Case History 2
Subject: Susanna J. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Susanna was an extraordinarily pretty girl. She looked quite young. Even I, who usually was able to determine people's ages, thought she was only about ten or eleven. She was really a charming girl, and I was not surprised to discover that she was the object of the attentions of many men.
There are quite a few men who like young girls, and Susanna certainly was the type to appeal to most of them. She was blonde and had freckles, and she looked just like a perfect angel.
When she came into my office, she seemed quite disturbed. I knew that something was deeply troubling her, and I was anxious for her to begin talking to me. Though she was upset, she had no trouble communicating to me. This made my treatment of her considerably easier.
Oh, doctor, it's just so difficult for me to talk. I want to tell you what happened, but I can't bring myself to do it. It was so terrible. I just don't know what to do. I don't know why they all want to pick on me, but they do. All they want from me is my body. They are all crazy, doctor. I hate them all. I don't want to see men ever again. Except you of course.
It's very difficult for me to talk about this. I know that I'm here so you can help me, but it's so hard to talk about. Oh, I wish I were dead!
It all started only about a week or two ago. I had no idea that this would happen when that new family moved in next door. At first, they all seemed so nice. I was very pleased because they had a dog, and I love dogs.
You see, my sister is allergic to dogs, and therefore we can't have one. When that family moved in, they had this cutest and most adorable puppy, and I loved to pet it, and play with it when they would let it out for a walk
The nice man who walked the dog usually seemed to like me. From the first day, when he moved in with his wife and dog, I was sure that I would be really happy that they were there.
Things began to change though after he noticed that I just loved playing with Pippin. Oh, Pippin is the name of the dog. He was so tiny and cute, and he had all of this fur. The man told me that this dog was a Pomeranian. I think that's what he said. They are really cute, and the dog was so playful! Oh, I can't tell you how much I miss not having a dog in the house.
Well, when he realized that I just loved to pet the dog, he started talking to me all the time. At first, I thought he was just being friendly, and I was pleased to see that I had such a nice neighbor. The people who had been living there before were really creeps, and I was very glad to discover that they were moving. The always complained about the noise, and we never made any noise. Honestly, doctor, we are a very quiet family.
Well, anyway, Mr. Peters, oh, that's the man's name, Mr. Peters always let me talk to Pippin, and the dog and I got along really well. He's so cute, doctor. I love puppies.
"Pippin-likes you," said the man. "Pippin-likes little girls."
"So I see," I said. "I like Pippin. I love it when he tries to bite me. He just tickles, he's so small." I knew that if Pippin was a really big dog, I wouldn't let him bite me, but it felt so funny. He has such a small mouth.
Every day at the same time the man would take Pippin out for a walk. I always was there so I could play with the dog. I loved it. Every day for a week, Pippin and I would have a really great time playing with each other.
One day it was raining out, and I missed seeing the dog. I wondered if the reason that Mr. Peters didn't take Pippin out was because of the rain. I rang the bell and asked if Pippin was sick.
"No, he's not sick, but I thought it best not to take him out today," said Mr. Peters. "He's just had some shots, and I have to be careful."
"Oh," I said. I started to leave, but Mr. Peters called me back.
"Oh, Susanna," he said, because I had already told him my name, "Susanna, would you like to come in and play with Pippin? I'm sure that he will miss you if he doesn't see you today."
"Oh, I would love to," I said, "that is if you and Mrs. Peters don't mind."
"I don't mind, and Mrs. Peters, my wife, is out shopping. She won't be back until quite late tonight. You can come in. I'll have some milk and cookies for you."
I went in, eager to see the dog again. The dog was quite happy to see me, and we played for a while, and I would throw a toy across the room and he would dash after it and bring it back to me. He looked so cute with his dog toys in his mouth.
Mr. Peters brought me some milk and cookies, and while he had coffee, I drank my milk with him in the living room.
It was getting late, and I decided that I would go home. My mother wouldn't know where I was, and she would be just getting back from the day at the beauty parlor.
"Thank you for letting me play with Pippin," I said. "I really appreciate it."
"Oh, you are not going already?" he said. "I don't want you to go. We were all having such a nice time."
"Thank you, Mr. Peters, but I must go. I would very much like to come back again."
"Well," he said, "there is something I would like to say to you."
"What?" I asked, not knowing what he wanted.
"I just wanted to know why you like playing with Pippin so much. Why don't you have a dog too? Then Pippin and your dog can play."
"My sister Roberta can't have dogs in the house. She's allergic."
"Oh."
"But I like playing with dogs. I like the way he runs around and the way he feels when I touch him."
