Case History 5
SUBJECT: Milly AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The girl was pretty, with long brown hair and blue eyes, who looked almost mature for her age. Although slender, she had surprisingly well-developed bosom. She looked bright, but apparently, her experience had left her badly confused. She seemed anxious to get a handle on what happened to her.
I had been walking along the road from Mr. Wingate's farm where I had picked some apples. It was just about dusk, and I wanted to get back home fast. My old man can be something fierce if I get back too late, and slow down the supper. He sort of raps on me whenever he can. He's a hateful guy, doctor, because of the way he finds pleasure in roughing me up. I can't tell you how much I hate his guts. He's not my real father, but my step-father, and I don't know whether he raps my butt because he wants to really punish me, or to get his rocks off.
Anyway, I'm sort of afraid of him, and I hated the idea of getting back late. So, when this car came poking along, I held up my thumb. Our neighborhood is fairly okay, and I never heard of anything happening to anyone who got picked up.
So, we thumb rides in our neighborhood without a second thought.
The man in the car was about forty five, a husky guy in a blue windbreaker, new around our parts. But there was no reason to think twice about taking a lift from him.
"How about a lift, mister. I'm going four miles down the road."
"Hop in kid," he says, nice and cool.
When I got in, he offered me a cigarette, which I took, and he lit up. Then he started to drive, slowly.
He had the music on, some jazz station that I never listened to.
"You live around here, I guess," he said.
He had a harsh voice, guttural, like he did a lot of drinking. In fact, I smelled booze on him, something that didn't hit me at first.
"Yeah. I live at four corners. Ain't you from around these parts? "
"Just traveling through," he said.
"Well, I haven't seen you before."
He smiled. "No, you haven't." Then he turned and looked at me, real close. He had these brilliant blue eyes, too bright, not the kind that you see in people. And they stared hard, like they were looking right through you. His look went pretty tight on my boobs, and he went down the rest of my figure, and back to my face. He took a real hard inventory, I'd say.
I felt then as if I had been totally undressed. Then, I began to wonder if I had made any mistake to get into this guy's car.
"Go to school?"
"Yeah. The local school."
He grinned. "What do you learn there, kid?"
I didn't like the way he said 'kid'. He was no thing of charm.
"I guess I learn everything that you learn in a high school."
"You sound like a pretty bright kid. What are you gonna do after that. After school."
"Get a job, I guess. Work. Get away from this dump town."
"Don't like the town?"
"Well-would you. Look at it. Nothing much goes on here. We're sort of cut away from the main stream. As you can see."
He looked around, real thoughtful. "Yeah, it's cut away all right. Looks like the very end of civilization out here."
"Well, it ain't that bad. We get some intake. We got TV, and a movie house and a school."
He smiled. "You got TV. I guess you learn a lot from that, don't you?"
"Plenty." I felt this guy was nothing much, the way he talked. Always like sarcasm. Like he was sneering at things. At the place you lived, at your school, at the things you did. He was definitely a negative character. I wish to hell that I had not got into his car, and was thinking of telling him that I had reached my place, just so I could get out.
"Are you a salesman or something."
He grinned. "Yeah, I'm a salesman or something."
"You look more like something than a salesman," I said, just cause his tone was so irritating.
I suppose that was the wrong thing to say. Because he didn't smile at that, just stared at me, and his look was definitely hostile. I thought it would be all the more if I got the hell out.
Then, suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of liquor from the side of his seat.
"Have a drink, kid. It'll relax you." I got such a scare from his hostile look, that I didn't want to do anything to build that up. So, I sort of took a light swag from the bottle. It hit my stomach like fire. I never tasted anything so fiery. I started to look at the bottle, but he took it from me, just put it alongside, didn't drink any of it himself.
Then I said, feeling really woozy in the head, "Say, how about dropping me over here. It's okay from here, just a short walk."
He just smiled at me. You said 'four miles up the road.' We haven't gone four miles yet."
