weigh near a hundred pounds. He got long black 
and brown fur on him. Anyway, I hadn't got my pussy plugged for two day and 
I be needing to be filled in my pussy pretty bad then. So I went to my 
school that day, but that didn't do no good 'cause of there was no boys that 
was around when I needed them, and the teachers, they pick that day to check 
out the bathrooms all day long to make sure that no one be shooting up or 
getting into some pussy. So, school was a waste and I skipped the last few 
classes when it become sure that I ain't gone get my pussy filled there. 

I just be laying on my bed, listening to some music. Two of my little 
brothers and sisters is playing with Jojo and they make him come to bother 
me. 

Harold, who be eight, don't really give me much fun cause he just too young, 
and Hallie, well, she only be six and all she can do stuff with is with her 
tongue which ain't much. I only play around with them when I be needing it 
real bad and there just ain't nothing else around. I got my panties on when 
they come to bother me and my hand is inside them fingering my pussy. I 
playing with my jugs too. 

"Damn! Can't I rest in peace!!" I yells at them and get up and pinch Hallie 
on her little ass real hard. She just run around the house always with 
nothing on. Well, she cry cause of that, and then Harold start to teasing 
her and the dog begin to bark, and there more of a ruckus than before. Well, 
Jojo come near me by the bed and he jump on it, trying to get away from 
Hallie who be pulling his tail and making him yelp. Well, I still playing 
with my nipples, and Jojo, maybe he think that it be food or something. 

Well, I got a lot of sweat on my body cause of the energy I was making from 
my own self-passion. He, Jojo, I mean, start to sniff around on my nipples, 
and then finally take a little lick. 

Man, I like that. It be better than my fingers to play with my nipples. I 
try to get him to do it again, but I guess he realize that the oily look on 
me ain't really food or nothing, like real oil. So he don't lick me again. 
Well, I want to see if Jojo's tongue got a nice touch if he eat my pussy, so 
I pull down the front of my panties and point right at my pussy slit. Well, 
Harold and Hallie, they start to make fun of me, so I throw them out, 
telling them to go steal three cans of sardines from the store, intending to 
use the oil. 

Meanwhile, I'm there alone with Jojo. Well, I take my panties off all the 
way now. I really don't care if Harold and Hallie see me like that, but my 
mother, who also Hallie's mother, she sometime get mad if I walk around the 
house without my panties on, and she make the kids tell on me. Well, I 
figure that if I let them watch me get my whole body licked by Jojo, then 
they won't tell. I could threaten them too, but I really don't like to do 
that. Anyways, Jojo, he only take one little lick on my pussy, and then 
stop, but I knew from just that one little lick that I gone really be having 
fun when he do it with the sardine oil all over me. 

Jojo really like sardine. I like them too. I guess they be my favorite food. 
Anyhow, I get Jojo to lay on his back, you know, and I begin to rub his 
chest. Man, Jojo be so calm and mellow when he like that. He kick his back 
leg like he don't even know he doing it when I rub him in the right spot. 
Then his cock come out. A dog's cock don't look much like a real cock, but I 
guess for a dog, he don't know that, and it do make him feel good, too. It 
be pink, real bright pink, maybe something like white people's cock, huh? I 
never make it with a white guy before, doctor. They got pink cocks like 
dogs? 

Oh, anyway, I begin to touch his cock, and he seem to like it. It ain't that 
big, maybe four or five inches, but I guess he don't know that either, and 
he just like to have it touched by a female, just like anyone else do. 

He almost purring like a pussy cat when I begin to stroke on his cock, 
making these groaning noises, little harmless growls. Jojo can be real mean 
and ferocious when he got to like when someone try to rob us and that why he 
there, but now, man, he just like a gentle dog and not a watch dog that he 
trained for. We know how to treat him and when he not growling mad, Jojo be 
a nice harmless dog. 

I squeezed his Johnson in my fist, and he look at me like he angry at first. 
He usually not like to have his balls and rod played with, 'specially by 
other dogs, but I caress his neck and say nice things to him, and he realize 
I ain't gone do him no harm. I squeeze his rod again, and he don't resist no 
more. I move my wrist up and down like I'm jerking him off just to see what 
happen, if it shoot out of his cock like people. Well, only this funny 
looking little yellow drop of come out of it. 

Well, the young kids get back from the store just as I'm jerking him off. 

"Hey, you want watch Jojo lick me?" 

"You gone let him lick your pussy, Tallie?" Harold ask me and Hallie be 
giggling. She really a cute little thing, Hallie. 

"Yeah, I gone put the sardine oil all over me, even in my pussy, but you got 
to promise not to tell!" 

They both promised if they could put the oil on me so I let them. Jojo was 
really drooling now, seeing his favorite food and the oil he love so much. 

We ordered him to sit and wait. Them hands of Harold and Hallie pawing all 
over me feel real good, too, and they both feeling me up all over, playing 
with my pretty ass and putting oil in my crack, even. Man, I feel like I'm 
so bad, having two people treat me like I was a princess or something like I 
seen Cleopatra or other white women in them movies with Hercules. 

I turn over and then let them put it all over me, on my legs and on my tits, 
and even little Hallie be playing with my jugs, using one of her little 
fingers to dab my nipples and make them look so shiny black and they get 
bigger too. She take off all her clothes again, but I tell her that it won't 
do her much good to get licked cause she too young. Sheet, she ain't even 
got one hair yet and her chest look just like Harold's. 

Me, I got a big mutherfucking forest, a lot of curly black hairs and they 
playing with the hairs over my cunt, getting them all oily and soon my whole 
body was shining. 

I just had to get up and look at myself. Man, I looked like I was a statue, 
and I made poses for the kids and they be telling me how pretty I is and 
feeling me. Man, I do got great long legs, too, not too big and not too 
skinny, neither. They feeling my legs with their hands, but I can tell that 
Jojo getting kind of anxious, so I go lay down on the bed again, on my 
front. 

"All right, Jojo, all right," I tell him, and he run over. But first, I let 
him have all the sardines just to give him a taste of what to come. Then he 
gulp that down real quick and he jump on the bed again. 

He start on my legs first, just licking and licking like there no tomorrow. 
He let his tongue all the way out of his mouth and he's panting while he 
licking me. Man, I never seen a tongue so long. Well, I feel his hot 
caresses on my legs, and I knew that when he get to the real good parts, it 
gone be a lot better. I bend my legs up so he can get all around them. I 
feel like I'm some glamorous movie star the way I bent my legs like that. He 
finish with my calves and then he start in on the back of my thighs. 

Harold and Hallie, they be watching real close and encouraging Jojo. 

"Good boy, good dog, Jojo," they saying. 

"Man, Jojo getting a real treat today," I say and joke with a laugh. 

My big black thighs is really tingling from that and the bend of the back of 
my knee also feel real nice. I make him do one leg at a time, and then I let 
him go to my ass, and he press his tongue down real hard, thinking that my 
big cheeks sticking up at him be a lot more to lick, and he making them 
shake and the kids begin to laugh at my buns shaking from the dog's tongue. 
He also put his nose on me and he so healthy cause his nose so cold. That 
really give me more pleasure, too. He wedge his nose in the crack, because 
Harold and Hallie made sure to get the oil in there. I even felt Hallie's 
little fingers touching my asshole, so I knew that gone be fun to get 
licked, too. 

Well, Jojo keep spreading my buns apart with his snout, just wedging it 
right in there, and soon I feel it on the rim of my asshole, which be really 
sensitive to me, too. I like getting fucked in my asshole just as much as in 
my pussy. I'm feeling these tingling vibrations around there, and his hot 
tongue is making little trails all around my ass, and he even try to get in 
deeper and deeper into my asshole. I clench my cheeks together and catch his 
tongue in there it was in so deep. He pull, and I pull, and the kids really 
enjoying seeing Jojo's tongue stuck in my asshole. I'm enjoying it even 
more, though, than them, cause of the passion his tongue be giving to me. 
Well, I finally let up and he get his tongue out. He look at me with his 
head tilted. I'm not sure if he know that he giving me all that pleasure, 
but he get to work again, getting all the oil off over my ass, on the small 
of my back and then on my back and I'm just laying there so calm and 
sighing. 

He get at my shoulders and lick them and I put my hands under me and 
squeezed myself around my ribs, I'm feeling so good, knowing that once I 
turn over it gone be a lot better. Having Jojo lick off my back was more 
relaxing than sexy, but it sexy too. I took that time to stretch out and 
make all my muscles stretch when he licked my back. I was turning on Hallie 
and Harold by doing that, too. 

Then I rolled over. He started at my neck. They didn't put no oil on my face 
cause I wasn't up to kissing Jojo's tongue. 

I lifted my head up and there was this great big smile on my face as he 
licked my neck all over. I'm really sensitive there, too, and I felt all 
these tingling vibrations, and it made my pussy so anxious to get him down 
there. He got to my collarbone next, and my whole chest just above my jugs. 
They was not sticking out so much cause of the way I was stretched out on my 
back, but I know that he didn't know the difference between my back and my 
tits. All I was was some hot body with sardine oil all over her. He likes me 
too, 'cause I alway treat him so nice, so I'm sure he knew it was me that he 
was doing it too. Also, dogs got great sense of smell, so he knew it was me 
from my smell. 

Anyway, the first brush of his tongue across my nipple was really exciting, 
too. He licked all around my tits, getting in between them, my cleavage, 
which wasn't much because of the way I was laying, and it tickled some too, 
when he got to my sides. He was straddling me then, but he was still 
standing, and not squatting on me, even though Harold told him to sit. I 
yelled at Harold cause I didn't want Jojo to get his cock on my pussy. Well, 
it did give me an idea, though, but I didn't want to do that in front of the 
children. 

Anyways, his tongue was swishing along my jugs, making them bounce a little 
from the force of his tongue and he stuck his nose under my tits and licked 
there, making me feel all filled with passion. 

"Ooooow, ohhhhh," I was sighing softly. 

He licked my nipples a few more time, almost as if he knew it was making me 
feel good. There wasn't much more oil on them, but they was big, black and 
hot. 

I felt paroxysms of oscillating ebullition coursing all through my body. 

I was tingling all over me when he began to lick my belly, and then my 
abdomen. I'm nice and flat, not yet getting fat like my mother. I still am 
pretty lean and my curves made it a little harder for him to get at, but not 
much. He even licked me in my belly button. I soothed my hands all over my 
body, feeling my own nipples while he was licking my belly, getting closer 
and closer every second. 

Then he got to my pubic hairs, and ohhhhh, was that nice. I was so warmed up 
for it, everything Jojo did just made it even more better, like it was 
multiplying the passion he was giving me. He really didn't pay too much 
attention to my big, fluffy bush of black hairs. But then, he began to get 
at the insides of my thighs, making them tingle and I held the back of his 
neck and caressed him while he did that, and I grabbed him because if was so 
nice. 

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yessssss, nice Jojo," I be moaning all the while he was 
doing it. I spread my hairs apart and pushed them out of the way, cause I 
knew he don't like putting hairs on his tongue. Neither do I, when I'm 
licking someone or giving a blowjob. I don't mind touching the hairs with my 
fingers, though, and playing with them like that, but Jojo couldn't do that 
to me 'cause of he's a dog. 

Well, he was making me squeal, and my pussy juices was flowing right out of 
me, getting mixed with the sardine oil. He kept licking around my thighs and 
I was gouging him all around. 

"Make him lick your pussy, Tallie," Harold yelled. 

"Sheet, he will, man. Give him time," I says back to him. "Horny little 
mutherfucker," I adds, cause he playing with his little cock. Hallie is 
standing there, looking real interested, giggling and biting her fingers. 
She still sucks her thumb, even, and she sucking on that, too while she 
watching me. I know they both don't know how good it making me feel, but 
that's all right, too. 

Jojo finally gets to my pussy. I take me hands from his head and spread it 
for him, first letting him lick my pussy lips when they's closed. He wanted 
to get at it so bad, he even had to lick some a my hairs to do it. There was 
oil all the way deep in my hole, and the oil itself was making me feel nice. 
Then he started to eat my wide open beaver, making me just move like I was a 
little tiger or something like that. I mean, I was squirming and bouncing on 
the bed, making the springs creak, but I was still spreading my cunt wide 
open for him. He had to go after me, too, to get at my cunt, 'cause a the 
way I's moving, but he found it and licked and licked, sticking his nose 
right in there and really spreading me. I was so wet and gooey in there from 
the oil and my own oil that my pussy makes. 

Jojo was digging it, too, and he knew that there was other stuff there 
'sides the sardine oil, and I guess he liked it cause his ears were really 
perking and he was panting and his tongue was really hanging out. 

His tongue ain't rough like a cat's is, but smooth and it felt so hot when 
he was licking me. It was better than any people who ever ate my pussy. 

I was having orgasms left and right, like crazy from the way he was licking, 
and the feel of his tongue sliding over my clit was really great. It made me 
feel like I wasn't in that room with the plaster falling down from the 
ceiling all the time and kids alway running around and alway the fear that 
someone gone try rip you off in your own home. No, I felt like I be in 
heaven, with green, green grass and trees all around, and a big white house 
with a swimming pool, and a whole bunch of white people feeding me grapes, 
hired just for that, and then that passed and I begin to feel like I be in 
hell, but I really don't mind hell then, either, cause it's real nice and 
hot, and I see all these nice colors like red, and pink and purple and they 
spinning around and just flashing and changing into other colors right 
after. 

Wow, what that something else when he licking my pussy. My clit was really 
burning and giving me this great passion. I could hardly move anymore and I 
couldn't even thrash around like I was. I let my fingers slide off from my 
pussy 'cause I was so exhausted, but he kept on licking me there anyway. I 
couldn't hardly see Hallie and Harold, or hear them, I was so romantic with 
sex. 

I usually don't like to get my clit touched and squeezed, cause it get too 
tender and sometime irritate me, but the way Jojo was doing it, he could 
flick my clit all day long and I still be loving it when the sun go down. 

Finally, he finish up, after getting his tongue all the way into the hole in 
my pussy. 

All I could do was lay back and not move, just soak up and continue to feel 
the passion it gave me. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Tallie's report is really incredible. To a lot of people, it may seem almost 
unreal, how she could live like that. The way she told of going to school 
just to see if she could get fucked, and the manner in which she said a 
number of things that appear to be shocking is shocking in itself. The 
calmness about her and the fact that she doesn't realize that it's 
considered taboo to play with her younger brother and sister are remarkable. 

The second of our interviews, wherein Tallie describes how she and Jojo got 
it on follows. 

The next day, when only the baby was home cause all the other kids was in 
school, I was alone with Jojo. 

I got my clothes off, all of them, and cuddled up next to him on the floor, 
just leaning on him, and feeling his furry hot body next to mine. I let my 
jugs rub against him and then I straddled him, like he was a horse. I 
couldn't ride on him, cause I'm too heavy, and he don't take to it. I kept 
the palms of my feet flat on the floor, but I really dug the feeling of 
spreading my legs out over him. 

Jojo got on his belly, though, not liking no one to sit on him. Well, I 
turns him over and begins to scratch his chest and his belly, making him 
kick his back feel again like he don't know he doing it. 

I wait 'til his cock come out of his fur, where he keep it, and then I 
squeeze it and rub it up and down for him, and he like that. 

I make him chase me over the bed, holding some dog bisquits. He jump up for 
it and I squeeze his cock when he do that, and then I give him the dog 
cookie. They really ain't bad cookie, cause when there just ain't nothing 
left around the house and I get the hungries from getting stoned on grass, I 
eats them, too. 

He go near the crib where the baby sleep and all the other baby before him 
sleep. Jojo, though don't bother the baby. Ever since we hear about that 
girl that got her baby eaten by her hungry dog, well, we make sure that Jojo 
never be real hungry. But Jojo don't even care about my little step-brother 
in that crib that I got to change and give food to when mama ain't home. All 
he interested in be the crib, Jojo, I mean, not the baby, who name be 
Wilson. All Jojo want to do is hump himself on the leg of the crib. 