"You like touching things?" he asked me.
"Oh, yes, I like touching his fur."
"I like touching things too," he said. "I love to put my hands on things that are soft and silky. I bet your skin feels better than his fur."
I laughed. "Yeah, my skin feels good when I touch it. See," I said as I patted my own arm, "my skin is soft and silky, just like Pippin's fur."
"Oh, let me touch your skin," he said, "so I can find out if it is just like Pippin's fur."
I let him put his fingers onto my arm. I d idn't think anything of it.
"That's nice," he said as he stroked my arm. "That feels really good. You do have some very soft and silky skin."
I got up. It was getting late, and I really had to get back home. I thanked him again, for letting me play with his dog, and I started to leave. He went over to the door and locked it.
I didn't know why he did that. I couldn't understand. I wanted to leave, and he was blocking the way so I couldn't get out. I tried to laugh with him, thinking he was just playing a little joke on me, but I realized that there was something very funny going on. He seemed to be looking at me very strangely, and I was beginning to feel afraid, for the first time that I had been there.
"Let me out, please," I said.
"No," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because I want to touch you," he said. "I loved touching your skin, and I want to touch you all over."
"No," I answered. "Let me out. Let me out or I will call my father and he will beat you up. Let me out right now." I was very insistant, but he just laughed and laughed.
"Come here," he said as he dragged me over to the sofa. "I want to touch your skin again. I want to touch you all over and make you feel good."
I started to scream, but it was no use. He put his hands on me and rubbed and caressed me. First he put his hands on my shoulder, and then he touched me on the neck. I really became upset when he put his hands inside my blouse.
"Your tits feel so nice," he said. "Your tits really feel nice and soft and sweet. I love to touch tits, and I want to touch your tits with my tongue."
"No!" I shouted. "No! No! No!"
"Yes," he said. "Yes. I'm going to lick your tits, and make my hot and wet tongue lick you all over. I want to suck on your nipples, Susannah. I want to lick and eat you all up."
I tried to free myself, but it was no use. I just couldn't get away. He nearly tore off my blouse trying to press his lips against my breasts. I regretted ever having come over to play with his dog.
"Oh, your tits taste good," he said. "I want to lick your tits all over." He sucked so hard on my nipples, that they became reddened. It was beginning to hurt me, and I started to cry.
He started to lick my eyes. "I want to dry your tears," he said. That was strange, because he was the one who was causing them to be wet in the first place.
"Oh, Susanna, I want to lick you and eat you. I want my tongue to be all over your body." I felt him removing the rest of my clothes. I shouted for him to stop, but he took off my skirt and my panties. I felt cold, and the fact that his body was against mine didn't make me feel any warmer.
His tongue went down the length of my body, until it reached my cunt. He stopped, and for a moment, I thought that he was going to let me go. He stopped licking my body, and then looked up into my eyes.
"Didn't you like that?" he said. "Didn't you like it when I licked your tits?"
"No," I said.
"Oh, then I'll have to lick you until you do like it. I will have to lick you until you want me to lick every nook and cranny of your body."
I didn't know what to do. If I told him I didn't like it, he would say he would like me until I did. If I said I did like it, he would then tell me he was continuing to make me feel even better. I was so upset. My mother had always warned me to stay away from strange men, but I thought that because he was a neighbor, that he was all right.
He resumed licking me, and I felt his tongue lapping up whatever it could. He pressed his lips against my cunt hairs, and he smiled. "Your cunt is growing hairs," he said. "I can't wait until your bush is really well-developed. Your cunt will be so luscious and delicious when it is completely covered with cunt hairs."
"Stop it, please, stop it!" I cried. I didn't want his tongue to slide into my pussy, and I tried pushing him away.
"I will never stop," he told me nastily, "until I have sucked out every bit of juice from your cunt. I want to lick you dry," he said. "I want to suck you out until you have no more hot honey to give me."
He pushed my legs apart, and he pressed his mouth against my pussy lips. I couldn't get his head from between my legs. I tried to kick him, but his hands just held me down as his mouth worked its way all up and down my cunt.
"Mmmmm," he murmured, "this tastes so good. I love sucking cunt. I love sucking young cunt. I love sucking your cunt because you are so sweet and tender. I want to suck your cunt all day and all night long. Your pussy is making me feel so good. Mmmmmm, you have a really luscious cunt."
He sucked and licked my pussy until I felt it getting red from the friction of his tongue. I begged him to stop, but he started to laugh and he began to pinch my tits. I began to hurt all over.
