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GENERAL INTRODUCTION

Rape can be an extremely trying and damaging thing for a young girl. The rapist can strike anytime, forcing a girl to submit to acts, of brutal and defiant sex. If the man is stronger than she is, and he is in most cases, she can be forced to carry out horrendous acts that she never dreamed possible.

That is only the beginning. The pains of coping with the rape still have to be dealt with, and that is always the hardest part of all.

Samantha D.: "He told me that I was pretty enough to be a model, and that he wanted to get some shots of me. When he started to come on to me, I tried to push him away, and then his true side came out. He forced me, face-forward, onto the bed, then began to prod his cock against my virgin asshole as I screamed with fear... "

Wanda G.: "I was running across campus, late at night, when he tackled me and pulled me behind some bushes. He clawed at my panties and my cunt, until I was too weak to fight back anymore... "

Kim E.: "He said he was my brother's friend, so I invited him to stay the night. He got me high, and I pushed him away when he tried to make advances. Then he snapped and started to ram it into me... "

Diane E.: "I used to undress in front of my neighbor, but I never knew how crazy he was. One night, he snuck into the house when my parents were out and grabbed me in the shower. He was too strong, and I couldn't fight back... "

CASE HISTORY ONE

SUBJECT: Samantha D. AGE: Seventeen

INTERVIEW ONE

Samantha is an incredibly stunning young redhead, who, one day, could have easily been a famous ad model. However, I feel that her particular rape experience will change all that, and she'll explain it all when she talks.

When Samantha walked into my office, I couldn't believe the statuesque facial features, the deep-set green eyes, and the long red hair that seemed to be flowing with body. She wore a loose-fitting white sweater, but it was still easy to see that she had sizable breasts (which would have been perfect for a model, for they were not too large, nor too small, but just perfect for her frame). She wore a pair of tight black pants which hugged every curve and contour of her body.

At first, Samantha was a little reluctant to talk, and I finally had to give her a drink of water with a certain kind of medicine in it, to get her to loosen up and finally tell what she had come to tell me.

* * *

I don't know why, doctor, but I suddenly feel so much better. What was in that water you gave me? Oh, fuck it, I really don't care to know. Whatever it is, it's making me feel really sensational now, like nothing matters, and I know I can talk.

You see, I really thought that one day I'd be a model. In fact, all my friends thought so, too, and whenever we would have these shows at school, either plays, or just fashion shows, you can believe that I was always the first person they called in to be in it. I got to wear some very nice clothing.

But I don't think I'll ever model again. Not after Ricardo, and what he did to me. That bastard posed as a photographer, and he had me going for weeks. It was a slow and easy thing for him, until he finally convinced me to model for him. First, with clothes, then, without clothes.

And once I had my clothing off, it was easy for him to just push me down on his bed and fuck me. It was all so forceful, too, and he kept telling me that this was the only way a model makes it nowadays.

Don seemed to be wise to Ricardo from the start, and I wish that I could get him to forgive me. You see, I'd been going with Don for a few years, ever since Junior High School, and he was always my main man.

Don was so cute. He still is, only I put it in the past tense because he told me that he never wants to see me again. I can't blame him. I really laid some shit on him when I met Ricardo, and . I know that I must have hurt him.

I met Don back in Junior High, as I said, and he asked me out the first weekend that we were in class together. He knew, even then, that he really liked me, even though we were both around fourteen. Don had this curly blond hair, and his family had just moved in from California, so he had the greatest tan, too, better than the tans that any of the other kids had after the summer.

I was more than willing to go out with him. In fact, my friend Debbie was impressed, too.

"You two were made for each other," she said to me. "You're both the beautiful looking kind of people."

"Debbie, I'm too young to fit into that crowd."

"Sam, all those beautiful Hollywood and New York people were once your age, too, and they just grew up. If you and Don stick it out, you'll be a beautiful couple in years to come. You will, believe me."

I remember that on our first date, where he just took me out to an Italian restaurant, I told him everything that Debbie said, and he was laughing.

"You're beautiful," he said to me, and I felt him rubbing his leg against mine under the table. I think that was when I felt my first surging sexual thrill, ever!

"Well, you're pretty beautiful yourself. Or handsome. Whatever's best for a guy."

"I don't mind being called beautiful, especially when it comes from someone like you," he said to me.

I swear, for a guy of fifteen (for he was a year older than me) he had charm and class, and he would always tell me that the guys matured faster in California. I don't know if that was true, but when it came down to sex, maybe it was.

You see, I'd gone out with a few guys before Don, but the dates were nothing but get-togethers, where you'd hold hands, and shit like that. Well, after we went to the restaurant, he suggested that we go back to his parents' house and sit on their enclosed front porch, on the swing. I thought it sounded like a romantic atmosphere, and I must admit that I was looking forward to necking and kissing with Don.

It went further than that, even on our first date, and I'm sure it was because we were both attracted to each other so much.

We were sitting on the swing when he put his arm around my shoulder and then pulled me close enough to kiss me. It was my first tongue kiss, and when he thrust it into my mouth, I loved the taste of it. I sucked hard on his tongue, and felt my whole body filling with this incredible heat.

Don started to move his fingers to my breasts, without opening my blouse, of course. But his fingers must have had radar in them, for even though they weren't touching bare flesh, they moved right to my nipple and squeezed it.

I felt my red nipple stiffen like never before, and then there were spasms in my pussy. It was the first time I had ever felt pleasure from my cunt.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, though, and Don didn't let that go on for long. He took my hand and pulled it down to his crotch.

When I felt his stiff cock bulge, and squeezed it, I heard him start to moan softly. He moved his lips to my ear and began to lick it, and if anything sent a wave of heat through my body, that certainly did. But not one wave. Shit, it was like a thousand waves, one after another, and I could actually feel myself sweating.

Of course, I learned later in life that sweating was a sign of heated sex.

As Don licked my ear, I could feel his hand starting to control my cock-squeezing hand. He made me pull down his zipper and then reach in to pull his dick out of his pants. When I saw that thick piece of throbbing flesh, I fell in love with it.

I mean, his whole groin area was so white compared to the tanned flesh on the rest of his body, and that was one thing that I loved. His cock was pale in comparison to his hands and face, but it was so thick and proud.

As much as I loved it, I was frightened by it, also.

"Don't! I can't go all the way with you, yet. I'm not ready," I said.

"Hey, did I ask you to. go all the way with me yet? I'm not all that ready myself," he said. "But there are other things that we can do without going all the way."

"Really? Like what?"

"Sucking and fondling," he said. "I'd love to finger your cunt. Just to slide my fingers deep inside of you."

When I thought about what he was saying, I could feel this trembling again. My pussy actually started to get wet.

"And what would I do?" I asked him, smiling at the thought of having my pussy fingered.

"My dick is out. You can lick it and suck it," he said, proudly.

"I've never heard of anything like that," I told him, and he laughed.

"Oh, you Long Island people are so backwards. We do it all the time on the coast."

"Fabulous. But one other thing. What about your folks? Won't they come out here and catch us? I mean, they're right inside."

"No," he said. "They're pretty old, but my father's real cool. Besides, I'm sure that they're fast asleep by now. Come on, Samantha. You want to do it, don't you?"

Well, rather than tell him, I decided to do it. I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to lick the very tip of it. I had been fondling it the whole time we had been talking, and there was a drop of come at the tip of it. I licked it away with my tongue, and loved the way it tasted.

After licking his shaft all over, I opened my mouth and started to suck on his fat cock head. I wanted to move my mouth down his shaft and take in more, but I didn't know if I would be able to do it without gagging.

Ill be honest and tell you that I couldn't, when it came right down to it. I did gag a lot, but I also did take him all the way down.

Not at first, though. When I first moved my mouth down his shaft, and felt it sinking deeper and deeper, in the back of my throat, I tried to pull my head up. That was when Don moved his fingers into my pants and panties, and I felt them kind of wandering over my pussy lips.

He moaned as soon as he felt how wet I was, and I loved the way he did moan.

When I stopped, midway down his shaft, he kept telling me to keep taking it down. He sensed what was happening with me, with the gagging and all, and he felt for my clit right away and started to finger it.

I couldn't believe what happened to me then.

I felt these tingling sensations running all over my body, and I just slid my mouth all the way down, until my nose was buried in Don's thick blond pubic patch. I was gagging like crazy, too, but he loved it.

"God, you don't know what your throat feels like when you do that," he said to me, and he thrust a little deeper and fingered me a little harder. "You should only know what it's like. I can't fucking believe it."

Just knowing that I was turning him on was also turning me on more. I guess I was a girl who was always born to give a man pleasure. But my friend Debbie told me that it's the way it's supposed to be during sex. I mean, if you can get off on the pleasure that you're bringing to someone else, then the pleasure he's bringing to you is even better, and that was just the way it was working that night.

I got my mouth really wet so that his cock would be very lubricated.

Then I started to move my mouth up and down his shaft, even faster. And he was working with me, for the faster I sucked him, the faster he worked his fingers in my cunt. I really didn't know much about orgasmic peaks back then, but there were at least three or four times when I thought I was going to faint from the pleasure his fingers were bringing to me, and those must have been my peaks.

And it all happened before his cock started to pulsate in my mouth. When that happened, I was scared. I didn't know what was to come next.

But I sensed, from the way he was breathing, that no matter what was happening, it was very good for him. Then, he leaned forward, nestling his face in my soft hair, and moved his lips back to my ear.

"Baby, I'm going to come right now," he moaned.

The second he said the word 'come,' I felt it shooting into my mouth. As I said earlier, I had tasted that drop when I first licked his cock slit, and I'd liked it. Well, taking a whole load was like taking a hundred of those-drops, if not more, and the flavor was much more satisfying.

I could really taste it strong, and I started to suck as hard as I could, just to drain it all out of him. He had a tremendous load then, although I didn't know it at the time. I mean, it was the first load of come I'd ever swallowed or felt, and later on, when we really got into sex where we'd do all kinds of things, I'd see that he shot off different amounts of come each time.

Usually, by his second and third orgasm, he was shooting a lot less than he had during his first, and his first load was usually very satisfying.

As he was coming in my mouth, he was pinching my clit.

I honestly don't know how he managed to hold onto it, because I was so wet inside. And even though I'd never masturbated before that time, and I hardly knew what my cunt was like inside and how it worked, after my experience with him, I would find myself masturbating on occasion. And when I got wet, I was so slippery that I usually couldn't ever hold onto my clit and pinch it the way he did.

His pinching made me come for a third, or maybe a fourth time.

It was a few years back, doctor. Almost four, so I don't remember.

But it was the start of a relationship that was to go on for a number of years, sexually, too. In fact, the thing that really started to get in the way was my modeling aspiration, and my meeting Ricardo.

But I'll get to that. I'd like you to know more about Don.

The day after our first date, at school, he kept giving me the slyest looks. I was loving it, let me tell you.

I remember that in English class, where he sat right behind me, I could feel him rubbing his foot against my buttocks, and it made me so hot (because I already knew what his fingers had done to my cunt) that I had to keep my legs together, tight. That didn't stop the wetness I could feel building up inside of me, though.

"You shit," I said to him, jokingly when the class was over. "I don't think I caught one fucking thing that Schneider was saying in class. How am I going to know all that stuff for the test when he gives one?"

"Samantha, I have the simplest answer to your problem," he said. "If you'd only wait and listen to reason, I'll tell you."

"Well, what the fuck is it?"

"Well just have to study together when the time comes," he said, smiling.

I had to laugh. I mean, I knew that we wouldn't do much studying when we got together, but I didn't seem to mind that so much.

Don and I continued to go out, about two or three nights a week, and he would call me almost every night and stay on the phone for hours. He was so hot, and his voice just sent me, too.

The day before one of our English tests, I went over to his house so we could study. We didn't study too much English that night, you can understand. In fact, we ended up studying each other, every single inch.

Even though his parents were home, he told me that it was okay to. study in his bedroom. For the first couple of minutes, we did go over some of the plays that we had been reading in class. I had read them all, and although I thought I understood them, I hadn't really listened to the teacher's explanation of them too much because Don was always playing with my ass in class.

So he filled me in on some of that.

I remember that we were both lying on his bed, on our stomachs, looking at one of the plays, when suddenly, our eyes met.

It was a heavy moment, doctor. I could feel this tension all through my body, and then, he moved his lips to mine and kissed me so hard. As he did, I kind of rolled onto my back and he moved right on top of me.

The next thing that happened was just like something in a porn movie that Don took me to see. We were just so filled with passion that we started to rip at each other's clothing, pulling at buttons and zippers, and everything else.

I don't know who undressed who first, but two minutes after we had started kissing, we were both completely naked. It was the first time I had ever seen him completely naked, and I loved his body. He had a pretty hairless body, except for the hair under his arms and around his cock.

He lay on top of me, and I felt him rubbing his cock against my thick red cunt patch. I felt his chest pressing down on my breasts, and I wanted him so bad.

You see, doctor, that was the difference between what happened with me and Don, and what happened between me and Ricardo.

I never wanted Ricardo to fuck me. I just wanted him to photograph me, and when he started to take me and I began to fight back, he hit me, and ended up taking me by force. He raped me. Yes, that was it. Rape!

But since I wanted Don, I was more than willing to have him fuck me.

However, we did some sixty-nine first. I didn't know it was called that until Don told me. He turned around on the bed and started to lick my pussy. It was the first time he had ever done that. For even though I had sucked his cock many times, the most he had ever done was finger me because we had never been in a place where he could do anything else. His mouth was so wet and so hot.

He started to blow air into my cunt, and I could feel myself swelling. Then he clamped his lips against my cunt lips and started to suck on my pussy. I felt my pussy walls spasming hard, and they were filled with cream, which he sucked right out.

Of course, I was sucking his cock at the time, something that I'd become pretty good at, if I must say so myself. I was able, by that time, to deep throat him and not gag one bit. It was a good feeling, for me and Don.

Although neither one of us said anything to each other, we both knew that we were going to end up fucking that night.

After he had sucked a lot of my juices out, he started to turn his body around, pulling that wonderful dick out of my mouth. He climbed on top of me so that his cock was rubbing against my cunt patch again, and then he lifted his groin up.

I looked down between our bodies and saw his cock, hard and thick, pointing right down at my pussy lips. He started to rub it there as he looked up and smiled at me.

I watched his sweet face the entire time, as I was feeling his cock penetrate me. It was so incredible because as he moved deeper and deeper into my wet tunnel, the smile on his face got broader and broader, until he had this incredible grin.

He was in all the way when he moved his lips to mine and kissed me, and then he started to thrust in and out, with a full, hard force.

I could feel my whole body swelling, and as he thrust, he would try to move his body upwards so that his cock was making incredible contact with my clit. He ground his cock around inside of me, instead of just thrusting, and that made the whole fucking so much hotter.

Don also started to pinch my nipples, firmly. He moved one hand to each tit, and when he felt that my nipples were already stiff, he began to pinch them. He twisted them a little bit too, and all I could feel was this sensational pleasure.

Don was so great, and I'm happy that he turned out to be the first guy I ever fucked. I'm grateful that I had fucked someone before meeting Ricardo, for I have a feeling that if I had been a virgin when that bastard Ricardo raped me, I probably would have been suffering a lot more than I am.

As Don was reaching his climax, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. My cunt was spasming, and the spasms were working against his throbs so that the fuck seemed so much tighter for him.

At least that was what he told me, and he moved his lips to my ears and licked and whispered that he was going to come at the same time that he started shooting.

I felt my cunt getting even hotter because, I guess, a man's come is always pretty warm when it comes right down to it. I also felt myself getting at least ten times as wet as I had been when we had been fucking, because he was still thrusting and spreading his spewing cream all over my pussy walls.

After that, I would fuck him whenever he wanted it, and we did it in some of the strangest places, believe me.

Once, there was a track meet at school, and we were watching it in the stands. We started making out, and were still hugging and kissing by the time the meet was over and everyone had left the stands.

When we realized that we were alone, we climbed under the seats and started to fuck right then and there. It was the only way to release all that tension we had built up between us during our hours of kissing and touching.

I honestly thought that Don and I would go together for years and years, and one day, that we would get married.

I know that he did, too. He was majoring in math and hoped to get into computers, and we would even sit around and talk about the future, when he would be a computer man and I would be his wife, and we'd have a few kids.

Then Ricardo entered the picture, a few months back.

I had just turned seventeen a few days before I met him.

I met him at this party given by a friend of a friend, or that kind of shit. To be perfectly honest, I don't even know who was giving the party. It was one of Don's friends that he had known back in California.

Well, we were standing by the bar drinking (for the people were much older than we were, and it was a big, catered affair) when this striking black-haired man walked right up to me and started to stare at me.

Don was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, as I was, too, and he walked right up to Ricardo and asked him what the fuck he was staring at.

"That girl you're with is fabulous," he said, and of course, I was standing close enough to hear it all. "She has model features, facially, and of course, with her stunning figure." He spoke directly to me, then. "Have you ever thought about becoming a model, darling?"

"In fact, I have, although I didn't know how to go about it."

"Well, this is your lucky evening. Here's my card. Give me a call. I'd love to do some shots of you, and I'm sure many, many magazines would love to have your face of their cover. Call, sweets."

I looked at his card as he walked away, and saw that it said: Ricardo, Fabulous Fotographs. I loved it, even though I could tell Don was wary.

"Don't call him," he said, and I just thought he was jealous. "You know nothing about him. He could be a real phony."

You can believe that I was going to call him, and I did. Now that it's all in the past, I realize that I should have listened to Don. Ricardo was as phony as they came, and I didn't realize it until he had me stripped and was trying to prod his cock into my asshole...

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Samantha came to see me, she was wearing this beautiful, stylish dress, which she told me was something that she got from Ricardo. I asked her if it didn't hurt to be wearing something that the man who raped her had given her, and she told me that she thought by wearing it, she might come to grips with what had happened a little better.

I thought that was perfect reasoning. The dress was tight enough, and slinky enough, so that she did look like an older woman, and I had to encourage her, right then and there, to pursue her modeling career, even though she had had one bad experience.

* * *

It took me about three weeks to work up the nerve to call Ricardo. I kept his card taped to my bedroom mirror, and each morning when I woke up I would look at it and wonder if this was to be the day when I would get up enough nerve to call.

Of course, I was getting no encouragement from Don. I didn't ask him about it too often. In fact, maybe only for the first week, and his attitude was the same.

"Don't call that phony bastard. I've never even heard of him."

Well, I couldn't really go on Don's words, because when it came right down to it, he hadn't heard of any famous photographers.

Meanwhile, my friend Debbie was encouraging me to call.

"Samantha, if you don't take this opportunity now, you're a stupid cunt. Do you know how many girls would love a photographer to spot them at a party and then have him offer to photograph them? Do it. It might be the start of a career."

I was torn in two directions. My boyfriend was saying one thing, and my best friend was saying another. I had thought about asking for my mother's advice, but she and I didn't get along too well, and it was something that I wouldn't have wanted her to know until after it had happened. I'm sure you could understand.

Well, one day Debbie was over after school. My parents were at work, and she had this terrific grass that we were smoking. When we got so smashed that we could hardly stand, she started to encourage me to call him again.

"Come on. You can build up the nerve now that you're high," she said.

And that was the reason why I called him. I was so high, that I thought, why not?

I picked up the phone and dialed the number on his card. I recognized his voice immediately, although he didn't recognize mine.

"You met me at a party," I said. "My name is Samantha, and I have red hair. About three weeks ago. Do you remember?"

There was a long pause. Then he finally spoke.

"Yes, of course I remember," he said. "The fabulous redhead. Well, darling, you must not really be serious about a career if it's taken you this long to finally call me. Maybe we should forget the whole thing and... "

"No, I am serious," I said, in my stoned stupor. "Very serious. I was just a little nervous because my boyfriend was trying to talk me out of it."

"I see. I think I even remember him. Well, why don't you just stop by. Let me give you my address. Come by tomorrow afternoon, and well see how you do with some test shots. Have you anything to wear?"

"I don't know. I'll bring my best outfit." " "Fabulous, darling," he said. "Stop by around four. But please, be on time. I am a very busy man."

"Of course," I said.

As soon as I hung up, Debbie and I started jumping around my room like two little kids who just got a present. We smoked a little more, then rummaged through my closet so we could pick out what we both thought would be the best thing to wear.

"Hey," I said to her, "whatever happens, don't you mention a word of this to anyone. Yet. I mean, I don't want Don to know, and if anyone at school finds out about it, word's sure to get back to him."

