Case History 3
SUBJECT: Merrily F. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Merrily's case is surely one of the most unusual cases I have ever come across in all my years of practice, mainly because of the actual circumstances leading up to the rape and the results that followed.
Merrily is a tall, thin girl with shoulder-length black hair. Her breasts are not large, but in proportion to her frame, she looks quite lovely.
I went to see her in the hospital where she was recovering from the rape, which happened to have been her second. I'd tell you more about that, but I think I should rely on my patients to do the talking for themselves.
I feel a little sleepy now, doctor. They gave me something because they're afraid I'll break out in hysterics as I start to tell you just what happened to me. I don't think that I will, however, because the first rape is one that I've gotten over now and it's going to take me a long time to tell you about it. I don't even know if I'll get to the second one, although I might.
Anyway, it's the second one I haven't gotten over yet, mainly because it happened to me and the police didn't come to save me until it was over.
I can see you shaking your head, and you're probably thinking that the police never arrive at the scene of a crime until it's over. Well, that might be true, but it's not supposed to happen when you're acting as a police decoy.
That's right. You see, after the first rape, which was just an ordinary one, I agreed to be a decoy for them. But I'll get to that later.
The first one happened in a park near my house, and the reason I was walking through it late at night was because I'd always remembered it being so safe. I used to go up there with a lot of kids from high school at night, and they would be there until all hours. I was at my friend Ginny's house and it was about eleven-thirty when I got ready to go home.
"Want me and my father to walk you there?" Ginny asked.
I started to laugh. I'm not such a fierce heroine or anything like that, and I didn't take it as an insult to be asked, but the neighborhood was still pretty good.
"What for?" I asked. "All I have to do is cut through the park and that's all there is to it."
"That's why," Ginny said. "I think you shouldn't cut through the park. I wouldn't walk through that park alone, this late."
"Ginny," I said, getting indignant because I already had my coat on and I was standing near the door, "I'm going to run through it fast. It takes one minute, the whole trip. Nothing could possibly happen, believe me. And stop looking at me like that. What are you trying to do, scare me before I go?"
She smiled. I knew she wasn't trying anything of the sort. She just wanted to make sure that I got home safely.
So I left her house and entered Pond Park. I always thought that it was a stupid name for a park, but they had named it that because there was a pond right in the center of it. The pond used to be the big attraction that drew everyone there, but during the last two years it had dried up.
I thought I heard some kids laughing as I walked through the park, and that just made me think that there were some cars parked in the parking lot a few feet away. I can honestly say that I felt better knowing there were some kids there, just in case anything should happen. I knew that I could yell and they would find me in a second.
I wasn't prepared for what happened. As I was walking by this tree, I suddenly felt someone jumping down on top of me. My first instinct was to scream, but he had knocked all the air out of me. By the time I took a few gasps and tried to catch my breath so I could scream, this figure on top of me had stuffed a large cloth into my mouth so I couldn't.
"Hey, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," the man said.
I was so scared. I can't remember ever being more scared of anything else in my life. I started to think back to a conversation Ginny and I had once had about rape.
"If it was ever going to happen to me," I said, "I'd just spread my legs and let him do it. I'd do that rather than run the risk of his killing me."
"You're crazy," Ginny had said. "I'd fight him off, believe me. I don't want anyone raping me so long as I can fight."
"It can't be that bad," I said. "It's just a fuck."
Let me tell you doctor, it's easy to talk about these things, but when someone is actually getting ready to do it, that's quite another thing.
As soon as he said he was going to fuck me, I started to panic. I forgot all about my leg-spreading theory because it was actually happening. When I first tried to kick my rapist away, he slapped me across the face hard.
That was it, really. That knocked the breath out of me for good and after that he could do anything he wanted to do.
He ripped my blouse open in the front and pushed my two tits together so that his tongue could lick them both at the same time. J could feel my nipples getting stiff as he flicked them back and forth, and then he suddenly bit down on one of them hard. I gasped in pain.
