Case History 5
SUBJECT: Nadine C. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Nadine C. was sent to me by her parents when she suffered a nervous breakdown at a girls' boarding school in Massachusetts where she had been enrolled for six months.
She was an exquisite specimen of young female pulchritude. She was of Nordic extraction and had the beautiful blonde hair commonly associated with the Scandanavian people. It was like spun flax, or like melting butter. She had pale blue eyes and a halo of innocence seemed to follow her wherever she moved.
Nadine's story is without a doubt the most shocking I have heard in many years of observing sexual aberrations.
The transcript of interview should educate as effectively as it shocks.
Doctor, I am so grateful to you for making time for me in your busy schedule. I have been home three weeks since the dreadful incident, and I have still not recovered. The horror remains vivid in my mind, and I have suffered many sleepless nights. I am appalled at the cruelty of the world. It is a wicked place, Doctor, especially for a vulnerable young girl. It is ironic to me that people speak of the inhumanity of man. Why do they not admonish against the cruelty of women, and the inhumanity of little girls?
I never wanted to go away to school, but my parents thought it would be good for me to absorb an atmosphere different from our home. They did not realize that I was far too young to be taken from the nest.
My first week at school was miserable. I thought I would recover in time from my hopeless attack of homesickness, which plunged me into a pit of dispair. I was confident that I would adjust in time, although I did not know then what I would have to adjust to.
It was obvious from the start that all the girls despised me. I was hated by one and all.
At first, they resented me because I was pretty. Not that all the girls at school were ugly. Not at all. But whenever you assemble three hundred girls in one place there are bound to be a number of stupid ones, a number of ugly ones, and so forth. Of course, some of the girls were fat and resented my beautiful slender body, which is ample only in one place, as you can see see for yourself, I suppose, Doctor. Yes, I have large wonderful tits, especially for a girl as young as I am. My tits began to blossom when I twelve. Now I am fourteen and they have not stopped. I have no idea how much more they will grow, but I hope that they will not become too large. I know that it is exciting to men for a woman to have large breasts, but for the woman herself it can be a trial. My mother's breasts are so large that she must sleep with a brassiere. Otherwise it is far too uncomfortable for her to he in bed.
Needless to say my knockers were the biggest and most beautiful in the school, and all the girls resented me. They were jealous also of my beautiful silky blonde hair, my mysterious and seductive blue eyes.
As the term progressed, Doctor, it became even worse. The girls soon realized that I was an excellent student and the darling of all the teachers, although I did nothing to cultivate this distinction. When they noticed that I spent little time studying and attained high grades with ease, well, as you can imagine, I became number one on everybody's shit list.
During the week we all had to dress in uniform, but on weekends we could wear our own clothes when we went into town. My parents are comfortably wealthy and are indulgent, as I am their only child, and they buy me lovely clothes. Naturally this added to my unpopularity, as did the knowledge, which spread rapidly, that my parents sent me a generous check each week for pocket money.
Of all the girls at school my only friend was Jacqueline, who had all the reason in the World to loathe me more than any of the other girls. Until my arrival in the fall, Jacqueline had been considered the loveliest girl in the school. She was tall and elegantly slender. In Jacqueline's case, Doctor, I fear that her beautifully thin body was due to under-nourishment, rather than female vanity, as she came from a family of modest means. In fact, she was a very poor girl and could attend Miss Merkin's School for girls only through the generosity of the scholarship endowment.
For this reason, rather than my superior beauty, Jacqueline had cause to hate me. Instead, she was my only friend and confidante. There was no similiarity in our looks. I am petite, Jacqueline is a young woman of stature. I am voluptuous, she is nearly emaciated, although the effect of her severe thinness is chic and lovely. I am blonde, and Jacqueline has dark satiny hair. Her hair is so dark that it is almost ebony, and its lustrous sheen seems to reflect all colors at once.
Jacqueline was my only comfort during the first few months of school. I took pity on her poverty and often treated her to a pastry or a capuccino, or something thoughtful, when we went into town together. Later, when I began to confide in her, telling her of my misery at school, I began to buy her little presents, some perfume, a music box, trinkets of my affection, because she was my best friend in the world and I loved her like a sister.
After a few months we became lovers. It just simply happened one night. I went into Jacqueline's room, weeping over some cruelty I had suffered from one of the girls. I cannot now remember what it was, it seems so long ago.