"I'm your best friend," she said to me. "I can keep a secret."

Well, I should have known better. Regardless of whether she was my best friend or not, Debbie, like most of the kids at school, had a big mouth when it came to certain things. And this was a big thing. I mean, there aren't many kids in school who go into modeling, you know, so when something like that happens, of course you want to blab it all around the halls.

I knew that Debbie had opened her big mouth when Don walked up to me the next day, looking quite angry.

"So you called him and you're going there?" he asked me. "I thought I told you that I didn't want you to do it."

Before I was ready to even deal with him, I had to let some of my anger subside. I was seething, at Debbie, because I knew that Don had to have found out through her, or through someone that she had told.

"Look, I'm just going over for some test shots," I said.

"I'm sure. And some test fucks," he said to me.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked him. "Come on, tell me."

"I'm sure that all that guy wants to do is fuck you, Samantha. I can't believe you're stupid enough not to know that."

"Stupid! Stupid! How dare you call me stupid."

Well, the fight looked like it was going to go on forever, and I just turned my back on him and walked away.

I cried when I got home that afternoon, but then I picked out my outfit and took a train into the city so I could go see Ricardo at the address he'd given me.

I was surprised by the way his apartment looked. I mean, I had always thought that a photographer would work out of a large studio, but he lived in a two room apartment. One room was the bedroom, where he ended up getting me, and the other was a large living room where he had all these backdrops and lights.

As soon as I got there, he kissed me on the forehead. I wasn't put off by it. I'd seen this movie about a photographer once, and I remembered the way he had handled all his models. I thought that it was a standard thing for the guy to do.

"Put on what you brought," he said to me, and he looked at me, as if he expected me to change right in front of him.

"Where's the' bedroom?" I asked.

"Look, darling, let's not pull the self-conscious act, all right. I'm bound to see some of you sooner or later. Besides, the bra that you're wearing now seems to be all wrong for your breasts, and I want to see it."

It sounded logical enough, so I stripped off my blouse and pants.

Ricardo walked up to me .and started to fondle my tits, through my bra. However, he didn't make it seem like he was just fondling them. He made it seem like he was doing the whole thing because of photographic requirements.

He cupped my two tits through the bra and kind of pushed them up. I could feel my nipples getting stiff, and didn't mind that, but I was definitely not turned on to him.

I just wanted him to make a career for me.

"Take off the bra," he said, when he saw the black dress I'd brought. "I think that your nipples, pressing through, will look much better than if you were to wear the bra. Come on, darling, take it off."

I was a little nervous when I unhooked my bra and bared my tits. He stood only a few inches away from me, and he reached out and started to pinch my nipples.

"Please," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Come on, let's not get nervous. I want your nipples standing up at attention before you slip into that thing."

They were so stiff that I felt a spasm in my pussy. I didn't want to feel it, and I kept thinking about Don. I wondered if he would try anything else.

Ricardo was a smart operator, though, let me tell you. He tried nothing with me during the first shooting. I slipped into by black dress and he had me pose, with my hair up and down, and pulled back tightly.

Every so often, he would walk up to me between shots and start to pinch my nipples again, because- they weren't staying stiff throughout the shooting.

"Fabulous, stunning, sensational," he kept saying, which, I guess, was feeding my ego and making me a little weaker toward his advances.

And I felt sensational, too. I mean, I had always dreamed of posing the way I was finally getting to pose, and he was snapping away with the pictures.

Finally, it .was over. The whole thing lasted about three hours, and I was exhausted.

"You can change again," he said to me.

"You mean that's it?" I asked him. "Aren't we going to do anymore?"

"Possibly," he said, trying to play it really cool. I know, now, that he was doing that so I would beg him to let me. come back.

"Please," I said. "I've had a great time."

"Look, darling, let me print these shots and see how you came out. A beautiful girl in person is not always a beautiful girl in pictures, and I'm curious to see how you photograph. Why don't you call me in a few days?"

So I left his place, and when I saw Don again, he didn't seem the same. I mean, the attitude that he had toward me was almost one where he thought that I had already put out for the man. He was cold, and we didn't talk too much, although we still went out and fucked our brains out. I know that Don was suspicious about my fucking Ricardo when one night, two days after my shots, he finished fucking me, pulled out, then said: "Was I as good as him, or what?"

I didn't think I even owed him an answer, and didn't answer him.

Well, Ricardo knew what I was doing by making me wait. He didn't call for about a week and a half, and finally, Debbie talked me into calling him again. At first, he acted like he didn't remember who I was, but then I reminded him about the shots.

Do you want to know why he didn't remember? Because he had never developed the pictures, even though he lied to me and told me that he did, once he remembered me.

"Come over Saturday afternoon," he said. "Your shots came out good, and I have some outfits I'd like you to model. One of the big magazines is looking for some lingerie models, and I have some of the stuff here."

I thought that modeling lingerie might be a little too provocative for me, but I planned to go over there anyway.

I did, and he kissed me on the forehead again.

Then, we moved right to the bedroom. He told me to undress completely, and I kept asking him where my other pictures were.

"You'll see them after the shooting. You see, darling, I have this theory. Many film directors have it, too. If you see how you came out before everything is finished, you might not like certain things -in the way you looked, and you'll try to change your style. Many a film has been ruined by an actress who saw the rushes the day after they were shot, because she doesn't like herself and starts to act differently as they continue shooting the film. It doesn't happen with my models."

Well, I did strip down to my panties, and didn't feel bad about it since he had seen me like that before. But when he insisted that I take off my panties, I started to get a little more nervous.

"Darling, if you want to be a model, modesty is out. Hurry."

As I slid out of my panties, he was staring right at me. I didn't know if he was licking his lips out of lust, or because they were dry.

Well, once I was naked, he handed me this shortie nightgown. It was see through, and so short, that it didn't even cover my pussy. I was embarrassed to be wearing it, but he guaranteed me that he would shoot from the waist up.

And we were shooting in the bedroom, on the bed. He had me spread my legs during a couple of shots, even though he kept insisting he wasn't getting my cunt. He even called it that. A cunt.

"I just think that when a girl has her legs spread, she feels better, and that way, she ends up looking better."

Well, it was when I was getting into my second nightie that he finally attacked me. I had stripped myself of the first when he walked over and began to touch my buttocks with his hand, squeezing firmly.

"You're quite beautiful, clothed, but even more so, naked."

"Please, Ricardo," I said, as he tried to move his hand to my cunt. "I'm really not that kind of girl."

He was so persistent. He started to slide his fingers over my red pussy patch, and I could feel my cunt lips getting wet.

Finally, I slapped him across the face, and that ticked him off.

He pulled his hand back and slapped me ten times as hard as I had hit him. The blow sent me reeling back on the bed, onto my back. He jumped on top of me and started to kiss me as he pressed his body on mine.

I thought of Don and what he had said. I think that was the worst part of all. It was as if I had been warned that I'd be raped by that bastard, and now that it was happening, I was scared.

"Stop it," I was screaming, as I tried to kick him, but he was getting more and more brutal as I fought back. "I don't want to fuck you."

"Do you want to be a model, kid? If you do, you've got to fuck your way up."

I should tell you that I was no longer wet by that time. I was too scared, and although my cunt had been wet when he had started to touch it, that little amount of wetness was all there was.

Still, he lifted his groin off my cunt, pressing all his weight down on my chest so that I couldn't move, and he reached down to pull his cock out of his pants.

"Please," I kept begging him. "Don't rape me."

"Rape indeed," he said. "This is just a little thing between a model and her photographer. The fuck fee."

I looked at his cock and it seemed monstrous and menacing.

He started to rub it against my cunt lips, and I could feel them pursing together because I didn't want him to enter me.

"Come on," he said, and there was an incredible amount of anger in his voice. "Spread those fucking cunt lips for me, you beautiful bitch. I wanna fuck the shit out of that pussy of yours. Come on, cunt."

I had never been spoken to like that, and I tried to slap him again. I hit him on his ear, really hard, and that ticked him off more than ever.

Suddenly, he slapped me repeatedly, with both hands, hitting my face on one cheek and then the other so that my head was moving back and forth.

"You fucking bitch. Don't you fucking hit me, cunt."

Then I felt the shooting pain. For he rammed his cock right into my pussy, even though I was still pretty dry. Luckily enough, there was lubrication enough for him to move around for a while.

But it was a rape, doctor. I didn't want it, and it was all forced.

There were no feelings in my body as he slammed that cock in and out of me, as opposed to my loving sessions with Don where I had felt pleasure upon pleasure.

He kept kissing me, and then moved his mouth to my neck. I swear, he started to bite me so hard, that the teeth marks were there for days afterwards. All my friends wondered why I was wearing turtlenecks for the next week or so, and I just couldn't tell anyone what had happened.

In fact, doctor, you're the first person to learn about it.

It's so hard for me to talk about it, too.

I could feel Ricardo's thick cock pulsating in my pussy many times, and all I felt was a great deal of pain. Remember the way I told you that wave after wave of pleasure was shooting through my body when Don would fuck me.

Well, it was pain upon pain with this man.

It was a hard fucking, and forced to begin with. But the worst of it was yet to come. He started to claw my nipples with his fingers, twisting them so hard, as if he thought it would turn me on. I thought he would twist them right off.

And my cunt started to feel drier, because he was still thrusting and I wasn't getting wet. That was when he did it.

"Fucking bitch is dry," he said, spitting the words out onto my face. "Maybe the fucking bitch don't like to be fucked in the cunt. Maybe she's dry because she ain't'a cunt girl, but an ass girl."

I really had no idea what he was talking about. I'd never thought that anyone would get fucked up the ass. I'd never heard of it before.

But he pulled out of my cunt, with his cock still hard.

Then he rolled me over on my stomach, and climbed back on top of me. I felt him lifting his groin up a little, but his cock head was still rubbing between my ass crack.

He was moving his hand td his mouth, and I heard him spitting.

Then he'd move his hand down to his cock, and I noticed that it was beginning to feel wetter. It was from his saliva.

After a few handfuls of spit on his cock, he began to rub some of it between my buttocks, and then he prodded some into my asshole.

That was when I first realized he was going to ram that dick up my asshole, and I swear, I burst into tears. That didn't stop him. My whole body was heaving as I cried, and I was having enough trouble catching my breath because of the crying.

"Please don't fuck me like that," I was begging.

"You didn't like it up the cunt, so you have to like it up the ass," he said.

I felt him moving his cock head to my asshole, and then he started to prod it into me slowly. I couldn't believe that he was shoving it in. The whole thing was a fucking nightmare. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Doctor, please give me something to drink. Please. I feel faint.

Thanks. Thanks.

He rammed his cock deep into my asshole. I felt his balls slap against my buttocks when he was in all the way, and he started to grind his cock around.

The only thing I can say about it was that I was glad he had used enough saliva. If he hadn't, I'm sure he would have ripped the skin right off my ass walls. This way, at least, it was wet up there and it made his thrusting slides easier.

But it didn't ease the pain that I was feeling.

It was a combination of pure physical pain, and humiliating pain.

And Ricardo didn't care about me. He was treating me like a piece of shit. Just an asshole for him to move his cock around in.

He was licking my neck and biting me throughout the whole fuck. I don't even know how long it lasted, but it seemed like it could have been hours. When he started to throb, I thought he was going to rip my body right open. I couldn't believe that my asshole could take such abuse.

As he started to come, he slammed his dick into me with an even harder force, and I buried my head- in his pillow to muffle the screams that were building up inside of me. I did start to scream, too, but he paid no attention at all to me.

He just kept thrusting until his cock started to go limp.

And there was even a great deal of pain as he started to pull his cock out of my asshole. It was almost as if my asshole just snapped shut when he pulled out.

He lay on top of me for the longest time, and I couldn't stop crying.

Then he stood up and I rolled over. I saw his menacing dick hanging from his pants, then looked at the huge grin on his face.

"Pretty hot," he was saying. "I think the shooting's over for the day. Why don't you come back next week and we can do some more?"

I started to dress as fast as I could, and that's when I decided to steal this particular dress. He was in the bathroom cleaning himself up as I finished dressing, and I saw this thing that I'm wearing hanging in his closet. I knew that some fashion designer must have given it to him and I stole it.

I figured I deserved it for the fucking he had given me.

I must tell you, doctor, that talking about it has made me feel a whole lot better. You see, it happened a few months ago, and all my friends have sensed the change in me since that rape. But I couldn't tell anyone about it.

And Don broke up with me because I went to see Ricardo against his wishes, so I didn't even have him to comfort me.

But I felt the pain, deep inside. I still feel it, but it's not as bad right this very minute, now that I've told someone. Even a stranger.

I don't think I'll ever be able to model again. I'd never be able to trust the photographer. And as far as ever letting anyone fuck me again, well, I don't know. You see, when Don and I used to have it good, I could lie in bed and fantasize about him, and masturbate myself into a wet frenzy.

But it never works like that anymore. I can't get into masturbation at this time in my life, and I know that since I can't get into that, I'll never be able to get into sex. Never. And when it happens, it's going to take a lot of time.

CONCLUSION

Samantha's last statement was a very intelligent one. It will take her a very long time before she is able to function normally when it comes to sex, and that has all .been indicated by her comments on her masturbating.

For one thing, I told her that she should try and reason with Don, her ex-boyfriend. If he had any feelings for her, he will forget about how she went against his advice and take her back.

I feel that he can help Samantha come to grips with her sexuality again, since she had had such good sex with him before. However, I advised Samantha to level with him, if she ever went back to him, and tell him what happened.

If she doesn't, he'll be suspicious anyway, because she is not going to respond the way she did before her rape. If Don is understanding enough, he'll be able to help her.

However, if he isn't, and Samantha is with some other man before Don, I feel it's imperative that she level with the man and tell him what she has gone through, for any man will be able to sense that there is something wrong anyway. And the only way a man can help her deal with the problem is for him to know what it's all about.

CASE HISTORY TWO

SUBJECT: Wanda G. AGE: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Wanda G. is the daughter of some very close friends of mine, and I was the one who encouraged her to come and see me. I knew that there was something troubling her when her parents threw a party one night, and I was invited.

Another friend had come with their son, a boy about Wanda's age. He was a handsome enough lad, and yet, as I sat across the room, watching him try to make conversation with her, I noticed how cold she was toward him.

She tried to avoid me, but I was persistent, and finally spoke with her toward the end of the evening. She told me that something was troubling her, and I talked her into coming to my office, after a great deal of coercion.

Wanda has short blonde hair, and full breasts. She is a beautiful enough girl, but it's evident, that she is quite shy and withdrawn.

* * *

Now, doctor, the first thing you have to promise me is that you'll never tell my parents what I'm about to tell you. They still think that I'm a virgin, which I'm not, but if they were to ever hear about the way I lost my virginity, I don't think they'd ever be able to handle it.

I'm still having enough trouble with it myself, and I could do without any reaction from the two of them. I know you might think that I'm wrong, but I have a feeling that they would only make things worse if they were to know.

So please, promise me, or else I won't let you know what happened.

All right. Now that we've got that straight, I want to tell you some things about them. My folks. You see, they never talk about sex at home, and I'm sure that's the reason why I am the way I am.

I really wonder if my father still fucks my mother. Oh, you might just think that's childish talk, but you only know what they want you to know about them, doctor. I live with them, all alone. I used to wish that I'd have a sister so I'd have someone to talk to, but I'm an only child.

So, to be honest, I don't know what my attitudes toward sex were when I was raped. I really don't. And I'm confused right now.

You see, I didn't think about sex too often, until that weekend when it all happened. I had never even masturbated in my life, which you might think is strange.

But the whole thing happened one weekend when I went to visit my older friend Laura, up at college. Laura and I had been friends for years, even though she was two years older than I was. I was going to be graduating from high school in about a year, and Laura wrote me a letter, asking me to come up and check out her campus.

She even called me on the phone.

"Hey, kid, there's no reason not to come up. You'll have a room to stay at, and if you like the place, you can think about going to college up here."

I don't know if my parents liked the idea of my going up there, but they knew how much I wanted to go, so they didn't say anything.

When I first saw Laura on campus, she seemed to be a different person. She was wearing tighter clothes, and basically, I guess the whole change came down to sex. She had met a guy up there named Ziggy, and he had taught her all about sex.

I didn't know that until Saturday night. I mean, on Friday, the day when I got there, we went out to dinner at this place near the campus.

I really did love the campus. It was as if all these kids were living in their own private social world, where being young was the thing to be. No one ever spoke about their parents up there. In fact, most of them tried to forget about their parents, until the check was expected in the mail.

Laura introduced me to Ziggy that night, and I thought that he was kind of cute. He had long black straggly hair, but a handsome face.

They took me around the campus, filling me in on the various activities, and then we went to see a movie. They show movies there almost every night, for nothing, and the theater is swamped with college kids.

It was sensational, especially for me because I love movies.

Laura's roommate, Patty, had gone home for the weekend, so I was going to be sleeping in Patty's room. After the movie, Laura said that she and Ziggy were going to go back to his place for a while, and so, I went to her room.

I sat around there, and then, I saw this book on her bookshelf. It was all about sex, and there were these incredibly explicit pictures in it, with men and women fucking. It was the first time in my life that I'd ever seen a hard cock, and I honestly couldn't believe some of the positions that they were in.

I was so fascinated with the book, that I was still reading it when Laura got back.

She smiled when she saw what I was reading, and as she got undressed, we started to have one of the sexiest conversations I'd ever had.

"Do you like that book?" she asked. "I love page twenty-three. What a fantastic position. It took me a while to master it, but I did."

I turned to the page and saw the position she was talking about. The girl in the picture was practically doubled over, with the guy fucking her from behind, and her head between her legs so she could try and lick his balls.

"Laura, have you ever fucked anyone?" I asked her.

"Of course," she said, and she started to laugh. "What do you think Ziggy and I were doing just before? We went to his place to ball."

"Wow. I don't know anyone whose done it yet."

"Wanda, you mean to tell me that you've never let a boy fuck you yet?"

"No. I've never even thought about it."

"I can't believe that. God, I used to think about it all the time when I was back home, but I never let anything happen. It was too close to home, and I didn't want my folks to know what I would do. Besides, the chance never came along. But then, when I got up here and met Ziggy, well, it happened."

"What's it like?" I asked.

"Oh, it's the most fantastic thing you can think of. The procedure is really just a basic thing. I mean, the guy gets his dick really hard. Ziggy's cock is terrific. You wouldn't believe the difference between his dick when it's hard, and when it's soft. It grows about four times its size, and he's so thick. Then, he usually eats my pussy a little while I suck his cock, just so we can work each other up."

While she was talking about it, she had this huge smile on her face. I had the feeling that she was living a fuck over in her mind as she told me about it.

"When I'm wet enough, then he enters me. I will admit that the first time it was harder than most. My pussy was virgin, and his cock was so thick that I never thought he'd be able to get it into me. But he was persistent. Even after he thrust in, I was in pain for a couple of minutes. I had to stretch and stretch. But then, my pussy just adjusted to his size, and it was easier after that.

"And he just thrusts in and out. I mean, it can get boring, when you just do that, I guess. If you don't like the person. But I really dig the Zig, and when he fucks me I feel this incredible pleasure."

I was pretty confused. I didn't understand her at all. I mean, one minute she was telling me that there was pain, and the next minute she was telling me that there was pleasure. I know that Laura must have spotted my look of confusion, because of what she said to me next.

"Haven't you ever masturbated before?"

"No," I told her, and she looked even more shocked.

"I'm going to teach you how," she said. "Look, you're sixteen now, and soon you'll be getting yourself laid, okay. I think you should know what pleasures your body is capable of bringing to you, okay? Take off those pajama bottoms."

I don't even know why I did it, but I was curious. As I stripped of my pajama bottoms, she was starting to get undressed. Her body looked so much fuller than mine, and I wondered if her active sex life had anything to do with it.

Once we were naked, we lay on our beds. I mean, she was on hers and I was on Patty's.

"Okay," Laura said. "The best way to start is to relax your body, and you can do that by stroking yourself. Play with your nipples, mainly, because they're one of the most sensitive parts, besides your cunt. But you don't get to that until later."

She started to pull on her small black nipples, and I played with my red ones. As I touched them, I could feel them getting stiffer, and I had to admit that the feelings running through my body were pretty nice.

After a while, she started to move her hands down her belly and through her thick black pussy bush. She rubbed her own thighs, and I did the same with mine. Then she told me to spread my cunt lips and massage them gently.

