The study of the phenomenon of rape is something that has plagued mankind ever since there have been a man and a woman in the world. It is something that has existed ever since there was man and something that will probably be with us for many, many years to come still.
The reasons and the root causes for this phenomenon are not completely known as of yet. But each day, as more and more evidence is being gathered by the research scientists and more people come out in the open and declare the fact that they have been raped, we will find ourselves approaching closer to the explanations.
One great problem that the society has at this point is the reluctance of victims to come out and openly proclaim to the authorities and to doctors such as myself that they have been raped and that they would like help.
If people refuse to admit to the authorities that they have been raped then how can anyone make a study so as to get to the roots of the problem?
This is something that requires the co-operation of all the population and something that cannot be left to someone else to do.
I have found more rapists who were willing to talk about their problems and their rapes than rape victims. This is an odd turn of events indeed and something which I think indicates just what and how people are thinking.
If a rapist is not afraid to come out and admit that he is a rapist then why should the victims, be afraid?
It is something that puzzles me to this day and always will. For this very reason I have decided to compile this block of interviews from the standpoint of the rapist.
I hope that you will find it enlightening and that some bits of knowledge will drop into your heads. I can only hope that after reading this book you will come away feeling a little more secure in yourself and a little more appreciative of the difficulty involved in getting to the heart of the matter.
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CASE HISTORY ONE
Name: Alfred P. Age: Thirty-Two
Interview One
Alfred was young, handsome, slender build. He has quick blue eyes and a charming smile. If you met him on the street, you would never imagine that this young man has a police record that dates back from the time he was fourteen. Alfred comes from a broken home. His father was a heavy drinker and his mother lost her inclination to better herself or her children after her twelfth son was born. Alfred was one of the children in the middle; he doesn't seem quite sure because his father never did record the births with the authorities until it became necessary to apply for aid.
Fred is cheerful. He is well liked by the doctors and nurses here at the hospital. It was quite a surprise to find him in such good spirits after reading the reports of his case.
Alfred made a joke at our first meeting and he shook hands firmly, stood waiting for me to ask him to sit down and thanked me politely. He sat up straight and conducted himself in a manner that expressed calmness. He acted as if he was making a Saturday visit to his family doctor.
Fred raped a woman and left her brutally beaten. She was hospitalized and at the time of this taped interview, her disposition was not known except that she remained on the critical list.
"How are you feeling, Alfred."
"Fine. I feel fine-why?"
"You look in very good condition. I thought that perhaps you might talk to me."
"About the broad? Sure-why not-I talked to everybody else."
"There might be something that you have overlooked. Now I want you to relax and say what comes to mind. The only time I'll interfere is when I feel you are drifting away from the case."
"Okay. Well-if you've looked at the reports, then you know my background. I'm not a rapist-I mean if that isn't the right word then I don't always go around raping broads you know. So get that idea out of your head."
"Yes. I know. But you do have a record of convictions for burglary dating back to the time you were fourteen. Do you feel that anything you could say about your younger days might have some bearing on your present behavior?"
"Maybe-I don't know. You're supposed to be the doctor-What the hell-Life's a big bad dream anyway and who knows all the things that happen and why? I usually rob joints. This is the first time I-I, Uh-ever touched a broad. But she was asking for it. Don't you kid yourself mister. She was asking for it alright. I come in there-into the room and she was sitting in a negligee. She looked tipsy to me."
"Do you mean that she was awake when you broke in?"
"Damned right. She was sitting there on the edge of her bed and drinking something. I think it was whiskey. Of course I was pretty shocked and I wanted to jump out that damned window-would've too except she asked me not to go-have a drink, she says. Stupid me. I drink with her. How about a little kiss, she says. Stupid me-I kissed her. Well one thing leads to another. Next thing I knew, I was touching her and she hit me. I put my hand on her tits and she hit me. Who the hell you think you are, she says. A lady can't invite a man to drink without him getting fresh-taking advantage, she says. So I hit her.
Not really hard-just slapped her a little bit. But she got hysterical then and threatened to call the cops. I tried to reason with her. I didn't touch nothing yet and it was she invited me to drink. Well-she's a bitch and says she's going to tell the cops I beat her and raped her."
"What did you do then?"
"I figure if she's going to tell that to the cops, I'm going to get out while the gettin's good. So I start out of that joint-by the door instead of the window and she opens her yap and starts to holler for help. Well-I turned right on her-dove into that apartment and let her have one right in the mouth. I punched her and you should have seen the look of surprise on her face."
"Alfred, tell me what else happened. Why are you laughing?"
"You should've seen her face. You talk about surprise-I almost lost my fist in her mouth it was open so wide. Anyway-I let her have it in the stomach too. Well it didn't make me feel too good to look at her lying there on the floor so I tried to help her up but she scratched me right here-on the neck. Then she slaps me on the cheek and calls me a no good bastard. Well that got me pretty goddam mad and I guess I lost my control then. She starts yelling about rape-that I raped her and all that shit so I really let her have it-
We rolled around on the floor and her negligee comes undone-Man! Tits all over the place. You should have seen her. I ain't seen tits like that-perfect, I tell ya. Round, white-a little freckles and there and two thick rosy nipples just beggin to be sucked-Well I get my hands full of her hot flesh and I mean she is hot. She squirms and fights me off-next thing I know is that flimsy rag is torn off her back and she naked now, rolling across the floor and I'm grabbing tits and buttocks and then cunt-Her cunt is burning hot and moist and then I realize my cock is like steel in my pants and if I don't get it out soon it's going rip right through-In a flash I got my pants off and my cock is rubbing her legs as we roll and I kind of get the idea that she's not really fighting anymore-Until I try to put my prick in her. Man!
She start trying to kick my balls and grab my cock. I had to hit her again but she didn't stop. She got me too. Don't ask how but she got me by the balls and she was going to yank them off. At least she would have if I hadn't let her have it again-I punched her in the mouth and the next one missed completely. She ducked back and I carried forward and hit her in the shoulder. She let me go though. Guess it didn't matter. She tried to kick me and I hit her again.
She was laying on the floor twisting and crying she was in pain and suddenly something pushed me-like a big hand in my back just shoved me forward and next thing I know, I got my cock into her cunt.
She whimpered and begs me to let her go and I ram my thick cock deep in her then. She arches her back, thrusts them beautiful white tits up and I couldn't resist kissing and sucking them. She tried to get away so I bit down into her nipples until she screamed and then I tasted her blood but her screams died out soon. She was gasping for air and twisting her body and the thrills exploded in my cock until I thought I would go right out of my mind. It was good-I mean, I had a lot of broads in my time but she was good. Imagine how it would've been if she wanted it.
Anyways, she's twisting, pumping them wide, soft hips around and up and down and my cock slipping in and out and the thrills are rolling over me like a burning ocean and then I blew up-I never came so much in my life-I must have shot that broad so full that she was goings to drown.
She started screaming and yelling and pulling away, trying to hit me again and I had to punch her a couple of times to get her to shut up. I didn't hear the people banging at the door and the broad kept it up. So I pulled my belt off my pants and started with that. She quieted a little. I remember that was when I noticed the wide, red marks on her breasts and her belly and legs. She was all balled up and whimpering like a little animal and then the door broke open and all them people rushed in. Somebody hit me and I was out until I woke up here at the hospital."
"How are you feeling now, Alfred?"
"Fine-I feel great-why?"
"Did anyone tell you about the young lady?"
"No. What about her?"
"She's in pretty bad shape."
Alfred looked down for the first time. His smile faded and he folded his hands, manipulated his fingers nervously then.
"I didn't think about that. I mean she isn't going to die or anything right? I didn't hurt her that bad."
"She is in very serious condition. The doctors are keeping extremely dim hopes that she will recover. Doesn't it make you stop and think-don't you want to know why it all happened the way it did?"
"Sure. Sure. I told you before-that's why I'll answer your questions and help all I can. 'This is the first time I-I ain't never done anything like this."
"Why did you hesitate just then?"
"What do you mean?"
"You stopped when you were telling me you never did this before. Why did you stop?"
"I don't know. I didn't even notice. What are you trying to pull? I didn't say nothing and you're trying to make something out of it. You're just like the rest of them."
"Why do you say I'm like the rest of them? Who do you mean, Alfred-the police-the other doctors?"
"Them-I don't know-the police and the doctors I suppose."
"There's more to this Alfred. You aren't being honest with me. And worst of all, you aren't being honest with yourself or the girl. Do you want this to happen again?"
"Ha! You are a real joker aren't you Doc? Once they get me on trial, a jury will hang my ass. If they don't do that, then they're going to put me away for a long time and I bet there ain't many women there either. So that's a crazy question. No. This is the only way-I got to be proven crazy so they don't hang me."
"Is that the only reason you consented so eagerly to this interview. You think the results can prove you're crazy and that will protect you-keep you out of prison Alfred?"
"What's wrong with that? A hospital is better than a jail any time."
"Let me warn you Alfred. If you're found sane, then you will be tried and perhaps given a light sentence for assault. That is, if you can prove the woman lured you on. And that shouldn't be too difficult. The police found she has a wild reputation in the building. You weren't the first. On the other hand, if you are found insane, you will be put in an institution without trial. How would you like that? Well then-suppose we schedule another interview for tomorrow and get this cleared up?"
"I didn't know that. I really didn't understand that's how it works. Okay. I'll do it."
Fred was taken back to his cell in the security ward of the hospital. I consulted with the doctors in control of the case and they all agreed that he had been hiding behind a mask. Alfred was going along with us in order to be pronounced insane. He thought that by doing so, he would not have to stand trial. He told me before he left that he had figured maybe he' would be locked up for a few months but when they found him progressing so well, he would be released again.
The doctors agreed that we should have another interview with Alfred. However, as the previous transcript shows, I did not destroy the tapes of the first interview. It was to provide a clue into Alfred's true personality. There was a new side of him developing that not even he was aware of.
Alfred's behavior toward women had always been a bit coarse by his own admission. But he had never resorted to violence. But as we shall see, his hesitation when I asked if he had ever raped a woman before this, proved to be a sign that he was hiding something from us both.
INTERVIEW TWO
On the second day, Alfred didn't seem quite as calm as the day before. He was preoccupied, avoided looking me straight in the eye. It was quite some time before I felt that he would be at ease enough to discuss anything with complete candor. I asked a few preliminary questions dealing with the weather, local baseball scores and the news reports to put him at ease. In a few moments, the worried lines faded from his face and he smiled at me.
"Yesterday you hesitated when questioned about the rape itself. You didn't seem quite so sure that you have never committed an act like this in the past. If there is any doubt in your mind, tell me now."
He hesitated for a few moments and it seemed that he was reflecting on what he had already told me. After a few minutes, his face grew serious and he spoke with a dry, steady voice.
"I was about thirteen I guess. There was a party in the neighborhood-somebody's birthday or something. I'm not sure. Anyway, I took a friends sister. She was around the same age and had been staying with an aunt-quite a way from us as I recall. Anyway, she was stacked-I mean she had pretty big tits, hard looking with sharp nipples and every girl in the place envied her and every guy had wished he was me.
We did okay. I danced a little and it was enough to get her close, push her into a dark corner. Them tits rubbed on me and I knew damned well she didn't have any kind of bra on. Just them hot little nobs rubbing into me and getting all prickly. She acted a lot older than the other girls and when she danced, she pushed her body up hard against me.
Well, my cock was hard as stone in a few seconds and I was embarrassed as all hell. But she didn't mind. She just smiled at me and pushed her belly into me, slipped her thigh between my legs and rubbed all over me. We kissed then. It was the first time I ever French kissed a girl. Her tongue was hot and wet and squirmed in my mouth. I tell you I was a little afraid at first. I never had a girl kiss like that with me. And her hands slid up and down my back. She let her nails trace little deep lines on my back and the sparks flew. The sparks really flew. My cock was standing rigid under my pants and I know she could feel it. I mean her cunt was jammed right up against it and all and her tits rubbing my chest while her fingers scratched at my back. It was too much.
I suggested we go for a walk outside in the yard. The kid had a big yard with grass and trees out back. It was big enough so that you could get away from the crowd and it would be hard for them to find you right away if you didn't want them too. The bush was pretty thick there.
I remember how she smiled, flashing her pretty white teeth and licking her lips. She winked at me, rubbed up against me again and called me a slick devil.
We slipped out of the house and went to the brush, back to a spot where all the guys hid secret stuff they had. Well, it was nice at first. The girl kissed with me, Frenched me a little more and I think she even put her hands on my cock or at least on the big lump in my pants. Well it felt wonderful. I settled down to some serious kissing and the next thing I knew, she was squirming away, trying to pull away from me. I had my hand up her sweater and squeezed her hard, hot tits and I had been right about her being naked under her sweater.
She begged me to stop but in a way that women have of saying stop it, I love it-I squeezed her tits and pinched those hard nipples until her skin was red and she was gasping for air. Then I pulled her sweater up a little and kissed her dark looking tits. Her skin was hot and dry and she started to whimper and squirm on the grass. I reached up and touched her thigh and she opened her legs automatically. I was really excited and I took her hand and dared put it back on my cock and damn if she didn't open my fly. Her hand ducked in there in my pants and curled tight around my cock and she squeezed that hard, burning flesh until I thought I was going to choke. Well I tried to get her undies down but she fought. Then I tried to pull her skirt up high but she let my prick go and pulled her skirt down.
I got mad then and she said maybe she had been wrong and we better go back inside. Well the sparks were flying then. I forced her back, held her arms down on the grass and she kicked at me, grazed my leg. It stung a little but I guess my pride was hurt more than anything. Anyway, I hit her. I slammed my fist into her stomach and she doubled up, yanked her knees into her stomach and doubled up-Well, her cunt was gaping at me. I had managed to get her panties over her thighs at least and she was pulling her legs up-her sweet, pink cunt staring right at me. I lost my head then. I stood up and yanked my pants off, then hers. She begged me not to do anything I would be sorry for, begged me not to do it to her but I was really mad and I hit her again. She didn't exactly scream but she moaned real loud. I guess she didn't really want anybody to come running out and catch her in that position. But I was beyond reason. My cock ruled me at that point and I dove on her.
She fought me as best as she could, left me quite a few good scrapes and scratches next day to prove it but I was too much for her. I found that tight little cunt and rammed with my burning cock. It burned. It really hurt me at first to try getting into her and she whined and wailed like a tortured animal. She arched upward, tried to dig her fingernails into me and kicked, twisted and generally tried to fight me off.
My rod wouldn't hear of it. I punched her again and she was like an airless balloon then. She collapsed and I pushed my prick into her tight cunt-her body stiffened and she gritted her teeth-opened her mouth but no sound came out. I got my cock half way in her and she was crying, sobbing and the tears rolled down over her cheeks. I grabbed her hot flesh, squeezed those hard tits until my fingers arched and she twisted and fought me off. Then I got hold of her hard little buttocks and squeezed them until she raised her ass off the grass. That's when I really lunged into her.
I hit her in the face and she whimpered and whined but funny thing-her crying goaded me on and I pumped my cock in her real hard then. I remember how exciting it was and my balls were pounding in the sac-my heart beat so fast and my face was on fire-I was all sweating and gasping for air and all I knew was the heat that engulfed my hard prick-the wet heat that sucked at my cock while I speared the writhing girl on the grass.
It didn't take me long-a few good steady strokes and my cock was gone-my juice gushed up inside of me, spurt forward and rushed into the squirming girl-she cried out when the hot fluid was injected into her and I felt all my aches flowing out with the spasms of pleasure that rushed over me-
We lay in the grass for a long time. We didn't speak much at first and don't ask me why but I said I was sorry. She snickered at me. Said I was going to pay and all that. Said that she was mutilated now and it was my fault. She said that she would claim rape. Of course I laughed. It was crazy to think that anybody would believe-
She tried to get away then and I held her wrists tight. Her breath heaved and hissed in her teeth and her little nipples still bulged out in the open. I bent forward, tried to kiss her and she bit my lips-Well I got mad. She went too far then and kicked me. Her foot grazed my thigh, scraped my balls and hurt like hell.
Next thing I knew, I was hitting her-slapping and punching her and she was crying, trying desperately to keep me away. She held her hands up in front of her but my fist crashed into her belly. I remember the smack of my knuckles on her hard belly and then her tits and she sucked her breath in with a loud sharp noise and crumpled near my feet. I was breathing hard too and I wanted to hurt her then. My balls still ached from her foot and I wanted her to feel it a thousand times more than me and I hit her in the chest again-
She fell back and sobbed uncontrollably and I remember realizing that my cock was all hard and on fire again. It bobbed in the air near her face and all I had to do was push a little and it collided with her soft mouth. She looked up at me with startled eyes and started to say something but I took her hair in my hands and slammed my cock into her mouth. She coughed and gurgled with my hot root deep in her mouth and her tongue rasped me up and down as I pulled out, then shoved in again. She seemed not to know what to do so I just hung on tight and fucked her in the mouth.
It wasn't long before my cock was boiling again and the heat of her soft lips pulled me closer and closer to the edge of pleasure until-I strained, trying to hold back but it was no good and then my cock just rushed hard and hot and filled her mouth with thick juices. She coughed and sputtered and the white stuff oozed out of her mouth and trickled down her chin and left a gleaming tail down her throat. She started to cry then and suddenly she got up and ran quickly. Before I knew what had happened, she was in the house. I stood there-stunned. She ran into the house with her clothes hanging off in shreds and my juice running out of her mouth. J remember how the humming stopped in the house. The only thought I had was that I hadn't noticed the noise before that. Once it stopped, I realized that there had been a steady humming noise coming from the party-sort of a vibration.
Well, the next thing I knew, a whole crowd comes out of the house and I'm standing there balls ass naked. I tried to get my clothes but I couldn't find them. They must have got lost in the scuffle and then I turned to hide in the thick bushes but it was too late.
The girl's brother came out of nowhere. The first thing I saw of him was knuckles. A fist came at me from the dark and slammed into the side of my jaw. I saw flashes of white for a few minutes, then there was a loud ringing in my ears. Next thing I knew, there were voices, angry curses and then another fist hit me-This time in the guts and a sick, hot feeling gushed up into my mouth and left a bitter, acid taste there.
The brother punched me then while two other guys held my arms. He hit me in the face until my nose started gushing blood and it ran down my face and inside my throat and I choked. He still punched in my mouth and broke a tooth. That wasn't enough. They got the sister to get her revenge.
While the guys held onto me and everybody watched, the sister kicked me in the balls. The pain was something like I had never felt before in my life. She kicked me in the balls and the cock and a few times she missed and hit my thigh. The pain took hold of my brain like the claws of an eagle and just ripped me apart. I screamed. I screamed so long and loud that they finally let me go for fear of the neighbors calling the police. I screamed loud and they let me go. Dropped me on the grass there and let me soak in my own pain.
I laid there until the sun started to come. The sky lit up gray at first, then -pale blue and finally a bright orange in the east. I was in a state of semi consciousness and every muscle and bone in my body ached. My balls looked like they had been put through a ringer. They were red and purple and blue and the veins bulged-swollen like crazy.
I vowed then to get her. I remember how I vowed to get her, pay her back for all of it.
Of course she went away after that. It might have been the very next day. I really don't know for sure. So I had to content myself with other women. I remember how I waited one night for the bus and when a young, good looking girl came by-that night flashed and my balls twitched. My fingers were itchy-did you ever get that? Itchy fingers? Well, I watched her pass and she tried not to look at me but she knew I was there alright. What a body. She had beautiful legs and an ass that stood out proudly, swinging from side to side under her skirt. And tits. Big, round tits that you could imagine would fill up your mouth easily.
I followed her for a block or so. It was easy. The street was deserted and I just ran up behind her very quietly and dragged her behind a building. She tried to scream and I hit her across the face a few times. I made her shut up and then I made her get on her knees and beg me not to fuck her-Well-I ripped her clothes off. Tore them right off and she had pure white skin. Not a blemish on her and her long dark hair curled over the tops of her tits and her belly rose and fell-the soft patch of dark fluff over her cunt-I pushed her back and she squealed, begged me to let her got and I whipped my thick cock out-rubbed it all over her lush white tits and then I got her legs open.
It was easy enough to get my cock in and she screamed like I was murdering her. Her hips twisted on my cock and it was impossible for me to hold on. After a few seconds of humping in her thick, tight cunt, I exploded inside her and pulled my prick out-it shot all over her belly and she started to cry and shout and I hit her again and again until she was almost hysterical. I looked down at her and felt nothing but contempt for her. I kicked her a couple of times but it didn't feel the same and so I left her there in the alley."
"When was that?"
"That was before this time when I got caught. I wasn't really satisfied by that broad and I had to get somebody else. It seemed easy enough. I knew about that girl living alone and
I sneaked in the open window. You know the rest."
It was obvious by the last interview that Alfred had been lying all along about his sexual assaults on women. It turned out that he had a long history of undetected rapes. It is amazing to me that none of the women he mentioned as having been his victims ever went to the authorities and reported the attacks.