Jacqueline soothed my anguish at once. She took me in her arms and stroked my long blonde hair, telling me how lovely I was and how I should not bother being distressed over the cruelty of spiteful girls who resented me because I was lovelier and brighter than they could ever wish to be.
From my long silky hair Jacqueline drifted her hand to one of my large ripe tits and began to caress it. She wrapped her soft palm around my breast and flicked the nipple gently and playfully with her finger tip. The previous weekend Jacqueline and I had gone to the beauty parlor together and Jacqueline had been enchanted with the long painted nails of the beautifully coiffed women. Jacqueline had said that she wanted to have nails as beautiful as those she saw. Jacqueline, poor creature, had been biting her nails for years, from nerves, I suppose, and there was nothing that the manicurist could do with them. I bought her a set of lovely orange colored artificial fingernails, which she wore constantly. She adored them, and when she teased my nipples I too adored them and was happy I had made a present of them to her. They felt glorious on my nipples, which stiffened instantly, thrilling to her touch.
Jacqueline did not stop at my nipples. She lowered her hands and slipped a finger into my pussy, shocking me with sudden pleasure. With her other hand she explored my moist vulva folds and strummed my excited clit with the tips of her fingers, teasing it lightly with the long beautiful fingernails.
In no time at all we were naked, stripped down to our glistening beavers, and wrapped lovingly in each other's arms. Our long beautiful legs were intertwined on the bed, locked in our passion.-We had no trouble finding each other's excited little clits and bumping them blissfully together.
We pressed our breasts together, feeling our excited nipples. Jacqueline seized my left tit, I her right, and we rubbed our beautiful breasts together, making our nipples dance over each other's fleshy orbs, swooning with utter delight and rapture.
Jacqueline could not keep her mouth from the dripping fountain between my legs. In a flash her tongue was in my pussy, scooping out the luxurious flow of my sweet girlish perfume.
She buried her lovely face in my blonde crotch, gulping the nectars of my passion. I flowed and flowed into her mouth, and her tongue probed further into my pussy, thrilling me with her magic. She excited me to peaks of pleasure I had not known life could offer. As her tongue sought out every corner of my pussy, my hole seemed to become a labyrinth of delight. Fragrances poured from my hole and I became excited by my own patchouli as well as by Jacqueline's exqusite tongue.
Her tongue was such magic that my perfume would not stop flowing, and my juices flamed from my hole, treating Jacqueline to ever new tastes.
Her mouth loved my cunt so blissfully that I wanted to treat her to the same pleasure.
I lowered my face into her heated groin and began to treat her as lovingly as she was treating me. We lay together on Jacqueline's bed, her tongue in my cunt, mine in hers. We kissed, caressed, gulped and gobbled each other's swooning flesh, feasting our mouths on our beauty.
Jacqueline's womanly oasis was perfection. She had a lovely hole. It was warm and gooey, and it manufactured heavenly honey. Her syrup was pure ambrosia and I lapped it eagerly, wanting every drop of her precious wine. It flowed in abundance from her hot hole and I was the glutton at the trough of her cunt, soothing my sorrow with her sweetness.
My anguish seemed to disappear in her cunt.
I was so lost in the enchantment of Jacqueline's pussy, so intoxicated by unadulterated lust, that I did not notice that she had taken her face from my pussy, and that there was no tongue in my flowing hole.
Before I realized what she was doing, Jacqueline had tied my hands together.
"What are you doing?" I asked, more amused than shocked.
"Let me tie you to my bed, my darling. Let me enjoy your beautiful body in bondage. I want to spank your beautiful little buns and your big wonderful tits," Jacqueline whispered, as though she were ashamed to utter such naughty desires.
"Do you promise that you won't hurt me, that you won't be rough?" I asked, confident that Jacqueline would respect my limits.
"Of course, my darling. I don't want to hurt you. I want only to worship you in an even more delightful way."
I let Jacqueline bind me to the bed, and it was delightful. It was rapturous.
Jacqueline cut the sheet with scissors and tied my limbs to the bed with the shards of fabric. It was light, playful bondage, and we both adored it.
Little did I know that it would not be playful for long.
That night I will remember as long as I live as one of the sweetest and most joyous times of my life. Jacqueline and I made wonderful feminine love like to angels straying from heaven, two heretics who found greater divinty and enchantment. Perhaps we sinned, perhaps heaven would not let us in, but paradise consumed us.
