Case 6

"And then I saw the thing standing in front of mo. If s organ looked two feet long.......'

NAME Baker, Joan HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 124 lbs. AGE: 37

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from participation in Native tribal rites.

DOCTOR: You and your husband have worked together as a team for many years?

JOAN: Since we got out of college. We were married right after graduation, and we immediately went to Brazil since we were both anthropologists, and it seemed to us that Brazil was the best place to begin our studies on primitive tribes. We wanted to discover tribes of people that no one had ever discovered before. Brazil seemed the best place to do that Brazil has more unexplored jungle than any other country in the world. We thought we would discover tribes and tribal customs-that would make us famous.

DOCTOR: And you did?

JOAN: Oh, not the first time. I guess it was the third time we went back. We had heard of a mysterious tribe at the headwaters of the Amazon. Apparently they worshipped some god that they believed was the god of all animal life We were excited about this, for from all the reports we had heard, there actually was some sort of half-man, half-beast, that they worshipped, and that was real. There were legends about it Well, to us, this seemed as though it would be a fantastic discovery, if we could find this beast. After all, for all we knew, it might be the famous 'missing link'-the link between animal life and human life on the Earth. We immediately set out to find the tribe.

DOCTOR: But you had trouble from the beginning.

JOAN: Yes. None of the friendly natives would go with us, not after they found out where we wanted to go-and what tribe we wanted to find. They were all afraid. So we had to go alone. And we did.

DOCTOR: But you found the tribe.

JOAN: Yes, After many weeks of searching, and almost being killed by the wild life and so on in the jungle But at least we paddled out way up onto a long, cleared shore. And natives came out to carry our canoe up on the shore. From their appearances-completely different from any tribe we had ever seen before we knew they were the Zuanis, the tribe we had set out to find.

DOCTOR: But they were completely friendly?

JOAN: Yes. At first they were. But of course we didn't know at that time, Jim and I, what it was that they want us for.

DOCTOR: You mean, you didn't know what they want you for.

JOAN: Yes. That's exactly what I mean......

DOCTOR: How long had you lived with them before you found out exactly what it was that they wanted you for.

JOAN: About three months. By this time, we had learn their language, and taught two or three of their head ma to speak ours.

DOCTOR: Tell me what happened then.......

JOAN: We were summoned to a meeting of the heads the village. We were not surprised because this was fairly common custom. If I had known what was going to happen that afternoon, I think I might have commit suicide........

Joan walked assuredly to her place at one corner of the counsel ring, and sat down, crossing her legs as she did so. Her husband sat down beside her.

"I wonder what this meeting is about," Joan's husband said. "This is the first time I've ever known them to call one at this time of the day."

"Maybe it's something really special," Joan said, squeezing her knees in anticipation. "Maybe now we're going t get a look at the thing that we came all this way to see.

"You mean the missing link' ?The half-man, half-beast?"

"Why not?" Joan said, shrugging her shoulders. We've been here months now. Don't you think they trust us by now?"

"I don't know," Jim said.-"There's something creepy about the whole thing. Sometimes I feel like saying the hell with it, and getting out of here. I don't like the way some of those native men look at you."

"Oh, come now," Joan said impatiently. "After all, they are men, and I'm not the ugliest woman in the world. You like to play with my body. Why shouldn't they enjoy looking at it?"

"I don't like it when you talk like that," Jim said. "It almost seems as if you enjoy their attention. After all, they are savages, aren't they?"

"They've never bothered us in any way. After all the fear we saw in the other natives, we ought to be grateful for that And you can't keep a man-any man-from looking at a beautiful woman."

"Oh, I know that," Jim said. "But sometimes I get the impression that they're looking at you in a different way, almost as if they were thinking of you not for themselves, but for some other purpose."

Joan felt a cold shiver run down her spine. As a matter of fact, she had gotten the same impression herself, and had tried to shrug it off as her imagination. Now she was not so sure.

"Oh, that's nonsense," Joan said. "Be quiet now, here comes the chief."

The chief of the tribe entered the ring of bodies and took his place on the large pillow at the northern end. Joan and Jim bowed, as they had learned to do, showing their deference and respect The chief smiled back at them.

"We welcome you to our counsel," the chief said, addressing them directly.

Joan and Jim looked at one another. Usually, in the council meetings, they were completely ignored. And this was the way they preferred it to be, unknown unrecognized. This way the members of the tribe forgot about them and went about their business, enabling Jim and Joan to go about their business of writing and studying the tribe. But now they were the first ones who had been spoken to.

