Case History 9

Subject: Trudy S. Age: Thirteen

INTERVIEW ONE

I was quite upset to see a girl so young so unhappy. Trudy was crying when she came my office, and there was nothing I could do to calm her down. Even my nurse, who is an expert in such matters was unable to comfort her. Trudy was the unhappiest girl I had seen in a long time.

Why? Why, doctor, why? How could he do that to me? Why me? Oh, I'm so unhappy! My mother knows nothing of this, doctor, and she will kill me if you tell her. You won't tell her, will you? Oh, please don't let anyone find out.

Please don't let them find out!

I had to wait several more minutes before she had calmed down enough to tell me just what it was that her mother wasn't to find out. I knew it had to do with sex, and as soon as she was relaxed enough to tell me, my suspicions were confirmed.

He fucked me, doctor. Mr. Winters fucked me. Why? Why did he hate me like that? Why did he want me to feel ugly and bruised inside? Why?

Mr. Winters was such a nice man. He always smiled at me when I came into the store to buy things for my mother. He was so nice to me, and now he fucked me. He rammed his prick into me, doctor. Oh, doctor, I don't know what to do.

I never thought he would do something like that. It was just awful. He hurt me, doctor. He hurt me when he stuck that big thing into me. Oh, I hate him now. I hate him.

I had gone to the store for my mother as usual. She frequently sends me out to get eggs and milk and a couple of other things. This time she had sent me to get some lamb chops, and when I got all the stuff together, and he rang them up on the register, it came to a dollar more than my mother had given me.

"Oh dear!" I exclaimed. "My mother only gave me five dollars. That's all I have."

"Well, that's all right dear," said Mr. Winters. "You can owe me eighty-nine cents."

"But you trust me?" I asked.

He laughed. "Of course. I know you will come in to bring me the eighty-nine cents later. You can do it tonight after your dinner. I wouldn't want you to miss having a delicious supper just because your mother miscalculated."

"Gosh, thank you very much, Mr. Winters. I'll come right back after supper. I don't want to owe you the money a minute longer than that."

He wrapped up the food and I took it home. I explained to my mother what had happened.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear," she said. "Right after you left, I realized that I had intended to give you a ten dollar bill, and I took out the five. I knew it would be more than five dollars. Well, if you don't mind going back later. . . "

"Oh, no, I don't mind. He's such a nice man. Mr. Winters is great and kind."

"It's only eighty-nine cents anyway. You could go tomorrow if you want."

"No. I promised him tonight, and I don't want to keep him waiting for his money. You have always taught me that it is wrong to owe people money, and I don't want you to owe him even eighty-nine cents."

"You are a good and honest girl," my mother said. "As soon as you finish your dessert, you can go back to him."

I had dinner, and it was very good. I love lambchops, and the way my mother makes them makes me hungry even when I just think about them.

She gave me a dollar and a quarter. "Buy yourself some ice cream when you have given Mr. Winters his money," she told me.

I raced out of the house and ran all the way back to the market. I wanted to get there before Mr. Winters closed for the night.

I ran into the store and looked around. I had thought it was closed, because it was deserted.

"Mr. Winters?" I called out. At first there was no answer, but then I heard him running out of the back.

"Oh, hello, Trudy," he said. "I was just about to lock up."

"I told you I was coming back with the money," I said. "I didn't want to break my promise."

"Thank you," he said. "It could have waited until tomorrow, but I'm glad that you did so. You are a very sweet girl. Come on into the back and I'll give you some ice cream."

He brought me into the back, and took out an ice cream pop from the freezer. I handed him the dollar and a quarter.

"It was only eighty-nine cents," he said. "Why are you giving me all this money?"

"For the ice cream," I said. "My mother gave me the extra money for ice cream."

"No, I told you that would be a treat on me," h e said. "You don't have to pay for it."

"Really?"

"Really. Keep your money. I'll give you change out of the dollar and the rest is yours. You are a very sweet girl, and I want to do something nice for you."

Mr. Winters seemed so nice and friendly. I couldn't believe that he would really do something like he did.

He gave me change, and then smiled again at me. We were still in the back of the store, and I was looking around at all the boxes that were piled up there.

"You've never been back here," he said, "have you?"

"No, Mr. Winters, I've never been here." I was fascinated by all the food. I had never seen so much food before.

I came across a box of melons. They looked so good. "I wonder if they are ripe," I said. "Won't they go bad if they are all ripe and they don't sell?"

"I hope they will sell," he said. "I've reduced the price on them for tomorrow.

Everyone will be coming into the store tomorrow and stock up on them."

"So will I," I said. "I love melons. Especially ripe ones."

"Ripe melons are so. good," he said. He began to stare at me and I couldn't understand why.

"Yes," I said. "I like ripe melons."

"How ripe are your melons?" he asked me.

"I beg your pardon?"

"How ripe are your melons? I bet you didn't know you had melons, did you, Trudy?"

"I have no melons. The last one we bought, we finished at dinner on Sunday." He laughed. I didn't know what he was laughing at.

"No, your own melons. Are they ripe? I bet they are ripe. They look ripe. Yes, Trudy, your melons look really luscious and ripe."

