Case History 7
Subject: Mary J. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Mary came to me with a very unusual problem. She was an attractive girl, with long dark hair and a good figure. But it seems that because of a bizarre incident that happened to her when she was thirteen, she was having trouble coping with boys her own age. The incident which Mary tearfully related to me left an emotional scar which made normal sexual and emotional activities difficult for her.
Mary never knew her real father. Until she was twelve she was raised by her mother, Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith worked nights as a chambermaid and cleaning woman in one of the two motels in a small town where Mary was raised. Mary never knew why, but sometimes, she recalled, her mother would not return home until the next morning. One day, when Mary was twelve years old, her mother brought home a man who had stayed at the motel. Her mother married him that afternoon. Mary told me what happened during the next five months.
"Well, doctor, I got along with my stepfather for a while, but he really had the hots for me cause I was so young and built. My stepfather was a real prick. He would sleep the whole fucking day. He made my mother clean the whole fucking house and I had to do all the errands while the lazy sunofabitch slept like a damned rock. My mother would be totally wiped out by the end of the day, but then she had to go work at the motel. My fucking stepfather never paid a cent to support us. In fact, about the only time he came up with some bread was when the motherfucker ran out of booze for himself. I don't even know where he got the money. He must have hustled some old woman for it, cause he sure as hell never took a decent job.
Anyway, it wasn't long before he got tired of waiting around all night doing nothing but drinking. Pretty soon, he started watching me.
Most of the time I would stay outside with my friends until it got dark. Then I would come in and go to bed. My room was in the back of the house. It was almost like a shed where we used to store stuff. There was almost no light in there at night and it was too small for anything besides my bed and a dresser.
One night my stepfather came in while I was sleeping. I couldn't even tell who it was at first and I started to scream. But he put his big, hairy hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. It wouldn't have made any difference, since we were really far away from the next house anyway. He told me not to scream, 'cause it was only him. I was scared though, and I didn't move a muscle. His other hand began stroking my hair.
I guess I musta been scared out of my mind, because I don't even remember exactly what happened next. He took his hand away from my mouth and bent over and kissed me right on the lips. I was frozen. His lips were raw and rough against my mouth. He smelled horrible. The stench of liquor and chewing tobacco almost made me sick, but I was so petrified that I couldn't move or say anything.
I only had a thin nightgown on. In the dim light I could tell that my young body was really having an effect on my stepfather. His hands began moving down the front of my neck. My firm young tittie mounds were jutting out like fucking lighthouses. It was like my voluptuous young body had a mind of its own, telling my stepfather where to feel me up, begging him to put his rough, huge hands all over me.
"Please daddy, don't," I whimpered through my lips which were crushed against his. He held me in a strong grip with one hand on my head and the other now fully gripping my right tit. He tightened his grip on my large tit and squeezed the pleasure mound brutally until tears welled up in my eyes. As his hands continued to feel my body up, he released his mouth from my lips and told me that since I was his daughter, he had a right to certain satisfactions from me. He told me that he was not going to hurt his pretty little daughter, but he might have to teach me to have a little respect for my father. All he wanted was for me to be a dutiful little girl and do everything I was told. Otherwise, he told me in a low, menacing voice, he would have to teach me to obey my father with a spanking.
It was really weird, but when he said that to me, in that threatening way, I got a grip on myself a little better and just started feeling like he was really going to protect me and not hurt me. It was crazy, but I just felt like a little girl who had to do what her daddy told her. I just didn't think about his hands on my tits or his horrible odor and rough lips or anything. I just started letting him do whatever he wanted to.
He told me to be a good girl and get out of bed so he could see me better. I stood there for a few minutes, shivering in the cold while he tried to see me as best he could. He told me to turn around slowly, which I did. I had my back to him. "Take off your gown, Mary." I had no choice, of course, but to obey. I knew he would give me a good spanking if I refused and I guess I thought it would be okay to undress if I had my back to him. I musta thought that he wasn't really even looking at me, or something. I just pretended that this whole thing wasn't even happening.
