Chapter 11
INVITATION TO RAPE - R.S.V.P.
Everything can be rationalized. This seems particularly true when excuses are sought by teen-aged girls - excuses that will relieve them of their own responsibilities for the troubles they have known.
In any review of case histories concerning teen-aged girls who have used their seductiveness as a means of luring men into sexual relations, it is always surprising how many excuses can be found, and used, to rationalize the truth.
Again and again, rape is presented in the files of the psychiatrist and sociologist as one of the more popular devices by which a girl can act seductively, secure the sexual experience she wants, then deny her own guilt by declaring that she was forced into a sexual union.
Some sample cases follow that show girls as victims of rape while in truth they acted provocatively and encouraged their sexual taking.
CASE HISTORY
Mary H.'s family was poor. They were churchgoers, especially Mr. H. who was a deeply religious man. Mary, auburn-haired, built strongly and sexually for her sixteen years, had little time for experiences in the inter-personal relationships of boys and girls. Instead, she was committed to hours of family prayer. The sessions occurred nearly every evening, if Mr. H. deemed it necessary for the saving of his family's soul. And he usually did. The family prayer sessions were long and dull. Mary could hardly sit still during them, although she knew she must unless she wanted the wrath of the father - both the one in Heaven and the one in the living room - to come down upon her like thunder. So, she learned to sit quietly during the long hours by dreaming about boys, creating fantasies that brought her into loving, sexual contact with them. It helped fill in the time. It also stimulated Mary far beyond her threshold of endurance.
One warm summer night - one that found Mr. H. absent from the house - Mary decided to walk the streets of her poor neighborhood and dream the dreams she had learned to love; those of herself in a romantic situation with some boy or man whom she had dream-created.
At a corner that was marked with a malt shop, Mary paused and considered the group of boys who were loitering there. Some of them were quite attractive. All of them were tough-looking. But she didn't care. She wanted their attention. She intended to get it.
Slowly, wiggling her hips in an exaggerated way, Mary sauntered past the boys. Their whistles sounded loud and bold. Then a few obscene remarks were whispered among the boys and they broke into loud laughter.
Mary paused and looked over her shoulder at the group. She smiled. Then she found reason to delay still another few moments by reaching down and adjusting the hem of her stocking. This called forth new whistles and catcalls from the groups of boys. Mary didn't mind a bit. She didn't even pretend to be insulted. Instead, she smiled at them again and had just started to move away when one of the boys called to her.
"Hey, chick," he shouted.
Mary paused. She turned.
"I want to talk to you," the boy said.
"You come here if you have anything to say to me," Mary told him rather crisply.
The boy shrugged his shoulders and walked over to her while the other boys laughed again.
The boy stopped in front of Mary. His eyes raked her body and appeared to lighten with pleasure as he viewed large breasts, nipple-pointed, a flat waist, flaring hips, and good, strong legs.
"What did you want to see me about?" Mary asked.
"You want to go for a ride?" the boy asked.
"What kind of a ride?" Mary responded, sounding more confident, and much more worldly than she was.
"In a car. What do you think?"
"There are all kinds of rides," she said. Then she nearly gasped at the implication of her words. She had not intended to say what she had.
The boy seemed impressed with her innuendo. "You're really sharp, you are. Come on-how about it? Let's go for a quickie."
"I don't know," she said, hesitating partly as an act and partly because she wasn't sure how far she intended to carry on the act.
"Come on - it'll be great."
"You driving?" she asked.
"Naw. One of the guys. I lost my license."
"Tough," Mary sympathized.
"Cool the crap unless you're going with us."
"Us?" she asked, surprised. "Who's 'us'?"
"The guys, who do ya think?"
"I thought maybe just you and me and the guy who does the driving was goin'," said Mary, making the words sound lurid.
"We'll sit in the back seat. Okay?"
"Okay," she responded, after a moment's hesitation.
The boy led her past the others then guided her to an old car that was parked around the corner. He held the back door open and Mary stepped inside. In a moment, the boy and Mary were joined by the others.