She devoured my pussy and strummed my clit with her magic fingers and made me swoon and tremble with overwhelming ecstasy. My loins melted, exploded and collapsed time and again with passion that peaked at pinnacles unknown.
We loved together all night. It was tender and tempestuous, slow and frenetic, innocent and depraved. It was everything at once.
Jackie devoured my pussy, and I gulped her hot juices when she banged her crotch into my face, pulling my hair toward her body and forcing my mouth to drain all her hot flow. I probed her steaming pussy with my tongue and flicked her quivering red clit with my fingers, teasing her passion berry with all the cunning I could command.
I pressed my lips against her clit and kissed it over and over, until her body trembled with joy.
Jacqueline gasped and roared with delight, and her entire body convulsed as I sucked her pussy and thrilled her clit with the magic fingers of my bound hands.
I used my entire face on Jacqueline's groin, my lips, my cheekbones, my eye lashes and my nose. Each part of my beauty seemed to find a role to play in my dedicated service. to Jacqueline's cunt. When I slipped my nose into her dripping box she moaned with wild animal pleasure, and when my long eyelashes batted against the lips of her pussy she squealed with joy. My tongue danced on her clit and coerced involuntary screams of ecstasy from her lust-simmering body.
We could not stop swooning and discharging and coming. Our pussies dripped all night into each other's mouths, and out clits would not stop their tiny caprioles under the teasing attentions of our tongues and fingers. We had radiant sex all through the night, abandoned to the divine daze of our lust. We were astonished when we looked out the window and saw the sun high in the sky. How long had it been there, we wondered, how had we been so absorbed by the flames of our bodies as not to notice the fire of the sun?
We looked at the clock by Jacqueline's bed and were alarmed. We had enjoyed sex for hours and were already late for our morning class. We dressed hurridly, giggling at our shamelessness, and rushed to class.
It was like that for several days, Doctor. We made love every night, melting in each other's embrace.
I knew that Jacqueline received nasty comments from the other girls, who did not want me to have a friend in the world, much less such a lovely one as Jacqueline. Until she had been so bold as to befriend me, she had been beloved by everyone in the school. But her association with me, even though no one knew the depth of its intimacy, made her less popular with the other girls. In fact, it was catastrophic to her reputation.
I suppose that it is for this reason, Doctor, that my beloved Jacqueline suddenly turned against me. She did something that was unspeakable.
INTERVIEW TWO
When she began to tell the second part of her tale, poor little Nadine burst into tears. I had to comfort her, stroking her hair and drying her eyes. She sat on my lap and sobbed. Words were not enough to console her. She left my office stall shuddering, anguished by her recollection.
The next week she returned to my office and told me the shattering conclusion of her story. Here it is, in her own words.
You know what they say, Doctor, about honeymoons never lasting. Well, it's true, at least as far as Jacqueline and I were concerned. Obviously, her popularity with the other girls was more important to her than her love for me. I have been crippled by this for life. Her disloyality has devastated me. Nothing is as heartbreaking, Doctor, as betrayal.
One night I tiptoed across the hall to Jacqueline's bedroom and found the door locked. I knocked once, and again, and I heard whispering inside.
I heard a sibilant whisper, someone saying, "Shusssh!"
My heart pirouetted in my breast, beating plagently, killing me with sorrow. Jacqueline was not alone, she was eating another girl's pussy, giving her loving lips and her warm womanly showers to another. I felt sick at the betrayal, and walked dejectedly back to my own room, not caring who saw my tears or gloated at my misery.
Oddly, it had sounded as though more than two people were in Jacqueline's room. In fact, I had thought I heard many voices, whispering evilly together. The idea of Jacqueline engaging in a lesbian orgy made my heart plunge even deeper into a pit of loneliness and dispair.
I felt that all the world had betrayed me. Jacqueline had been the sweetest thing in my life, the only joy, the only relief from my constant melancholy, and now she no longer cared if I lived or died.
You can have no idea how utterly despondent I felt, Doctor. I had utterly nothing to live for.
I lay on my bed, sobbing into my pillow. I know that I cried for hours, and then I heard my doorknob turn.