I lifted the nightgown over my head and dropped it at my feet. The cool night air felt stimulating against my naked breasts and flat, girlish belly. My shapely body trembled a little in the cold. The next thing I knew, my stepfather was close behind me. I felt his cock push against my body. He told me to turn around so he could get a better look at me. I obeyed him without thinking. It was then I saw his cock. He had pulled it out of his pants while I had my back to him. His cock was huge, or at least it seemed big to me. I was standing so close to him that the massive prick rubbed against my lower belly.
"Stand up on the bed," my stepfather ordered me. He got me to stand straight and my virgin pussy was almost level with his head. He moved his lips toward my crotch and began kissing the pubic area. Low grunts emerged from his lips and as he pushed his tongue up against my pussy-lips I began to feel a ripple of sensations run up and down my spine like I never felt before. I knew what he was doing, all right, and it scared the hell out of me. But I couldn't stop him and my body was beginning to warm up in the way that a full-grown woman's body does. I was at that threshold of age between being a little girl and being a woman. My stepfather knew that I would obey him like a little girl but he also knew that my body would begin to obey him the way a woman's body obeys the demands of sexual pleasures. My stepfather knew all this and took good advantage of it, too.
He jammed his mouth up against my love hole with increased ardor, tonguing and kissing my pussy and bringing wave after wave of hidden pleasures to my body. I stood stock-still, trying to ignore what was happening, trying not to respond, not to breathe. But my body was giving me away and in a few minutes my stepfather's love-making was rewarded with a gush of lubricating juices from my cunt hole. I begged him to stop. I wished my mother was back. I hated her for not being there. I began to cry like a baby.
My stepfather reacted quickly. He yanked me down hard off the bed and told me to stop crying or he would really give me something to cry about. But I couldn't stop. I just kept on bawling like a child, which I was. I guess that really bothered the cruel motherfucker because he started slapping me across the face. He hit me five or six times, bouncing my head back and forth like the pendulum of a speeded-up clock.
I would have cried even harder if he hadn't grabbed me by the hair and jammed my head down to his huge penis. He forced me to my knees and pried my lips open. After that face-slapping, I didn't resist much anyway. He stuck his hard cock right into my mouth and there I was, helpless teenager, kneeling in front of her own stepfather in a dark room in the back of an empty, isolated house, sucking the man's cock like a little baby sucking on a pacifier. My stepfather had hours to play with me until my mother came home. And I realized that he was going to use every hour to the fullest.
My ruthless stepfather worked my head back and forth over his sex organ, pumping my mouth faster and faster and trying to work the big tool right down my throat. I almost choked to death. It was so disgusting that I wish I had choked. My knees were aching from kneeling on the splintered, hard wooden floor. My naked body rocked back and forth in obedient response to the way my stepfather pulled my head. His big hands gripped my head like a vise. He would pull my wide-stretched mouth back just to the head of his cock, leaving only the very tip of the massive organ between my clinging lips. Then he would pull my face toward his belly and at the same time, thrust his hips forward with a low, animal moan that filled the silence in the room. He would work his cock back and forth in my mouth like that again and again, each time sticking the saliva-covered penis deeper into my trapped mouth. He repeated the mouth fucking two more times before the morning, but this first time was by far the worst for me.
My cheeks puffed out as he shoved the cock into my throat and I was forced to suck the organ as he pulled my mouth back down the length of the stiffening, pulsating shaft. It seemed like hours went by as I continued servicing my stepfather in this way. Finally, I felt his giant organ throb even larger and my stepfather gave a long, low moan as he jammed his sex organ even deeper into my mouth. He shook all over and his knees bent a little as his orgasm gripped him the way he was gripping my head.
A great gob of sticky come-juice spurted into my mouth and coated my throat and tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to die. The horrible-tasting fluid continued to jet out of the penis that was jerking wildly between my lips, until my entire mouth cavity was filled to overflowing with the sperm of the man who was using me as a recepticle for come.
I tried not to swallow the large gobs of sperm in my mouth because I hoped that I could spit it out on the floor as soon as my stepfather pulled his prick out of my mouth.