Do you know what that did? It made his cock start to pulsate. I mean, I had felt his cock bulge rubbing against my leg as he had slid down my body a little so he could get his mouth to my tits. He started to bite one nipple and then the other, and it just made his cock pulse harder and harder.
That scared me. That made me think this man was going to hurt me. I could actually feel the way he was deriving pleasure out of my pain and it scared the hell out of me. I could hardly breathe, too, since the gag was in my mouth.
I can't even remember what the man looked like, for he was wearing a mask. He had light hair and it was curly, but I don't know if it was blonde or what? It was too dark for me to tell. I could feel his bristly beard stubbles scratching against my tits as he licked them, so I know he hadn't shaved in a few days.
"I wanna lick your pussy, baby," he said.
I felt him ripping at my skirt and I tried to kick him again. He hit me harder this time, and that was the last time I tried to fight back.
For the rest of the rape, I followed my own advice, non-willingly. If I had followed my advice from the beginning, I would have saved myself the cuts and bruises. Instead, it took a few hard smacks across my face to calm me down and make me resign myself to the fact that it was going to happen.
The bruises really started to show up an hour later, but by that time, it was over.
Anyway, the light-haired man licked his way down my belly, and by the time he was between my legs my ripped panties were lying next to my skirt so my cunt was exposed for him. I guess he loves hairy cunts because I do have a thick patch of pussy hair. He started by rubbing his chin through the patch, then licking it with his tongue until I felt matted wet hair. He was licking the strands.
But then he started to lick his way down to my cunt lips, and when he did I felt my whole body shiver. His tongue was having the desired effect because as he started to lick my clit, I started to get wet.
It wasn't pleasure though, in the regular sense. There was too much fear inside of me for me to feel pleasure. This was just a physical response, I think.
He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt hard, and I could tell that he was looking forward to licking my pussy juices because he was moaning, and huffing and puffing the whole time. But it was easy to feel how eager he was to bring me off. I could tell by the way he was eating me.
When I started to come, my pussy muscles spasming hard and thick gobs of cunt cream building up on my walls, he licked some of it. He didn't lick it all, though, and I was glad about it. After tasting some he started to move his way back up my body, still forcing my legs to remain spread with the weight of his torso.
As his groin moved to my naked cunt, I felt his hard meat. He had pulled his cock out of his pants, and as he moved himself up he started to thrust his cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe how wide he was, and the whole time he was fucking me I could only think of one thing.
I thought that his cock must have been dirty and that I was going to get some kind of terrible disease from all this.
You see, that rape didn't bother me too much. Well, at the time it did, but after it was over and I was checked in the hospital and they found out I didn't have any disease, I thought about it and everything was okay.
He did fuck me rather hard, and each time his cock moved into my cunt I could feel his hot, sweaty balls hitting my ass cheeks. That was another thing. My ass was getting sweaty from the fuck and we were on the dirty ground. The dirt was turning into mud and I hated the feeling of it.
The man pulled the gag from my mouth and then he started to kiss me hard on the lip, pressing his tongue deep into my mouth. His bristles scraped my face and I didn't like that idea. But there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
There was another saving grace to the rape. He didn't come inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsating hard and I knew he was about to come. Then there was the sound of footsteps coming from the bushes and he quickly pulled out. His cock started to spurt his white come on my belly, but he was already standing up and getting ready to start running away.
So there was only a trace of his come on my belly when Ginny and her father ran over to me and found me lying there on the ground.
I heard Ginny start to cry and I heard her father telling her everything was going to be okay and that she should run to a phone and call the police.
Then, her father tried to help me, taking off his coat so I could put something on, and helping me sit up.
"You should have let us walk you home," he said.
"Why? I didn't think that anything like this was going to happen, believe me. I didn't know that there was a rapist running lose around these parts."