"Jacqueline," I whispered in the darkness, certain it was she, and willing to forgive her anything, if only she would take me in her arms, lick my clit and soothe my pain.
The door opened and suddenly three bodies rushed into the darkness of my room.
It was so dark that I could not recognize their faces. I saw only their vague silhouettes. They were dark and threatening. Then a fourth figure entered the room, somehow separate from the rest, and I recognized her immediately. Even in total darkness I would always recognize Jacqueline. Blindfolded and deaf I would feel her aura shining through my skin. "Do you have it, Jacqueline," one of the voices asked. I recognized the voice to be Jennifer's. Jennifer hated me as vehemently as almost any girl in the school.
"Yes," I heard Jacqueline's beloved voice, "I had to sneak into the infirmiry and I almost awakened the matron. She would have reported me if she had caught me stealing it."
"Don't worry about it Jacqueline," one of the other girls said, "you haven't been caught." I recognized this voice too. It was Marilyn's voice, and Marilyn, who hardly had any tits at all, hated me even more than Jennifer.
"And I'll take it back when you're finished, Jacqueline. We have all agreed on our parts in this game and I'll carry through with mine. But I want the satisfaction of giving it to her," the third and final voice said.
Terror filled my body. I had no idea yet of their plans, but I knew that I was in jeopardy. The third voice belonged to Hazel who hated me more than anyone in the world. Hazel was a vicious girl. Everyone had to like her, or pretend to, because she was a spiteful bitch who would do anything to anyone who annoyed her. She was also the most notorious dyke on campus. Hazel kept dildoes in her locker and even the sisters did not dare to discipline her. She raped little girls who would not willingly go to bed with her. Hazel didn't care whether someone wanted to please her or not, she only demanded that she be pleased.
She was a ruthless, evil and totally vile girl. Her mere presence in my room made me want to vomit. I abhorred her.
"Turn on the light," Hazel demanded, "I want to enjoy this visually."
One of the girls turned on the harsh overhead light and I then saw what Jacqueline had stolen from the infirmary.
The sight of it was so ghastly and obscene that I gagged. I felt the reflex of retching in my gut, but it was simply the dry heaves of disgust.
I knew that my beloved Jacqueline had conspired with these three merciless witches to force an enema upon me.
The ugly bag was empty. I noticed this and so did the other girls.
"Why the hell didn't you fill it, Jacqueline?" Hazel asked, obviously unable to wait for the pleasure of humiliating me.
"Because we have to bind her first, Hazel. We have to tie her up so she can't move, and gag her so that she can't scream."
"Yeah, I wonder why she hasn't screamed yet," Marilyn said in her throaty voice, lurching toward my face to cover my mouth with her hand.
"She must be too frightened to think," Hazel said, grinning at the accuracy of her appraisal.
"Keep your hand on her mouth, Marilyn, while Jennifer and Hazel tie her to the bed. While you girls tie her up and gag her I'll go boil some water." Jacqueline said. She was obviously enthusiastic about this demented project.
"Don't bother to boil it. The bath water runs very hot," Hazel said, taking a coil of twine from the pocket of her dressing gown.
"That's right. The bath water will be hot enough," Marilyn said, agreeing with Hazel.
"All right," Jacqueline said, "bath water it will be, piping hot."
My beloved but wicked Jacqueline disappeared and I heard the bath water running in the bathroom across the hall.
Hazel and Jennifer worked on my arms and legs, binding them painfully to the foot and head of my bed with the twine. I could feel it cutting into my soft flesh, causing me acute agony.
Marilyn kept her hand pressed hard against my mouth. By this time I had recovered from the initial horror and was trying to scream through Marilyn's hand. But she pressed too hard against my lips. Not only was I unable to utter a sound, I was unable to breathe. If I did not die of fright or pain, it would be death by suffocation. And, if by some miracle, I did not die from lack of oxygen, I would die of shame and degradation when the conspiring girls flooded my body with the steaming water of the enema.
I tried to bite Marilyn's hand, but she was undaunted. She only pressed more mercilessly against my mouth, and I could taste her palm. Her pressure was so great that I could not move my jaws to bite her. I gasped through my nostils, dying for breath.
Lying helplessly on my bed I head the water pouring from the bathtub. In my mind's eyes I could see the steam filling the bathroom like a haze in hell.