My stepfather had other ideas, though. He quickly pulled his semi-erect cock out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet. I didn't have enough time to spit out the come that was still in my mouth. My stepfather looked at me coldly. "Swallow it, Mary. From now on you must chew and swallow whatever I tell you to, do you understand. Whatever I put in your mouth, you must take. You must always obey your father, Mary. Now, you must swallow the good food that I have put in your mouth. It's good for you, Mary, because it came from your daddy."
I felt like a helpless little infant when he said it to me. I knew he would hurt me badly if I did not obey him. I began to believe that I had to do what he told me because he was my stepfather and I guess I was able to live through that ordeal because I forced myself to think I was a little child obeying my father. I tried not to think about the horrible truth: my well-developed womanly body was, in fact, giving the sexual pleasure to a grown man as only a fully developed woman's body could. I was torn in two. The only way I could survive the perverse attacks that my stepfather was making on my naked body was to withdraw into my imagination. I began to imagine I was a child. Meanwhile, my stepfather was as excited as ever and ready to fuck me in every possible way until morning.
Since my stepfather's cock was not yet ready for another assault on my love holes, he decided to make me lick out his asshole in the meantime. In a few seconds he had pulled his pants off and told me what he wanted me to do. I begged him not to force me to stick my tongue up into his ass. I just couldn't do it. I was whining like a little child, and even grabbed hold of his leg with both arms. I was clinging to him, collapsed like a rag doll on the floor completely at his mercy. I begged again and again. This only made my stepfather angry. He kicked me hard away from him. I was sprawled on my back on the floor, weeping uncontrollably. My stepfather kicked me in the side with his heavy boot like I was an old tin can on the street. I heard him start to laugh sadistically as he kicked me again and again in every exposed area. I thought he would kill me, but he kicked me only hard enough to give me tremendous pain. He was careful not to break any bones. I writhed in complete misery beneath his boot. After a while, he stopped kicking me. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to show me that I had to obey his commands as a slave obeys her master. He rolled me over on my back with his foot and placed the heel of his monstrous boot on my right tit. Shifting his weight, he brought the toe of the boot right down across the exposed nipple of my other boob. I groaned and cried out from the aagonizing pain. He shifted more weight to his foot, crushing my well-developed knockers down to my chest. There was absolutely nothing I could do. With sadistic pleasure, my stepfather was teaching me to obey, to be his slave for anything he wished. He was breaking me like a wild animal is broken and tamed. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark as the sadistic man crushed my tits flat down on my small chest. He was caving in my chest with his heavy boot. I couldn't breathe. My body writhed and squirmed under the horrible pressure of my stepfather's endless punishment. My nipples were being painfully squashed for what seemed like hours. It was an unbelievable torture. My chest was being used like an old door mat. My stepfather was going berserk with power. He leaned almost the entire weight of his massive six-foot body on the leg that was pinning me mercillessly to the cold wood floor. I had no breath left even to scream. I lay panting while my stepfather worked his foot down on my boobs. He ground my right knocker with his heel as if he were putting out a fucking cigarette. I couldn't stand much more pain, but my stepfather was starting to get a second hard-on as he punished my throbbing tits. He kept it up and was even getting ready to fuck me while he flattened my womanly pleasure mounds with his grimy boot.
In a way I was lucky because he forgot all about making me lick out his asshole. With a roaring hard-on, he decided to jerk off using my body as a receptacle for his load of hot come again. He yanked me to my feet and threw me on the bed. I had no resistance left in me after the ordeal I had just been through. I couldn't even cry anymore. My stepfather ordered me to get on all fours. I obeyed instantly. My tender ass jutted high in the air m front of him. Suddenly, my stepfather shoved his finger up my tiny shit-hole, making me jerk forward in surprise and pain. "Stop moving, bitch." He commanded, and slapped my rear three or four times with the flat of his hand.
