Case History 7
Subject: Ella Age: Sixteen
Bobbi is a bright and happy young girl. She is one of the more immature girls that I have worked with and her attitudes and sometimes her conversation belies her sixteen years. At this point in her life, she is very taken with the theater and manages to be around the different stage companies as much as possible. Her parents are not in favor of this for her and this has caused many battles between them.
It was Bobbi's parents that brought her to my office after they discovered the nasty experience she had undergone. In her distress, she had confessed the incident to them. They were very upset about it.
Bobbi is a pretty girl. Her long dark hair and brown, eyes are attractive and she does take every precaution to bring out every good point. Even though she is immature in her personality development, her care for her appearance and her body, too, are a bit beyond her years.
Bobbi was happy to tell me of her problem and her experiences. None of the tapes have been edited and they represent her actual experiences.
Ever since I saw that great film about the South, I've wanted to be an actress. But, in all the books that I've read, they say that the best experiences are in the theater first. Anyway, since I live here, getting into films would be difficult. When I'm old enough, I'll be able to go there on my own.
To tell you the truth, I don't know what my parents have told you about me, but I'm positive that they told you how terrible they think the theater is. They think it's bad and everyone in the field is bad. No matter who I throw before them, they insist that it's just no good. They just won't listen. I don't really know why I ever told them about what happened that night. I should have known that they wouldn't understand.
Anyway, I got involved with this local group, and they do all kinds of weird stuff. Not the stupid musicals, and all that. I mean, anyone can sing and dance. But acting is something else. Doing a monologue and playing a spirit is real acting. That's where it's at! Well, right from the beginning, my parents didn't like the group, but since it was very close by, they couldn't find any objection to my being involved with it.
I started with them about six months ago, and I spend all my free time there. I go there after school and hang around, just listening to the director and the others. There's nothing for me at school. Just some dumb girls in the glee club and those frigging musicals I can learn just from being there. Roger says that I can get experience from just letting the atmosphere come through the pores of my skin and into my mind! He's so smart. Roger is the director.
A couple of times, after the shows, there would be cast parties. Well, there was going to go to it after the first show that I was in. I mean, I wasn't on the stage, but I helped with the costumes, and the props, and that's a real part of the theater. I didn't tell my parents about the party. I knew that they wouldn't want me to go. So I didn't tell them.
The play was an absolute success. There is a select group of people who appreciate our kind of theater, and they were there. But, then, just before the curtain came down, we got the word that there was a talent scout in the audience. Well, everyone just went wild!
A lot of the cast was cursing, saying that if they had known that before the show, they could have -done better. Others said that they were glad they didn't know about it because they would have been too nervous to go on. Once I heard this, you can imagine how much I wanted to go to the cast party. Even though I wasn't on the stage, I was part of the cast.
By the time the play had ended, word came back that the talent scout had been invited to the party and wanted to meet some people there. No one could wait for the party. Some of the people kept their makeup on, just to look better when they met the scout.
Fortunately, the party was being held right there in the theater, only in the basement of the small building. No one but the cast, the crew and invited guests could get in. It was really a very select group of people. The basement of this building is funny, though. It has a couple of rooms that are cut off from the main space by a wall. It's a sturdy old building and it's almost soundproof. I figured that we could have the party and no one would hear the records and stuff that they would be playing.
When I got downstairs to the party area, only a few people were there. Roger is very picky about his players and the props. I help wherever I can, though, since I want to be on Roger's good side. You see, I don't have any experience and I have to rely on some break to get me on the stage. Some of the pros from the group told me this about a week after I joined them.
One of the chicks was there and she was wearing a wild outfit that I could almost see through. I didn't realize that the party was going to be that dressy. But, then, I guess I would have had to sneak some clothes out of the house. My parents aren't that bright, but they would catch on that I don't wear dressy clothes backstage. I felt so plain in my minidress. I was wearing boots to match the dress and until that time, I felt dressed up.
There wasn't anything set up, though, and I started to wonder where the records and the food would be. I was getting hungry, and I could have gone for some food just then. As I waited there, though, more and more of the cast showed up and they weren't all that dressed up. I started to feel more comfortable, and it was only when some strangers came through the upstairs door that I got nervous.
They had to be the talent scouts.
I was kind of surprised that they were so young. I figured that they had to be old, for sure. But, there were these guys, about twenty-five, I guess, with the long hair and all. But, they had nice clothes on. Expensive clothes. They went over to Roger who was by the door to the other rooms. They talked for a minute or two and then went back there together. By now, the conversation was getting kind of loud, though, and no one really noticed when they came back in. They had these skinny cigarettes in their mouths and I could smell the stuff from where I was sitting.