And then he studied me, watching me close, as if he knew that I was getting woozy.
And everything dimmed in front of me, like you know those movies when things go out of focus.
I must have then passed out.
Because I don't remember a thing until I woke up in this barn, a deserted barn that I never remember seeing in our neighborhood. It had old hay on the floors and broken farm machinery in it.
And then I felt my hands were very cramped. And looking at them, I saw they were tied with rope.
My legs were tied with rope, around my ankles. And around my knees.
And my clothes were all off, only my panties and stockings and shoes.
My breasts were bare.
And this man was sitting on a broken chair, with a bottle of booze in his hand. It was definitely not the bottle that I had drunk from, doctor.
Because that bottle had to have something in it to knock you out. I had gone out like a light, dead in the head until I woke up.
And there I was locked in with this guy who could be anything. A madman, a killer, a rapist.
The moment that I dug the situation, my heart began to beat like a hammer. I was scared out of my wits.
But he was there, cool as a cucumber, as if he did this sort of thing everyday. Kidnapped a girl and tied her up.
"Don't scream, kid, or I'll put a gag in your mouth. Besides, you can't be heard. Nobdy around for miles."
I was so scared, that I couldn't say a thing for a few minutes, while my head sort of cleared. Then I felt a crazy anger.
"Are you some kind of a madman? Don't you know you can go to jail for life for doing something like this?"
His blue eyes sort of stared at me, the pu pils getting small aspits, and I couldn't tell what he was going to do.
He just kept staring at me. "Don't you know that around here, we lynch guys who do things like this to girls. They'll tear you to pieces."
Though I was scared, I was angry too. The goddam nerve of this bastard! He didn't say anything, just kept staring at me. Like he wanted me to go on, and say anything in my mind.
"You took my clothes off, mister. And it's goin to be a sad day in hell for you unless you give 'em back to me and do it right away!"
He still didn't say a thing.
I decided to make a pitch to his reason, if he had any.
"Look. Gimme my clothes and just hit the trail. I won't say a word to anyone. And you'll be safe. But if you don't, you'll get fried. I warn you. My old man will have a posse out looking for me."
He came up close to me. Stuck his face near me.
"And what'll they do to me, missy."
"They'll run you in jail and let you rot for forty years. If they don't skin you alive first. Now, be a good fella. Get these ropes off me. And just skip town. I swear that I won't say a word."
"Skin me a-alive!" He hissed between his teeth. I was shocked at rage in his face.
Then he whacked me with his open palm across my face!
Like that!
That shocked the good sense out of me.
"You filthy animal," I raged at him. "They'll fry your balls when they catch up with you. They'll tear you to pieces. You just wait."
He whacked me again, a harder jolt than the other.
It brought tears to my eyes, it was such a savage shot.
"You goddamn little cunt. I'll teach you to talk with respect. Tear me to pieces! You'll be lucky if I don't tear you to pieces. You don't seem to understand. We're out here, a million miles from anywhere, including your home town. And you are at my mercy. AT MY MERCY! Do you understand! And he lifted his hand and whacked my face again.
It started my nose to bleed.
Then I figured that he was a madman, and that it was true that I was at his mercy. And that anything could happen with a mad thing like him. He could destroy me and bury me, and nobody would ever find me. I mean, it was a horrible situation to be in. He was no rational man, and I had been acting as if he were.
He was crazy. Or he wouldn't have done what he did.
There could be only one out of here. And that was to submit. And that, maybe then he might not kill me. Yet the thing was so desperate, that I might submit and then he would still do something desperate. It was a frightening scene for me, doctor, as you can well imagine.
He seemed to sense a change in my attitude, for then he walked over to me, close. And he took hold of one of my nipples, and pressed on them, hard. It was painful. It hurt.
I tried to move away.
"Just hold it there," he said sternly, as if testing whether I was frightened enough to obey him.
I held still.