When the police came, they took me in for questioning. I have to tell you how humiliating the whole thing was. They treated me like I was a piece of shit, a piece of meat, just like the rapist did. I mean, it was almost as if they had an attitude that I'd just spread my legs for the man to fuck me because I was horny. Of all the fucking nerve those men had.
There was one nice officer, however. His name was, and still is, Carl Smith. He had curly blonde hair and a beautiful face. He could see how angry I was getting because of my reddening face, and he told the other officers to leave me alone.
"Now," he said, sitting down in front of me and looking at me with those deep blue eyes of his, "can you tell me anything about what the man looked like?"
"No, nothing," I said. "After it started to happen, I closed my eyes. Besides, he was wearing a mask. I couldn't tell."
"Did he come inside of you?"
"No," I said, and I could see that Carl Smith was a little hesitant in asking that question. The next one was even harder, and unexpected by me.
"Did he try to give you an enema?" he asked.
"What? What? Are you crazy? What are you talking about? All he tried to do was fuck me, and he succeeded in it. What the hell are you talking about?"
As you can see, that question bothered me a great deal, and he tried to calm me down with a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"Look," he said, "I only asked because it's routine."
"You're telling me that it's routine for you to ask a victim if they had an enema? I really don't see any need for that."
"You would if you knew about the enema rapist running around these parts."
"What?"
"Yes," he said, patting my shoulder still. "There have been a series of rapes around the area. Not necessarily in Pond Park, but still in the vicinity. The rapist always gives his victims and enema after he fucks them."
"You're kidding me," I said.
"No, I'm telling the truth, believe me. I'm just wondering if this man could have been the same man, and that's the only reason I asked you about the enema."
"Well, I'm sorry that I can't help you there."
Officer Smith looked over the report that I had told another officer on the way to the station, and he put his pencil in his mouth and looked rather pensive.
"Aha," he said, "I thought so. Look, it says here that the man ran away, leaving you there, because you heard footsteps."
"Yes," I said. "I already told someone about that."
"Don't you see, then? That man could have very easily been the enema rapist but he didn't even have time to give you one. Do you think he could have been carrying an enema bag on him?"
"I don't know. Look, all this questioning is getting ridiculous as far as I'm concerned. I want to go home and I want to go to sleep."
"All right," the officer said to me. "We'll have someone take you home. But I hope you'll be available for questioning if we need you."
"Of course," I said. "I'm not going to leave the country or anything like that."
I laughed as I walked out, but Officer Smith didn't seem to think that it was so funny. I didn't care. I was just very glad to get home.
I could tell that my parents were treating me so kindly, which was a switch for them. My mother was walking around with this "I can't believe it happened to my daughter" attitude, and my father just seemed a little more quiet than his usual boisterous self.
I was glad about it because one of my fears before going home had been about what my parents were going to say. They were the kind of people who would tend to get frantic about something like this, which is why I didn't want them at the police station in the first place.
The doctor who analyzed me in the hospital the next day said I was okay, and I did get to stay home from school. As far as I know, Ginny didn't tell any of my friends and I was glad about it. A rape is the kind of thing that tends to spread around a school and I didn't want everyone looking at me.
While I was home that afternoon, I got a call from Officer Smith.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, and I recognized the voice and told him I was fine. Then he came out with it. "I was wondering if you'd be willing to do us a little favor. There's absolutely no danger involved."
"Tell me what you want and I'll give you an answer."
Then he started to explain how he wanted me to act as a decoy in order to try and trap the enema rapist, whom he strongly suspected was the same man who had raped me. He said that I would go out to the park, dressed as usual, but that there would be a few police keeping watch on me from a distance, waiting for the moment I was attacked.
"I don't understand it," I said. "Don't you have officers who do something like that? I mean, you usually don't ask the public, do you?"
"No," he said. "But I have reasons for asking you."
"Let's hear them," I said.
"First of all, I think that the man would try to attack you again since he obviously didn't finish what he had started the first time. If he saw you, the same girl, walking by again, he'd surely want to finish. Second, our force isn't large enough and we just don't have anyone else we can send."