"Do you feel your clit growing?" she asked. "Wiggle it. The whole idea with a woman is to get her clit stimulated. That's what the guy's cock is going to stimulate, so you should get used to the way it feels. It's going to get harder, and when it does, well, you'll feel what you're supposed to feel."

I watched as she started to masturbate her pussy, and her tits were heaving up and down like crazy. I could feel my own body starting to burst with pleasure, too, for I started to massage my clit.

My cunt was getting very wet, too, and I discovered that I got off when I wiggled my clit fast and hard. It was slippery from my pussy juices, so there were times when I kept losing hold of it.

But most of the time, I was in pleasure heaven, doctor.

In some ways, I was also feeling like a jerk. I mean, I couldn't believe that I had to have waited for a friend to teach me about masturbation. I felt as if it was something that I should have been doing for the past few years.

"Yeah, that's it," Laura was saying. "Now try this variation. Listen. Hold your fingers steady and thrust your cunt up and down so that your cunt is moving."

I did what she said, and I felt my pussy walls starting to get tight immediately. The more that happened, the better I felt, and the faster I wanted to go. Soon, I was moving so fast and getting so turned on, that Laura stopped what she was doing and just looked over to watch me.

I didn't notice that until I had come, hard, and was just lying there waiting for the feelings to subside. As I lay there trying to catch my breath, with my tits heaving up and down, she started to talk again.

Now that you've mastered fingering yourself, you should find yourself a guy. I have an idea. I'll ask Ziggy to set you up with a friend of his for tomorrow night's dance, and maybe if you like him you can get it on."

"I don't know if I'm ready," I said to Laura. "This is all happening too fast."

"Well, you waited long enough. Look, sex is like pot and alcohol. Once you realize how sensational it is, you just can't stop. You want more and more."

"And what would happen if I did? How could I get more, living home with my folks?"

"Wanda, you aren't going to be living there forever. Besides, if you learn that you like sex, find a boyfriend in high school with a car, that's all."

We both had a laugh over that, and then, I felt so tired. Laura told me that it was quite understandable, since sex tended to tire a person out.

"And if you're exhausted, think about me. Ziggy and I fucked three times, and then I came here and started to masturbate. I'm pooped."

So we both went to sleep, and I felt real content that night.

The next day, she took me all around the town, and I loved it. It was like the college kids not only dominated the campus (which I guess was to be expected), but they also dominated the town. It was a college town, so all the store owners were real friendly to us. I had a sensational time.

At about six-thirty, we went to meet Ziggy for dinner, and that was when I met Jeffrey. Jeffrey was a cute looking guy, with short red hair, but I knew from the second I laid eyes on him that I didn't want to fuck him.

I don't know what Ziggy had told his friend, but it seemed like Jeffrey was expecting me to put out for him. At one point, I followed Laura to the bathroom and told her how I felt, and she told me that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do.

I was reassured, I guess, and when they suggested we go to the dance, I thought it would be great. It was a college mixer, and I'd heard so much about them that I was looking forward to it.

Jeffrey and I started doing some disco dancing, something that I loved, and then, when they played slower music, he pulled me close to him. We started to grind, and I felt the way he was rubbing his crotch against me. It wasn't turning me on, because he just didn't turn me on. And he started to get more and more aggressive.

I decided that the only thing to do was ditch him. I waited for him to go to the bathroom, and looked around the room for Laura and Ziggy. They were nowhere in sight, and since Laura had given me the key to her room, I decided to head back there.

As I got there, I could hear some noise coming from inside. I had a feeling that they were fucking, and maybe that's why I went ahead and opened the door as quietly as I possibly could.

Sure enough, there they were, naked, and in the position that Laura had told me was on page twenty-three.

I saw them from the side. She was doubled over, bent forward, and he was fucking her cunt from behind. I saw how thick his cock was each time he pulled out, and there were a few times when he pulled out all the way.

I think those were just accidents, and he must have slipped, because I'd hear them both groan. Like they were frustrated, and then he'd try to get himself back into her cunt as fast as he could.

I watched how she tried to put her head between her legs. She was always into dancing, and I guess she was double-jointed in some way. I mean, she could actually stick her head between her legs and lick his balls, just like they were doing in the picture. Only this was reality, and not a still.

They kept fucking and fucking, and I saw how taut his buttocks were each time he would thrust into her cunt.

In some ways, it was turning me on, and in other ways, it scared me.

I kept thinking that one day this would happen to me, and I didn't know if I was ready to ever let it happen.

Then, I heard a noise in the hallway, and I figured I'd better close their door and hightail it out of there. I just started running, but didn't know where to go. I thought of going back to the dance, but Jeffrey would still be there, and I didn't want him coming near me.

So I decided to walk around the campus. I didn't think it would be dangerous, but it turned out to be just that. For someone was waiting in the bushes, and I was going to be his victim.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Wanda came to see me, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and an electric looking blouse.

In some ways, the blouse went against her shy personality, for it was loud, and the kind of thing you might expect a swinging girl to wear. I didn't comment on it because I actually thought that it was good for her.

People always tend to judge other people on their physical appearances, and since Wanda had always given off the appearance of being shy and withdrawn, the blouse was a good thing for her, giving her a different look.

* * *

I sometimes wonder if Jeffrey was the one who raped me. I did walk out on him at the dance, and for all I know, he could have followed me up to Laura's room and then watched me run out onto the campus, and then attack me.

Of course, I'll never know who did it because it was dark outside, and I was pulled behind a clump of bushes.

But I did hear footsteps for a while before I was grabbed, and I swear, when I think of the joke I made of those footsteps, I could kill myself. You see, as I was walking along the campus, I first heard the footsteps, and I started to think that I was in some kind of thriller movie.

I started to pretend that someone was following me and getting ready to attack me. In reality, that was the last thing in my mind, of course, since I thought that the campus was one of the safest places to be.

So I imagined that someone was after me, and I started to walk faster. When the footsteps were moving faster too, I thought it was funny. In fact, I remember laughing.

I started to run, and then the footsteps were running too.

As I moved past this clump of bushes, I suddenly felt something at my feet. It was as if the person was tackling me, and that's when I realized that the whole thing was no longer a joke, and that it was all real.

For I was knocked to the ground and then dragged behind these bushes.

The man, who I couldn't see because it was too dark, sat on my stomach and started to hit me in the face a few times.

You can believe that I was frightened out of my wits.

"Gonna fuck you baby," he was singing. Yes, singing! I couldn't believe it.

It was as if the whole thing was a joke to him, and he was making a song up about the rape that he was about to pull off.

Then, I felt him sliding down my body so that he was sitting on my legs. He moved his fingers to my blouse and started to rip the buttons right open. I was wearing a bra, and he just pulled it down under my tits.

Then he moved his mouth to my tit and started to bite my nipple.

Two feelings were running through me at the same time. Fear and pleasure.

Yes, doctor, pleasure. You look as surprised as I am when I think about it. For even though he was biting my nipple pretty hard, I was beginning to feel it stiffen. I could also feel my cunt starting to get wet.

He moved his mouth from one tit to the other, sucking and biting.

Then, he started to pull at my pants. That was when I knew he was going to fuck my cunt, and no matter how much pleasure I had been feeling, I knew I couldn't lose my virginity that way.

I started to pound my fists against his chest, but he was so strong. I was hitting him as hard as I could, and none of my blows seemed to be affecting him.

"Gonna fuck that pussy, baby," he said.

He pulled my pants down, then ripped my panties right off. As I said, my cunt had gotten a little wet because of the way he had been licking my nipples, and when he moved his hand to my pussy and felt the wetness, he laughed again.

"And a hot pussy bitch at that," he sung out, like everything else.

He started to slide his fingers in and out of my cunt, and as he did, he was turning his body around. I remembered when Laura told me how she and Ziggy got into foreplay before fucking, and I assumed that he just wanted to lick my cunt.

What I hadn't known was that while he was stripping off my panties, he was also pulling his cock out of his pants.

When he turned around, moving his mouth to my cunt, he was also moving his stiff dick to my mouth. I felt him rubbing it against my lips, and I kept them clenched shut because I didn't think I could suck him.

However, he pulled on my cunt lips so hard, that I opened my mouth to scream. When I did that, he rammed his way right into my mouth, deep.

I gagged on his cock, and when he heard that, his dick throbbed in my mouth. He started to thrust it in and out of my mouth, pretty fast, and I could taste it.

And he was eating my cunt. He kept my cunt lips spread wide, and moved his mouth to my clit. He started to lick it and nibble on it, and I could feel it swelling. Once it was fully hard, my cunt started to get wetter.

So he kept sucking on my pussy juices, and moaning at the same time.

Now even though Laura had told me about sex, I still didn't know too much about a man's orgasm. When his cock started to throb in my mouth, and then he started to shoot the come right onto my tongue, I really thought that he was pissing in my mouth.

I started to retch, and thought that I'd throw up. I didn't swallow any of the come, but instead, just let it stay in my mouth until I could let it drip out. It didn't taste so bad, but seeing as how I didn't know what it was, I certainly was not going to let myself, swallow it.

He kept his dick in my mouth for a long time, even after he had come.

That was another thing I didn't know. A guy loses his hard-on after an orgasm, but this man just didn't. His cock did get a little smaller, but it was still pretty big in my mouth. And he stayed in my mouth until, I guess, he felt that he was ready enough to fuck me.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. No words left my throat. And he turned his body around on top of mine and drove his cock into my cunt with one deep, hard thrust, ripping right through my hymen.

I felt the skin ripping, and it was painful.

But then, he started to thrust back and forth very fast, and soon, the pain was changing to pleasure. It shocked me that I could feel pleasure during a rape.

I still don't understand why. My cunt was starting to spasm around his cock very hard, and soon, there were tingling sensations running through my entire body, and I thought that I was going to explode.

I heard him panting, and he moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard.

But then again, everything was so hard and forceful, so the kiss was kind of nice in comparison to all that.

His cock started to pulsate many times in my cunt, and I thought that he was going to shoot that pissy come again.

But each time he would pulsate, he'd thrust in deep and keep himself there for a few minutes, then start up again when the pulsations subsided.

I'd say the whole thing lasted about a half an hour, and not one person passed by on the campus the entire time. Maybe if someone had, they would have stopped him or caught him. But then again, I'm kind of glad he got away.

When he started to come inside of me, I felt these thick gobs of cream filling me up, and I thought that I was going to pass out. My pleasures were at such an incredible high by that point, and I know that I did come when he fucked me, a few times.

As soon as he'd come, he pulled out, stuffed his cock back into his pants, then started to run off. I waited until the footsteps could no longer be heard, and then I lay there for a while before I could pull myself together.

I was a mess when I got back to' Laura's room, and I interrupted another fuck between her and Ziggy. When they saw me fall in, they sensed what had happened. At first, they thought that Jeffrey had made me, and like I said, maybe he did.

I have no idea who that rapist was, but he left me so confused, and filled with fear. Well, Laura was really the one who filled me with fear. She asked me if he had come inside of me, and when I said yes, she said I could be pregnant.

It wasn't until I got my period, three weeks later, that I stopped worry about that particular problem.

But there are still so many other things that I worry about. For one thing, I don't want my parents to find out that it ever happened.

And for another, I worry about how I'm going to react the next time I ever let anyone touch me. I don't know if I'm going to be frigid, or if I'm going to be able to get into it, and the more I think about it, the less I ever want to experience it again.

Remember when you saw me at my parents' party, and you came up to me after I kind of told that boy to leave me alone.

Well, he had been coming on to me, and although I thought he was kind of cute, I'm just not ready to let anyone fuck me. And he made it clear that he did want to make it with me, hence, the reason for my frigid attitude toward him.

And how am I going to like sex? The rapist was really brutal with his thrusting, so is that the way I'm going to need it when I finally get into it? They say that a first time has a lot of influence on a young girl, and my first time was not your typical experience.

The thing that I'm glad about is that Laura and I had that masturbation session the night before the rape. I think that if we hadn't, I would have felt a lot more pain while it was happening. I still feel a little pain from it now.

CONCLUSION

All the questions that Wanda asked me at the end, are questions that I told her cannot be answered unless she had another sexual experience. It is unfortunate that her first time had to be so brutal, but there is nothing that she can do about it now.

Acting frigid toward boys who are trying to be tender and gentle with her is certainly not going to help things. Also, there are many women who like it hard, so there is no reason to think that there's anything wrong with that, either.

I am planning to keep in touch with Wanda, and hopefully, I'll be able to help her in the future, in one way or the other. Hers was a very interesting case.

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUBJECT: Kim E. AGE: Eighteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Kim is a cute girl with freckles, and straight red hair. When' she came to see me she was wearing an ordinary work shirt and faded jeans, and it was obvious to me that she is the kind of girl who is not out to impress anyone with her appearance.

I am not putting her down, and I don't want to lead you to believe that she is unattractive in any sort of way. She is, in fact, a kind of nature-type girl who wears no make-up, and can get away with it.

When she came to see me, the shirt she wore was open in the front, revealing most of her breasts, and she didn't seem at all ashamed.

She was also, refreshingly enough, more than willing to talk.

* * *

My brother David is the one who got me involved in the whole nature thing, and I owe him a great deal. Of course, when you hear what else he got me involved in, you might think that he's a shit.

I don't. Not at all. Except for the fact that he split, went cross-country, promised to write me, and just never did. For that he's on my shit list, but for everything else, he's the tops. The best fucking brother a girl could want, and the best fuck, too.

Oh, there you go, doctor, making judgement. I know you didn't say anything, but that look on your face says it all. I don't give a fuck.

Look, my folks died in a plane crash a few months back, and it was a hard time for me and Dave. We inherited a fucking bundle, too, and after we sold the house and all their shit, we realized that we were set for a good number of years.

The two of us got a small apartment, because it was all we needed. We had our own bedrooms, and no, doctor, we hadn't slept with each other yet.

I mean, not until a few weeks after we had our apartment.

It all happened one night so suddenly. I was lying in bed, and I started to think about mom and dad, and how I should have been much, much closer to them. I hardly ever told them that I loved them, and I did, and as I thought about it, I knew I'd never be able to. I guess you could call it a case of the guilts. That's what Dave did.

He heard me starting to cry, and I must have been crying for such a long time that he had to come in and check out what was happening.

I was naked, as I always am when I sleep, and he walked into my room and sat down on my bed. He tried to hug me to comfort me, and that's when it all happened. I mean, first I told him why I was freaking out the way I was, and then, he kissed me.

But it wasn't a brotherly kiss. He was three years older than me, and a hot looking guy with short black hair and a fab body.

When he kissed me, it was like a man kissing a woman, and suddenly, he was pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me.

He was naked when he walked into the room, too, and as he kissed me, I felt that lovely dick of his starting to get hard. It was only natural for us to fuck, doctor, so don't look at me like I committed sin number one. Shit, I'll leave if you start to put me on a guilt trip.

When I felt his cock, I knew I had to have it in me.

I had fucked around quite a lot, so I wasn't a virgin or anything like that, either. I guided Dave into my pussy, and after I had his cock head past my cunt lips, I wrapped my legs around his ass and squeezed so that he had to keep moving in deeper.

"Kim, you're a hot bitch," he said, and he kissed me.

I took it as a compliment, doctor. I could feel my cunt spasming tightly around his cock because of the way he was thrusting, and soon, he started to pulsate. I loved it when that happened, but the fuck was so good that I knew it couldn't end so fast. I wrapped my legs around his ass again, really tighter this time, and made him rest inside of me so he couldn't thrust his way into orgasmville.

We were both sweating, and we just kept kissing and grinding.

I made him pull out of me at one point because I just had to see what his cock looked like, glistening and coated with my cunt cream.

When he was out of my cunt, I started to lick him. I love to suck dicks, when I want one, and his was more than appealing.

He had the heaviest balls, too. They hung so low in that scrotal sack of his, and there was one point when I was sucking on his balls and massaging his cock at the same time. He started to moan and told me he was going to come soon.

So I sucked him back into my mouth just as the first load came out. It landed right on my tongue, where my taste buds are their most sensitive, and believe me, my brother had the best come I'd ever tasted.

I kept "sucking him and sucking him, and I could tell that I was not only draining him of his cream, but also of his energy.

He lay on the bed after we were finished, and I kept playing with his cock because I wanted to get him up again.

As we stroked each other, we talked about what we were going to do in the future. When he told me he wanted to- travel, I was pissed.

"You're just feeling guilty now about fucking me, right? You want to leave me."

"Oh Kim, cut the shit," he said. "You just want to make yourself believe that crap, so fuck you. Look, we've got a lot of money now, and it ain't gonna last. I wanna see things while I can, before I have to settle down into the nine to five routine for the rest of my life."

"Ha. You'll never be able to pull that off no matter how you try."

"Maybe not now, Kimmy, but I'm gonna have to do it sometime in my life. So now, I wanna go cross-country. How about you?"

'T like it here, toots. Besides, someone has to watch our place, know what I mean? We got all our shit here."

I felt his cock throbbing in my hand, and I knew that he was ready for a heavy fucking session. Well, I spread my legs and he entered me with long, powerful thrusts. I loved it. He was fucking my brains out.

The best fucker in the world, which is probably what he's doing right now.

Well, we fucked ourselves into a frenzy that night, and when he came in my pussy, I kept him there until he was hard again. And then, when he was, he started to thrust in and out once more.

My pussy was dripping with come by the time he was finished, and I think it had to be the most satisfying fuck of my life.

We did get it on a few more times during the next few weeks, when Dave, if you'll forgive the cliche, was getting his shit together.

He wanted to figure out just what he was going to need to do the cross-country number, and he ended up buying a used camper. He also had to take traveler's checks, because I told him that if he took cash, he'd get ripped off.

I swear, doctor, as I sit here now, I'm still worrying about that inconsiderate scumbag. I'm saying that with all the love I have, you must understand. I mean, he's been gone a couple of weeks, and not one letter or call, or nothing.

But I know that he can take care of himself. He's real cool when it comes to looking out for himself. Really with it.

But now, you want to know about my rape.

It was a rape, in all technical senses of the word, even though I'd invited the guy to stay over in my apartment. Why not?

Look, doctor, you're giving me that fucking look again, and I don't care for it.

Why don't you let me explain before you make those fucking faces because they're beginning to piss me off, and I won't come back again next week if you take that attitude.

One day, about four weeks ago, there was a knock on the door, right?

There was this cute guy named Eddie at the door, and he told me that he had run across my brother while traveling cross-country, right? He knew Dave's name, and even knew what he looked like, so there was no reason not to believe him.

He said that Dave had told him that when he got to the city, he could crash at our place for a couple of days. Well, with a recommendation from my brother, of course I was going to let him stay. I never knew he'd be a fucking psychotic rapist.

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Kim came to see me, she was wearing a pair of overalls and no shirt underneath. She did wear a jacket, which she took off as soon as she entered my office. However, once the jacket was off, her breasts were almost completely naked.

She didn't seem to care at all, and I must admit that even though I had been giving her strange looks that annoyed her during her first interview, she was really one of the most charming patients I'd ever interviewed.

I told her that before she even started, just to make sure that she wouldn't read me all wrong, and I think we had an understanding after that.

* * *

Eddie was a charming enough guy, but believe me doctor, I'm not an easy fuck. I know whether or not I want to lay someone when I first meet him, and when I met Eddie, with his curly brown hair and scraggly beard, I knew I just wanted to be his friend.

And I had no questions at all in mind when it came to letting him stay over.

He ended up staying one night because I threatened to call the cops on him if he ever came back the next day.

But let me tell you all about the night. It began with a nice vegetarian dinner that I had made, and Eddie kept asking me where the meat was. I told him I wasn't into eating animals, and I could tell that he took an attitude already.

"You into getting high?" he asked.

"Depends on what," I told him. "Pot, yes. Booze, no."

"What about some wicked coke that'll make you fly high?"

"I never tried anything like that, but I'll try it once."

"Good, he said, and we went into the living room and he started to set it up. I'd always been curious about cocaine, and after about five snorts, I was flying high.

That was when Eddie started to get more aggressive. We were sitting on the couch and he put his arm around my shoulder and started to pull me closer to him. He moved his lips to my ear and kissed me.

"Knock it off," I said, and I tried to push him away.

"Hey, chickie, I wanna fuck you," he said.

Now doctor, as I told you, I've been around, but I hate these scumbags who think that they can fuck you just because they have these ego problems. Eddie's was more than that. He's a fucking sick loony.

I pushed him away and stood up, with my hands on my hips.