He then squeezed by breasts, hard. First one then the other. He stood close to me. Then I noticed his hand go down to his zipper and he unzipped and brought out his cock.
Just two inches from my face!
It was a huge, monstrous thing, heavy, thick, muscled, with the veins in it pulsing, the head purple and throbbing.
I had never seen anything like it!
This man had been getting his licks by the way I was talking to him, I think, or by hitting me, or both. Because he was into a terrible sexual excitement.
And, in spite of all my fear of him and hate, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight of his monster!
"Now, be a good girl. Open your mouth and take my cock in it. And I'm a-warning you. Don't do anything rough to it, because I'll chop your head right off!"
He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but I really believed he would do it. I had the fear of death in me, so I opened my mouth to take that monster cock in. And it was a shock, that hunk of meat in my mouth! It was hot as fire. And he pushed it, so that he went in deep.
"Now, start sucking it, missy. Suck it good. Lemme feel your tongue working on it real good, if you don't you'll get this!"
And he held his hand out, to strike me again.
I started to suck him.
And as I sucked him, he jabbed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper. Then he would sort of pull it out, let me lick the under part of the head. Then jam it back in.
He did it with a regular motion.
So that I got the rhythm of it, and got to expect it. And, the funny thing, doctor, and this is what is driving me up the wall. I began to find myself expecting the slide in of his cock with pleasure! With pleasure!
This rotten animal who came out of nowhere and kidnapped me, a low, no-account brute animal had me sucking his cock. And I found myself enjoying it!
That is my sickness!
I could tell that I was enjoying it, because I was wet in my cunt!
INTERVIEW TWO
And he knew that I was enjoying it, too. Not at first, mind you. Because I had all these groaning sounds, and sad expressions on my face when I started out. He figured that I was hating it.
And he was so screwed up in his head, that he thought that was the fun for him.
He enjoyed it when I was hating it.
But, as he kept shoving his cock in, I kept finding it greater and greater fun. My juices were flowing in my cunt. All sorts of strange, exciting feelings were going through me. I began to feel as if I wanted to caress his cock, to make mad love to it. To fondle it.
I loved having his cock in my throat. It so turned me on that I almost sucked the juices right out of it.
And then, when he realized that I was not doing it out of fear, but fun, he got furious, and pulled it out.
His weird eyes were all clouded with his fury.
Here, lick my balls now. Give them a real clean up job. And treat them respectfully. Gently, you little whore, or I'll teach you a thing or two."
And so, I went down to his balls. I had never done anything like that in my life. But I had been so turned on with his cock in my mouth, that I let some of that excitement touch this action.
At the beginning, though, I sort of felt horrible about touching his hairy balls with my mouth. But the more that I made contact with them, the more interesting it became to me. And again, I found myself enjoying it. I liked the plumpness of the balls, the feel of them in my mouth. I couldn't stop the feeling of pleasure that came from somewhere.
He had his eyes right on me, studying me, getting some charges from what I did! He seem to love to have my face on his genitals. It gave him a strange charge, I could see that easily, if I looked up at him.
He put me on the floor, took the cords off my legs and ankles, and told me to keep my feet apart, keep my thighs apart.
"I'm gonna eat your cunt, you little bitch. Eat it right off you. Just you keep your legs apart and give me no trouble. Cause if you do, I'm agonna slap the shit out of you. You get the message?"
What could I do, doctor? He had me in his power. He could have done anything, and I would have had to submit, just to stay out of harm's way. Isn't that right, doctor?
Then he went down on my body. First he grabbed my tits in his mouth and he really mouthed them. He licked them roughly, for everything he did was rough. He was no gentle lover, this creep from nowhere. His teeth would clamp down, sometimes on the nipples, and it would hurt. Not like he was trying to tear them off, just that he was getting some rage out of himself doing it.
He used his fangs more than his tongue, it seemed to me. He was like some Dracula who had to bury his fangs in you to enjoy himself.