Well, Wilson begin to cry because of the rocking Jojo doing to his crib. 

I know Jojo only humping himself cause of the way I played with his cock. 
Well, I got to get the baby to keep quiet, so I pick him out a his crib and 
hold him in my arms and pat his back. He only two month old, Wilson, and he 
soon stop crying. I get this idea to let him try to suck my nipple like he 
do with mama, and I put my breasts near his mouth and stuff my nipple in. He 
start to cry again, though, and don't suck on my nipple for long, just a few 
sucks. I liked it, though, and he made me wet, taking his little mouth and 
drawing in on my tit. But then he stop and begin to cry again. I guess it 
because I ain' got no milk in my tit like mama. Man, mama's jugs is so big, 
mainly from the milk in them, but they big, anyway. 

She getting real fat, and her jugs is really moving close to her belly. 

I don't want that to happen to me, so I alway be careful to make sure I 
don't get no babies. 

My jugs still stand out straight, and I know that they ain't gone sag and 
droop for a lotta years. 

Anyway, I got to yell at Jojo who still be humping the crib and that make 
Wilson cry even louder. Well, I get Jojo to jump up on me, and he start to 
hump one a my legs. I don't mind, cause I had something like that in mind 
for us, anyways, you know. 

Well, Wilson stops crying and I put him back in the crib he he still don't 
cry, so now I'm ready to get it together with Jojo. 

I pry his paws apart and make him get down, and I turn around and bend over. 
I make my buns spread open wide, and then I slap them, letting Jojo know 
that he could hump me there. He jump up on me while I'm bending over, and he 
puts his paws around my belly. That feel real good and nice. He even 
squeezing me since Jojo be a big, strong dog. He start humping up and down 
on me, and I can feel the wet at the end of his cock touching my cheeks. The 
fat that Jojo be getting off on it also excite me. I like to see people 
getting off, and dogs, too, now, I guess. 

Well, I reach around and grab his cock, and stick my ass back, making him 
put it in my asshole. Well, he do, and he know that it the place where he 
can fuck. 

Already I'm feeling these tingling, sexy vibrations in me, and my little 
asshole be puckering with his cock in it. He still humping up and down, but 
only now his cock, it be inside my asshole. I'm feeling myself opening up 
and the funny kind of feeling you get when you get dicked up the ass is 
there just like he a regualr guy. I move my ass out to him and I put the 
same rhythm on my movements as his humping movements. I can hear and feel 
him panting, and-know his tongue be hanging out real long. 

I start panting too, at first doing it just 'cause he was, and I try to make 
my pants come in quick little spurts like him, but soon I'm doing it in my 
own way, and for real, too. 

Man, Jojo is knowing what he doing, too. It be just like a regular fuck for 
him, and I know that he ain't had no female dog pussy in a long time. But I 
think he don't care too much whose hole he sticking it up, just like people. 
You know, a hole is a hole and that's that. But Jojo still know it me cause 
of the way I smell, and he have to keep smelling my odor that only a dog 
could smell. I really don't smell that bad to people, either, but then, most 
of the people around here do smell, and that probably cause it be hard to 
get the shower when it's hot, waiting for everyone else to use all the hot 
water up. 

Man, I hates to take cold showers. 

Anyhow, Jojo be humping my asshole, and I be grinding back with him, and we 
really getting down. I mean, I'm feeling just, well it be different than 
when a guy do it, or a chick do it with a dildo, but Jojo still good in his 
own way. I don't want to compare all of them, but I got my own pleasures to 
get from each. 

I was tingling in my pussy and as I was bending over, I also began to finger 
my pussy, moving two fingers in and out, just to take some of the pressure 
away from Jojo. Man, was I feeling good. His cock was twitching like a 
machine inside my asshole and it was so smooth in there, just a skinny pink, 
wet rod moving in and out a my asshole. 

Woooo, was that nice, man, feeling all of that hot, passion shooting all 
through my body, and my tits was feeling it too, in my nipples which was big 
and hard and a lot darker. You know, black girls nipples is only a light 
brown color usually, but when we get hot, man, they get almost black, real 
dark brown, not pink like I seen on pictures of white girls. My pussy is 
pink inside though, and so is my tongue, just like white girls, so I guess 
there's some things that's that same and some that be different. I guess I 
would like to make it with a white girl or a white guy, but there just ain' 
none around here, so I really don't bother with it. 

Anyways, My jugs is just hanging down as I be bent over and my cheeks is 
spread wide open now without me using my hands to do it. Jojo be making 
these low, moaning and groaning noises, too, like he really fucking, and he 
is really fucking, too, actually, cause I feel like I is, even though he be 
a dog. Man, I made it with a mutherfucking dog, man! That still be hard to 
believe, but I did do it. Jojo a good dog anyway, and he can't tell no one. 
I know he done be expecting more, but I don't know if I should give it to 
him. That's why I'm here, I guess. 

Well, soon, he making his rhythm change a little, not as smooth, and his 
moans is getting louder and louder, waking up Wilson, and making him cry. 
But I can't bother with the baby now. I'm too involved with my passion, and 
I figure that Jojo gonna come in me soon, and I'm wondering what it gone be 
like to have a dog come in me. 

Well, he finally do come in me and I feel like I gone fall over, I filled 
with so much passion from it. My pussy is dripping all over and my voice is 
screaming out in passionate moans, too. His hot, gooey yellow come came in 
my asshole in just a few quick spurts, but they really were rocketed in, not 
like a man's, but a lot more force behind it, almost like it was shooting 
from a pellet gun, it was so hard and went in so deep, I'm sure. I had to 
brace myself against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. Man, I was just 
thrilled and excited beyond belief. I never expected it to be that good. 
Wow! 

 CONCLUSION 

What happened to Tallie is not an isolated incident. Many of the young 
people, decent people at heart, like Tallie, have found themselves in 
similar circumstances, but of course, it is rarely reported to the proper 
authorities. 

The conditions and elements in the ghetto make it a lot easier for young 
people to have sex there. There is plenty of sex going around and most of it 
is free. Of course, you can throw some little girl a quarter, or a dollar, 
but that really isn't much. 

What Tallie will have to go through now because of how she and the dog 
fucked, will be a number of psychological counseling sessions, but they 
ususally do not do too much good, so I wouldn't doubt that Tallie will be 
back fucking Jojo again, unless she realizes herself why she isn't supposed 
to fuck dogs. They way that her younger brothers and sister are forced to 
live in such cramped quarters, probably means that they will be just like 
Tallie when they get a little older. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Anna Marie S. Age: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Anna Marie was a tiny girl but extremely well developed for her age. She 
seemed to be an adult woman in her demeanor and her development, both 
physical and emotional. She did not seem at all afraid or suspicious of the 
visit to my office nor, in fact, of me. She stared at me with large, 
cat-like eyes that appeared for a moment, quite hypnotic. I had to pull my 
eyes from her gaze and forced myself to look away. I could see the patient 
smile as though she had already won a great battle. I encouraged her to talk 
freely but I attempted to look to the right or the left of her hypnotic gaze 
as she did so. 

They call me Princess Pussy, and that's how I write my name on the subway 
trains. I never go to the yards at night, that's for silly boys who need to 
prove their masculinity. I do my artwork on the trains during the daytime 
and I rarely have any trouble. The only reason I was arrested this time was 
because there was a new conductor on the train. 

He didn't know that I have an arrangement with the trainmen and the security 
guards ... I'm sure he found out. They probably beat him up for getting me 
into trouble. They are very protective of their Princess, you see. 

I plan to go down to the trains this evening and let my subjects know that I 
am free again. 

I expect there will be quite a party when they find out. 

(The patient smiled in an evasive and feline manner. For a minute, I almost 
thought I heard her purr, a sort of sound that indicated her pleasure with 
herself.) 

You see, the fact of the matter is Doctor, I am a true artist and the subway 
men recognize that. I began my career many, many years ago when I was just 
eleven but already a woman physically. My breasts developed very early and I 
had a full complement of pubic hair before I was even twelve years old. 

(She smiled again and tucked her feet under her, stroking her arms and legs 
with long-fingered, and very adult-looking hands.) 

When I was age eleven, I decided to try my hand at subway artwork and 
sneaked down the fire escape from my parents' apartment and into the train 
station. 

I was extremely new at the art then and I was still working with water 
soluble magic markers. 

Oh, the days of innocence! 

One of the conductors saw me as the train was underway and he came to the 
back of the train to stop me. The car was quite empty and he expected no 
trouble, I'm sure. After all, I was only a little girl, hhhhhmmmmmm? 

I smiled and stared straight into his eyes as he approached me. Men seem to 
respond to my smile, always. 

(She gave me a very big smile and I had to look away from her glaring eyes.) 

I told the conductor that I was royalty and that he should kneel before me. 
He kind of laughed but as I continued to stare at him, he did, in fact, get 
on his knees and he pulled me to him. 

He told me that he had a little girl just about my age and he would like to 
do to me what he had always wanted to do to his own little girl. 

I told that I might let him do so if he would recognize my royalty. 

He said that he would possibly consider me a Princess, if that would please 
me and he would worship me as a commoner should worship a Princess. 

That's just what I wanted. 

(I was flabbergasted by the patient's total inability to recognize reality. 
She was, most definitely behaving like true royalty. She looked at me in 
such a way as though I were fortunate to be in her presence. ) 

He asked me to take off my clothes and let him see how beautiful I was. 

I did so. 

I was eagerly anxious to show my perfect body to him. As I lay my clothes on 
the subway seat, I rubbed my full breasts until the nipples were standing 
out straight, since I think my tits look better that way, anyway. 

The conductor got a wild look in his eyes and asked permission to put his 
mouth on my erect nipples. I granted him permission to do so and he licked 
and sucked my tits until I felt the wetness running between my thighs. 

The conductor told me that I had the world's most beautiful pussy. 

Of course I agreed with him. 

He said I should be known as Princess Pussy that time forward and that he 
would tell all the other conductors abut me, too. 

For that, I let him put his mouth on my fuzzy pussy and push his hot tongue 
into my wet slit. 

The conductor asked me if I would stand up on the seat and let him suck me. 
He told me that it would feel very good. 

I stood up on the seat and balanced myself on the speeding train, my legs 
firmly apart. It was nice, looking down on him, I knew how important I was. 
I knew that he was my servant. 

He licked my cunt hungrily and begged me to let him put his throbbing prick 
inside it. I asked him to show me the prick, first. 

He pulled the purple head of his prick from his pants. 

I granted him the right to place it in my pussy. But when he took his cock 
all the way out of his pants, I saw that it was an enormous rod and I feared 
it would split my pussy right in two! 

He told me that he would only put it in a little bit, so I told him to go 
ahead. 

He put just the head of it against my royal virgin cunt and he held me 
around the hips and tried to push it in. But it wouldn't enter my royal 
cunt, no matter how hard he pushed. I told him that his prick was obviously 
not good enough for my cunt and that he should continue sucking me. 

The conductor was terribly disappointed but it was clear to him that he 
could not push his prick up my cunt unless he caused me terrible pain and he 
didn't want to do that. 

He anxiously probed my cunt with his tongue again and sucked on my stiff 
little clit while he masturbated his own cock until it spurted in a puddle 
at my feet. 

I told him to hold onto the straps of the subway bar, one with each hand. He 
did so, immediately, a puzzled look in his eyes. 

I climbed onto his shoulders, my sweet, honied snatch just as his chin. I 
held onto the bar for support as my conductor continued to suck and lick my 
oozing cunt. I felt so free as I swung on his shoulders, the train car 
leaping and thrashing about the track, my conductor holding onto the straps 
tightly and violently sucking my cunt at the same time. 

I could feel my big tits bouncing free in the cool night air and swaying 
with the movement of the train. I could see my conductor. At last I felt 
myself rising, rising, rising even higher than my position above the 
conductor. "You are my servant," I told him as he avidly sucked my cunt, 
"You are my servant and you will do what you are told!" 

He nodded eagerly as my aching cunt convulsed and poured its sweet fluids 
down his hungry mouth. 

We were in the station, then, and the train came to a halt. The conductor 
held the train in place until I got my clothes on and he promised me that if 
I would come down to the station every evening, he would promise me that he 
would provide many servants to take care of me and call me their Princess. 

Naturally, the next night I sneaked out again, anxious to find my friend, 
the conductor, and to meet my subjects, the people I would rule. 

The next night my conductor had two friends with him, another conductor and 
a security guard. They assured me that they would allow me to paint Princess 
Pussy, my signature, on the train and they would not tell a soul, if I would 
only let them worship me that evening. 

I took off my clothes and watched the gleam in their eyes as they each 
removed their stick pricks from their pants in anticipation. I let the new 
conductor suck one of my big, stiff nipples and the other I gave to the 
security guard. I took their big prongs in my hands and moved my fists up 
and down, feeling the hardness and the heat coming from their cocks. 

The old conductor, my friend from the night before, again tried to push his 
prick into my cunt. This time, he succeeded in getting the head of his 
throbbing cock inside me. He continued to push but I cried out in pain. He 
stopped pushing, immediately, and left the head of his cock in the tiny 
entrance to my cunt and, putting his big fist around the shaft of his 
throbbing purple cock, he jerked himself off until he shot his bubbling 
sperm up into my virgin cunt. 

I ordered him then to eat my cunt until I poured my fluids down his face and 
he eagerly pushed his mouth into my pussy. I then took one of the cocks that 
I held in my hands and I sucked on the end of it. It was much too big to go 
down my little throat and the security guard did not even try to push it but 
he just enjoyed my licking the end of it and keeping my fist moving quickly 
on its shaft until the cock erupted into my mouth and I greedily drank his 
sperm. 

The other conductor was hoping to hold off his ejaculation until I sucked 
his prick, too, but he couldn't hold it back any longer and he shot his 
sperm across my bare tits. 

I told him to lick it up and he eagerly did so, sucking and pulling on my 
titties as he did so. 

The new conductor and the security guard sat back on the bench, exhausted, 
as they watched the old conductor continue to lick and suck my pussy until 
my nipples reached toward the ceiling and I had to rub them myself as I 
spilled my hot, young juices into the conductor's waiting, hungry mouth. 

They all said if I would come back the next night, they would have more 
subjects for me. I would be the Princess of the transportation department, 
they said. 

They were waiting when I came the next night. There were several toll 
collectors too and several other conductors and security guards. I don't 
know their names because royalty is much too busy to know the names of her 
subjects. 

Each one of them took a turn at sucking on my big, full breasts and licking 
my young, swollen cunt. My old conductor tried again to push his stiff cock 
up my cunt and this time, got it half way in and started to make a fucking 
motion, shouting deliriously. "I'm in her, I'm fucking the Princess!" 

The rest of the crowd cheered as he pushed it further and further up me. My 
hot cunt was aching for it. I ordered him to shove it in me up to his balls 
and he did, pounding his huge piece of meat in and out of me until he shot a 
burning load of semen into me. 

Afterwards, his prick wilted and his balls shriveled, he knelt before me and 
kissed my pussy hair again and again and thanked me for allowing him to fuck 
my royal cunt. 

One by one, the others all begged me to allow them to fuck it, too. I told 
them that I did not believe in favoritism and that I would see that they 
each had a turn. 

They -lined up, stiff pricks in hand, to take their turns and one by one 
they fucked my steaming cunt until they had ejaculated into it. And one by 
one, they kissed my pussy hair afterwards and thanked me for allowing them 
to put their hard pricks up my cunt. 

Then, I ordered them to make me come, too, and they were anxious to do so. 
One of them offered me his balls to suck on, two more gave me their stiff 
pricks to masturbate. One security guard knelt at my backside and probed my 
tiny asshole with his hot tongue as another conductor squatted below my cunt 
and fucked my hot hole with his fingers as he licked my stiff clit with his 
hungry tongue. 