"I'm going to sleep now, kiddo, and you can still stay. Dave's room is down the hall on the right, and don't try to get into my room, got it? I don't wanna fuck you. Understand? No fucking."

I walked into my room and felt pretty secure, I must admit. I had made myself perfectly clear to him, so what did I have to fear.

Well, I was just climbing into bed, wearing nothing, when suddenly, he kicked my goddamn bedroom door right open. He had a crazed look in his face, and he also had his hard dick in his hand.

He was wearing no shirt, and I saw how hairy his chest was, and he had on his pants. But the fly was open and his dick was out.

"I'm gonna fuck you, bitch, whether you want it or not."

I think that was the moment when I started to panic.

, I tried to get up and run past him, but he socked me in the stomach. I swear. It was a rucking powerful blow, and he really knocked all my energy right out of me. I doubled over in pain, and as I did that, he shoved his cock into my mouth.

"Suck that powerful stick, baby," he said, and he rammed it so deep into my throat that I thought I was going to gag.

Now doctor, I think if we hadn't had our little talk before this second interview, you'd be giving me a dirty look now because of what I'm going to tell you.

No, I still hated what he was doing. That fucking psycho.

But the reason that it wasn't all that bad was because of the coke we had done. I really think it was laced with something else, like PCP which is supposed to be this deadly kind of hallucinogen.

I was beginning to hallucinate, and I saw all these strange images.

That freaked me out a lot, too. I kept thinking that he was going to kill me with his battering ram cock, for each time he rammed it deep in my throat, I thought that I would gag to death.

He started to come in my mouth a few seconds after he first began to thrust. Or it seemed like a few seconds. I guess it was the drug. It could have been hours.

But when he came, do you know what I did? I saved all his fucking come in my mouth and as he pulled his semi-limp dick out of my mouth, I spit the come all over his face and his chest so that he was dripping with it.

Wrong! I never should have done that, for it just set him off even more and he slapped me hard across the face.

I fell back on my bed, and he fell between my legs. He started to eat my cunt, but he was really ripping at me. He chewed on my cunt lips, until I thought he was going to eat them right off.

Talk about brute force. The guy didn't know what the word gentle meant.

He kept eating me, and as I thrust my cunt up against his face, hoping that I might knock him out or something, he slid his fingers under my buttocks and started to move them to my asshole. He rammed one finger right up my asshole, digging it in deep.

I'm just glad it wasn't his cock, which probably would have killed me.

So I was under his control, seeing as how I was stoned and he was eating me and finger-fucking my ass at the same time.

I know that he was waiting for his dick to get hard again so he could fuck my cunt, for _ as soon as he was hard, he climbed up on the bed.

He pulled my legs up over his shoulders as he plunged his dick into my cunt. I was trying to scratch his face with my long toe nails, and he moved his mouth to one of my toes and started to bite on it.

Shit! Did it ever hurt. I thought, once more, that he was going to bite parts of me off. He was such a fucking animal, and his teeth were digging into my toe.

He kept humping me, thrusting and grinding, and I felt as ff I was going to faint.

I think that I must have blacked out at certain moments, for there were marks on my body the next morning that I know must have gotten there from his abusive manners. For instance, there were teeth marks on my belly the next morning, and I don't remember him biting me there, but since the marks were on me, he had to have done it.

When he started to come inside of me, it seemed like he was shooting forever.

But because he knew that he was coming, and that it was going to be the end of the fucking, he slammed himself into me just to get in the last few hard thrusts.

And I passed out, doctor. Really.

It had to have been the drug, because if anything like that rape had happened to me in a normal state of mind, I would have gotten up as soon as it was over. Instead, I passed out and didn't wake up until the next morning.

He was there, sleeping with me. I thought that took balls, and I'm just glad that I got up before he did, otherwise he might have fucked me again.

As soon as I got up, I got dressed, and then I woke up him.

"I just called the cops," I told him. "If you don't get the fuck out of here right this second, they're going to come and take you away."

Well, you never saw anyone haul-ass as fast as that shitface did.

He ran into the living room and put on his pants and shirt, and he was running out the door as he was pulling up his fly. In fact, he ended up leaving his underwear on my bed, because he must have squirmed out of them during the night.

I burned them, as a kind of protest.

And now, doctor dear, you gotta hear the clincher to this whole thing. Remember when I was here last week, I told you that I was pissed at my brother because he hadn't called me since he left to go cross-country.

Well, he called me last night, and I started to talk to him.

"Your friend Eddie spent the night here," I said to him.

"My friend Eddie? Sis, have you been eating too many vegetables? I don't have any friend that I can think of named Eddie."

"Come on, brother, don't lie. He told me that he met you going cross-country and that you told him he could stay here whenever he wanted to."

"Nope, never said that to anyone," he told me.

"Then how the fuck did he know you?" I asked.

We went on and on, and when I described Eddie for him, he started to remember seeing some guy like that in a restaurant he had stopped at. As it turns out, for at least from the story we can make of it, Eddie, that shitface scumbag, was sitting next to Dave at this restaurant in Arizona, when Dave was trying to make the waitress.

He had been, telling her all about where he came from, mentioning names, and Eddie must have picked up on it. He probably thought that he could stay with me for a long time, but I'm glad I caught on to him fast.

I'm not glad he raped me, doc. I swear, if I ever run into him, even just walking down the street, I will not hesitate at all. I'll just walk up to him, smile at him, then knee the motherfucker in the balls and walk away, with that same big smile on my face.

CONCLUSION

I am sure that Kim will have no after-effects from the rape she experienced, because she seems to have a good enough understanding of herself and people to be able to deal with what happened. The only thing I could really tell her was to be a little more wary of people, and a little less trusting than she is right now.

I must admit that I do not enjoy giving advice like that, because I would like people to always be kind and trusting of one another, but nowadays, it just can't always be like that.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUBJECT: Diane E. AGE: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Diane is a short girl with short black hair and rather large breasts for a girl of her age. Her breasts are so large, in fact, that they throw her entire figure off. I am sure, however, that as she continues to grow, things will balance out.

When she came to see me, she wore a pair of tight corduroy pants, and a brown blouse, open at the top to reveal enough cleavage to titillate.

Diane seemed like a rather brazen girl, and was eager to talk about her experiences.

* * *

When I think back to the whole thing, it was probably all my fault. After all, I was aware of the fact that Tony would spy on me all the time, and whenever I would see him, I'd put on a show for him.

I don't even remember when I first noticed that we had this peeping Tom neighbor. I don't even know if I feel right about calling him a peeping Tom.

You see, Tony is about eighteen, and I don't even know where his head is at. He graduated high school last year, and never went to college, and never got a job, either. He would just sit home all the time, and the reason I don't know if a peeping Tom label is appropriate is because our windows just face each other.

So he wasn't really trying to look intentionally.

But one night, I remember, I had my shades up and I was getting ready for bed. I undressed and stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. Admiring might not be the right word, either. As you can see, doctor, I have trouble expressing myself.

I think, to be perfectly honest with you, that I was looking at my body in the mirror because my tits are too big.

I love them, don't get me wrong, and most of the guys I go to school with like me a lot because of my tits. I know that. But right now, my body hasn't caught up with my tits, and they're out of proportion.

As I started to play with my nipples, a favorite pastime of mine, I could feel them starting to swell up.

That's when I remembered that my window shade was up, and when I looked over, I saw Tony, sitting by his window, watching me.

He had his tongue out, as if he was panting, and it was so weird.

But you know what I did then? I pulled the shade down and then started to think about him. As I did, I could feel myself beginning to get a little hot.

I was the first girl to really start growing tits in my class. I matured very early, doctor, and I used to masturbate a lot. Well, the idea, that this guy was getting off on watching me was turning me on, and I found myself getting wet between the legs.

I moved to my bed and lay down, then spread my legs really wide and moved my fingers to my cunt. I started to massage my pussy lips, and they swelled up pretty much. I felt myself spasming inside, and my clit was getting stiff.

I started to jerk my fingers in and out of my cunt, fast.

As I did, my whole body was swelling with passion. I could feel myself coming again and again, and then I started to think about Donald.

Donald was the first and only boy I'd ever fucked, until Tony got me, that is.

It had all happened one night in the park. I never thought that I ever would have lost my virginity at such a young age, but Donald started to play with my tits and he got me so hot, that I started to rub my legs together.

That led to his moving his hands down and fingering my cunt, and once he had his fingers up there, I was under his complete control.

Basically, he just pulled his cock out and pulled my pants down, and I sat on his lap and let him slide that dick into me.

It turned out to be really nice, and I used to think about it a lot and masturbate, the way I was doing it that night.

However, just as I was about to reach my peak, the shade suddenly flew up.

I used to have a lot of trouble with that shade, and it picked the wrong time to go up on me. Tony was still sitting by the window, as if he had been waiting for me to pull the shade up.

Only that time, he got a glimpse of me on my bed, with my fingers furiously fucking my own cunt. I was so lost in what I was doing, that I had no time to go and pull the shade back down. I continued to work my fingers, and I kept staring at Tony.

That was when I noticed his arm moving. I could only see him from the chest up, since he was sitting, but when I saw his arm moving, I knew that he was masturbating as he watched me. I thought about what his cock must have looked like, and that made me come even harder than I was already coming.

Now that doesn't mean I wanted to fuck Tony. I didn't.

To tell you the truth, after my one fuck with Donald, I had decided that I was going to wait for the right boy to come along. I had liked Donald, and the fucking was nice, but I knew that it would be better when I fell in love with a guy.

Besides, I would tell myself, I'm only fifteen and I don't want to start getting a reputation. It would have been easy for me to get one, since I have such big tits and most of the guys in my class liked to try and think of me as a whorish kind.

But I wasn't.

There was a great deal of fascination with what Tony and I were doing, however. We were both turning each other on, and I knew it all had to do with voyeurism.

After that first time, it would happen again and again. Most of the times when it happened, I wanted it to happen. I mean, the shade wouldn't just fly up. I would pull it up and then start my show.

I even remember a night when I stood in front of the window, completely naked, and spread my cunt lips for him so he could practically see all of my inner pussy. I started to thrust my cunt against the window, and I even left come stains there.

Maybe I should have realized that I was leading him on a little on this particular afternoon when I ran into him. I was on my way home from school and he was sitting on his front porch. As he saw me passing, he got up and ran after me.

"Hi, Diane," he said, and he even sounded like he was a little batty.

"Hi, Tony. Haven't seen you around in a while."

"I've seen you," he said to me. "I've seen all of you that there is to see, if you know what I mean. All of you."

"Oh yeah, do you like what you see?" I asked, hardly even realizing how much I was leading him on by my questioning.

"Love it, Diane. You have great tits and a terrific pussy."

What I did next must have really been the clincher that made him decide to finally rape me when he had the chance.

I slapped him across the face. It wasn't a hard slap. It was, in fact, doing it all as a joke.

"You fresh little boy," I said. "You shouldn't use such naughty words with me. I've never heard such filth. Goodbye."

Maybe if I had thought about Tony a little bit more, and tried to figure out why he hadn't done anything after high school, and why he never went out or had any friends, I would have known better.

I mean, you just can't joke with someone who's a little sick. Off the deep end, so to speak, because you can really set them off.

And to top it off, that night, I pulled up my shade again and performed for Tony.

I made it one of the best performances of my exhibitionist career. I took this cucumber from the kitchen and used it as a dildo, for him to see. I was ramming it in and out of my cunt, and his tongue was actually hanging out of his mouth. His hand was jerking away at his cock, which I still could never see.

But I got to see it soon enough, even though I didn't want to.

It all happened one night. My parents were going out to a party. I think it was a Friday, and since Tony was always sitting by his window, he had to have seen them leave. He knew that I was all alone in the house, and very, very vulnerable...

INTERVIEW TWO

The second time Diane came to see me, she was wearing a low cut dress. I had to admit, now that I finally got to see her legs, that her breasts were not the only part of her body that was attractive.

They were still out of proportion with the rest of her body, however.

When she came to see me, she seemed a little upset, and her reasoning was quite confusing to me. But I'll let her explain.

* * *

On my way over here I ran into Tony, and he said that he'd tell my parents about what I've done, and that I seduced him, unless I let him fuck me again.

The thing is, I never let him fuck me the first time. He did rape me.

It all started on that night when my folks were out. I'd told you about it.

Well, I was supposed to go out with some friends, but I decided that I was too tired. It was Friday night and school had exhausted me. I went into my room and lay down to rest for a while.

When I got up, I decided to take a shower. I stripped, with my shades up, and that was when I saw Tony there again. He smiled at me, and I waved at him. Then I started to pull on my nipples.

Before I left the room to go to the shower, I started to wiggle my ass. I was really kind of enticing him, although I still didn't want him to do what he did.

I left my room and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in, then started to wash myself.

The water felt so nice and soothing, and I was soaping up my pussy when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Mommy. Daddy. You get back early?" I asked.

"No," I heard a voice say, and suddenly, the shower curtain was pulled open.

Tony was standing there, without anything on. I looked out in the hall, and I could see that he had taken off his clothes there. He had left them lying there, and I finally got to see what his cock was like.

It was so thick and so long, that I couldn't believe it. He was stroking it as he stepped into the shower with me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. "Leave me alone."

"Nice tits and a great pussy," he said, and he reached for my breast.

He started to pull on my nipple, and although I could feel it getting stiff, I realized that if I let him continue, he was going to go all the way. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

He slapped me back, even harder. Then he pushed me against the tile wall and kissed me on the lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he rubbed his hard cock against my wet black pussy patch. I could feel him trying to prod the thick head of it into my cunt, and I kept my legs clenched shut.

"Leave me alone," I was screaming. "My parents are home. I'll call them."

"Bullshit, Diane, with the big tits and nice pussy. They went out, you pussy. And this is what you've always wanted."

"Tony, please, it was all a game. An innocent game."

He slid his fingers down to my pussy and fingered me hard.

I tried to slap his hand away, and that's when he really slapped me across the face. If I had thought the first slap was hard, this second one was worse. I thought, for a few seconds, that he might have broken my jaw.

Then he turned me around so I was facing the shower faucet. He pulled my hands up there and reached for a towel.

He started to tie my hands to the faucet, and once they were tied there, I couldn't do anything, except to keep pulling in the hopes of getting free.

He stood behind me, rubbing his cock against my ass and moving his hands over my tits and my belly and pussy.

He would cup both of my tits in his hands and kind of squeeze them together.

He had a pretty hairy chest, and I felt those hairs rubbing over my back.

"How do you want to be fucked, nice tits?" he asked me.

"Stop saying that, Tony. Leave me alone. You're crazy."

"You want it. You want it. You always let me see you so you must want it."

"It's only a game," I kept saying.

He moved in front of my body and sunk to his knees. He pulled my cunt to his mouth and started to lick me. I will admit that he knew how to use his tongue. It was the first time anyone had ever licked me, but I could feel him making direct contact with my clit and making me swell with pleasure.

He started to flick my clit back and forth, and I felt my legs weakening. That caused a greater strain on my bound wrists, and I begged him to let me go.

"If I let you go, you won't run away, will you?"

"Of course not," I lied, hoping that he would fall for it.

He did, too. He opened the knotted towel, and as soon as he did, I stepped out of the shower and started to run.

I had no idea where I could run to. The bathroom was the only room in the house with a lock on it, and he was in there.

But not for long. He ran right after me, and he was much faster. He tackled me in the hallway and rolled me over on my back. He yanked my legs apart with an incredible amount of force and anger.

"Lying big titted bitch," he was saying, and then he rammed his cock into my cunt.

I was glad that I was wet from the way he had eaten me, because his cock was so enormous that it would have really hurt me otherwise. He thrust in deep with one long stroke, and I screamed in pain.

He covered my mouth with his big hand to keep me from screaming, and then he started to thrust in and out of me. I could feel his cock rubbing over my clit, and that was pretty nice, I will admit.

In fact, I did start to come, when he was fucking me, which surprised me. I never thought that anything like that would happen, since the whole thing was a forced rape.

I guess that even though I was scared, I knew that the worst thing he could do was already being done. The fucking, I mean. For he was my neighbor, and I was sure that once he came, it would all be over. I was sure that he wouldn't beat me up, or kill me, which is a threat to a lot of rape victims when they don't know the rapist.

I started to thrust my cunt up and down when he got tired of thrusting because I wanted him to come inside of me fast, hoping that it would be the end when he did.

However, just as he started to pulsate hard, he pulled out of my cunt.

He slid up my body and rammed his cock head between my lips, just as he shot his first load. He grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth up and down his shaft.

"Suck me, big tits," he said, and he rubbed his buttocks over my breasts. He was really applying a lot of weight to them, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

So I sucked him as hard as I could, and when he was finished and his cock was going limp, he stood up and started to dress.

He left without saying a word, and you can bet that I haven't pulled my shades up since that happened.

But then, this afternoon, like I told you before, he threatened me. He said that unless I let him fuck me again, he would tell my parents that I always show myself through the window, and that I enticed him into my bedroom.

t I don't know what to do now. I sometimes think that I wouldn't mind letting him fuck me again, but if I do, he'll want it all the time. I don't want him to start thinking of me as a regular lay, nor do I want my parents to find out.

CONCLUSION

The first thing that I told Diane, by way of reprimanding her, that the rape was basically her fault. She knew, from the start, that there was something wrong with Tony, even though she did not know what it was specifically.

It seems to me that any boy who just sits inside all day staring out the window is disturbed, and I'm sure that her parents know that, too.

Therefore, I told her not to take his threat seriously. I am sure that if he were to go and tell her parents what she did, they would not believe him.

And I did warn her not to play exhibitionist anymore. I am sure that she will not, especially after what happened.

To tempt a person, and then get upset about the consequences is wrong. Diane should have known that she was tempting Tony with her antics at the window. If she hadn't done it, the rape would never have occurred.

CASE HISTORY FIVE

SUBJECT: Eleanor S. AGE: Seventeen

INTERVIEW ONE

Rape is a difficult and often devastating experience in any woman's life, even more affecting when one is young. I have had to deal with many cases such as this and it is always hard to reach the person that is effected.

Eleanor S. entered my office one afternoon, nervous and excited. She did not seem to be out of control of herself, but it was obvious to see that she had experienced something important in her young life and needed to talk it out. She was wearing a conservative outfit, consisting of a frilly, flower-colored blouse and a skirt that just covered her pert, dainty knees. She sat in the chair across from me, her hands folded primly in her lap, her glasses balanced sharply on the bridge of her nose. She was quite well-developed for her age, already having lost much of her baby fat.

Her eyes were a striking, deep blue and her cheeks rosy and fresh. It would have been hard for anyone to tell that she had gone through what she had. She looked so innocent and untouched that even I took awhile to connect her story with the prim, proper young girl that was sitting across from me.

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This is all very strange for me, Doctor, so you will have to excuse me if I stammer or stutter a bit while telling you all of this. I'm not used to talking about intimate topics with strangers, but, I suppose when it comes to this, it's better that way.

I have never been very active with boys, I haven't ever gone out on a date or anything. So my experience with sex has been very limited, if you know what I mean. I'm not saying that I haven't ever done anything, I necked in the coat room when I was really very young and a few times I had girl friends over and we explored each other's bodies a little, but nothing that could have prepared me for what happened.

I knew about sex, God, I'd been reading and thinking about it since I was about twelve. You know how young girls are, Doctor, they always are intrigued by sensual things, even if they are scared to death of them!

In any event, the most I had ever done was masturbated and that began when I was about fourteen. Ummm, those memories are nice. I would lay on my bed after taking a nice, warm, long shower and gently rub my soft, spongy pillow up and down over my bare, moist pussy. I would dream of movie stars or maybe a particular boy at school and just come so good! Of course, at that time, I didn't even know what I was doing. It was just something that felt good and I vaguely thought of as wicked. I knew that I shouldn't let anyone see me doing this, most of all my parents!

My parents are nice, conservative people who never told me a thing about sex. My mother tried a couple of times, but was so vague about the whole thing, that all I ever got out of it was it was something that would happen when I got married. Boy, was I ever screwed up about it.

By the time I turned seventeen a few months ago, however, I knew what it was all about. I read all the books and even snuck into an X rated movie with my best friend, one time. It was shocking and kind of silly, we thought. But it did turn us on and both of us were dying to try it, but of course, never thought we would until we found just the perfect man we were going to marry.