Had these women reported the incidents, Alfred would have been detected a long time sooner. He is still undergoing observation in the hopes that therapy can be recommended and successfully completed and that Alfred will lose his compulsion to attack women and try to regain his honor.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Name: Harold F. Age: .Forty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Here is Case History Two-an unusual one. This is part one of two interviews with Harold F. He is married, the father of three children and a respected business man. But he answered an emotional call by sexually assaulting local women, then hiding. No one ever remembered what he looked like-only that he seemed to come from the night itself. Thus, the people of the neighborhood called him, The Invisible Man, because he never left a clue. It was only after Harold gave himself up that the police were able to close the case.
Here then is the story as transcribed from the interview:
"I don't know how or when it started. My wife wouldn't let me touch her. It was awful. At first it didn't seem to matter much-I'll admit that I was kind of relieved but that didn't last long. Little things began to bother me-like pictures-the advertisements for women's underwear and things-I used to really get excited when I saw a picture of a naked girl.
My wife didn't undress in front of me and I used to listen outside the bathroom as she got undressed for bed and I imagined how her body used ot look.
I tried to patch things up but it was no use-she just wouldn't let me touch her.
One evening I was coming home from the office and I happened to notice a young lady waiting for the bus. She is very attractive and I have seen her from time to time. I stopped to give her a lift. She didn't say much and seemed preoccupied so I didn't talk either. When I let her off at the corner, her skirt hiked up. She didn't seem to notice or care and her thigh flashed-I could see the soft white flesh and it must have been my imagination-I swore that I saw hair.
Well I was really bothered. That evening I couldn't stand or sit still so I put on a sweater, sneakers and went out for a walk. My wife commented that it was rather late but I didn't care. My nerves jangled in my brain. It sounded like a factory in there.
Once I was in the cool air, my head seemed to clear. I don't know how long I walked-I didn't bring a watch. On my way back, I was thinking of the possibility of finding a mistress. But it seemed absurd.
Someone was walking up ahead, coming toward me from the opposite direction. Don't ask me why but without giving it a thought, I ducked behind an enormous tree growing on the I could see that whoever it was coming, was a woman. She seemed young, blonde and when she got real close, I recognized the young girl I had given a lift earlier in the evening.
My heart was roaring like a freight train, pounding in my chest and suddenly I got this choked up feeling in my throat-my eyes watered, there was a loud ringing and my fingers and hands started to tremble. I could see the girl plainly now and I almost reach out and touched her and when she passed, I suddenly found myself leaping through the air.
We hit the ground together-she was in a daze as well as I-but a different sort of daze. I worked quickly. That I remember but the amazing thing is everything went as if I had done it a hundred times before.
I reached under her skirt, pulled it up after dragging her into the bushes. She whimpered suddenly and I slapped her face. That shut her up for a second. She squeezed her legs tight together so I had to rip her panties right off. I remember how easily they came away.
She had the loveliest little dimpled belly. Her navel was honey colored in that bad light and her cunt hairs were gleaming-light brown tinged with blonde. She was breathing very hard and she whimpered and begged me not to hurt her. She pleaded that she was a virgin and asked me to spare her for her future husband. Don't you find that absurd?
Anyway, I pulled my cock out and she gasped at the sight of it and hot thrills ran up and down my spine and then my belly as my balls dangled, touched her thighs and I pulled her legs open. I whispered that she wouldn't get hurt if she would just keep quiet.
Getting my cock into her was the worst part. She wasn't a virgin-I don't think, but she was so tight, I had to really push and she cried out once-I slapped her-
Finally, my cock slid in and she sucked her breath in and started to sob and cough and beg me not to do it to her but she was so tight and hot and good and sparks shot in my cock and my head was spinning round and round.
I was on my knees in the grass-her legs spread wide and my cock rammed right up into her blonde cunt. She had her eyes closed tight and she bit her lower lip. I reached up, opened her jacket and then her blouse and bared her magnificent tits. They were thick and creamy and her nipples stuck out and looked dark.
I grabbed them, squeezed and pinched the nipples until she started moaning again then my blood started to run hot until the sensations exploded inside me, gripped my cock and jerked the skin back and forth inside her cunt and I crushed her clitoris-she was crying softly and begging me not to come inside her and then all hell broke loose-my cock roared-gushed into her and the thick juice flashed into her cunt and I grunted, fell on her tits, bit down on her nipples-
I must have stayed like that for a long time. My nose was full of her body again and my hands explored her smooth belly and thighs and even her cunt. I pushed her and she rolled over easily. I realized then that she was out cold.
I slapped her a few times but she didn't move. Her lush buttocks stared at me all creamy smooth and white and the dark crack running down over-I pulled her flesh apart, eyed the dark pucker of her ass and felt my cock come alive again. The head puffed first, then the whole thing rolled on my thigh-the girl moaned and it triggered me into action-I took my stiff cock and plunged into her ass-pushed against that tight muscle. It was -closed as tight as hell and I had to force with all my weight behind my prick. It slid in an inch, then another and soon the head cleared and the rest of me slipped into the deep, hot void.
The pain awakened the girl-she tried desperately to get up-pull away from me but it was no use, she was impaled, speared by my thick, burning cock and he more she in my veins. It boiled in my prick and I started hunching slowly, pulling out-slamming back in-slowly at first and then as the thrills shot faster inside my groin-my head filled with her whining and sobbing and I kissed her luscious tits, sucked the nipples and she grunted and coughed and pushed at me and scratched me. I had to hit her a couple of more times and then I let my cock work on its own-slip in and out of that tight cunt, feel the skin rake my sensitive nerve until my whole body was pulled tight like a cable and hummed as the sensations roared through me-my cock exploded-shot my sperm into her and she cried out and squeezed her legs but it was too late and I rammed all the way into her-my balls slapped her buttocks and she started to scream.
I got up-found my pants. I took one last look at her lying there-legs spread out-white flesh in the dark grass-her cunt-sweet thing and the patch of hair on her groin-her white belly heaving and those magnificent pink nipples. She still had her eyes closed tight and she chewed her knuckles. Her screams had turned into sobs and I realized that some of lights started going on in the nearby houses. I jumped into the bushes and disappeared.
The next day, I woke up with the realization of what I had done. Somehow I had lost control-Taped a girl. It was incredible but I had done it. I felt violently ill.
My wife said that I wasn't looking too well, and it would be better if I stayed at home and I agreed. I stayed in bed all day. Late in the afternoon, she brought all the papers in for me to read. She brought my attention to the story about a rape case in our neighborhood. She called the man a monster and said that he should be castrated when they find him.
I felt very sick after her remark. I didn't read all the papers right away but when I saw the picture of that beautiful young girl, my heart started pounding again and my prick twitched under the blankets. I buried my head in the pillow after reading the accounts"-
"Brutal attack."
"Monster," the papers noted. Each account was different and none of them told what really happened. The thing that amaze me most of all was the fact that the girl said she didn't recognize me. Can you imagine that-she said she didn't know who the assailant was or why he had attacked her.
I felt a sense of relief of course. The sick feeling slowly subsided and by late that afternoon I was walking around the house. My wife commented on the case a few times but I tried to ignore her remarks. She insisted that castration was the only way to treat these cases and an odd thought flashed through my head? I was castrated by her in a sense. She cut me off and I was useless as a man as long as we stayed together.
I couldn't sleep that night. I thought of that young girl, the touch of her skin-her tits and her lovely, hot, tight cunt-I thought of the taste of her nipples in my mouth and my lips twitched-My hands trembled and my palms sweated as well as my forehead. My wife remarked that I wasn't looking well again.
During the night, I tried to awaken my wife. My cock was stiff as a steel rod and pictures of the naked girl, sprawled in the grass-a look of fear in her eyes and her hands up in the air, trying to ward off my cock and as I went closer and closer, the huge head puffed and red and throbbing, pulsing and then suddenly the dark was pierced by a loud scream and I sat up-My wife was pulling my hand away from her body and she slapped me. I had touched?
I had touched her during the night and she was outraged. Needless to see I was very upset. My cock was still unappeased-still under the blanket and I could feel the heat of my wife's body.
She has a lovely figure. Large tits and a narrow waist, thick buttocks with a deep, dark furrow-I tried to touch her against me, but she was indignant, told me to keep my hands off or she would sleep on the couch-
The rest of the night I didn't fall asleep. In fact, during the rest of the week, I lay awake almost every night and thought of that lovely girl lying naked on the grass. My cock ached each time I thought of her there.
I was beside myself. My boss was becoming very displeased with my work. I had so many things to do, contracts to look after and I just pushed them all into a pile on the side of my desk and spent the day dreaming of that girl and her buttocks, soft, silky, nice skin-her sweet taste-the odor of her body in my nostrils-
At the end of the week, I was desperate. I had been masturbating every day; in the office toilet and at home. I masturbated so much that my cock was always red and sore.
Finally I decided I had to do something. I was determined to remedy the situation. My boss told me that if I didn't straighten out the following week, he would have to give me notice-so I quit. He was startled, told me not to be so hasty but I told him to go to hell and walked out.
On my way home that evening, who should I see again but the girl! You can imagine the panic in my heart. My head reeled. Dare I stop, give her another lift, I wondered.
Well, crazy or not, I did stop. To my surprise, she was a lot more talkative this time and she even allowed her skirt to move up over her dimpled knees. I couldn't keep my eyes away and something inside told me to ask her out but I just couldn't muster the courage. I let her out on the corner again and watched her pull her skirt down and walk off.
My heart almost exploded in my chest this time and I had to sit in the car for almost half an hour before my cock got soft.
I couldn't eat supper that evening because I knew what I was going to do. My wife acted really far away. She didn't speak much during dinner but afterward when I said that I was going for a stroll, she asked me about my job. I pretended that nothing at all had happened.
She told me the boss had phoned and told her about my quitting. He was trying to get to me through my wife. I lied again by saying that I had gone back and apologized. She seemed satisfied enough, then I went out for a stroll."
Harold seemed exhausted by this time. I requested another interview with him for the following day. The authorities consented. Unfortunately, Harold was taken ill. He was under a great emotional strain. The second interview was postponed indefinitely.
INTERVIEW TWO
A few days after the first interview, Harold was feeling better. He consented to the second and final interview after the doctor have his approval.
"I must have walked for hours that night. I remember it was getting cool and I decided to go back. As I walked down the street again, I couldn't help thinking of the girl's statement in the paper. She said she didn't recognize her assailant. But that seemed incredible! She must have recognized me. And yet-in the car.
As I approached my street, another person turned the corner at the other end. I stopped again and then just like that first night, I can't explain why, but I jumped behind the tree again. I ducked under the bushes and my heart sounded like a maching gun in my chest-my breath caught in my throat and my eyes were wartering. Footsteps clicked on the cement and I made a part in the leaves and saw that it was a girl coming-but not just any girl-the one I had raped.
My hands trembled. There wasn't another soul on the street. A picture of the girl, her breasts and her body naked in the grass flashed through my mind and I screamed at myself to keep control. Her footsteps were getting louder and louder and I clenched my teeth, held my breath and told myself that it was all a bad dream and I would wake up any moment. But it was no use pretending. She was a few feet away when I jumped up.
She had already passed the place where I crouched so it was easy. I sneaked up behind her, placed one hand around her waist, the other on her mouth and dragged her back into the bushes. She tried to cry out but I had her good. My cock was rigid as a pole already and I was aware of it for the first time when it dug into the rut between her buttocks. She wiggled against me, trying to get away but she only made me more excited-I moved quickly then and tore her panties off-pulled her skirt down and threw her naked and writhing on the grass. Funny how she didn't move while I took my pants down. As if she was unconscious or something. I think the doctors said shock.
Well, I was naked then, my cock standing out straight in front of me and I was on her in a second. My cock rubbed all over her hot thighs and she squirmed then. She fought me as soon as I touched her body with mine. In fact, she kicked me in the groin once with her knee. But I hit her too-she whimpered and I quieted her just like the first time by telling her she wouldn't get hurt if she kept quiet.
I got my cock up to her delicious cunt. The hairs tickled my prick-her lips parted easily and I shoved a little too soon and too hard and she stiffened, arched up and cried out as I penetrated her. My prick ripped up into her like a burning rod. Scraped her dry flesh and mine and I admit that I made a noise too, then. But it was over soon. Her cunt was nice and wet and thick and hot and I held her down, pushed on her legs and slipped my cock all the way in-
I undid her blouse then and her bra and she pleaded with me to let her go. Said she wouldn't tell anybody if I would let her go. But I had her tits then they were warm and thick in my hands and I kissed her nipples and they got real hard. My cock went crazy then arid I humped, drove in her like a piston, my prick flashing like a rod and she squirmed and scratched, grunted and moaned and sobbed under me and I dug my fingers into her tits and rolled back and forth, struggled, the more pain it caused her.
But I felt good. It was wonderful with my whole cock inside her tight asshole but I soon learned that I could only feel pleasure by guiding the head of my cock just inside the tight ring, then pull out again, then in so that the muscle slipped back and forth on my nerve.
I rocked back and forth on her, squeezing her tits and then her buttocks until the shocks ripping through my cock were too much and I dug my fingers into her buttocks, threw myself on her body and shot deep into her ass, plunged all the way into her and felt the juice gush up in her and fill her empty ass-
I got. up almost immediately that time. She was still laying in the grass with her clothes pushed up and her bare buttocks gleaming when I left. I tried to hide my eyes from her as best as I could but the look of terror on her face remained in my head. She didn't move but she was still breathing. I walked away quickly and made sure that nobody was watching. I went around to the back of my house and walked in.
As I stood there in the dark kitchen, the smell of the girl and the grass still on my body, I thought of my wife lying asleep in our bed. No doubt she was wearing her nightgown just as she had every other night-I thought of her body again, heavy breasts, thick sweet nipples and her smooth cunt lying in the burning hot cradle of her thighs. It was then that I realized I had raped the wrong woman. The one who deserved it was lying in my bed asleep.
I took off my clothes and went into my room stark naked. She was already asleep. I could make out her eyes in the dim light coming from the window.
Needless to say she was startled. I dove onto the bed, pulled the blankets back and ripped her nightgown. Her breasts jutted out proudly and she opened her eyes, sat up and her lips opened-she started to scream but I hit her, slamming my hand into her face and she fell back sputtering and choking-her tits were flopping on her chest and before she could do anything, I pinned her legs down and crawled in between. My cock was stiff and ready again. I maneuvered closer and closer and she recognized me then and started hollering at me, making all sorts of wild threats-
I didn't care. I knew that I had to fuck her once and for all. I knew too that I was going to call the police myself.
I ignored her cries and slapped her face again and again until she lay there sobbing and writhing. My cock slipped into her, I fell on her then and clamped my mouth on her tits. She screamed as I bit into her flesh and tasted her sweet blood. My cock raged in her, pumped in and out wildly and I felt the growling inside. My ball rumbled and then it came, the juice spurted out of me and into her lush cunt and she sobbed and twisted under me. She called me filthy names and I punched her again.
Can you imagine raping your own wife? Well I did it. She wanted to call the police. Can you imagine her standing there and telling me that she was going to call the cops and have me arrested for raping her? Well I took the phone and called the cops alright. But not for her. I told them who I was and what I had done to the girl. They told me td wait and they would pick me up.
My wife didn't believe me at first. But then I convinced her. I had grass stains on my pants. She really exploded then and said that she knew all along that I was out of my mind. She reaffirmed her belief that I should be castrated and that's when I told her that symbolically, she had already done it.
Shortly afterward, the police came. I told them about the girl and they went to investigate. She said that she didn't know who her assailant had been and the police were going to let me go. But I demanded they arrest me and investigate.
But I know they don't believe me. Because of the girl, none of them believe me. They all think I made it up, some kind of castration complex they call it. But you know I'm telling the truth now, don't you? You believe me now don't you? You have to believe me-help me-"
It did seem like Harold had manufactured the whole story until one day, the young blonde girl from his. neighborhood came in to tell the police that she had been raped. We asked why she had denied it at first, then came of her own accord, she shrugged her shoulders. She said she was afraid that nobody would believe her. Before she allowed the police to question her, she demanded that reporters be called in.
Thus, Harold got his way. He was committed to a state institution shortly afterward. His wife has since filed for a divorce.
I asked the police about the young girl and what they thought her motive was for holding back information. They assured me that in cases of rape, the victim was reluctant to give information. Some of them feared retaliation by the assailant while others don't want publicity. But in this case, the girl figured there was no way out so she set out to get all the publicity she could.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Name: Bertrand F. Age: Twenty-Three
INTERVIEW ONE
I found out about Bertrand F. through a local police precinct. They had been investigating a very strange case. On the surface, it seemed like any other case of rape. However, there was one peculiarity, an indelible signature that proved almost beyond a doubt that in each case, the attacker had been the same man. He left his mark by stuffing his victims vagina with money after he attacked her.
Since the attacks occurred in a relatively small area of the city, police were able to set up a decoy in the form of a detective dressed as a woman and met with immediate success.
Bertrand F. was apprehended on the first day. He was quite calm, and in fact, seemed almost to be enjoying the whole thing. The following is a taped interview which I conducted at the local precinct.
"Before we start, I would like to express my appreciation to you for consenting to this interview. As I explained before, I will not use your name."
"Thank you, doc, I do appreciate your kindness."
"What did you feel when you were arrested-was it a great shock to you when you found that the woman was really a policeman?"
"No. Not at all. In fact, I remember the first thing that flashed through my mind was: it's about time! That's the truth old man."
"Could tell me-in your own words what happened, what drove you to do these things, did you experience any strange compulsion to violate women or was it a purely physical act."
At this point, the subject settled back in his chair and relaxed. He smiled, and put a finger to his cheek. He remained in that position as he related what had happened. "No. I really can't say that any one thing started me off. I would see a pretty girl and suddenly find myself terribly attracted. It usually wasn't ver difficult to find out something about her-where she lived, some of her daily habits. Once I found all that out, it was just a matter of waiting for the right place and the right time. A lot of them almost welcome me anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"They seemed glad-you know-most of them wanted it anyway but they were too scared to admit it. So this gave them a way around their own guilty feelings. We both had fun. So, all this will be over when my lawyer gets here. You can't tell me that I'll be held for screwing some worthless girl or other."
"What happened to you each time-say for instance the last girl-what happened exactly. Tell me how you met, what you did, why you attacked her."
"I remember her alright. Pretty little blonde. I especially remember how her hair would shine whenever she stood in the light. I watched her in the park-almost every day when the weather got warmer.
At first, I watched from a distance. I used to sit on a bench nearby but then I wanted to see her from close up-feel her presence and maybe even talk to her. Well, one day I strolled next to her-a few feet away of course on the wide gravel path near the pond. She stopped to watch the ducks and that was it. I simply made a comment and we started talking about ducks and the weather and animals. I remember she didn't have a bra on under her jersey sweater. Her nipples were like hard nubs under the cloth. I got so excited, it was really difficult to control myself from getting hard right then and there. I had to stand sideways.
We talked a while and then I suggested something to eat. She was a bit hesitant at first, but it wasn't long before I persuaded her and we went to a restaurant. A local place and I remember that the food was rotten but we were in a booth where no one could see.
The girl, her name was Tina, she said-got quiet all of a. sudden. I panicked a little. My heart raced as I watched those tight little nipples under the thin cloth. Funny, I tried to imagine what shade of pink they were, then I closed my eyes and tried to will the sweater away. But it was silly."
Bertrand stopped there for a moment. He looked troubled, pensive. "What happened then?"
"She laughed-we both laughed at some silly joke or other. Then she remarked about my blazer and ascot, saying I looked like a wealthy playboy. Well, that got me angry. It was all great until she mentioned money."
"What did you do then?"
He grew nervous at this point, twisted his fingers and licked his lips then started biting them.
"I grew impatient. She was beautiful, very desirable. Her figure was athletic-very feminine but you could tell that she didn't sit around all day doing nothing. I knew that I had to have her right away. Tina grew silent and I was afraid she might suspect something.
It grew dark outside and Tina said she had to go home. I offered to walk with her. The park was almost deserted as we cut across a small lawn. Tina had suggested a short cut through a particularly dense part of a wooded area. You probably know the place.
Needless to say, I grew extremely excited at the prospect of walking through the dense brush with her. I walked a half step behind her and glued my eyes to her luscious rear and pressing against her skirt, her slim calves, ankles. I pictured her naked, white body standing out sharply, sprawled in the rich green grass. My hands grew sweaty, my cock was hard, pushing and rubbing in my pants. I remember the soft, blonde down on the nape of her neck. I reached out for her, felt her strong shoulders fill my hands, her startled mouth, her eyes flashing as she turned abruptly to face me. Her hand went up but it was too late.