His teeth came down over my belly, down to my maidenhair, where he bit at the hairs, pulling them, to give me pains. And then he bit at my pussylips, too. Biting, little bites, not horrible ones, but real sharp nips. And when I'd cry out, it gave him a charge. I could see the little curl round his lips, whenever I'd cry out.
He liked all my expressions of pain. He was not into giving me joys, just grief.
And he then got my pussy going. He got his tongue and teeth on my clit and began the same little bites and licks, mixing them up, but in such a strange way, that I again felt a terrific charge of pleasure.
He was turning me on, doing what he was doing. I couldn't stop the flow of pleasure that started in the nerves of my cunt. He was doing me some great favor eating me that way. It was a real excitement, doctor, something far greater than anything that I ever had before.
I began to have different feelings about him, then. I mean, I hated him, as I might a mean, low-down coyote, but I also felt a terrible desire for him. If my hands had not been tied, I might even have grabbed his cock and shoved it my mouth and started sucking wildly on it, while he was eating my cunt.
Doesn't that show you how far gone I was by this time.
I was into hating and loving him at the same time.
Then, like he again picked up my pleasure at it, it turned him off.
He hated for me to enjoy!
"Goddam whorish cunt," he swore at me. "You like it, don't you. Well, how do you like this." And with his mouth full of cuntjuice, he put it up against my mouth, and wiped it against my mouth, kissing me with my own cuntjuice.
I hated having his unshaven face up against me, and that he could tell quickly. So he kept kissing me, wanting me to squirm, to suffer.
Then he turned me over, put me on his lap, so that my ass was up at him.
And he said, "I'm going to punish you for saying those terrible things to me before."
And he gave me a whack on my naked ass! With his open hand.
It was just like my stepfather, except, naturally, I had my jeans on when he did it.
He hit me a couple of times, right smack on my butt. And the funny thing is that I got confused in my had and thought of my stepfather doing it.
I could even visualize him doing it in my head, so that it wasn't this stranger, but my stepfather.
And it again gave me a real charge, feeling the pain, the hurt. I was getting all confused in the head, changing the feel of his punishments. Changing that into pleasure.
He really burned my butt for me, with a few other whacks.
"That's to teach you respect for your elders."
And, boy, did he like to do that. He got pleasure from laying of hands on my butt.
And I felt so confused by the pain, that I thought it was all an excitement, instead. How did that happen, I just can't tell.
Everything that he did, started with pain and turned to pleasure, doctor. That was the crazy, part of it. How such a weird and strange thing could happen to me.
But part of me kept waiting for him to really violate me. I couldn't help thinking about that. That he would, eventually, want to stick his cock into my cunt. And that it might start with pain, but it would turn to joy. I anticipated that.
It was kind of ecstasy, just expecting it.
But then, what if he knew that his cock would give me great pleasure? Knowing him, I felt sure, he would deprive me of it. I then felt a pang of pain, thinking that he might not put his cock in my cunt!
Doctor, I want to ask you how my mental state had got in that condition?
All the time that I thought of him as a rotten, degraded animal, and that what I wanted most of all, was for a gang of men from my neighborhood to tear him apart. I mean, I thought of him as the worst sort of creep, who would kidnap a young girl and work his evil desires on her.
That seemed to be the lowest of low!
But now, I was feeling that if he didn't put his monster meat in my cunt, that it would be a matter of grief!
How crazy can you be, doctor?
But it looked as if Mr. Creep was just about ready to stick his cock in me, from my position.
He wanted me on my back, my thighs outspread.
He walked around me, massaging his cock as he did that. And the way he stroked his cock made me envious. I felt that I wanted to do that.
I hadn't the vaguest idea what he was going to do.
Then he stopped stroking his cock, and kept studying me. He seemed to know that I wanted to get fucked, and that was the last thing he would do for me.
I wondered desperately what he would do next.
I didn't have to wait long, doctor.
