Case History 6
SUBJECT: Diane Jane F. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Diane Jane F. is the only daughter of a wealthy family. She has been pampered all her life, as a result of which she is a baffling young woman. In some ways she is frighteningly mature for her seventeen years, in others she is immaturity personified.
She is a dark beauty, with dark eyes, sultry lips, dark shadows under her prominent cheekbones, and long hair like black velvet. She is also a brilliant young woman, and it was a joy to hear her story, despite the trembling of her beautiful body and the quavering of her throaty voice. She was nervous and on edge throughout our interviews, which are given below in transcript form.
I realize now that my mother was right: I should not have married my cousin Egor. We are not suited for each. That's all there is to it.
When I announced my plans, Mother did her best to dissuade me. We went to a ladies' lunch, arriving at one and not leaving until almost five-thirty. Mother lavished me with every possible argument against the marriage. She gave me a list of Egor's faults, arranging them meticulously so that each new mention seemed more drastic than the one before.
But I was obstinate, Doctor. When Mother would not give her consent I went ahead and married Egor without it. Mother was crushed.
Our marriage was heaven at first. We were the perfect beautiful young married people. It was the first time either of us had ever lived away from home, and we loved it. We felt like young rebels. It didn't hurt that both of our fathers had died and left us tidy sums of money. We did not have a worry in the world.
Or so we thought. At least I did. I was innocent and, I suppose, unobservant; I did not know that Egor was a fiend.
Our bliss continued for six months. We thrived on our love. It began to go sour one afternoon when I was lunching with Daphne, one of my oldest friends.
Daphne is a darling and I adore her, but she has a streak of cynicism that is all too common among women who are rich, idle and bored. She is catty and loves gossip, the more malicious it is, the more she adores it. Daphne is never so happy as when she gloats over the misfortunes of others, even if they happen to be her dearest friends.
In the way that is typical of women, Daphne asked me if I knew about Egor and Amanda. She phrased the vicious gossip in such a way as to make it seem that she was doing me a favor by telling me. At first, I made it clear that I did not even want to hear so ridiculous a story, but the thought so appalled me that finally I had to beg her for the details. Amanda is my best friend in life, and I could not accept the idea of her betraying me so cheaply.
Daphne told me that it was absurd, that everyone seemed to know but me. It was scandalous she said. They had been meeting every afternoon for cocktails, kissing in public places and carrying on brazenly. Daphne reported that Egor kept a room at the Hotel Pierre for their illicit redezvous.
I was bothered about this for days, but did not have the nerve to confront Egor. If it was just gossip I would feel so foolish confronting him, whereas if it were true, and everybody knew about it, I could not show my face in public. I was absolutely mortified, Doctor.
As Amanda was my best friend in life I felt that I could ask her gently if this horror were true. Or I could finagle information from her deviously.
As it turned out, I was so distressed by the possibility of Egor's betraying me with Amanda that when we met I simply asked Amanda outright if it were true. She smiled wistfully and said that it was the most malicious thing she had ever heard and that it was shocking that Daphne had lied to me so shabbily.
Amanda told me that everybody knew that Egor was carrying on with Daphne! She explained she had not told me because she had believed the affair would wear out, that Egor would have his little fling and return to me, and that I need never know about his lapse.
I did not know which of my two friends to believe. Amanda and Daphne had been my intimates for years.
At first I thought of disguising myself and following Egor wherever he went, following him to the place where he met his lover, whether it be Amanda or Daphne. But I decided that such a masquerade was beneath my dignity. The only way I could find out was by having a party, inviting both Amanda and Daphne and watching the chemistry between them and my husband. By this test I would learn the truth.
As luck would have it, Egor was planning a large party for my seventeenth birthday and I did not have to make any arrangements. Both Amanda and Daphne, among others, were invited.
Everyone came to the party and it went on forever. Egor was lovely to me. Everyone was lovely to me. Everyone looked handsome and beautiful and happy.
By two o'clock in the morning most of the guests had left. A few remained, drinking and dancing, and two couples stole away from the fun to have fun of their own; when I went out for a breath of air, I saw two couples fucking on the terrace.