I stripped her quickly and then forced her arms under while I ripped that fucking sweater away. I used her own weight to hold her arms back, forced them now under her and squeezed my legs, straddled her belly and gawked. Dammit! She had the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. Round, firm, the nipples so delicate that it was almost impossible to tell where the outline of the circle faded into her creamy flesh. She was frightened, all right, but the amazing thing is hat after I got her down, she didn't fight much. And it is surprising because she was a virgin. Usually, they put up a big fight.
Tina didn't move for a few minutes. She let me look at her magnificent tits, heaving in the" dim light, standing erect. Her nipples looked like sharp points and I touched them.
She whimpered and tried to free her hands. I could see the fear in her eyes then and I knew it was time for action. If I waited much longer, she would start to scream.
I pulled her skirt up, ripped her panties. They were flimsy little red lace bikinis. And dammit, I had it in my hands, a sweet hot little cunt. The lips were dry and tender and soft as silk. Covered with a fine blonde fuzz. She was so sweet and clean that I wanted to kiss it but suddenly, I guess she panicked and opened her mouth to scream. Well, I gave her something to scream for, a fist in the stomach. She doubled up for a minute and that's when I got my cock out. It was easy. The rest was easy. I just forced her legs open and rammed my cock into that sweet little pocket, squeezed her lips open with my ruddy prick and she kicked, twitched and fought me then like a little devil, scratching, biting. She was a rough one, all right. But she didn't scream. That's the crazy part. She didn't scream at all while I hammered my thick, burning cock in her. She twisted, breathing hard and I clamped my hands and mouth on her nipples, dug my fingers into her back and she beat me with her little fists.
She twisted and squirmed and I drove my rod hard in her, pumping in and out and it was so sweet in that hot little cunt, her lips clinging to my prick. I didn't realize at first that she was bleeding. I guess she didn't, either. Anyway, I felt the hot, sticky fluid oozing out of her, coating my prick and when I looked down, that flash of red, brilliant, sticky red on her white thigh, I went crazy, I remember. I did. I pounded in her and screeched those things about my mother. I never did that before. But her face, that wild look in her eye, Tina's mouth twitching, then he words came to me suddenly, filling my ears and for the first time I realized something.
Thoughts ran wildly, colliding in my head. My mother and father and the whole bit. My mother always wanted a little girl and my old man, well, he couldn't have cared less. All he knew was that it cost money to have me around. Well, she dressed me in girls' clothing all the time. Would you believe that I didn't have my hair cut until I was about fourteen. And that was because the dean of the high school wouldn't allow me to attend classes with long hair. My mother cried like a baby the day I got that hair cut off.
But that didn't stop her. No, my mother was determined. She still taught me to stay away from girls and every now and then when she was sure that we would be alone, he made me put those damned dresses on again. It was too much for me to take. I. wanted to run away desperately. I hated them. Both of them.
My father was no better. He called me a sissy and when I asked him to talk to Mom, he laughed and said it was a waste of time. She was daffy and I was a sissy. He said he deserved better.
It was then that I realized how much he avoided me. I never got to really know him like my friends did their fathers. At least I could say he never once sat down and talked to me.
Those were bad days. But I guess the best was when my cousin Diane came to stay for a while. Her mother and father were getting divorced and she stayed at our house until the thing was settled.
She was a pretty little thing. And I remember how my mother made a fuss, giggled and pranced around Diane. After all, she was a girl. A real girl. My mother ignored me and it didn't take me long to get jealous.
Funny, but now that I think of it, all those women, the ones I raped, all reminded me of my mother and Diane. Oh, well, I got pretty upset and I wanted revenge. That week I planned and Friday was Mother's Club meeting. Diane was taking a nap in he afternoon. She was sound asleep when I went into her room. I was very quiet but I remember shaking like a leaf. I pulled those blankets back slowly and dammit, the little witch was naked.
Her breasts were full for a girl of thirteen and her nipples were delicate pink, round little knobs that looked smooth, shiny, my fingers went out to touch and sne stirred. I remember the look of horror on her face, and she tried to scream but I put my hand on her mouth and everything went so damned quickly then.
I took my pants off and my prick was amazing. It was stiff and hard and red. It burned and tingled. Diane was shocked as I stood there. I jumped into the bed and before she realized what had happened, I was pushing that hot rod of flesh between her legs. I remember how amazed I was. She was the first girl I had ever been with but something told me what to do. I headed straight for her fuzzy little cunt.
Well, of course, she was a virgin and she screamed and fought with me. There was red blood all over the sheets and my hard cock as I slammed away. It was like pounding my old man and old lady with a bare fist. Anyway, Diane was yelling and beating me with her fists and I was squeezing her hard breasts, kneading the silky flesh and then all of a sudden, my cock exploded in fireworks of thrills that I never felt before. I came in her and felt all the hatred gushing out of me, filling her tight cunt and she twisted and screamed like she was in great pain.
I know I should have been afraid. But I felt nothing except an enormous sense of satisfaction. Like I had just gotten even with my mother and father all at once. But now I turned to my cousin, Diane, lying there on the bed, her thighs coated with blood and her breasts gleaming, heaving and the nipples bulging. I licked my lips. She told me that I would pay for it. Pay for doing that to her and she promised that I would get what was coming to me.
Well, I roared with laughter. I would pay, I told her. Then I went and got some money. Mother always gave me a cash allowance, and Diane smiled at first. She assured me that that wasn't what she had meant at all.
I did pay, though. I stuffed that wad of bills into her, shoved it into her cunt while she kicked and scratched.
She was horrified, of course, but I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. I mean, here she is with all this money, green dollar bills stuffed into her cunt. She was pulling at them, tearing them and throwing the bills into the air. I watched her until I heard my mother coming in.
I ran down to my mother and fell weeping into her arms. I confessed the whole thing. Diane had forced me to pay her after making me do that to her.
My dear, sweet mother came to her senses then, and realized how she had been neglecting me. She went upstairs and gave Diane a sound thrashing with one of my father's old leather belts.
The very next day, Diane was sent to stay with another aunt. I never saw her again and my mother spent the next month showering me with gifts to make up for her neglect.
But it is strange that I remembered all of that while fucking the little blonde Tina. She didn't resemble Diane at all.
Maybe it was the way she spoke to me, I don't know. Anyway, I rammed my cock home, split her in two with my burning rod and she threshed around in the grass, her white flesh standing out as sharply as I had imagined it would and then she dug her fingernails in my back, raked my flesh and the fiery pain set me off. I came in her fast and hard, shooting hot sperm deep into her tender cunt.
She started sobbing and warning me that I would pay for it. She wouldn't let me get away with rape.
The look on Tina's face, as soon as she mentioned my paying for it, made me go to work automatically. My hand dug the wad of green paper bills out of my wallet and before she realized what had happened, her cunt was stuffed full of bills.
The interview ended here. Doctors were able to use it, coupled with other sessions to arrive at certain conclusions concerning his behavior. It seems that his parents castrated him symbolically when they made him dress like a girl. His natural reaction was to seek his father's aid against his mother's humiliating attitude. But he was denied any assistance by his father, thereby aggravating the boy's sense of inferiority.
To prove himself that he was, after all, a man, he resorted to drastic measures. Consciously afraid to approach a woman as a man normally would, he attacked them to assure success. He raped them, then humiliated them by paying, therefore debasing them and at the same time, serving an unconscious desire to replace their genitals. He believed that women had been castrated at an early age and his fear led him to substitute their genitals. Money denoted a sense of power, maleness and he therefore served a twofold purpose by stuffing money in the woman's vagina: humiliating and restoring her power all in one breath.
INTERVIEW TWO
The case of Betrand F. proved to be so interesting that I decided to have a second interview with him. He had not gone to prison but was rather put under very intense care by a leading doctor.
He was progressing well in his cure and I was very curious as to his views now that he could put the things in his past into a perspective. I wanted to know how he felt about the things that he had done and how his reactions differed now that he was on the road to complete recovery.
I found his second session to be most interesting and I taped the entire interview.
Here then is the transcript of that tape.
Well, Doctor, how are you today? I was so glad to hear that you could come by again. Actually, I look forward to visiting with the good doctors and other people who come by to see me. It is such a relief to get these things off my chest, if you know what I mean.
The doctors and the rest of the people I have met have been treating me very well and very compassionately. They are really quite nice to me and they do so much to help me that I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank them enough for it.
I found through all these sessions that the more I talk about the things I did, the better I feel about them and the more easily I can get it out of my system.
That is the most important thing, I guess. To be able to get something out of your system and be able to face it yourself and to society in general.
I also found out that there are many people who are in the same predicament as me and that they have also been castrated and humiliated by their mothers. It may sound odd, but that makes me happy in a way. It gives me the feeling that I am not alone in this problem and there are others like me. That makes it easier to bear and gives me hope that things will turn out all right after all.
What I really wanted to talk about today was one of the first times that I raped a girl. It was much different than raping my cousin. She was the absolute first but there were others right after that.
It was very strange at the time. I was very horny and very hot all the time and I always wanted to let the sexual part of me rule the day. I always walked around with an erection and every time I would see a girl, I would want to fuck her and rape her with force.
Probably rape her more than fuck her. It got my thrill out of the violent element.
You see rape is not all sex. It is something that goes beyond that and something that cannot be cured by simply having a good sex life. I am sure that at the same time, even if I had a good sex life, I would still have gone out and raped some women.
I have heard of cases where married men with families have committed rapes. Not just once, but many times.
So it is clear to me that rape is not just simply a manifestation of sexual frustration.
It is something that goes above and beyond that. It is something deep in the mind that must be satisfied and not just the body. It is a mental and psychological need rather than one of the body.
But I'm sure I am boring. As a doctor, you must have studied this for years and are sick of hearing it.
But to me it is new and real and I am just discovering all this about myself.
This one particular girl that I raped was someone that I had met on a plane. I was on a pleasure trip, trying to get away from Mother, as usual, and she was sitting in the seat next to me.
She was very pretty in a real sort of way. She had no artificiality about her at all and I knew that deep down inside her, she was a boiling volcano of seething emotions that were just waiting to get out.
I don't know how I knew this, but it was just the way I felt at the time and the way I looked at things. I felt that way about all women and that was one of the reasons that I did the things I did, I guess.
I was dying to talk to her, but I did not want to. I knew I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to rape her, too, and not know who she was. I wanted her to be a stranger. I wanted to know her in one way only: sexually. I did not need to know her name.
I followed her when she stepped off the plane and found out where she lived. She was tall and well built and her clothes would stick to the fine roundness of her ass and the tight mounds of her tits. I was sure that her cunt was hot and wet all the time and that she masturbated all the time. Those were the fantasies I would have about her and they got me off more than anything else I could think of. I was sure that she was a slut and that she fucked and took part in orgies. In a way, I guess I was trying to rationalize the things I wanted to do by telling myself that she was a slut and that she wanted to get fucked.
One night, I finally mustered the courage and the horniness needed to follow her home and rape her.
She had just come back from a date and she kissed and hugged her boyfriend in the doorway of her apartment building.
I could see her hands working at the inside of his thighs and working their way into his pants and pulling at his stiff cock. I was sure now that she was all that I had thought her to be and more. She really was a slut and she really wanted to get fucked all the time.
That only set me off more to know that she liked cock and she wanted a cock up her cunt. I fantasized about the things she had just done with her friend and how she had sucked and fucked him.
I was getting a hard-on looking at her and knew that this was the night that I would finally have her.
After he left, I followed her to her apartment. The building was almost empty and I could see her looking back to me as she noticed me come into the building with her. She was frightened, I think, and that made me want her more. I loved it when the little things get scared and they begin to show the look of panic on their faces. That really gets me hot and bothered and that makes me want them more.
As she was turning the key to her door she rapidly turned back to look and see where I was. By that time, it was too late for her and as she door began to open, I was on top of her and pushed her through the apartment door.
I had her where I wanted her now and I was going to get the things I wanted from her.
I clamped my hand over her mouth and with the other hand I began to tear and pull off her clothes. She struggled and kicked against me and that only made me more and more furious. That made me mad and I threw her down onto the carpeted floor and jumped on top of her.
I crushed her with the weight of my body and pulled at her clothes until they were in rags and tatters all over the floor and she was almost naked.
She tried to scream again and I put my hands over her mouth and her nose so that she could not scream. She was almost choking because she could not breathe either and that was when she began to calm down and settle herself to the fact that she was going to be raped and that there was nothing she could do to stop me.
They always do that after a while. They all resign themselves to the fact that they are going to be raped and they all cooperate at one point or another.
That was the way it was with her and she calmed down and began to respond to my hands on her bare cunt and my mouth on her tits.
I could feel her body become rigid and tight beneath me and she held me on to the floor waiting for the inevitable penetration that would come. She knew what I wanted and she began to moan and groan as I slid my cock out of my pants and pressed it to her thigh and up to her cunt.
I kept telling her not to worry because I did not want to harm her. I told her that all I wanted was to fuck her and after it was over, I would leave her alone and not hurt her.
This seemed to settle her some more and she became calmer and more responsive to me. Her mouth hung half open and I could tell that she was beginning to gain her confidence and composure again.
As I was spreading her legs with my hands, she whispered to me that she did not want to be hurt, that she would do anything I wanted her to do as long as I did not hurt her and as longs I did not try to mutilate or kill her.
I was more than willing to assure her of the fact that all I wanted was to come into her hot cunt and that while I was fucking her, I wanted her to tell me in detail what she had been doing with her boyfriend that night and all the positions they used as they fucked.
She looked at me puzzled and she began to understand the needs that I had in me. She knew that all I wanted from her was thrill and that she was by now willing to give it to me and get me out of her life.
She gasped as I shoved the thick tool of my cock all the way inside her and she began to help me with the fucking and the pumping.
Then I begged her to tell me how her boyfriend fucked her and how she made it with all her other men.
As I pumped in and out of her, she related to me all the time she had swallowed come and all the time she had taken it up the ass.
Then she began to tell me all the lesbian friends she had and the things she did to them and the things they did to her. She was getting me hot and bothered and I knew that I was going to come any second.
Nothing turned me on more than having a girl tell me all the things she did and tell me how much of a slut she is.
That coupled with the money that I stuff into their cunts gave me the greatest time when I rape. That is, it used to.
Finally, I exploded that thick cream from my balls and shot it all the way into her. She gasped and moaned when she felt the come shoot inside her and she bit into the back of my neck and scratched at my sides. She had come as well and she was happy.
It was very weird, but that was the way it went that time.
I left her lying there and I went away feeling good about he whole thing. Before I left, I stuffed a couple of fifties into her cunt and she almost passed out from that. She told me that I was really freaky and that she wouldn't have minded at all if I came back and did it a few more times like that. Only she wanted me to announce myself before I came.
I would almost have done it, too, but I knew that the second time is not good because it is not rape.
And rape was what turned me on. Not sex in itself.
CONCLUSION
It was very obvious to m e that Bertrand was well on his way to being cured. He knew now what it was that was bothering him and he knew the roots of his own desires as well as the basis of his displeasure.
He knew what he wanted now out of women, whereas in the beginning he was functioning solely on pure instinct. Now at least he was using his mind and he was coming to terms with his basic insecurities and is now able to cope with them.
He knew that all he wanted from life was not what he used to want. What he wanted now was far more healthier and better for him.
I can safely say that after a few years of therapy, he will be completely able to carry on a life that is as normal and meaningful as any one of you reading his story here.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
George G.
Age: Forty eight years old.
INTERVIEW ONE
A number of women in an exclusive neighborhood had all suffered rape at the hands of Herman. He was their dentist. The women did not turn him in to the authorities or tell their husbands for fear of endangering their reputations.
Thus George was allowed to prey on his victims time and time again until he made the mistake of assaulting not one of his patients but his assistant. She didn't hesitate to call the police.
As the story unfolded, it turned out that
George had an extraordinary practice; he raped his pretty women patients and made them pay for the appointments, then threatened to tell everyone if they didn't come back to see him the following week. Some of the women fell for his threats. It hasn't been determined yet how many times he assaulted any one victim None of them will tell.
George was pretty cheerful about the interview. He said he was delighted to tell me what I wanted to know."
". . . in the interest of science of course. Oh it was lovely. Too bad it had to end like that. Most of those women . . . well . . . They didn't mind it that much.
Take the first one I don't really remember her name but I remember her name but I remember her alright she was a tall, slender blonde. Big bust and long, slender legs.
She sat in the chair first time and I let it back far. Sat behind her then on the stool and I could see right down the front of her dress. What lovely skin! She asked what was up and I told her tooth had to be pulled out. I gave her gas.
It was wonderful. All alone with that lovely blonde. I took her clothes off slowly to prolong the agony that I felt inside. It was wonderful-sweet delicate breasts. They were big. Oh, lovely, big tits with soft pink nipples. I trembled all over. My cock was hard as a rock. I never dreamed it would happen that I would be willing to lay my practice on the line like that. Lord knows I've had enough offers from patients but I never took them up on it. I don't know how or when I started to think of fucking them . . .
She smiled when I touched her nipples. They stood erect, little rouse buds of flesh-standing stiff-I pushed her skirt up and then took her panties down around her ankles . . .
Magnificent blonde fluffy hair. Curls and warm skin. It was wonderful. I wanted to kiss her cunt. Her legs dropped easily onto each side of the leather chair, I let it into the full reclining position then took my pants off. My cock was stiff and hard and on fire. I climbed up onto the chair between her lovely white legs-took her hips in my hands and moved forward deliberately until my cock touched her-The sensations! The thrill of her sweet, moist cunt! I thought I would go mad. It was too much for me to bear. My heart raced madly in my chest and my cock ached, the head bobbing, flashing red between her legs and I had to reach down to steady it while I got closer. My "cock touched her cunt and I pushed-slid in, penetrated her cunt and she frowned. Imagine that-she frowned even though I know she was out cold.
I got my cock in her and slid in all the way until our hair was pressed together. My whole body trembled then and I fell on her and kissed those magnificent breasts, sucked her nipples and then I kissed her ripe red mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she moaned in her sleep.
I started then, hunching my hips, pumping my buttocks and pulling my cock slowly in and out of her. I could feel her hair tickling my belly each time I pushed forward . . . In spite of the fact that she was gassed, her cunt was still very tight and gripped my cock, sending little thrills up and down my prick and then into my balls and groin. The sensations grew stronger with every thrust and finally I was beside myself with the thrills shooting through me and I started to pump harder, faster until I was almost out of breath and the thrills exploded in my cock-ripped through me and before I knew what had happened, I came in her-I didn't mean too but I came in her-shooting long bursts of sperm and it was wonderful as the thrills tore me to shreds and I grunted.
I worked quickly then and cleaned the woman thoroughly. I knew that when she would feel strange for a while but when the gas wore off . . . Well . . . she would have a sore cunt and never know why.
The next woman was a rather heavy set brunette. She was very attractive though. I remember her sweet face. She would have been even more beautiful if she had lost some weight.
Anyway I had always wanted to screw a fat woman. But I was always afraid that I might not like it and I wouldn't want to insult anyone by walking out on her . . . Well this gave me a perfect opportunity to find out. The lady came in to have a tooth checked. I told her she would need gas and she agreed.
I put her in the chair, administered the gas and soon, she was fast asleep. It worked quickly and efficiently, removed her dress and then her panties. I was really glad she didn't have a girdle on.
She was lovely. Her skin was smooth and silky as a babies skin. I'm telling you she had fluffy, curly hair on the cutest little cunt I've ever seen. The lips were thick and almost looked as if they were pouting-soft and pink. I spread them and looked with amazement when I saw how delicate the inner flesh was. My cock had long since been ready. I didn't know about the other half of her dress. It was one thing to pull it up to her waist, but entirely another matter to try to get it off. She was really a big woman.
I satisfied myself with half a loaf and took my pants off. It was great. It was even more thrilling with half her clothes on-it was a real exciting rape! That was the first time I thought of it that way. Here I was-raping a woman sleeping in my leather chair.
I got my cock in with some difficulty. She was very tight. But once I got in-it was wonderful. Her cunt was so moist and tender and I pulled in and out of her slowly, her flesh clinging to me and then I grabbed her around the buttocks and started to hump as fast as I could. It was too much. I just hunched in and out of her like crazy and it took all my strength to keep from coming right away. Her cunt was so tender and the sensations rippled over me, up and down my spine and in my balls like little electric shocks. I pumped in and out of her like a wild man then and I didn't care what happened. I figured I could get her again if I gave her extra gas.
I slid my hands under her buttocks and dug into her soft flesh, grabbed a thick handful and squeezed and hunched my hips, hammered my cock in and out then it hit me like a hammer in the balls-my juice shot in her and burned through my cock, tearing at my insides and I'm afraid I cried out.
She stirred a little and that brought me to my senses real quick. I had taken longer than I expected. I cleaned her up real fast so she wouldn't suspect right away and soon enough, she came around.
I acted real nice and she didn't say anything. But I know she liked it. . . She was one of the first ones who came back. The blonde didn't come back but the heavy brunette did. And a few others.