For he started to piss on me!
That's right, doctor. To my everlasting humiliation, he started to piss on my breasts. The stream of yellow poured out, over my breasts, and my upper torso. He waved it around like it was a hose, pissing his stream that never seemed to run dry.
It hit me with its warmth, and ran down. I could smell its urine odor, too. But although I thought I would loathe him for it, instead, it felt exciting, strange, exotic.
Again, I found it a turn-on. I began to think that I must have the most depraved expectations. Everything that he did to me, I ultimately, found lots of fun, exciting, fun and pleasurable.
I thought I must be crazy in the head to turn these strange, humiliating things into pleasure. But that is the truth. It is what happened.
"You goddam cunt! I'll teach you to threaten me. To call me an animal. I behave like an animal. You're just a piss pot. See. I piss on you, piss pot!"
And he just kept on pissing. I couldn't imagine that he had so much water in him.
But I was not displeased. I was glad that his pump didn't run dry. Because the warm wetness of it pleased me so much!
I was finding that to be his victim was one great shot of joy!
I almost waited with hardly concealed excitement for his next piece of dirtiness. What would he do to me, some really dirty thing, that would make my body quiver with the thrill of it!
It was all madness. I couldn't understand myself. Or him. Or anything anymore.
Before I met an animal like him, I would have put him in a cage for beasts.
Now, I waited like a kid for a new toy, for his next game! What would it be?
I yearned for him to fuck me. But he rarely did what you expected of him.
Now, his cock had gotten soft, because I suppose, doctor, that you can't piss out of a hard cock.
So, what he did was bring it up to my face again.
"Okay, you little cunt. Now do you thing. Bring it up!"
I took it in my mouth almost with pleasure, anxious to get it up to the monster size, so that he might do something new and exciting to me.
I sucked on it, soft as it was, and felt the thing going hard in my mouth. What a fabulous excitement that was, feeling a cock get hard in your mouth! I soon found it too big to hold all of it," but kept sucking hard at it, hoping to excite him, so that he would feel compelled to fuck me.
I even began to use mental telepathy on him, thinking hard that he fuck me, fuck me, stick his cock in me.
I went over it in my mind.
"Fuck me, you rotten animal, fuck me," I said in my head, over and over.
And, I think it paid off.
Because, he took it out of my mouth.
Stared at it with pride, I do believe.
Then, he said, "I'm going to fuck your cunt right off you, you slut!"
And he took his thick, monster tool, spread my cunt and started to push it in. Once he got it in, he realized it was wet. And he gave a great shove, so that his cock went in all the way, pushing my flesh apart, up and up all the way in!
I almost screamed with the sudden shock of his huge cock bursting inside my tight cunt.
I was not prepared for that! But my cunt began to prepare for it, I tell you, doctor. Because the terrible excitement made me flood inside.
I felt violated, but at the same time, I felt turned on. He had ripped me apart, and I found it thrilling.
I wanted to tell him to fuck me, to fuck me, to tear me apart with his cock.
But that's really what he wanted to do. To rip my cunt apart with his cock. And because I was a tight tight cunt, he thought it was happening.
He grabbed my ass, my silky butt, and would come out almost to the tip of my cunt, then go wham-bam into me! Like he was shoveling the end of a pole into me.
My feelngs were a crazy mix of pain and pleasure. I didn't know which way to turn, but all I could feel was a desire for him to ram me with his cock.
To stuff me so full of his cock that I would die from the pleasure of it.
It would be the most beautiful way to go.
I was creaming inside, from his violation. I could tell that he was breathing hard, and that it was turning him on, his ripping my cunt apart with his thing.
He thought it was giving me pain. Well, it was pain, but the kind of pain that's like a shot of joy, if you understand me doc.
But I got fear that he might pull it away, just as he stopped everything once he suspected that I was enjoying it.
So, I moaned and groaned, like he was tearing me apart.