I ordered the men whose cocks I was jerking off, to suck my tits, and with 
the hot tongues in my cunt and asshole, the hot mouths on my tits and clit, 
the huge pricks in my hands and the hard balls in my mouth, I rose to a 
climax, a pinnacle of pleasure worthy only of a Princess. 

Afterwards, the men stopped the train on the tracks long enough for me to 
paint Princess Pussy in my best and fanciest script on the side of the car. 

I promised them I would come to visit them every night and they promised to 
be loyal. 

I was extremely concerned about the condition of this particular patient, 
who seemed to me to be unable to differentiate reality from her fantasy. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The Princess, as she insisted on being called, was right on time for her 
appointment and was as haughty as ever. I was amazed at the maturity in her 
demeanor and at her fully developed body. She was an unusual fourteen year 
old, for sure. I urged her to sit down and continue her story, being careful 
not to be caught by her cat-like hypnotic gaze. 

She curled into a feline position on my leather chair and stroked her body 
as she talked. 

I went down last night to see my subjects. I was right, of course, they were 
furious that the new employee had reported me and had caused their beloved 
princess to go to jail! They swore to me that it would never happen again 
and promised to make it up to me that very night! 

They stopped the train in the middle of a run. The track was quite dark and 
the fluorescent lights in the train sputtered on and off as they all took 
off their clothes and so did I. 

I ordered each one of them, in turn, to kneel in front of me and lick my 
cunt. They did so, eagerly, their thick pricks growing and standing rigidly 
erect. 

When I was hot and ready, I ordered each of them to fuck themselves in my 
hot, sticky cunt until they came. One by one, they pushed their red-hot 
prongs into me and fucked themselves until they shot their boiling gism up 
my hungry cunt. 

I was aching to come myself but I made myself hold back. I wanted each of my 
subjects to come, first. 

I let each of them suck my tits and, those who wanted to, parted my plump 
young buttocks and tongue-fucked my tiny asshole. 

At last, they said they wanted to teach me new and exciting ways of doing 
it. It was the least they could do, they said, for all the trouble I had 
gone through. 

One conductor put his rigid cock between my breasts and held them together 
with his big hands, thumbing my erect nipples with his thumb as he fucked 
himself between my breasts. I waited until I could see that he was about to 
shoot his fluids and I grasped the head of his cock with my mouth and drove 
my little fingers up his asshole while he spurted his sticky fluid into my 
mouth. 

Another conductor asked me to hold his thick prong with my feet and he 
jerked himself off held tightly in the arches of my feet. 

One of the security guards told me to sit on his lap and as I did so, he 
pointed his hot rod at the little entrance to my ass. He pulled me down, 
causing me to cry out in pain. He apologized for the pain, his cock filling 
my insides, and promised it would feel very good soon. 

He got up, holding me against him, his cock still up my tiny ass, and asked 
me to kneel on all fours on the subway floor under him. I did so and he 
began to pump his magnificent pecker in and out my asshole while he rubbed 
my stiff pink clit with one hand and tittillated my erect nipples with the 
other. His hand was so broad that he could hold both my full breasts in one 
hand and rub both nipples at once. His rod slamming in and out my asshole, 
his hand jerking off my rampant clit and his other hand rubbing my aching 
tits, I came immediately and flooded his hand with my fluids as he shot off 
inside my ass. 

Then, one of the conductors asked me to stand up and allow his rock-hard 
cock to enter my cunt from the front as one of the security shoved his stiff 
prick up my back hole. The bun-holer rubbed my clit as he fucked my ass and 
the cunt-fucker squeezed my breasts and pulled my stiff nipples. 

Another conductor, who stood on the seat beside us, pushed his stiff pecker 
into my mouth and urged me to open up my throat and let his whole rod slide 
inside my mouth. 

I let the cock push deep inside my mouth and then the conductor held my head 
and fucked his prick into my throat. 

Three cocks came inside me, my throat, my cunt and my ass were overflowing 
with the boiling semen and my own cunt exploded as the security guard 
continued to rub my clit furiously. 

My parents, of course, don't even know that I go o ut at night and are 
extremely pleased that I don't have an interest in dating or going out at 
night with local boys. They, like I, think local boys are little animals and 
certainly not worthy of a Princess like myself. 

I hope that you're satisfied, Doctor, and will allow me the freedom to 
continue my royal life without interruption by such ignorant people as the 
police. 

In fact, Doctor, if you'd like to take a late ride on a subway, I may be 
able to include you among my subjects. 

My subjects love me. 

I urged them to learn new things to entertain me, to find new ways to bring 
pleasure to their Princess and their eyes gleamed and they winked at one 
another in excitement as they promised me that they would do so. 

So, you see, Doctor, my arrest was a terrible mistake and certainly my being 
in this common office is another mistake. I don't belong here and have no 
intention of returning. 

I explained to the patient that it was a condition of her parole that she 
report to me and that, if she did not, it would be necessary for me to 
report that fact to the authorities and have her arrested again and probably 
she would be detained at a home or correctional institution until the 
authorities were satisfied that she had paid for her mistakes and was able 
to live within the confines of the rules of our society. 

The Princess became terribly agitated and made a number of senseless 
threats, continually calling me once of her subjects. I reiterated to her 
that I was not a subject and that, in fact, she was not a Princess. She 
stormed about the office, furiously, and only when I promised her that I 
would not alert the authorities, did she agree to see me again the next day. 

 CONCLUSION 

The little Princess did not come back to my office the next day ... or the 
next. I did, in fact, feel it necessary to report her to the Authorities who 
found that she had not been seen at home or school for over a week. 

Her parents have been terribly frightened about their daughter's 
disappearance and the police have searched all the obvious places. 

However, every time I go down into the subway and see her childish 
elaborately colored scrawl, Princess Pussy, I cannot help but believe that 
she is alive and well-and happy-and living somewhere in the miles of tunnels 
that undercut this city, taken care of, her every whim satisfied by her 
subjects, the subwaymen and women. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Marva AGE: Nine 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Marva is a pre-pubescent little girl of nine. She too, lives in the black 
ghetto. Her introduction to sex came when her mother brought one of Marva's 
many uncles home. They live in a two room apartment, Marva, her mother and 
Marva's three other sisters, two of whom are younger, and the other, Ursula, 
is her twin. 

Through a crack in the door, Marva and Ursula were able to watch the whole 
fuck scene between their mother and their "uncle" unobserved by the two 
adults. As described in Marva's own words, her lack of knowledge about sex 
is apparent, but she does learn that there must be something wonderful about 
sex. Wonderful enough to make her want to try it. 

Me and Ursula was in our room laying in our bed. It was summer so we didn't 
need no clothes or blankets. Uncle Leroy and mama was in the kitchen, which 
is also the room she sleeps in. She closed out door and told us not to come 
out. The bathroom is in our room. There's another bed in our room, and 
that's where four year old Donna sleeps with three year old Darlene. The 
baby, two year old Rodney sleeps in one of the dresser draws that be open 
and got a blanket for him to sleep on and cover himself with. 

I look at Ursula. "You sleeping?" I ask her. 

"No, it too hot," she say. 

We both look exactly alike, you know cause of we're twin sisters. "You think 
that Uncle Leroy really mama's brother?" I ask her. 

"No, I figure he be papa's brother. Maybe papa be coming back soon." 

I could see that she was only saying that to try to be happy, but she know 
he ain' never gone come back, or he be Old when he do. He in prison for a 
long, long time. He rob this liquor store and have to really hurt the owner 
of it. We didn't even get to keep the money papa got cause the police took 
it away from us when they searched our house and threw everything all over 
the place until mama gave it to them when they began to threaten to hurt me 
and Ursula. 

"Wanna go look through the top of the door to see what they doing?" I ask 
Ursula. 

Well, she laugh and then hop out of bed like a little naked rabbit she so 
fast. We got this real high chair, a step-stool and we put it at the door. 
There this opening at the top of the door that not filled in yet, and it be 
about an inch wide and a few more inches long so we can look through it. 

Well, we climb up on the chair and get real close to each other, our naked 
bodies touching. We put the sides of our faces together and look through the 
hole, Well, we began to laugh and almost made too much noise, but still not 
enough to make them notice. 

We see Leroy just take off his underpants and his thing be so big, and stick 
all the way out. It look like a cannon. And mama, she be naked, too, just 
getting off her blouse. 

Me and Ursula put our fingers on each other's lips to keep from laughing too 
loud. 

We both know that we thinking that Uncle Leroy's Johnson be so big, that 
maybe they really don't put it in a female's Johnson like we heard in 
school. 

I only seen one other one 'sides my two year old brother's. Rodney just got 
this little thing, real tiny and all us girls alway tickle him there and he 
laugh, and sometime it even get bigger, like a little twig or something, but 
nowhere like Uncle Leroy's which was giant and huge. The other one I seen 
was in school when this kid told me he give me three dollars to put it in my 
mouth. He only be our age, nine, and it wasn't much bigger than little 
Rodney's. Well, I put it in my mouth, but he never did give me no money, 
only a dime. It felt real hot when it was in my mouth, but my mama gave me 
some beating for that so I never done it again. Ursula tell me that she got 
paid a dollar to take her panties down and let a ten year old touch her, but 
she say that when he want to put his Johnson in her crack, she don't let 
him, not even for another dollar. She did get one dollar for it, though. 

Anyway, we watching them. Uncle Leroy, he take mama and put his arms around 
her and kiss her and she then kiss him back and they putting their tongues 
in each other's mouth. I look at Ursula and make this expression on my face 
like "Yeech!!" and she agree with me. 

"Look, his Johnson touching her belly, Ursula," I point out and we both look 
how it move up and is squash between them. 

He touching mama's big ass, too, and she moving her body around, making her 
big fat breasts rub up and get crushed against his chest. Then he reach down 
and begin to stick his fingers around by mama's pussy, she got a lot of 
hairs there and they both making noises something like they in pain, but not 
exactly. 

Well, we watching him move his fingers around mama's pussy. I giggle when I 
look at Ursula. She making believe she got great big jugs like mama and 
pulling her one flat chest out with one hand and petting it with the other. 

Then I do it too, grabbing the tight skin and the little black dot of a 
nipple we both got and I make belive I'm doing what Uncle Leroy doing. 

Then I look at Ursula. I look at her crack. She not like mama there at all. 
Neither am I since we both look exactly alike. Then Ursula look at my little 
crack, too. "Hey, baby, I gone soothe your pussy," I say to her, trying to 
imitate the way Uncle Leroy say it to mama. Then I rub my hand down the 
middle of her crack and on the way up, I stick my finger in and do it. She 
just look at me. 

Then when I stop, she make a funny face at me and pinch the side of my 
crack, making it hurt almost, but beside the hurt it felt nice in a way. 
Well, we both giggle and then we put our arms around each other and look 
through the hole at the top of the door again. We got to get close together 
so we can see. We used to the feel of our bodies touching each Other when we 
naked. We both real hot, too, cause in the wintertime, we just lay next to 
each other and squeeze each other so we can be warm. Of course, then, we 
wearing our long underwear, but our body heat still come through our 
underwear, too. 

When it get real cold, mama sleep in the middle of the bed with the two 
younger girls, and hugs them and mama get warm, too. That only when no uncle 
is visiting us, though. 

Anyway, we looking at mama and Uncle Leroy, and now mama be touching his 
Johnson. She pulling the loose part of it and rubbing it between her 
fingers, and Uncle Leroy get this look on his face that make it seem what 
mama doing is the greatest thing in the world for him. Wow, was it big. Mama 
even tell him that it big, making a little joke about it. I hear Uncle Leroy 
say it his third foot, so maybe it a foot long, wow! 

He slowly sink to his knees and so do mama. They get on the bed next, and 
they both just lay on their backs. Mama's boobs don't look bad when she 
laying on her back. They don't look too big then. I guess me and Ursula gone 
get all then hairs and big boobs too when we get older, mama tell us that we 
gone bleed in our cracks all of a sudden and become women. She say it can 
happen any day, but it still not happen to neither of us. 

Anyway, mama, she be touching Uncle Leroy's Johnson and she lean over and 
put it in her mouth, just like that kid in school tell me to do. I look at 
Ursula. "Maybe when you get older like mama, it be all right," she tell me. 
I still remember the hurting she put on me, making my behind bleed from the 
strap so I couldn't sit for a whole week without it hurting. I still don't 
think it fair that mama put her mouth on the Johnson and not get punished 
for it and I does. 

She moved her head up and down on his Johnson real quick, looking up at him 
with it in her mouth, like she asking him if she's doing it good. He petted 
her on her back and real slow and smooth on her big ass. He moaned while 
mamma kept sucking on' it and he laughed too. 

Mama was also playing with his balls, and moving her fingers into his ass, 
rubbing the insides of his thighs and then also his balls. We could see real 
good, and could even see how she was doing it, just letting her fingernails 
rub against the sack his balls are in and then she would take them in her 
hand and squeeze them and run the through her fingers, and he was really 
going almost wild from that. Me and Ursula had to keep biting our lips to 
keep from laughing. Uncle Leroy was pounding the bed with his fists and then 
gripping the sheets real tight like he might fall off and his teeth were 
showing and he was all sweaty. 

Mama was sweating a lot too, and she was saying these things to him in a 
voice I hardly ever heard her use before. She was so sweet then, that I 
wished she could always be like that. She put her hands on his chest and 
massaged him, and the bunch of little curly black hairs on his chest she 
just let her hand move right through. 

I put my hand on Ursula's chest and let it run real slow all over her chest. 
She just watched me and looked at my hand on her skinny little chest. 

"Do you like it?" I asked her. 

She shrugged her shoulders. Then she did it to me. It did feel good, but it 
wasn't great, at least not enough to make me feel like Uncle Leroy did when 
mama did it to him. 

Then she pinched the tiny little dot of a nipple I got. 

I felt it, but not just the pinch. I felt like it gave me goose pimples. 
Then I did it to Ursula. It's hard to pinch her exactly on her nipple cause 
it's so small, but I could tell that she felt the same exact thing I did. 

"Let's watch," I whispered, and I put my arm around her and she put hers 
around me and we cuddled up and watched, but we were caressing each other 
now, like mama and Uncle Leroy and we were rubbing the sides of our faces, 
our cheeks, together. 

Mama was really going up and down on his Johnson a lot harder now, slower, 
but harder, as she sucked. We could see her cheeks moving in and we could 
also see the Johnson in her mouth bulging out her cheeks when she drew them 
in. She was on her knees in between his legs now. We had a side view of her 
and Uncle Leroy. He was grabbing at her jugs which were really hanging down 
from the way she was bent over and he was squeezing them and pinching her 
nipples, but it was different with her. She liked it a lot, I'm sure, but it 
was still hard to tell how much because of the mouthful of Uncle Leroy's 
Johnson she had. 

Then Uncle Leroy yelled out this big, loud sigh. "OHH-AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!" he 
said and we could both see that the bottom part of his Johnson that wasn't 
in mama's mouth was twitching back and forth and mama was moaning too, but 
still with the big thing in her mouth. She lifted her head off for just a 
second and stuff came out of the slit where he pee's from, but it wasn't 
pee. Mama had the white stuff dripping down her chin when she put her mouth 
back over it. She sucked it now like it was an ice cream pop, licking it 
with her tongue and getting all the white stuff off it. 

I looked at Ursula. "What was that?" I asked her. 

"Seeds, I think," she answered. 

"Seeds ain' liquid," I told her. 

"That's what I heard, Marva. Maybe people seeds is different," she 
explained. 

"Is it spum?" I asked her. 