"And third?"
"I'd just like to see you again," he said.
I guess that was reason enough for me to say yes. Besides, when I thought about it more I decided that this might make me decide to become a policewoman, something that I had once thought about. Anyway, how often does a young girl get a chance to do something like this, right? I mean, I was actually going to be able to go out there and play decoy, and so long as I knew I was safe, I'd feel assured.
My parents weren't as convinced, but that's never stopped me from anything before.
"All right," I said to him. "Do we do it tonight?"
"No," he said. "We wait a few days. He's certainly not going to strike two nights in a row in the same park. I think he'd expect police there. But if we wait a few days and he thinks that the park is clear, he'll try to strike."
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time I saw Merrily was when she came to my office. She seemed a little more relaxed, and it was certainly a good sign. She had been in the hospital for almost a week after the second rape, and even though she was now out, I still sensed that she was on some kind of medication which kept her sedated enough.
She wore a pair of overalls and a colored T-shirt. I was amazed at how beautiful she looked in them because I usually think that overalls make a girl look fatter than usual, and too manly. Merrily had looks enough to overcome that.
We waited one week exactly before we went out to try and bait the enema rapist. During the week, Carl called me almost every day. I knew that he liked me. I liked him a lot, too, but my parents wouldn't have dreamed of letting me go out with a policeman for fear that I might marry one.
"We're only doing it for your sake," my mother said. "I'd hate to think of all the aggravation you'd go through when he went out to work at night and you sat home wondering if he'd come back dead or alive."
That, I thought, was the dumbest reason of all that they gave me, but all their reasons were just as stupid. If there was something about Carl that they didn't like, then I wouldn't have minded it, but just to make statements about policemen in general the way that they did was sheer stupidity.
Of course, they tried to stop me the night
Carl came to pick me up.
"Merrily, I don't want you doing this," my mother said, grabbing my arm.
"Look," I said, "this is something that I feel I have to do. You have no right in the world to try and stop me, so leave me alone. This man raped me and I want to see that he's caught and then brought to justice."
"Say something to her, Irving," my mother said to my father.
But I was already out the door before my father could say anything to me. That's the way we've always been, me and dad. I hardly ever listen to what he has to tell me anymore because I really don't think that he has much to say.
Carl was wearing his police uniform and he looked so dignified. He actually put his arm around my shoulder as we drove toward the park. I was a little surprised when he stopped about five blocks from the park and shut off the car.
"Why are we so far away?" I asked him. "Isn't the idea that we go to the park?"
"Of course. But we can't drive up in a police car, you should know that. You're going to have to walk it from here, and I'll be a few feet behind you."
I was suddenly so scared. It was like the rape, in some ways.
It's one thing to talk about how you're going to react during a rape, and it's quite another thing when it actually happens. It was one thing for me to tell myself I'd be courageous when I would out there as a decoy, and it was quite another to actually feel that courage running through my body.
"You will be pretty close behind me, won't you?" I asked, trembling.
"Of course, don't be scared." When he said that, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, and I could feel a lot of strong, loving emotion behind it all. Then he came out and told me that he liked me a lot and he would make sure nothing happened to me.
It was the kiss that reassured me and made me get out of the police car, defiantly, and start walking toward the park.
He was right about some things. Knowing that he was close behind me was a great feeling. I also thought about the other policemen who were supposed to be dressed in plain clothes. Carl had told me they would be all over the park and so I knew that even if I was attacked, the man wouldn't be able to do anything.
The most, I thought, that he would be able to do would be to get me on the ground. But I knew that Carl, or one of the other policemen, would be there as soon as they saw it happening and they'd save me.
When I got to the park, apprehension hit once more. I hadn't been back there since the rape, and maybe I should have been. Not at night, mind you, but in the afternoon. It's like the thing they say about falling off a horse and then getting right back on again. I should have come back to the park the day after my rape, but the reason I hadn't was because I'd honestly never expected to feel funny about going there.