"Oh, you're hurting me, horribly," I cried, with tears in my eyes.
They were tears of happiness, but he thought I was suffering, and it made him hit me even harder.
I felt that huge meat monster banging into me, again and again, yards of cock, filling me up.
It was so delightful that I stopped groaning, and started to gyrate my butt up, to meet his thrust.
He didn't realize that I was doing that, he was so into grinding his tool in.
Then he got the idea, maybe from looking at the bliss on my face, that the more he drove, the more I loved it. He was feeding me pleasure instead of beating the shit out of me, as he thought.
"Why you lousy cunt, you're getting a kick out of this, ain't you?"
He was astounded. He thought, for sure, that his big dick was destroying me, but it wasn't!
He pulled it out, frustrated as hell. His big thick cock stood up, all red, with my juices on it, swollen like a horse cock, it was so huge.
He seemed besides himself with rage, like he'd been had. Like I had made a fool of him.
He hadn't raped me, he decided, but he had been raped himself!
He felt I had tricked him, somehow. The poor slob. And it was probably true, for I had given him the evil eye, I had used telepathy on him, I had practically raped him.
But he didn't know where to turn, where to hit me next.
Or did he. He glared at me. He did have a hard cock to discharge. He wasn't going to fire into the air.
He had to find a hole in me, somewhere. He'd been everywhere but one.
And, that was his inspiration.
"I'm going to fuck your ass off you, you little slut. You ain't going to get any kick out of that. No ma'am, no fun outa that. Cause I'm goonna rip your asshole to get this great big thing of mine into your tight little delicate ass.
"You're gonna know what if feels like to have a red hot poker up your pretty little ass, miss. It's gonna teach you how to have respect for your elders. It's gonna teach you some of the fine points of misery, too. Cause this cock of mine is gonna ram your ass till you'll want to hang it on a Christmas tree!"
And he flipped me over on my stomach, spread my legs, and I prepared to get myself speared in two with his giant cock.
I was frightened out of my wits. I felt that surely it would do me terrible harm to get that great monster hunk of meat stuck in my ass. He would have to rip me apart to get it in. There just was too much of it, and too little of me.
I have a delicate little missy's ass. Tight, tiny.
I once tried to stick my finger up in my ass, in the bathtub, just to see what was what there. You know, the curiosity of a kid And I couldn't get it past a quarter of an inch, that's the kind of delicate ass I had. I pleaded with him.
"Please, please, don't fuck me in the ass."
"Oh, yeah!"
That's how stupid he was. Or maybe he just wanted to hear me beg some more.
"Please," I pleaded," don't fuck me in the ass. Fuck me anywhere but there."
I turned and stared at him pleading with my eyes.
He looked like a triumphant brute, looking at me. It was what he wanted. Me begging. Like I was dirt. Like he was the master. Like he had the power to execute me.
For once he really felt the power over me that he craved.
He was such a sick, fucking, mixed up slob. All he had was a big swollen cock and a sick head.
And he had me at his mercy, to do anything.
"Now, you want me to fuck you anywhere but in the ass. Is that it?"
"Yes. Please. Anywhere."
His eyes got crafty. He said, 'I'll consider it," but I knew he was lying.
"While I'm thinking about it, I want you to suck my cock. We can't let my cock get chilled off while I'm thinking about it.
And he shoved his cock, all covered my with juices, into my mouth. Down into my throat.
It was a weird sensation, having his cock with that taste, in my own mouth. Like I had gone down on myself, in a way! But still, it was exciting. I had him back in my mouth. That monster meat. I sucked on it wildly, hoping that I might be able to satisfy him like that, so that he would forget about my delicate ass.
He kept up a line of chatter.
"So, you don't want your virgin ass to get laid, is that it?"
I slipped his cock out of my mouth, to answer him.
"No. Please. It would kill me. I'm just too small for you."
I was flattering him. Playing on his ego. "You have such a large sex organ it would rip me apart. I'd be dead."