The sight and sounds of them got me hot, and I felt my pussy dripping between my legs. Not only between my legs, but down them as well. I decided I had better look for Egor and make him give me my birthday fuck.
As I returned from the terrace, Amanda was slipping into her coat and saying goodnight to everyone. I had not observed any extraordinary chemistry between her and Egor.
As I kissed her goodnight, Amanda whispered in my ear that Egor and Daphne were in the guest room. I could not believe it! However, neither Egor nor Daphne was anywhere in sight.
Smiling broadly at all my guests I said that I was tired, that it had been a lovely party, that we would have another soon, but that this was it for tonight. Politely, they all took the rather blatant hint, put on their coats and disappeared into the night.
The apartment was empty and I felt indeed that the party was over. I walked toward the guest room and pressed my ear against the door. I heard moans and grunts of animal pleasure.
I recognized the grunts as Egor's, and the moans were obviously Daphne's.
I walked out on the terrace and crouched outside the window of the guest room. I could see through the almost transparent curtains the sight of Egor humping Daphne's spread legs.
They were naked on the small bed. I saw Daphne's legs in the air, Egor pounding his huge cock into the hole between them, and his hands squeezing her naked tits.
Seeing them fucking so wildly made my already dripping pussy flood with lust. I could not take my eyes off their illicit fucking, and I could not keep my fingers away from my clit.
Lust possessed me more powerfully than it ever had before. I know that I should have been enraged at the betrayal, but my cunt and clit had no morals. Lewdly, I stepped out of my dress on the dark terrace and began to masturbate my naked body as I watched the fast animal sex of my husband and best friend through the window.
My hot flesh felt good in my hand. I stroked my drenched beaver and tickled my soft pink clit through the moist folds of my flesh. I felt the throbbing of my clit and the flow of my cunt on my fingers.
Digging my finger frantically into my boiling hole, I watched Egor pulling his long cock out of Daphne's cunt and pushing it back in. I saw his mighty back humping her, and his balls slapping against her soft white buttocks. Her ass bounced and squirmed under Egor's thrusting body.
My finger worked faster and faster on my hot sex zones, as Egor accelerated his thrusts in and out of Daphne's beautiful body. I could see the expression of lewd rapture on my best friend's face, and I knew that she was coming as my husband gave her the fuck of her life.
My nipples stiffened on my large beautiful breasts and I sighed, wishing that I had a third hand to devote to the pleasure. But I was so thrilled by the magic of my fingers in my cunt and on my clit, that I needed no more pleasure. I would swoon if anyone touched me.
Egor rammed his cock hard into Daphne's hole, and by the tenseness of his body, the intensity of his face and the powerful speed of his humping I knew that he was about to shoot his load in her cunt.
And Daphne was coming too. She writhed like a bitch in heat under Egor's powerful body, and she moaned in total ecstasy.
I strummed my clit frantically, digging through my beaver to thrill the red berry of my sex. Passion soared through my body and I felt fire in my pussy. Its flames devoured me blissfully as I shrieked out in climax.
Egor and Daphne had come together on the bed. Egor had collapsed, spent, on Daphne's body when I uttered my helpless cry of joy.
I could not have stifled it for anything in the world. I had never been so hot in my life. My orgasm was horrendous, overpowering and devestating.
But, Doctor, it was only the beginning of that horrid night.
INTERVIEW TWO
When she described her voyeuristic pleasure on the terrace, Diane seemed almost excited by the recollection. But when she began to tell the second part of the evening's scenario her body began to tremble and her voice cracked.
She wept in my office and it was necessary to postpone the conclusion for another time, when she would be more at ease. She came back in a few days, looking fresh and radiant. With the help of a glass of wine and a full pack of cigarettes she managed to tell her tale to the end.
Forgive me for breaking down last time, Doctor, but you have no idea how wretched it is for me to recall the cruelty of which I am about to tell you.
After they had hit their peaks of climax, Egor and Daphne could not possibly have overheard my wild chant of ecstasy. When I come I tend to get carried away with the pleasure of it, for my whole body is consumed by electric flames of explosive lust.