.He worked his finger into my ass for a few minutes and then stuck another finger in beside the first. He stretched my tiny asshole wide with his finger, forcing me to hold my body in a kneeling position to make it easy for him to fuck me in the ass. My ass must have really been the greatest little hole my stepfather ever shoved his cock into. Since I was only a young girl, it was small and very tight. My head was starting to ache and I felt like some discarded dish rag that had been used to wipe up the floor. My stomach was turning. I musta been a pretty healthy kid then because I somehow didn't throw up. I think I had a stomach of iron when I was young. I remember that I could eat almost anything and not get sick. But I almost threw up that night, what with all the come my stepfather jerked off in my mouth. He must have shoved that prick into my mouth two or three times, not to mention all the fucking he did in my back hole. He was really fucking me over good, the bastard.
All I could think about was when would my mother get home. I wished she would take a chair and bash in my stepfather's skull. The bastard was so perverted and drunk that he didn't even know which hole his prick was in half the time. He was shoving his cock into my ass one minute and the next minute he was grabbing my head by my long hair and jamming it down on him for more sucking. There wasn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't even cry after a while. I just lay there and let him run his grimy, ugly hands all over my well-developed body. I guess he was thinking I was 20 years old or something; I was certainly well built for my age, and the motherfucker took advantage of it, all right.
He didn't give a shit that I was only thirteen years old. In fact, I just turned thirteen that month. I thought I was really growing up, you know. Like, I would put on make-up and shave my legs, even though there wasn't really anything much to shave. I would look at all my mother's old pictures and try to fix my hair the way she used to when she was younger.
But I was still only thirteen, and my stepfather just didn't give a shit that I might be screwed up for the rest of my life after what he did to me. I mean, it's a horrible thing to get raped even when you're older and have a lot of sex experience. But I guess I won't ever be able to forget any single detail that happened that night. It was burned into my mind forever. I still wished my mother had killed the bastard when she came home.
I only wish the damned prick had passed out from all the fucking he was giving me and I would have smashed his skull myself.
I don't know how long my stepfather rammed his cock into my ass. I had to keep my bottom high in the air and kneel in front of him like a dog. Every time I started to collapse on the bed from the strain, my stepfather reached down to my big boobs which were hanging like melons jiggling under my chest. He would grab one of my nipples and twist it almost all the way around. I screamed when he did that. But I knew what he wanted. After he did that to me a few times, I kept my ass back up against his cock for as long as he wanted to fuck me and that was a long time. He nearly twisted my nipple right off my fucking breast whenever he didn't like the way I was letting him fuck me.
I could hear him grunting like a pig and cursing me using every obscene word that was ever invented. He would scream out that I fucked twice as good as my mother and that he was an idiot for wasting his hot come on the old biddy. His words burned my brain like a branding iron. He called me every obscene name he could think of at the same time that he was stuffing every inch of his meat into my tender, aching butt-hole. It was bad enough that he was getting his jollies and cursing me out at the same time. But I just couldn't stand the things he was saying about my mother. He started yelling at me that my mother was only a two-bit whore who wasn't worth the come that all those men who fucked her shot. He yelled that she was probably being fucked at the motel right now, and how he would love to see her face if she knew what he was doing to her pretty little girl right now.
He shouted at me to kneel up higher. I had no choice. The bastard liked to shove his shit-covered cock into my ass at an angle. That made it doubly painful for me. Every time he made me move my ass up higher for him, it was only to give him more of an angle and give me more pain. I could feel his cock scraping the walls of my sore ass. He even tried to stick his finger into my ass next to his cock. I almost passed out from the incredible pain. Luckily, he got to the point of orgasm before he forced my anus to spread wide enough to take his finger in as well. But the motherfucker didn't even come in my ass.
I guess he didn't want to lubricate my bung-hole too much. He liked to shove his prick into a nice tight and dry ass hole, which mine certainly was.