"Yeah. But that's what I want. To Mil you with my cock!"
He stared at me. "What a way to go, heh, kid?"
He wasn't serious, but I pretended that he was. I could read him now. He was just a sex monster who got his kicks from violations. But I didn't think of him as being an ax murderer anymore.
He just got his jollies from kicking the girls around. He was some kind of sadistic monster, with a thing for violence. But it was all sex. He was not into real brutal mutilation, and crazy things like that.
The nearest that he would get to that, would be fucking me in the ass. For that would be mutilation of my asshole, for sure.
"I'd rather go this way," I mumbled. "I'll suck you, if you want me to. Suck you all the way. Let you come in my mouth."
"Let me!" He screeched at that. It hit him right in the ego. As if I had some right to let him do anything.
"You goddam little slut. You don't let me do anything. I do anything that I want, do you understand that yet! You're tied up. You're sitting there like a clay pigeon. Dig that? I do the "letting"!
He seemed to go a little out of his mind.
Then he shoved his cock deep into my throat, as if to teach me a lesson, and rammed it in hard, holding my head, so that I couldn't move. I felt the meat bang in there, hard as a police club!
He really had the greatest cock!
Then he pulled out. His eyes glittered, like he was about to go off the deep end.
"Now, you thought, you little bitch, that I would let you off the hook if you sucked my dick. Well, now you will learn. It's your ass that I want, cunt! Your little tight, virgin ass. I'm gonna burn t with this monster club!"
"Please don't, please don't" I wailed in a little girl's voice.
I was convinced that whatever else I had been able to turn into pleasure, from the original pain this was one area it couldn't happen.
It would be too terrifying, too horrible, too destructive.
But he had again, flipped me on my stomach, and got his knees between my thighs. He spread my buttocks.
I could feel his cock at my tail, trying to get the right entrance.
I could feel the grease on the tip of his head that he had smeared on it.
Then I felt it slip in just at the top. I instantly wailed. It felt already like a huge thick pole.
And he had just cracked the very surface.
What would it be once he got past that?
He pushed again, for I could feel it coming. He had me pinned down, nailed down, so that I couldn't thrust my body any way. And my hands were still tied, so that I could beat him away.
I could feel the weight of his body behind me, and the pressure of his dick as it tried more to snake its way into my ass.
He kept up steady pressure, moving in partly, then waiting just for me to draw breath, and pushing again. He wasn't interested in sparing me, just in trying to get the flesh in front of his cock to open up.
I had a virgin ass, and it was closed tight.
Now, the ice-breaker was up there, opening the channel of love.
I could have wept, for the terrible, agonizing pain of it. I felt myself filling up inside from that huge monstrous meat.
And there seemed no end to it. It kept on coming, more and more. I went practically out of my head from the pain of it, as he kept on pushing and pushing.
Finally, he stopped pushing. I could even feel his body, his balls, right smack up against my ass.
I could hardly think it. But had he got that monster baseball bat all the way up in me? Yes, he had done it!
For the labor of getting it in had exhausted him, and he just lay there, maybe tasting the triumph of getting there.
While I lay still as death, feeling that throbbing thing inside me.
I waited for him to move, convinced that I would explode, once he did move.
But I didn't explode.
Nature takes care of her own. She must build women to take men's cocks, somehow. Oh, I grant you, the thing filled me to bursting. But I didn't burst.
And when he began to do his thing, slide in and out of me, I began to feel the pleasure-pain cycle again.
First the pain of it, that huge bursting hunk of meat spreading me, pushing against places that never had anything like it.
And then, somewhere the nerves got the contact, and I began to feel the pleasure of it.
Ass-fucking having pleasure. I never dreamed of it! But it happened. I kept feeling him slide out, all the way out, then ram into me!
Like getting a huge club shoved up my ass in lightning fast time!
In and out. He jammed it. He grunted and shoved it in me!
