Introduction
"Spending so much time on the beach, I was bound to meet new people, and I did. There were these guys who used to surf in our section of the beach where the waves were good, and I got to know them somewhat, little by little. There were three of them at first; then a few others joined them now and then. They'd hang out around my beach blanket, kidding me about what a nice bod I had. They wouldn't believe I was only fifteen, and I kind of forgot it myself.
"There was this guy Ernie, a mean-faced sort who always wore boxer trunks to the beach. This one morning he showed up in a launch. That's how it all started. He anchored it offshore and I swam in. I was on my blanket talking with some of the others when he showed up.
"Johnny, a short guy with glasses (he had a big bulge in his crotch, incidentally, that I thought had to be padding-how wrong I was!), asked Ernie about the boat. Ernie said he'd borrowed it for the day, and how would we all like to take a boat ride?
"I said sure. They all sort of laughed at my eagerness, but the upshot was that we all swam out to the boat. It was a lot of fun for a while; I took the wheel a couple of times, and it was exciting but scary. There were five guys in the boat and I was the only girl. And I was stupid enough to like those odds.
"We all took the boat way the hell up the coast until we finally stopped in a cove. Ernie said that a friend of his owned the house on the beach and we could go in and visit and he'd see if we could promote some breakfast. That sounded all right, so we all dove off the boat and began swimming.
"There was no one in the house, we learned when we got there. It was a nice place, well furnished and we settled in the kitchen and Ernie made us a pot of coffee. Then Ernie told the guys to sit down at the table and he would get the deck of cards. I wondered why they would want to play cards so early in the morning. They weren't going to play cards. They were cutting the cards.
"For me. Only I didn't know it at the time.
"They each took a card and put it facedown on the table, then they turned them over. Kenny, a skinny guy with a funny looking twist to his face all the time had an ace. Ernie, the guy with the boat, had a jack. He grinned when he saw that. Johnny, the little guy with the glasses and the big crotch bunch, had a ten. Sam, a skinny little creep who was very quiet and awfully intense about everything, had a nine, and Ronnie, a big guy with muscles bulging out everywhere, had a six. They were all laughing and joking and then Ernie said, 'Let's get started,' and he stood up.
"I was sitting at the table watching it all, and when Ernie put his hand on my wrist I stared at him like he was out of his skull. Like who the hell did he think he was handling?
"He pulled me up onto my feet and Kenny was standing up, too, his twisty face wearing a grin that was lopsided and sort of mean. Ernie was holding my wrist like it was in a vise, and he was hurting me.
"Come on, baby,' he said. 'You got some work to do in the bedroom. Kenny has the hots for you. He's going to fuck you, and then the other guys are, too. You know, that's what it was all about the cards. You get me after Kenny. Now come along and don't give us any trouble. '
"It took a minute for me to realize that Ernie meant what he said. I was standing there in a swimsuit that hid nothing, and when Ronnie reached out and tore my halter off, my tits jumped out like they were eager to be used. Ronnie's big hands tore my bikini pants off and I was standing there, stark naked, and they were all looking at me and I knew that I was going to die.
"Ernie pulled me along with him and I tried to hold back. I lost my head and began to scream and somebody hit me in the face and somebody else yelled out that they should hit me in the belly if they wanted to hurt me; it wouldn't show there.
"They picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and there was a four-poster bed and one guy tied one ankle to a post, another guy tied another ankle to a post and as soon as that was done, the creep Kenny, put his face between my legs and began licking me, and I started writhing and sobbing and moaning. Then they tied my wrists to the other posts, and I lay there spread-eagled on the bed, at their mercy like a trussed-up duck.
"Somebody said something to Kenny and he took his mouth off of my clit and he just laughed. He shucked his pants off and I could see he was built big where it counted. I was sopping wet down below already, and that was a good thing. Kenny climbed onto the bed and he shoved his cock into me and I was weeping and sobbing and yelling and he was shoving himself into me like a machine. He started to gasp; then he was shaking and whinnying like a horse, and then he started coming, and it felt like he was never going to stop spurting in me. He was slowing down and he finally pulled his cock out and I was supposed to be in agony, maybe-but I wasn't. Not at all.