Of course, they heard me, Doctor, and they were shocked that I had observed them fucking.
Before I could escape Egor quickly withdrew his long exploded fuck meat from Daphne's hole and ran out onto the terrace. He grabbed my struggling body and dragged me into the apartment, throwing me onto the bed on which he and Daphne had just fucked.
I loathed being in the same room with the two people whom I had trusted foolishly. To be in the room where they had delighted in their betrayal made my body ache with pain and boil with resentment.
"Filthy cunt!" Egor hissed. "How dare you snoop on other people's fucking!"
I was too ossified to reply. I wanted ask how dare he provide me with fucking to snoop on. I wanted ask how he could possibly fuck another woman in our own home. But. I was unable to utter a word.
"It is the limit!" Daphne hissed. "Such audacity!"
I looked at them both in horror. Sperm was drooling from Egor's still erect cock. My husband's huge dick was covered with slime of Daphne's dirty pussy ditch. I could not bear the sight of it, yet, for some reason, I could not take my eyes from it. The sight of the cock that I loved, covered with another woman's goo, was as thrilling as it was revolting.
I saw his heavy balls, which had just blasted a load of his scalding seed into Daphne's abyss. The sight of them made my heart ache with sorrow, but my pussy boiled with desire: I had just come horrendously on the terrace, but I felt more insatiable than ever. My clit was throbbing with hominess, as though I were a woman who had not been near a man for months.
It was shocking that this should be happening to me. My body should be feeling nothing but coldness and contempt. Somehow, however, the sight of my husband dedicating his magnificent prowess and his potent virility to the service of another woman had thrilled my cunt, which dripped and boiled between my legs as Egor pressed me down on the bed.
Daphne languished on the bed, not bothering to cover her naked groin. She flayed her legs lewdly, taunting me with her glistening beaver and her juicy cunt that had just enjoyed my husband's fucking. Lasciviously, she stroked her nipples and purred with post orgasmic pleasure, like a nympho getting ready for more.
Egor held his enormous cock in his hand and I saw that it was getting stiffer and bigger. Even though he had just fucked and shot his load in Daphne's cunt, he was still in fucking form. He and Daphne were both animals who could not get enough, and it was clear that being seen had excited them to new peaks of passion. They were both ready for more sex, and I could almost hear their brains working in unison, concocting devilish schemes for more pleasure.
"Suck my cock! Suck all her cunt honey off my rod and get it hard in your mouth." Egor commanded, his voice harsh and throaty.
"I won't do it," I said, trying to free myself from Egor's weight to escape from the room.
"Yes you will, cunt! You will do exactly what I tell you." Egor hissed. He lurched towards a small desk beside the bed in the guest room and took a gleaming metal envelope opener from the surface. It was sharp metal, and I could see the blade glistening ominously in the light.
Egor turned the blade in his hand, making the refracted light flicker in my eyes. He slapped my cheeks with the flat of the blade, and I felt a sting on my face.
"Now, cunt, suck me!" He hissed again, seizing my head and pulling it forcefully to the head of his big cock. I could smell the scent of Daphne's cunt clinging to the skin of my husband's rod, and I could see the thickness of her syrup, which made his cock shine with her pussy slime.
The smell was obnoxious, but the taste was worse. Egor rammed his cock into my mouth and I felt it pulsing against my cheeks. He pumped his hard heavy meat in and out of my resisting mouth, banging his hairy balls against my chin.
Egor was rock-hard in my mouth, and I would have loved the way he fucked my face so powerfully, had it not been for the loathsome taste of Daphne's cunt on his meat.
"All right, bitch, I'm going to fuck your asshole while you suck my sperm out of Daphne's cunt." Egor said, pulling his cock out of my mouth and positioning his cock just outside my asshole.
"Brilliant idea, Egor. I'd like to feel her tongue scooping your cum out of my cunt. I want her to lick it clean, so I'll be fresh for the next time you fuck me. And I can't wait to see you fuck her ass." Daphne said, already scratching her beaver, seeking her clit.
