Case History 9

Subject: Wanda M. Age: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

This slender young girl looks much younger than her age. The local authorities recommended that she see me. She brought herself when she first came to see me. Her family is very loosely knit and her parents never really ask where she is. She has taken care of herself in body and spirit for several years already.

Wanda knew that she could not handle this problem by herself. She was beginning to have nightmares and her school work was suffering. She was afraid to go out even in the afternoon if she was unaccompanied. She is intelligent in a sense that most prematurely mature people are. She has been forced to take care of herself, and that sense of self-preservation forced her to seek help.

There was no need to prompt Wanda to talk. She came specifically for that purpose and lost no time in getting to the actual crime. This tape reveals her story.

As I explained, doctor, I realized that I had to do something to help myself. My parents aren't really bad people, but they can't handle much of their own lives, and it would be foolish to ask them for help with mine. Oh, my mother is home during the day, that's true enough, but most of the time, she is drunk. I don't think that many strangers would be able to tell it, but having lived with her all my life, I can see the small signs.

My father has a good job, but he prefers to be there more than at home. He never asks where I am or anything about me. I must admit that I don't believe he loves me. But, then, I can't blame him for that. I understand that he didn't want me in the first place, and that I was the reason that he quit school to marry my mother. I imagine that he will never forgive me or my mother. Sometimes I think I can understand why she drinks.

As far as my personality or whatever you want to know about, I have handled myself for several years now. By that, I mean, taken care of myself. Oh, not financially. My father has always made sure that there was money in the house. But as far as cooking and washing clothes, well, my mother just stopped doing it, and when she started again, she just wouldn't take care of my things.

I usually lie about my parents when the teachers want to know something. I sign my own report cards and notes and permission slips. Well, who would if I didn't? They don't even know that I'm in the house many times, and so, I started to stay out later sometimes. It's nicer to come home when they're asleep and I don't even have to say hello.

Well, one afternoon, I was finished with school, and I thought that I would spend the rest of the day in the library, and then walk home by way of this lovely row of homes. I love to walk by there, and I do, often. There are children playing in the yards, sometimes and it makes me kind of happy to see kids that have good homes and parents that love them. It makes me a little sad, though, too.

It was getting close to six o'clock, and I figured that I would head home and make myself some dinner. I was hungry and just wanted to get to bed after that. I was feeling kind of lonely. I mean, really lonely. Some days, it's like that. So, I left the library. There was still some light left in the sky, and I walked by those very nice houses. I was almost through the block, when I stopped to look at a beautiful garden. It really is beautiful, even now.

I don't know how long I was standing there, but the sun was almost gone from the sky and just then I noticed a man close to the fence.

"Hello, there. Do you like the garden? Why don't you come on in and see it better?"

He looked nice enough, and I suddenly wanted to have a friend, to talk to someone. I went in the gate and we talked for a while about the flowers. He was nice to me, and I liked his face. He showed me some lovely things towards the front of the house, and then told me that he had a special part of the garden in the back of the house. I still didn't want to leave, so I went with him. Well, there was a special part of the garden. It was a small house and the flowers and the shrubs inside were gorgeous. He let me look at them one by one, and I felt as though it was a fairyland.

Then, all at once, it happened. He just grabbed me, and started to pull my clothes off. He pulled at my panties. I was wearing a skirt and a blouse. I was kind of shocked, and started to fight him off, but he was so strong. I guess I should have screamed, but I was afraid to. It was only a minute before he had his hands in my private parts. I was scared and stiff, but he bent me over and took his cock out. It was fat and long, and not very hard, though.

"Now, don't worry. I won't hurt you. I promise that. Just let me do what I want to."

I suppose that I could have run or hit him, but I just didn't think of that. Anyway, he started rubbing the tip of his cock against me and pushing it up against my anus. He wasn't too interested in the front of my body. But, then, I do look like a little girl.

He pushed the head right up to the tight hole and started pushing against it. That started to hurt, but he didn't do any more. Then he stuck his fingers way into my ass and rubbed them around, He was stretching me a lot and that hurt, but he didn't try to force his cock in me. When he had his fingers in me, he brought his cock up against my ass again, and rubbed it there.

I heard him breathing hard and faster and them, all of a sudden, he stuck his fingers in and out of my ass, frantically. That really hurt me. But then, all of a sudden, he pulled them out and shoved his cock up against the hole. He was rubbing himself hard against me and then the gush of something hot hit my ass. I was all wet, and he tried to get some of it right up into my asshole. He pumped himself against me, then, and only stopped when there was no more hot wet stuff coming all over me.

I was awfully wet. My legs were full of it, and my panties and even my socks. I felt so strange. You know, like someone in shock. I don't really remember the rest, except that when I got home, I had a very pretty flower in my hand. I guess he had given it to me to keep me quiet.

I couldn't tell my folks, and I just washed myself off and went to bed without supper. I figured that it would be okay, but then about two nights later, I started having these horrible nightmares and I really haven't slept in two weeks. I get afraid to walk down that street in broad daylight, even. That's strange. I won't in daylight. I have to take care of myself, doctor. No one else will. Please help me.