Case History 8
SUBJECT: Debbie D. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Of all the cases I have encountered in the course of my study I have found the case of Debbie, fifteen, to be the most unfortunate. And that seemed very tragic, because Debbie was such a kind, friendly girl. She was short, only about five-foot one, with a cute, oval face and very large and expressive round eyes. She was a very thin child, with small, nubile breasts and slim hips.
Debbie would have been an extremely beautiful, sexy girl but for one thing. She had bruises around her eyes and cheeks, and scratch marks on her neck. She also appeared to have been crying and she looked in desperate need of sleep.
When she came into my office she practically collapsed in the patient's chair. I asked her what was wrong, and she began to speak.
"What's wrong? Oh, you name it! Oh, Doctor, everything seems to be wrong. I guess first I should tell you about my home life.
Well, I'm what they call an 'accident.' I imagine you know what an accident is, Doc. That's when your parents have you, but they don't really want you at all.
Well, that's the way it was with me. My mother forgot to take her pill one day or something and, nine months later, there I was.
Why didn't they have an abortion, I'll bet you're wondering. Well, Doc, sometimes I wonder that myself. In fact, most of the time I wish that they had had an abortion. I wish that I'd never even been born!
I asked my mom about it once. I knew I was an accident from the time that I was a little girl. 'God, you brat, I wish I'd never had you!' my mother used to yell at me. So I asked her once why she didn't have an abortion.
And you know what she does? She looks at me real mad, like she's going to kill me, and she tells me, 'Maybe I can still have one!'
And belief it or not, my father is even worse. He hates me more than my mother does!
You know why they hate me? Because I've ruined all their fun. Before I was born, my mother and father used to go all sorts of places and do all sorts of things. They used to take trips and long vacations. They belonged to swingers' clubs and they were always partying.
Suddenly, I came along with all the responsibility that a baby brings with it. Not to mention the fact that I 'ruined' my mother's figure, as she constantly points out to me.
Anyway, I tied them down. And all their friends started to shun them because they had a kid. None of their friends had children.
So from the first minute my mother found out she was pregnant, I was an unwanted, even a hated, commodity. And I've been treated like one my whole life. But it's only really started getting bad lately.
I guess you can see how bruised and battered I am? Well, I'll explain to you how I got that way.
Let me start by telling you about Tim.
Tim's the guy I'm going out with. Or should I say I was going out with. He doesn't come around anymore and I can't say I blame him. I'd do the same thing if I were him. Nobody wants to end up dead. Or worse.
But Tim and I did go out for a pretty long time. I met him last year, at a school dance. It was my first year there, and Tim's last year. I was really impressed with him because he was a senior. When I first got to the dance, I was hoping that he'd ask me to dance.
Well, for a long time the only boys who danced with me were guys my own age. Half of them still had braces on their teeth. Actually, they were pretty goofy. Nothing you'd flip over.
Well, it was getting late and the band was starting to play slow dances. That's when Tim came up to me. I still remember it perfectly.
"Hi, angel-face, wanna dance?" he said.
Well, Doctor, it was love at first sight.
We walked out on the dance floor and put our arms around each other. He held me real tight and I held him back as tight as I could. "The Way We Were" was the song that the band was playing and it was very romantic and all.
I had my head on Tim's shoulder and his hand was lightly stroking my hair. My tits were rubbing up against his chest and I could feel the hard-on in his pants pressing against my leg.
But I didn't mind that at all! In fact, it made me feel good to know that I was turning him on like that. And you know what? It turned me on, too.
Well, when that song was over there were a few others just as slow and romantic, and Tim and I danced them all. And when we danced, we started to rub our bodies closer and closer together. Then he kissed me!
Ohhhh! My whole body shivered like anything when he did that.
And, of course, I kissed him back. Our lips just kind of melted into one another. Our tongues teased each other's and Tim nibbled on my lips and sucked on my tongue. It was fantastic.
And he started to rub his hard-on between my legs. Well, I'd never let anyone do that before, but I was just being swept away! In fact, I started to rub him back! I could feel my pussy getting all wet as he rubbed his erection between my legs.