Now there's this teacher at school, he is one of the track coaches and simply beautiful! He is tall and muscular, about twenty-five. Last year was his first year teaching at our school and all the girls fell in love with him at first sight. He ended up coaching our combined track team and for the first time in my life, I went out for a sport. I'm not very athletic, but I'm short-waisted and my legs are stronger than I .ever thought they were. I turned out to be a pretty good long distance runner and I made the starting squad in both the four hundred and the eight hundred meter runs. Boy, I was a bit frumpy a year ago, but just one spring of running and did I ever get into getting myself in shape! I ran all summer and now it's part of my daily routine to do about a mile of jogging every morning before school. It has done wonders for my figure, I can tell you that!

Last year I didn't have curves, I had lumps, but slowly my body filled out and for the first time boys started to look at me in that familiar way. I didn't know what it was, then, but I do now.

Anyway, after the last meet last spring, which we won, the coach, his name is Tony, had all of the teams over to his house for a party. It was a daring evening, because he served wine and beer and treated us like grown ups instead of teenagers. Tony has a girl friend that lives in another city, so I guess he gets a bit horny between visits.

I say that, because he had started to take an interest in me during the training and meets we attended. Not any kind of a sexual interest, he was just into making me the best runner possible. I won't deny that the melting away of baby fat and lumps in my body didn't have an effect on him. I could tell that it did when I thought about everything later on.

Anyway, the party lasted way into the night, and a lot of the kids got drunk. They were well behaved, but seriously necking after, awhile. I was a little nervous and embarrassed to see all those kids rolling and tumbling about the sofa and rug, kissing and touching each other as if no one else were there, so I went into Tony's bedroom to kind of get away from it.

I was pretty drunk myself. Not smashed, but having not been used to wine and beer, it was easy for me to get tipsy on just a little bit. Tony was drunk, too and when he came into the bedroom to change his shirt and saw me sitting on his bed he laughed softly and went to his closet shaking his head.

"What's so funny?" I asked, watching carefully as he stripped off the shirt, exposing his broad, smooth back to my eyes. I felt a tingle in my loins and a warm flush coming over me that made me shiver. "Why are you laughing?"

He tossed the shirt into a clothes hamper and came over to the bed, still naked from the waist up. "You are, little Eleanor," he said, chuckling softly. "I can tell you are nervous about the kids out there, aren't you? You don't have to deny it with me, I understand. You haven't had much experience with love making, have you?"

God, was I embarrassed. I mean, here was this gorgeous man talking to me this way. And one of my teachers, no less. I couldn't say a thing, Doctor! My tongue felt like a thick sponge in my mouth and I was quivering out of control. I could feel the warmth of his strong, manly body coming off him and his being next to me then was a lot different than when he was coaching me during a practice or meet. I just shook my head nervously.

"It's not that," I said defiantly. I stared up at him, trying to put on a brave front. "I just don't like to see it in public. I think people should do that sort of thing when they are alone, that's all."

Well, he laughed at that and sat down on the bed next to me. He took one of my limp hands in his two, big paws and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. A tremor of delight rippled through my loins as his lips touched my flesh and I shivered involuntarily with the pleasing contact of his mouth against my skin.

"Poor, poor little Eleanor," he murmured in a quiet, soft tone, still running his lips back and forth over my trembling fingers. "She wants affection so badly, but is afraid to try it! Poor, poor little Eleanor!"

"I'm not scared, damn it," I hissed, angry and feeling foolish at acting like such a kid in front of him. "You don't know anything about me at all!"

He laughed again and got up from the bed. He went to the door and locked it, then rejoined me on the bed. I must have been aware of what he was up to for I started to feel a bit of fear churning in my stomach and had the urge to get up and leave the room at once, but I was too nervous and worried about making a fool out of myself to do anything but sit there.

"I'm going to help you out, little Eleanor," he whispered seductively, slipping his arm around my shoulder, patting me gently. "I'm going to teach you a few things I think you're going to like!"

I sighed nervously as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my head up and to the right to face him. God, did his eyes twinkle and shine! They were bright and full of love, I thought. I moaned and quivered uncontrollably as he bent forward and pressed his lips to my warm, trembling cheek. Lovingly he kissed me, rolling his lips down toward my own. I groaned as I felt his mouth suddenly covering mine and a trembling desire began to race through my loins as he kissed me hungrily with his warm, soothing lips. He held my head lightly in his hands, turning me so that he could have a more comfortable connection with my mouth.

I felt his tongue, rough and moist, slithering back and forth across my teeth, pressing urgently against them, trying to pry them apart. I was tense and worried, Doctor, wondering what would happen next. I gasped as he yanked on my chin, opening my mouth. "Give me your tongue," he whispered in a thick, harsh voice, jamming that probe between my teeth, riding it around my own, quivering dart.

"Kiss me, damn it, kiss me back, baby! Come on, Eleanor, get into it!"

I didn't know what to do. My arms seemed limp and helpless without any idea of where they should be. My tongue tried to escape his and his mouth hurt as it crushed hard on mine. I felt the seeking spear stabbing wildly at my own tender, pink arrow, curling and entwining around it as his eager, greedy lips mashed and danced over my trembling petals.

I could feel his hot, angry breath on my cheek and felt his hands traveling greedily over my blouse. I shivered and tried to pull away when I felt him close his fingers around my boobs, squeezing them passionately. I pushed against his chest but my arms felt like lead and he was easily able to brush them aside as his eager fingers plucked at the buttons to my blouse.

God, my body began to burn with a mixture of fear and pleasure. It was so strange, the sensations I was feeling. I wanted to get away and even tried to stand but he held me to the bed as if I were a doll or something and finally popped the last button free from my blouse and pulled the garment down my back and arms, exposing my tight, formless bra that held my breasts in place.

"Ummm, your tits look good," he said off-handedly, as he reached around my back to the single snap that held the bra together. "Let's see what they really look like, shall we?"

Now, this is the point where I really wanted to leave. "No, I don't want you to do that," I said, my voice so weak and broken that it shocked me. I knew I was getting scared, but I didn't know how badly. "Please don't do that, Tony, please don't pull on my bra!"

I started to push him away again but his greedy fingers found the snap and with a single tug he popped it free and used his free hand to quickly draw the bra down my slender, smooth arms, revealing my round, firm tits to his hungry eyes. My breasts are large, but not any bigger than they should be for my size and I'm proud to say that they ride quite highly on my ribcage. I don't even need a bra except when I'm running or something, they are that firm.

They are perfectly round and my nipples are almost always pink and rosy. They are able to become erect almost with the slightest friction against them and now they stood proudly against the alabaster background of my flesh as he ran his eyes over them, a shining, eager wanting easily seen in his glowing orbs.

"Ahhh, good, good boobs," he chuckled softly, running the hard, rough palm of his hand back and forth over my warm, quivering globes. I felt him press down on my nipples and shivered with a tingling pleasure as the two, stiff nuggets responded to the pleasing caress. "I like nice tits! So soft and spongy and just right! Now, relax, kid, just relax. Let Tony make you feel good!"

Well, by now I was really scared. I had never, ever let anyone see me naked. I mean, my mother a couple of times and the girls in the gym of course. But never my father or my brother or any other man. Now, here was Tony, gripping and squeezing my boobs as if he had done it for years.

I started to pull away from him, pushing my fingers against his chest, trying to pull his hand off my aching breast as he kneaded and massaged my luscious mound. "Stop it, stop it right now," I hissed urgently, brushing that hand from my boob, trying to ignore the other hand that was lightly traveling down my bare back to my swelling buttocks. "I want to go home, I want to go right now."

Then he slapped me. Real hard, I mean, with the palm of his hand, right across my cheek. I gasped and fell back on the bed, holding my hand to my sore, stinging cheek. "Cut the shit, bitch," he hissed in a thick, violent voice. He bent down and curled his fingers around my throat, holding my trembling neck tightly. "I know what you want and what you're trying to do! Now relax and get into it before I have to get rough with you! Or, is that how you like it? Nice and hard!"

I moaned and mumbled something, smelling the beer and wine on his breath as he leaned close to my face. His eyes were on fire now and his hand returned to my breasts, squeezing and gripping them in a harsh, not very pleasing fashion. I shivered in terror as he took a single rosy, hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it cruelly in his grasp. I groaned softly and stifled a sob as he rolled the tender stone back and forth in his grip, laughing quietly at my reactions.

"Please, please, Tony," I moaned, struggling under his hand, the painful memory of his slap still tingling on my cheek. "Don't touch me, please! Don't do this, please don't, don't, don't!"

He didn't even hear me. He bent down and mashed his mouth over mine, lathering my succulent lips with his tongue, taking gentle, quick bites of the trembling petals with his teeth as he kneaded and massaged my fleshy mounds, his free hand now slithering underneath my quivering buttocks.

Lovingly he squeezed my half moons, digging his fingers into my flesh through my skirt and panty hose. I moaned as I felt the strong, insistent digits, gripping my bottom with a fierce hunger that really terrified me. I shivered uncontrollably as his hand slithered down to the hem of my skirt. He had bunched the fabric up to my mid-thighs, now and his lips formed into a cruel smile as he glanced down along my body and saw the smooth, creamy limbs trembling under his hand.

"I've always loved your long legs and saucy little ass," he chuckled wickedly. "I've wanted to touch them for ages, and now I'm going to do just that! Ahhh, how soft and warm and nice they are! Just as good as I thought it would be!"

God, I felt such shame as his hand roamed lightly back and forth along my aching limbs. He danced his fingertips along my panty hose, pinching and caressing my warm,, fevered flesh as he went along. I gasped as I felt the insistent fingers riding beneath the hem of my skirt, traveling urgently toward my quivering buttocks once more. Lovingly he curled his fingers over my bottom and I felt a sudden, tingling warm drifting through me as he was now closer to my vibrant flesh.

Hungrily his insistent prongs roamed my aching bum. He ran the flat of his hard, rough hand up and down along the warm cleft between my cheeks and a delicious throbbing began in my taut, anal passage as the hard instrument of his pleasure dug between my shivering buns and rode the rim of my anal entrance with increasing demand.

Now I started to go a little crazy. I punched at him with my fists but my blows were so weak and helpless that he enjoyed them rather than was bothered by them. "I like a girl to fight a little," he told me through his tightly clenched teeth. "It gets me turned on all the more for it. Yeah, that's it baby, get scared, get worried, ummm, do I love this!"

I was terrified, Doctor! My body seemed to be responding to his harsh, greedy assault but my mind rebelled and wanted to be free. I sighed with a mixture of fear and passion as I felt his mouth slithering down over my creamy, smooth neck, kissing and nipping as it went along, to the tops of my heaving breasts. I felt his tongue lashing out at my creamy flesh, sliding back and forth between my round, spongy globes, stabbing wickedly at my flesh. I felt his eager spear curl around one nipple and then he kissed the pert, stiff nugget with his lips and caught it between his teeth.

I groaned softly as he sucked the moist button into his mouth and lathered the trapped stone with his tongue. I was squirming on the bed, his body half over me, my thighs being forced apart by his own, muscular limb. I wanted to scream but I couldn't find my voice and then I sobbed as his hand began to tug on the zipper to my skirt in a frenzied manner.

"Ohhh, God, God, Tony, stop," I pleaded with him, trying to push him off of me. "Please stop right now! Please, please stop it!

Don't take it off, ohhh, don't don't, don't!"

He didn't hear me, Doctor. He wasn't listening to anything. I felt ashamed and almost sick as I heard the hiss of the zipper coming free and the loud snap of the buttons being torn loose. Suddenly he was dragging the garment from me and I was lying there naked except for my panty hose that hardly covered my trembling pussy mound with its sheer material.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he whispered in a thick, raspy voice. I moaned and sobbed as his hand lovingly rode over my aching hillock, the hard, rough palm pressing hard against my burning mound. "Ummm, hot already, huh! That's good, baby, that's real good! I can tell you want it, want it bad!"

His fingers curled around the waist band of my panty hose and he began to pull them down over my buttocks and thighs. I screamed a little bit, fighting him wildly now and he slapped me again, harder than the first time.

"One more word out of you," he hissed viciously, biting my breast hard with his teeth, sending a shock wave of pain through my aching flesh. "One more fucking word and I'll spread stories about you through the school that will be so bad you'll never live them down!"

I couldn't think about anything now, Doctor. I was helpless under his attack and I believed what he said to me, too. I sobbed, trying not to cry as I felt him pull my panty hose all the way down my legs and slip them over my feet. He tossed them aside and I was completely nude now, my body hot and trembling with fear and a familiar passion that I felt ashamed of feeling.

He cupped his hand over my pussy mound, his fingers pressing against my inner thighs, forcing them apart, and gently began to massage and tickle my aching hillock. I moaned and shuddered, feeling the delicious sensation of his strong, thick digits riding up and down along my moist, trembling pussy lips.

I could feel his prick, now, beating wildly through his trousers, throbbing against my thigh. I knew what it was and just the sensation of it pounding against my warm, smooth flesh filled me with terror. Suddenly he took hold of my wrist and drew my hand down to his pants, forcing it against the huge bulge in front of them.

"Go on, touch it, bitch," he barked in a thick voice. "Don't you just have all the fun! Do a little something for me too, you little slut! Play with it, bitch! Play with it now!"

Hesitantly I curled my small, slender fingers around the huge, pulsating mound. I was terrified of it but intrigued at the same time. It pumped rhythmically in my tentative grasp and even through his pants I could feel the hot, fevered blood tearing through the thick, hard shaft as his passion grew stronger and stronger.

I didn't know what else to do. I kneaded and massaged the huge prong, pinching and caressing his flesh as I worked my way up and down along the length of the pounding prong. He quivered with delight and shook in uncontrollable tremors as I attended to him and I could hear his hot, aching gasps of pleasure with every touch of my caressing fingers.

Now he began to lick and suck on my tits with increasing greed and passion. His tongue slithered and rolled over my nipples, his teeth nipping at them wildly. My breasts quivered and ached under his pleasing mouth and I moaned softly, swaying from side to side, unable to control my responding body.

I felt .his hand exploring my hot, acting pussy mound. My cunt hairs were damp with a creamy fluid that was seeping from my fevered womb and my tiny, erect clit quaked under the pressure of his thumb as he rolled the thick, hard knob around and over the twitching button.

His touch sent shock waves of intense desire careening through my loins and the aching, familiar lust that I had felt so often masturbating now seized me with more demanding passion than ever before. I could not help it when my cunt bucked and thrust itself up against his cupped palm and I groaned in shame as I heard him laughing in delight at my reaction.

"Ahh, what a nice, warm, juicy cunt you have," he murmured-lovingly, catching my clit in his fingers and rolling the aching nugget back and forth between them. "I'm gonna love fucking this, just love it! I know you're going to be tight and hot baby, I just know it!"

I was completely overwhelmed by him, now, Doctor. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and his mouth was sucking and kissing my breasts with a controlled fury now. I sighed almost contentedly as I felt him slithering his thick, eager fingers up and down between my pussy lips, pinching and caressing them as he went along.

It was as if he had gone crazy, now. His fingers twirled and danced along the cleft of my cunt petals, growing wet and slippery from the creamy fluid that poured from my fevered pit. He thrilled to the way the twin folds of flesh fluttered and quaked against his seeking spears.

I moaned and thrashed under his attack, gasping for breath. My own hand was busily gripping and squeezing his cock mound through his pants and I could feel the hard, long shaft quaking in my grasp as he rocked and swayed above me.

"Get it out of my pants, bitch," he hissed in a thick, harsh voice, his fingers slithering his zipper down. "Come on, come on! I want to feel your warm, soft fingers around my naked flesh! Get to work on that cock, slut, get to work on it now!"

I groaned in despair, every moment making me more and more afraid. I didn't want to touch him but I knew there was nothing else I could do, now. I slipped my hand inside of his pants and felt the hot, pounding tool against my fingers. I groaned once more, wrapping my slender digits around the throbbing shaft and drew it out of his pants. I felt him shudder with delight as I made contact with his aching prong and he gasped happily as I squeezed the massive pole in my warm, tiny fist.

"What do I do," I groaned, quaking with fear and an increasing pleasure in my cunt that almost made me sick. "Tell me what to do? Ohhh, please, let's stop!"

"Pump it, you stupid bitch," he whispered harshly, his mouth nibbling greedily on my breasts, his fingers prying my pussy lips wide apart. "Pump up and down on it! Do it nice, baby and I'll make you feel real good, too!

Now, pump it, slut, pump it hard!"

Aching with a mixture of fear and pain and pleasure I began to ride my fingers up and down on the huge, pulsating shaft. I could feel the fevered, boiling blood tearing through his thick prong and. there was something overpowering about the rod that made me drive my hand along his flesh with a strange and greedy frenzy that I did not understand.

I gripped and kneaded his prick as I made my way along the length of it. I pinched his thick, hard helmet between my thumb and forefinger and scratched lazily at the engorged head with my short, trim fingernails. He bucked and groaned, thrusting his groin hard against my hand. I shivered with terror as I felt his greedy fingers suddenly slithering beyond my damp, trembling cunt entrance, driving about an inch into my taut, virginal womb. Now the fear really caught hold of me. It wasn't a game any longer. I felt him twisting and turning the invading prongs along my steaming slippery tunnel. My cunt walls felt on fire as he forced more and more of the harsh, thick digits into me. My pussy muscles fluttered wildly around the plunging shafts and my cunt was aching with pain and pleasure as he buried his fingers to the hilt in my moist cave, tapping urgently against the thin membrane of my maidenhead.

God, what emotions I was going through! His fingers felt warm and wonderful inside of me, ten times more pleasing than my own. Yet, the terror of his cruel attack raced through my mind and my body was aching from his harsh, assertive caresses.

I moaned as I felt him slithering his fingers in and out of me in a rhythmic manner. He twirled and turned the greedy prongs along my hot, taut inner walls, sliding them almost all the way out, then driving them back into the depths of my womb until he was pressing hard against my hymen.

"Ahhh, good and tight," he chuckled cruelly, riding the insistent spears in and out of my aching pit with an increasing passion. "Just the way I like them! Hot and wet and cherry! Wait'll you get a taste of my prick in here, baby, you're gonna love it!"

"Ohhh, God, God, Tony," I moaned, shuddering violently under the plunging twin tools of passion he was assaulting me with. "I'm still a virgin, Tony! I'm still a virgin! Don't do this, don't!"

He laughed in the meanest, coldest voice I had ever heard and began to shift his body around to lay over mine. "You won't be bothered with that problem for long, honey," he said wickedly. "I'm going to take care of that in just a second!"

I screamed in fear and he cupped his hand over my mouth, sliding his hips between my thighs, forcing them as far apart as possible. I was struggling wildly, now, desperate to throw him off, but he was too big and strong for me and he easily settled himself between my warm, moist lips, the thick, hard head of his cock tapping at my damp, trembling cunt lips with a greedy wanting.

I kicked and fought, biting his, shoulder and scratching his back with my nails, but it only seemed to make him more passionate and aggressive. I gasped as I felt him parting my thick, swollen cunt lips, slipping the hot, throbbing head of his huge prick between the slippery petals. In a moment he had penetrated the warm, dark entrance to my burning tunnel and I could feel the huge, pounding tip of his shaft driving deeper into my aching cave.

"No, no, no," I gasped, trying to squirm out from underneath him, pinned to the bed by his hands gripping my shoulders and the weight of his body crushing my chest. "God, God, help, help, help!"

My moaning and gasping did me no good at all and I was terrified to scream for fear he would hurt me even more. I was sobbing in shame and grief as I felt his prick slither to the depths of my pussy and throb mightily against the thin wall of flesh that kept me still a virgin. This wasn't the way I wanted it to happen and my heart was aching with despair.

"It ain't going to hurt too much, baby," he said in a chuckling voice as he rocked back and forth within me. "I'm used to fucking virgins, I'll take care of you good, I promise you!"

Oh, God, Doctor, it was terrible. I felt him pull his cock halfway out of me again, rolling and twisting the hot, throbbing meat against my taut, slippery inner walls as he went along. He paused for a moment, laughing softly at my quivering, sobbing figure then he thrust forward violently and slammed into my maidenhead with a painful force.

I screamed as the taut shield refused to give way and the pain raced through my already aching loins. I trembled violently as he grunted in frustration and pulled his prick almost all the way out of me again. My whole body tensed for his next attempt. I was crying softly, now, unable to stop the tears as I knew he had no intention of letting me go.

He swayed from side to side, letting his prick dance and slither around against my wet, warm interior then he slammed into me once more and I screamed in pain and shame as he tore through my maidenhead and buried his prick to the depths of my aching pit, his body quivering violently with his triumph.