He was starting to remove his pants now. I at first didn't know why, but then when he got them down, I saw his huge organ throbbing and pulsating. I screamed. I had never before seen anything so big and ugly.
"I want you to have this," he said. "I want you to have this and it will make you happy."
I felt him press his cock against my lips, and I kept my mouth tightly closed. I didn't want to take that thing into my mouth, and this was one thing I could do. He couldn't force his penis into me because I just wouldn't open my mouth.
He got really mad. "You had better suck this prick, girlie," he snarled. "You just better suck my fucking prick."
"I won't!" I told him. "If you put it in my mouth, I will bite it off." He growled at me and yelled things in me that I didn't understand. I was starting to cry again, but this time he didn't bother to lick the tears away from my eyes.
"Cry if you want to, you fucking bitch!" he screamed. "You are going to be really sorry that you didn't suck my cock." I didn't know what he was going to do. Suddenly, I became really terrified. I thought he was going to rape me. I had heard what men do with their hard pricks, and a girlfriend had told me she had been raped and it hurt like hell.
"No! No! NO!" I was screaming louder and louder. I struggled so hard, that I think I may have convinced him not to fuck me, because he stopped trying to press his penis into my cunt slit. I wanted to kick him again in the balls, but he just held onto my legs.
"Okay, bitch, you'll be sorry," he said. He put his face down to my cunt again, and started to lick me as hard as he could with his tongue.
I didn't know what to expect. He was really playing with his dick shaft and he stroked it faster and faster. I was afraid of what might happen, and suddenly, he withdrew his mouth from my vagina and rubbed his penis over it.
Suddenly, he started to shout. "Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm shooting! I'm coming over your nice hot young pussy. Take it, baby! I'm coming all over you!"
His prick released some hot fluid and it spattered all over my body. I cried hysterically. I didn't know what that was. I was going crazy as he jerked himself off over me.
His balls were swinging wildly. More and more of that hot creamy water came pouring out of his dick. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like it.
"Oh, baby, that was good!" he shouted when his cock had stopped spurting. "That really was good and hot. I know what I'm going to do with your cunt now. You can't stop me. I'm going to make my prick feel really good!"
Oh, doctor, I just can't go on. It was too horrible. I just can't go on. Please don't make me tell you what happened next. I just can't do it! Help, me doctor, I just can't go on!
I stopped Susanna right there. I knew that when a patient reached a certain point, it would only be harmful to continue. I asked Susanna if she would like to come back another time, and she agreed to it. I knew that it would be better that way.
She lay still for a while, and I gave her a handkerchief to dry her eyes. She started to cry again, and I had to have my nurse assist me in calming her down. I knew that what followed was very traumatic, and I hoped that she would have to courage to come back and keep her next appointment with me.
INTERVIEW TWO
Good. She did come back. I was quite relieved. Sometimes I have had the experience of a patient coming to a point that was quite traumatic and was unable to continue. After promising to return for another appointment, I would clear my schedule for them, only to discover that I was never going to see them again.
Some of the people who did that needed treatment even more than Susanna, but I was pleased to see that this girl knew that running away from what was bothering her was not the answer to her problems. She knew she had to work out her experience with me, no matter how upsetting, and the fact that she did so, indicated to me, that although she was only thirteen, she was already on her way to becoming a mature young woman.
I feel better today, doctor. I know I acted quite like a child last time, but I'm all right now. I hope I stay that way and don't break down the way I did.
Anyway, after he had jerked off over my cunt, I started to cry. I didn't know what that milky substance was that came out of his cock, but I also didn't want to know. All I knew was that I didn't like it, and the fact that he told me he had something else for me only made me more terrified and afraid.
I was sure he was going to slide his dick into my cunt. I knew I would find that so painful, and I began to scream in anticipation of that.
"Don't fuck me!" I yelled. "Please don't fuck me! I don't want you to fuck me! Don't shove your cock into my cunt! I've never been fucked before and it will hurt. Please don't fuck me!"
I was really going hysterical now. He put his hand over my mouth and then told me what he was going to do.
"Relax, kid," he said. "If you are that afraid of my prick, I won't fuck you. I'm not out to hurt you. Did I hurt you before? Did I? Did the fact that I shot my load over your cunt hurt you? It was only semen you know."
"You hurt me! You are going to hurt me!" I was hysterical.
"I didn't hurt you. You are lying. I just sucked your pussy and licked your tits before I jerked off over you. I didn't hurt you."
"You hurt my legs. Ycu held them down, and that hurt."
"Only because you were going to kick me," he said. "I didn't really hurt you. It's all in your mind."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. "If you aren't going to fuck me, what then are you going to do?"