Anyway, just as my stepfather got close to coming, he pulled his prick out of my ass and forced me to suck it while he got to the point of orgasm. There was a thick layer of my own shit on his cock. The stench made me nauseous. I tried not to think of what was in my mouth. He continued to fuck me in the mouth just like he was still in my asshole. The guy was out of his mind. I was miserable while he probably didn't even give a shit if he came or not. He was like a machine that had gone out of control. It was like he was stuck and kept ramming his cock into different areas of my body like a piston that just keeps going and going. There didn't seem to be any limit to my stepfather's drunken fucking ability.
The coating of shit came off on my lips and tongue and coated my teeth. The shit mixed with my saliva. I couldn't swallow it. It just stuck to parts of my mouth waiting to get mixed with the gobs of come-juice that were going to flow into my mouth any minute.
Finally I felt my stepfather shudder and thrust deep into my throat. I felt almost grateful that he was going to empty himself into my mouth at last. I thought he would leave me alone after that. Even at thirteen years old, I knew that a man can't go on like my stepfather did for very long without falling apart or having a heart attack or something. But I had never dreamed that this one man would have enough lust and liquor in him to keep on fucking me all night like that.
I pumped my mouth back and forth over his shit-covered prick for a long time until he started shooting another load of hot come down my throat. This time I swallowed it as soon as it filled my mouth. I tried to rinse my mouth with it to get the shit swallowed too. I couldn't stand the taste of my own excrement in my mouth. But the taste of my stepfather's gism stayed in my mouth also, and I couldn't do anything but swallow as much of his sperm as I could. There was quite a lot of it too.
My body broke into a cold sweat after that. I was catching fucking pneumonia from having to service my stepfather naked in the cold, damp back room all night My stepfather still had his flannel shirt on. He didn't even finish taking off his pants, in fact. He just let them drop low enough so his prick would wave out there in the cold air like a flagpole. I was sick for several weeks after that, in fact. I could have died from exposure and triple pneumonia, for all my stepfather cared.
But the bastard just didn't care what happened to me, just like he didn't care what happened to my mother when he split. He just liked to get his cock sucked off by my mother and a thirteen year old girl who was too young to fight back. Oh, he really used that "obey your father" bullshit to the hilt. After a few minutes, though, it was pretty clear that I was being just plain raped. No two ways about it. I was being brutally forced to submit to the most degrading rape of my virgin body by my own stepfather. It was horrible.
After my stepfather shot his whole load of come into my mouth after he had just gotten his kicks by fucking me in the ass, he seemed to settle down a little. I lay there on the bed, aching all over and moaning pitifully. I saw my stepfather's wet cock deflated and shrunken. His balls hung down in shriveled sacs that looked disgusting. They were the same heavy balls that had sent all that come shooting out of his prick into my mouth. I hated them. I hated to even think of them. But I couldn't look away. I just stared at my stepfather's crotch remembering that my face had been trapped in his cock-area for I don't know how long. The memory of his heavy, come-filled balls slapping against my chin as he pulled my head repeatedly down on his long, thick cock shaft seared my brain. I couldn't turn away. I was trying to avoid thinking what my stepfather would force me to do next. Would he make me eat out his asshole? Luckily, he had changed his mind before, or forgotten all about it. I hoped he would fall asleep from all the fucking he had given me. I looked at him again. His face relaxed a little, or so I thought. He looked down at me like I was a prize cow. He even reached out and began stroking my hair the way he did in the beginning.
I shrunk back away from his hand. My stepfather shook his head sadly, like he was starting to feel some pity for me at last. He just spoke to me about how pretty I was, and how young. He almost tried to calm me down a little by telling me what a good girl I was, and that he didn't mean to hurt me because I was his little girl. If I wasn't so totally traumatized by the ordeal he had just put me through, I would have laughed in his face.
The man was insane. This sounds unbelievable, I know, but I swear on my mother's memory that it's the whole fucking truth. I swear to god that even when my stepfather was stroking my hair and saying all those nice things to calm me down, his other hand was at his cock, stroking and rubbing the limp organ and getting himself all excited again. His eyes weren't even looking at me. He was staring off into space and talking about how lovely somebody was. After a while he wasn't even talking about me anymore or even about my mother. The pervert was imagining some other women. Maybe he was thinking about some other young girls he had raped and sodomized. The guy was incredible.