Now I went insane and started fighting and kicking, trying to throw him off of me. "Good, good, keep it up, baby, keep it up," he chuckled happily above my thrashing frame. "Fight me, baby, fight me! I love it when you're scared, just love it!"

He began to pump the huge, unwanted tool in and out of me with a frenzied lust. I gasped and moaned as the mighty shaft drove along my aching chamber, rocking and swaying inside of me, burying itself to the hilt in my steaming tunnel. My cunt was trembling with the effects of his taking me and his prick was harsh and insistent as it plunged in and out of my wet, slippery cave.

Each time his prick went deep into my womb, the aching pain of his rape and taking of my virginity faded away a little bit more and I felt the beginnings of an aching need churning in my womb. I couldn't help myself. I began to thrust my cunt up to meet the invading shaft and when he bore down deep into my steaming chamber I ground my belly hard against his and wrapped my arms around his shoulders greedily.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I found myself saying, whispering passionately in his ear as he rocked and thrust his prick hard against my burning tunnel. "Ummm, God, fuck me hard, Tony, fuck me hard!"

Doctor, I never would have believed it! I was ashamed and terrified. I felt like dirt, but here I was begging him to rape me and he was doing it with pleasure. Harder and harder his drove his thick, long shaft against my taut interior. I felt his fingers slither beneath me and dig into my spongy buttocks. He held my bottom tightly in his grasp and pumped his cock in and out of me with a rhythmic, pleasing force. I was still throbbing with pain but I could not help myself now, I rocked and ground my cunt against his cock, eagerly accepting the invasion though I felt sick for the desire I was experiencing.

"Ahhh, yeah, yeah, that's it baby, that is it," he said in a raspy voice, pounding his shaft hard along my quaking passage. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, turn, bitch, turn and twist! Ohhh, yeah, fuck me, honey! Throw that cunt up hard! Do it, baby, do it!"

I was no longer in control of myself. My pussy ached to feel the marvelous sensation of his prick filling me up and I gasped and sobbed with the steaming, overwhelming pleasure I was feeling each time he buried that huge, throbbing prong in the pit of my aching womb.

Harder and faster we drove ourselves at each other. Our bellies met and parted with a loud, wet slap and my nostrils tingled with the enticing, funky scent of our fevered passion. I rocked and shuddered beneath him, grinding my cunt hard around his plunging manhood, thrilling to the way my pussy muscles flexed and quivered along the driving tool.

I was sobbing and moaning with every powerful stroke of his massive rod and my cunt grew tighter and tighter as I neared the blissful moment of my release. I sobbed loudly, feeling my pussy burning with desire and I bit hard into his shoulder as he drove his prick into me again.

"I'm... I'm... going to... come," I gasped, hardly able to speak as he rammed into me again and again. "Ohhh, you bastard, you fucker! You're making me come, Tony, you're making me come so good! So very, very good!"

I bucked wildly and shuddered out of control as the aching, powerful orgasm ripped through my loins and I screamed with pleasure and shame as the waves of delicious pleasure rolled over me. My boiling come swirled around his driving shaft and I felt him thunder his tool into me with more force and passion than ever before.

His prick seemed to be growing and growing and was forcing my taut, virginal walls wide apart as he powered the shaft into me again. He ground his cock hard against the depths of my steaming, slippery pit and I felt him shuddering violently and moaning quietly as a sudden, thick stream of come burst from his prick and seared my aching interior with its boiling greed.

"I'm coming in you, bitch," he groaned, rocking his buried shaft inside of me, the hot come spurting from his shaft, mixing with my own, thick, creamy fluid of love. "I'm coming in you now, bitch, coming in you now! Ummm, it's so nice to come inside of a virgin, so fucking nice!"

We seemed to keep having orgasms for hours, Doctor. I had never climaxed so good when I masturbated and I couldn't control myself as I thrashed and rocked with him, my cunt muscles fluttering passionately, my thighs opening and closing against his own in a spasmodic fashion. Again and again the delicious waves broke inside my poor, assaulted pit and when he finally rolled off of me, my pussy still tingled with the lingering traces of our lust.

After awhile he patted my bottom and got up, leaving me on the bed, curled in a ball, sobbing with shame and disgust. When he left the room I felt like shit and wanted to die and it took me a long time to gain enough composure and get out of there.

* * *

At this point our time was almost up so I suggested she cut her story off and return in a week to conclude it. She nodded silently, not having broken into tears once during all she told me. I was moved by her iron will to not betray her emotions, and I could tell she was being very brave, for she walked on unsteady legs when she finally got up from the chair and left my office.

INTERVIEW TWO

It did not surprise me that she was exactly on time for her next session. It was a part of her nature to be that way and I told her I admired that quality in her. She was wearing a similar outfit to the one she had worn on her previous visit and I motioned her to the chair.

She sat as primly as the last time, nervous underneath the calm exterior as she began to speak. I could see her lower lip trembling as she began her story and I told her not to worry about anything. I explained that she should not think, just talk and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she resumed her story.

* * *

I don't think I'd be this upset, Doctor, if that had been all there was to it. I mean, a lot of girls I know went through worst first times so over the summer I kind of resigned myself to no longer being a virgin. I almost got over the rape and never told anybody about it. I was sure that when school started again, I would be able to handle him. I was wrong.

The first day back from vacation, I decided to have a little talk with him. I went down to his office in a rather secluded part of the school and found him alone, working on the practice lists for the coming year. God, he looked great. He was tanned from the summer and wearing only a tight pair of swimming trunks.

I was in shorts and a halter top, this being the first day back, we didn't have to wear anything formal. I don't think I looked very sexy, I mean, the shorts and top covered me very well and weren't tight on me at all, but he didn't seem to see it that way.

He actually licked his lips when he saw me. He smiled and invited me into his office as if we were old friends instead of a teacher and the student he had raped. I was angry and ready to tell him off, but he had me sit on the desk and before I knew it, his mouth was gently riding back and forth over mine.

"Umm, I missed you baby," he told me in a thick, tight whisper, his lips fluttering sensuously against my own, his fingers expertly traveling over my halter top, undoing the buttons as they went along. "I've been waiting all summer to get another chance at you! We're going to have lots of fun this year!"

I tried to summon up the will to fight him off, but his hands pushed the folds of my halter aside and suddenly he was cupping and squeezing my round, pert breasts in the hard, pleasing palms of his hands. My nipple swiftly grew firm and erect under the caressing fingers and palms and I moaned and shivered, gritting my teeth, trying to fight off the pleasure.

His knee was rubbing back and forth against my cunt mound, the hard, pleasing pleasure sending tingling waves of delight rocketing through my warm, moist loins. I felt my pussy responding to him, my aching hillock starting to burn with passion and he ignored my weak and helpless gesture as I pushed against his shoulders with my hands.

"Umm, nice, nice, still fighting a bit, I see," he chuckled as I pounded at my with my tiny fists. "Well, well, you know how much I like that, don't you, bitch? Keep it up, keep it up!"

His left hand slithered down over my naked stomach and swiftly ran the zipper down my shorts. I gasped as he curled his fingers in the. waist band of them and my panties in quickly pulled them down to my knees. My bare bottom felt cold against the rough wood of the desk and I closed my thighs tightly together as I felt the garments slithering over my ankles and dropping to the floor.

He jammed his hand between my damp, trembling limbs and I could not find the strength to keep him from prying my thighs apart and slithering his fingers between them. I groaned and the old, wonderful sensations began to return as he slithered the tips of his fingers up and down against my damp, warm cunt lips.

"Ohhh, God, no, no," I moaned as I felt him kneading and caressing my aching, soft breasts with one hand and dancing his fingers across my pussy lips with his other. "Please, please, not again, not again!"

My body trembled and quaked under his insistent attack. He coated his fingers with the creamy juice that was ebbing from my womb, and each time he playfully inserted a finger into my hot, taut pussy, my loins seemed to erupt with a fire and greed that was even more powerful than the first time.

Lovingly he drew me from the desk and turned me around. I felt the rim of the hard wood dig into my hard, flat stomach as he bent me over it. His hand was riding passionately up and down along my pussy cleft and I shivered with anticipation as I felt him take his free hand and begin to caress and knead my quivering buttocks.

I don't know why I didn't run or scream, Doctor. My mind was filled with hate and disgust for him and I felt sick to have his hands on me, but I couldn't seem to do anything but react to the luscious, pleasing caresses he was giving my aching, needing flesh. I felt him slithering two of his fingers up and down between my taut, spongy buns. He pried the cheeks apart and I gasped as I felt the tip of one greedy spear pressing firmly against my hot, taut bum hole. I shivered and tried to pull away, but at the same moment, he slipped his prick from his pants and quickly ran it beyond my damp, quivering cunt lips, burying it to the hilt in my fevered womb.

I groaned as the awesome, thrilling sensation of his cock filling me up raced through my loins and my shame mingled with incredible pleasure as I felt the hot, throbbing tool swaying in the depths of my steaming tunnel.

I sighed contentedly, shivering uncontrollably as he began to pump the huge, thick shaft in and out of my fevered chamber. "You fucker, you bastard," I groaned, unable to keep myself from responding to each delicious stroke of the mighty tool. "Ooo, God damn you! Ummm, that's nice, ohhh, you fucker that's so nice!"

He laughed happily, now completely in control of me. His eager fingers rolled and twirled around the rim of my anal canal and my rectal muscles willingly relaxed to allow him more access to my taut, slippery passage.

I gasped as he locked his hands around my buttocks, driving his finger to the pit of my bum, twisting and turning it as he continued to lazily pump his big, hot prick in and out of my aching cunt.

"Ahhh, yeah, we're gonna have a time, baby," he laughed, happily, grinding his cock hard in the depths of my boiling womb., "Ummm, yeah, I can tell, bitch! You love it, I know you love it!"

His buried finger joined his rhythmically pumping prick and soon both tools were assaulting me, stretching my cunt and anal tunnel wide as they plunged again and again at the two, burning chambers. I shivered and rocked, feeling an orgasm swiftly coming over me that I could not avoid.

He could tell what was happening from the way my cunt grew as tightly wound as a coiled spring and he increased his rhythm and force as my moment of passion drew nearer and nearer. Again and again he drove the finger and prick deep inside of me. My pussy burned with increasing pleasure as the exquisite agony of my assaulted bum joined the pleasing sensation of his driving rod with it's hurting, cruel attack.

I groaned and shivered, bucking my ass and cunt against the twin instruments of passion. "You prick, you asshole," I moaned, grinding my bottom against his gripping hands. "You're going to make me come, you bastard! You're going to make me come right now, you prick!"

I couldn't control myself anymore. The quaking, overwhelming orgasm erupted in my loins and a river of luscious come burst against his throbbing, driving shaft. I screamed softly as the powerful, tearing climax raced through me, and I bucked my pussy and bum hard against his hand and cock as the tremors of passion and pleasure rolled through me with a powerful force.

He was laughing in delight, loving my aching spasms as he thundered the shaft in and out of me again and again. I felt his hands spreading the cheeks of my ass wide apart and I shivered, not really understanding what he had in mind as the violent climax continued to burn in my loins.

I was moaning and thrashing involuntarily when he pulled his cock from my aching, slippery tunnel of pleasure and placed the thick, throbbing head of his shaft against the taut, dark entrance to my anal tunnel. I shivered and sighed then screamed as I felt him forcing the huge tip of his prick beyond my trembling buttocks.

"No, no, no," I gasped, trying to pull away as he penetrated the hot interior of my tight passage. "I... I can't! Ohhh, God, you're too big, Tony, too big! It hurts, God damn it, it hurts!"

He laughed as if I were crying out in pleasure and a violent, raging spasm of agony tore through me as he drove more of the thick, pulsating shaft into the narrow canal of my aching bum. He twisted and turned, grinding his prick against my anal pit, pushing deeper and deeper inside of me. I could barely breath the pain was so intense and he didn't seem to care when I began sobbing and begging him to stop.

Deeper and deeper he drove the cock into my bum tunnel. My asshole felt as if it were being torn apart under his cruel assault. I moaned as he bucked forward, shoving the cock hard into me, burying it to the hilt in my helpless bottom.

The pain was so intense that I thought I might faint. He rocked slightly from left to right, the huge, thick shaft throbbing wildly in the depths of my aching tunnel. I moaned as he pulled the huge prong halfway out of me then powered it back into my tender, aching bottom again.

"Ahhh, just how I like an asshole,", he laughed cruelly, grinding his cock against my burning bum. "Nice and tight with just barely enough room to maneuver! Am I ever going to love fucking this bum!"

. I sobbed loudly, begging him to stop but he ignored me and began to pump the huge, offending shaft in and out of my poor, tortured bum in slow, languid strokes. My anal juices were beginning to flow and that relieved the pain a little. I tried to become as relaxed as possible as the thick, pounding spear assaulted me with harsh, violent strokes.

He locked his hands around my hips and began to thrust harder and faster at me. I shivered uncontrollably as the driving pole buried itself in my anal pit and he ground the huge, thick shaft hard against my aching inner chamber. I could feel his cock growing harder and harder with each powerful thrust of his muscular thighs and I could only pray that he would climax soon.

His speed and rhythm increased as he drove his prick at me with a growing frenzy. His balls slapped wildly between my damp, moist thighs and he squeezed his fingers against my flesh in a spasmodic grip of passion. Harder and faster he rammed his burning tool into my aching bottom. I screamed in painful bursts and my bum wiggled involuntarily under his fevered attack.

Ohh, God, Doctor, I felt sick and disgusted. How could he do that, how could he? And, now, what was even worse, I was beginning to enjoy it! Each stroke got more and more pleasing and soon I was gasping and sighing with delight, grinding my spongy buttocks against his belly, moaning with pleasure from his mighty, plunging tool.

"Hurt me, Tony, hurt me," I whispered, making my voice as erotic as possible. "Oooo, please, please make me scream! Ahhh, it's nice, Tony, nice!"

Just my talking seemed to fill him with an overpowering lust and passion. He drove his prick hard against my aching bottom, grinding and driving hard against the taut, tortured passage of my anal canal. I shivered and swayed, my eyes shut tight against the exquisite agony I was experiencing. I loved it, Doctor, I loved him hurting me!

His prick felt like a burning steel rod as it buried itself in my bum, then he moaned loudly and bucked violently, the climax boiling over in his loins, sending a thick, fiery wad of come from his balls to his prick. The creamy, burning liquid shot from his shaft and seared my aching interior with his steaming greed. I moaned and quaked, feeling the hot come spurting from his prick in a continuous stream and he thrust in and out of me in a frenzied, uncontrollable fashion as the sticky fluid of his desire pulsated from the thick, hard head of his huge shaft.

"I'm coming in your asshole, whore," he said in a thick, harsh voice that was weak and broken from his effort. "Ahhh, yeah, coming in your bum! I love it, bitch! Ohhh, it's good, real fucking good!"

Again and again he thundered the exploding rod into me until every last drop of the horrible fluid was drained from his loins and he finally pulled out of me, weak and spent. He stumbled backward, wiping the last traces of his come on my shivering buttocks then he put his prick back in his pants and told me to get dressed. .

I could hardly walk I hurt so badly, Doctor. My whole body felt as if it were stinging with pain and my flesh crawled as if coated with an ugly slime. I hated him, but I hated myself even more. How could I do such a thing, Doctor, how could I? Am I sick or something? I loved it and I want more of it! He's raped me twice now, and I let him! Ohhh, God, God, Doctor, what should I do, what should I do?"

CONCLUSION

She was almost beside herself, the careful, controlled front she had been putting up, now completely collapsed under the pain of telling her story. I gave her something to calm her nerves and tried to explain what was happening to her.

It was obvious that she was desperate for companionship and for love. She had come from a stern, cold background and was torn between desire and self hatred. To make things easier, she pretended to be raped when in fact, she went along with it happily. I advised her to stay away from Tony and seek out a more natural and equal relationship with someone her own age. I believe that once this happens, her guilt and worry will quickly vanish.

CASE HISTORY SIX

SUBJECT: Nancy D. AGE: Sixteen



INTERVIEW ONE

Nancy D. was a tall, willowy girl with long, black hair that was so rich and thick that it almost shimmered in the light that streamed in from between my window shades. She had large, bright eyes and a set of pleasing, almost sensual lips. The lower petal had a way of cupping lightly and sensuously over the upper lip, giving her expression an almost erotic pout.

She was wearing a tank-top and slacks when she first visited me and it was plain to see that her small, round breasts were not encased in a bra for the pert, enticing points of her nipples poked against the tight material of her shirt. She sat in the small couch across the room from my desk, smoking a cigarette in a way I'm sure she thought was supposed to look sexy, but actually was rather sad in its girlishness.

I said nothing, however, feeling it was best to allow her to play any role she desired as long as she was able to tell me her story.

* * *

I don't know why I'm here, I'm not sick, but my mother thinks I should be going to see somebody so I guess you are as good as any, Doc. The whole family is steamed up since they caught me and Don screwing last week. If it wasn't such a mess, I'd probably be laughing my head off at them, they are such jerks.

I suppose I had better tell you how it all started. I turned sixteen about eight months ago and almost overnight I went from skinny as a rail to some very nice curves in all the right places. I'm not overly built, my tits are too small for my height, for one thing, and my ass kind of sticks way out. But, some guys tell me that's sexy when I'm walking so what do I know?

Anyway, a few nights after my sixteenth birthday I was babysitting for my sister and her husband's kid. I'm not much of a fan of children, but he's only four and is pretty good.

He was fast asleep and I was just watching TV, feeling bored, wishing I didn't have to be there when Don came in.

He must have had a fight with my sister because he was pissed off. He hardly noticed me when he came through the living room, heading for the small bar in the corner. I was kind of embarrassed because I hadn't expected them home so soon and I was only wearing my bra and panties.

He ignored me, though, just muttered under his breath and made himself a big, tall drink which he almost finished off in one gulp. He walked over to the couch and dropped down next to me, just a few inches away from my trembling thighs.

"What's wrong, Don?" I said, trying to sound warm and interested. He's just a big, dumb construction worker, you know the kind, but I dug him a little bit because he was always flirting with me and he had a magnificent body.

"Ahh, that bitch of a sister of yours," he growled, sipping some more the drink. "She is going to get on my case about one time too many, I tell you! She's always at me about my drinking. Shit, I like booze, what's wrong with that?"

I didn't say anything, just allowed him to keep mumbling and drinking. He kept glancing over to me and each time he did, his eyes would wander up and down over my body and linger there a little longer. I could tell I was making him excited for when I took a quick look at his crotch, I could see his pants beginning to form a big, hard bulge in his lap.

After awhile he stopped bitching about my sister and sat there very quiet. It was almost as if I could feel his lust growing and coming off of him like a thick, pulsating cloud. I was growing warmer and warmer and more scared as the seconds ticked by. Suddenly he leaned over and pulled me to him roughly, crushing his mouth over mine in a hungry, wet kiss.

"Don't, Don, don't," I gasped, trying to squirm out of his grasp. I pushed against his big, heaving chest with my small, slender hands and he just laughed. "Please, please, what if Teri walked in right now?"

He didn't bother to answer me. His mouth roamed back and forth over my own with an increasing hunger and greed. I felt his thick, rough tongue stabbing at my tightly clenched teeth, trying desperately to pry them open. I moaned and shivered uncontrollably, feeling his big, hairy hands running all over my body, squeezing and caressing my flesh with a fevered passion.

"God, what a good body you got," he growled in a raspy, thick voice, lightly brushing the palm of his hand across the front of my bra. "I'd love to see what you look like all naked and hot, baby! Come on, let me see what you have!"

He wrapped one hand around my small, quivering tit and gave it a harsh, rough squeeze. I moaned in fear and pain as I felt the huge paw crushing my delicate boob. I scratched at his face with my nails and he ducked, catching my wrist in his hand and laughing happily.

"Ohh, you're a fighter, huh," he chuckled savagely, holding my arms tightly in "his hands. "Well, that's all right! You're sister put up quite a battle the first time, too! But, I like it, so it's fine!"

He bent forward, pressing his lips against mine once more, prying my teeth apart with his rough, eager tongue, slithering the evil prong deep into my mouth, swirling and slashing at my own, moist dart in greedy wanting. I felt his hot breath on my cheek and could smell the liquor on him. I struggled as he trapped me against the couch, my breathing frenzied and erratic as the terror seized hold of me.