"Spurn," she said and then she laughed, but I had to hush her up. I thought 
that that was what I heard someone say can come out of a Johnson, but maybe 
I was wrong. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Ursula and Marva, in watching the blow job that her mother was giving to her 
lover, were learning a lot about sex. The conditions for that learning were 
far from perfect for the twins, however. Seeing your mother giving a 
stranger a blow job is not the best thing to look at, obviously. 

The twins, in trying to emulate their elders were also beginning to get into 
something with themselves that could prove to be harmful. 

In the second of our interviews, Marva tells the rest of what she and Ursula 
saw happen that night. 

Mama then lay back on the bed after she finished licking the seed off. Seed 
is right, right? Sperm too? Oh, that's probably the word I heard, sperm. 

Anyway, mama and him looked like they both be real tired, but they glad they 
be tired 'cause they both got these real happy looks on their faces. Uncle 
Leroy's Johnson was't that big anymore, and it wasn't standing straight up 
like it was before, but it was still pretty bi, anyway. 

They began to kiss each other, softly at first, and making their tongues 
touch. They kept that up for a long time, and we saw how Uncle Leroy's 
Johnson began to get bigger again. While mama was kissing with him, she also 
began to run her fingers along his Johnson, too. Ursula's face was right 
against mine as we watched. We were making our hands rub her shoulders and 
our faces were rubbing up against each other's. We know that since we twins, 
we know what's going on inside each other just from the look on our faces. 
We hardly ever get in fights with each other and we really love each other 
since not only are we sisters, but we also identical. Well, Ursula turns her 
face to me and sticks her tongue out and licks my lips. That got me by 
surprise. 

"Oooow, yeeech!" I said and I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. 

"Marva," Ursula whined. "We're blood, you don't have to wipe it off," she 
told me like she angry because I insulted her by wiping her wet from her 
tongue off my lip. 

"Then let me do it to you," I whispered back to her. She puckered her lips 
like she was gonna kiss me, but she just tilted her head up and waited for 
me to lick her lips. Well, I did. Her little lips was hot. It even had a 
taste to it. I licked her right in the middle. Like me, her bottom lip is a 
little thicker than our top lip and sticks out a little. 

She giggled and she squealed. She didn't wipe it off, either. She looked 
like she liked it. She made her lips come together and put them over her 
teeth in her mouth. I saw her own little pink tongue slide out and lick her 
lips. 

"Thank you, Ursula," I said for showing me that she could lick her lips 
after I had licked them. "Did you like it, huh?" I asked. 

She smiled and giggled. Then she nodded her head, yes. 

We kept looking back to mama and Uncle Leroy, but all they was doing was 
kissing each other and touching all over their bodies, so me and Ursula, 
still standing on the high step-stool, figured we didn't have to watch too 
closely. 

"Do it to me again," I told my twin. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. 
Then I felt her tongue slide across, right in the middle of my lips. It gave 
me tingles. I put my arms folded in front of me and shook my body in 
delight. "I liked it," I whispered. 

Then she puckered her lips and I licked them and then she did it to me 
again. I licked my lips after she licked them. I could feel the wet from her 
funny little tongue. I liked it a lot. 

We took turns doing it to each other. Then one time I did it to her, she 
stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked my tongue. I could tell by the 
look on her face she didn't do that to make me get angry. I knew that if I 
wiped my tongue off or said "yeech" she'd get angry. It felt a little funny 
at first, like a gooey kind of mushy feeling. She looked at me. She stuck 
her tongue out again, and waited for me. I put my fingers around her tongue 
and pinched it and felt it a little. She let me kind of explore how someone 
else's tongue might feel. It wiggled in my fingers, almost like it was a 
snake and not her tongue, but I kept feeling her tongue and letting my 
fingers touch it gently. She made it flex and get stiff and then all mushy 
again. Then she put her fingers at my lips and pulled my lips open, still 
not saying a word, but I knew she wanted to feel my tongue so I let her, and 
when she let her fingernail scratch it, that gave me a lot of nice tingles. 

"Touch my tongue with yours," I whispered to her. She stuck her tongue out 
and I did too and we met. We just moved out head, not our tongue, our head, 
back and forth and let our tongues slide against each other's. Then we put 
our arms around our backs and squeezed and hugged, letting each other know 
how much we loved each other by doing that. Before this, we only told each 
other how much we loved each other, but never used our hands or tongues to 
tell it. Well, we kissed before, but not on the lips, and we did hug, but 
only to keep warm from the cold and not without no clothes on. 

We began to move our tongues now and not just our heads, making our little 
pink flaps dart back and forth with each other. 

It felt so good. That was especially because we both knew that we found 
another way to express the love we felt for each other to our twin. It 
really wasn't like kissing a mirror or anything, even though we're 
identical, because a mirror doesn't feel like a hot little tongue and 
doesn't have a hot little body like Ursula or me. 

We put our hands on our faces, just like mama and Uncle Leroy did and looked 
into our eyes. That was like looking at a mirror, but it was better than a 
mirror since we could really see deep into each other. "I never knew how 
much I can tell about you and me by looking into your eyes, Ursula," I said 
to her, my voice changing and getting real sweet like mama's was. 

She hugged me and we pressed the front of our bodies real tight together and 
kissed on the tongues some more, sucking on them like they was Johnson's, 
making our cheeks draw in and get all the juicy taste from our tongues. 

Then we noticed that something was happening with mama and Uncle Leroy. 

"I think they're gonna fuck now," Ursula said. 

I put my fingers to my lips and giggled. I never saw anyone fuck before, 
only heard a little about it. 

Well, Uncle Leroy got on his knees, and he got in between mama's legs. His 
Johnson was really big again and was sticking straight out. He grabbed mama 
by her ankles and pulled her real close to him, making her legs come around 
his waist and her pussy, with all her hairs was right at his Johnson. He let 
go of her ankles and reached out to her pussy. He began to move his fingers 
around mama's pussy like he was tickling her pussy, but mama wasn't laughing 
very hard. She did giggle a little, but she was "ooowing and ahhhhing" a lot 
more than giggling. She really didn't seem like she still our mother the way 
she was carrying on. We never seen her like that before. She usually only be 
yelling and screaming at us. I wish she could be like that with us, too. She 
seem so pretty when she smile. She laying on her back and looking up at 
Uncle Leroy resting her legs on his hips. He stuck fingers into her crack 
and showed us how red and juicy she is in there. Me and Ursula are both dry 
and darker in our pussy when we look at it and open it. 

"Well, Uncle Leroy was sticking his fingers into mama's pussy real deep and 
spreading her open so we could even see her whole which was puckering, 
bubbling and dripping her moisture. She was really liking it too, just from 
the look on her face. 

Well, at the same exact time, me and Ursula both felt each other's pussies. 
We began to rub each other's cracks, sticking our fingers in and moving them 
in and out. I was really liking it, so I knew that Ursula must be liking it 
too. We began to kiss each other and pet and we put our other arm around our 
shoulder, still fingering our pussies, and sucking our tongues, but also 
still watching mama and Uncle Leroy, waiting for them to fuck each other and 
see how it's done. 

We almost fell off the chair we were squirming so much, the tingling in our 
twin pussies was making waves of it shoot all over our bodies. We had goose 
pimples all over. Her pussy was exactly like mine, a little bump at the top 
that makes us really go crazy and that thing at the bottom that's the 
cherry, I think, that blocks the way to get into our holes. 

I made the little bump at the top of Ursula's pussy get bigger by squeezing 
it and she even bit my neck almost hard when I did that to her. She did it 
to me and I grabbed her leg to hold on and help me take the great feeling of 
it. We weren't full-fledged women, of course, but we knew then that we both 
got woman's things and woman's feelings, even though we both got no boobs 
and no hairs under our arms or around our pussies. We was almost dancing 
from the great feelings of passion as we played with each other and watched 
mama and Uncle Leroy. 

Heck, we know he ain't really our uncle cause we never seen him before, but 
it's cool if they wanna tell us that he is. 

Uncle Leroy begin to pull mama's legs again. He pointing the end of his 
Johnson straight at her pussy hole and slowly pulling her by her feet to 
him. 

Mama twists her body a little as she being pulled into Uncle Leroy, I guess 
to make sure that it go in right. Her head sliding along the mattress. Then 
they go into each other, real slow at first, then they both make lunges into 
each other and his big Johnson is buried inside mama's pussy, just like 
that. 

They both really moaning and sighing, but it more tense now. Mama begin to 
make her hips move and make her pussy go into Uncle Leroy. Uncle Leroy 
holding on to her legs, pulling her into him and also he jerking back and 
forth. They both panting, one at a time and moaning. 

"OOOOOW!!" he moaned. "AHHHHHH!!" she sighed. 

"OOOOOOW!!" he moaned. "AHHHHHHH!!" she sighed. 

They was going like that just like they was moving in each other. Soon their 
sounds became more like grunts, like animals. Me and Ursula was also both 
moaning and sighing while we fingered each other's pussies and kissed our 
tongues, still looking at them with one eye and was roaming all around our 
bodies with our hands, too. 

Well, Uncle Leroy takes just a few more funny looking thrusts of his cock 
into mama's pussy and then he lets out this deep, deep, sigh, and they both 
begin to twitch like spastics. They had just gotten fucked. His sperm must 
have went into mama's pussy and that made them feel as good as they were. He 
let her slide down and he too dropped on the bed like he was dead. 

They just lay there and panted and moaned for awhile. 

Me and Ursula was also in an emotional state from the way we was loving each 
other. We saw Uncle Leroy give mama money and then he got dressed and left. 

So, me and Ursula crawled back into our bed and grappled with each other, 
getting our legs and arms and tongues all tangled up, our fingers still 
making our cracks feel so nice. We was both really panting and out of 
breath, but we kept on until we just couldn't take no more of it. We even 
had a little of our own pussy juices squirt out. 

"How much money you gone give me, Ursula?" I said to her with a laugh. 

 CONCLUSION 

The experience of Marva and Ursula should teach parents not to let their 
children watch them and take all the proper precaution that they are not 
observed. The two nice little twin sisters are now lesbians, and also 
commiting incest every time they touch each other with lust in their hearts. 

Of course, it could be worse. Luckily, they did not have to put out for 
Uncle Leroy. The crowding of people in an apartment like that and the lack 
of heat and hot water often can lead to some sexual encounters that spring 
up in all innocence, such as a mother and a son taking a shower together. 

The best thing for Ursula and Marva and their family would be if they moved 
to a nice big house with a lot of room and a backyard. Of course, that is 
impossible, so they'll just have to be educated about the necessity of not 
touching and kissing members of their family in order to give sexual 
pleasure. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Lalena AGE: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Lalena is a young, beautiful sleek blonde girl. She is tall and thin, and 
her short pixie hair seems to have a lustre of its own. She speaks very well 
and although her experience was very trying, she did manage to talk about 
her ordeal with little self-pity and not much crying. The first of our 
interviews follows. 

Well, doctor, we, my parents and I lived in East New York until a year ago. 
From there, which had turned into a kind of a ghetto, we moved to the south, 
to Biloxi, Mississippi. It was quite a change, and a change that I was not 
really able to cope with. My father finally got his promotion but, even 
though we did want to change our neighborhood, we didn't want to be 
transferred completely out of the world I had come to know so well. 

See, in living in East New York, I went to school with mostly black and 
Puerto Rican boys and girls. There were just a few whites left in the whole 
area. I got to make friends with a lot of black and Puerto Rican people and 
we really didn't pay too much attention to our nationalities. I'm part 
French and part Irish, if you must know. 

Well, despite the bad conditions we all lived in I was treated as an equal 
by the other kids, and there really was never any racial problems. There 
were some scrapes with the law, but that was only for stealing or smoking 
pot. 

The kids I hanged around with only smoked pot and no other drugs. And we 
never stole nothing more than a transistor radio from a department store. I 
even went on dates with a few black boys. At first, my parents were upset 
about that, but they soon realized that they were just normal kids like me. 

I was kind of broken up about having to leave. I really didn't want to since 
all my friends were there. I was glad that daddy got his promotion that he 
waited so long for and there was really nothing I could do about it. So we 
moved to Biloxi, a small town, but still city-like. We had a nice private 
house to live in. 

But despite that, I notice the attitudes of the people there so intolerant 
of black people and Puerto Ricans. There really were no Puerto Ricans in 
Biloxi, anyway. The black were all living on one part, the seedier part of 
town. We lived with the rest of the white people, all southerners. I felt no 
empathy with them at all. My school was lily-white, not one black in the 
whole school. 

I did not like it there, even though I tried. 

I kept hearing things, these terrible racial slurs and stereotypes about 
blacks. Finally, I couldn't take it no more. We were sitting in the student 
lounge. That's another thing. I know that I became popular pretty quickly 
for a new student. But that was only because of my looks, I realized. Maybe 
also because, being from New York, I'm kind of a showpiece for everyone to 
say that they have a pretty girlfriend from New York, Brooklyn, actually. 

There's this one girl, Missie Lou Willers. She's saying that black people 
are as intelligent as baboons and only want to eat pussy. Others laughed or 
agreed. 

I usually sat there and began to look over my schoolwork when they got to 
talking like that, but I was confronted directly this time by Billy Bob 
McDaniels. 

"Hey, Lalena," he drawled, making my name sound foreign to me, "You must see 
a lotta niggers in New York City, huh? How y'all keep away from them there? 
I hear that the whole city infested with niggers," he says like he don't 
realize he a bigoted fool. 

I counted to ten, just so I wouldn't lose my temper. Then I spoke the truth. 
"It just so happens, Billy Bob McDaniels," I began. That's how most people 
call each other, using all three names, "that I have lived among black 
people and my whole school was mostly black and Puerto Rican, and I've found 
that they are just as intelligent as you are, which really isn't saying much 
for them. Furthermore, I've gone out on dates with them, too, Missie Lou 
Willers, and I do not try to keep away from them!" 

Well, they all froze, kind of, and looked at me as if they were waiting for 
me to laugh, and tell that that I was only joking. I looked at all of them 
who looked at me and let then know that I was not playing with them. 

"You know what they done to a nigger who was seen with a white girl last 
year, Lalena Rivers?" said Joe Bob Jackson. "They lynched him and they tar 
and feathered the girl and cut all her hair off. That's what they done. You 
ain't in New York no more, blondie, you in the heart of Dixie!" 

"Not by any choosing of my own!" I countered. 

"Hey, Lalena, is it true that niggers got things a foot long?" Hassie Sue 
Bumpers asked me and laughed and so did all the others. Well, I tried to 
inject a little humor in it so I answered, "Only when they fold it in half," 
but they all took me seriously, I mean, they figured that I was putting out 
for black and Puerto Ricans. I did fool around a little, but not all the 
way. I only let my boyfriends pet my breasts and I never took my panties 
off. We kissed, of course, and that I told them, and that got them even more 
horrified. 

"Especially a blonde!!" 

"Lips that touch nigger lips never gonna touch mine!" 

I walked away from them. I'd rather be alone. 

But they really didn't leave me alone, taunting me and it got worse, making 
prank phone calls, and they began to pull my hair and I finally let it all 
out and cried my heart out to them and told them that I wanted no part of 
their backward and bigoted attitudes. 

I told my parents what was happening, but they only showed me a little 
compassion and told me to try to bear with it. 

I joined this civil rights club that was integrated and had a youth chapter 
in the black section of Biloxi. I felt so more at home there, and I even had 
my parents transfer me to an almost all black school. I was a lot happier, 
really. 

I even made a boyfriend, who had the unusual name of Jack Robinson, the same 
as the first black baseball player, They were not related, of course, as 
Robinson is a very common name. 

Anyway, we, Jack and I really got to be taken with each other, and I was 
even walking with him and I brought him to meet my parents who liked Jack a 
lot. 

Jack and I did a lot of work together, schoolwork and other work for the 
club we belonged to. He lived in a ghetto that wasn't much different from 
the ghetto on East New York, except that most of the houses were shacks 
instead of tenements and there were a lot of unpaved roads in the ghetto, 
that the civil rights club was trying to change. 