There was a young one. She was only a teenager. Kind of always acted funny when she came in. You know-always getting too close, looking deep into my eyes when there was no reason too and generally trying to act romantic.
She came in for work and I put her into my chair. I was so excited-I almost got ill there waiting for her to get settled in the chair.
She was pretty. Honey colored hair down to her shoulders and tight little breasts. I imagined what they looked like, firm and pink and it wasn't going to be long before I found out.
She got in the chair and I told her she would need the gas. Of course she agreed with whatever I said. I gave her a good dose and in a moment, she was out like a light. I took all her clothes off. It was wonderful. I took her white blouse off, then her skirt. I caressed her firm young legs, her thighs and even her feet. She smelled of too much perfume-probably for my benefit anyway-but it was sweet.
I slid her panties off first, slowly, torturing myself. Her navel was like a golden raisin and I swooped down to kiss it-pushed my tongue in and tasted her sweet flesh.
She moaned softly and lifted one leg. I knew it was going to be grand-I slid the panties down, exposing her white flat belly then the edge of her hair . . . Damn! It was like spun gold-so soft I scooped her in my arms, cradled her cunt and kissed her-my right arm under her waist, I lifted gently and kissed her sweet hot cunt lips . . .
My cock was aching with desire then. I climbed between her legs-gently lowered my cock until I came in contact with her delicate lips-I penetrated her immediately, easily . . . Although she was very tight, her cunt was moist and I found my prick buried quickly all the way in.
I rode her good. I slipped my cock deep until our bones ground together. It was wonderful-so hot and soft-I reached up and undid her bra, her lovely tits popped out, stood firm, white with thick pink nipples that looked like they had never been touched-I licked them, one by one and they responded, stood erect in spite of her being unconscious.
It was heaven, sheer heaven and I looked down at my cock as I thrust it into her, slammed our groins together and she moaned slightly in her
I hunched faster and faster and my leather chair squeaked. I was afraid someone would get suspicious and I had to finish quickly . . . It wasn't hard. I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked the sweet, tender pink flesh and squeezed the other breast with my hand and hunched as fast as I could and then my cock soon throbbed with the sensations that roared in my head, coursed through my blood and then exploded in her like a volcano-filling her tender little cunt with come-the juice overflowing her sweet lips and oozing down to her buttocks.
I couldn't help myself. I had to kiss her little cunt again before I put her clothes on. I pushed my tongue in and she moaned again in her sleep. Or was she asleep? Damned receptionist. She complained of a tooth ache and I said okay-I would have a look at it. Well, you've seen her. Pretty little thing. Bosomy and perhaps a little on the plump side. I never took much notice before then to be perfectly honest. I never believed in those relationships with employees.
Anyway it was raining out and not many people showed for their appointments. I found myself daydreaming about some of the women I had done in. My assistant asked me to look at her tooth.
I did-it was pretty bad and I told her it would have -to come out-I gave her some gas. When she was out, lying there so peacefully, I really took a good look at her. She was so different. Her hair was dark brown, shiny, healthy and her cheeks were rosy. I had never noticed before that there was a little dark mark on her throat and it gave me a little thrill . . .
Her breasts rose and fell and then I noticed for the first time that she didn't have anything but underwear on under her white smock. I worked fast, undid the buttons and in a few damned seconds she was lying naked there.
She really was beautiful like I said-just lovely tits with large round nipples. I had a hard on so bad I thought it would explode in my pants. I took my pants down and put the latch on the door just in case a patient might come in. What a fuck! She was tight and hot and sweet as hell. Her cunt was really something-slipping on my cock, teasing the nerve and driving me completely mad!
I looked at that sweet face, those rosy lips twitching, her cunt gripping my cock and suddenly it was all over-I moaned and arched, stiffened and pumped hard into her and started coming like there was no end-the juice just kept on shooting out of me and the next thing I knew, she was awake and shouting, kicking and scratching me . . . "You know the rest. She called the police and they came and arrested me. There was no sense in denying it.
Funny thing though. All those others never said a word and some of them even came back for more and paid, the fee! I'll never understand that.
You know that's the funny thing about women. You rape them and they scream and shout but then they always came back for more.
Some of them really started to like it after a while and they came back and paid all they had to get put under and then get fucked. They didn't really get put under though. After I knew that they were liking it I would just give them enough for them to get high on but not enough to really knock them out.
They really liked that a lot. They would get all stoned and dreamy on the Nitrous Oxide and then really get off on the fucking and the sucking that I gave them. They liked it better than anything because all their guilt and all the feelings they had about fucking somebody that was not their husbands or their lovers was all gone and they could pretend that they were out of it and didn't know what they were doing.
I tell you something doctor they are a crazy bunch of people and the more I raped them the more I realized that they had desires that were as crazy and kinky as mine were.
I thought I was pretty sick at first and it would really bother me. But then when I realized that they were getting into it as much as me I figured that I wasn't really sick after all and that I was just doing them a favor.
A lot of them took it as a favor and they would offer to come back twice and three times a week. In a way I don't blame them at all.
What does your normal housewife do all day except clean and cook and watch a lot of television. I mean they get bored and they want to do something with their lives as much as a man does.
Let me tell you. Raping all those lonely, desperate women in my office really turned me into a women's libber. I really got to understand the problems they were going through at home and I really felt bad for them in the worst way.
Anyway I know now that's it's no excuse for raping somebody but to tell you the truth most of the time it wasn't even rape. It was consent and that is one of the grounds for rape isn't it. That the other party can't have consent and must be forced into it.
Well that was the way it went for a long time and that was the way I was getting my rocks off.
I had a parade of women that would have made a playboy look sick by comparison. Some of them were really gorgeous and I had my pick of any woman that I wanted.
One of the best fucks I remember was with a real socialite. She came from the right side of town you could tell from the way she dressed and the way she carried herself that she knew what she was doing and she knew who she was doing it with.
She had been recommended by one of my other clients and she knew what the score was even before she came to me. She knew what I was going to do to her and when I told her that I had to give her the gas she told me not to give her too much because the stuff made her sick and she didn't want to miss anything. When she said that she gave me this big grin that told me she knew exactly what was going to happen.
You can bet your bottom dollar that I didn't waste any time at all with her.
I knew that I had hardly given her any gas at all but she pretended that she was already out and that she was sleeping.
I ran my hands over her body and she tightened up right away under me. She was squirming a little and I could hear sounds and moans escaping from her throat like she was really enjoying it.
I knew that she was because a grin spread all over her face while I pulled at her top and slowly drew out her tits into my hands. They were small and tight and I knew that I was going to get a mouthful of her before the session was over.
I ran my hands and my mouth all over her tits and took one nipple in my mouth and worked my tongue over it until I could hear her gasp and moan just a, little bit louder. She arched her body up to me as I increased the friction on the dark nipple of her tits.
She was a well dressed and she probably fancied herself high class and very chic. But let me tell you something doctor. When they get in that condition they are all the same and no matter how high born or high class they think they are they love to get sucked and they loved to get in the most animalistic and roughest way.
That was what really turned me on about her and that was the real reason I took her the way I did.
Making it really rough and hard for a woman like that can really make get off and can turn me on more than anything that I know of.
With her that was the way it was and that was the way I wanted to take her.
Her mouth was hanging half open and she fought for air. Her breath was short and quick and I knew that she was liking it. The stupid slut was getting a belly full of the good shit I was giving her and yet she had this angelic smile on her face. It reminded me of a saint and yet she was spreading her legs and she wanted me to fuck her.
The dichotomy of the situation was driving me crazy and I knew that I had to fuck her. I had to violate her and I had to take her in the most animal way I knew how. Her sweet innocence and the role she was pretending to play made me want her more doctor. I wanted to rip at her and show her for what she really was. She was still acting like she was unconscious.
But the wetness and the drippy cunt sauce from her naked cunt told me differently and the moans that were coming from her throat were something that betrayed her.
Her hands reached down and began to caress her own naked cunt while I worked on her tits. She was frigging herself and yet she continued to play the part of the unconscious patient that was being forced into sex.
That was the clincher for me. I knew that I could not hold myself back any more and that I just had to have her again.
Alright you cunt, I said to myself and then to her out loud. I'm going to fuck you and show you what kind of a cheap tramp you are underneath all these imagine clothes and that perfect hairdo.
I reached down into her cunt and I started to frig' and pull at the hairs of her cunt.
She moaned louder and arched her body up to me and let me have more of that cunt of hers. She wanted to be violated and hurt as much as I wanted to violate and hurt her.
She loved this kind of treatment and I could tell from the way she raised her legs and the way she spread them that she was getting a charge out of it that she had not for some time. Her cunt was sopping wet and her mouth was hanging open as I slammed my fingers all the way up her cunt and made her yelp and sting with pleasure and pain.
And she loved every minute of it.
You see doctor, it's not all my fault. When you get hold of that kind of woman that loves that kind of treatment and loves to get fucked like that you just have to give it to her no matter what you feel about the whole thing.
I could not control myself at this point and I got up on the arms of the chair with my knees and slid my cock out of my pants. It was already hard and erect and the red shaft of it was moving closer and closer to her high bred mouth.
She knew what I was doing and the cunt opened her mouth for my cock that was coming her way. I saw her tongue flick out and she scooped the head of my cock all the way into her mouth.
I thrust it all the way into her mouth and shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. She gasped and fought for air and I knew then that there was no way that she could possibly be awake. I felt her mouth and her tongue begin to work on the had of my cock and the energy and the passions that were building up in me finally came to a head.
I thrust and pushed harder all the way in until I knew that she could not possibly be able to breathe. Her eyes opened and she began to gag and that was when I shoved it in even harder. I had made her abandon that game she was playing and she knew now just the kind of woman she really was.
Her little game was over and now I was the one that was in control. She had come here to satisfy her own weird desires but now I was the one whose desires were going to be fulfilled, I was the one that was going to have the orgasm and shoot the load I had in me all the way into her mouth.
I heard her scream and beg me stop the things that I was doing to her but I knew that I could not. I was too hot and she had been too much of the pretender for me to stop now.
I wanted to feel the stream of hot come as it flooder her mouth and filled her up all the way with the stuff. She was gasping and fighting for air like a fish out of water and she gasped as the thick shaft of my cock went all the way into her throat and almost choked her to death.
I was going strong and powerful then and my cock was stiff and hard as a rock. My balls were killing me and I was racing to come. I wanted to shoot that thick cream all the way down into her throat and there was nothing in the world now that was going to stop me.
I was hotter than I had been for a long time and the sight of those carefully made up lips and that elegant hairdo beneath my cock was driving me crazy. I was pumping in and out of there like a mad man and she was fighting and kicking against me. She was fully awake and completely aware of what was going on now. Her little game was over and she was trapped under the weight of my hard thighs and under the spell of my cock.
She struggled and fought but the more she resisted the more I pumped and thrust into her. She was gasping and fighting under me and the whole room was quickly filled with the smell of our two struggling bodies. I was overpowered by the sight and the smell of her underneath me as my balls slapped and hit her chin. The shaft of my cock was now sliding in and out of her easily and with no effort.
It came out wet and slick each time and she slurped now and sucked at the juices. All the resistance had abandoned her as she began to love the feeling of my cock in her mouth and my balls against her face.
She stopped fighting and joined in on the animalistic scene that she had been wanting all along but dared not have the courage to admit to herself.
The head of my cock slid in and out of her in the most delicious way and she gobbled up all the juices that came pouring from my cock and my balls. She had her eyes half closed and her mouth wide open for the cock she wanted for so long.
Her head was thrown all the way back from the force of my thrusts and from her own need that was starting to overtake her and drive her wild with passion and lust.
She sucked and bit into the tender stiff head of my cock and she wanted all that there was of me and then more. All her composure and all her cool was thrown aside as the animal lust within her was unleashed and her needs came to the fore. There was nothing that she would not do now for the needs that were tearing and ripping her apart. She wanted me to fuck her and she lifted her legs all the way up as she tried to push me into her.
By this time I was more than ready to fuck and I let her know it.
I got down over her and I slid the thick shaft of my cock along the inside of her thighs.
She gasped and moaned and knew what I wanted and she was determined to give it to me. Her legs opened all the way for me and I let her have it right up the cunt.
As my thick prick slid into her she gasped and gave a yelp of pleasure and pain like I had never heard her do before. She was being ripped apart by the things that were aching and bursting to come out of her. All the passion and the lust that she had kept hidden from herself now came bubbling to the surface as if she were a volcano that had just exploded and was now pouting lava from the mouth.
She bucked and heaved harder into me as I slammed my cock repeatedly into and out of her like a maniac.
She was in ecstacy and I could tell, from the way her eyes were half closed and the way her mouth and her hips were pumping up at me that she was really getting off on this in a terrific way.
I could not get enough of her and she finally came flowing and hot all over the chair. Her come drenched me and she wet both of our thighs with the copious amounts of come that came streaming from her. She was tired and she wanted to stop but there was no way that I would let her. I still had not come and I was not about to for a long time. I began to hurt her and she begged me to stop. But there was no way in the world to stop what she had started and what I intended to finish. I was still strong and powerful above and I pumped for all I was worth.
I heard her voice begging and pleading up to me to stop but I could not until my own needs were satisfied.
I leaned on her heavily and I pressed the palms and my hands into her soft ripe flesh where I knew that I would hurt her.
That was what I wanted. I wanted to hurt and I was succeeding. I was giving her the fucking of her life and she knew it better than anyone else. She knew what I wanted and she fought and kicked against me in order for me to stop.
I would not until I got what I was after. Her cunt was completely open and I had no trouble sliding in and out of there. She was wet and slick and so was I and the two of us together were pounding the living shit out of each other.
My cock slid in and out of her like a wet slippery eel and she loved every minute of that great fucking that I was giving her.
She pretended now that she wanted me to stop but I could tell from the way her eyes were half closed and the way her mouth was gasping for air that she was really getting into it more and more.
Finally I bucked and strained against her for the last time and I fell heavily on her with all the weight of my body. The thick come shot all the way into her and moaned as she felt the cream seep into every pore of her body and fill her all the way up.
I finally got off her and told her to dress. I knew that she would not tell anyone because she loved it as much as I did and I also knew that she would be coming back for more one of these days.
And you know something doc? She did. She came back a lot of times and she asked for the same things and more. After a while the bit with the gas went by the boards and we just made believe all over again that I was raping her and that she was not willing to fuck me.
I guess the only place where I really screwed up was when I tried it with the nurse. She is the complete opposite. She had this thing against sex and against men.
To tell you the truth doctor, I think that she is the one that needs all the help and not me. I know what I want out of life and I know now to get it too. But her? She is a different story altogether and she should be here talking about her problems and not me.
CONCLUSION
It is clear to me that it is not at all like the subject claimed. The idea that a woman would enjoy rape and perhaps reach orgams while she is being attacked does gave some validity to it. But the fact that she would return repeatedly for sex and pay the subject money sounds a little far fetched to me.
It is my conclusion that the patient is projecting his own fantasies in this case. He would like to have women come to him and give him money in return for sex. He would like to play the role of the male prostitute and be paid for his services. That is what he really wants. But such is not the case and he feels compelled to rape the women .in order to satisfy his over active imagination.
This is a classic case of a disturbed person who projects the things he least likes about himself and give these attributes to the victims he rapes. Only on this way can he be satisfied and only in this way can he have sex with women. He must feel himself extremely desirable. Desirable to the point where women would pay him money to have sex with them.
I advised the subject to seek help immediately in getting all the help he can.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Robert L.
Age: Thirty years old.
INTERVIEW ONE
A parent complained that a teacher in the local high school had molested her daughter. Robert was identified by the parent but when confronted by the student, the young girl backed down.. . It took some time to conclude what had happened. Robert, by his own admittance, had sexually abused the girl, assaulted her in the classroom then threatened her. He said that if she told, he would get her.
Needless to say, he didn't "get" anybody. Robert was taken into custody and put under observation. I was allowed to tape the interview at the institution where Robert stays.
"I don't know how it started. It just seems like one day-there she was, naked in the room-laying naked on the desk with her legs open-her little cunt-pink cunt open and waiting for my cock . . .
I don't even remember her name. Isn't that something? I don't remember her name. But her body sticks in my mind alright. Isn't that great? I can identify her by looking at her tits and cunt.
You don't know how it is to have to sit all day long watching those girls. They know what they're doing to you. They know you can see up their skirts when you walk up and down in front of the room. They know it alright. And she was no different. In fact, the day it happened. I remember distinctly that she wasn't even wearing undies.
Image that? How can you expect a normal man to control himself when the loveliest girl in his class comes to school practically naked..
I told her to stay after class. I only wanted to tell her that I thought her display was uncalled for. She could get the boys aroused.
Next day, she showed her contempt for me by coming in wearing a tight sweater and no panties underneath. I imagine she left the house wearing one and took it off on the way to school.
Everyone noticed. You could see her hard little nipples jutting out underneath . . . Perfect little nubs . . .
I'll call her June-is that okay?-well I told her again to stay after school. She was really snippy about it at first but as the afternoon wore on she didn't look so confident. Something was boiling inside me all day and I didn't know what it was until everyone had gone home and I stood alone in the room with June. My cock was on fire.
She stood there in front of me, avoiding my eyes and I reached out, put my hand on her shoulder and she only moved away. I told her that she should be careful of the way she dressed. That only brought a flippant remark to the effect that if I didn't like it, I shouldn't look at her.
Her hair was so shiny, honey colored in the light streaming through the windows. I wanted to say so much, my legs and arms felt like rubber. Now that we were alone, I wanted to say so much, take her in my arms, hug her close and kiss her . . .
I stepped close to her again. I thought I could feel the heat of her body. My hands moved slowly, automatically up her shoulders. She looked up and started to protest but it was too late-
I pulled her close, crushed her mouth with mine and drove my burning tongue deep between her ripe young lips. She moaned against my mouth and I could feel her teeth I pressed -so hard. I brought my arms around her and crushed her lovely young breasts to me, the nipples digging into me.
I pushed my hard cock up against her and she kicked my shins. The pain shot up through my leg and I let her go instinctively and reached for my leg. . . She kicked me again and started for the door but I intercepted her, caught her shoulder and pulled-her sweater pulled away from her bare shoulder and she wheeled around-her eyes shooting fire at me but I didn't care any more.
In the midst of her protests, I pulled her sweater from her body-tugged her sweater right off-then with her lovely breasts bouncing in the light, I held tightly to her with one arm and undid her skirt-let it drop to the floor in a blue pool at her feet.
She kicked and screeched now that I had her stark naked. Her body was on fire-almost burned my fingers to touch. I inhaled her odor and it set my mind on a wild journey that ended in the head of my twitching, burning cock . . .
I'm afraid my prick ruled me then. I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face two or three times. I remember my hand was stinging very bad-I hit her very hard-and she screamed and fell back.
I caught her, picked her up in my arms, her flesh was so close to my face-her body was so delicate-I rushed to the desk and swiped everything onto the floor then put her on top . . . She held onto her face and whimpered while I got undressed. She didn't look up until I took my clothes off and climbed up onto the desk. That's when she saw my huge, red cock dangling in front of me-aiming right for her. She started to get up, screamed loud and I hit her again-her head hit the desk and made a loud bang and I wondered how she wasn't unconscious-then I told her to shut up and she wouldn't get hurt.
She mewed like a hurt kitten then and I took my cock in my hands then, rubbed all over her belly and her thick mat of silky blond pubic hairs-I shouldn't have done that because no sooner had I touched her when my cock jumped-a few drops squirted out and the damn sensations roared in my balls-she screamed again when the milky cream shot onto her thighs . . .
I hissed at her, warning her to shut up and she mewed again. I finally controlled my trembling hands and limbs and got my cock near her cunt-she whined as I pushed quickly-her cunt, so tight, pink lips stretching to take my huge cock-splitting her open with burning cock and lifting her ass-with my broad hands-up to take my cock in her silky cunt-I slammed in into her . . .
She arched her back-strained, her face turning red as I drove hard and deep and then suddenly she collapsed, fainted on the desk with me inside her.
I didn't care any longer. I started my slow, steady drive, pumping cock into her at a slow, steady rhythm, grinding my hips on her, my balls slapping her thighs, I leaned forward, took her lovely young nipples in my mouth, and sucked and bit them . . . She moaned and twisted under me and I went mad-drove my cock into her like a spear and bit her nipples until her eyes opened, filled with pain and fear and she screamed, then started to fight me, beat her little fists on my chest and face but it didn't matter to me any longer.
I was beyond pain, beyond the scene in the room. I was fucking my little venus, my dream, my love and my cock was soaked in the sweet heat of her tender little cunt and her hot breath filled my nostrils . . .
I hunched my hips faster and faster until my belly slapped against her rhythmically-I gritted my teeth cried out and stiffened-shuddered-my cock burst in her sweet heat-filled her little cunt with cream and she sobbed, twisted against me-scratched at my chest.. .