"Leave me alone," I screamed, trying to bite and kick at him as he continued kissing and lathering my mouth with his lips and tongue. "I don't want to do this, I don't want to! Get away from me, you animal, get away!"

He was just laughing in a quiet, confident tone. He must have not believed me or was too drunk to realize that I was serious because he kept pawing me, forcing me against the couch, kissing my lips in a hungry fashion.

In desperation I bit his lip and he yelped, leaping back for a moment, lifting his heavy body from mine. I leaped from beneath him and tried to run toward the stairs. As I whipped by him he reached out and caught the strap to my bra. He tried hard to keep me there and the strap tore free, ripping my bra from my body. I spun around with the impact and his eyes feasted on my exposed breasts, rising and falling with the frenzy of my terrified breathing.

My breasts were jiggling in an enticing manner and he rose up from the couch and moved toward me. I turned and raced for the stairs once more but he caught me at the steps, his big, thick fingers wrapping around my waist, tugging on me. We both fell to our knees. I was trying to crawl up the stairs and he was trying to pull me back toward him.

"Come on, you little bitch," he hissed, growing angry now as, he pulled on my waist with his thick, wet hands. "You've been cock-teasing me for too long! We've had this date for a long time, baby, a long fucking time!"

I was scared to death. I was sobbing and trying to haul myself up the stairs by the railing. I felt his fingers hooking into the waist band of my panties and I screamed as he savagely tore them free from my quivering flesh. He threw them aside and his harsh, rough fingers slithered over my trembling buttocks and down along my smooth, tapered thighs until he was able to clasp both hands around my slim ankles and viciously yank me back down to the bottom of the stairs.

I rolled and turned, my head bumping on the steps as he hauled me down to where he lay, gasping for breath with the effort of attacking me and the greedy, determined lust - that was raging in his loins.

He pinned my shoulders to the floor and stared down at my trembling frame. He licked his lips, running his eyes over my damp, quivering flesh. "God, what a body you have," he whispered excitedly, shaking his head in anticipation. "I knew you looked good, but I never suspected how good!"

I felt his huge hand cover my soft, pliant boobs and give them a rugged, but very loving squeeze. I moaned and felt a rush of pleasure ripple through me as he kneaded and massaged my trapped globe. My nipple was full and erect, digging into the thick, hard flesh of his palm as he caressed my trembling sphere.

Savagely he ran his free hand beneath my bottom and dug his fingers into my soft, warm buttocks. I gasped as he harshly gripped and kneaded my spongy cheeks, the hard point of a single digit pressing and twirling around the warm, damp entrance to my anal tunnel.

"Ohhh, please, please, Don, don't," I sobbed, the tears running down my cheeks now as I burst into a fit of frightened crying. "Please don't hurt me, Don, please don't! Ohh, God, let me alone, let me alone!"

Well, Doc, he didn't give a damn about what I wanted. All he could think about was his own boiling greed and desire. Hungrily his wet mouth traveled over my smooth, creamy neck. I felt his wet, damp kisses lathering my flesh, his teeth nipping savagely at my warm, quivering mounds as he neared my aching tits. I was still struggling violently against the attack but somewhere I knew that it was no use.

I felt his hand slipping from beneath my bottom and riding over the moist, warm flesh of my smooth, luscious thighs. I groaned and pressed my legs tightly together, trying to roll away from him at the same time. My whole body was alive with fear and half of my frenzied movement was involuntary, just a series of terrified spasms.

He laughed softly, as if the whole thing was still a game to him and dug his big, hard r fingers between my slippery limbs, forcing them apart. I was kicking and thrashing but it did little good for in a matter of moments he had spread my thighs wide and slipped his huge, muscular thigh between them, cocked at an angle to bold them apart.

His mouth crushed down on my breasts, licking and lathering them with a very vicious passion. I felt his tongue riding up and down along the damp, warm cleft between my luscious globes and his teeth nibbled greedily on my alabaster flesh. He rolled the stabbing dart around the rim of my nipples, slashing violently with the arrow as his teeth surrounded the base of my stiff, hard nugget.

I gasped as he sucked the quivering button into his mouth, locking his hard, chewing teeth around the base of the nipple. He lashed at the trapped pebble with his tongue, licking and sucking hard on my imprisoned boob. I cried out as a mixture of pain and pleasure raced through my breasts and the agonizing fear completely consumed me.

I could not think of anything but how-frightened I was. My body was on fire with a raging mixture of pain, terror and increasing pleasure. I didn't quite understand how certain things he was doing could make me feel good and that frightened me even more.

I felt his hand cup over my damp, quaking pussy mound, pressing firmly against my trembling cunt lips. My aching hillock was damp with sweat and the increasing slimy fluid that was seeping from my burning cave. I can't explain why my cunt was feeling so fevered and tingling with growing passion. As his hand rubbed briskly around the thin, sparse hair that covered my pulsating womb I felt a silky sensation growing ever stronger in my loins and I could not keep from moaning quietly in pleasure as the riding palm of his hand continued to create vibrant delights in my aching tunnel.

"I knew you were interested, baby," Don chuckled happily, his fingertips dancing around my tiny, erect clit. "I could tell you had the same idea as I did! God, but you're nice and hot and wet! I just' love a good, slippery pussy, just love it!"

I sobbed and shook my head, trying still to force him off of me. I was moaning and thrashing, but losing my will and effort with each passing moment. His fingers caught my soft, juicy clit and began rolling the tiny button back and forth. Shock waves of wanting careened through my loins and cunt as he attended to my tortured pebble. I moaned and shivered involuntarily and heard him laughing with a deep, thick tone as he pinched and caressed my aching nugget.

He sucked passionately at my breasts, pressing his full body weight down on me, pinning me to the floor. I felt his other hand slither down along my stomach and belly to his trousers. My heart froze with fear as I heard him tugging his zipper down with a loud, frightening hiss.

A second later he had caught one of my wrists and was dragging my reluctant hand down toward his opened pants. "Come on, baby, loosen up," he said, his voice raspy and thick with his growing need. "I want to feel that soft, warm hand of yours wrapped around my dick! Come on, bitch, quit fighting and touch me! Touch me, damn it, touch me now!"

God, Doc, I was sick with fear and disgust. I mean, I never wanted anything like this! Just the idea of touching him made my stomach churn but there was nothing I could do. I felt his hand push my fingers against the thick, throbbing shaft and I gasped as I felt the hot, boiling blood racing through the hard, massive pole, making it pound wildly against my soft, hesitant fingers.

I sobbed and curled my digits around the rod, its hot, burning flesh seeming to be on fire in my grasp. He groaned in pleasure as I gave the quaking shaft a gentle squeeze and he jerked spasmodically under my closing fist, a tremor of passion ripping through his loins and organs.

I didn't exactly know what to do, I mean, I had read a few dirty books and had sneaked a look at some of the text books my father had, but I wasn't sure of anything at that moment so all I did was hold the rod tightly in my grip, squeezing and releasing the shaft as I tugged on the rod from left to right.

Don was groaning in pleasure now, his big, muscular frame quaking under my half-hearted attention. He ran two fingers up and down along the moist, warm cleft between my aching cunt petals and gave the swollen lips quick, hard pinches. I groaned and shivered uncontrollably, the pain and fear I was feeling, slowly being overcome by a passion and delight I had never experienced during masturbation.

I sobbed loudly, my gulps of crying despair catching in my throat, making me gasp and choke. He ignored me now, convinced that I was just playing a game with him. Lovingly, with increasing desire he ran his fingers up and down against the damp, slippery entrance to my virginal womb. I moaned as he twirled the offending digits around the burning opening, dancing them beyond my quaking cunt petals every so often, making me gasp with the tingling sensations of his teasing invasion.

Suddenly he slithered two of the huge, thick prongs inside of me and as he penetrated my tender tunnel, my whole body erupted with a thousand different sensations. Pain mingled with pleasure as he twisted and turned the plunging spears, forcing them deep inside of me until they were tapping impatiently at the thin membrane of flesh that was my virginal wall.

"Ohh, God, no, no," I sobbed, releasing his cock and pulling on his hand with both of my own, desperate to get his fingers out of me. "No more, Don, please no more! Ohhh, God, don't do this, don't, don't, don't!"

He reached up with his free hand and wrapped his huge, meaty fingers tightly around my throat, cutting off my air for a moment. Terror seized me and I clawed at the hand but it was like a steel vise around my neck and I was helpless in his grasp.

"No more fucking around, -cunt," he hissed savagely, giving my neck another hard, frightening squeeze. "I haven't the time or energy to mess with you! Quit trying to fight or I'll have to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

I knew he would beat me senseless and I meekly returned my hand to his hard, throbbing cock. He laughed happily and released my throat, indicating that I should pump my hand up and down on his rod by grabbing my wrist and moving my hand with his own. I did as he wanted, gently riding my curled digits along his hot, fevered flesh, a part of me thrilled to hold such a powerful, vibrant piece of flesh in my hand. In a way I loved touching him. The huge shaft was like a pounding spear in my grip and the way the hot, steaming passion careened madly through the burning tool made me almost faint with fear and greed for him.

I was totally confused now. All I could do was ride my soft, slender fingers up and down the length of his manhood, gripping and squeezing as I went along, dragging my trim, short nails across his flesh, tracing a path in his burning meat with them as they went along.

Now he began to pump his own, thick, greedy spears in and out of my quaking pit. My cunt was warm and tight around the driving prongs and my pussy muscles flexed and quivered uncontrollably under his- cruel attack. He sighed and moaned, loving the sensation of my hot, damp cave surrounding his plunging tools. God, Doc, I never would have guessed that I could start liking it. I mean, each time he buried those fingers inside of me, turning and tapping against my maidenhead, I felt warm, trembling pleasure ripple through my pussy and I found myself bucking my cunt up against the head in an insistent fashion.

I moaned as he pumped the fingers in and out of me in a rhythmic manner, his thick, hard thumb rolling back and forth over my clit, sending wave upon wave of intense pleasure rippling through my loins. I was licking my- lips and gasping with need, disgusted and frightened by my response. He could tell I was getting turned on and his kissed and nibbled frantically at my tits and he drove the fingers faster and harder at my burning passage.

I pumped my own, soft, pleasing fingers up and down on his rod, trying, unconsciously to match his own rhythmic attack on my helpless pussy. I pinched the thick, hard head of his cock and slithered a nail across the engorged tip making him moan and shiver uncontrollably as the violent spasms of lust tore through him. I felt him sliding his hips down between my thighs and I held on to his cock in desperation as he began to position himself for attack on my virgin womb.

One last spasm of terror and hope ripped through me and I punched weakly at his chest, my tiny fists having no effect on him as he took hold of his thick, throbbing manhood and pressed the fat, hard head between my damp, trembling petals.

"Noooo," I screamed, biting his shoulder savagely. "God, no, no, no! I can't I can't! Ohhh, God, nooooo!"

But it was no use and he didn't care one bit about me then. He thrust forward and I felt his cock penetrate my virginal passage. The huge, pounding shaft seemed to fill my cunt to bursting and I gasped with pain as he pushed forward, driving the hard tool to the thin wall of flesh that was my virgin barrier.

He laughed viciously as his dick head tapped urgently against my hymen. I groaned and thrashed uncontrollably under his assault, my damp, trembling thighs opening and closing spasmodically against his pants. I felt him withdraw his prick about halfway out of me, twisting and turning as he did, enjoying himself completely.

"Ummm, baby, you're nice and tight," he chuckled through his harsh, labored breathing. "I'm gonna bust your cherry right now, honey! Gonna make you a woman, baby, a fucking woman! Ahhh, you're gonna like it, kid, like it a lot!"

He thrust forward and I screamed in pain and fear as my taut membrane repelled his attack. He grunted in frustration and pulled out of me again. He paused a moment and it seemed as if the whole house had suddenly got deathly silent. All I could hear with his harsh, fevered breathing and my own, aching sobs.

Then he drove forward with all his power and tore through my thin, unyielding wall, burying his cock in the depths of my loins, sighing with satisfaction as he plunged into me.

The pain was fierce and intense and I cried out in despair and agony as he buried his cock to the hilt in my warm, taut pit. I moaned and quaked, the rippling pain seared my inner walls as his cock completely filled my tight little pussy. His hands slithered beneath my buttocks and wrapped themselves around my spongy cheeks, digging in tightly, holding me firmly in place.

As he sucked and chewed on my soft, plaint boobs he began to pump his manhood in and out of me in slow, rhythmic patterns. I quivered and gasped as the long, fluid strokes made me tingle with a new delight I had never expected. I gasped as he buried the huge, long shaft deep inside of me, rocking and swaying against my hot, gripping inner walls. I could not help what my body was feeling now and I felt sick and angry at myself for responding.

"Ohhh, God, Don," I heard myself gasping, bucking my pussy up to meet his plunging shaft in -an involuntary spasm of lust. "Fuck me hard, darling, fuck me hard! Oooo, you're hurting me so good, so damn good! Fuck me, Don, hard, hard, hard!"

I couldn't believe I was whispering such things to him but I was. The pain was still lingering in my poor, raped pussy but now it was joined with an intense and overpowering pleasure I had never known and my aching cunt grew more and more greedy for the delights he was giving to me.

He held my shapely little ass tightly in his grip and pumped the huge, pleasing shaft in and out of me with increasing force and passion. Each stroke filled my pussy with an aching need and I was soon thrashing and rocking under his cruel assault, thinking only of how wonderful and hot his prick felt slithering along my taut, virginal tunnel. "

"Ahhh, what a good, tight pussy you have," he laughed in a tight voice, bucking his prick deep inside of me again. "Just the right kind! Ummm, this is good, baby, real good! Move around some more, honey, I know you like it!"

I was lost now as he powered his meat into me again and again. My pussy felt on fire and his prick completely filled my cave with a wonderful, driving force that was more pleasing than anything else I had ever experienced. I joined the rhythmic stroking of his cock, bucking my cunt hard against his invading shaft, grinding my belly tightly against his own.

Each time our fevered flesh met and parted, the room echoed with a loud, wet smack and the sounds of our labored breathing lingered in the air with increasing passion and need. I screamed and moaned, thrashing violently under him as he drove his cock hard and deep inside of me.

I could feel my pussy growing tighter and tighter and I knew that in moments I would be having an orgasm that was more powerful than any other time in my life. Hungrily I locked my cunt muscles around the driving pole, urging him on, gasping and kissing his manly shoulders with my eager mouth.

He knew I was nearing the moment of release and he drove his meat into me harder and faster. I groaned and shivered, vicious waves of wanting racing through my loins as I seemed to be growing hotter and more frenzied than I could believe.

"Ohhh, God, God, I'm going to come," I gasped, barely able to breathe. I shivered and rocked, swaying the huge, thick rod inside of me. "I'm going to come, right now! Ohhh, God, it's good, so very good right now!"

I screamed loud and long as the fiery, intense orgasm erupted in my loins. It seemed if my whole body was experiencing the climax and I shuddered involuntarily as the steaming come burst against his plunging shaft and overflowed my womb, running in thick rivers down his hard, masculine thighs.

Now I could feel his own trembling desires reaching a fevered pitch. He was no longer in control of himself as he powered the huge, pounding tool into me again and again, each stroke making his cock harder and thicker and burning with an overpowering need and desire. I felt him shiver and rock as he approached the moment of bliss.

Suddenly he bucked forward, driving his cock hard and deep into me. I felt him shuddering and rocking spasmodically and heard him gasp with an aching delight as the exquisite agony of his climax ripped through him. Hot, searing rivers of come spurt from his shaft and lashed my inner walls as the tremors of released seized hold of him.

"I'm, coming, Nancy, coming in you now," he moaned, rocking and swaying against the burning depths of my aching cunt. "Ahhh, yeah, yeah, it's fucking good! Ahhh, coming in your virgin cunt so fucking good right now!"

We rolled and thrashed on the rug, gasping and moaning as the violent spasms of wanting and relief tore through us. I seemed to have orgasm upon orgasm and he kept coming and coming, the boiling fluid of his passion continuing to burst from his fevered cock and mingle with my own creamy liquid inside my tortured womb.

Finally we broke apart and he rolled on his back, spent and drained of all passion and greed. I curled up into a ball, sobbing and moaning with a mixture of shame, disgust and pleasure that I could not bear. He left me alone for awhile, feeling a little embarrassed and worried I guess. I was lucky I was able to pull myself together before my sister got back home.

* * *

Nancy was trembling violently at this point and I suggested she cut off her story and try to calm down. It was plain to see that she could not go on at this time without breaking down, so I suggested she return the next day and pick up where she left off at that time.

INTERVIEW TWO

The next day Nancy arrived on time and her attitude and the way she carried herself was not quite as tough as the previous visit. I could tell that she wanted to finish her story, so I wasted no time, and had her begin at once.

* * *

Well, Doc, after that night, Don avoided me. I figured it was a drunken, _wild moment on his part and I didn't want to get into a big hassle so I didn't say anything about it to anyone.

Besides, I had enjoyed it a little bit and that worried the hell out of me. I mean, I was raped, but I liked it, I really, kind of liked it!

Anyway, a couple of months went by and I didn't see much of Don. He seemed to be embarrassed about the incident and whenever we were around each other he would act as if I weren't even there. I didn't mind that, I didn't feel like remembering it either, the whole thing upset me terribly.

I suppose we would have gone on that way if my sister didn't suddenly have to go to the hospital and leave me with the kids and him alone in the house. It wasn't bad during the week. It was awkward, but he works hard and usually isn't home until late and then just has dinner and goes to bed. The trouble began on Friday night.

He came home real late, after eleven and I could tell he was drunk again. I was lying in bed, the lights off, not making a sound. I would have been watching TV but I had a feeling this might happen and I wanted to have him think that I was asleep, hoping that if he did, he wouldn't bother me.

He clomped up the stairs and my fears were quickly realize as he made straight for my room. I knew what he wanted and I lay very still in bed as he called out my name. I didn't answer, but that didn't bother him. He walked right over to my bed and took hold of the sheets and blanket, whipping it off of me in one swift tug of his hand.

"I know you're awake, bitch," he hissed in a slurring voice. "I ain't that stupid! Now why do you have to act like that shit-head sister of yours? I know you want it, I can tell!"

He leaned over me and slithered his hand up under my nightgown. I gasped as I felt his fingers traveling greedily over my trembling thighs to dance enticingly across my wet, warm pussy lips.

My pussy was slippery and wet with the steaming fluid that was seeping from my aching tunnel and he laughed roughly, riding the tips of his digits up and down along my quivering petals. I moaned in response and pushed at his hands with a force and intent that was laughable.

He knew what was going on and before I could stop him, his greedy, hungry mouth was traveling over my quivering thighs, licking and kissing my warm, smooth limbs with increasing desire. I gasped heatedly as I felt his tongue riding along the edge of my cunt petals, stabbing insistently between the tender folds of flesh. He lathered my aching lips and rolled his tongue up and over my tiny, twitching clit with the rough, determined spear.

I groaned as I felt the seeking prong riding around my clit. I shivered involuntarily, an intense spasm of pleasure rippling through my loins as he opened his mouth and sucked my aching nugget between his teeth. I gasped with pleasure and swayed under his greedy sucking. Waves of delight were tearing at my aching inner walls as his harsh, thick tongue slashed at my trapped button and he sucked the thick, creamy juice from my hillock and drank it greedily.

God, Doc, this was a new one on me! I had heard about this but never had any idea of how good it could feel! I bucked my pussy hard against his eager mouth, my body seemingly out of my control. I felt him slithering around until he was lying along side of me, his fingers fumbling impatiently with his zipper, tugging it down, freeing the thick, hard bulge that was his growing shaft.

"Come on, baby, put your luscious little mouth on this prick," he whispered urgently, drawing the prick from his pants and pressing it against my unwilling lips. "Don't fuck around with me, bitch! I want you sucking on this dick right now!"

I could not control myself and the hot, stinging pleasure I was experiencing under his frantic, greedy sucking of my cunt forced me to take his cock in my soft, slender fingers and begin licking and lathering his fevered flesh with my moist, pink dart.

He shivered spasmodically, thrusting his prick against my teeth. His flesh seemed to be burning with desire and I moaned as it throbbed powerfully against my lips.

Lovingly I ran my lips along the huge, pulsating shaft. I nipped at his flesh with my perfect, even teeth, listening with satisfaction to his thick, harsh groans of delight as I worked my way down to the root of the huge, throbbing pole.