After going together for about a month, Jack and I made love. It was the 
most beautiful moment of my life when he got on top of me and put his black 
lips to mine and we met, I wrapping my lean white legs around his muscular 
hips and then meeting in a mutual correspondence of love. 

Well, one day on the way back from his house, I was greeted in the street by 
Joe Bob Bupers, and about five others, much bigger and older than him. One 
of them had a big pail filled with tar and another had this pillow with him. 
They blocked my path as I approached. Once I realized what I was in for, my 
heart leaped. I leaped, too, running down the street the other way, but five 
others came up from a gas station and I was cornered. I hit my knees and 
began to pray to them to leave me alone. 

This man, about forty-five, almost complete illiterate and hard to 
understand the words of what he said spoke. He was Job Bob Bupers father. 
"We hear you be making love with a nigger! You a white girl and a blonde 
girl!" I was still on my knees surrounded by ten ugly, lust-filled men. 
Obviously, I was frightened out of my wits. 

They kept telling me what a sin of mixing I was doing and they used the most 
vulgar terms to describe the relationship they thought that Jack and I had, 
and the pride and satisfaction showed through their faces whenever they said 
how he was getting his black tongue in my pink little pussy and all that 
vulgarity. 

They forced me to say that I'll never see him again, although I didn't 
really mean it. I didn't want to run away, either, because that wouldn't be 
facing my problems. Well, I couldn't help it. I got to my feet and told them 
that I'll see anyone I please. 

Well, I suppose that was really not the best thing to say at that time and 
place. I mean, I even confessed my love for Jack, and I could just see their 
necks start to get red and their hair start to stand up. 

Well, they threw me into this station wagon and I was in there with five 
others, screaming my head off and kicking like a kangaroo, but they put a 
smelly rag over my mouth and another station wagon followed the one I was 
in. One of the men was a police officer too, and he told me that it was my 
word against theirs and that they were gonna do the right thing by me. Well, 
they drove me to a shack and dragged me, kicking and screaming into it. 

"Now, we gone teach you that a nigger ain't gone ever be allowed to go with 
a white girl! Mr. Bupers yelled at me. He held a strap in his hand. The tar 
and feathers was still there. He lashed at my dungarees. "Get them off, 
girl!" 

I cried and told them they were worse than animals and they said that they 
weren't animals because they were white. I knew that it would be impossible 
to reason with them, but Lord, I tried, I tried and tried, and I kept on 
getting hit across my legs with the strap, finally falling down on a pile of 
hay and they lashed at my shirt, ripping it and revealing my feminine ribs 
and the side of my breasts. 

They went wild, seeing young white flesh like that. Four of them just ripped 
everything off me in less than a minute, while the others were hooting and 
yelling and grabbing at me like I was gold. I even remember hearing them 
yell that out when my legs were spread open. My maiden hairs were yellow. 

"How could you consider yourselves human beings. I'm only a fourteen year 
old girl. Look what you are about to do to me!!" I yelled, my words coming 
out in racked, tortured sobs. 

I was pinned down, completely helpless and completely naked. My legs were 
spread apart and so were my arms. My little breasts were being manhandled by 
them, and they were hurting my nipples, squeezing them until they turned 
from little pink dots to large reddish colored circles. 

Hands were pawing at my vagina, and they were yanking my hairs out, making 
me scream and cry. All I could do was that and squirm on my back a little. I 
had never felt so helpless and beaten as I did then. Ten men, including a 
few boys my own age were all there, making me feel so weak and puny and 
tiny, like I was being looked at from inside a goldfish bowl and I was 
trapped and hemmed in like a cornered rat. 

Then one of them began to take his pants down. I had already realized they 
were not interested in keeping the town segregated as much as they were in 
getting all the white pussy for themselves. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Then what happened, I asked Lalena, and the second of our interviews was 
under way. 

The man took his pants off and waved his penis at me in the most lewd manner 
I ever could have imagined. I was so scared, that I was urinating right 
there, getting it all over myself. Naturally, that was a great source of 
amusement to them, seeing a female so helpless that she can't control her 
young muscles and is forced to let her bladder go. Real fine gentlemen who 
could do such a thing to a fourteen year old girl. 

But my bladder was the least of my worries then as the big fat slob mounted 
me. I began to claw at him and I reach down and tried to yank it off him. I 
felt a great amount of pride when he had to double up in pain and was unable 
to continue. 

However, a bunch of them tied me down, making me completely powerless to 
resist. My wrists were tied to the bottoms of two posts that were once used 
as horse corrals, and my ankles were tied, spreading my legs so wide, I 
thought my vagina would tear. 

Then another big, smelly redneck, the police officer mounted me, waving his 
penis in my face and touching my lips with it. I turned my head, then opened 
my mouth wide and bared my teeth. But I just couldn't do it. I did scare the 
living daylights out of him, though, and I got smacked around pretty good 
for that. A bunch of my pubic hairs were just ripped right off me, making me 
scream in bloody terror. 

A little bald patch was left where my hairs were ripped out, and the sharp 
and piercing pain was throbbing around the fatty part of my vagina. I had 
just reached puberty little more than a year ago, and my hairs were not 
fully in yet, anyway, but there was still enough for them to pull and hurt 
me with. 

"I'm gone a put a hurting on you, bitch, that gone make your pussy hairs 
seem like nothing," the police officer said. Then he mounted me and the 
liquor on his breath disgusted me completely. 

I tried to resist. I contracted the elastic-like muscles in my vagina as 
hard and as tense as I could. He jabbed his big pile driver at me, and I 
prevented penetration then. He looked up at the others and they were 
laughing at him. My vagina was killing me, though. It was so sore and 
tender. It was like a big, hard piece of bone was ramming at my soft, 
velvety flesh. 

Then he lifted his hips up. "I'm gonna strike pay dirt this time, fellas," 
he yelled and then came down on me so hard, I thought I would pass out, but 
unfortunately I didn't. 

"Yowwwwww!!! Ohhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, please, I'm only fourteen, 
owwwwww!!!" I screached, screamed, pleaded and yelled. My ululations were to 
no avail, however, only prompting mimicry of my screams. I still did prevent 
him from entering me, however. My tender young orifice was burning and 
throbbing with pain, but I still just could not give in to them as long as I 
still had an ounce of strength left in me. 

"Man, this little pussy is a tight one," the policeman laughed. He reached 
down and began to stick his fingers in my cleft. "Open up there, little 
girl," he tried to cajole me. The feel of his big fat fingers probing me was 
terrible. 

He slid his hand under me, and rammed a finger up my clenched sphincter. 

My howl must have seemed like an elephant in heat when he did that. "I got 
it up her asshole," he beamed proudly, making me squrim and squeal when he 
wriggled it around up my rectum, trying to make me feel as humiliated and as 
awkwardly uncomfortable as he could. I kept telling myself that it was their 
humiliation and not mine, for the rape of a fourteen year old girl is not 
something to be very proud of. 

Well, he finally took the finger out of my little hold, and I did breathe a 
slight sigh of relief which they took to be a sign or admission of pleasure. 
I spit on one of them who got too close. 

Then the cop began to probe my vagina again. My muscles were all clenched, 
but he wriggled one finger around like a snake, prying and prodding, until 
he finally slithered in there. Then he began to wriggle the finger around 
and stretch me. He made me feel the pulling, and he made me feel the 
irresistible feeling of the stimulation of my clitoris, indirect though it 
was. 

"Hey, girl! Where's your cherry?" he yelled as if I had committed a sin. 
"That nigger get your cherry, girl?" 

"Yes, and he's more a man than any of you animals!!!" 

"He's a dead man, girl!!" 

"No! Nooooo!!!! Please, please don't harm him. I'll do whatever you say!!!" 

"You'll do what we tell you no matter, girl!!" I got my face slapped back 
and forth. There was not an ounce of mercy or sympathy from any one of them. 
It was as if even if they wanted to give me some sympathy,., they couldn't 
and be considered a coward in the eyes of their friends, although raping a 
fourteen year old helpless girl and tormenting her is certainly no act of 
bravery. 

Well, the indirect stimulation of my clitoris had the effect they desired. 

Anguished moans of passion and looks of passion were contorting my face. My 
lean legs were contracting, making then get turned on even more by the 
definition of my trim body and the way I was stretched out so much like 
that. 

The cop got on top of me and then rammed it home, striking pay dirt, ripping 
right through me, causing me to feel the intense pain and throbbing, burning 
heat of his big pile driver. 

He pumped up and down on me a few time, and then came, like a grunting 
animal, proud that he was able to do it so fast. I pity his poor wife, if he 
has one. 

My sensitive young honeypot was obviously not used to being brutalized in 
such manner. I was in extreme pain, complicated by the irresistible, but 
nevertheless unwanted passion that is a biological certainty to follow the 
insertion and penetration. 

A few moans, soft utterances at that, escaped from my throat, but they were 
more from the relief I felt when the big ugly brute removed himself from my 
person. 

It did not bother me at all that they took my feline utterance as a display 
of my passion. I was beyond caring what those animals thought. I just wanted 
to get it over with, and then have them all hung by their balls from the 
nearest tree. 

But the living nightmare was not yet over. Not by a long shot. Your poor 
young narrator still had a lot more suffering, humiliation and anguish to be 
inflicted upon her nubile young body. 

I had hoped that I would be set loose then, and they all had another good 
laugh at my expense when they explained that I was severely mistaken about 
that. 

Another big animal came on me, mounting me as if I were a rag doll with 
absolutely no human feelings whatsoever. He speared his big harpoon right 
into the pulsating core of my being, wrecking it and making me feel as if I 
were a ripped, ruined young lady. The piercing, throbbing sensations were 
almost unbearable. However, they were not unbearable enough, for I was 
forced to endure it without losing consciousness. He acted as if he had just 
found the whole purpose and meaning to his life when he forced his brutal 
entry into me. It was as if he had lived forty years for that moment and he 
let out this scintillating animal-like cry of conquest when he plunged into 
my fertile organ. 

Needless to say, it was just excrutiating for me. I could not withstand the 
stimulation of my errogenous areas and keep silent. I was forced to yell out 
in anguish the whole story of my humiliation and lust in one long, 
ear-shattering cry. 

"Oh, NOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! AHHHHHHHHH! ! !! Oh, Yessssssss, mmmmmmmm!!!" 

With that, it was like I had set off the celebration of Jefferson Davis's 
birthday and Christmas all at one. My blood curdling wail of passion-horror 
reverberated around the seedy atmosphere, and giving them even more delight. 

Unfortunately, it also had the effect of helping to convince them that I was 
under no more duress and that I was craving the pleasure they thought they 
were giving me. Of course, that was the furthest thing from the truth, but 
minds as sick, demented and as decadent as theirs are capable of believing 
anything if they feel it will suit their present caprices. 

The second one ejaculated into me so quickly, it was almost premature, but 
as you know, almost does not count. The propelling of his swill into my 
unnaturally spread open crease forced me to accept the necessary sexual 
stimulation. I again was persuaded to call out my pleasure via a soft little 
moan of unmistakable pleasure. My screams of pain, well, they were just 
ignored by them, or perhaps they assumed that I was only making believe. 

The next one had the courtesy to untie me. At least I thought that he was 
being courteous, but then he grabbed me around my waist and forced me to 
bend over. To further compound the indignity I was suffering, he entered me 
from the rear, forcing me to utter squeals that were very similar in sound 
to a certain farm animal with a cork-screw tail. 

My little poop-chute had never been used as an entrance before, only as an 
exit. 

The horror and humiliation I felt then was worsened by the fact that they 
were all taunting me, mimicing my squeal and noises as the big uncomfortable 
tool was driving in and out of my little hole, probing my organs, and 
filling my rectum with the filthy swill of his pelleting machine gun. My 
body was now permeated with the stink of their bodies, producing a certain 
nausea in me. 

Finally, he let me go, and I fell straight down, on my face, in well, I just 
can't say, only that it heaped what I thought was impossible, but I was even 
further humiliated. 

They did wipe it off me, however. I could hardly move, only writhe around on 
the floor. 

It was then that I began to regain the use of my senses to some degree. They 
had let me lie on the hay for over fifteen minutes. However, the first odor 
to penetrate my nostrils besides the pungent, musky odor of their verjuice 
was that of tar. , I had forgotten about that completely. I had hoped that 
they, had taken enough liberties with my body, but that was not the case. 

They still felt as if I had done the work of the devil by admitting love for 
a black, and they were not going to go through with a ritual act of 
defilement for the purpose of cleansing my soul. The irony of that escaped 
me in my horror, however. I was completely helpless. Three men grabbed my 
thin arms, lifting me up to my full height of five feet, seven inches. They 
pinned my arms behind me. 

Again, the prospects ahead were so gloomy that I was forced to unburden my 
bodily wastes upon my lean thighs. 

They wiped me off, explaining that the tar would not mix well with my golden 
stream. 

My whole body was quaking. I was shivering and cringing in fear. My knees 
buckled and they had to hold me up. They tormented me with the scissors 
first, gently pushing my labia to the side with it and threatening to maim 
me and mutilate me permanently. I never realized how much reserve me bladder 
could hold, and a few more drops trickled out. I was completely 
uncontrollable, my muscles and my voice. I was begging shamelessy to them 
not to do it. 

They cut the remains of my pubic hairs off. They almost had a big fight with 
themselves to see who could shave me there. Finally, it was agreed that one 
of the young boys, as a compromise, would be the one to shave me. They did 
not use shaving cream. I was even nicked a few times, making me tremble even 
more. 

Their threats to me that I should not move, otherwise I would be cut, had no 
effect upon my uncontrollable emotions and young muscles. My knees knocked 
together. 

They then all came up to me and felt my new smoothness, while I cried myself 
hoarse. 

They were not finished. My long blonde hair, on my head was the next to go. 
I began to shake my head back and forth as violently as I could. When they 
realized that I would not heed their commands to keep still or be cut, they 
had two men grab my face and hold it as if I was a basketball, one of them 
squeezing my jaws together with a terrible force. 

Then they cut my hair off, making me feel as if my feminine sexuality were 
being sterilized, and neutralized. They had the effect they wanted, causing 
me to feel as if I were being neutered and turned into a hopeless freak. 
They shaved the remaining blonde stubble off my head, rendering me 
completely hairless, my skull as smooth as my vagina. 

They let go of me, curious to see what my reaction would be. I slumped to 
the floor again, curled up in a little ball, in the fetus position and 
whimpered. 

I did feel my head, however, and knowing that it was irrevocable, and the 
indentations on my skull were now prominent and visible gave me the fire and 
spark they wanted from me. I began to jump up and down and scream, again, my 
bodily wastes dripping out, but this time, from my nether orifice. 

I was again rendered helpless. Two big, burly animals grabbed my arms. 

They then proceeded to smear the thick, sticky black tar all over me. They 
even dabbed at my vagina. They put it all over my skull. My cheeks, that is, 
both sets of cheeks were covered with it. There were just a few parts of my 
face and the arches of my feet that were not smeared with the tar. 

"Nigger, nigger, now you as black as midnight, just like you want to be, 
girl! How you like that?" 

I could no longer speak, only cry and shiver. I was like a circus freak as 
they were quick to point out. They even gave me a mirror to see how awful I 
looked, a mirror which I tried to smash, but to no avail. 

Then one of them got a big hunting knife and ripped open the pillow they 
brought with them. The let the insides of the downy pillow fly all over me, 
making me look like some big, freaky looking chicken. I was covered with the 
feathers that clung to the tar that clung to my body. My little breasts were 
an object of much laughter as the tar and feathers clung to my pert pectoral 
region. 

As the final and most insufferable insult, I was brought into town in that 
condition and let loose, an object of scorn, laughter and finally, most 
unenduarable pity. 

That was the last I remember before waking up in the hospital. 