There were no introductions, no courtesies, nothing but the boys piling into the car, one in the back with Mary and her "date", two in the front, one of them suddenly lurching the car away from the curb as if he had received the starter's signal.
Before they had traveled a block, the boy had looped his arm around her shoulder. She allowed it. And she tried not to pay any attention to the eyes that played upon her body or the coarse jokes that passed between the boys. She tried hard to make something more romantic out of the situation than the reality of it indicated. She even burrowed her cheek into the boy's leather jacket where it clung to his shoulder.
Soon the lights of the business section were behind them and there was nothing but darkness all around.
"Where are we?" she asked, raising her head from the boy's shoulder.
"In the boondocks," he replied.
Suddenly the car was jerked to a halt. The driver turned around and grinned at Mary and the boy. "Okay, I parked where there's no fuzz. Go to it."
Mary shivered slightly. She knew what the boy intended, had even known this when she consented to ride with him. But her mind worked overtime making a romantic thing out of the encounter.
The boy twisted her face to him and kissed her hard. She responded, even shot her tongue into his mouth. It was distracting having so many people watch at such close hand.
Suddenly, the boy became all hands. He worked inside her blouse, roughly fondled her flesh and pulled upon her nipple. Then his other hand went into action and shot beneath her skirt, worked its way upwards to her thighs, sneaked beneath the frail resistance of her panties, then touched and explored and caressed.
"You want a little help?" one of the boys called from the front seat.
Both Mary and the boy ignored the remark. But she did open her eyes following a long kiss and saw that all eyes were upon her, upon her and the boy's hands that worked beneath the cover of blouse and skirt. Quickly, she shut her eyes and motivated a new kiss from the boy.
They were crowded. So, when the boy withdrew both his hands from her body and turned a bit to his side, Mary felt a moment's release.
"Move over, will ya," the boy growled.
The boy next to them scooted his body a few inches away from them. It wasn't much room, but it was enough to allow the boy to twist, come above her, then pressure his knee downward to open her thighs. Not much pressure was needed. She welcomed him. Then, after a few minutes of fumbling at both of their bodies, she welcomed the hard, downward sweep of his huge penis.
It seems hardly possible that Mary could not be aware of the danger of the situation she was getting herself into. It is equally difficult to understand why Mary, an attractive sixteen-year-old, would choose the odd circumstances she did for her first sexual act.
One psychiatrist, familiar with the case, explained it this way.
"It's possible that this very lack of privacy is the thing that brought Mary into this first sexual situation," the psychiatrist said. "Somehow, without privacy, the act itself did not seem as immoral, as degrading, or as threatening as it might were she alone with a single boy in the car."
The first love-scene didn't last long. The boy, overly excited because of the period of love-play and because of her aggressiveness, had little control over his body. He thumped and twisted and churned while she moved against him, simulating the actions she had decided were the actions of a mature and worldly girl making love.
The boy groaned aloud as he reached his climax. Mary, hearing him, sensing what his cry meant, and feeling the spurting hotness enter her, cried out too, although there was no true spark of orgasm on her part. As their cries died down, the other boys laughed, some self-consciously, others luridly.
The boy pulled away from her. She patted at her hair and adjusted her clothing.
"Okay, I'm next," said the boy sitting next to them. "I'm hard and ready. It got me hot watching you two."
Mary turned toward him, a momentary expression of question on her face.
"Sure, go ahead," the boy who had just finished with her told his friend. "She's a pretty good fuck. I got my rocks off fast!"
The boys traded positions. The new boy, who did not take time for even a moment of kissing, lunged his hard penis at her.
With this second boy, Mary felt a difference. She wasn't quite sure she liked it. The boy was very strong, very large, and almost hurtfully aggressive. He tore at her as though he were in combat. He treated her as a thing, rather than as a person. But he too reached his climax quickly. With a rough exclamation, he pulled away from her only a few minutes after he had mounted. "You got a nice, tight cunt," was all he said.