I suddenly realized that he was getting himself all hot and bothered again, and that I would have to provide a mouth, or an ass or even my virgin cunt for his cock to spew its hot load of endless come into. I was rigid with fear again. His hand was still gripping my head, much harder now.
I remember being fucked in the ass again. My stepfather even tied me spread-eagled to the bed to keep me from running away when he got hungry and went into the kitchen for something to eat.
When he came back, he liked the way I looked, all helpless and tied down like that. The motherfucker had just finished jerking off in my ass, so his big cock was limp again. But that didn't keep the old bastard from humiliating me even more horribly than he had already. He stood up on the bed at my feet, towering over me like a master looking down at a slave who had done something wrong andnow was about to be punished. Before I even realized what he was going to do, he reached down and took hold of his cock and aimed it right at my face. A stream of hot piss jetted out at me. I tried to turn away. The bastard stopped pissing in my face for a minute so that he could reach down with his other hand and smack me hard across the face. "Open your mouth wide, slut," he screamed at me viciously, "and drink my piss or I'll break your fucking jaw." When he had emptied his bladder all over my face and in my mouth, he got himself a beer and sat down to drink it while I lay helplessly tied in a piss-soaked bed, waiting for him to decide what other pleasures he would take from my body before my night-long rape was finally finished....
I didn't have to wait verylong for what he did to me next.
My mother was still not home and he was still horny and drunk after he was through pissing in my face.
He made me get down on all fours and he walked around me. He was inspecting me like a cattle farmer would inspect a prime head of beef.
I was afraid of him and I knew that he could do certain things that could really hurt me for a long time. Brutal things, I mean. He could maybe hit me so hard that I'd never be able to think straight again like the way it happens to boxers that get punch drunk.
He walked around and looked up my ass and spread my ass cheeks really wide and made sure that I was clean and everything and then he started doing even worse things to me. He started to lick and suck my asshole. To tell you the truth I was really scared. Almost too scared to say anything.
So I just kneeled there on all fours and hoped that he wouldn't do anything really crazy.
He started out really slow and easy and then he got harder and harder on me until I thought that I was going to shit in his face. But that never happened. But I did feel like my bowels were going to move or something. His gongue started probing really deep into my asshole and after a while I was bucking and grinding my ass against his face.
It started to feel really good and the sensations that ran through me were great. But the fact that he was giving them to me were making me want to, puke at the same time. My head was swimming with this terrific feeling and after a few minutes he started to move to the front of me.
His mouth started digging into my cunt and he bit at the cunt lips and the clit that was already hard and stiff from before. But this time he was more gentle. He was licking me like he liked the taste and the feel of my cunt in his mouth and the manner in which he did that was certainly exciting. But the fact still remained that it was this almost monster that was doing that to me. I could not reconcile the two things in my own mind.
How could a man that was treating me so brutally just a little while ago be treating me so nice now. It felt so good that I spread my legs wide for his mouth. "You like that, huh?"
I moaned back at him. Letting him know through the noises that I was making with my mouth that I was liking it.
"You little slut," he then said viciously and took a mean bite out of my cunt.
The two sensations of pleasure and then pain was getting more and more confused in my body and mind. They were like two sides of the same coin. One brought the other along just by the fact that it was there.
What I mean is that when it felt good he made me hurt a little. And then, when it felt bad, he's slow down on biting and then just it got to the point where I was liking the both of the feelings at the same time and I didn't care which ones he was doing to me.
My head was swimming by this time.
While he was sucking on my cunt like that he was also grabbing at my tits with his cruel hands. He was squeezing and pulling at the nipples with his fingers and then tearing them almost off my body.
But that too, in its odd way, felt wonderful.
It was a feeling that I could not understand and I begged him for more and more by the time that I was coming.
And believe me, doctor. I did come many times.
I shuddered from head to toe with the feelings that threatened to rip me in two. The fluids that escaped from me coursed down my legs and thighs and he licked them up as they spurted out of me.