"Ernie stood beside the bed and he had his boxer shorts off and his cock was stiff and ready. He was looking at my cute little biscuit and he was not happy.
"Damn you, Kenny,' he complained, 'you made a hell of a mess. I ain't going to put my cock into your mess. I don't like slop. '
"Johnny said, 'Don't Terry have anything we can rinse her twat out with?'
"I didn't know who the hell Terry was, but I could understand the problem. Ernie went off to the bathroom next to the room I was in and he came back with a vaginal syringe, the bulb kind. He got a washbasin and they lifted my hips up so that it was under me, then they put the nozzle of the syringe into me and washed me out. Then Ernie got on and screwed me, too. It was decided that each man would clean up his own mess. One by one they took their turn at me. Johnny was third, and when he took his trunks off, I could see he was not at all padded. He was a little guy, but he was built like a bull, and I was sure that he was going to tear me all to hell with his enormous rod. But he didn't. It was fine with him.
"Sam, the weirdo with the intense, brooding look in his eyes, climbed on top of me and I knew right away that he was the one to watch. He was crazy. He got his cock into me and he started moving back and forth and he was having a good time. The others went out into the kitchen to have some coffee and they had already had their turn, except for Ronnie, the mastodon. They didn't enjoy watching it all that much, I guess. Anyway, Sam started fucking like crazy and he was slobbering all over my boobs and he got the nipple into his mouth and he bit down and I let out a scream that could have been heard in Brooklyn, N. Y. That was what he was after, and as soon as I yelled in pain, he started coming, and he really poured the juice into me.
"When I screamed, the guys in the kitchen laughed. I heard somebody saying that Sam was having him a time. When Sam finally finished up, he got the basin and the syringe and he rinsed me out. His leer as he went off with the basin made me glad that the other guys were there.
"I was scared, and I was sure that they were going to have fun with me until they got tired of it, then kill me, and my folks would never know what had happened to me.
"Ronnie came into the bedroom to take his turn, and I worried about him too. He was a big man, tall, heavy, bulging with muscles, but he had a little boy's cock between his legs. It was hard and about as big as my finger. He climbed on top of me and started screwing me, but it was a big nothing and he couldn't get it off. He finally pulled it out of me and climbed up so that he was astride my boobs and he shoved into my mouth.
"Suck,' he said.
"I didn't argue. I did what he told me to do, and that did it for him. He popped, and he damn dear drowned me. He wasn't very big in the cock department, but once he started coming he really poured. . . and I had to cope with it somehow.
"He finally got off of me and I laid on the bed, crying and wishing that I was already dead. Ronnie went back into the kitchen.
"What do we do about seconds?' Sam asked. I could tell his squeaky voice easily.
"Ernie answered him. 'You ready for seconds, help yourself. That's what she's here for. '
"Ronnie stuck his head back in the room then. 'You want to take it a little easy man. You don't want to hurt her. '
"Sam gave him a disgusted snort; then he said something that scared me, and that brought Ronnie back into the room in a hurry. 'What's the dif? Were gonna croak her when were done anyway, so what's the difference?'
"Ronnie shook his head like he would love to belt Sam.
"She ain't going to die; what the hell is the matter with you? She ain't gonna holler cops. We got five guys that will say she offered. Go ahead and enjoy, but get rid of them crazy ideas. '
"I felt a thousand times better after that. I was so sure that they would dump me into the sea when they were tired of me. After all, they had kidnapped me, and they had raped me forcibly, and it was the kind of a situation that usually wound up with the girl getting killed. I was hoping that there would be a way out of this. There had to be.
"Sam was kind of gentle, for him, and he didn't last any time at all. I was glad of that. But I was having problems. I had to piss, and I knew that I couldn't take any more of them on without making things messy.
"When Sam was rinsing me out, I told him that I had to go to the bathroom. That was the wrong thing to say to him. He just smiled and said that I could just let it go, he would hold the basin and empty it for me. That was the best offer I could get and he put his face down there so he could look right into the hole as I emptied my bladder. He carried it off to the bathroom, and then I was alone again.
"And then somebody else arrived at the house and I heard female voices and I wondered what was going on. I found out in a hurry. Two very pretty young girls, not much older than I, came into the bedroom. They stood and stared at me, wide-eyed. They were very pretty girls, but their eyes were cold and cruel, and when they stood and smiled at me I felt like I was going to die for sure.