Jacqueline returned with the enema. The bag was bloated with water, and she carried in a towel, like a cook taking a white hot caserole from the oven and holding it in a potholder. I knew that it was as hot as hell.
"Is she all ready?" Jacqueline asked, "is she bound and helpless."
"She's trapped to this bed like a baby in the womb," Hazel said, "there is nothing she can do to save herself."
"Good," Jacqueline said, hanging the enema from a clothes hook on my closet door.
Marilyn, her hand over my mouth, snickered, and Jennifer, tightening the twine around my helplessly spread legs, giggled. The expression on Hazel's face was obscene. I could not even look at Jacqueline.
Hazel touched the swollen enema bag with the tip of her fingers and drew them quickly away.
"Shit, that's hot. Good job, Jacqueline," she grinned.
I felt panic in my pussy and fear throughout my entire body. I was shaking with fear, breaking out into a cold sweat. The four vicious girls, who were rapidly resembling harridans to my horrified eyes, leered and grinned and giggled obscenely.
I felt fear, loathing, hatred and rage. And it had only begun.
"I get to give her this enema," Hazel said, like a shrew would had been goosed for the first time in a thousand years and loved it.
Hazel uncoiled the hose of the enema and stretched it out on the mattress, running it up toward my asshole.
She taunted my eyes with the nozzle. I would not give her the satisfaction of acknowledging it, and I shut my eyes as tight as I could, blocking out the nightmare that was being enacted in the harsh light of my bedroom.
My contrived blindness did nothing to protect me from the physicality of the atrocity. Hazel forced the enema nozzle through the puckering lips of my anus, invading my vulnerable hole.
I closed my eyes tight, feeling the pressure of Marilyn's hand lessen on my mouth as someone, I did not see who, gagged me with a towel.
"Push it all the way in to her," I heard Jennifer hiss, "and start squirting the hot water into her body. Nadine is such a cunt that she deserves the hottest enema in the world. Let's made her explode like a volcano."
I felt the water flowing into my ass. It was so hot I thought I would burn to ashes. It burned the senstive lining of my asshole and stormed into my body, filling my bowels. Then it seemed to occupy every inch of my body, forcing its way into the core of my being. I felt nothing but the stinging burn of the hot, almost boiling water, and the gut-wrenching pain of the unnatural liquid stretching my stomach and pressing against ever organ. My little uterus seemed to be in flames, there was pressure on my bladder and my cunt felt as though someone had struck a match in it.
"Pity we didn't think to get some gasoline for this," Hazel said, not a bit. facetious. I believe that she truly would have killed me if she thought she could get away with it.
"Next time," a voice said, and it was Jacqueline. Not yet finished with the first torture, my beloved Jacqueline was already planning the encore. The scheming of her evil and betraying mind made the pain in my body all the more excruciating.
I felt betrayed and utterly humiliated. I could not live through this.
"Look at the way her body is bloating up," Jennifer said, "look at how big she's getting in the stomach. She looks like a pregnant pig."
"The bag is almost empty," Marilyn said.
I could have told her that with my eyes closed. I felt more horrible than I ever have in my life. The pain and discomfort was more horrid than anything I have ever felt. I wished from the bottom of my heart fates worse than death for all the wicked girls who were abusing me. I prayed to God that they would suffer perditions beyond even the divine imagination. I loathed them with the blackest passion in the universe.
I wanted to scream. I had to, but I could not. I could not scream or move. I was paralyzed by the painful twine and by the indignity of my torment.
"All right, it's empty," Hazel said approvingly, "now let's get down to some real fun."
"You said it, honey," Jennifer said, her voice sibilant with the unmistakable hiss of spite and lust.
I could not bear to contemplate what they planned next. Already they had caused me suffering beyond endurance.
I felt pubic hair on my chin and hands working at the knot in the towel that rendered me speechless.
"Be careful, Hazel, she might scream," Marilyn said.
"She'll be sorry if she does. Do you have the matches, Jennifer."
"Of course, I wouldn't overlook so important a detail," Jennifer replied sarcastically.
"Good! If she utters one peep, strike the match and burn her clit! Do you hear me? I said one peep."
"My pleasure," Jennifer said.
I felt Hazel's hand against my cheek, slapping me hard. She had untied the knotted towel and my mouth was free, but I knew I dare not scream. I dare not utter a peep. I knew that the feeling of flame on clit would kill me, that I would lose control of my body, become incontinent and release all the hot water that was killing my bloated body. I wanted to release it, but I couldn't bear to do it in front of these tormenting bitches.