 CONCLUSION 

To think that such backward and depraved people and attitudes still exist in 
this modem day and age is enough to turn the most wide-eyed idealist into 
the most bitter of cynics. 

An innocent, people loving fourteen year old girl was forced to suffer and 
pay for what Lincoln declared illegal over one hundred years ago, is just 
something that an intelligent, thinking mind finds very hard to deal with. 

Beautiful Lalena, still not recovered and still in a partial state of shock, 
three weeks after her ordeal, will have nightmares about her experience for 
the rest of her life. She is back in New York now, the incident causing 
quite a scandal, and costing her father her job. Lawsuits abound but no 
amount of money will help the poor girl get over her shocking, rape and 
torment. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Aubrey Age: Eleven 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Aubrey was the youngest referred to me by Juvenile Court. Aubrey was a 
scrawny, under-sized boy with a violent shock of bright red hair. He picked 
at his nose and squirmed uncomfortably as he sat before me, clearly 
uncomfortable in my presence. At first he refused to talk at all, snorting 
or grunting in response to my simple questions. 

At last, in response to my question about his early life, Aubrey began to 
talk. He was understandably self-conscious about his speech. Aubrey was a 
stutterer. 

"D-D-Doc, you really loused me at home. 

My fa-fa-father says I'm cr-crazy to have to come to a sh-shrink." 

(At this point of the game, the young patient began to cry uncontrollably. I 
just sat there and let him sob, racking long, sobs until he felt he was able 
to talk again. His stuttering was obviously affected by the extremely 
nervous release of crying-He hardly stuttered at all now.) 

"My Mom died in the loony bin. Yeah, it's true and my Dad has always said 
I'm just like her. B-Boy, you ought to have heard him when the court told 
him I had to go to a shrink. M-Man, he went and packed a bag. He was sure 
you were going to send me right away to the bin, you know? I've never seen 
my father get so upset before." 

(At this point, the patient took the overnight bag that he was carrying and 
threw it angrily all the way across the room.) 

"Sorry, Doc. I just get so mad sometimes, I got to bust loose, you know what 
I mean? I just can't help it sometimes." 

I mean, man, I ain't never been anything in my family but the runt. The one 
who's too little to do anything, the one who's in the way. It was just a 
matter of time, my Dad kept telling me, before they locked me up, anyway. 

Well, shit, man, I ain't no good for nothing, I know that. They don't have 
to keep telling me. I do lousy in school, I can't get a job of any kind 
doing anything, and all the stuff I dig doing, everybody tells me is Sissy. 

I mean, I always liked to draw things. I draw on old pieces of papers and 
stuff, but my father says it's a dumb, fag thing to do, so I have to hide. 

Man, nobody thought it was a dumb fag thing to do to hit the subways. I'm 
the youngest hit-man on the West Side. I'm the littlest, too. But the other 
hit-artists respect me, you bet your ass. I can climb that fence in the 
yards faster than anybody and sneak around those deserted trains quieter 
than anybody. I got hits on every line in Manhattan. I'm Rotten Louie, I'm 
sure you've seen my signature. 

Rotten Louie makes me a celebrity, Doc, the Main Man in my class in school, 
the biggest little kid in he neighborhood, you dig? 

Man, when I was first hitting trains, the big guys thought they had it all 
sewn up and they got real up tight about this little kid cutting in on their 
action. They ganged up on me one night and tried to gang-fuck me but I 
fought like a tiger and got loose from them. 

They tried to corner me on the school ground the next day but I fixed them 
good. I got my friend Rosie to lie down on the pavement and pretend like she 
was making it with me. I mean, I didn't have my pants unzipped but she 
spread her legs and carried on like I was driving a goddamn foot-long prick 
up her cunt. The older guys were stunned. I mean, .Doc, they'd been trying 
to get their peckers up Rosie's pink cunt for three years, ever since she 
moved to the neighborhood. But Rosie wouldn't make it with nobody. I mean, 
she used to wouldn't. 

Anyway, soon as the guys thought I was ramming my hot poker up Rosie's juicy 
snatch, I became A-OK. They all wanted me to help them get into her pants. 

Rosie wanted to save it for marriage. 

You believe that, Doc? 

She's real religious and her folks are very strict and she really believes 
she ought to preserve her fucking cherry. 

I said, sure, sure, Rosie and started in to make plans to get her to put out 
for the other guys. I mean, I'm just a kid, and I didn't expect Rosie to 
spread her legs for real for me. But if I could get her to open up that 
honeycomb for all the big guys on the block, well, maybe they would show 
some respect for me. 

So, one night when Rosie and me were sitting out back of the candy store, 
just doing nothing-Rosie would sit around with me a lot because she figured 
I was too little to do nothing to her-I said to Rose that I thought we ought 
to start getting her prepared for getting married. She asked me how to do 
that. 

I told her if she wanted to get a really good husband and have .him stay 
with her, she ought to know how to please him. I told her that even if I was 
little, I was a man, and I could help her. 

Rose looked real interested. 

I told Rosie that the first thing a prospective husband would want to do is 
to rub her big breasts. 

She thought that seemed reasonable and she took her T-shirt off and let me 
rub her enormous, full, warm breasts. I noticed as I was rubbing my little 
hands over the big tits, the large brown nipples were puckered and hard. The 
end of them stuck right out like a miniature prick. 

Rosie told me that I could lick them with my tongue. She said her father did 
it every Tuesday night when her mother went out for the Red Cross meeting 
and it felt real good. 

I licked the big points on the nipples and I could feel a pulling in my 
groin, like my little cock was about to rise up. 

I told Rosie that a prospective husband would also want to feel her cunt. 

Rosie said that her father felt her cunt every Tuesday night and it felt 
real good. She pulled up her dress and spread her legs. 

I rubbed her cunt over her panties and the crotch of her panties was getting 
sticky wet. 

Rosie reached down and showed me how to slip my hand under the crotch of her 
panties and push my fingers into the damp furnace of her snatch. 

I ran my fingers around her cunt, exploring. I never put my hand in a cunt 
before. I didn't know it would be so slippery and so hot. 

Rosie held my hand and pushed my fingers up her hole, she showed me how to 
move my hand in and out of her and she lay back and held my head to her tit 
while I finger-fucked her cunthole. 

She told me that her father did that, too. 

I asked her to show me what else her father did. I thought that Rosie didn't 
know anything but actually she knew a hell of a lot more than I did. 

She knew it all! 

Rosie asked me to put my head between her legs. I did what she said, looking 
at the wet crotch of her panties, and smelling the strange aroma of her 
cunt. She pushed the crotch of her pants to one side and told me to lick her 
cunt. 

It looked all slimy and I didn't want to put my tongue on it but Rosie 
grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her. 

She told me to lick her all around and then to suck her clit. She showed me 
what part her clit was-a pink and stiff little thing at the top of her cunt. 

I sucked, just like she told me. Looking up, I could see Rosie rubbing the 
nipples of her breasts and tossing her head and moaning. After a few 
minutes, she shivered and groaned. Then she stopped and pushed my head away. 

She told me that was what her father did to her. 

My prick was standing up and I unzipped my pants. 

"Lookit what you did to me," I told her. 

She said she would help me out the same way she helps her father. 

She leaned down and took my little prick in her mouth and bobbed her head up 
and down on it. 

I never felt anything so good. I jerked off a lot of times but my fist never 
felt anything so good as Rosie's hot, wet mouth. Man, I shot a wad down her 
throat, enough to choke a horse. 

But Rosie just licked her lips and swallowed it. 

I told Rosie that I'd like to jerk it up again and shove it in her cunt. I 
had never been inside a cunt with my prick and the thought excited me. 

But Rosie said that no prick had ever been in her cunt and would never be 
until she was a married woman. 

I told Rosie that I thought she ought to do some practicing before she got 
married. That it seemed to me that all the men I know who are married are 
fucking around with other women because their wives don't do it good enough. 

Rosie thought about it for a minute and she agreed. 

She put her fist around my cock and started pulling on it, feeling the skin 
move up and down on the shaft. It started to harden and Rosie was fascinated 
by it. 

She put her hand inside the crotch of her pants and rubbed her clit with one 
finger, in a circular motion, as I jerked myself up. 

When my cock was up and Rosie's cunt was hot and wet again from her circling 
finger, I got on top of her. She held her pants to the side to let my little 
prick slide between the slippery sides of her cunt. I took my hand and tried 
to find the cunthole between her legs and when I found it, I put my stiff 
little pecker at the entrance to it and pushed. My pecker is very small-I 
think I will grow, later-but it went inside her. It didn't go far enough to 
bust her cherry, though. But for me, it was terrific, my pecker in that 
tight, hot cunt, and I fucked the shit out of the entrance to Rosie's cunt 
and shot my burning semen up her hole. 

The next day at school, I told the biggest boy, Arnold, who'd been pushing 
me around, that I could get his cock in Rosie's cunt. He didn't believe me. 
I told him to come around to the candy store after dark. 

I made sure that Rosie and I got there early and I sucked her big tits and 
rubbed her clit with my fingers until she was soaking wet. She was sucking 
my little pecker stiff when Arnold arrived and saw what was happening. His 
prick was standing up in an instant and he pulled it out of his pants and 
knelt in front of Rosie. 

He didn't even say hello, he just pushed her back on the ground and biting 
her tits with his anxious teeth, he took his enormous prick in his hand and 
pushed it into her slit. I was amazed that he didn't even have to feel 
around for the hole. He just shoved it in and bingo, he was into Rosie's 
hole right up to his balls. 

He started pumping and Rosie was crying out. 

"It hurts," she was saying, "You're hurting me." 

Arnold kept on grinning and fucking her faster and harder. 

I could see blood running out of Rosie's cunt, past Arnold's red-hot engine, 
fucking frantically. 

He shot his wad up her and rolled off, leaving a pool of come and blood 
under Rosie and leaving big teeth marks on her full and beautiful breasts. 

I felt sorry for Rosie, who was crying, and I crawled onto her and kissed 
the bit marks and T put my head between her legs and parted the swollen lips 
of her cunt. Her snatch was all bloodied from Arnold's onslaught but I felt 
so sorry for her that I put my lips around that stiff clit and sucked it 
frantically. Rosie started moaning, liking it, and Arnold leaned up on one 
elbow to watch me. 

"Cunt sucker," he said, making fun of me, "Probably don't even have a 
pecker." 

"I do so," I said angrily and climbed up Rosie, jamming my tiny prick in her 
smarting hole and fucking it frantically. 

Arnold just sat there watching my moves. 

Rosie squirmed and cried but I knew that I couldn't be hurting her too much 
with my tiny pecker and I fucked until I squirted up her cunt. 

Rosie pushed me off and groaned. She put her own hand down to her battered 
cunt and began rubbing her stiff clit. Arnold just watched, grinning. 

When Rosie got more and more excited, I licked her tits and sucked them. She 
was just about to come when Arnold reached over and pushed her hand away. 

She moaned in disappointment. 

Arnold climbed up on her again. 

"Now, you're really ready," he said and shoved his cock in her again. 

Rosie cried out but Arnold just fucked away. He didn't seem to ever rise to 
climax, I thought he was going to fuck Rosie's cunt forever. At last, still 
ram-rod stiff, he pulled his mighty prick out and told Rosie to stand up. 

Rosie let Arnold pull her to her feet and let him spread her legs. He bent 
his knees under the spread legs and aimed his cock so that he was fucking 
her, standing up. 

I watched Rosie's big buttocks shimmering as Arnold fucked her. I put my 
hands on the cheeks of her ass and felt their plump softness. I parted the 
cheeks and looked at her tiny, brown asshole. I put my finger in it. Rosie 
moaned, liking it. I could feel Arnold's big cock rubbing against my finger. 

I pulled my finger out and placed my stiff little cock at the entrance to 
her hole. Rosie groaned in anticipation and I had to push my rod very hard 
to get it in past the tight little muscle. But once inside, Rosie's ass was 
hot and wet and I fucked it hard, in and out, trying to keep pace with 
Arnold's stiff and huge rod. I could feel him fucking her through the little 
muscle that separated us. 

Arnold started buckling at the knees and moaning, "I'm fucking you, baby, 
I'm fucking your cunt, honey." 

That's all I kept hearing him say, over and over again. 

I noticed that Arnold was squeezing his own balls with his free hand and I 
did the same thing. It was a great sensation as Arnold and I both exploded 
inside Rosie's big cunt. 

Arnold told Rosie that he thought she'd make some man a hell of a wife. 
Rosie was very complimented and thanked Arnold. 

The next night, Arnold and I met Rosie again but that was the night that the 
trouble started. 

And that's what got me here, Doc." 

I was sorry to tell Aubrey that our time was up. I was anxious to see the 
young man again and made an appointment for the following day. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Aubrey was eager to talk this visit and his stuttering had almost vanished. 
He continued with his story about his friends Arnold and Rosie. 

"The next time Arnold and I had a fuck with Rosie, I was in her asshole and 
Arnold was shoving his big prick in her from the front when a flashlight 
shone right on us! 

It was the Rooney, the neighborhood cop. 

He pulled Arnold off Rosie and threw him to the ground. 

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was fierce. 

Arnold's stiff pecker was still throbbing as he sat on the ground, staring 
up at Rooney. 

"I was fucking, man," Arnold said, "Don't you ever fuck?" 

"I wouldn't advise, son, making fun of me." Rooney had a very stern voice. 

With that, he pulled Arnold up to his feet and slammed him against the wall. 

I was still up Rosie's ass but my hard-on was fading fast as I saw Rooney 
approaching me. 

"You like the back entrance, do you, lad?" 

I nodded and tentatively fucked once in and out of Rosie's ass. 

"And do you like him fucking you back there?" He asked Rosie. 

She just groaned. She had been interrupted in the middle of a fuck. 

Rooney told me to go ahead while he and Arnold watched. 

I kept on fucking Rosie's asshole and Rose rubbed her clit with her index 
finger, groaning with desire. I grabbed her nipples and pulled on them while 
I rode her ass. 

The action must have turned old Rooney on, because from the corner of my 
eye, I could see him taking his nightstick out of his holder. I was at least 
as twice as thick as Arnold's prick. 

Rooney held his big prick in his hand as I plunged in and out of Rosie's 
ass. She was roughly jerking herself off now and hollering, "Fuck my ass, 
you little prick, shove your pecker up my asshole!" 

Rooney grabbed Arnold and told him to spread against the wall so he could 
search him. He felt Arnold's arms and torso and legs for a knife or gun. Of 
course, Arnold didn't have any weapon except that big prick of his which was 
hot and throbbing and sticking straight out of his pants. 

Rooney unzipped Arnold's pants and dropped them. He hooked his thumbs in 
Arnold's jockey shorts and pushed them to his ankles. Holding Arnold against 
the wall, Rooney put his big stick between Arnold's buttocks and pressed the 
tip of his stick at Arnold's back hole. 

"Oh, no, man," Arnold protested but Rooney crammed his nightstick up 
Arnold's hole and fucked in the same rhythm as I did until we both shot our 
loads. 

Arnold still had his hard-on when Rooney pulled out. Try to prove he was 
still a man, although he'd just had his asshole reamed out by a cop, Arnold 
pushed Rosie onto the ground and shoved his pecker up her and fucked her in 
the normal way until he shot his wad. 

Rooney, watching, shoved his stick again and took my ass in his hand. 

"You're the way I like them, boy," he said and began to massage my ass, 
"Little and young." 

I liked the feeling of his big, hot hand around my little cheeks and I 
started to get another hard-on. Rooney got on his knees and took my little 
prick and both my little balls inside his hot, wet mouth. I was about to 
shoot off when he took his mouth away and pushed me against the wall. 

"Lean over, boy," he said rudely, "I mean to fuck your little asshole. Then 
I'll make you suck my prick clean and lick my balls." 