"One of them was a blonde, with very light, curly hair, cut short, and a very good figure. She was wearing shorts and a pullover shirt and her boobs were practically visible. No bra, just nice big tits and sleek young legs and a cute round behind. Her eyes were blue and they were like ice. Her name was Terry, but I found that out later.
"The other girl was a little taller. Her name was Cathy, and she was a brunette with small boobs and nice legs and a bright, twinkling smile. She looked at me and her eyes went right to my slit and I was sure that she was just dying to get at it. The other one too. Ernie wandered into the bedroom and he put his arm around the blonde's shoulder and I got the idea that she was his girl. The other went with Johnny, and I found that out later, too.
"You guys have got to be crazy,' Terry said, finally. 'I will admit that she is a gorgeous little item but she can get us all arrested and put away forever. This is forcible rape, and lots of other things. You have got us into a real mess. '
"Cathy, the brunette, was still looking at my crotch and she touched my breasts and I could tell that she was strongly lez. Maybe she would go both ways, but her best times would be with another girl. I sensed that, somehow.
"The guys came in from the kitchen, and the bedroom got to be awful crowded. One of the guys put his hand on my clit and he rubbed it a little.
"We just wanted to have some fun,' Ernie said, 'We been seeing her on the beach all the time and she was practically asking for a gang bang, so we decided we would obliged her. '
"Cathy smiled at him. 'We might as well have some fun and worry about it later. Why don't one of you big jocks fill up that cute little hole for one of us?'
"Those two girls peeled out of the clothes they were wearing and they got onto the bed with me. They had real pretty bodies, and when Cathy sat on my face she gave me the choice of eating her or smothering. I began to eat her, and she squirmed around, and while I was doing what she wanted me to do one of the guys was sliding his dick into me and I was thrashing around like an animal, and they all thought it was real cute the way I could turn on.
"I guess that I spent an hour with Cathy's crotch in my face and then the guys lined up on me, and they didn't need the syringe or the basin anymore. Cathy finally got off my face, and Terry took a crack on it. She bent over and I found out that someone had screwed her and I had to cope with that, too, but it all went all right. Cathy and Terry wound up on the floor, and one of the guys screwed each of them. Then they started a sixty-nine that was pure bliss for them.
"After a long while, Ronnie suggested that they untie me. I wasn't going to go anywhere and they could use me as they saw fit and I would do as I was told to do or else. Ronnie came over so that he could look down into my face.
"You promise to be a good girl if we untie you?' he asked. I nodded my head. My mouth was dry, my throat was dry, and I was sure that I could not have spoken if my life depended on it, but nobody cared. Cathy and Terry were free and standing up for the first time being and they untied me and helped me to get up onto my feet. They took me into the bathroom and they waited while I took a shower and got some circulation back into my arms and legs.
"Honey,' Terry said, 'we are going to have lots of fun with you today. We may have to hurt you a little, but that's only if you try to make trouble. These guys will kill you and think nothing of it, if they have to do it. But let's not give them any reason for that kind of trouble, okay?'
"We can take some pictures before we turn her loose,' Cathy said, smiling. 'I don't think she is going to want to tell anybody about any of this. '"Rape is a violent crime in which an adult male or males make sexual contact with a female or females, using force or threat to facilitate the contact with the unwilling female. It is essentially an act of aggressive assault and the fact that it is a sexual assault is really secondary to it's nature as a criminally aggressive act. However, the very fact that it is sexual has tended so greatly to obfuscate the circumstances surrounding the act of rape that it becomes difficult to sort out and categorize the essential factors that define it and it's significance as a manifestation of hostility.
One factor which must be present in order for a sexual contact to be truly recognized as rape is the use of force or threat of force. This can be in the form of physical brutality, such as slapping or hitting the victim and overcoming defensive struggles through superior strength, or it can be an implied threat such as the use of a gun or other weapon, which may or may not actually be used, but which is sufficiently threatening to subdue the victim by it's presence.