He was convinced that he was nailing me to the wall. I could tell from his grunting. Like he was saying, 'Take that you cunt'!.
But little did he realize that it was the biggest turn-on that I ever experienced. He was lashing my ass to a blissful death.
But I didn't intend to let him know. If I did, it would end, just like the others.
So I let him go on with it, praying that he would not discover my delight in his crude ass-fucking thing.
I kept mum, just groaned each time that he rammed it. It was a groan of joy, but he didn't know.
"Don't, don't," I kept moaning.
But in my mind, I kept thinking, "Do, do, do. I love it, you horrible creep."
And so on it went. I could feel the thick, silky, slippery monster cock come out, leaving me feeling terribly empty. Then, it would slide in and fill me all the way, going as deep as it could.
He hit up against my butt with his balls. I could feel them dangling against my ass, sometimes, when he rammed so hard, they made his balls jingle.
"Oh, you're terrible, terrible brute," I wailed, pretending to be in misery. Pretending that he was fucking my ass off.
And I could see him grinning back there, so delighted with himself, and the fact that he finally found something to knock me off my high perch. That he had me under his cock, finally. Something that I was not enjoying anymore.
I would get these realistic groans going, thinking that they made him get his rocks off, more than the fucking would. He grooved on my pain.
But instead, I had this giant turn-on. It was all a beautiful scene. I loved every inch of his cock as it went into me. It seemed to be massaging a great mass of nerves in my tail. Something I never knew was there. And I didn't know how much of it was psychological, either, doctor. You tell me that.
Was I enjoying the violation. Did I enjoy receiving pain? What was the cause of it?
Who was the victim, doctor. Him or me? I was enjoying it. And he was working. I was just there, receiving pleasure. He was beating his brains out, trying to discharge his tensions.
And to do that, he was giving me the biggest turn-ons.
I felt my orgasms go on, one after another. It was strange. But the longer he did that, the more I felt the orgasms. They came in waves, one after another.
And I couldn't let him know. I would grit my teeth and screech a little, but he thought it was the terrible pain. That he was some kind of monster, beating me to death with his club.
When he finally shot his load, it hit my ass like a gusher of hot soup! It flooded into my ass, making me warm all over. His cock swelled up, and almost really strangled my ass, just before he fired.
Then, afterward I felt him go slack and limp, and start to soften down.
I pretended to fall into a swoon at the end of it.
The greater my demonstration of pain, the more he got his rocks off. That was clear.
Anyway, after he came, he was through with me.
It no longer had any fun for him. He just wanted to get away. But naturally, he didn't want me to go racing out after him and spreading the alarm. So, he figured that I had passed out. And my hands were tied.
He had plenty of leeway.
Just to make sure, he tied my hands to the old plow nearby.
And, he went out. I could hear his car start up, and drive away.
He was through, doctor. But I had just started!
I finally, using my teeth, got the knots untied. Slipped on my pants and shirt, and got back to the house. I wasn't all that far from home, at that!
The problem, doctor, is the feelings that I have every night, while sleeping.
I go through the whole episode with him.
The whole violation. And I think of him, again and again. How? Hoping that he will come back.
And violate me some more! That's how crazy I have become. I seem to want someone to treat me like he did. Hard, cold, severe. I even dream of someone pissing on me. Like it will be a real pleasure.
What has he done to me, doctor. Will I ever get normal again? CONCLUSION
This poor girl had been subjected to a sadistic experience by a man with a severe problem. His problem is that he gets pleasure from humiliating women. And her problem is that she fit ideally into his sickness. Curiously, she did not experience pain and humiliation, that is, not for long. She found somehow that submissive sex for her pleasure. She could possibly have got that way from a stepfather who punished her, by spanking. That can be sexual, and often is. This was what could have been a horrible and humiliating experience into one of sex pleasure. However, it is not healthy for her to derive fun from freaky violence. She will need a lot of therapy to recondition herself to the normal avenues of pleasure again.