"We greet you," Jim said, using the native tongue. "We honor your presence."

"No," the chief said, "We honor your presence."

He had motioned to Joan. Jim looked back and forth between his wife and the chief. Joan was suddenly very conscious of the way her breasts and nipples stuck out from her khaki work jacket And the slacks she wore were very tight She had never been self-conscious about these things before. But there was something about the way the chief had spoken that made her so now.

"I don't understand," Jim said quickly. You are pointing to my wife What is different about this occasion?"

"We have been grateful for this gift from the sun gods that you call your wife," the chief said. Joan's eyes widened, and Jim made as if to speak but the chief cut him off with a wave of his hand. Immediately there were a dozen strong warriors surrounding Jim, their hands on the long daggers that they wore in their waist bands. "We know your woman is a gift from the sun god, because she is so perfect" the chief concluded.

"Please" Joan said, blushing. "I appreciate your attention, but-"

"You have a wondrous body," the chief continued, "and wisely, you have never made any attempt to conceal it from us. Even though you cover your body, your clothes are so tight as to leave no doubt as to how you're formed. You have wonderful growths on your chest, growths that all men like. And with the pants that you wear, we are always able to see the cleft and swelling of the thing between your legs; the wondrous opening-that hole-that all men live to thrust their own organ into. Yes, woman called Joan, you have been most generous."

Joan immediately flushed a brilliant scarlet, covered her chest with her arms and brought her legs tightly together. "I never meant to," Joan said, her tone verging on panic. "You all have the wrong idea."

Out of the corner of her eye, Joan could see her husband struggling with two or three of the chief's young warriors. His struggles were all in vain.

"No," the chief said. "We know exactly why you are here. And we thank the sun god."

"But we came here to see Rah," Joan exclaimed. "Your god, half-man, half-beast You know that"

The chiefs eyes gleamed. "See Rah, you will!" The chief said loudly. "For Rah has given the sign that he is now ready to see you!"

"I still don't understand."

"Rah wants you," the chief repeated. "You will be Rah's bride. He has seen you from the mountaintop."

Joan gasped, and struggled against the hands that held her. But she was swept along the ground like a twig in a torrent of human flesh. She looked for Jim and saw that he was being dragged along, too. She opened her mouth and screamed, but it did her no good. Her screams echoed back and forth against the rock walls of the surrounding cliffs.......

DOCTOR: Where did they take you?

JOAN: To a place Jim and I had never seen before. There was a cleft in the rocks along a sheer cliff face. On the mountain. Jim and I had thought there was nothing but solid rock all the way through. Instead, we found ourselves dragged through this opening. It came out into a small valley, all green and lush. There was a path that led down into the valley, then up the other side and stopped before a huge cave cut into the other rock wall. There was a huge wooden altar in front of the cave.

They took Jim and tied him to a stake at one end of the valley.

DOCTOR: Did it appear as though they wanted to hurt him?

JOAN: At first I thought so. Then I realized they had just put him there to keep him out of the way while they did to me whatever they were going to do to me.......

DOCTOR: And what did they do to you?

JOAN: They tied me up alongside the wooden altar. Then they stripped the upper half of my body........

Joan struggled with all her might, but it was useless. In a matter of a few seconds the chief and his helpers had torn her blouse from her body, then cut her bra straps, leaving the top half of her body completely exposed.

Her breasts cascaded down across her chest, and her nipples gleamed in the harsh sunlight. She tried to cover herself, but it was no use. Her hands were tied securely to a rail on the wooden altar. There was nothing she could do but stand there, helpless in the nakedness.

What made it worse was that her breasts were very large-much larger than those of the native women-and all the man were fascinated by them. They crowded around and stared. Joan was horrified to find that her embarrassment caused the nipples to tighten and harden. They rose up and pointed ahead. The men laughed, and then the chief ordered them away.

Jim was yelling at the top of his lungs. As Joan watched, one of the natives came over and pressed a large, liquid-filled gourd to his lips, forcing the liquid down his throat I understand, Jim's eyes glazed, then his head slumped forward on his chest "You haven't hurt him?!"

"It is just a sleeping potion," the chief said. "His noise will disturb Rah. He will sleep throughout the offering." "Offering?!"