As I felt the towel fall from my face I heard the striking of a match. I pressed my eyes shut, as tight as I could.
Then I heard Hazel's obscene barking voice.
"Open your mouth and eat me!" she said, forcing her groin, exposed through her now open robe, against my resisting lips.
"And make her open her eyes," Jennifer hissed, "so she can see everything she tastes. We don't want her to miss any sensual delights."
"Good idea," Hazel said. She slapped my cheeks with her hand, "open your eyes bitch, so you can feast them on everything that's going on."
"No, I won't look at this. I won't acknowledge it." I protested.
"Won't acknowledge it!" Hazel said, furious, "did you all hear that, girls? The little bitch doesn't want to acknowledge this."
"Hard to believe," Marilyn simpered, "but she's going to have to acknowledge it; she's going to have to acknowledge the enema, and she's going to have to acknowledge Jacqueline eating my cunt and Jennifer eating Jacqueline's."
"That's right, Marilyn. And shell have to acknowledge you licking my ass while she eats my pussy. Poor little thing. Just think of all that she has to endure. Shall we all cry for her, girls?"
I heard a chorus of snickers in the room.
"Open your eyes, cunt!" Hazel snapped, pushing her pussy against my lips. Her smelly cunt dripped on my face. Her hot flow coated my chin. Instinctively, I recoiled.
My hands and legs were bound to the bed in twine, and I could do nothing to prevent myself from being force fed Hazel's disgusting cunt. Nor could I defend myself against the brutal slaps on the face, and the bellowing instructions to open my eyes and view the ghastly sights in all their lurid vividity.
I had to do as I was told. I opened my eyes and saw a writhing mass of almost undifferentiated female flesh. Breasts, beaver, buttocks, all bouncing and grinding, frolicking obscenely on my bed, on the floor, pressed against the walls of my bedroom, which had suddenly become a chamber of horrors.
I saw Hazel's lewd grin as she pushed her crotch toward my face. She pulled me forward by the hair, making me dig my nose in her vile cunt odors. She commanded me to work with my tongue inside her gutter. Reluctantly, I did as ordered, and delved my tongue into her ditch. I tasted the salty sticky slime of her hole, and thought instantly of tuna fish on someone's breath. But Hazel was not a fish; she was a piranha. Even though I was doing the eating, I could imagine that she was the devourer. He cunt had teeth and claws and she was sucking me into it. Her cunt a vacuum with a guillotine hidden somewhere in its dirty depths. I was certain that my tongue would be castrated.
But the sight of Jacueline was even worse than the taste of Hazel's box. The turpitude of the scene was horrendous. Jacqueline was straddling my knees, and Jennifer, kneeling on the floor, was lapping at Jacqueline's cunt, while Jacqueline bent over to gobble Marilyn's pussy.
Under the harsh overhead light I could see all the lurching, humping, gobbling female flesh. I could heard the gulping sounds of mouths devouring hot streaming pussy flow, and I could hear the involuntary sounds of my own mouth eating Hazel's box with sheer contempt.
But more than anything else I could feel the hot water stretching my insides to a bursting point. It bloated my bowels and I could feel hellish pressure everywhere. The hot water seemed to rip my uterus apart, killing me with pain in my cunt, my clit, every sensitive part of my little body. Even my titties seemed about to erupt with the horrid and unnatural pressure of the enema.
The four other girls did not care about my agony; it only added to their perverse pleasure. They gobbled each other's fragrant female flesh, bumping their boobs against one another, grinding their beavers, and gulping greedily on the wafting perfumes that came from each other's pussies.
Hazel rammed her body into my face, smacking her clit against my lips and my tongue was locked in the trap of her cunt. I wiggled my tongue in the hot hole, as Hazel insisted I do, and I recoiled in revulsion, knowing that I was giving the bitch more pleasure than she deserved.
"I'm going to come, Oh, Jesus Christ! Shit! I'm going to pop my rocks right now!!" Hazel hissed like a snake lured from a murky basket. I knew that the slimy bitch was exploding between her thrashing legs.
"Me, too!" Marilyn said, her cunt full of Jacqueline's tongue.
The sight of Jacqueline's lovely face in Marilyn's dirty ditch made the pain of the enema double.