When some of the others went into the other rooms, I could see the smoke coming out through the door. They were smoking pot. Then I heard laughing and everything. I never smoked it before, but I couldn't let anyone know that. Terry, one of the cast, asked me if I wanted to smoke some.
"Sure. Why not?"
"It's real good stuff. Might be stronger than you're used to, Bobbi. Want to take a chance?"
Well, how could I say no? Anyway, the talent scout and his group of people were going back into the other rooms and I wanted to get a chance to talk to him. I had to figure out a way that he would see me and notice that I was better and had talent.
When we got there, though, I was kind of scared by what I saw. There was one couple on the floor and they were doing it. I mean, just them doing it wasn't bad, but they were at it in front of everybody. A group had formed around them and one of the guys was about to take his pecker out and jack himself off.
"Some party, doll! Have a joint and get going!"
It was Roger and he winked at me. I could only think that I had to get that man with him to notice me. I went with Terry, and he gave me a joint. I don't smoke very much with regular cigarettes, and I had some trouble getting the first smoke down. I started to cough and couldn't stop. I was very embarrassed. Just when I coughed, the party got silent and just everybody was staring at me.
Well, I kept coughing and then, even the talent scout was looking at me. He said something to Roger and Roger came over to me.
"There's someone over there, very interested to talk to you."
I was having trouble getting my breath, and just nodded. Roger whispered to me.
"He's the talent scout. If he likes you, it makes all the difference. Don't do anything to turn him off!"
I wasn't quite sure what Roger meant, but I figured that I better do what he wanted me to. I walked over with Roger and he introduced me.
"Bobbi, this is Chet Golden. He's with a film company."
"Hello. You seem to be having a bit of trouble with that good grass that I brought to the party. You're new at it, aren't you?"
I wanted to lie. I wanted to say that I smoke it everyday. He had brought it! I had to please him. But, somehow, I just couldn't get the words out. I guess my silence condemned me.
"Well, that's nothing to be upset about. We'll have to take special care to see that you learn the right way. Knowing how to smoke can make a difference."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but I just nodded again. I wanted to hit myself for being so tensed. So, then, he took me to one corner of the room, away from the couple that was fucking, and we sat down. My dress seemed shorter than ever as it rode up on my thighs. Being this close to the man, I could see that he was older than twenty-five. He was probably about forty.
"Now, Bobbi, hold the cigarette to your lips, drag on it, and hold the smoke down in your lungs."
I tried it and as soon as the smoke hit my lungs, I started to choke. I just couldn't do it. I wanted to cry. I was sure that he wouldn't like me for that. But, instead of laughing or anything like that, Chet smiled and rubbed my shoulders.
"Hey, kitten, take it easy. Don't rush things. If it's too much for you now, let's rest a bit. Just being here will get you used to this."
I was glad not to have to puff on that cigarette anymore just then. I was beginning to think that I would get sick. I was still wishing for some food, but there wasn't anything around. There was only whiskey. I didn't want that, either, but if someone, especially, Chet, offered me some, I knew that I would have to take it.
Before long, someone came over with some glasses and Chet took two. He handed one to me.
"Now, this is excellent whiskey. Sip it slowly, very slowly."
I was glad that I could do it slowly. Even the first trickle burned my throat, but I managed to get it down without coughing or anything. Chet started talking about the company he represented. He said that they were always looking for a new face, new talent.
"How long have you been with this group?"
"This is my first show."
"Wow! A real newcomer! That's great. I hope you decide to stay."
I was so surprised to hear that, that I just stared at Chet. The little whiskey that I was getting down, with the pot-saturated air in the room was making my head swim.
"Have you ever done a reading?"
"Sure."
It was true. I had to do one to get into the group. It wasn't very long, though, and I was scared that Chet might ask me to do it then.
"There's a new picture being set up. I think there's a good part in it for you. Well, of course, that depends on whether you can act and take direction."
I couldn't believe my ears.
"Of course I can take direction and act."
"You know, I think that we'll just try that out. I want you to do a scene for me. The girl is a slave on a plantation, she lives there."
"Right now, here?"
"Sure. Don't you know that an actress has to do her thing in front of an audience. She has to be ready at anytime. I guess that you haven't had much experience in improvisation."
I could have kicked myself. I had never taken a lesson in my life! And now he knew it!
"Oh, of course. I guess that I just forgot about that."
"Well, if you don't want to do it, forget. There are plenty of girls who could act the part."
"Oh, no, Chet! Please let me audition! Please!"