"Only of your body," the chief said. "Rah will not harm you in any way." The chief smiled. "In fact," he continued, "you might find yourself highly delighted. You should consider this a great honor. All of our own women-even those who are married-secretly wish for Rah to choose them at least once to be his bride."

"But I have a husband!"

"Do not yell!" the chief said, growing impatient "Rah will only use you for a little while, and then you may go your own way. But first you must be given to Rah. Rah has demanded it."

Joan opened her mouth to protest again, but was cut short by a roar that came from the depths of the cave and echoed out over the valley. Joan felt her flesh begin to crawl. What manner of beast resided in the cave?!"

"That is Rah," the chief said, as if answering her thoughts. "He has told us that he is coming."

Even in the midst of her terror, the scientist in Joan was at work. "What is Rah?" she said. "How did he get here?"

The roaring increased in volume, and Joan shuddered.

"Rah is our god of living things," the chief said. "As you will soon see, he is a man-beast, with the best of both. He has the cunning of a man, and the strength and lust of an animal. A perfect combination."

Joan opened her mouth to speak but could not make any sound come forth.

And then Rah appeared in the entrance of the cave.

Joan was too startled to scream. Rah was the missing link, she thought, even as the creature slowly made his way down toward her.

He moved on two feet, but they were large, heavily muscled legs, and he moved awkwardly, as thought he were just learning to stand erect

He had a high, downed forehead, and his eyes were very man-like. How they were fastened on her breasts and they glowed with passion. Rah's entire body was covered with long, silky hair.

Rah stopped a few feet away from Joan, and a low rumbling escaped from his throat

"He likes you," the chief whispered.

Joan wondered what would have happened to her if Rah had not liked her, but she did not have time to ask the question. Still staring at her pendulous breasts, Rah suddenly stood up straight, and Joan gasped for breath.

The silky hair between his legs parted, and Joan could see a monstrous penis swelling up before her eyes, jutting out from between the muscular thighs, pushing aside the surrounding curtain of hair. It grew and grew, swelling with blood; Joan wondered when if ever, it would stop growing.

And then it was there before her, a massive log of a penis, fully two feet in length, and bigger around than both of her hands forming a circle.

Joan was filled with a new panic, and struggled to free herself from her bonds. Surely, she thought such a member would injure her. And even if she lived through the ordeal of Rah's love-making, what kind of a woman would she be later, having been raped by an animal-god?

Why then, did she feel a sudden excitement in her loins. Rising above her fear like a phoenix above the ashes, was a strange form of excitement For all she knew, she was looking upon the largest penis in the world. No matter that it belonged to an animal, for this animal was also half-man. And it looked like a man's penis. She could even see a large pair of testicles dangling down between his legs underneath the base of the penis. What would it feel like to have that great organ stuffed between her legs?

Joan shook her head, trying to shake such thoughts from her mind. It was insane that she should be aroused by the prospect of being made love to by such a beast. Still, there was no denying that she was aroused. The nipples on hee breasts had swollen to the size of quarters, and they were trembling, but not with embarrassment. The were trembling with passion.

"There is something about Rah," the chief said, "that arouses a maiden's passion. I can see you are no different from all the others. Relax and enjoy yourself. And remember that you must be content with having Rah only once for he has a different maiden each time."

"I don't even want him once-"

Joan hesitated. One of the great hands had come out and was toying with her breast. For all Rah's fierce appearance, his touch was surprisingly gentle. And she seemed to sense a gentleness in his eyes, even a shyness. It seemed incredible, nevertheless it was true. Joan considered herself a good judge of character, and this beast seemed surprisingly gentle. Even lonely.

Her breast danced beneath his fingers, and Joan stood very still. Then the other hand came up and squeezed her other breast The shock was electric, and Joan could not prevent a groan of pleasure from escaping her lips.

She was alone with Rah now. The chief had gone back to sit with his tribe, circling the altar behind her. Joan could see only the eyes of the beast before her.

Rah stepped forward and the head of his long penis brushed against her body. Joan shivered. But Rah made no move to penetrate her with his member. Instead he bent forward and, bracing his hands on either side of her, began to gently lick at her breasts.

Rah's tongue was very man-like, only stronger and slightly rougher. The sensation of the rough tongue licking across her smooth flesh and dimpled nipples was absolutely delightful.

"Ohhhh," Joan moaned. Rah grunted, and licked faster. At the same time, his lips wrapped around one of the nipples, and Joan felt it being sucked into his mouth. Joan moaned again, and could not keep from thrusting her chest forward, to help Rah in sucking her breasts.