You can't imagine how I felt. It was like being in another world. Her flesh was no longer flesh but a rare silk spun by the gods-her mouth, red ' ripe fruit to be sucked-her saliva, the sweet nectar . . .
Her breasts stood firm and proud, proclaiming the beauty of youth-I kissed each pink nipple standing erect for me to admire. . . Her buttocks weighed in my hands and then a tiny trickle of love juice seeped between her silken mounds-I touched her lovely brown knot hole by mistake and she cried out.
I assured her that I wouldn't hurt her again if only she would cooperate-but she told me that she would rather be dead.
I was hard again-touching her breasts, kissing her hard nipples, running the flat palm of my hand gently over her fait, hard belly, down to the thick jungle of shiny hair-the hard dip of bone into her soft lips-juice filled fleshly cup-I wanted so much to kiss her little cunt-taste her soft lips but I knew what would happen if I released my grip on her wrists. She would try to run away.
That would have caused complications. For at that very moment, I heard someone in the hall. It must have been the janitor. I didn't hear anything but footsteps.
June was going to scream. I knew it, I could feel in my bones that she was going to scream. That's when I told her that I would get her if she told anyone. I made her swear on pain of death that she would never reveal to anyone what had happened there. She started to cry but she agreed.
She looked so lovely, so defenseless that I wanted to caress her, kiss her-but she moved her face away when I tried to kiss her ripe mouth . . .
My cock started growing inside her again. She squirmed, pulled her legs up and tried to get away but I held her with my weight-pinned her to the wooden desk top and then I moved my hips, long, slow movements that pulled my cock out then I shoved in hard-she stiffened each time I drove in deep, deeper until I slammed my body hard against her, forcing the air out of her lungs . . .
It was soon over. . . my cock was shooting deep into her again, filling her with love juice-she twisted and cried out that I was a beast-and worse. But we won't go into that.
A short time later I was confronted by the parents and police. It was a relief really. I couldn't sleep at night, dreaming of June-her perfect little breasts, proud nipples and her flat belly-no doubt tanned by the sun now-and her cunt-the well of happiness for me-my life . . . "
I was so taken by her that nothing in the world could have stopped me from doing what I did. It was not the first time that I had done something like that in my life.
The other people involved don't know about it but I guess now it doesn't really matter. I can feel safe telling you and I know that you can tell them. I really don't mind. I guess it would be tter to get it all out in the open and try to face up to it like a man.
The first time I raped a girl was near the vicinity of the school. As a matter-of-fact she was one of my students as well. She was very much like June and I guess that's why I raped her too.
She was doing well in my class and I knew that she was very interested in the subject because she and I would often engage in conversations about the subject after class.
She was bright and she was very pretty as well. She was soft and delicate and tender in a way that made you want to take her and fuck her.
She also had long blonde hair and a fair skin that was just aching to be touched and fondled. She was impish in her own way and I wanted her from the first time I saw her. I never dreamed that one day I would do what I did to her. I was happy just having fantasies of her.
But one day the opportunity showed itself and there was no way that I could turn it down.
She was talking about a book that she had read and I happened to have the sequel to it at my apartment. She asked if she could borrow it and I told her that I had to go all the way home and get it and that I would bring it back to her as soon as I could.
She said that she would like to accompany me and all of a sudden I got a limp in my throat and a bulge began to form in my pants.
I knew I was getting horny at the thought of making it with her and I hoped that I would have the strength to resist the temptation of her flesh and the invitation of her eyes.
She was giving me the come on and when we stepped through the door of my apartment I knew then and there that I was going to have her one way or another. If she was willing fine. If she was not then I would have to force her.
I walked to the bookshelf and I picked out the book she wanted. As I handed it to her the back of my hands rubbed against the tip of her nipples. She blushed a little and then began to giggle.
I was not in a giggling mood and I reached out and put my hands on her tits. There was no mistaking my intentions now. This was no accident on my part and I let her know it when I squeezed the nipples of her tits between my fingers.
She tried to get away from me and I held her tighter by the nipple. She wrenched herself away and made for the door. But I jumped in front of her and blocked her path.
I was panting and breathing heavily and there was no way now that I could possibly stop myself from dong what I had in mind.
I walked to her and put my arms around her. She tried to get away and the more she fought against me the more I pulled her to me.
She tried to scream but I covered her mouth with my hands. She could hardly breathe and I knew that she would soon pass out if I continued to hold her around the mouth like that.
I was behind her and holding on to her mouth and her tits at the same time. She was fighting and trying like hell to get away from me but I was stronger than she could ever be and I held her tight while my hands began to explore her body.
I shot my hands up her skirt and felt the damp tops of her thighs and knew that despite the fact that she was struggling she was going to enjoy herself and she was going to fuck me.
Her cunt was already wet through her panties and she was perspiring and breathing heavily. I wanted her more than ever now as I smelled the perfume rise from her with the increase of her sweating and the increase in her activity.
I tore at her top and the things came off in my hand. She was standing now in front of me naked from the waist up and I was dying to get her completely naked.
My mouth tore at her and she gasped and fought against me with all the strength she had.
But it was useless for her to struggle. I was far stronger than her and I was going to take her one way or another. I ran the rough tips of my fingers over her nipples and she gave a yelp as if someone had just stabbed her with something.
I could feel the tender flesh beneath my fingers as I stroked and pulled at them until they became hard and erect. She was gasping louder now but it was for another reason. She was gasping with pleasure and I knew that I finally had her under my control.
As I removed her skirt I could see that she was beginning to relax and that she was beginning to enjoy herself. She was leaning harder against me and she was heaving and sighing her breasts up and down on her chest.
She told me that she was a virgin and that I should be careful with her. That sounded an awful lot like she was trying to give me the go ahead and that I should just be careful not to hurt her.
I let her go and motioned her to get to the bed that was in the other room.
She was more than willing to go and I watched as her tits jiggled up and down on her chest as she walked. She was a great looking girl and I knew that I was going to have a great time with her. Despite the fact that she was a virgin she was willing and ready to fuck. That excited more than anything and I was panting and almost choking from the lump that had formed in my throat.
She lay on her back in the bed and she held her areas open to me. She still had her dress on and the top of her was naked. The sight of her laying like that on the bed turned me crimson with passion and I almost jumped on top of er with the lust that was rushing through my body.
I was steaming and bursting with the passions that were running through me. I gritted my teeth and sighed heavily on top of her as the things inside sought to escape.
When she saw just how powerful and urgent were my needs she became frightened. She told me to take it easy and she wanted me to slow down and not be so rough. But it was all I could do to keep myself in control of the situation. I was hot and heavy and there was not stopping me now.
She gasped and was about to scream and I just let her. There would be nobody around to hear her scream and I knew that she would only be screaming for a little while.
I spread her legs with my hands and let her have the tip of my cock between her legs. She cried out in pain and pleasure as the tip of my cock found its way to the opening of her cunt and slid all the way in there until it could go no further. She was impaled on my cock and her tender pink cunt lips were spread wide from the thickness of the thick shaft of my prick.
I had her now and there was nothing she could do to get out of it.
She twisted and squirmed below me as the shaft of my cock slid in and out of her in the greatest way that I knew. She was beginning to get wet and slippery and I had no trouble at all any more shoving my cock in and out of her.
She was in pleasure and passion now and she was enjoying it as much as me. She was getting into the whole scene and she was liking it more and more. Her cries of pain became soon cries of pleasure as her virgin cunt was being pulled apart and her clitoris was becoming hard and erect at the top of her slit.
She was so wide now that I would never have thought that she was a virgin. She made all the room for me there was but she was still tight and nice around the shaft of my cock and around the head of my prick.
She was really a good fuck and she knew it. She squirmed and bucked up against me like a pro and for the little girl she was she sure knew an awful lot about sex. Her little hands reached down and grabbed me by the bottoms of the balls. She dug her fingernails under the area of my ass and she ran them lightly yet forcefully over the whole area and all the way around my balls. She sure felt good in there and she knew how to turn me on.
This was one virgin that was really getting a charge out of getting raped.
After a while I could feel her stiffening up and I saw her eyes close and her mouth contort in a smile of pleasure and delight. She was loving it now and I could see from her face that she wanted more.
Then she suddenly exploded beneath me and her buckings and her shoves were going faster and faster. She was driving herself harder and harder against me until she finally flooded by cock and her thighs as well as mine with the thick cream from her cunt.
She was great when she came like that and the whole room was filled with the smell of her and her young female body in heat. The smell of my balls and my cock mingled with the smell of her cunt and her perfume to make an aphrodisiac redolence that just made me more horny and more excited than before.
She bucked and fought against me as she came and then she lay back in pleasure and satisfaction.
I was still going strong and after she came I was beginning to hurt her. I knew I was but there was nothing that I could do about it. There was nothing I could do about the needs inside me that were crying out to be filled and the juice in my balls was screaming to be released into her hot little cunt.
She begged and pleaded with me to get out of there but I could not. There was no way for me to stop and then I exploded and filled her tender pussy with the thick cream of my come.
Only after I came did I realize that she was a student and that I could get into a lot of trouble for doing this. I knew I could go to jail for having fucked her but I hoped and I pleaded with her not to tell anyone. If she did
I threatened to really hurt her for good.
That shut her up and she dressed quickly wanting like hell to get out of my apartment.
I let her go without a word and hoped that she would not tell anyone about what happened.
That was the first time doctor, and I swore to myself that it was going to be my last. But I guess I was wrong. The other time you and everybody else knows about it. I can't control myself. I just can't.
In a way I am glad that I am in this place now and that I won't hurt any more little girls.
CONCLUSION.
The subject is no longer a threat to society and he is safely behind bars. His problem though cannot be solved that easily.
The problems of the mind and the psycho-sexual needs within him are still unresolved and it will take years of treatment to cure it. His real problem is still a mystery to me and it will take dozens of interviews of this kind in order for. anyone to get to the real roots of the cause.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Name: James L.
Age: Sixteen years old.
INTERVIEW ONE
James is a very fair haired, light skinned boy of sixteen. His eyes are deep blue and sometimes, one is forced to look away. James seems unaware of this ability to make one look away. He is attending a well-known boy's school outside the city. The school has a very good reputation. Most of its graduates have become some of the best known men in the country. Therefore, when James was accused of raping ten young women, the school officials insisted that he be placed under observation. It enabled them to avoid adverse publicity.
My attention was called to his case by one of the staff doctors. He said it was a special interest case because of the manner in which James attacked the women. He always mounted them from behind-the so called dog fashion.
When I met him, Bob was very polite, calm. He seemed very shy and blushed quite frequently and for no apparent reason. I explained the purpose of my interview and he seemed eager to help. After a brief question period concerning his life at home, I felt that I had gained his confidence.
It seems that James's parents had entered him in the boys school to get rid of him. They were still rather young, having married and had a son at a relatively early age, his parents wanted more of the pleasure of life than the responsibilities. And so, James was signed into a school. Luckily, James's father was wealthy enough to afford one of the best. But although a private school carries a well known faculty, supplies the best of everything, doesn't necessarily mean that the students themselves may not indulge in questionable practices. James found out the hard way, his first week at the school, he was attacked in the shower by fifteen upper class boys. They left him battered and humiliated for whoever wanted him that night-a night he wouldn't forget very soon . . .
"Can you remember what and why-How the boys were provoked into attacking you?"
"No one provoked them-one of the guys started to push me around-they called me names and the next thing I knew, they jumped me . . . "
His voice trailed off. I realized that I was in danger of alienating him so I switched to our original purpose. "Can you tell me in your .own words what happened between you and the women."
"I . . . I just did what the police say I did-I waited on the dark streets at night, jumped out and pulled them into alleys-the young women-I just did what the police said."
"Yes. That I know. Now tell me in your own words what happened."
James sat up straight. He appeared nervous now but still under control. He seemed to be collecting his thoughts and his lips twitched slightly. James avoided my eyes altogether now.
"Well-of course what they did to me at the school-it had nothing to do with those girls of course-you know that. But it was horrible-just horrible. I wanted to crawl out of my skin or in a corner or lie in a hole and die. I sneaked out of the school building and off the grounds. It was really dark out and nobody saw me. I wandered around on the road for what seemed like hours. I didn't even know what direction I was headed in and didn't care.
There was a noise on the road-a few miles from school but it was so dark I couldn't see. So I stepped off the road and hid behind a tree. I waited for the footsteps to get real close. I figured one of the guys followed me from school. I was going to jump the bastard and give him a taste of the same medicine I had gotten from the rest of them.
Well, I jumped out-got the person around the neck from behind and covered his mouth. He struggled but it was easier than I thought and I got him down on the ground in no time. He kicked and bit and scratched but like I said, it seemed pretty easy-I must have really been scared because I didn't even realize that it was a girl until I tried to take her pants down . . . She was wearing a light dress and then I realized that her tits were crushed under my arm . . . But I wasn't going to let it stop me-the fact that she was a girl.
I forced her onto the ground and pulled that dress up over her back, ripped her flimsy cotton panties to shreds. My cock was ready to explode-it was thick and hot and the head was all bright red. I never saw it like that before. The girl struggled as I maneuvered, got my cock against her shiny buttocks. I couldn't see too much but I could feel her hot body, squirming. Well, she stopped when I grabbed her tits hard in both hands and squeezed . . . Yeah . . . she stopped then and I got my prick in close, touched her cunt.. . Of course I didn't realize at the time what was what so I just pushed where instinct told me to go and there it was . . . Not all that easy thought.
That girl thrashed about, kicked and twisted under me as soon as my cock touched her ripe young cunt. Well, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lunged forward and drove my burning cock right into her-it went in hard and deep and she twisted and screamed under me. I went a little crazy then and started to punch her and slam my cock in her like a hammer and even though it hurt me real bad, I pushed heard . . . It's like all I wanted to do was hurt somebody-I didn't care who. Anyway, I fucked her for a long time. My cock was throbbing, alive with new sensations. I didn't really know what was happening to me and I didn't care-all I knew was I got my revenge-took out my anger on somebody. It didn't matter who.
She struggled now, begged and pleaded with me to be easy. I remember how she squirmed.
Damn-it really started me off on a thrill like I never felt before in my life . . . It started deep inside me-hot and then sliced like a knife up through my belly and I shot into her-for the first time-I shot this hot juice into her cunt and she grunted, groaned . . .
I pulled it out of her then and ran. I hiked my pants and ran like hell into the trees without looking back. I know she didn't see me. Of course I was scared next day but after that, I knew she hadn't seen me or the teacher would have called me out.. . "
"Go on . . . Tell me about another . . . whichever comes to mind."
"There was a girl in the school kitchen. She's about the same age as me-sixteen. I was assigned to kitchen help one day-it was right before parents visiting day and they wanted the school spotless. The girl was there when I arrived late in the afternoon. One of the cooks told me to clean up a small storeroom. While I worked on the shelves of canned food, the girl came in. I remember how quiet it was and the smell of dust and the wood of the shelving. Her skirts rustled in that close quiet and a sudden thrill shot right through me like a spear. I knew then what I was going to do . . .
She glanced at me a few times out of the comer of her eye but pretended not to notice me. Well.. . I worked my way close to her and
I could smell her body. It was sweet but musky at the same time and my cock was vibrating. I really liked her simple cotton skirts-billowy and long, like something out of a picture in the old days-you know what I mean? Anyway . . . I stepped out of the room quickly and found that everyone had gone so back into the store room I went, slammed the door.. .
She tried to scream at first but I threatened her with my fist again and she just started to whimper, cry while I pulled her dress up and grabbed her fluffy cunt. It was cool and dry and she whimpered like crazy, then cried loud when I pushed my finger in,. . It was incredibly tight and my prick took over. It got hard and hot and I wasn't thinking any more . . . I pulled her dress all the way off, then her bra. She didn't even attempt to cover herself, just stood there and whimpered while I touched her. I squeezed those thick, pink tits and the nipples bulged between my fingers. I leaned forward and kissed each nipple. They tasted sweet and I covered them with my hot mouth and sucked eagerly. She pushed then and told me to get away from her.
I pulled her hair and snapped her head back. You should have seen the look in her eye; like she was going to die of fright or something. And I pulled her over to the flower sacks and ripped her petticoat and panties off. She really started to cry now that she was naked. What a figure she had! Her tits were thick and pointed with those dark pink nipples and her belly flattened, then her hair puffed out around her tight little cunt. Her hips were lovely and I remember the heat of her skin when I touched her . . .
My prick was on fire then and I forced her to lay on her belly over the sacks of flour. She whimpered and begged me not to do anything-I guess she thought I was going to beat her-I took my pants off-leaned over her back and spread her lovely white thighs. Her cunt stared at me, those perfect pink lips, aching for cock and I lunged hard at her, not caring any more. My cock rammed into her cunt and she grunted, suppressing a cry in her throat and gurgling as my thick, burning cock rammed straight into her, filled her quickly with hot flesh and she whimpered as I fell on her back now, grabbed her shoulders and. fucked until my belly slapped loud on her buttocks and she whimpered and whined and suddenly when I looked down, she was a boy-the biggest boy in school and then when she twisted her head to the side, her hair swished and I recognized my mother-my mother there-my lovely mother-I had seen her naked in the bath and my prick was twitching so hard then and she saw me looking at her beautiful nipples-jutting out and covered with a thin film of soap-she frowned at me for looking so long-I remember she told my father later on and he beat me with a leather belt-I was ashamed.
But now this girl was defenseless under me and my cock rammed away in her cunt and to me it was simply heaven and all my anger started to well up inside of me-I grabbed her long brown hair and pulled her head back like a horse-she cried out for mercy and her cries made something snap inside of me-I hit her, slapped her round white buttocks with my open palm until the skin flushed fiery red and she twisted and squirmed, yelped each time I hit her and my cock was ready to burst inside her. Each time I hit her, she twisted hard and sensations fired up through my cock.
Her breasts were crushed on the sacks and I fell on her again, humping as hard as I could in her cunt and then my mother's face flashed through my mind again and I felt my cock swell suddenly . . . my body stiffened and I came inside of her in a fiery blast . . . gushing my juice into her and the sensations rippling through me almost made me scream."
"Was that the last time you pictured your mother while raping another woman?"
"No. I.. . I saw her every time after that.
And in fact, it got so vivid . . . I mean the faces would be hers and the bodies would be her. I didn't see the other boys any more like in the beginning. At first, I was getting revenge on them but then it was my mother I was fucking . . . why do you suppose . . . "
"What about the others?"
"Well, the boys attacked me once again but I was ready for them. I had a hunting knife I bought and they were scared of me then. None of them would dare come near me."
"But isn't the knife the reason you were finally caught?"
"Yes. I imagine. The last girl-a beautiful blonde-she was in town. I remember it was a late Saturday night. I had sneaked off from school to go to the movies and I saw her sitting in front of me. I wanted desperately to touch her all through the show. When she left, I followed a little way behind her until we came to a dark side street. I grabbed her and she fought me. Kicked and scratched. It hurt. I have a scar here-see on my cheek? Well, I panicked and pulled out my hunting knife. You see, I always carried it. I told her to keep her mouth shut and she did.
Then I don't know exactly why, but I cut her clothes off with the knife-it was so good to slice those clothes from her pale skin. She was naked and trembling, trying desperately to cover her lovely body. I could see her cunt all covered with thick fluffy hair and her thighs, her belly heaving and her tits-superb little hard nobs-thick nipples jutting out like ripe little fruits . . .
My cock was hard as stone and I pulled it out. She backed away and I threatened her again so she stayed there against the wall. It was hard to control myself. For some crazy reason, I wanted to bite her, draw blood-eat her like a ripe pear-I made her get on her hands and knees and slipped my thick cock up behind her. I held the knife at her throat while I put my cock into that tight cunt.
She twisted and fought at first but I got it into her and settled down, let the knife drop and I pumped in her trembling body then and she was sobbing, her head hanging and I grabbed both tits under her and squeezed until the nipples were hard nubs and she cried out, bawling like a little kid, asking me to leave her alone-and suddenly, it was mom all over again under me-begging me to forgive her and I fucked harder, feeling the sensations riding in me, her flesh pliable and hot under me and her body being tortured . . . My balls leapt in the sac, slammed against her and then I was coming fast and hard, shooting hot juice into her cunt and she screamed-she screamed loud and the noise filled my ears-rattled in my head as she screamed.
But there were a lot more girls than anybody knows about doctor.
There were so many that I almost forgot most of them. They were all young and tender and all of them reminded me in some way about my mother. They all looked like her after a while and they all had then things that my mother did.
I don't know if I was imagining it or if it was real but they all looked like her and they all carried themselves in the same way.
There was one girl that I met at the house of a friend. She wasn't really a rape but she fuck me against her will. I had a real good time with her and she liked it too. I met a bunch of girls that were like that. They would pretend that they didn't like it at first and then they would really get into it more than me.