Now there was not even any question of further procedure. As soon as the second boy moved away from her, the third mounted her. His penis was not fully hard, and he made Mary manipulate it for a few moments before he entered her. Then he humped into her lustily, breathing obscene words into her ear while he was doing it. He took longer than the others to reach his climax, and when he did his load of sperm was heavier than the others. Nor did he pull away from her as quickly as the others had. He continued to lie on top of her, nudging his penis in and out of her, until the fourth boy said, "Come on, fucker, get off her. It's my turn."
The third boy left her reluctantly, and the fourth boy positioned himself above her. He fingered her vagina thoroughly and deeply, probing his fingers as far into her as they would go. "Shit!" he complained. "Her twat's fulla come!" He shifted his position so that his hard penis was at her mouth. "Open up!" he ordered.
Mary opened her mouth, and he quickly inserted his penis, and then launched himself into her as though her mouth were a vagina. "Suck it, cunt!" he said. Mary sucked, tentatively at first, and then more heavily. When she felt his hot juice invade her throat, she swallowed it quickly, and then pulled her mouth away from him.
By that time, Mary found it difficult to associate all that had happened with her dreams of love and romance. She hurt too much for the dream to come through clearly. When the last boy moved away from her body, she felt an ache at her loins as though she had been beaten there.
Apparently she did not realize the full extent of what had been done to her until she stepped out of the car back at the corner where she had first encountered the boys.
Her mind buzzed with a million horrible thoughts. She thought of her father, God, pregnancy, a bruised body that might not heal. She thought of all these things as the boys' car sped away. She turned to look for a police officer...
Her parents were beside themselves with concern when they received the call from the police department to come for their daughter who had been sexually attacked by a gang of hoodlums.
To the police and to her parents, Mary claimed that she had been gang-raped. Since the boys all lived in the neighborhood, they were quickly rounded up. They all claimed that Mary had come with them willingly and had willingly accepted their sexual conduct.
However, since Mary had such a respectable reputation, and since she came from such a deeply religious family, her word was taken against the four boys. The boys were sent to a reform institution. However, Mary herself felt such guilt feelings about it, that shortly afterward she suffered a mental breakdown - which was attributed to "her horrible experience" -and had to be committed to a mental hospital. When she recovered sufficiently to be released from the hospital, she did not return to her family, but entered into a life of teen-age prostitution.
CASE HISTORY
Lena was fourteen years old when she decided that she would not wait another day to learn about the glories of sex that were said by friends to be so great.
One evening in the summer she headed for the sandy beach which bordered the lake that was near her small-town home.
The beach was nearly deserted when Lena arrived. She was a little disappointed. She had expected to find some bonfires blazing with boys sitting around them. But there were none. But putting disappointment aside, Lena moved behind some bushes at the rear of the beach, quickly undressed and shimmered into a new, bikini she had recently purchased. She placed her clothes in the small bag she carried, then left the bushes and walked to the edge of the water.
She felt a slight breeze blowing against her body from the lake. She liked it. It made her nipples harden, and even without a mirror to view herself, Lena knew that she made a desirable picture, that the bra top of her two-piece suit was low enough to reveal a lot of breast flesh, and would even reveal the nipples, she hoped, once the suit was wet. And she knew that the bottom of the suit clung tightly to her hips like paper on a wall. She already knew that her stomach was flat and that her legs were lean and strong and quite shapely for her young years.
Lena breathed deeply and looked around. Still no bonfires. Still no boys. Still no hope of achieving that which she had come to the beach to accomplish. But then she looked out into the water again and at the raft, about a hundred yards away, she saw a bobbing head. She waited, a little breathlessly, until she determined that it was a male who swam by the raft. In a moment, she saw him pull his body up the ladder and onto the surface of the raft. From his build, seen only faintly through the dusk of evening, Lena guessed that he was about forty. He wasn't a boy sitting by a bonfire. But he was a male. Lena waded into the water, paused a moment, then plunged beneath the surface. When her head reappeared, she swam directly for the raft.
Lena waited and rested by the bottom rung of the ladder for a few moments before climbing to the top. When she did pull herself upward, she was delighted to find that the water had made the bra top of her swimsuit pull far down to expose nearly half of her ample breasts. And the bottom of the suit dipped lower than it had been, too. This pleased her very much for now it rested many inches below her navel. She was sure that she looked like a sexy water nymph, which was just what she wanted.