Rah's mouth was very strong. With the strength of his lips alone, he drew her nipple deep into the wet, warm recesses of his mouth until the flesh of her breast stuck out straight in the air. Then he released the nipple and the breast fell back on her chest, making a sharp, slapping sound. Joan found even this momentary pain delightful.

But Rah was obviously upset that he might have hurt Joan. His fingertips caressed the red-tipped breast, and his soft eyes appealed to her.

"It's all right," Joan heard herself saying. "Go ahead and suck the other one."

She could hardly believe that she had spoken. She was actually trying to communicate with an animal. Why, then, did it seem as though Rah understood her? And why did she want Rah to understand her?

Rah grunted and shook his head as though he understood. And then he reached across her body, squeezing her flesh in his hand, and popped the other nipple into his mouth.

"Suck hard," Joan whispered. "You won't hurt me."

Rah sucked greedily at her breast, stretching the flesh, sending delicious thrills up and down Joan's body. He had a trick of sucking her nipple into his mouth, then using his rough tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth, kneading it back and forth, massaging it until, in Joan's excitement, the tiny piece of hard flesh grew to twice its normal size.

Joan loved it Her husband had never been able to give her such pleasure, yet here was this beast filling her with ecstasy.

Only once, the chief had said. Only once.

Her hands were still bound behind her back, and so she could not touch Rah. But his rigid penis was moving back and forth across her body. Once is slipped between her knees, and Joan quickly closed her legs.

She did not press hard, for she did not want to hurt or frighten Rah. But she did squeeze very gently, her knee caps pressing against the hard, quivering flesh of his penis.

Rah looked up sharply at her, and she could see his pleasure reflected in his eyes. His hips began to move back and forth, forcing the skin on his penis to slide back and forth. He obviously enjoyed this activity. Joan looked directly into his eyes, ran her tongue across her lips, and squeezed her knees together even more tightly. The beast groaned, and sucked hard at both breasts, alternating quickly between one nipple and another.

And Rah was doing something else, He was reaching behind her back with his hands and removing her bonds! He was going to free her, Joan thought He wanted her, but he also sensed that she wanted him. Therefore, he was going to free her!

The last of the ropes fell to the ground, and Joan felt the blood rush back into her wrists. She could flee, Joan thought Instead, she placed both of her hands down between her legs, on the upper surface of the penis. Then she grabbed it and squeezed hard.

Rah growled his appreciation. Joan, still using both hands, continued to masturbate him, moving both of her hands rapidly back and forth in time to the movements of the beast's hips.

Once she reached down and rested her hand on Rah's testicles. She could feel a warm wetness growing in the palm of her other hand. The beast was having an orgasm! Somehow, this made Joan sad. She did not want this experience to end. Not yet

But the experience was not at an end. Rah was anything but satisfied. His man-like hands were groping between her thighs, massaging the mound beneath her slacks, pressing against it

Joan could feel the wetness spreading over the front of her body, and it took a moment for her to realize that just the feel of her breast in the beast's mouth, and his hand in her crotch, was causing her to have an orgasm.

She wanted him against her naked flesh! Still stroking his penis and testicles with one hand, she took the other and unzipped the zipper at the side of her slacks. Then she took Rah's hairy wrist and forced his hand down into her panties. Once again the sensation was like that of an electric shock. Joan squirmed, wriggling beneath the beast's touch, at the same time struggling to pull down her slacks and panties without pulling her breast from the beast's mouth.

And then all of her clothes were off her body. And she knew what she wanted. Very quickly she jumped up and back so that she landed in a sitting position on the edge of the wooden altar.

Her nipple came out of Rah's mouth with a loud pop. For a moment, Rah looked bewildered. But then he saw that his face was actually between Joan's legs, and she had spread her legs and planted her feet on his shoulders.

Joan's vagina spread out before his eyes. He had had many maidens, but none as passionate as this one. She was not frightened. In fact, she seemed to want him to make love to her. Before, he had always been so lonely; now this maiden was reaching out to him.........

Rah stroked the silken thighs, then came forward and kissed the glistening vaginal lips. The woman moaned and trembled. Rah kissed them harder, sucking the two slabs of flesh into his mouth and moving them around, running his tongue along their inside surface.

The woman was so warm and wet inside; it filled Rah with a glorious feeling. He planted his mouth firmly on the open hole, and thrust his tongue into the gaping opening. The woman's legs suddenly tightened around his head, and he could feel the pressure of her hand on the back of his head.