That was the way they are sometimes, doctor. They make believe that they hate it and then they turn around and they start digging the shit out of it.
Well, any way, this girl was the friend of one of my friend's sisters. It was me and my friend and his sister and this girl. The four of us were just sitting around talking and we were having a pretty good time. I almost forgot about all the things that I had been doing up to now and I was feeling pretty good about everything. Things were going along pretty good there and then she, her name was Theo, decided that she had to go home. I watched her go and then I said that I had to go home too.
I don't know what made me follow her but it was something that I did out of instinct or gut feeling or something. I had no intention of raping her or anything like that. All I wanted to do was to go home. I really did.
I saw her up the road from me and then I recognized her as the girl that was with my friends in the house. All of a sudden I got that old feeling again that I wanted to get to her, wanted to feel her body up against me.
That was the most powerful feeling that I know of-when you get the urge to do that there is just no way that I can stop it. It is too much to resist.
I walked along behind her for the longest time and I was afraid that she was going to head for the lights that were up ahead on the path. But she didn't. She turned on the road and headed for the side road that lead to the school where she went. I knew that it was the chance that I had been waiting for. I knew that now I was going to get her and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
I walked along in the bushes behind her and to the side of her and I knew that she would hear me there. She would turn around from time to time and she would look and try to see what was going on. That always turn me on more than anything. I love it when they get a little scared and they start to sweat a little.
Then she finally stopped in her tracks and started to look around for what she was sure was someone following her.
That's when I pounced. I jumped out of the bushes and jumped right on top of her. She was so surprised that she didn't even scream or anything like that. She just stood frozen where she was and she did not move a muscle.
I ran my hands over to her mouth and I covered it in case she decided to scream or in case she might want to run or something. As I held her, tight like that I started to run my hands over her tits and over her thighs. As soon as she figured out what it was that I wanted she calmed down and let me do whatever I wanted to her. I could feel her spread legs below me like that and I knew that she was going to let me do anything that I wanted to.
That really surprised me, doctor. That really gave me something to think about. I was so surprised that I just stood there for a minute not knowing what to do and not knowing where to put my hands next.
She spoke something to me and I had to ask her to repeat it because I did not believe what she said. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her, and that if I did we should go into the bushes and do it right. My mouth almost hung down to my feet, I could not believe what she said to me and I took some time for the thing to register in my head.
Finally I got myself together and decided to take her at her word. I dragged her into the bushes and she lay down on the ground of her own will. I was sure that she had recognized me because I thought I heard her say my name once. But I can't be sure.
I stood above her and watched as she hiked up her skirt and ground her cunt up in the air to me.
I never had a girl who did anything like that before. She was pumping up and down with her cunt like that and she was giving the come on of my life. She was really hot and she was showing it to me in no uncertain way.
She ran her hands down to her cunt and she started to rub and her crotch through the fabric of her panties. She was hot and in the darkness and the dampness of the night I could smell the husky aroma of her cunt and I knew that she was waiting for me to do something. I was not used to fucking girls while they were willing and I was taken aback by the whole thing. I didn't know what to do about a situation like that and there was some quick, learning that I had to do. I knew that I had to be cool about the whole thing and I hoped that she would not tell anybody about the fact that I almost raped her.
She kept telling me to come on and to ge on her and start the thing moving. I was shook and I showed it. She started to laugh at me and that got me really mad. I was angry and my breath started to come hard and heavy as I watched her grind and buck against the air. She was laughing harder now and that was when I got really mad. I leaned down and punched her telling her to shut up or I would kick her right in the cunt.
She shut up and knew that I meant business.
I got on top of her then and I got turned on only after she started crying and only after she started to fight against me. That is the funny thing about me. I only get turned on when girls resist.
I ripped her panties off and they became tatters in my hands. She was naked and exposed below me now and I knew that I wanted to rape her more than anything in the world that moment.
She was crying louder now and I had to put my hands over her mouth to keep her from crying out loud. She was begging me to leave her alone but that was the wrong thing for her to say. That was all wrong and she knew from the way that I started to rip at the rest of her clothes and the way that I whipped out my cock and let it sit right over her mouth. I wanted her to blow and she was going to do it even if I had to kill her.
I grabbed her around the throat and I choked her until her mouth was open. As soon as I saw that her mouth was open I shoved the shaft of my cock all the way down into her throat. She was gasping and choking and then I knew that I got what I wanted, I made her suffer and as soon as I realized that I knew that I was going to come.
I spurted the thick come all over her mouth and her chin and the stuff ran down her like thick custard. She loved it and hated it at the same time but I was really loving every minute of it. I was getting into it more and more all the time and I knew that I finally got what I wanted.
After I came she wanted to know if she could go. That was the wrong thing for her to say again. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. I said that I would not let her go until I was satisfied in every way. She cried more when she heard that and I got more horny. I was flaming hot by now and I showed it.
My breath was hot and quick and I was panting like a dog. I spread her legs with my hands and she fought against me every inch of the way. She was dying to get out of there but I would not let her go for anything in the world. She was too good to be let go of and I was going to fuck her if it was the last thing I would ever do.
Her cunt was tight and the first time that I tried to jab my cock in there I could not penetrate. I decided that the best thing to do would be to try it first with my finger. I jabbed the digit hard in there and I felt her open herself all the way to me. Her cunt was hot and wet and I knew that she would eventually give herself completely to me in no time at all.
She started to spread her legs of her own free will now and that turned me off just a little bit. But it was not enough to turn me off completely and I knew that I still wanted to fuck her now.
I could smell her cunt as it got hotter and hotter and I knew that she was getting turned on by the whole scene and that she was loving every minute of the rape.
When she finally reached her arms up to me I knew that she wanted me to get her as bad as I wanted to get into her. I lowered myself down on top of her and I felt the tip of my cock wedged against her cunt. She reached for the back of my thighs and pushed me as hard as she could all the way into her. My cock was surrounded by her hot cunt and the feelings that I got in me were something that were just out of this world. She was so sweet and tight in there that I never wanted to come out.
I felt her back arch and I knew then that she was getting into it all the way. I knew that she was loving all the good fucking that I was giving her and I knew that she was going to come soon.
Her breath was hot and heavy on me and I knew that she was going to take my meat all the way inside her and grind the living shit out of it.
That first penetration was something that I will never forget as long as I live. I was so nice and hot in there and she was so tight that I felt like every ounce of energy and every drop of my come was going to be sucked out of me and all the way into her hot box.
She was great and I could not get enough of her.
She was gasping and moaning by now and she was fighting and squirming below me. Her calves and the backs of her feet were kicking and fighting into the back of my thighs and into my ass. She was giving me all the excitement and all the passion that was inside her and always going crazy from the great fucking that she was giving me.
Her mouth was open and her cunt was pulling at me in the most terrific way. She was no slouch when it came to fucking and I knew that she must have done this at least a thousand times in her life. The little slut must have given it to a hundred guys already and she was no older than sixteen.
Finally as she started to come I began to pound harder and harder into her until all the juices and all the things that were inside of me were coming out in one long deluge of come and one long orgasm.
She was feeling it too and I knew from the way she was moving and gyrating around under me that she was going crazy as well as I was.
She tightened the muscles of her cunt around the shaft of my cock and I was sucked into the most terrific orgasm that I ever had. She was pulling and pulling at the head and the shaft of my cock in the most incredible way and 'she sucked at my neck and the hollow of my shoulder.
She knew her way around me and she knew how to do all the things that turned me on. She knew how to tighten her cunt in just the right way and she knew how and when to suck on a guy's ear to make him come just at the same time that she was coming.
We both exploded time after time into each other and we were both going crazy from the fucking that had just taken place between us. She was half delirious with the things that were happening inside her and she sure knew how to do things to make me and herself come.
I finally pulled myself away from her and pulled up my pants to leave. She grabbed me and said that if I didn't want her to tell anybody that I raped her I would have to come back and do this any time she wanted.
There was no way out of it. She knew who my friend was and she knew where I could be reached so there was no point in giving her a phony phone number. I was hooked and there was no way that I could get out of it. There was nothing I could do except do whatever it was that she wanted me to do.
I was hooked but it was a nice kind of hook. I knew that I really liked to fuck that kind of girl because she liked it rough like me. She liked that rough treatment and she liked the way I fucked her and the way I responded to her.
We fucked a whole lot of times after that. We did it so often that I kind of got to consider her as sort of my girlfriend.
It was a nice thing really and I really got to like her after a while. She was a little crazy but that didn't bother me at all. All that mattered to me was that we had a good time and that we fucked a lot.
It didn't last very long though because one day I went to her house to get her and go to a movie or something and I found her fucking some other guy in the living room. She was on the floor and the guy was sucking her out while she was blowing him off.
She told me to get lost and to come back after but I never went back and she didn't try to get in touch with me. I figured it was just like a woman to do something like that and that I should have been expecting it all along.
So I just went out and kept doing the things that I had been doing with other girls. You know, raping and attacking them whenever the chance came up.
I guess I was happier that way and I guess that was the way a guy like me can relate to other women. They won't give me a chance to get it on with them in any other way.
I guess it's just my luck and I have to live with it the best way I can.
I don't really mind though. I get a chance to meet a lot of girls that way and maybe someday I'll be able to find another girl like that again. -
I don't know. I can always try.
In a way I guess that I'm glad that they caught me. These doctors and you can maybe tell me what is wrong with me and maybe you can fix me up in some way.
I was also afraid that one of these days I was going to hurt somebody and that I was going to get arrested for really doing somebody harm like murder or something like that. I was always afraid of that and I knew that I often had the urge to kill. I would always find myself in the situation of wanting to really cream somebody in the worst way.
Now that I'm here I guess there won't be any need to be afraid or anything like that.
CONCLUSION
It is clear to me that the main problem with the above subject is that he had never been able to relate to women in any positive way.
I am also of the opinion that his mother had been a great and an unnatural influence of his life. She stunted and restrained him from ever growing up and from ever being able ro relate to anyone in any way that would have been beneficial or healthy for him.
I could only council him to seek the help that the authorities will provide him with.
It is the only thing that he can do under the circumstances and it is the only way that he can start on that long road to recovery.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
William F.
Age: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Responding to a call my neighbors, police arrived at the apartment of Mrs. J.N. and found her nude and hysterical. She said a man had entered her home and raped her. He was described as her delivery man. He had gained entrance to her apartment to make a collection. A few moments later, he attacked and raped her.
William consented to an interview if I didn't use his name. The following is his account of the sexual assault. His real name is not William F.
"I didn't feel any different that morning. Hah. I say, that morning like it was special after all. Well, it was collection day. This broad . . . Mrs. (Name blanked out of tape), came to the door in her nightgown. One of them see through gowns. She looked sleepy but she smiled and asked me to come in. I didn't want to really.
But she insisted and I went in and then she made me a cup of coffee. I didn't want it but to be polite, I drank it. She started to go through her handbag and funny but my breath caught in my throat. I could see her nipples through the cloth and I sweated. I could see her hair in her lap right through that filmy stuff. Really.
It got me all excited. My fingers were numb and my palms started sweating. She has big tits. I went over and then the rest was like a sort of dream. She looked up at me with a big smile on my face and I bent over her and the smile sort of faded and then my face blocked out the light and there was her mouth, soft and ripe and sweet. Her tongue touched mine and then suddenly all hell broke loose.
She started to kick at me-she did get me in the shins and then punched me in the face. I let her have it. I hit her in the face I guess and the force knocked her back. She was sprawled on the floor and her gown ripped open. Those lush pink tits stared me right in the face and my cock got hard as stone. I don't remember how it happened but there I was without any pants on in a few minutes.
I remember seeing my pants on the floor across the room. The woman was hollering loud and I grabbed her by the hair, smacked her across the face and she stopped for a second. My cock was only a few inches from her ripe, red mouth. Her eyes were full of fear and her tits rose and fell as she gasped for air.
My cock was thick. I had never seen it that red before either. I'm telling you it was throbbing, moving by itself and I couldn't control it. I stooped down over her then ripped the gown all the way open-her beautiful mound of dark curly hair protected her tight lipped cunt and I got between her legs.
She started to come around then and when she realized what I was doing, she tried to get away again but I hit her again-knocked her back and she moaned and whimpered.
My cock was ready to come all right. I had to hold my breath. Her body was so beautiful. Her tits were thick and creamy and those round nipples pouting-sticking up like two sharp red points and I kissed them, bit on them and she groaned and twisted again. She tried to get away by inching back-as if I wouldn't notice. But I stopped her alright.
That was when I got my cock in her. I pushed up to her cunt and just pressed steadily-it burned because her lips were dry and tight and she started gasping for air, choking and reaching down with her hands as if she could hold me back.
I got my cock in, the head disappeared in her and I'm telling you it was so hot and wonderful-I was vibrating all over-her cunt clamped down on my cock and squeezed until I almost went mad with the sensations roaring in my body. Her cunt twitched and squeezed and my balls tingled.
I shoved hard and pushed her back. Her head hit the floor and I didn't realize for a few moments that she was lying still. I just felt the thrills in my balls and I started to push all the way into her then. I filled her cunt all the way and it was wonderful. It was hot and moist and wonderful.
She didn't move and I gazed down at her body-those delicious tits begging to be eaten, her flat belly, the thick curly hair and my cock stuffed in her cunt-her thighs-she looked so defenseless there with her eyes closed-her lips slightly parted-
I started hunching in her then-rocking back and forth and pulling my prick out-pushing in until the thrills were burning me-she moved slowly and her eyes opened. She was startled-her mouth opened wide and I heard her voice howling-screaming as I rammed in and out of her and my cock throbbed, filled with boiling blood-She screamed loud and long and tried to scratch and kick at me but I had a good grip on her and just fucked harder until her cries filled my ears and cut into my brain and I just hit her again in the face-I think. Anyway I remember that I hit her quite a few times before she quieted down. I fell on top of her then and listened hard to her heart beat, my ear pressed on her tits while I gripped her buttocks and jerked my cock in and out of her as fast as I could.
Her cunt was still clinging tightly to me and I pumped harder, faster and the red hot sensations collected in my groin then spread throughout my body-into my thighs and my balls and I dug my fingers into her flesh, squeezed and then she opened her mouth and cried out again, arched up against me, pressing her tits into me and beat at my shoulders with her fists as I rammed-the fire shot out of me-gushed into her twitching cunt and she hollered and twisted, squirmed under me and hit me repeatedly with her small fists.
We lay there for some time. She was gasping and sobbing and I was going around and around. My head spinning, drove me wild again. I saw her face-her mouth so red and sweet and I inched up and kissed her. She tried to bite my lips and it just made my blood boil. My cock started getting hard again inside her.
She tried to get up again and I pulled my cock out She looked so lovely spread out on the floor and I grabbed her legs-twisted them one over the other and forced her onto her belly. She asked me what I was doing-she looked back real scared then. I looked at her plump buttocks and my cock jumped.
She looked wonderful. Her waist flared out from her hips like an hour glass and her buttocks looked like an upside down heart-the dark furrow separating them was deep-soft and I licked my lips.
She asked me what I was doing but instead of answering I just took my stiff, wet cock, slipped up close to her and put that hard flesh on her. She whimpered and twisted away but I caught her around the waist with both hands and held her tight until I forced my cock in her. It wasn't easy. Her ass was tight and small. My prick burned and I looked down-the head couldn't penetrate her ass-I didn't know what to do but I had to fuck her-I slipped my prick into her wet cunt-squirmed around and got it all slippery again, then pulled it out and rammed it" to her.
Well-it slid in a little ways-just enough to let me feel it. It squeezed the head of my prick tight and rasped the nerve under the head-my cock almost exploded right then and there-I pushed and grunted, pulled back on her waist but she tried to lean forward and get me out again.
I gave a last hard, desperate lunge-and my cock bore right in-I drove it clear up until my belly slapped her buttocks.
She started to scream and twist and shout and pull away. But, it was no use. My cock was buried deep inside her and I felt the heat of her ass-her little muscle clamped tight around my cock and every time I pulled out real slow-she would moan-
I was nearly out of my mind as I jerked slowly in and out of her-her buttocks slapped me every time I lunged forward-her right muscle squeezed my cock, tweaked the tight nerve and I just went out of control then.
I leaned over her back, grabbed her tits and ' squeezed while I rocked fast and hard, driving my whole cock in then out of her ass and she was on all fours like a hurt animal and crying and screaming, sobbing, twisting her body and trying to get away but not realizing that the more she twisted, the greater the sensations in my cock-her .tight muscle squirming around my nerve-
Finally, I felt my blood boiling, rushing down to my balls then fill my cock and I humped faster and faster, the sensations rolled over me and she started to whimper like she knew what was going to happen-I crushed her tits, pinched the nipples until she hollered-then my prick shot the flames into her-the hot juice squirming deep into her ass and she fell on her face and sobbed loud-her whole body shaking while my cock emptied into her-
I felt great. All the fucking seemed to bring me back to life but the woman was really frightened. She looked at me like a wounded animal. By that time, she had crawled up against the wall and huddled close, trying to pull the shredded gown around her naked body. I didn't realize how much I had hit her-her eyes were puffed and her lips there were marks on her shoulders and breasts-She whimpered and asked me to leave. But something clicked in my head when she spoke-my cock started to get hard again. I walked over to her-she held her arm up for protection but I wasn't going to hit her. I just took her by the hair and forced her up onto her knees. I remember how big her eyes looked at me. Her ripe lips and cock only a fraction of an inch a way-She asked me what I was going to do to her but instead of telling her, I pushed my cock into her mouth-she was pretty stunned and gasped, choked and tried to pull her head back. But I had her hair. She clamped her teeth on me-just as a warning but pulled my fist back and she stopped quick.
It was great-I had never done that before-fucked a woman in the mouth and I held onto her hair with both hands, bent forward and just pumped in and out of her soft, hot lips. Her tongue raked my cock, tickled the nerve and in no time-I felt my prick swell and tingle in her mouth.
I jerked faster then and looked down to watch my thick, purple cock dig in and pull out of her stretched red lips and then the shocks went through me and my cock poured hot thick juices down her throat and she groaned and choked-I guess she couldn't swallow with my cock still all the way in her mouth-I still held her hair and jerked her head and my prick and it was wonderful-I fucked like that with my cock in her mouth for a long time before I realized that she was unconscious. I let her fall back on the floor.
In a few minutes, I had my pants on. I couldn't find my shorts so I just left wearing my pants. No one was out in the hall when left the place-I made sure.
But I guess the neighbors heard all the noise and had already called the cops. I don't think I got very far at all before they caught me. I didn't even take my truck. I wonder if anyone every picked it up."
It wasn't the first time that something like that happened to me though, doctor. There had been a lot of women that fucked me before I ever ran across that cunt. They are always horny in the morning especially after their husbands leave and they are left all alone.
They get hot and horny. I know that for a fact because a lot of them gave told me as much after they fucked me for a couple of times. They get hot because their husbands didn't satisfy them the night before and they needed to get their jollies one way or another.
When they see some delivery man come into the house with the broad shoulders and all that stuff that goes along with being a working man they get all hot and horny right away. They love to have their little cunts twitched and pinched. I know that for a fact because this happens all the time. Not only with me but with all the other guys that I work with. They tell me all the time about the women they meet and the women they get steady fucking from. It goes on all the time and the only thing is that nobody ever hears about it because the delivery men are usually married and the women are always married.
Since they don't go out much all day long they have to wait until some guy walks into their house and makes things easy for them.
It goes on so much that a lot of times us delivery people start to switch routes and names and get to see some new action for a change and we tell each other what kind of a fuck we can get from who.
It gets to be a game after a while but to the women it isn't any game at all. They wait for it like it was some sort of food. Like it was a fix of heroin and they needed it real bad.
They crave it more than we do.
That's why you see your normal housewife walking around in their skimpy little things and wearing just about nothing at all. They wait for the kind of man that will get turned on by that thing and they can't wait to get it on and get the shit fucked out of them.
There was one girl that really had something in for me and I knew that she wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. I could tell from the way she looked at me and the way she let her robe fall open and let her tits hang out just when she knew that I was looking. She knew that I wanted those tits and she knew that a peek at her snatch would give me a hard on. She would stare at my cock while she let her tits hang out and wait until I was good and hard and then she would let me down. She would almost throw me out after getting me all hot and horny.
I knew that one of these days I was going to take her and show just what kind of person she really was after all and teach her not to fool around with a man unless she planned to do things all the way.
She would order things twice a week from us. That was more than her family used and I knew that, She ordered that much just so she could see me and taunt me some more with her tits and her cunt.
I got really hard one day and I really let her have it. I knew that I had had enough of her little games and that this was going to be the showdown that I had been waiting for.
She answered the door and as usual she was wearing this almost invisible thing that you could see right through to her tits and her cunt. I was almost choking on my own breath when I saw her.