I knew that I had to run, to flee, to shit, to pee. It was dreadful. I was in physical agaony, mental anguish, and spiritual despair. I knew that I would die of pain and shame if this horror did not end.
'Ahh," Hazel groaned obscenely, thrashing her groin one final time into my face, making my tongue receive her vile hole. She smacked her bush against my face and her hot juices splashed out, splurting over me, as though someone had broken an egg on my face.
Jennifer, fingering her own clit while she devoured Jacqueline's cunt, clit and asshole with her tongue, lips and fingers, sighed passionately. I could see the dazed, flushed expression on her face. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blank and glassy with lust. She looked rapturous, but someone oddly bovine, as though she were inhuman.
"I'm coming," she moaned, stabbing her clit with her fingers.
Hazel pushed my face forward with the back of her hand and made my tongue dance on her clit, giving her post orgasmic pleasure. She was such an excessive monster.
All the girl's had come but Jacqueline, who was teasing Marilyn's cunt, giving it the anti climactic joy I was forced to give Hazel. Marilyn had come like a pig. Jacqueline's tongue had coaxed her to climax, and she had been eating Hazel's asshole while I gulped the girl's gruesome gash.
Jacqueline straddled my knees and looked over her shoulder into my astonished eyes. She could clearly see the agony, the panic and contempt on my young face. There was almost no expression on her face, and she was perfectly still and silent, as Jennifer, who had already come herself, continued patiently to work on Jacqueline's cunt, trying to force it to come.
Jennifer did all she could, digging into Jacqueline's cunt with her probing tongue and teasing the tiny red clit with her fingers. But Jacqueline registered nothing.
Suddenly, Jacqueline pushed Hazel away from my mouth and off the bed. Hazel watched in astonishment as Jacqueline straddled my bound and brutalized body, pushing her cunt into my mouth.
"Eat me!" she said. Her tone was at once familiar and foreign, affectionate and contemptuous.
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into Jacqueline's cunt, which tasted far better than Hazel's. Had I not been stuffed to the bursting point with the vile enema, I might even have enjoyed the warmth of Jacqueline's sweet meat and her simmering juices. But I was bound in twine and in utter torment. The enema was killing me, still hot and unbearably inside my tortured body.
Jacqueline gyrated her pelvis, humping my face, moving her pussy up and down on my probing tongue, coaxing her clit to climax.
"Yes ... oh, darting ... YES!" she moaned, her body trembling against me.
She had come, bumping her body against my face. She had called me darling, yet she had conspired with these wicked girls to degrade me in the shabbiest and most humiliating lurid way. I both loved and hated her.
All the girls had usurped their ecstasy from my torment. They had plunged me into hell and had leapt from my bound body to their shocking heavens. They were shameless. Each one was an anathema on the wicked earth.
Finally, they untied the twine and allowed me to run to the toilet. I nearly slipped on the cold floor of the corridor, and again on the slippery tile of the bathroom, before I made my way to safety. It would have been catastrophic if I had slipped. A puddle would have spread out on the floor, and I would have had to clean up the unsavory discharges of my own body. I would have had to wallow in the quagmire of my shit.
In a flash I blasted all the pestilential bane into the toilet. Never has a mere receptacle been such a friend. In fact, after Jacqueline's heartless betrayal I felt that the toilet was nicer than anything or anyone on earth.
The torrents of confined liquid and matter streamed from my body through the tiny canal of my tight little asshole. The force of pouring was unnatural, a bit painful, but it was a wondrous release. I would have gone through any agony to purge my body of the foul degradation it had been forced to contain, while the depraved girls performed their unspeakable acts of lust in front of me.
The feeling of release was so glorious that I had an orgasm. That is, I think I did. I cannot be certain because I was heaving so helplessly, feeling so alone, so lost and betrayed.
I never spoke to any of those girls again, and after the episode, Doctor, I could not think of anything else. I dwelled on it obviously, ruminating upon my mortification. I could not read or think or prepare for exams; I could not write papers. I began to fail in all my classes, and there was harsh pressure on me from all sides. Everyone seemed to demand that I do this, do that, and excell at everything. I fell apart. I broke open. I could not function.
Doctor, you must help me. I cannot live with this feeling. I must salvage my life from the devastation of this incident. Please, I beg you, help me.