I did. As I walked into the actual park grounds, I could feel my whole body shivering with fear. I kept hearing noises, too, and they scared me. It could have been my own footsteps or the sound of crushing leaves, but each sound in the dark night kept me at my wit's end.
Carl had told me that I was supposed to keep walking back and forth until something happened, meaning an attack or his coming over to tell me that they were calling it off for the night. I began walking up and down, up and down, and soon I knew the park grounds better than ever, even in the dead of night.
I was also getting quite bored.
I had really agreed to do this whole thing because I thought it would be exciting, but after about an hour I was ready to call it quits.
Just then, I felt a presence behind me, and all of a sudden, I could feel a hand covering my mouth. I was dragged down onto the ground and then pulled behind a thick clump of bushes. Well, I was all ready for the cops to come and grab the man right then and there, but nothing happened.
I could hardly see the man, but he seemed like the same one as before. He still wore that mask and had the curly hair.
"I missed you," he said, breathing heavily. "I missed fucking you and finishing what I wanted to do. You had such a wet pussy and I wanted to come inside of you."
I was too scared to talk, but when I did open my mouth and looked like I was going to scream, he stuffed another gag in there. I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same gag he had used on me before.
I can't even remember all the thoughts that were going on in my mind at the time the second rape was happening. I was mad at the cops for not coming in and saving me, and that was my most intense feeling. There was something working in my favor, however. I thought of the fact that I had already been checked once after being raped by this man, so the fear of getting some kind of disease from him was gone.
But he started to rape me the same way he had done the first time, first kissing my tits and biting them hard, them licking his way down to my pussy as he started to strip off the rest of my clothes. I could feel myself getting wet as his long tongue flicked deep into my pussy.
When he started to climb his way up my body, moving his hard cock between my legs, I was ready to die.
Where the hell were the police, I wondered. Didn't Carl say that they would save me if anything like this were to happen? It had already gone on too long and I started to think that there were no other policemen around there at all. Where Carl was I still couldn't figure out because I at least expected him.
The man shoved his cock into my cunt as hard as he could, and I could feel a searing rush of pain running through my entire body. I wasn't as wet as I had been the first time and I know it was because I was much more scared.
You would think that a girl would get used to something like this, wouldn't you doctor? But I don't think that rape is anything I'll ever get used to.
As he was thrusting into me I felt something near his leg. It felt something like a balloon, and that's when I started to remember the things that Carl had told me about there being an enema rapist.
I started to scream with fear, but my sounds were muffled by the gag stuffed in my mouth. I knew he was going to give me an enema, and in some ways, I prepared myself for it before I even got it.
When his cock started to pulse this time, I could feel him ready to shoot with a tremendous force. Then he pulled himself out of me. By the time he was rolling me over on my stomach, his hard cock resting on my ass, I knew that I was getting the enema. I felt him spreading my ass cheeks and then felt him inserting the nozzle.
I didn't know what he was forcing into my ass at the time. I mean, I thought that it was just some kind of liquid. All I know is that after the first rush of water, I could feel this wooziness coming to my head. I thought that I was going to pass out orsomething. It was like getting drunk from the inside.
I don't know how else to explain it. Maybe I can explain it in reference to pot, which I do smoke, doctor. When you smoke pot you get a certain kind of high. But once, a friend of mine made some brownies and they put some in. Well, when I ate those brownies the high was completely different. It was from the inside for sure. I mean, I could feel this tranquility all over my body. From the inside out, so to speak.
That was what I felt like with the water rushing into me, or so I thought. I mean, when the cops finally did come and they examined the place later, they came to the conclusion that it wasn't water. It was wine.
I was getting a wine enema, only I didn't know it at the time. I could sure enough feel it rushing inside of me, but I didn't know why I felt the way I did until after the whole thing was over.