"Like hell," I said and I turned and kicked the son of a bitch in the balls, 
hard. Rooney screamed and bent over and Arnold and Rosie ran like hell. 

So did I, but the next day when I came out of school, there was Rooney with 
a warrant. 

I told my story to the juvenile officer but she said I was a frigging little 
liar and I better plead guilty to the lesser of the charges-that was of 
defacing public property, of hitting the subways. 

So, I pleaded guilty, and here I am, Doc. 

Man, I got no intention of stopping hitting the subways. That's crazy, Doc. 
If I don't hit them, some other guy will. And being the youngest, toughest 
hit man on the subways is important to me. It's all I got. 

With a family that thinks I'm nuts and the cops with a hate-on for me.... 

I mean, the kids all think I'm real sharp kicking old Rooney in the balls. 
But he's a real big man, Doc, and he's got a billy and a gun, legal He could 
get me in an alley and beat the shit out of me. 

Or worse yet, hold me down and cram that enormous piece of meat up my 
asshole. Jeez, Doc, he'd split me in two. 

I got Rosie every day after school, but I sucked her off and fucked her in 
the school ground behind the kid's slide-I wouldn't chance being caught in 
the alley at night by Rooney. You dig? 

I'm a prisoner in my own neighborhood.. It gets harder and harder to make a 
score on the subway because Rooney has got his eye for me and he'd love to 
catch me doing something he could get a warrant on me for. 

I stay inside at night and draw pictures on the back of bills and flyers and 
things that my father throws away. He won't buy me any paper or pens to draw 
with. He says that is a fag thing. He also thinks that Rooney wanted to 
ass-fuck my behind because everybody knows I'm a fag. 

Hell, man, I ain't no fag and nobody's ever stuck a prick up my asshole. 

Now, I'll tell you the truth-Rosie has stuck her tongue up my asshole, and 
sometimes she sticks a finger or two up there when she's blowing me. But 
that don't make me a fag, dammit. 

Rooney fucking Arnold's ass has really cut down Arnold's image with the gang 
in the neighborhood. Last night, a bunch of guys cornered Arnold in an alley 
and made him suck them off. Then they forced him to lean over some garbage 
cans and took his pants off. 

One guy told me that two of the guys put their cocks in Arnold's ass at the 
same time. 

Hell, I can't believe that, Doc. I don't believe even Arnold's asshole could 
hold two, stiff, hot cocks, do you? 

 CONCLUSION 

Aubrey has seen his share of roughneck sex on the playgrounds. But I believe 
that he is resilient enough to learn from his experiences and find people 
who will go gentler on him. He should be given over to a counseling service 
for observation, but I don't think any stricter measures should be taken. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Dawn AGE: Sixteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Dawn appeared to be a very articulate, well-groomed young black lady when 
she sat down in my office. She is very tall, a few inches short of six feet, 
and her frame is slight, but nimble. Her skin is a most consistent coffee 
and caramel color. 

Dawn is a ballerina, and is very absorbed in her art which she practices on 
the average of six hours a day, still managing her school work. 

She lives in the ghetto, however, and her surrounding are full of wild tales 
of depravity. She tries to keep in touch with herself as much as possible, 
however, and is somewhat of a loner, not wishing to engage in any of the 
lawless activities that permeate her environment. 

Dawn, however, is at the promiscuous age, and her recent, somewhat late 
entrance into puberty further complicated her mind. She did use her ballet 
and channel her libido from her sexuality to her ballet. However, she was 
not completely successful. She used her ability to contort her body and her 
ballet positions to help her relive herself of sexual desire in a most 
unusual way. 

Her desire to be alone is also manifested in the unusual way she found to 
masturbate herself. As she speaks about it, I quietly mused whether her 
method can indeed be called masturbation, thinking that self-cunnilingus may 
be the more appropriate term. 

Good afternoon, doctor. Well, when I first discovered the need to relieve 
myself of sexual desire so I could concentrate on my studies and my dancing 
a little more, it came very easily to me. I would sit down on my bed, all by 
myself. My fingers would slide under my panties and I would introduce my 
little pinky into my tight vagina. A few little wriggles and a tweak here 
and there would be enough to give me an orgasm. My juices would seep out a 
little, and I would lay back on my bed for fifteen minutes and rub my hands 
along my almost flat chest, caressing my nipples to a point of a quiet 
frenzy. I would rest for another ten minutes and then I would be able to 
concentrate on my education with no further hindrances and no more thoughts 
about sex. I would do that every other day, on a schedule, alloting a 
specified time to masturbate. Keeping on schedule allows me to get as many 
things done as I need to, although I still protest the fact that there are 
but twenty-four hours in a day. 

It was a few months after I first began to masturbate that I discovered a 
new way, quite by accident at first, as all great inventions are usually 
invented. 

I was sitting on the floor of my room. I have a lock for my door, so the 
necessity of my ballet leotards was not necessary. Dancing in the complete 
is very stimulating and gives one a sense of thrilling freedom, despite the 
discipline and self-control that is necessary to perform the ballet. 

I was blessed with a body that is most suitable for the art, as some of my 
teachers have told me. I am thin, but not too thin. I have developed nice 
little muscles in my lean legs, but still very feminine. Believe it or not, 
it was a slight disappointment to me when I had my menarche, my first period 
and menstruation. I was almost sixteen years old when it occurred, a rather 
late age, at that. I hoped that the onset of my puberty would not result in 
a growth that would hamper my body for the purposes of the ballet. In that 
sense I was not disappointed. My hips, although not tiny, are small and 
still taut. I was particularly worried about my breasts, however, hoping 
that they would not grow too large to prevent me from doing some of the 
dance routines I had worked out. 

Although my maturation is still ongoing, I have been assured by 
gynecologists and genealogists that I will not have an enormous bustline, 
much to my relief. Now, my pert, pointy breasts are no bigger than walnuts, 
enabling me to move my torso around with complete mobility. 

I am close to six feet tall, an although-am very feminine looking, I weigh 
less than 120 pounds. 

As I originally was saying, I was sitting on my hard floor, in the complete 
and natural gift that I was born with. I wanted to work on a position that I 
had been getting better and better at lately, a compromise between the 
ballet and yoga. I moved my long, nimble legs up, straightening them out and 
then, like a swan, I twisted them and let them rest on my shoulders, behind 
my neck. Yes, that's correct, my legs were in perfect, and symmetrical 
harmony behind my neck. I suppose I looked something like a pretzel. 
Luckily, I was by myself, for in that position, well, I am completely open, 
and my stretching does require me to feel some pain, but it is a pain that I 
am learning to force from my mind. I am learning to relax in ease and 
comfort in that position. 

I remained that way for twenty minutes, even trying to keep my eyes from 
blinking, and just relaxing in serene comfort. 

I had just recently begun to clip my maien hairs, so that it was now in the 
shape of a short-cropped black diamond. 

When I conscientiously let my legs down from behind my neck, I breathed a 
sigh of relief. Me head bent down very far as I did that. I'll stress that 
to make my point. My head bent down very far. 

I brushed my pert nose against my Mound of 'venus as a matter-of-fact. I 
snickered slightly, realizing that my ability to contort my body was getting 
better and better all the time. 

Well, my curiosity and my desire to improve myself are what led me into what 
I did. It was also my need to remove the unwanted sexual desire that also 
contributed to it. 

I balanced myself on the small of my back, teetering on the floor like a 
top, resting solely on that one small part of my. I straightened my legs out 
and brought them towards my head and I bent my head forward and then down, 
trying to make my legs rest on the floor behind-me, if you can imagine that. 
My neck, too, is very nimble. I forced my head towards my legs as hard as I 
could. Again, my face brushed my fertile furrow, however, I did not laugh it 
off this time. I sensed my aroma emanating from my cleft. 

I sniffed, and smiled contentedly, feeling a great amount of pride in my 
femininity, and I felt so happy that I was born a female. 

I rubbed my chin against my hairs and then pressed it a little harder, but I 
began to feel the strain in my back muscles and was forced to straighten up. 

It was then that I realized some of the implications in what I had down. 

I then masturbated myself, but I didn't use my pinky this time. I was 
interesting in probing the full extent of my femininity. We are encouraged 
to masturbate as quickly as possible and then get back to practice by our 
ballet instructors. 

However, I felt that I was entitled to indulge myself slightly and I knew 
that it would be educational, at least in the sense that I might get to know 
my own body better. 

I used two fingers and at first slowly began to caress myself all along my 
seam, making my vagina tingle all over. At the age of sixteen, that was the 
most profound sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. I suppose I was very 
lucky to have survived the streets and still retain my virginity. 

I decided then that I would explore the full range of my sexual powers, but 
only within myself in the aloneness of my cloistered room. 

I inserted my two fingers into my hole, my womb, and began to press and test 
the durability of the walls of my vagina. 

I am as soft as velvet. 

I didn't try to stretch too far or hard, but just enough to apply some 
pressure. I also found that I was becoming increasingly moist, and my flesh 
was turning from pink to red in proportion and in degree to the feelings of, 
well, I know now, that those feelings were lust and passion. 

My inner lips were becoming thicker and thicker, as I sat there, sweating, 
and in the full heat of passion, rubbing myself, in and out with a marked 
frenzy and a desire to feel everything I could possibly feel to the utmost 
of my capabilities. 

Panting, moaning, I continued to masturbate myself, sitting there, calm and 
content, but with a calmness bordering on and mingled with the epitome of 
sexual euphoria. 

Paroxysms of intoxicating pleasure began to fluctuate and ripple through my 
most erogenous areas. My neck was burning with desire. My nipples were hard 
and erect, the blood rushing into my sexually simulative areas and engorging 
them to their fullest ventricosity. 

I am sure my pupils were dilated as they had never been. My large brown eyes 
were even larger, perhaps as much as five times larger. 

My thighs were completely flexed, my muscles rippling through my lean and 
curvy legs, and I was tingling all over. It was as if millions of tiny 
needles were pricking me all over my body. 

I was oozing with desire. I was oozing with nectar, slowly seeping out of my 
tender puckering furrow. 

I no longer needed to use my fingers, as my body had received the stimulus 
and was acting on its own now. I leaned back against the wall and sighed, 
just removing myself completely, feeling as if I were floating on a puffy 
cloud of downy maiden hairs, and swooping over the landscape, making drops 
that would cause my flat, taut belly to rise up to my mouth. 

I rubbed my hand against my face, attempting to erase the sweat on my brow. 
I looked at my fingers. My soakage had wet them completely. I looked at the 
succulent sap of my fertile femininity on my fingers in a dazed stupor. 

I put my fingers under my nose and sniffed. I was in for a surprise. 

"AHHHHHH!!" I sighed, inhaling the essence of my reproductive juices for the 
first time. 

I fell in love with my aroma immediately. 

It was a little acidic, but it seemed so fresh and clean, not like the 
vulgarisms I had heard such a scent described with by those around me. 

I do bathe twice a day, and I had started to douche myself also on a regular 
basis. I suppose I have a slight fetish for cleanliness, but I also believe 
that being clean makes one clean inside and gives one a clean and refreshed 
mind. 

I even saved up my allowance money for a year to have a bidet installed in 
our bathroom, and made certain that my sisters and brothers would not use it 
to urinate in. They respect my desire to make something of myself and do 
show compassion and understanding for my art and the accoutrements that 
pertain to it. 

Pardoning that small digression, if you will, doctor, As I inhaled the aroma 
of my elixir, I was fascinated in the texture, the feel and the fragrance of 
it. I looked heavenward and smiled, brushing my fingers across my lips. 

"Mmmmmm," I sighed, fully enraptured by the thrill and exquisite beauty of 
it all. I sucked my lips together, and then let my tongue caress my lips. 

My lubricated pliant flap added its own lustre to my fragrant female fluid. 

I knew then, that that would not be the last time I would endeavor to taste 
my own mellow pulp. 

I lay down in a supine position on my own wooden dance board, made of 
fiberglass on one side and plywood on the other side. 

I remained motionless. I knew that I had taken up a lot of extra time with 
my masturbation. I resigned myself that I would get four hours sleep instead 
of five. I suppose I am also lucky in the sense that all I really need is 
four or five hours of sleep and am full of energy when I awake. 

I lay there for a number of minutes, feeling so sensual and sensuous and I 
waxed ecstatic. I began to knead and caress my chest, my breasts rather. I'm 
still used to referring to it as my chest rather than my breasts, they're so 
tiny. I say that in all modesty, not wishing to indulge in self-vanity. 

I felt my big black nipples. They stood up on my chest like sentinels at 
dawn. I rubbed them in between my fingers and felt my soft little mounds of 
titflesh, testing for lumps while I had the opportunity. I was as smooth and 
delicate there as I could ever hope to be, luckily. 

I ran my fingers down the length of my supine body, feeling myself all over, 
kneading my taut, belly, feeling my ribs and then my abdomen, squeezing my 
groin, and letting my hands run over my curves, in admiration. I had never 
done that so thoroughly until then, and I discovered some things about my 
nubile body that I had never noticed before as I lay there. I was relaxing 
and letting my energy that was zapped from my masturbation restore itself. 

I was so thin, I found, not realizing it as much as I did until then, but it 
was the type of leanness that I know was not unsightly at all. My ribs did 
not stick out, but I had no extra meat on me at all. I realized then in 
complete humble thoughts that I was indeed a beautiful female specimen. 

I did not permit myself the luxury of dwelling on that. I accepted it with 
complete objective and tranquil humility and continued to caress myself. 

Again, I sat up and still sensing the lingering effects of my fragrance 
under my nose, I placed my legs straight out, getting the proper leverage I 
knew I would need. I stretched them out so wide, I felt a little pain in my 
exposed, wide-open honeypot. 

I moved my lean nates back, and tilted my head forward and downward, finally 
reaching my goal. 

A slight feeling of revulsion crept into my mind. I had never permitted such 
thoughts to enter my body and I would not permit it now. It passed quickly 
as I sniffed my velvety, pink flesh. 

"Mmmmmmm," I bayed in a mellifluous feline purr. The workings and perfection 
of nature as manifested in the female body were never so obvious to me then 
as I slid my tongue out and caressed my own hot little crease. 

"Ahhhhhh," I sighed and beamed happily, feeling pride and a slight euphoria 
that I was able to stimulate my own self so directly. I placed my hands 
under my thighs and lifted them up slightly. My neck was lurched and 
stretched out to the fullest and my mid-section was extended to its most 
flexible malleability. 

My face was deep in my pocket of wet, dripping delirium. I slithered my 
tongue all around, letting my fermenting juices collect on my tongue. Then I 
twirled it back into my mouth and swallowed it, first letting it roll around 
the insides of my cheeks in order to savor the succulent, tangy dew of that 
my body had the wonderful ability to create. 

My soft flap inside my mouth met my other soft socket of wet, vulnerable, 
sensitivity, creating the most wonderful excitement that I had ever felt. 

I was deep in my own little pussy and any strain it produced on my back was 
negligible. I began to flit my tongue back and forth, deep in the throes of 
uninhibited, unmitigated passion. 

I found it hard to keep my tongue moving back and forth so quickly and still 
endure the powerful sexual fury that it was provoking within my loins. 

However, I found that by letting my mind drift off, my tongue would work 
with a more natural and unencumbered naturalness, almost like an instinctive 
reaction. It flitted back and forth in my sweet little pussy as fast as the 
wings of a cicada, almost completely removed from every other part of my 
body. 

It was as if my tongue and my pussy were destined to meet, and having met, 
separated themselves from everything else and did everything they could to 
provide the most ebullient pleasurable passion that could be imagined. 

I didn't know where I was and lost all conception of time and place. My 
sexual desires were stimulated to the fullest and I was like a passion 
machine as I floated around there and ate my own pussy. 

My juices were flowing out of my bubbling box of miraculous magnificence and 
my flesh was pulsating and palpitating at the touch of my darting flap. 