She was terrific and I knew that if she tried anything that day I was going to jump on her and take her for the ride of her life . As I was bringing the packages in she started doing all the things that she usually does. She bent down and gave me a look at her tits. Then she bent the other way and she gave me a peek at her cunt.
She knew that I was looking and she knew that I was getting hot just looking at her in the thing.
Her lips were full and her mouth was hanging just a little bit open and I could see that she was smiling at me in that kind of smile that tells you everything you need to know.
She was hot and she knew that she was making me hot as well. She wanted it and I was sure that this was going to be the time I was going to give it to her.
I dropped the things where I stood and I started walking her way.
She made me believe that she was surprised by the way I was talking to her and the way I was looking at her. She pretended that she didn't know what I was talking about when I said that she wanted me to fuck and that she had been teasing me long enough. She knew that I meant what I said but she made believe that she didn't.
When I got close enough I reached out and pulled that robe away from her body and she stood naked and smiling at me like she was waiting for me to start the action.
I did.
I got her in my arms and I crushed her to me hard and tight. She could not get away from me and she knew that she was going to get what she had been waiting for all this time.
She knew that finally I was going to fuck her and that she was going to like it.
I picked up her tit and sucked it all the way into my mouth.
She moaned and groaned when she felt that and she pressed herself harder against me. She arched her back and let me have a good taste of her tits and her chest.
She was hungry and I could tell from the way that she ate at my mouth and took my tongue all the way down her throat that she was willing and hot for some good fuckin'.
I reached down and cupped my hands around her cunt. She almost melted into me then and she gasped when she felt my fingers reach all the way inside her pussy. She was hot and wet and I knew that she had been waiting for this for a long time. She wanted to get fucked and I was going to make sure that she was going to get everything she wanted.
She pressed her cunt around the shaft of my finger and she stroked it in and out of there in the most delicious way she knew.
She wanted more of my finger and more of me and I gave her all that she wanted and more.
My cock was hot and rubbing up against the inside of my pants. She knew that I was getting hard and her little hands reached down to my cock and rubbed it up and down on me.
I was starting to cream in my pants by this time and I didn't want that. I wanted to come in her mouth or in her cunt buy not in my pants.
I whipped out the stiff tool and held it for her to see. She was amazed at the size of it and she ran her fingers along the shaft of it to test the solidness and the heft of it in her hands.
She wanted all my meat and I was going to give it to her no matter what she might say.
I threw her down to the carpet and I jumped on top of her. She was hot and wet and I was sure that I was going to fuck her now.
She gasped and moaned as the thick shaft of my cock approached her and made a path along the inside of her thigh on her cunt.
She was not ready for the penetration that I gave her and I opened her cunt all the way with my cock. She jumped and almost fainted when she felt my cock in there and she almost passed out from the pleasure and the pain of it.
She was going crazy as I began to pump my meat in and out of her hot wet cunt and she grabbed at the back of my head and kicked me in the back of the thighs and the back of my ass.
She loved this rough treatment and I was giving her more than she bargained for.
She probably thought that she was going to be the one that was going to run the whole show but I was the one that got the upper hand right from the start. I was the one that was going to drive her up the wall in pleasure and in delight and she was going to love every minute of it. She was going to love the sucking and the fucking that I was going to give her.
I made sure of that.
Her mouth was hanging half open and her lips were hot and dry from trying to breath the best way she could, and she was gasping and fighting for air but I didn't give her half the chance she was fighting for. I would not let up on her and I would not let her get away from me without giving her the best fuck she ever got.
The pleasure turned to pain for her after a while and she began to ask me to stop. But I would not. I would not let her go until I pumped all the vengeance that was in me into her and pumped my balls dry of all the come that was inside me.
I gave her all that I had and the head of my cock was thick and hard now. I was raking the inside of her cunt with the thick head of my cock and pushing it all the way inside her until she could hardly stand it anymore.
She was gasping and panting now and she was almost ready to pass out from the overflow of passion that was filling her up and driving her up the wall.
She wanted me to let go of her but I would not let go for all the money in the world.
Then suddenly she gave a yell and she came. Her thick juices came out all over the place and the whole room was filled with the smell of the husky female come. She was gasping and moaning louder now and she was dying to get me away from her. That was the thing that I did not want to do. That was the thing that I wanted to avoid as much as possible. She was going to get fucked my way and I was going to do it whether she liked it or not.
All the teasing and the taunting she had done all these weeks were finally going to be paid off in spades and she was going to stand for it. She was going to like it and that was that.
I pulled and pushed the thick cock in and out of her in the most incredible way and she was loving every minute of it. She was going crazy and out of her mind with all the things that were happening to her and there was no way that she could stop me. There was nothing that would stop me from fucking her that way and I wanted to be fucked and there was nothing she could do to get away from me.
All the weeks of teasing were coming back at her and she was going to take it where she liked it or not.
She was going to love it.
Then I came. I spurted thick cream from my balls all the way into her and drenched the inside of her cunt with all that good stuff that had been building up for so long inside me. I was coming gallons of the stuff into her and she was choking and gasping as she felt the thick cream flood the inside of her cunt and fill her all the way up to her throat with it. She was loving it now and she wanted all the come that I could give her. She wanted all the thick come that I could pump and I was determined to give it to her. I was going to give her all that she wanted and more.
My come was hot and blazing inside her and she loved every little drop and every little ounce of the gism that I pumped into her. She wanted all the things that I could give her and I was sure that she was going to have it.
My come burned and stung her and she loved every minute of the good fucking that I was giving her. She wanted all that there was and I gave her more and more.
She gasped and moaned and then out of a clear blue sky she claimed that she was going to call the police. She said that she was going to tell them that I raped her and that I forced her to fuck me.
I knew that she was one of those women that got fucked and they yelled rape. She was going to get me into a lot of trouble and I knew that I had to get away from there as soon as I could. I knew that as soon as any woman yelled rape there was no hope at all for the guy.
I could go to jail and she knew it.
That was what she had over my head.
I knew what her game was.
I knew that she wanted all the good time she could get and then make sure that I never bothered her again. She wanted to make sure that I left her alone and she need never have to worry about me showing up again.
That was her game and I was wise to it.
I got up from her and pulled my clothes back on. I knew that I had to get out of there fast and that I was going to be in a lot of trouble if I stuck around.
But before I left I punched her around a few times just to show her that I was wise to her and that I was till the boss around there.
In a way then, doc, I guess you could say that it was a rape but not really in the real sense of the word.
She wanted it as much as me and I was just the guy that happened to be around at the time.
CONCLUSION
It seems that the story the subject told could be open to interpretation. He may have a very vivid imagination and the whole episode could be a product of his diseased mind. He could be making the whole thing up in order to hide the fact that he really wanted to rape these women and that he had anxiety and hostility against women.
It was his way of avoiding the issue with himself and his way of covering the things inside him. This is what he really feared.
This process happens very often. A rapist will transfer his needs and cravings to the victim in order that his conscience will be guilt free. He does this in order that he won't have to face the problem.
The only thing I could advise the patient to do was to cooperate with the authorities and hopefully he will one day be on the road to recovery from his problems.
It is obvious that the man needs a great deal of help.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Name: Byron M. Age: Forty-Two
Interview One
Wilbur is a short, thin man. He is balding rapidly and his face is still young looking although his skin is rather pale. He seems worried. His eyes are watery, blue and the lids flutter constantly. He has long, curled eyelashes that any woman would want to have.
His ands are small, slender and soft looking and he keeps them folded on his lap during the interview. Wilbur gives the appearance of a quiet, meek sort of man. He was brought in on suspicion of rape and identified by two women as the assailant. They particularly remembered him because Wilbur apologized after raping each woman.
Wilbur said during the preliminary interrogation that he apologized because he knew that he had no right to the women. Following is an account of the interrogation. It has not been transcribed in whole, for the sake of brevity.
"You say you have no right to these women? Could you explain in your own words what you mean by that."
"I meant that they were right to reject me and get angry at my advances."
"Then you did attempt to make friends-or at least gain their confidence?"
"Yes. I didn't use my real name at first but I tried to introduced myself to them. They were such lovely creatures. Of course I understood why they rejected me. An ugly old man like me-I have no right."
"Is that why you say you have no right-because you feel that you are too old?"
"No-Heavens no. I mean-I knew all along-my father told me years ago-the world is for beautiful people-The ugly have no right to pleasure. Oh, I understand and am willing to accept it but you must realize that it got to be too much for me all of a sudden-I tried. Oh, yes I tried awfully hard to control myself but they were so pretty. And friendly-well, not really friendly but they were sweet to me."
Wilbur insisted that he had no right to touch the women because of his father's teachings. He was ready to accept the fully penalty of the law.
"Why do you insist on going to trial?"
"Oh. I'm not insane you know. It was just too much-all those years gone by. I got to thinking of all those years wasted. No more. My youth is gone like smoke-a big puff of smoke and it was gone. And I know how I've done wrong. My father taught me that already so I know it. But I couldn't help it. They were so beautiful. I deserve to be punished for it."
"All right, let's forget for a moment about the law. Tell me about the women. And anything else that comes to mind."
"They were pretty girls. Young. I found out later that the first one was only seventeen. I must say she looked a lot older. And her body surprised me. She certainly is well developed for a seventeen year old."
"How did you meet?"
"I saw her in an elevator in the building where I work. One day I was going up and she happened to get on at the same time. It was lunch hour-or rather, I had finished my lunch and was returning to the office. She got on after me and we were alone. I remember how she stood in front of me and turned every few seconds to smile. Such a lovely smile.
She was wearing a very short skirt and I choked when I saw her legs all the way up there-that dark heat there underneath-waiting for the right man to come along. She kept smiling and tugging at her clothes and suddenly I could smell her perfume and it made me dizzy-She smiled at me before she got off. You know, I couldn't stop thinking about her for the rest of the day. My whole body was tingling, vibrating. I felt so-so excited-is the only way to describe it. In a few minutes, my whole life flashed differently before my eyes. I pictured myself with the girl on my arm, we strolled down the street and every man envied me-Ah-It was lovely.
But then it was time to go home. I raced to the elevator and hoped against hope that we would meet-There were a few people there with me and soon, we reached her floor. The door opened and she was the first one in. And she smiled at me-smiled at me! I was so happy-my heart was pounding in my chest and then the most unbelievable thing happened; on the next floor, more people pushed into the elevator and the girl was crushed up against me.
I could feel her whole body pressed on me. I tried to keep away. I swear I didn't take advantage but those breasts were dug in me, nipples like two hard little fingers pointing into me and her belly and thighs-hard-the heat of her body penetrated my clothes-her perfume filled my head and made me dizzy. She smiled into my face then as if she was enjoying it! I was afraid of the inevitable-my prick got hard. It was pushed right into her groin. We were about the same height and my prick was right against her and she didn't even move. It was as if she didn't feel it.
I tried to talk to her in the lobby but she just smiled at me and walked off. Can you imagine that? I mean, we were pretty close in that elevator and all and she just walks off as if nothing had happened."
"What did you do then?"
"I followed her home. It was easy. I followed her to her house and then I waited. I hoped that she would come out in the evening and she did. She went out for a little while and I followed her again. She went into a drugstore, purchased some women's things and came out in a little while.
On the way back to her house-I pulled her into an alley-"
"Go on. Tell me what happened."
"Well I didn't want to hurt her. In fact, I couldn't believe that I was doing what I did. She seemed to go along with me at first and. giggled-saying that she remembered me. Well my head started to spin-like I had too much to drink-I lunged at her and the next thing I knew-I had her on the ground. She was kicking and scratching and biting-trying to fight me off. But I had so much strength all of a sudden. My arms, hands and legs were like steel-I fought her attempts to keep me away and then pulled her skirt up-she was wearing very brief undies-I pulled them to shreds and her delicious little twat was staring at me-the lips all dry and pink in their nest of hair.
My cock was huge inside of my pants and ruled me, told me what to do.
I took it in my hand and got down between her legs, forced the swollen red head into her-she sucked her breath in hard and I thought she was going to scream so I clapped one hand over her mouth and damn-my prick slid into her cunt-I almost went crazy with the hot, wet feeling, that silky pocket of cunt taking my rigid cock into her and I pumped it into her, fought to hold her still while I put my hands under her blouse and squeezed her plump tits.
She bit my hand but I didn't care. I didn't feel the pain. My cock was slipping in and out of her tight little cunt and she was twisting as hard as she could and not realizing that her body was sending thrills into me, burning in me-She started to cry and then I really started pumping hard. It was good and hot and thick, wet-I wanted so badly to have her like it too but she still twisted and fought me. I had to keep my hand over her mouth while I leaned hard on her, pulled my cock out then drove hard into her-It was so wonderful I had never dreamed it would be so good-My prick m her-deep in her squirming, hot body and I just wished I had taken her blouse off too so I could see her magnificent tits-My hand squirmed under her bra and I pulled-something gave way and then her nipples were there, naked and hard, rosy red and ripe enough to eat-I kissed them, one by one and she cried out into my hand-
I couldn't stand it any more. I felt so wonderful, my body was shuddering and tense and my balls filled up to the breaking point and I felt her cunt raking my tight cock, pulling at the thin nerve, my balls sliding between her soft buttocks and then suddenly I was gone-My cock ripped into her cunt-shooting thick juice in her-the sensations tore at my groin and fired through my prick and I was gone-
I don't know how long I stayed on top of her before I heard her sobbing. She was sprawled on the cement, her skirt up around her belly and her blouse ripped open down the front. Her beautiful breasts were sticking out over her bra.
I felt sorry then. I got up, pulled my pants up and brushed them off. Then I apologized to the girl and tried to help her but she refused. She tried to kick me and I apologized again-It was no use to try to help. She tried to kick me again when I bent down. So I left her there.
A few blocks away, I felt so happy-alive-my body was light as a feather and I could have been sixteen again. My prick still tingled in my pants though. I remember that.
About halfway home, I noticed another young woman in front of me. She turned and smiled once and my heart started pounding in my chest again. My prick go hard as I watched her buttocks juggle inside her dress. I walked faster to catch up to her.
When I introduced myself, she laughed and turned away.
Then I don't know what happened. As we passed another alley, something buzzed in my head and the next thing I knew, I was struggling in the alley with the girl. Her blouse was ripped open and her breasts bounced free-Her nipples bulged dark rose against her white breasts. I remember tearing her skirt-ripping it with one pull and she was hollering in the alley-standing in panties and shoes and I knocked her down.
It was strange; I felt the blow on the end of my fist like it was happening someplace else and suddenly the girl was at my feet, squirming on the ground.
I reached down and pulled her panties down around her ankles. It was easy to get between her legs. I was so excited, I remember fumbling with my fly, getting my cock out. She shrieked when she saw it, thick and red, the blood pounding in it-veins bulging dark-In a second, I pushed into her and she cried out sharply. I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Her cunt was tight and hot and wet. Not dry like the other girl and thrill ripped through me right away. My cock slid back and forth and she squirmed under me-twisted her wide hips and I looked down and could just make out her mound of hair squirming against me-Her cunt was wonderful, clinging to me-pulling at my cock and I was out of my mind with the thrills.
I don't know how long I fucked her twisting cunt there. Her cries subsided and she started whimpering like a hurt little animal and I fucked as hard as I could and the sensations gripped my whole body, lifted me up and over and deeper into her cunt and suddenly I let out a howl and shot into her squirming body-she gasped as my juice filled her cunt-it overflowed and trickled down her buttocks and she started to cry louder and louder.
Well, I got up then and brushed myself again. My pants were really dirty then and I remember telling myself that I would have to put them in the cleaners.
I tried to help the girl up but she screamed and cursed at me. I told her how sorry I was that it had to be that way but she just shouted and was very disagreeable about the whole affair. Even after I assured her that I meant no harm, she screamed and screamed until I had to run away.
That's when the police caught me. They saw me run out of the alley and chased after me. Of course I was scared to death but I didn't put up a fight. No use fighting. I was wrong and ready to admit it after I cooled down.
Funny thing that the girl-the second one didn't want to press charges. Maybe because she liked me?
I feel safe enough here to tell you doctor that those weren't the only women that I raped. There were many more that the police or nobody else knows about.
I have been doing this for along time and I know that I have been a very evil person when it came to doing these awful things.
I have this need in me doctor that nothing in the world can satisfy except the thighs and the cunt of some woman. They do such things to me that I can hardly breathe sometimes and I have a very hard time trying to concentrate on the things that I have to do.
I have a hard time keeping my hands and my cock away from those delicious looking secretaries and all those other women I meet in the street.
I know the things they do when they are home and with their boyfriends. I know that they suck cock and let themselves be sucked. I know that they do all sorts of things with other men and yet none of them want to do it with me.
None of them want to fuck me and let me suck them the way they let others suck and fuck them.
I feel terrible about the whole thing and I wish that one of these days some girl will let me do all those things to her. I wish that I was handsome and good looking and that I would be able to find a girl that would let me do all the things I wanted to with her.
I have tried hookers but they are so business like that they do nothing for me. I want a regular girl. Like the ones that I see on the street every day. Like the ones on the elevator that pick up their stockings and smooth out their panties.
The warm heat in there between their things is like a song that calls me. The deep mystery and the secrets that are down there make me quiver all over and they make my cock twinge and throb in there beneath my pants.
I love those thighs and I would do anything in the world to let some girl touch her and suck her down there. Anything.
But they won't let me. They thing that I am some kind of pervert for wanting to do those things.
I don't understand that at all. If they let their boyfriends suck and fuck them and they don't think they are perverts then why do they think that I am a pervert for wanting the same things from them?
That is the problem that I try to wrestle with all the time and that is the problem that landed me in this place.
Those sweet young thighs and that golden flesh that is hidden under those folds of their clothes make me go crazy each time that I see them.
They make want to lick and suck them in the worst way and they make my mouth water just to think about them. Those luscious thighs and that sweet, hot flesh that awaits me under their skirts and their panties makes me crazy. I love them from a distance but they never let me get close enough to them to let me touch or suck them. They are so wonderful and I want to tell them that all the time that they turn me on so much. But they won't. They just won't and that makes me hate them. That makes me want to do awful things to them and it makes me want to hurt them very badly.
I don't know what is wrong with me but they are so sweet and wonderful and I know that their flesh can make me go wild.
There was this girl once. She was the most wonderful girl that I had ever seen. She was so tall and her legs were so long and lovely that I would almost come every time that I would see her.
I wanted to touch her and be close to her in the worst way. I knew that pleasures that she was giving to other men I knew that I was missing out on so much of her sweet love.
She was a tall golden blonde with thighs and breasts that I would picture her in my dreams. She rode the subway with me every day. She would stand there before me all golden and pink and I knew that I just had to have her. I knew that she would make the happiest man in the world if I could just once get a taste of her flesh in my mouth or my cock inside those luscious thighs of hers. I knew that once that happened I would die a happy man.
But the problem as always doctor is that I am ugly and that nobody will ever want to fuck of their own free will.
I knew that with girls of that kind you must either have good looks or money in order to get them into bed.
Now I am not a rich man and god knows that I am not good looking by any stretch of the imagination.
I knew then that the only thing I could give her was a load of money. All the money that I had saved.
I didn't want to rape her you see. All I wanted was some of those sweet thighs in my mouth and some of those tits wrapped around my cock. That was all I wanted. No more.
It was her fault though that I raped her. She laughed. I followed her home one day and just before she got into her apartment building I stopped her and asked her if she would let me fuck her if I gave her all the money that I had in the world.
She laughed. It was a cold cruel laugh that left me shattered and embarassed before her.
I was humiliated in front of her and all the people that were passing by.
There was nothing for me to do then but leave. I tried to make myself invisible in the crowd and left with all the speed that I could muster.
That night the sound of her laughter and her rejection echoed in my ears and I knew that I had to have her and that I had to have some sort of revenge on her.
I was determined to get even in any way I could.
There were plans and scenes that were forming in my mind and all of them involved getting close to her and trying all I could in getting her to make love to me.
That was the only thing that I could think of for days after that. My work at the office went all to pieces. I could just not keep my mind on anything except the sight of her tits and the firmness of her thighs.
She was wonderful and she filled all my waking and sleeping thoughts. There was no other woman like that in the whole world for me at that time and I was in a constant state of excitement.
I was always horny and jerking off; visiting a prostitute did nothing for the way that I felt.
I was sure that I was going to go out of my mind if I didn't have her or if I didn't get to touch and fondle her tits and suck on her luscious ripe cunt.
One night I stood outside her building and waited until she went out. She went out with a boy and I waited there all night until they returned. When he left her at the door I was sure that she was drunk and that she was walking unsteadily and staggering.
I knew this was the only chance that I would ever have with her. It was the perfect opportunity. She was drunk and her resistance would be lowered. I was sure that I could overpower her and make her mine that night. I was sure that I was going to" get her and fuck her that night.
My mind was reeling and my steps were quick and sharp as I followed her into the buildings and stepped onto the elevator with her.