"Well, you have to do it here and now. I can't do this at your convenience."
I listened as Chet explained the scene. I was to be captured and on a farm. I wouldn't be able to get away, and the only hope I had, was of pleasing the man who captured me.
"There should be a rape scene. This is probably the most difficult scene in the picture, but I have to have someone who can do it. It should tell me whether or not you can act and take direction."
I sat there trying to listen to all the directives he was giving me. There would be some men holding me down for my captor and he would rape me. He said that we would need some extras and someone to play the bad captain. He called Roger over and explained that he wanted to test me in a part and did he think it better to go to one of the other rooms?
"Oh, for the big scene in the film? Yes, maybe you better use the smaller room. Better acoustics."
Then he winked at Roger and they went off together to get the rest of the cast we would need. They told me to go into the smaller room at the end of the hall and wait for them. I felt a little fuzzy yet, but I managed to get there. All I could think of was getting that part. I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything to make him angry again, and that I would do everything he said.
Roger and Chet came into the room with two other men. Chet sat down and started directing the scene.
"Now, you two over there. Bobbi, you're on your knees, and they have both your arms. There is no escape. They are stronger than you. You're scared. You're terrified. You want to get out, but the only escape is to win this man's better nature. He wants to rape you. You don't know that yet, though. You don't know that he wants to shove his cock way up into you, and he plans to do it in a different way."
The two other guys held my hands, and I got on my knees.
"Now, kids, let's have some reality in this scene. I want to see real fear and real lust. Remember, Bobbi, this is real for you. Don't get worried if these men seem to be too much into the part. I think it's the only way. I want real acting. Now, warning, Action!"
The man playing one of the guards twisted my arm so that I was way down on the floor and my bottom was sticking up in the air.
"She's a pretty wench! I bet the captain will take her! What do you say, mate?"
"No doubt about it. That's the one thing I like about this duty. We get to watch the fun. And, then, maybe, he'll let us have some fun with her!"
They laughed in sailor fashion and wrenched me further onto the floor. I was gasping and the noises I was making were real. I wanted to play the part.
"Oh, please let me go. Before the master comes! I'll do anything that you ask of me!" "Anything?"
"Anything!"
I was very much into it now, and I felt good about the part. I knew that it was right for me. I went right with them. One of the men stepped in front of me and started to open his pants.
"Why don't you get a little sucking in before the captain comes along. Then I won't hold you so tightly. Maybe you'll be able to escape."
I was scared. He brought out his cock, and there it was staring me in the face. He pushed it right up against my lips and I didn't know what to do. then I heard Chet coaching from the side.
"No, no, let me show you how to do it. Here, watch me."
Chet took the man's place in front of me and whipped out his cock. It was hard and stuck right against my lips. He pushed it into my mouth and opened my jaws with his fingers.
"Now, you wench! Suck! Suck to save your life!"
I couldn't do anything else with that big thing stuck in my throat. I flet as though I was going to choke. In trying to get some air, I licked and sucked around the giant cock in my mouth. Chet started to shove it further into my mouth and then, he pulled it out.
"That's the kind of acting I want! Now, let's get to the part about the captain coming in. Roger, you....oh, never mind, I'll do this myself. I'm the captain."
The men held me down again, and my ass was sticking up in the air. I was kind of dazed from what had just happened, but he had stopped and he said that the acting was going to be real. And I did want to get that part.
"Is this the little bitch that we've captured? Hah, no more than a mere child! What good is she?"
"Captain, she's good for your pleasure, sir.
You know how you like the young ones. Shall we hold her down?"
It was then that one of the men holding me started to pull my dress up and pull my pantyhose down. Before I knew it, he had my panties down, too. I started to protest, but they wouldn't let me up. Then I felt a cock against my buttocks. It was then that I got scared.
"Hey, this is only a scene. What are you going to do?"
But no one would answer me. They kept talking with those funny accents and then Roger came over and helped them get my panties all the way down. They pulled my legs apart at the knees and ripped the stockings. Then, I felt a finger go into my anus.
"Ow! Hey, stop this! It's no joke. I don't want this! Take the part! I want to go home!"
But it was no use. They wouldn't stop and soon, I could feel two pairs of hands on my ass. One was spreading it apart and then the finger would go deep into it. It hurt when they did that. Then, before I knew it, someone had his finger in my pussy. He rubbed it in and out real fast and I started to get juicy there. It felt nice when they rubbed me like that. I liked it. I started to hope that they would masturbate me and let me go.
"I will not kneel to my captive! Stand her up and bend her over!"