My clit was swollen to thrice its size and the direct stimulation of it by 
my stinging love-arrow sent flutters of hysterical excitement shooting from 
my brain to every pore of my skin, making me feel as if I were throbbing and 
vibrating all over, purring like a kitten or a little locomotive. 

Finally, I was forced to succumb to my own self-passion and my orgasm made 
me feel like I was so intensely involved in personified pleasure, I keeled 
over and began to twitter and twitch, ever particle of my oscillating 
bifurcated cranny burning with beautiful, luxurious excitement. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Dawn's discovery that her nimble body could be of great advantage to her 
sexuality is quite remarkable. 

She did eat her pussy out on a number of other occasions, but her tremendous 
discipline and self-control didn't permit her to make a bad habit out of it. 
She did it about twice a week, cutting out her other masturbatory practices 
in order to give her the extra time she would need to put her on that 
wave-length of ecstasy, we agreed that in the place of meditation, her karma 
could best be attained by her continued, but controlled reliance on her 
majestically nimble body to contort itself. 

In our second interview. Dawn explained how her increased awareness of her 
sexuality led her to have a sapphic love-affair with her ballet teacher, 
Wyomia Rainbow. 

Ms. Rainbow is a trim, dark black woman in her early thirties. She had 
danced with ballet troupes all over the world and she finally decided to 
come back to her roots in Brooklyn's worst ghetto to instruct others who had 
hopes of becoming prima ballerinas. 

I was one of her prized students. She taught mainly as volunteer work, 
receiving only a small federal subsidy. 

There were eight of us girls in her class and we received a lot of 
individual training in our thrice-weekly lessons. 

She explained to us how she had danced with a Swiss ballet troupe in Moscow 
and received the plaudits of the crowd. It was a nude ballet, but she also 
explained that it was nothing that would arouse the prurient interests of 
the spectators. It was complete art. The pirouettes and other ballet 
movements that ballerinas do were performed with absolute subtlety, she 
explained to us, and then had the eight of us try it, also in the nude. 

Of course, in my own home, I had danced in the nude a number of times. We 
would do that about one out of every three lessons. 

One time, after class, she called me over and said that she wanted to have a 
conference with me. I was still without my leotard as we talked, but I was 
hardly aware of it. I felt so comfortable and natural with her looking at me 
and I didn't care that she was naked, also, since she had to show us the 
proper mincing and running steps. 

Dancing in the nude is different than with leotards on. Actually, with 
leotards on, it is more sexual, but in the nude, all of our sexuality is 
sacrificed for the good of art, and we move with controlled and disciplined 
authority. 

We chatted informally after talking about some movements I was working on. 
Soon, the conversation turned to sex. 

She asked me if I had any boyfriends. 

"Quite frankly, Ms. Rainbow, I am afraid of boys," I admitted. 

"I see. Call me Wyomia," she said. 

We talked some more and I spoke openly and unashamed about how I relieved 
myself. She seemed a little shocked at first, but my assurance that I saw 
nothing sordid about my method convinced her that I was sincere in wanting 
to become a prima ballerina. She opened up a little more of herself to me. 

"I am a lesbian, Dawn," she said in a normal voice. 

I smiled at her. She asked me if I ever had any thoughts of loving someone 
else. 

"Did you ever have any thoughts of loving someone else, Dawn?" she asked. 

"Well, as I've said, Wyomia, I really do not want to enter into a 
relationship with a boy. I don't think I'm into narcissism, either, but 
that's been my whole love life," I stated in complete honesty. "My time is 
precious to me, as I'm sure it is with you, and I feel that such a 
relationship can only hinder my goals and objectives." 

"You are quite mature for your age, Dawn," she said. 

I expressed my knowledge of that fact, but thanked her anyway. 

"I will put it to you rather bluntly, Dawn. Do you mind?" 

"Please do, Wyomia," I suggested. 

So she did. And I did. I knew that my time would not be wasted with her, and 
that I could learn a great deal. I moved in with her, my parents grateful 
that they had one less mouth to feed, although we all still loved each 
other. 

Wyomia lived in a luxurious apartment building on Central Park West. It even 
had a doorman. I was not used to such luxury, but I quickly adjusted to it. 

She had a rug, I mean, a carpet that was a few inches thick and was so soft. 
A bed was not even necessary with such a carpet. 

She helped me with my education and my dancing. We were thoroughly in love 
with each other, confessing our desires to give physical expression to that 
love, also. 

We sat nude, our legs tucked under us on the thick rub and faced each other. 
We revealed our most intimate and personal thoughts to each other and 
Wyomia's experience in life and her rise from the ghetto further inculcated 
into my mind the desire to emulate her in every way possible, while still 
being my own person. 

One day, in order to enhance one of our love-sessions, we put lemon oil all 
over each other, caressing our perfect bodies and memorizing ever pore of 
our being with our deft digits. 

We both shined with a beautiful lustre as she stood up and embraced. We were 
neither above letting loose with all of our girlish passion either. We 
grappled on the floor, our legs locked together, our arms squeezing the 
shimmering softness from our perfect feminine structures, kissing softly on 
the lips and rubbing the pulsating cores of our being together. Our breasts 
rubbed back and forth like kissing eskimo's, our erect nipples stimulating 
each other, our short, clipped, bristly maiden hairs tangled up together and 
blending into oneness. 

"Ohhhhhh," I sighed as I caressed her fragrant, dark black body. 

"Ahhhhh," she moaned as she squeezed me close to her and tasted the essence 
of my being. 

We clung to each other as if we would fall into a deep abyss if we let go. 
We opened our mouths and let our tongues probe the now familiar hot and wet 
pores of our taste buds. Our tongues interwined and the hot breath flowed 
out of our flared nostrils, provoking a harmonious, but hysterical passion 
moving through our bodies in wavelets, making our flesh one flesh, and 
letting us feel hat the other was feeling. 

We rubbed our pussies together, and her mature, but still virgin vagina let 
her sap seep out and coagulate with my own. We both knew that we were meant 
for each other from the start, ever since we had first lain eyes upon each 
other. We both confessed to that and had a good laugh. 

Deep in the throes of our orgasms, we climbed on top of each other and got 
into a 69 position. We finished licking the succulent sap that dripped out 
of our puckering furrows. 

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed. "Ohhhhh," Wyomia murmured. 

"Ahhhhhhh," I moaned. "Oooooow," she panted. 

We were both ecstatic. We were also both exhausted, the exhilaration of our 
mutual, harmonious correspondence rendering our passionate, feminine bodies 
helplessly immobile. 

We lay together, looking up at the ceiling and then at each other. The 
mature, knowing eyes of my mentor were now blended in a harmonious union 
with my own dee ppools of brown. 

Gently, I ran the tips of my fingers down the full curvature of her body, 
caressing her ever so lightly. She did the same to me, making the small 
trail of pecah fuzz from my belly button down to my entrance stand on their 
edges. 

I found some more energy and I leaned over Wyomia. I placed my mouth 
directly over her tiny, beautiful breasts and warmed her, blowing on her 
squidgy, erect nipple with my hot, passion-filled breath. 

"Mmmmm, ohhhhh," she shrieked, and she grabbed my lean neck. 

She pulled herself up to me and put her mouth over my own hard, firm nipple, 
and then the other one. 

We were ready for another go at it. 

 CONCLUSION 

Dawn's story show's that there are some people in the ghetto who do not live 
tortured, troubled, suicidal lives. 

Dawn is a remarkable and mature young woman at the age of sixteen, and her 
lesbianism is nothing she should be ashamed of. 

She should try to get over her slight phobia of males, however. 

As the protege of the equally beautiful Wyomia Rainbow, Dawn's life should 
be one of productive and artistic quality. 

Dawn is a very healthy young lady, both physically and mentally. Her 
emotions are very stable for someone so young. 

The fact that she practices an art that requires so much discipline and 
control has a lot to do with her determination to make a success out of 
herself. 

She also knows herself very well. It is very hard to tell someone like Dawn 
that her lesbian love is not a good thing for her, and in this day and age, 
who is to say what is healthy and what is not. 

She is a nimble, and very contained beauty. Dawn knows perfectly well what 
she has gotten herself into with her ballet teacher, and I am sure she is in 
very capable hands. 

Ms. Rainbow, also, knows that her sex partner is half her age, but she has 
found that Dawn can and will act as mature and as responsible as need be. 
Dawn's studies will not be neglected. 

I look forward to the day that Dawn will be performing the ballet in the 
best ballet houses in the world. 

 CASE HISTORY NINE 

SUBJECT: Sinda AGE: Fourteen 

INTERIVEW ONE 

Sinda is here because she was caught by a guidance counselor in her school 
in a very compromising act with another girl, also her age, in the school 
bathroom. 

Sinda is a lesbian. 

What follows are a couple of short interviews in which Sinda describes some 
of the things that she finds so interesting about being a lesbian. 

Well, doctor, I guess the best thing is that since I don't dig boys at all, 
I ain't got to worry about competing for them. I can usually get everything 
I want from my fellow females. Girls are so much softer and gentler than 
boys in making love, anyway. Well, there was this one dyke, though, that I 
made it with once, who was really brutal, but I usually don't go for them. 

The kinds of girls that I usually prefer are those that are closer to my 
age, fourteen, and that are sleek, nimble, feminine, passive, and 
trustworthy. 

Shirleen was a girl like that. She was in my gym class. I loved looking at 
her when she took her clothes off and had to take a shower. I knew that I 
wanted to take her in my arms and embrace her from the first moment I laid 
eyes on her. She was fourteen, also, but was a little taller than me. I'm 
5'4" and Shirleen is 5'7", but I outweigh her by ten pounds. I'm not heavy 
or anything, but Shirleen is so slim and trim. 

Well, it took me a while before I could bring it up, I mean, what I hoped I 
could do with her. When I finally told her of my sapphic intention, she 
really surprised me. She told me that she loves females, too, and would 
gladly try me out and see if anything could come of it. 

Anyway, we went to her house one afternoon. There was no one else there. 

We took off all of our clothes. First we looked at each other's nude bodies. 
Then we began to feel each other, We stood still and gently caressed our 
nude, beautiful bodies. We really didn't say much. We didn't have to say 
anything. Our fingers, and then our tongues did most of the talking. 

We kneaded each others breasts, ran lightly moving fingers across our lips. 
We put our fingers in our mouths and sucked on them. We embraced and hugged, 
making our pussies rub together, still holding each other tightly. 

We took turns sucking on each other's nipples, getting them good and hot and 
hard and big. 

Shirleen is a lot darker then me. She is almost absolutely black, and her 
complexion is so fine and consistent. I'm more of a coffee color. My nipples 
aren't as dark as hers either, tee hee. 

We then went onto the bed. We began to make love in earnest then, rolling 
our tongues around inside each other's mouths, and caressing the gentle 
slopes of our flanks, intervened in a beautiful girlish embrace. 

We flitted our tongues together as fast as the wings of a cicada and our 
tongues interwined and the hot breath flowed out of our nostrils. 

Slowly, our fingers crept down to our honeypots, causing great waves of 
excitement to come over us, even more than what our soul kissing had given 
us. 

Gently, I traced the outline of Shirleen's little crescent with my 
fingertips, and she did the came to me, moving closer and closer towards the 
inevitable delectable delight in the center of our increasingly moist 
furrows. 

We soon were both swooning with ecstasy. 

Kissing each other on the lips and sucking on our tongues, drawing out all 
of the sweet juice, we then began to move our deft digits in and around our 
quivering cunts with a little more authority. 

We were both writhing on the bed as we held onto each other, embraced in a 
lovelock of beautiful, feline, girlish emotion. 

Our vaginas were very wet now, and the natural sap inside was dripping in 
slow, oozing deposits on the bedsheet. 

Our fingers were also saturated from our girlish essence. It was so 
wonderful. 

We grabbed each other, using only one arm and squeezed our waists so tight, 
just to bear the hot, rippling waves that were coursing through our bodies. 

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed. 

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, yessssssss, Sinda," Shirleen sighed as our simultaneous 
orgasms occurred, sending us into a whirling, pulsating euphoria of 
thrilling indescribable excitement. 

We finally got so exhausted that we just rolled off each other and lay back 
on the bed, little murmurs of kittenish pleasure escaping from our lips. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

In that short interview, a lot can be gleaned by the way that Sinda and 
Shirleen made love. They are obviously two gentle, and happy girls. In 
another short interview, Sinda describes what it's like to eat a girl's 
pussy and have that girl eat her pussy at the same exact time, Well, doctor, 
her name is Princess. Honest, that's her real name. Should I tell you how we 
met? Oh, I see, there isn't enough time for that. All right, I'll only 
describe what we did that time and how it felt. 

Well, we were in Princess's house. No one was there, of course as we lay 
nude on a bed. I was on top of her, and she was underneath me. 

But we weren't facing each other. Oh, no! I was facing the little clipped 
black pubic mound of Princess and she was looking up into my big, black 
bush. 

We stuffed our tongues deep into each other's pussies and really twirled 
them about in there, making the two of us feel like we were on a roller 
coaster plunging straight down. 

It was utterly exquisite. 

Her soft flesh was responding so beautifully to the knowing touch of my 
love-arrow, and my own pink, wet velvet was also feeling the great thrills 
of Princess's lapping flap. 

We nipped our clits and that alone was enough to cause powerful and hot 
waves to rumble through our nubile bodies. 

We were both ecstatic, and making our pussies feel better was the only thing 
we wanted. 

We were practically screaming in joy when our most pleasant, passionate 
orgasms consumed us, and our girl nectar oozed out of our slits. 

"Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhh," we sighed. 


CONCLUSION 

Sinda's story is not an uncommon one. There are many, many young girls who 
are turning to lesbianism, much to the disappointment of the male race. 

Intrinsically there is really nothing wrong with girls who like the pleasure 
of the flesh to come from their own species. 

However, they should try to keep an open mind about the stronger sex, and 
not rule it out entirely. 

That is what I informed Sinda. 


GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As we have seen, life in the inner city can lead many a naive and pretty 
girl down the downtrodden path to degeneracy. 

Even those that lead religious and cloistered lives cannot escape the 
clutches of grasping, pawing hands. Such was the case with Corinne, who had 
been brought up in strict obedience to God. 

However, such adherence to the letter of the Bible can also provide a 
convenient escape from the reality of their situation, much the way that 
other people use sex to escape. 

One thing is certain, however. Using Corinne as an example, a girl who tried 
her hardest to not give in to the gang rape, she finally had to succumb to 
the passions that were inevitable. 

Her twelve year old mind was confused and distorted. She kept repeating how 
she loved it, but still hated it. This is not an unnatural or a surprising 
thought. One's body will betray one's mind every time. The stimulation of a 
girl's clitoris, whether forced or willing will arouse her sexuality every 
time. 

The unwitting entrance into the most perverse and most base forms of sex for 
a number of these children can be traced to the depressing environment from 
which they must inhabit. 

In the case of Tallie, a girl who is really not evil, or demented, according 
to accepted definitions of the word, she did find herself copulating with a 
dog. 

While many of you who are reading this consider such a thing to be beyond a 
doubt, the epitome of sexual depravity, Tallie herself did not actually 
believe that she was doing anything so terribly wrong. I am certain that if 
she did realize the implications of her act, she would not have done so. 
Basically, Tallie is a nice girl, strange as that may sound, if taken out of 
context. 

Showing that depraved sex is not only related to ghetto life, we have the 
case of beautiful, fourteen year old blonde Lalena. Her rape and tar and 
feathering by a group of demented southern bigots is an act that holds 
consequences way beyond one little girl. The feeling of justification in 
doing a violent act can give many a person the desire to continue to torment 
an innocent young virgin. 

We hope that these somewhat shocking case studies may influence you to be 
more understanding of the sexual mores of people from cultures that may be 
different than yours. 


THE END