He wanted to please her, please her as she was pleasing him.

Rah continued to lick at Joan, settling down to a steady, rolling motion with his head, sliding his tongue all the way into her body, tickling the soft, fleshy insides, then drawing it back out and running his tongue up and around the inside of the lips.

The maiden seemed to like this very much, for her love juice was beginning to flow in large amounts, filling his mouth and throat with warm, sweet wetness.

Once he found something small and hard inside her body, and he pressed his lips hard around this object, and massaged it gently with his lips. He could feel her insides contract around his tongue, and then she gushed.

Suddenly she was tearing at his hair, trying to force him back. Had he hurt her? Did she want him to stop? The thought tore through Rah like the edge of a blade.

Joan took Rah's head in her hands and forced him back. She must have more; much more. She must feel his penis in her hands. In her mouth.

Rah stepped back from her body, his eyes filled with hurt Joan immediately jumped down off the platform, landing on her knees in front of him. The head of his penis was an inch in front of her eyes. And before she, or Rah, completely understood what she was doing, she took the base of the penis in her hands, steadying it, and slipped her mouth over the head.

Rah grunted, and almost backed away. No maiden had ever done this to him before, and he was not quite sure what to make of it Whatever it was that she was doing-taking the tip of his penis into her mouth and rolling her head around, flicking across its surface with the tip of her tongue-it felt wonderful, and he did not want her to stop.

There were so many things that Rah did not understand. For one thing, he had always been so lonely. He did not really know who, or what he was. He did not remember being born, and he did not remember any mother or father And he could not find anyone who was as he was.

He had made his way to these mountains, and had resolved to live alone, away from the ferocious animals in the lowlands. And then one day he had been found by the natives, and they had showered him with gifts and made him a god.

Rah did not understand everything. He understood that he was not a man. And he was not an animal. He belonged to no one. There were no females to keep him company and make him happy. He was destined to live out his life alone, a freak of nature. If it must be so, he had decided that it was just as well for him to stay with the natives who fed him, and worshipped him. Sometimes they would even bring one of their women for him to have. This seemed to also give him pleasure and so he played what he considered to be a silly game; he was their god.

But still he had always been lonely. Some of the native women had been filled with passion; but they had also been filled with fear for, after all, they did consider him a god, and expected at any moment to be struck down with a bolt of lightening if they did not please him.

It was different with this strange white woman; she seemed to give of herself because she wanted to give of herself, and this made all the difference in the world.

And Rah was tremendously grateful to the woman for this.

Meanwhile, Joan was filled with a flaming passion. She sensed that the beast-man was lonely, and this filled her with a strange, almost unquenchable fire. All she had to give him was herself, and she would do this.

Again and again she tugged at the head of Rah's penis with her lips and gums. Again and again the beast had an ejaculation of sorts, a small trickle of come welling from the inch long slit at the head of his organ.

Joan tried as hard as she could to place her mouth further and further down, but the penis was simply too huge. And so she contented herself with licking and sucking its tip, stretching her lips as far down on the surface as was possible.

Rah moved back and forth very slowly, always careful not to make any sudden movements that might injure her.

At the same time, his hands groped beneath her bent body and found her breasts. These he squeezed and fondled as she sucked at him.

She wanted the beast in her. She must have Rah penetrate her body.

But how? Even as she moved her head back and forth across the sensitive flesh of his penis, her mind raced. Then she looked up and the chief was standing beside her. For a moment she was startled, for she had almost forgotten that there was anybody else with her at all. And then she saw that he was holding a small pot in his hands.

Even as she watched the chief put his fingers into the pot, then removed them. They were covered with a sticky substance. Joan understood. She reached up and took the pot from the chiefs hands. Then the chief disappeared.

The pot was filled with fluid, and it was very smooth and very slippery. And she knew what it was for.

Still kissing and sucking the head of Rah's penis, Joan dipped her fingers into the filmy liquid then brought the contents down and rubbed her fingers over her vagina. She could feel the liquid penetrating into her skin, lubricating it beyond belief, causing the tissue to swell to enormous proportions.

Two times she did this, each time smearing a greater quantity of the strange fluid. Then she knew she was ready.

Quickly she took her head away from the member and leaped up on top of the altar.