I was grabbed up and made to bend all the way over, my legs still far apart. Then the fingers got bolder and someone started to frigg my asshole, and hard, too. I recognized Roger's voice.
"She is ready to take your sword, captain." Then a cock went right up behind me and stabbed into my pussy. I felt the stab of pain. "Oh, my cherry!"
The big cock spread my virgin pussy wide open and he pumped in and out of the hole he had just taken. The juice was pouring over him and over me, too. But, very soon, he stopped that. He pulled his cock out of my pussy, and still dripping, he began to poke it at my asshole. He wouldn't stop, no matter what I said.
Then, just as I started to cry, I felt someone open my ass cheeks as wide as they would go. The cock poking at me, rammed against the tight hole and I screamed as the cock penetrated my second virginity. I had just lost two cherries. I couldn't believe the pain that was shooting through my ass, but there was no way to get them to stop. The huge cock pushed into my asshole and Chet didn't stop until he banged his balls up against me. I couldn't stay still. It hurt that much!
After that, Chet just fucked me with his hard cock. He pushed it as far in as it would go and then pulled it out almost all the way. He kept pumping at my hole, and there was nothing that I could do. My poor ass!
"Sir, I think that I know how to put some life in this lass!"
Then, I felt a sharp slap on my rear. I jumped and tightened my anus as I did. I felt the shock of pain of my stretched hole tightened over the huge cock poked into it. I heard Chet moan.
"Oh, that's just great. Hit her again!"
Someone hit me again, and I started to squirm all around. Chet couldn't take that and he started shoving that pecker into me with such power that he popped in a minute.
The come shot into my stretched ass with great force and I felt burned by the hot stuff. As he pumped back into me, some of it came out of my ass and dripped down my legs. Each time he fired into me, I got wetter and wetter.
"What a sweet little asshole! Roger, you have to try it!"
I started to cry as I heard those words, and one of the men started to rub my pussy with his fingers. That made me feel good, and I didn't fight it as I felt another stiff prick push at my ass. I was very slippery from the come all over me and the cock wasn't as big as the one before it. This fuck wasn't that bad at all.
"Chet, you're so right! Her asshole is just divine!"
The man on the side of me kept rubbing my pussy, and then he shoved two fingers up into the wet vagina. The second man took over rubbing my clitoris and I was feeling just great. I was twisting around and humping my pussy on the fingers. I liked the feeling they were giving me.
"Oh, rub me, frig me! It feels good. You can take my ass if you make me come!"
"She's a real wildcat! We have to have her more often!"
Roger sawed into me and in another minute he started to pump faster and faster. He was breathing hard and fast and then I started to feel my own come beginning. I jerked my body all around and then poured the juice on their hands as I came. I felt my pussy tighten up and then my ass did, too.
Roger yelled and yelled.
"I can't hold out any longer. She's squeezing the spunk out of me!"
Then he exploded into my asshole. I was wet from before, but he drenched me. His come was all over me, and I was so wet that as he went to pull out for a last thrust, he pulled his cock all the way out. He finished shooting over my ass. The stuff was dripping all over me.
Then, one of the guys holding me got down and licked the come off me and Roger. He licked way into my pussy and it felt wonderful. My head was still fuzzy from the smoke in the room and I don't think I really believed what had just happened. My dress was wet with the stuff, too, but there wasn't anything that I could do about it. My stockings were ruined and my boots were wet with the juice, too.
After a while, one of the guys that had held me, lay me down on the floor and pushed his cock into me from the front. He was deep into my pussy when Chet saw him doing it. He had been smoking on the other side of the room and taking a rest. He came over and directed another scene. This time, two of the guys held my legs up and the guy with his cock in my pussy pulled it out and shoved it back into my ass. I was almost off the floor when he came in that hole. But, I didn't mind it because someone else was fingering my pussy while he came.
I got home kind of late that night and my parents were on my back. I couldn't clean up the way I wanted to. I didn't want to tell them anything, but then all of a sudden, the room got dark and my mother was yelling at me. I started to tell them that I was raped. Then I told them that I had enjoyed it. I don't know what I really said. Maybe it was the pot or something.
I had all I could do to stop them from calling the police. I begged them to believe me that I asked them to do it to me. I was wild and hysterical. I knew that they would never speak to me if my parents called the police. And I would never get any part if Chet was accused of raping me! I wanted to die, right there. I just wanted to die.
I told my parents that if they called the police, I would kill myself, and when I ran to the kitchen to get a knife, they stopped shouting and just said that they would talk about it tomorrow. That's why I'm here, I guess. I have to stop them from trying to ruin my life.