Anyway, the man kept rubbing my ass cheeks hard as more and more wine flowed in. I didn't think that the human body had the capacity to hold so much water, but I did know that the minute he pulled the hose out I was going to let it leak all over. I didn't really care what he said or did.
He did threaten me as he was filling me, telling me that I'd better hold in all of the water or else he was going to kill me. But as soon as he pulled the hose out I started to let it leak. At that point, death would have been a relief.
Do you know what he did then? He hadn't come yet, although I could sure fell his cock pulsing hard on my buttocks as he was filling me. After he filled my ass-hole with the wine, he started to press his cock against it, too. He was going to sodomize me with the enema inside of me.
I have to say that at least I'm glad the wine was wet, otherwise he would have scraped my dry ass-hole with his cock.
He did shove himself into my ass-hole and the water really started shooting out. I know that it had to be getting all over his cock and groin but he didn't seem to mind it at all. I could hear him grunting and groaning.
He moved his mouth near my ear and started to whisper things.
"Oh, there's nothing better than a wet ass, is there sweetie? I love fucking you when your ass is like this. I can feel my cock floating inside of you."
I turned around to look at him, for this time, I decided, I was going to get a good look so I could tell the police.
The police! While he was giving me the enema I had almost forgotten about Carl Smith's plan. When I thought about it I was ready to kill him. But then, the more I looked at the masked rapist, the more I began to see something in him.
He was Carl Smith!
When I first realized that the man raping me was the cop who was supposed to save me I wanted to die. I tried not to let him know that I recognized him for I thought he'd kill me for sure if he knew that I knew.
He smiled and when he did, I was definitely positive that this was Carl Smith.
Certain realities began to dawn on me. The first was that there were no other policemen around the park because if Carl Smith was the rapist, he certainly wouldn't want to get caught. I hadn't seen any of the plain-clothes police as I had been walking up and down the park street, even though I had been wondering where they were.
Carl continued to drive his cock into my ass and I could feel him starting to pulsate hard again. I knew that he was going to come inside of me and that when he came, it was going to be hard. I grunted a little bit from the pain.
All of a sudden, I could see a flashlight shining right on us, and it was that same second when Carl started to come in my ass-hole. I could hardly even feel his come shooting into me because my ass was so wet and sticky from the wine enema. When I first saw the light shining, in fact, I honestly thought that it was an illusion.
But then there were a few other lights and I heard a voice yell.
"Okay, freeze!"
I guess I can't hate all policemen, for the two that happened to be walking by the park when it happened turned out to be really nice. I was a little embarrassed about lying there naked while they grabbed Carl and put handcuffs on him.
I know that they were just as surprised when they pulled the mask off the rapist and saw that it was Carl. They both knew him and they both seemed shocked.
An ambulance was called and I was taken to the hospital. I remember when you came to see me, doctor. I was really high that day because they had given me something. I was really upset about the rape, too. I still am. A little.
I mean, Carl's in jail now and they're going to be bringing charges against him. I went down to see him the other day and that seemed to shock the shit out of the other policemen at the station.
"It isn't often that a rape victim comes in to see the rapist," one told me.
I could easily understand that but didn't say anything to them. Instead, I just went in to see Carl. He had his bristly stubbles again since he hadn't shaved, and he still looked quite handsome. He was even surprised to see me.
"Why did you do it?" I asked him. I had to know for my own sanity. "What kind of pleasure do you get in giving someone an enema?"
"If you had seen the way you were struggling underneath me," he said, smiling, "you would have felt the power that I felt when I gave you the enema. You're absolutely helpless with it, and that helplessness makes me feel really strong."
"Do you need it?" I asked, and I could hardly believe how calm I was being myself.
"I love it," he said, "and I guess if I love it, then I need it."
When he told me that, I didn't really care about him too much. The thing is, I could understand someone doing it to another person, but only if the other person wants it. I can't see forcing it on someone, which is what the policeman did to me. As long as he needs it, I think he'll continue to strike out at people.
I told him he was a closet case and then I left.