When the last dance of the evening was over, Tim asked me if I had a ride home. Well, I did. My dad was waiting out in the car for me. They always made me come right home from a dance or a game and they never let me go out.
I guess they figure that if they can't have any fun, then neither can I. They really resent me!
So, getting back to the dance, Tim asks me if I need a lift home. Well, even though I know my dad's waiting for me, I'm not sure what to say. I mean, Tim was the first guy that I'd ever really been interested in or turned on by at all. But then, I knew how pissed-off my father would be if I let a guy drive me home.
So I told Tim that I was being picked up by my father. I saw Tim's face droop, like he was all disappointed. Well, I'd just met him and I didn't want to lose him already, so I told him that if he wanted, we could go out to his car for a little while.
Well, that sure made him feel better!
He put his arm around me and we walked out to his car. We sat down in it and talked for awhile. But I knew my dad was waiting and that I had to hurry and all. So I leaned over and started to kiss Tim.
Well, he sure took the hint.
Let me tell you, Doc, the next few minutes were pretty damned wild!
Tim unbuttoned my shirt while I started to zip down his pants. He slid his hand around me and unsnapped my bra and then he started to feel my titties. Well, my breasts may be small but they sure are sensitive, too. He was squeezing my nipples and running his fingertips from one tit to the other and just plain making me feel fantastically horny!!
And then, before you know it, his hand was inside, under my dress, and I could feel it moving up my thighs toward my pussy!
Well, his fingers started playing around with my pussy. He hooked his fingers around the strap of my panties and started to pull them off. I lifted my hips off the car seat to make it easier for him.
By this time, I had his zipper down and my hand was squeezing Tim's cock. It was throbbing and getting bigger and harder. As he pulled my panties off, I took his cock out of his pants and started to jerk it off, you know, running my fingers up and down the shaft and teasing the cock head.
Meanwhile, his fingers were playing with my clit and finger-fucking my cunt. Mmmmmm! It felt so wonderful! My pussy was getting all warm and dewy and I was getting horny as hell!
I wanted to feel Tim's nice big piece of meat up my snatch!
So I put my hands on Tim's shoulders and kneeled down, facing him, straddling his thighs with his cock right at the entrance to my cunt. He took his hard thing in his hand and guided it in between my pussylips. I settled my ass down right on his pole and the big hard cock slid right up my hole!
Boy! It sure felt fantastic to have that big meat shoved up my twat!
But we were just starting!
I started to move my ass around, and I rose and lowered myself, rotating my hips around his cock. And each time I came down on him, Tim would push up, shoving his cock deep into my pussy.
We fucked like that for about fifteen minutes! We were so hot that we even fogged up all the windows to the car. It was kind of funny to see.
Well, we. came in a little while. Both of us were panting real hard and sweating like anything. But it was terrific.
Then, my heart just about skipped a beat when I remembered that my father was waiting for me in our car!
Real quick. I slipped back on my panties, snapped my bra and buttoned my blouse. I told Tim that I'd see him at school the next day and we kissed each other goodbye.
When I got back to my car, my dad was fuming! He demanded to know where I'd been but I just lied and told him I was helping clean up after the dance, which in a way was true.
Well, that didn't keep him from getting pissed-off, though, and when we got home he slapped me around the room for awhile while my mother stood there, smiling, and watched.
But it wasn't that bad, really. The next day I got to see Tim. I told him the situation-how my parents really hated me and wouldn't let me go out or anything, but he said we'd figure out ways to get around it.
And we did, too. For almost a whole year, I used to sneak around with Tim. We used to ball our brains out, and for the first time in my life I guess I was glad to be alive.
But, of course, you can't sneak around for a whole year without your parents suspecting something. Finally, they got the real bright idea of putting a tape-recorder under my bed. Well, one day I had one of my girlfriends over and I was telling her about Tim. They recorded every word of it, and when they heard the tape, boy, were they mad!!
That's when my troubles really began to start."