I blushed. It suddenly dawned on me just what he was talking about. He meant my breasts, and I guess because I was wearing a very tight sweater, he was noticing them.

"You see, you do know what I am talking about," he said. "I noticed even earlier today that your melons were really nice and ripe. I bet they are juicy too. I bet if I were to eat one of your melons they would burst with juice. "

"Mr. Winters! Don't say things like that!"

"Why not? You aren't a little girl anymore, are you?"

"No, I'm thirteen."

"You are a big girl," he said. "Thirteen is a big girl. I've got something big for a big girl like you."

"Oh, what is it, Mr. Winters?" I asked.

"This," he said. He picked up my hand and placed it on his fly. I screamed. I was feeling his hard cock, and I was shocked that he would have me do such a thing.

"Please let me go!" I said. "I want to go home."

"No, I want you to stay. I want to see if your melons are as ripe as you say they are. Come on, Trudy, let me taste your melons. I want to put my tongue on your melons and see if they are really ripe and juicy."

"I want to go home," I said. "Unlock the door so I can go home."

"No," he told me. "you will not go home until I have tasted your sweet juices. Let me taste your sweet and hot juices. I want to lick you, Trudy, and make you feel good."

I started to run, but there were so many boxes in the way, and I couldn't get very far. He grabbed me and tossed me on top of a box of grapefruits.

"Let me lick you, Trudy," he said. "I want to lick you. Let me suck you out, oh, please let me suck you out. You have driven me wild, Trudy. I have always wanted to taste your body. Let me lick you and eat you. You have made me mad, Trudy. I want you. I have wanted your body for a long time. You have no idea how long I have waited for an opportunity to suck you and lick you and touch you all over. I am not going to let you go now, Trudy. You cannot leave here until I have tasted all of your sweet feminine beauty."

I screamed, but he didn't care. He didn't even put his hands over my mouth. Apparently no one could hear us, because he just started to rip off my clothes and when he got my blouse off, he just flicked his tongue out at me and started to lick and suck on my young tits and nipples.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, this is so beautiful! You are so luscious, Trudy. I want your tits. I want your nipples. I want to suck you dry. I want to eat your cunt, Trudy. Oh, Trudy, I want to suck out all the beautiful hot juices from your hot creamy pussy."

I screamed as loud as I could. No one could hear me. He unzipped his fly, and pressed his penis up against my mouth.

"Lick it!" he yelled. "Lick it! Suck it! Oh, Trudy, I want to feel my prick inside your mouth! Suck my cock, Trudy! Suck me off! Eat me, Trudy! Lick my balls and eat my cock!"

I refused to take his prick into my mouth. He begged me. He pleaded with me to suck his cock, but I refused. I didn't want that big ugly thing in me.

"I will have to fuck you then," he told me. "I will have to fuck you and ram my cock all the way into your hole. I must fuck you, Trudy. I just must!"

He rammed his cock into me. In one hard thrust, he managed to rip me up inside, and the blood came pouring out. No one had ever fucked me before, and I cried with terror and pain. It hurt, oh, doctor, it hurt so much! I hated it! He didn't care. The nice Mr. Winters kept fucking me, and ramming his prick meat all the way into my hole.

"Oh, baby, this is driving me wild! I love it! I want to fuck you! I want to feel your hot pussy juices all over my cock! Your sweet pussy walls are pressing so hard on my prick! Oh, I love it! I want to shoot my prick juice into your hole! I want to fuck you! Don't you love it? Don't you love my penis inside your quim?"

"No! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts me! Oww!" I was screaming and crying, but he didn't care. All he wanted was his own pleasure.

His balls were slamming against me, and I was powerless to move. I felt his warm penis sliding in and out of my hole, and I cried as I felt it penetrate my vagina even more. I was crying hysterically and he wouldn't stop.

His cock started to pound my cunt harder. No matter how hard I thought he was ramming my hole before, it would get worse as he got hotter and hotter. I screamed with pain, and that just drove him even wilder.

He started to ram me so hard, that it brought him to orgasm. His cock ejaculated inside my vagina, and I screamed as I felt that hot liquid spurt out of his prick and fill up my hole. I knew that it would soon be over as his semen flooded my pussy.

My pussy juices were flowing around his cock and mixing with his semen, and both of our juices were pouring and oozing out of my cunt. He told me what a pretty and pink cunt I had, and it was glistening in the light. I hated it, though, and I wished that I could go home and never see this horrid man again.

He kept pounding his penis into me, and by the time he was finished, I was sopping wet, my pussy juices had flowed really wildly, and his scum was all over my cunt hairs, and some other parts of my body. It was a horrible experience.

I gathered the remnants of my clothes together. I never went back to the market, though my mother was never told why. I just couldn't bear to tell her that Mr. Winters fucked me. His cock had really upset me, and I just didn't want to go into details with my mother. She wouldn't have understood.

Mr. Winters is an evil man, doctor. His penis really is a terrible thing and I think he should be prevented from letting his cock and balls hurt any girl ever again.

I hate him. Oh, doctor, please help me! I feel so terrible. My body still hurts. My cunt still hurts from what he did to me.