"You are going to suck my prick," he said. "You are going to take my cock into your mouth and suck on it. You will love it,' Susanna, you will love it when you lick my spear up and down. It will make your cunt really hot."
"No! I won't do it! I won't suck your prick!"
"Yes, you will," he said. "You will suck my cock and lick my balls if I tell you to. You admitted I didn't hurt you before, didn't you?"
"Well. . . "
"Never mind. You will be hurt now, and I mean it, if you don't suck my cock. And just to make sure that you don't get any funny ideas, I will kill you if you bite my prick. That's a warning, so don't bite my cock or balls."
I was planning to do just that, but when he threatened me, I knew that I would have no choice. I would have to suck his cock even if I didn't want to.
He placed his meat against my lips, and though it took me a long while before I relaxed enough to open my jaws, when I did so, he slid his penis into my mouth and started to pump harder and harder.
"Come on, Susanna, use your tongue. Lick my long hard shaft. Make my cock feel really good. I want you to suck my prick and lick my hot and heavy balls!"
I felt his shaft entering my throat. I nearly choked on it. His dick slid all the way in and I thought I would die.
"Suck it, baby!" he cried. "Suck my fucking hard prick! Eat that cock, baby! Lick my fucking hard meat!"
He started to pump faster and faster. I was feeling sick inside, and I didn't want to have to take his cock in me any more. I tried to get him to take it out, but he just wouldn't.
His balls were banging against my chin. I felt those hairy things against my lips, and I wished that I could just get up and run out of there. He was going to torture me if I hurt him in any way, so I had to be very careful when sucking his cock.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's it!" he cried.
"You are really sucking me off beautifully. Suck my cock even harder, Susanna. Suck my dick and lick my balls!"
I continued to suck his prick, but then he tried to get his balls into my mouth. I couldn't take them in. His balls were really too big for my mouth, and I went crazy trying to suck on his shaft alone.
"Come on, Susanna, you can eat my balls too! Lick those balls, baby! Suck on my balls! Take my balls into your mouth and lick them along with my spear!"
He forced his balls into my mouth. I didn't want them, but I had to take them in. I felt my whole mouth full of cock and balls, and I nearly gagged. I hated it. I hated sucking his cock.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good! Oh, baby, that really makes me feel good! Suck it, Susanna! Suck that cock! Oh, baby, I'm going to shoot my hot cream into your mouth! I'm going to shoot my fucking hot cream all the way down your throat!"
His penis started to pound my face even harder. He plunged it in faster and faster, and I knew that he was soon going to spurt his hot liquid deep into me. I was gagging on it, and he was loving it. He must have known I didn't want it, because he just kept ramming his prick all the way into my desperate mouth.
"Eat it, baby! Eat it! Suck me off, baby! Suck that fucking hard prick! Oh , baby, I'm going to come! I'm coming, baby! I'm going to fill your fucking hot mouth with my juice!"
Suddenly his prick went wild. I could feel that hot semen pouring into my face. I gagged. I choked as it poured into my throat.
That only made him wilder because his prick seemed to have a never-ending supply of hot cream. He rammed his cock into me so hard, that I was sure I was going to die.
"Oh, baby, eat that come!" he yelled. "Eat me! Suck me! SUCK MY FUCKING HOT PRICK!! "
His jism spilled out of my mouth. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't swallow another drop of his juice. I was going crazy. My mouth and throat had filled up with his sperm, and I couldn't hold another drop.
"Oh, baby, you were beautiful," he said. "You really can suck cock! I bet you love to suck cock, don't you?"
I shook my head. I hated it. I didn't like it when he had made me suck his prick, and I told him that I never before had sucked cock.
"I don't believe you," he said. "You really sucked my prick and balls like an expert. You are an expert. You really sucked me and I feel really great."
His juice ran down the side of my cheek. I was too weak and afraid to wipe it off. I wished that he would get me a towel and clean my face and my chin, but he just stood there, his dripping penis hanging over me, and I saw that his balls were covered in his own semen.
"I loved it," he said. "I really loved the way you sucked my cock. There is something else that I would like to do now. There is something else now that will make you feel even better. I am going to fuck you now."
Just as I was about to scream, we both heard footsteps coming up the front. He quickly realized that it was his wife coming home. "A word about this to anyone and I will kill you," h e said. "Now get dressed and be fucking quick about it."
I got dressed faster than I had ever dressed before, and just as Mrs. Peters came in, I left. We nodded hello, and I ran home. I haven't told anyone about this, except you. I am afraid that he will really kill me.