In this, rape bears a significant relationship with other violent crimes characterized by similar uses of force or threat of force, and these violent crimes in general are definitely increasing in our cities and suburbs. David Loth in Crimes in the Suburbs states the situation succinctly:The apparent increase in suburban armed robberies, vicious assaults, muggings, rape and even murder keeps pace with the city and rural trends, and seems to stem from the same causes. These should be mentioned in the plural, for no single one explains why material progress and lengthened schooling do not produce more peaceful citizens.
Since it must be included in a category of crime that includes other kinds of assault that can lead to murder, rape must be considered with gravity as a serious threat to the well being of the population as a whole. Some authorities believe that rape and other violent crimes are increasing because of an increasing incidence of portrayal of violent crimes by the mass communications media. The emphasis on violence in movies, popular fiction, and particularly in television programming, has been cited as a cause of imitative action on the part of the public.
However, the mass media are in fact a reflection of trends already existing within the population and cannot seriously be considered as a true causative factor. If a criminal imitates the style of a crime he has seen on television, he has perhaps technically been influenced by the media. But had that particular style not been suggested to him, he would have found another style or mode through which to commit his crime. Criminal acts stem from deeply rooted personal and emotional motivations which can be influenced only peripherally by outside stimuli.
In order to understand why rape occurs, and in particular why groups of men sometimes gang together to victimize women, one must examine the situations themselves and the personalities involved. In attempting to do this, there are a great many difficulties that confuse the issue and that have made rape one of the most hard to define legal issues of our time.
G. D. Shultz, in How Many more Victims: Society and the Sex Criminal, describes some of the difficulties encountered in trying to define and understand the act of rape:Statistics on sex crimes are misleading. Lack of understanding of the problem renders those regarding forcible rape, for instance, practically meaningless. In many instances no differentiation is made between forcible rape, where a man overpowers a completely willing subject, and statutory rape, which is intercourse with a girl past the age of puberty and under the age of consent. . . A girl in the "jail-bait" age range may have lied about her age, may be a professional prostitute, but it is still called rape if the man yields to her seductions.
But what throws off statistics even more, for all types of sex crimes, are the rather prevalent customs of not convicting men and boys charged with sex offenses and of permitting men charged with serious sex offenses to plead guilty to a lesser, non-sex offense, so that many of the convictions obtained are on charges not ostensibly connected with sex. Thus it is almost impossible to determine how many men who are arrested for forcible rape are, in fact, convicted and sentenced for that crime. It is almost impossible to determine the circumstances of the alleged "crime" which may, in many instances, have become a crime only after the fact in the guilty conscience of the semi-willing female.
It is apparent, then, that many men are victimized by current rape laws, unjustly accused of forcible rape when that is not what has taken place. An additional group of victimized men deserves mention, and this group is described by Kinsey, Pomeroy and Martin in Sexual Behavior in the Human Male:A problem which deserves noting is that of the old men who are apprehended and sentenced to penal institutions as sex offenders. These are men usually charged with contributing to delinquency by fondling minor girls or boys; often they are charged with attempted rape. Among the older sex offenders who have given histories for the present study, a considerable number insist that they are impotent, and many of them give a history of long-standing impotence. Thus the futile and misguided attempts of many men to find affection are labeled rape, and these men are also victimized by the inability of the law to clearly understand and define forcible rape and sexual aggression.
There are additional vague areas in which the sexual contact has in fact taken place, but the circumstances are cloudy and it is difficult to determine whether or not the act was accompanied by actual force or threat of force. One problem, of course, is that in some instances women have, in fact cooperated and then subsequently been unable to accept the responsibility of having done so. These women then accuse their partners of rape in an effort to preserve their own ideas of personal virtue.
These causes are particularly destructive, both to the confused and mystified accused men, and to the cause of the many women who are actually victimized. Because this behavior on the part of some women is widely recognized and acknowledged, many policemen fail to take seriously any complaint from a woman regarding forcible rape. In addition, many judges caution juries to hear the woman's testimony with reserve, realizing how difficult the charge is to prove. This in turn leads to the victimization and exploitation of women on a level which is at least equal to the victimization of men by false accusation.