The man was lying on his back. But he raised his head when Lena came aboard the ladder. He smiled. She smiled back. Then she took a place on the raft quite close to him and sat down. The man was not quite what she had expected, not one she would especially dream of to initiate her into sex. But his body was rather good, even if a bit pudgy around the waist. And he had nice eyes, as far as Lena could tell through the darkness.
"Kind of late for you to be swimming alone, isn't it?" the man asked.
"I'm not alone," she replied.
"Oh." The man turned his head to see who might be following Lena up the ladder. There was no one.
"Thought you said you aren't alone?" the man asked, looking puzzled.
"I'm not. You're here," she said, smiling more widely.
"Oh, yeah. Sure," he said, starting to chuckle.
They were quiet for a while. During the silence, Lena made the most of the opportunity to show her body off to the stranger. She turned and twisted, pretending to look all around her. She made no move to raise the lowered bra. She was glad she hadn't when she saw the man staring at her breasts.
Soon, they entered into a casual conversation again. When it ended, the man stood up. "Come on, let's take a quick dip."
"Sounds good," Lena said.
They dived off the raft together. When they surfaced, they were close together and the man's legs tangled momentarily with hers. She smiled at him, conveying, she hoped, her willingness to participate in any game he might have in mind. When they swam to the ladder and rested, hanging on the top rungs, Lena found out exactly what it was the man was considering. Not so strangely, it was exactly the same thing Lena had been seeking.
The man's hand slipped around her waist, then raised to cup her left breast.
"You're a real big little girl, aren't you?" he said.
"Big enough," she replied, making no move to dislodge the man's hand.
"Big enough for what?" he asked.
"For anything."
"No kidding?"
"Right, no kidding," she said.
"You big enough and smart enough - enough to do what I'm thinking?" he asked, at the same time thrusting his waist forward so that Lena could feel the heaviness of his penis strike at her hips.
"That's what I'm here for," she said.
"Well I'll be damned," he exclaimed.
Lena twisted her position around so that she faced him, grasping the rungs of the ladder with her arms stretched high behind her.
"Do you figure you can wiggle out of those little panties of yours?" the man asked.
Working with one hand while the other supported her, Lena shed her swimsuit bottom.
She adjusted her position. He did too. They were both naked now. He spread-eagled her against the ladder, while he braced his own feet on the bottom rung of the ladder, which his hands gripped on either side of her. The bottom halves of their bodies were still submerged in water. And that was the way he took her.
He spread her legs with his own, and slowly eased his penis into her. When they were joined that way, he took his hands away from the ladder and gripped her buttocks, spreading the cheeks and pressing her closer to him. Awkwardly, he lowered his head and began mouthing her nipples, hunching his body back and forth as he forced his penis in and out of her vagina.
"Getting to you?" he asked huskily.
She answered with a murmur of assent and an accelerated writhing of her body.
"That's it," he said. "Fuck back! You ever been fucked under water before?"
She shook her head, but did not reveal that this was her first sexual adventure.
The water churned around his hips as he speeded up his movements as his climax approached. "Oh, God!" he breathed. "This is too much!" And Lena felt the hotness of his ejaculation despite the coldness of the water.
Afterward, they got up on the raft where they had sexual intercourse again to a second climax.
Later, when the man had left her and she was dressed again, Lena became frightened when she considered the possibility that she might become pregnant. She cried to herself and wondered what she would do, what she would tell her parents.
Then, remembering some of the lurid stories she had read in newspapers, she decided on her own solution. She went home and told her parents that she had been raped, that she had been at the beach, and that a man had grabbed her and dragged her into the bushes, threatened her with a knife if she made a sound, and then had raped her repeatedly.
Instead of censure from her parents, she received sympathy. Her mother - belatedly and unnecessarily - told her "the facts of life" and later took her to the family doctor to have her examined for any signs of possible pregnancy. Fortunately, there were none.
Lena was just one of many teen-aged girls who satisfied their own sexual curiosity and urgings, and then cried, "Rape!"