At this point, Debbie's first interview concluded.
INTERVIEW TWO
In Debbie's second therapy session T was to discover the hateful acts that her parents were perpetrate upon her.
"Well, Doctor, I came home from school one day and my parents were sitting in the living room, drinking cocktails. They didn't really seem upset. Maybe it was to throw me off. Actually, though, it's probably because they were looking forward to what they were going to do to me!
"Debbie, dear, come in here and sit down, your father and I would like to have a few words with you if you don't mind," my mother said.
Well, right off I kind of had the feeling of what they wanted to talk about, and I was scared. In fact, I'd just come home from balling Tim over at a friend's of his house.
The moment I sat down, my father pulled out the tapes. He looked very clever, very evil. I knew right away what was on them.
"Do you know what these are?" he asked.
"No," I lied.
"Well, then, I'll tell you," my father continued. "We hid a tape recorder under your bed and recorded you talking to your friend. It seems you've been seeing a boy named Tim behind our backs. Not only have you been seeing him, but you've been sleeping with him!"
"You had no right to bug my room!! " I yelled.
"We're your parents. We had every right!" he told me.
"And," my mother added, "you are going to be punished severely for being such a deceitful young, brat of a child!"
Well, I didn't know what they had in mind.
If I did, I might have run faster. But anyway, I was in no mood to stick around so I started to leave. But my father jumped up and smacked me real hard, right across the face, with the palm of his hand. He knocked me clear across the room, he hit me so hard. God! Did it hurt.
Then my mother jumped up and started shrieking at me. She threw her hands around my neck and started strangling me. I could feel it as her fingernails dug into my neck!
Oh! It was so painful.
But that was nothing compared to what they did next!
My father picked me up and carried me off to my parents bedroom. It was already set up like a torture chamber, just waiting for a captive victim. The victim, needless to say, was going to be me!
There were four long, black leather straps tied to their bed, one to each corner. Each strap had a loop at the end that could be tightened. What they did was, they stripped all of my clothes off of me-I mean, actually ripped them to shreds-and then they put my in those straps so that I was lying spread-eagled on the bed. I was so scared by then that I could hardly breathe! My heart must have been going a million miles a second! I pulled and strained to get loose, but they had me tied too tight to even move.
Then both of my parents left the room for a few minutes. At first I thought they were just going to leave me lying there, all tied up. That really worried me. I didn't want to be just left there, all bound up, helpless, like that!
But it would have been a blessing!
Because, next thing my parents came back into the room wearing these weird costumes! My father was completely naked except he was wearing a black leather hood with holes cut for the eyes, the nose and the mouth, and he was wearing these mean-looking black leather gloves and a black belt with metal studs in it.
My mother was wearing a black leather girdle with holes cut for the tits and the cunt. She had on a long pair of leather boots, too.
Each of them had a whip!
I started to scream, but my father took care of that. He pulled out a gag-a ball-gag, he called it. I guess that's because it had a red-rubber ball that he fit into my mouth and it was attached to a black strap that tied behind my head and held the ball in place.
He shoved that ball deep in my mouth and tied it tight.
"Now, you little bitch," my father said, "we're going to punish you for making our lives so miserable!"
Then they started to whip me! They took turns hitting me, so that there was hardly one instant when I didn't feel a sharp whip biting into my skin. They whipped me on my tits, especially on my nipples, and that hurt most of all. My mother really seemed to enjoy whipping me over my thighs and my cunt.
Oh, God, Doctor, it hurt more than I can even tell!
Each time I felt that hard leather slap against me, a sharp, burning pain flashed up and down my body. It felt like daggers were stabbing into me, or hot knives!
I tried to scream but I couldn't because of the gag! And the ropes holding me down kept my prisoner.
Finally, they'd had their fill of whipping. My body was covered with long red marks where the whip had hit me. Well, I never get a tan-my body is always lily white-and those whip marks really stood out!
Doctor, I'm so terrified of them I'm scared to tell anybody what they do to me. I had to even sneak over here to see you.
Oh, Doc! I feel so helpless!"