She was not even conscious of who I was or that I had propositioned her a few days before. She was leaning up against the wall of the lift and she had a happy smile of satisfaction plastered on her face.
I knew that if I tried anything now she would run and be lost to me for good. I had to wait until she was out of the elevator and had opened the door to her apartment before I dared to do anything at all. That was the best bet.
I watched her as her upper lip sparkled with sweat and the strains of the fucking I was sure she been doing with that boy. I was sure that she had been fucking. I was sure that she had been sucking him and that he had done the same thing to her. I was sure of all these things and as they ran through my mind I became even more excited and I was even more carried away than I ever thought I would be.
She was wonderful to look at and the smell of her perfume filled the entire elevator.
I was hot and horny and I breathed heavily.
After what seemed like hours the elevator stopped at her floor and she got out. I followed her and walked behind her as she made her way to the door. She was getting her keys and she was not even aware of the fact that I was behind her and watching everything she did. She was drunk and she didn't seem to care about anything at that point except going to bed.
That was all I could think of at the time but I intended to go to bed with her. I was going to rape her and my mind was made up. There was nothing that could deter me from getting what I wanted from her and there was nobody around to stop me from getting my revenge.
As soon as she opened the door to her apartment I made a jump for her and pushed her inside. She was a little surprised but she was so groggy that she did not know what happened.
She began to curse and ask who the hell I was and what the hell did I think I was doing. I didn't say a word.
I just pushed her hard against the wall and pressed myself against her. She knew what I wanted and she began to laugh again like she had done a few days before.
Then she recognized me as the man that had offered her the money to fuck her.
She laughed harder than the first time and she was more cruel and evil than before. She was taller than me. Much taller. She could have easily toppled me but in her condition there was very little that she could do. There was nothing that she could do except laugh at me in that smirking way of hers and I was getting angrier and angrier as she laughed.
I hit her in the mouth with my fist as hard as I could and hit her again and again many times until she stopped laughing and began to whimper. I knew that I had made my message clear to her and she no longer laughed.
I pulled her skirt up over her thighs and the sight that greeted me was something that I had never imagined to be so good. Her flesh was creamy and smooth and! she was hot and steaming under there just like I knew she would be.
She almost screamed but the hands that I had over her face and her mouth would not let her. She was to drunk to fight back and I knew that she would finally be mine after all this time.
She would do all the things that I wanted her to do and she would do them all to me and I would do them all to her.
I squatted down and rubbed my fevered cheeks against the delicious creamy smoothness of her thighs and felt the heat and the sweat on there. She smelled great and I could smell the husky aroma of her cunt and the juices that dripped from her and stained her panties. She was hot. She was hot from the sucking and the fucking that she had been giving to the other guy and I knew that I was getting furious at her for willingly fucking him and putting up all this resistance against me. I was angry and I bit her cunt lips hard until I made her scream to stop. She yelled but it would do her no good. She was trapped under my blazing tongue and angry mouth and there was nothing that she could do to get out of there.
She was going to do things my way and she was going to love it.
I worked at her wonderful thighs and she gasped and moaned in the pleasure and the pain that she was feeling at the same time from me. I knew that she was liking it too because sluts like that always like the thing that happens between their legs. They love it and they can't get enough of it no matter who gives it to them and no matter what they think about the person. All they care about is the pleasure they feel.
After that they throw the person away like he was so much garbage.
That was the way she was and that was the way all women are if you ask me.
They deserve to get it. All of them. I tore her panties off and I exposed that wonderful, redolent triangle of hair that was there. She was hot and wet and I buried my face in the thick delicious loins. They were wonderful to smell and even more wonderful to taste. They were delicious and I took mouthful after mouthful for the longest time.
My cock was stiff and hard under the fabric of my pants and I knew that the time had come for me to fuck her. I was going to take her and she was going to love it. And that was the way it was going to be no matter what she said or did.
Her naked cunt was all around my face and there was nothing that she could to get away from me now. She was all mine.
I spread her thick cunt lips and I went in all the way with my mouth and with my lips. I slurped at all the juices that were coming out of her and she gave them all to me in the most wonderful way she knew how.
She was great and I loved every drop of the juice that flowed out of her. She was going to come and I knew it but I was not going to let. I wanted all the pleasure for myself that night and she was going to be the reason and simply the object of my pleasure.
As soon as I felt her come I threw her down to the ground and got on top of her.
I spread her legs with my hands and leaped right into her cunt. I flipped my cock and ran it along the inside of her thigh until it almost reached her cunt. She was hot and she was waiting for it and I made it as hard and brutal as I could. I wanted her to feel no pleasure and I succeeded.
I rammed the cock hard and fast in there until she gasped and let out a moan of pain. I knew that I had done the thing that I had wanted to do and hurt her and now it was my turn to have fun.
Her cunt was wide and loose and I slid in and out of the thing easily and quickly. She was wet and lubricated already and I had no trouble at all getting in there.
She moaned and gasped and begged me to stop but I would not. There was nothing that she could do to make me stop and there was nothing that she did not promise me that night.
She promised to suck me, she promised to suck out my ass and my balls but I would have none of her lies.
I knew that as soon as I let her go she would run away.
I knew that I had to keep pumping in and out of her the hardest and most brutal way I knew how in order to get the revenge I was looking for. That was the only way that I could come that night and I knew that she knew it too.
Finally after what seemed like hours I began to get the feelings in my balls and in my cock that told me that I was about to come.
I could feel the juices in me and I could feel the things coming out of me. The come came shooting out of me at an incredible speed and I could feel the hot thick juices spurt all the way inside her and flood all the parts of her cunt that were waiting for me.
There was nothing that I could do about the orgasm that she had when my come shot into her. It was a natural thing and she came all over me. She drenched my thighs and my cock with the juice from her cunt and I knew that she had had a good time even though I did not want her to.
To counteract that I began to punch and hit her many times. I wanted her to feel the pain that she had caused in me all those days and I wanted her to know what it was like to suffer for lust.
I beat her a lot and then I finally left after I was tired and had to go.
She was lying there unconscious when I left her and I was really worried that I might have hurt her.
I woke her up by throwing some water on her face and then after she was awake I apologized to her a lot and asked her if she would forgive me.
She said nothing to me and I knew that it was about time that I left.
After that I changed my job and moved into another part of the city. I knew that she would see me on the subway one of these days and that I would go to jail if she did.
I hope I did the right thing all those times doctor, because I would hate to have those girls hate me. I would not like it if they thought evil things of me. I just could not live with myself if they did.
CONCLUSION
It is clear to me that the above case is one of the strangest and the oddest ones that I have ever encountered. The reasons that he had for raping the girls were obviously all in his mind and he had never been led on by them the way he says he was. It is obvious that his mind is very fertile and that he has a very vivid imagination.
All the rapists that I have known have all had very vivid imaginations.
They have all been working under the assumption that all women were evil and all of them had orgiastic sex lives that they were keeping from the rapists.
This is a classical symptom and one which appears very often.
In the case of the above subject I suggested to the authorities that they keep him under lock and key for as long as they see fit. He is a very dangerous man and one who would be likely to commit a serious crime. He is a definite psychotic and he had the possibility to become a homicidal maniac.
He could very easily be a mass murderer and I am grateful that he was caught in time before he did some real damage to the society at large.
The girls he attacked have all been released from the hospitals and they are carrying their lives as normally as possible under the circumstances.
CASE HISTORY NINE
Name: Thomas C. Age: Forty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Thomas is calm but he doesn't seem very interested in what has happened. At least the police don't seem to bother him by his presence. The arresting officer said that Thomas gave up without a fuss, about a block and a half from the scene where he sexually assaulted a young woman.
It seems that Thomas lives alone, in a one-room apartment. He receives a small income from stocks left him by his mother. Both parents are dead and Thomas doesn't talk about them even when questioned.
"Do you know why you are here."
"Yes."
"And you are willing to tell me what happened."
"Yes, it don't make no difference anyhow. What's done is done."
"Would you mind telling me in your own words what happened?"
"I was home-listening to the radio and suddenly I got this feeling-kind of cold, empty. I looked around my room-I been living there for five years now-and the wall started closing in. I had a hard time breathing."
"Have you ever experienced this before?"
No, not that I can remember. It was like somebody pumped all the air out of the room-I had to get out. I went outside and there was like an itchy feeling in my belly and my legs tingled. I had to walk. My head was buzzing and my body vibrated and I had to walk or explode right there. I walked for a long time-I don't know exactly how long and then I was very thirsty. There was a bar-a little place and I don't even know where it was-anyway, I went in and sat at the end of the bar. The place was pretty quiet except for two men and then the woman came in.
She came over to me. Right to me. I don't know why. I don't look so special but she came right to me and sat down at the bar. She starts talking and then tells me her name's Suzy. We talked a little-I don't usually say much and then I bought her a drink. We got real chummy after that. She put her arm around me and hugged me when I told her a real old joke.
That was the first time anybody ever laughed at a joke I told. She was nice. Not very beautiful or anything like that but nice. I liked her-
We talked a lot-or rather she did. I don't usually say much you know. She talked a lot-told me her name was Suzy. Well, I got a little drunk. I did drink too fast. I'm not used to it you know. I got a little drunk and I guess she liked it because she asked me to take her someplace else. Someplace where she knew it was imagine. Well, I told her outside that I wasn't dressed very nice for a imagine place-she didn't care.
In fact-when we got to the place, she argued with the doorman to let me in. They knew her I think. Anyway, we got a booth in the back and it was dark and cozy. We kissed there. It was nice. And she put her hand on my leg. Right here on my leg. And I touched her tits. She let me. She said she don't usually let guys touch her tits but I was different. She let me do it. They were hard and soft and hot and just wonderful all at once. My heart was in my mouth and it choked me. You ever get that?
She rubbed my leg and then my prick was really hard in my pants. But she wouldn't touch it. She wasn't that kind. But she let me rub her tits.
We must have had a lot of drinks because I started getting dizzy. She didn't mind, though. Suzy said we should have more drinks. She laughed a lot and her mouth was shiny and her teeth were like little pearls. Her throat was white and I touched it-the skin went down, down to the edge of her blouse and then disappeared in the dark warm place between her tits. She wouldn't let me put my hands on her legs or anything-only on those big tits in the blouse-
I started getting that feeling again-the walls of that booth started closing in on me and I got all choked up. It was no good in there and I told Suzy we had to go. She didn't really want to but then she said maybe the air would do me good and we could come back.
It was cool outside and we walked around for a while. I don't know where we were. We stopped near a building-a couple of them that went-back into an alley. I wanted to stop. Suzy held me up and her body was hard and warm and soft next to me and suddenly I kissed her. I kissed her on the mouth and my tongue went in and licked around that soft hole and she squirmed and moved them tits on me and her belly. Well, my hands went. My hands moved by themselves and all over her tits and then down over her belly and in between her legs.
She told me to stop. I heard her say stop, then her voice got very funny-fuzzy like and the words jumbled together and I knew she was making fun of me so I hit her. I punched her in the stomach and she doubled up and fell down and started to cry real loud. I went to help her up but she screamed and her voice filled my ears and I tried to shut her out but it was no use. So I kicked her. I kicked her tits I think and then her legs and her belly. I don't really know. She was screaming then but every time my shoe smacked into her, she coughed and choked and sputtered.
She was lying there all doubled up so I took her by the arm and dragged her back into the alley. Her dress got all dirty. I got all dirty and ripped and her legs were showing and part of her undies. I remember they were pink and lacey and very clean. Her legs showed and my hands started to tremble and I reached down then and ripped her skirt off-just ripped it with one tear all the way up and then her panties-
Her hairy cunt was staring at me and I felt my prick twitching in my pants. I was aware of it for the first time. There was this awful , choked up feeling and I pulled my cock out-
Suzy started to scream again and I know I hit her again. Then I got down on my knees and opened her legs. That lovely little cunt was there in the dark nest of hair. I took my prick, put it on her body, just touched her skin to feel the heat and she screamed again. So I hit her in the tits and this time I hit hard-she fell back and choked and I got mad and pushed my prick into her cunt. It slid in halfway and it felt so damned wonderful inside her. Her cunt was like hot silk-I wanted to stay like that forever and not move but she started to squirm again. She sat up a little and that's when she saw or felt me and she started to scream bloody murder. I moved up then and tried to calm her down and pushed my cock all the way and she twisted under me and tried to hit me but I held onto her arms and buried my face on her tits-I managed to rip the front of her blouse open and her bare flesh burned on my mouth and her nipples were sweet to taste-I bit them like little fruits but she screamed-
I held tight onto them hands and pulled my prick out easy, then pushed in easy. I was careful not to slide out. Well, the shocks started burning inside me-her cunt felt so wonderful on my prick and I lost control-she was whimpering like a little girl and it drove me nuts and I started pumping faster in her sweet, tight cunt, rubbing my hair against hers and sucking her tits as she fought to get away. I fucked as hard as I could and my belly slapped against her-I was coming and I couldn't hold on any more-she cried out and twisted against me and then the juice just rushed out of me-poured into her tight cunt and she screamed as it burned into her.
I got her over then on her belly somehow and put my wet cock in her asshole. It was tight and great and hot. She really screamed then. I remember her on her hands and knees, her white, round buttocks shining in the dim light and my thick, slippery prick flashing too, pumping in and out of her. I watched myself as I fucked her in the ass. My balls slapped gently against the back of her thighs and she shuddered each time I slid my thick hot cock into her.
Suzy tried to get up with me inside her. Isn't that nuts? She actually thought she could get up and run away with my cock in her. What a nut.
She did manage to get one leg up but I slammed her back down with my fist. I just hammered my fist into her back and she collapsed then. She balled up tight and sobbed while I fucked her beautiful hard buttocks. Just slipped my hot prick in and out of the tight little hole and soon enough, the thrill started again deep inside me. I remember how it roared in my ears, mixed with Suzy's cries and then my cock roared in her ass-spurting thick, hot juice in her and she was squirming, crying loud and desperately trying to get away.
After that I got up and put my pants on. I didn't look at her then and I started walking. Her sobs were still in my ears but I started walking away and I don't know how long I walked until this policeman stopped me.
He said he wanted to ask me some questions. I didn't mind if he asked me questions. But he kept asking me about a girl and I really didn't know-I couldn't understand what he was saying and then my breath caught in my throat-I couldn't breath. I opened my mouth to breath but it was no good-I just couldn't breath. The policeman asked me what was wrong and I heard him but I couldn't tell him. The words stuck in -my throat and I couldn't breath so I panicked. He must have thought I was trying to get away. The next thing I knew, his club came through the air and that was it-there was a white flash and then I woke up here in the hospital.
My head hurts. My head really hurts. Can I get some rest now? I want to sleep now.
I left the subject then. Thomas is still in the hospital. The girl called Suzy is in good condition and will probably be released within the next few days. I spoke to the policeman who arrested Thomas. He explained that it was easy to identify him as the assailant because Thomas had his pants open. His clothing was smeared with blood and semen and his face had been scratched.
I asked about Thomas -trying to speak but the officer said he didn't hear anything. When he asked Thomas to stop, the man turned and swung at him with both fists, then tried to kick him. The officer said that he had to use his club or Thomas would have overpowered him.
It seems that Thomas' loss of breath and voice stems from a fear of impotency. The years he spent alone, harboring his emotions, made him believe that he had lost him manhood. He suddenly felt a need, expressed as anxiety, loss of breath, and set out unconsciously to fulfill that need.
CASE HISTORY TEN
Name: William P. Age: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Campus police discovered a young girl hiding nude in the bushes during the early hours of the morning. They rushed her to a local hospital and after examining her, the doctors concluded that she had been raped. At first, the young lady denied that her virginity had been taken from her by an assailant but when officials assured her that her name would be kept secret, she admitted having been raped. She identified the assailant as a local student she had seen around campus.
The police went to the campus and found the assailant, William P. sitting in his room and typing a detailed report about his encounter with the young woman, j
When questioned, William readily admitted that it was his report on the rape. He said he had raped the girl as an experiment. He wanted to see how a woman reacted to being attacked.
When I spoke to him, William was in a good mood. He seemed to think that once it was discovered that he had only meant the attack as an experiment, he would be set free by the authorities. He was very agreeable and willing to tell me what had taken place when I told him that his interview would be made public. In fact, he insisted that his real name be used. However, the name used here, like all the others in this report are fictitious. Here are some excerpts from the taped interview:
"You said you did it as an experiment. Are you a psychology student?"
"No-business major. But it doesn't matter if I can do some good."
"Why this particular experiment?"
"I thought that if I could show that the whole thing is a myth-that a woman can't really be raped-it would help a lot of innocent guys who have been convicted of rape-"
"What did you find out from your experiment?"
"Well-that I had to use force to get the young lady to cooperate. She wouldn't have responded otherwise. She really put up a fight."
"Would you tell me in your own words what happened?"
Sure, why not? I was planning this for a long time. I figured the best time would be on a Friday night because mostly everybody went home for the weekend or at least to town for some fun. I went to the library because I knew there would be someone there trying to catch up on some studying.
I was right. There were a few guys and a few girls. I took a book and sat down-one by one, the others left until there was nobody except me-the girl and the librarian left in the place. I let the girl leave first right before closing time then I followed her.
She walked around the long way to the girl's dorm. It didn't look like she wanted to go in right away so she walked around to the wooded area. There's a little pond there and some ducks.
I stayed well behind and kept to the shadows and even cut between some buildings when she followed the walk around the grassy slope on the other side of the pond.
Well-she stood there for a long time watching the sky-there was a full moon and plenty of stars. I just walked up behind her, put one arm around her waist and put my hand over her mouth-she didn't struggle right away. It was interesting to note that. She probably thought it was a practical joke and she didn't fight me.
I think she really didn't know what was happening until I slipped my hand up her sweater. I felt her suck her stomach in when my hand flashed up and covered her tits. She had lovely breasts. They felt firm and hot under there.
Well she started to pull away, twist around to see who it was and I gripped tighter and warned her that I wouldn't harm her if she cooperated. I figured that's what a real rapist would have said. But it didn't do any good. She bit my hand and kicked me. I was surprised at her strength.
She almost got away. She kicked back, hit me in the shins and bit my hand. It sure hurt. We started to wrestle then and I managed to stay on top-forced her to the grass and I lifted her skirt up over her waist and tried to get it high enough 'to trap her arms. But she was twisting so hard and fast-
I remeber her white cotton panties flashing in the moonlight and I reached up and pulled them down over her buttocks and they flashed almost as white in that moon. Her buttocks looked like creamy soft mounds and I reached under fast, my fingers digging into her heat-touching her cunt-the hairs covering my fingers-She tried to kick me again and I had to hit her. I kneed her in the butt and she sprawled onto her face in the grass. I remember her face slid on the grass and she sort of moaned and lay still for a minute. That was long enough for me to turn her over on her back and pull her panties off, then her skirt, bra and sweater. She was really well-built. I had no idea. The sweater covered her up pretty good. I guess it was too big and hid those juicy breasts.
CONCLUSION
I had to stop the interview there because the patient suddenly broke down and became hysterical.
I can only say about his case that it was very unique and that I hoped I would be able to interview him again.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
It is very obvious to even the densest among you that the rapist is a very frightening and very sick man among us. He has the capacity to kill and maim for life and he preys on the weak and the innocent in our society.
If these were the middle ages we would summarily collect and castrate these men among us and put them out of action once and for all.
But we must live with the advantages and the disadvantages of the modern times in which we live. We cannot castrate these men although we would all like to very much. We can only try and understand their pathetic and sick minds.
Yes. They are sick and anyone that claims they are not is either a fraud or a rapist himself.
Understanding and science can only go so far when it comes to dealing with rapists. After that it is a time for action. Things must be taken in hand the rapist must be tracked down and forced into taking treatment for his disease. He must either be sent away for life or have his genitals removed.
Another proposal that has come up at the conferences we doctors have on rape is the performance of a frontal lobotomy on rapists. This would render them totally incapable of performing sex ever again.
Although these measures may sound extreme to the layman and the general population at large they are not in the light of all the rape victims that I have interviewed through out my life.
If one were to look at the damage and the psychic injury done to the victims of rape one would understand better this position. One would realize that a time for understanding and a time for coddling these criminals is over and they should be put behind bars for good.
There have been governments in the recent past that did exactly this to the rapists and as no surprise to anyone the rape index dropped considerably and at one point disappeared all together.
It is my opinion that the time for action against these men has come and that we should create a campaign to get the rapist off the streets and into the prisons where he belongs.
I, for one, would welcome this. Unfortunately, there is a great many preconceived notions about this delicate subject on the part of the authorities. Many women who have been raped have complained more about the treatment of the police than of the treatment at the hands of the rapists. The authorities are often known to-dismiss rape as the woman's fault.
I have also heard rapists testify, that when they were caught and confessed to their crime, the police interrogating them treated them more like a hero than a villain. These attitudes must be changed before the occurrence of rape will diminish.