I slithered my tongue down and under his taut, hairy ball bag, stabbing at his nuts playfully, kissing the warm, pounding sack with my succulent lips. He gasped with pleasure as I opened my mouth and curled my lips around the bag, sucking it between my teeth. I had no idea of what I was doing but I knew that it was making him feel good. I slapped the hard, thick stones that were his balls back and forth against my moist, warm cheeks and blew stinging currents of hot breath against his trapped flesh, making him groan and quake under my greedy attack.

"Ahhhh, yeah, yeah, suck my balls, baby,-suck them hard," he gasped, rocking and quaking as I licked and stabbed at the imprisoned stones. "Ahhh, good, good! That's it, honey, that's it!"

He was seized with a passionate need and he quickly slithered his tongue up and down between my damp, trembling petals of lust. I groaned wildly as, I felt the pleasing spear dancing against my hot, slippery cunt entrance. Teasingly he twirled the arrow around the rim of my opening, slashing it hungrily against my dripping womb until I was bucking and thrashing violently, grinding my cunt hard against his eager mouth.

I gasped tightly as I felt his strong, rough tongue penetrate my fevered cave. Lovingly he slip it deep inside of me, twisting and turning the huge spear around the slippery interior of my aching passage. I groaned deeply, the spasms of wanting rippling through my loins with an insistent need. I felt his hands curling around my soft, spongy buttocks and he pulled my pussy tightly to his mouth,, locking his teeth around my cunt lips, sucking and chewing on my flesh with a frenzied greed.

Now I was caught in the grip of a powerful urgency. I drew my loving mouth from his hard, hot balls and ran it swiftly up along his pounding shaft once more. I kissed and nibbled at his meat as I went along, dragging my teeth in his flesh, thrilling to the way he shook violently and moaned his pleasure.

I formed and oval with my mouth and curled my lips around the rim of his huge, hard helmet, drawing the throbbing head between my teeth. He almost leaped away from me as I locked my teeth around his cock and sucked hungrily on the imprisoned shaft. I slashed wickedly with my pink, pointed tongue, stabbing wildly at his piss slit, blowing and sucking passionately on his prick as the aching desire grew stronger.

His own pleasing tongue was now pounding along my aching tunnel with a fevered wanting. He pumped the delightful, spear in and out of me with a rhythmic force and my body rocked and swayed under his assault, thrilling to the vibrant waves of delight that rippled through my loins with every delicious stroke of his marvelous dart.

"Eat me, Don, eat me hard," I gasped, quivering spasmodically as the wonderful arrow drove deep into my fevered cave. "Ohhh, it's so good, so good! Eat me, darling, ohhh, God, eat me, eat me now!"

I could not longer contain my lust. I bucked my cunt hard against his mouth and sucked more and more of his cock into my lovely mouth. I relaxed my throat muscles to give him more room and in moments the huge, thick shaft of his cock was slithering down the taut, narrow passage of my silken throat.

Feverishly I allowed him to bury his prick to the hilt in my mouth. He gasped and shuddered, the overpowering desire completely consuming him. He bucked back and forth, making the huge pole slither in and out of my precious mouth and I pumped my lips and teeth along his flesh, rocking under the rhythmic force of his frenzied greed.

"Jesus, Jesus that's good," he groaned, almost unable to speak so intense was his pleasure. "Ahhh, yeah, suck that cock, baby, suck it hard! Ahhhh, it's good, Nancy, real good! Suck it baby, suck it!"

Now both of us were insane with lust and we drove our mouths at each other with greedy passion. He pumped his marvelous tongue in and out of my pussy in fiery, licking pleasure, sucking the creamy juice of my wanting into his mouth and chewing frantically on my aching mound. I could feel nothing but the wonderful, fierce waves of need that were tearing through me and all I could think about was giving the same pleasure back to him.

I powered his prick in and out of my damp, velvet, chamber with a wild fury. I sucked and blew against the plunging shaft, lathering it with my tongue, dragging my teeth across his burning flesh, feeling the thrill of his cock growing bigger and stronger with ever delicious stroke that I took.

Both of us were drawing nearer and nearer to a moment of violent passion and when I suddenly felt the explosion of greed tear through my loins I screamed loudly and mashed my bursting pussy against his mouth as my orgasm consumed me.

"Ohhh, I'm coming, Don," I moaned softly rocking and swaying against his greedy lips and tongue, thrilling to the rippling spasms that were tearing through me. "I'm coming so nice, so very nice!"

My come burst into his greedy mouth and he drank it happily, jamming his tongue in and out of my erupting womb with increased frenzy. I pumped my mouth harder and faster on his cock, sucking and blowing with all my strength. I felt him tense as tightly as a coiled spring then shudder violently and uncontrollably as his climax roared through his loins.

"I'm going to come, baby," he gasped, driving his prick to the depths of my taut, hot tunnel. "Ahhh, Jesus, am I going to come good in your mouth! Here I come baby, here I come! Right in your lovely, little throat!"

The steaming, boiling come spurt from his shaft and I gulped frantically, trying desperately to swallow every precious drop as it burst from the hot, thick head of his mighty tool. Again and again the fiery liquid seared the delicate walls of my silken chamber and I could do nothing but roll and shiver with my own orgasm and suck hard on his erupting shaft.

On and on it went and, Jesus, it was nice. When we-finally parted I felt as if every part of my body had been fucked to death! I loved it, Doc, just fucking loved it. After that night I couldn't wait to get him alone, I went crazy for him, fucking and sucking him at every chance I got. Which is why I'm here now. We finally got caught and they sent me to you. But am I so sick, Doc? I mean, I know he raped me a couple of times, but I still love him. And I want that prick, Doc, I really want and need it! Tell, what do you think is wrong with me, anyway?

CONCLUSION

The problem that Nancy D. has is not an unfamiliar one. Many young girls experience an overwhelming desire for a powerful, passionate man. Since she did not feel close to anyone, it was not surprising that her brother-in-law could so take control of her. I advised her to stay away from the man and to continue seeing me on a regular basis. She must be made to see that the passion and need she is feeling is not directed in a healthy manner. I am sure with time and treatment, she will turn out all right.

CASE HISTORY SEVEN

SUBJECT: Vickie R. AGE: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Many times a young girl can be trapped by her own budding womanhood and the loneliness that can accompany that. Vickie R. was such a girl. She sat across from my desk, dressed in an enticing outfit of see-through blouse and short mini-skirt. It was sad to see such a young girl playing at being a grown-up. She tried hard to give me the impression that nothing bothered her, but it was painfully easy to see through that mask as our session went on.

* * *

I like to think of myself as a little more adult than most girls my age, Doctor. I never did like all the silly kid things they do. And of course the boys are more than dumb at that age. Maybe that's why it was so easy to fall in with my uncle.

He's a very famous writer you know and had always been nice to me when he came for a visit. He is tall and slender but has. this kind of animal quality to him that turned me on at once. I didn't know what I was feeling but it was weird, I can tell you that.

Anyway, when my parents decided to go. out of town a month ago, I jumped at the chance to stay with uncle Freddie. He has this great little house outside of town with a loft for a bedroom and a wonderful fire place that always has logs burning in it. I knew I was going to have a good time.

Now, uncle Freddie has always had a bad time with women. He does exactly what he wants at all times and of course, nobody likes that. He wasn't all that keen about having me stay with him, he was afraid I would interfere with his work. I promised I wouldn't though and so he let me come in spite of not really wanting me.

He took me out to dinner that first night and kept me entertained with all the juicy stories he knew about famous people. When we got home it was after eleven and I said I was going to put on my nightgown and sit in front of the fire before going to bed. That was my big mistake.

I didn't know much about sex at all, Doctor or I wouldn't have done that. I knew what it was and how it was done, but I didn't have any intention of doing that for a long time. I was just a little girl, my boobs hardly developed at all and my pussy barely had any hair on it. All in all, I don't think I was very attractive at all, except from my bottom which has suddenly rounded out into a very pert and sexy part of me that uncle Freddie says bounces in a saucy way whenever I walk.

At any rate, I came back down from the loft wearing this short, cotton gown that barely covered my knees. I walked by him and sat down in front of the fire, my back to him. I was just sitting there, listening to the soft music on the stereo, peering into the flames when he slipped up behind me.

He was pretty drunk by then. He always drank a lot and hadn't let up during dinner. I tried to ignore the tremor of fear that quaked in my loins when I felt his body behind me and he placed his hands on my shoulders, kneading and massaging my flesh through my thin, cotton gown.

His fingers dug deep into my back and I moaned softly. I couldn't help enjoying the sensation and everything was fine until he bent down and pressed his lips to the back of my neck, kissing my warm, smooth flesh in a passionate manner.

"Ahhh, you taste delicious, my little darling," he whispered softly, leaning over and running his mouth round my cheek to my trembling lips. "Ummm, soft and warm, so nice! Kiss me, Vickie, kiss your Uncle Freddie, now!"

I tried to squirm away but he held me too tightly. He slipped around in front of me, pressing his lips tightly to my own, running his tongue back and forth over my tightly clenched teeth. I was whispering frantically, begging him to let me go but he acted as if he didn't hear me.

I moaned as I felt his tongue forcing my teeth apart, riding over them to slither into my mouth and slash greedily at my own moist spear. I felt the rough, harsh arrow entwine around my tongue and his mouth crushed hard against mine. I gasped in fear as his hand roamed over my back then suddenly slithered beneath my round, soft buttocks and began to knead and massage my spongy half moons.

"Stop it, Uncle Freddie, stop it," I moaned, trying to get away from him now, my heart pounding with fear. "I don't want you to do this! Please, please let me go! Please stop right now!"

He didn't seem to think or care about what I was feeling. He gripped and massaged my bottom with an increasing passion and held me tightly to him with his free hand. I moaned as I felt his fingers traveling over my bottom and around my thighs and I tensed with fear and worry as his hand gripped my inner thigh through my gown and began to gather the hem of my nightgown upward.

Now I was really scared. I started to strike at him, my little hands barely having any effect on him at all. He chuckled happily, as if we were playing some sort of a game and I heard him gasp with delight as he pulled the hem of my gown past my thighs and his fingers wrapped around my warm, naked flesh.

I felt very embarrassed at having his hand there and I tried to pull it away. I didn't know what he wanted but I had an idea and it scared me badly. I moaned as he slithered his hand between my legs and began to massage and rub my tiny, pulsating pussy mound. My cunt felt warm and tingling under his hand and I hated the vibrant pleasure that his experienced caress was giving me.

Hungrily he pushed me back on the rug and all my efforts to stop him were in vain. I cried out in terror as I felt him forcing the gown up beyond my hard, palpitating stomach, revealing my tiny, trembling breasts to his eager eyes and greedy hands.

I screamed when he cupped his palm over one quivering mound, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. "What lovely little tits," he whispered passionately. He bent down and gave the trapped sphere a swipe with his tongue and I gasped in aching fear. "Umm, they taste delicious, little darling, simply delicious!"

I was trying to get away, Doctor, really I was, but I was no match for him. It was if I were just a toy for him to play with, so easily did he have control over me, then. He ran his tongue around the base of one of my tiny, erect nipples and slashed at it greedily with his rough arrow. I groaned as he lathered the small button, his hand busily riding up and down over my pussy mound, massaging my cunt through my panties.

Now I was really upset. I began kicking and fighting, nipping at his shoulder with my teeth, trying to throw him off of me. He chuckled happily and hooked his fingers in the waist band of my panties, giving them a harsh, greedy tug. I heard them tearing under his effort and felt them leaving me and in a moment his hand was back, cupping itself over my now naked pussy.

He must have gone crazy, Doctor. He thrilled to the sensation of my almost hairless little cunt under his rough, working palm. He rubbed my aching cunt briskly with his hand and tapped lovingly at my trembling clit. I gasped and shivered under his caress, my aching anger and fear mixing with the incredible delight that his kneading fingers were giving my tortured, virginal cave.

His fingers grew damp with the juice that flowed from my womb and he laughed happily as he twirled two of the thick, hard spears along the trembling cleft between my hot, slippery pussy lips.

"Ummm, going to get you ready for me, honey," he cooed seductively, licking and kissing my breasts with a growing desire. "Going to get you burning so hot you won't be able to stand it! Doctor, I didn't want this, I really didn't! He told me later that I did, but it isn't true, it really isn't! I just wanted to get away but he wouldn't listen to me. He stabbed and darted his fingers at my hot pit, catching my twitching clit between them and rolling the juicy button back and forth until I was sobbing with the twin sensations of pain and pleasure he was creating in me.

I cried out in terror as I felt him pushing my legs far apart, driving his knee between them. I was helpless under his weight and all I could do was try and bite and punch at him.

Suddenly I felt his fingers driving between my damp, warm cunt petals, rolling and turning as they invaded my virginal cave. I screamed and shivered spasmodically, trying to pull away from the unwanted prongs that were burying themselves inside of my taut, damp pit.

He was raping me and he didn't even realize it. I begged and sobbed but it didn't so any good, Doctor, it didn't do any good at all. I groaned and quivered, crying out again and again as he began to pump the huge, thick fingers in and out of my aching tunnel with growing abandon.

* * *

At this point, Vickie could no longer continue. She broke down into tears, sobbing and quaking so violently that I had to give her something to calm down. When I felt she was recovered enough to let her go, I sent her home, making her promise to return the next afternoon.

INTERVIEW TWO

The next day she was not much more relaxed, though she had dropped the tough, grown-up act and became the little girl that she was. She sat stiffly in the chair and told me the rest of the story in a quivering voice.

* * *

Ohhh, God, Doctor, I was so scared. My cunt felt filled to bursting under his driving fingers and as he drove them in and out of me faster and faster, I gasped and cried out as they struck the thin wall of flesh that protected my virginity.

When I heard the hiss of his zipper going down I knew what he was going to do and I screamed loudly, begging him to let me go. He slapped me across the face and told me to calm down, that this would be wonderful if I would just relax and go with it. I didn't believe him, but there was nothing I could do anymore.

I tensed with aching fear as I felt him position himself between my thighs. I felt for the first time his thick, long prick pressing intensely against my pussy lips and I sobbed in terror as he thrust forward, driving the huge tip beyond my damp, slippery entrance.

God, it was like he was tearing my cunt apart! He groaned with the effort of fitting the huge shaft into my taut, narrow passage but my screams of terror and agony did not stop him. He grunted and gasped, rocking from side to side, burying the huge, hot pole deep into my aching tunnel. I felt him banging against my maidenhead and I groaned with the sharp pain of his assault.

I felt him slither his prick back out of me and I thought for a moment that he was going to stop, but then he drove forward once more and a screaming, tearing agony ripped through my loins as he broke through my maidenhead and buried his prick to the hilt in my steaming tunnel.

He laughed at my pain and sobbing and gripped my tiny bottom in his hands, pumping his cock rhythmically in and out of my pussy with increasing passion and force. This wasn't at all what I had expected from sex. It was horrible. Again and again he drove that prick into me and I could do nothing but lay still under the attack.

The huge prong forced my cunt to expand to a painful limit and I could hear his heavy, labored breathing as he rode my gripping interior with mindless passion. I was crying heavily now, but he just went on and on. I felt his prick shudder inside of me and then suddenly a hot, thick liquid was spurting from his prick and searing my inner walls as he gasped and moaned his delight.

"I'm coming in your little cunt, honey," he groaned in relief. "Ahhh, yes, yes, coming in your virgin cunt so good! Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!"

I just lay there, letting him shoot that ugly, hot fluid into me. I wasn't even crying anymore, Doctor, I just wanted him to get it over with. Then when he was finally done, he pulled out of me and asked me how I liked it. I just spit at him and ran upstairs. He left me alone after that and I haven't told anyone but you about this. Oh, God, Doctor, is this what it's going to be like for me? I don't think I ever want sex again, not ever, ever, ever!

CONCLUSION

She was beginning to get upset again and I stopped the interview right there. As kindly and patiently as I could I explained to her that her disgust and hatred of sex was normal under these circumstances. I did as much as I could to get her to realize that what happened to her was not normal. I believe she will need a lot of treatment, but over time, I think she can reach a healthy state of mind.

CASE HISTORY EIGHT

SUBJECT: Glenda J. AGE: Fourteen

INTERVIEW ONE

One of the most pleasing things in life is the budding sexuality of young girls, but this can also be a dangerous time for them. Glenda J. is a case in point. She entered my office almost unable to speak. She was a very small, hardly developed child who sat in my chair as if she wanted to hide in it. I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible, telling her to take her time as she told me what had happened to her.

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I'm so sick, Doctor, so rotten sick, I can't stand it! Ill never be clean again, I just know it! If I had known what was going to happen, I never even would have made friends with the guy next door.

His name is Alan and he is a hippie, at least that is how he acts. He is only about five-foot-five and has long, stringy hair that he ties in a pony tail and a thick, unkempt beard. I shouldn't have gone over to his apartment when he invited me, but what did I know?

He seemed so exciting. You know, free and all that. And I had heard so much about him, smoking dope and all that, that I was just intrigued and thrilled that he was taking an interest in me. We had talked a few times and he was always nice and polite. He never made any advances toward me like some boys I go to school with did, so I felt safe going over to his place.

The apartment he has is so small that you can hardly walk around in it. He has this ratty, old mattress that's his bed and it looked like the place hadn't-been cleaned in years. He had me sit down on the mattress with him and he rolled a few cigarettes talking to me all the time.

I had never smoked grass before and he had to show me how. It was such a strange feeling. I felt light and airy and good all over. I really suppose that's why I didn't protest when he started to run his hand up and down over my thighs. I was wearing shorts and a halter top at the time, not that I really need to cover my boobs, they are so small and I didn't begin to get scared until he started kissing me, his other hand playing with the buttons to my halter.

I pushed him away, telling him I didn't do that kind of thing. He must have thought it was a joke because he suddenly popped the buttons free on my halter exposing my tiny, round breasts to his hard, gripping fingers.

My boobs trembled as he curled one of his hands around them, squeezing each soft mound in the palm of his hand. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he didn't seem to understand. He pinched one of my small, soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger rolling it back and forth in a rhythmic fashion.

I slapped his face, but he just laughed, forcing me to lay back on the mattress. I was really kicking and struggling now, but he easily caught hold of the zipper to my shorts and pulled them swiftly down over my smooth, warm thighs. I moaned as I felt the material slithering beyond my ankles and I must have blushed with embarrassment because it had been such a warm day that I hadn't worn any panties and now I was completely naked under him.

I screamed in panic, thrashing wildly as his hand roamed freely over my hairless pussy, his fingers gripping and squeezing my aching hillock with growing desire and need. I felt him crawling on top of me, shedding his pants as he did and I couldn't believe that this was happening to me.

I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing insistently against my virginal thighs, the huge, throbbing head pressing between my damp, trembling pussy lips with increasing greed. I screamed and fought but it was no use.

"I'm a virgin, Alan, a virgin!" I cried but it only seemed to turn him on all the more.

He reached down and I felt the shock of his fingers spreading my damp, hot pussy petals. I gasped as he slipped the head of his cock inside of me and bucked forward abruptly. His searching prong tapped against my maidenhead and I moaned as the huge shaft seemed to consume my aching womb.

I felt him withdrawing then suddenly he rammed forward once more with all the force he could gather up and drove through my virginal membrane with a final surge of uncaring passion.

I screamed as he took my maidenhood from me and began to sob uncontrollably as he settled back and pumped his cock in and out of my poor, tortured cave. I don't know how long it lasted, Doctor, but he just went on and on, grunting and moaning until I felt him shuddering violently and the hot come spurted from his prick and seared my inner walls with all its ugly stickiness.

Ohhh, God, Doctor, I feel so sick and horrible. I don't think I ever want to have a man touch me again. All I can remember and see and smell is him, just him! Just him!

CONCLUSION

Vickie became quite unable to control herself at this point and I gave her something to calm her down and had her go on home. She is in a bad state of mind and needs quite a bit of help. I believe, in time, she can overcome her disgust at sex. I will do all I can to help her, the first action on my part to be convincing her parents to report the incident to the police. A person such as this Alan, has no business walking the streets.

GENERAL CONCLUSION

Rape can be a terrifying experience for a young girl, and the aftermaths of the rape are always just as brutal.

Frigidity is usually one of the most common results, particularly when the victim involved is a virgin at the time.

I am always asked, repeatedly, what is a young girl to do in a situation like that. There is nothing to be done.

Preventive precautions must be taken beforehand. Young girls should not be walking alone on the streets at night, and I always recommend that the girl carry a can of mace in her pocketbook to fight off the rapist when he attacks.

THE END
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