Rah-still grunting and moaning with pleasure and desire-climbed up after her. Joan lay back and brought her knees up around her ears, and rocked back on her spine. Rah caught her thighs between his hands and spread the legs out even further. Then he came forward on his knees.

Joan could see the massive member bouncing up and down. Creamy liquid was oozing from its head. She wanted it in her, she thought More than anything else, she wanted this thing in her.

Joan reached down between her legs and took the end of the penis in her hand, steadying it, guiding it toward its target

Then it was touching the entrance to her vagina. She knew that any sudden movement would injure her severely. Rah seemed to sense this too, for he remained motionless, perfectly content to let Joan guide his member home into her body.

This Joan did. Very slowly she let the head press against the entrance to her vulva. The liquid was doing its job; the head slid easily into her and Joan gasped. It was so large. The head alone filled her as no man had ever done before, sent bolts of passion tearing through her body. She pushed her hips forward slightly.

The penis slid in further. Already it seemed to be touching her womb, and it was only a quarter of the way in.

"I want it, I want it," Joan repeated to herself, as if to convince herself that the impossible was possible. She must take this member into her body. She must.

Every muscle in her body tensed and she put her hands on her knees and pressed outwards, spreading them as far as possible, stretching her vagina open. The penis slid in another two inches.

"My God," Joan gasped. She could feel herself coming, the walls of her vagina going into violent contractions, flooding the insides of her body, adding her own lubricant to that the chief had given her.

The rest was surprisingly easy. The liquid the chief had given her had the effect of expanding the walls of her vagina; the monstrous organ slid into her easily, filling her completely.

Stars whirled in Joan's head, and she let out a long, slow moan. She came four times in quick succession, and at the same time she felt Rah's body quivering above her. He was wracked with trembling, and then he exploded inside her. The come squirted from the seal of her lips and fell onto the wooden altar in great puddles.

Joan clung to the neck of Rah as he came again and again, each time his great muscle contracting and jetting great quantities of fluid into her. Soon everything grew dark and she flung her hips forward once again as she felt Rah ejaculate.

DOCTOR: You blacked out?

JOAN: Yes. But I wasn't injured in any way. It was just that my passion had carried me too far. The human body can only take so much pleasure, and then the mind reacts.

DOCTOR: How do you feel about this now?

JOAN: I can't forget. I can't forget the way I looked there at the entrance to the cave. Then he-or it-was standing before me. He was excited and his penis was almost two feet long. I can't forget that, Doctor. I can't forget I had that thing moving inside me. And he came inside me.

DOCTOR: Does your husband know what happened?

JOAN: No. He doesn't even know that Rah made love to me. After it was all over the natives wanted to keep me there because they saw how much Rah had enjoyed me. But it was Ray who made them let me go. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he and the natives have some kind of communication. Rah also made sure that no one told my husband what had happened. He understood, Doctor, he really did.

DOCTOR: And you feel guilty, not because of what happened. Obviously you had no control over that You feel guilty because you enjoyed it so much. Is that correct?

JOAN: I guess so. You can't imagine how it felt, because you're not a woman But all women secretly dream of being had by a beast such as Rah. They may not admit it but they do. And I was had by a beast and my dream was fulfilled. I couldn't have stopped myself, even if I'd wanted to do so. Which I didn't obviously. There was just something about the beast Rah that I can't explain. He was so human. And to think of him being forced to spend all of his days in that cave, with no one like him to love him or keep him company. It was just too sad. And I can't forgive myself for enjoying myself so.

DOCTOR: Well, I think that's the key to it As you say, most women have a secret desire to be ravished by such a beast You had such a desire, and there was little you could do to control it Also, I think you were definitely motivated by pity for the beast As you said, he seemed so lonely.

JOAN: I could see it in his eyes. He needed to be loved. He was reaching out to me for some kind of compassion.

DOCTOR: Exactly. Being the kind of woman you are, there was nothing you could do but give yourself. Your act demonstrated compassion.

JOAN: What can I do? No matter what I do, I can't rid myself of the guilt of enjoyment.

DOCTOR: You must learn to forgive yourself. You must come to understand that your compassion was quite natural and your enjoyment of the ct could not be helped. I will help you all I can.

JOAN: What can you do?

DOCTOR: Help you dig into your own personality. Help you to understand yourself so that, one day, you will be able to find it in yourself to forget the incident, and continue with your life. It is the least you owe to yourself, and to your husband.

JOAN: Thank you, Doctor. I'll try to be a good patient