Another factor which confuses the issues is the fact that violent physical resistance can in many cases actually prevent rape, and in it's absence the woman's acquiescence is taken for cooperation. However this fails to take into account the fact that a woman, if threatened with a weapon or even with verbal violence, may acquiesce in an attempt to prevent physical injury, preferring unwanted intercourse to physical aggression. In cases such as these, the woman's apparent cooperation mitigates against her charge of forcible rape.
All these factors make it extremely difficult to distinguish between unequivocated, aggressive sexual assault and a myriad of other sexual situations in which the question of force is hard to determine and even harder to prove. For this reason, many women who are truly the victims of rapists do not report the incidents, because they are aware beforehand of the possible ensuing difficulties and prefer to try to forget the incident as well as they can.
In spite of the fact that many situations cannot be technically defined as criminal, forcible rape, there are many instances where this does in fact, occur that it is important to try to understand the qualities of the true rapist and of the true victim, as distinct from those many confused men and confused women who confuse definitions by their behavior.
Paul Gebhard, et al, in Sexual Offenders, provide a fairly complete definition of the true rapist:Lastly of course, some aggressors vs. adults admitted without equivocation that they forced sexual relationship and were under no delusions about their victim's response. We have the impression that many of these men had a curiously impersonal, almost mechanistic, attitude toward their activity: they needed a woman so they got one, willing or not. Her age and physical attributes seem to have been of secondary importance; she was female, and that was sufficient. Often in their eyes the compulsive need was great enough to justify their behavior. . . There are intimations that such men consider women's main role in life is to provide sexual pleasure for men, and think a refusal to do so is a feminine perversity that deserves to be overridden if a man is in real need. Sadistic aggressors vs. adults to whom violence and pain are consciously desirable ingredients of a sexual relationship and who require contrived sadistic preliminaries, are rare: we found only a few of these. However, unnecessary (and probably unconsciously motivated) brutality was common. Here in this portrait of the rapist, we find some extremely important factors which must be kept in mind in evaluating individual instances of possible rape. The rapist has no comprehension of the woman as a person in her own right. His behavior is specifically enacted in order to satisfy a need of his own which for him, has precedence over the possible needs of any other person. He is not necessarily overtly sadistic, but his act is often accompanied by unnecessary physical brutality.
All three of these factors provide some insight into the kind of person who commits forcible rape. He is a person for whom the rights and needs of others, in particular female others, have little reality and for whom his own needs always take precedence. One could expect that for such a person this attitude would extend into many other activities. He is also a person for whom physical brutality is a fairly natural expression of what can only be considered as an overwhelming inner hostility that finds it's expression both in physical brutality and also in the refusal to consider the rights of others if they interfere with the rapist's own desires
To a certain extent, inner hostility must be considered the key factor in the formation of a personality for whom forcible rape is a possibility. This is particularly important in evaluating the circumstances in a gang rape or group rape. When this occurs, there is almost always one member of the group who takes the lead, instigates the proceedings and incites his companions to follow his example. In cases such as these, one might be tempted to hold the accomplices less responsible than the leader, because in most cases, without that blatantly hostile leader, the secondary rapists would not behave in such a manner.
However, in order for those secondary rapists to respond to the behavior of the leader they must, to some extent, possess within themselves those same qualities of hostility and contempt for others. Possibly the hostility and contempt in the accomplices is not strong enough to lead them to forcible rape on their own, but it must be present in order for them to respond and participate in the victimization of women. For this reason, no member of a group of rapists can really be held to be less responsible than any other.
Often in fact, if only one member of the group made some effort to countermand the behavior of the leader, the group would fall apart. The fact is that in most group rape situations, no one makes that effort. Each one of the participants is reinforced in his own hostility by the combined hostility of the others. And the group behavior emphasizes and maximizes those qualities of hostility, hate and contempt which make the sexual aggression possible in the first place.
Another factor which characterizes group rape situations is that they are most often spontaneous, rather than planned beforehand and are frequently the result of an increase in the part of one group member which is expanded and amplified by the other members until the group behavior becomes uncontrollable.
This is the pattern in the most typical cases of group rape. There are other instances in which the crime is planned carefully, but in most cases there are usually some motives to be found which are in addition to the basic hostility and sexual need which motivates most simple cases of forcible rape.
In these cases where there are additional motives, the particular circumstances must be carefully examined in order to Discover The True Significance Of The Act.