I protested and tried to escape, but Egor is strong and I am only a woman. Daphne helped him to restrain me, and I had no choice but to submit to their punishment and be a vehicle for their pleasure.
As he forced his huge cock into my asshole, killing me with pain, Egor pushed my head toward Daphne's groin, which was arched and ready for me. I wanted to bite it off her vile body, but I did not dare enrage Egor, who might kill me if I misbehaved.
Pushing his cock all the way into my ass, Egor made me get unbearably close to Daphne's hole, until I could smell it and my lips pressed against it. The scent was of pussy and his sperm, and I could taste a drop of his cum on my lips.
"Get your tongue in there and work, bitch!" Egor hissed, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I could feel the thick root of his pulsing rod forcing its way through the tight opening of my asshole, and then he withdrew, causing friction to the walls of my ass. He punched himself back into me, hard, and the agony was incredible. There was nothing but cock and pain in my asshole.
"Eat my cunt! Suck all your husband's cum out of my hole," Daphne said.
My best friend was making me eat her cunt. I had no choice. I hated Daphne with a passion. I resolved never to go to lunch with her again, as I tasted Egor's familiar sperm in her disloyal cunt.
Reluctantly, I buried my tongue in her cunt and started to lap up Egor's gism, resenting the fact that I inevitably had to taste her pussy in the process.
Egor was fucking my ass hard, and I had to admit that I was beginning to like it. His cock was so big, so long and thick and powerful. It thrilled my sensitive asshole, and as I probed my tongue deeper into Daphne's ditch, my entire body controlled by Egor's dominating fuck thrusts, I felt orgasm building in my clit. It was impossible that I could come again, so quickly.
"This isn't fair," Daphne whined, "why does she get the buttfuck. I want you to fuck my asshole, Egor. And I want Diane to eat my pussy while you do it, and while she eats your cum out of my hole, we'll give her an enema." Daphne purred, as thrilled by the idea as she was by the feeling of my tongue in her cunt.
"Perfect, Daphne!" Egor said, "go get the enema bag and fill it with water. Make the water hot."
"Why should we just use water, Egor. I think shampoo would be more fun. Do you have any liquid shampoo, a big bottle."
Egor barely moved his cock in my asshole, saving his second blast of cum for Daphne's shitty box.
"There are two enormous bottles of good shampoo in the bathroom. They should fill the enema bag." Egor said, beginning to slowly puD his cock out of my asshole, getting it ready for Daphne.
Daphne disappeared for a second and returned all too quickly, with the enema bag and two full bottles of shampoo.
Egor had his cock half way out of my asshole. He pushed it slowly back in, not wanting to leave it out in the cold until Daphne was ready to be fucked.
I was terrified. I could not imagine why they delighted in abusing me so horribly. I wanted to logic with them, to beg them to spare me, and failing that, I wanted to kill them both. This was the most humiliating moment of my life.
Daphne deftly unscrewed the hose from the revolting enema bag and began to pour the shampoo in. I could see the thick golden liquid flowing into the enema bag, and I could see the bag swelling with the contents. My body shuddered with revulsion, thinking of the thick liquid sloshing around in my body, coating my intestines and lathering my bowels.
"She'll be good and clean after this," Daphne grinned obscenely, pouring the second full and very large bottle of shampoo into the enema bag.
"Yes, her little asshole will be spic and span. Too bad that there will be no cock around to fuck it. I can shoot one more load tonight, but after I fuck your ass, Daphne, I'll be finished for the night." Egor's voice was just as vile as Daphne's.
Daphne emptied the second bottle into the bag, and screwed the hose back into the rubber neck.
Egor pulled his cock all the way out of my ass hole and I saw Daphne reach for it. She grabbed it in her hands. Her face lit up when she felt the throbbing girth of it in her fist.
"Shove the nozzle in her hole and fill her up with that shampoo. This is going to be an enema she'll remember." Daphne said, handing the hose and nozzle to Egor while she kept the bag in her hand.
"Hang it on that hook, so the liquid will gravitate nicely into her body." Egor said, instructing Daphne on the best technique of humiliation.
I felt the vile nozzle against my puckering anus. Egor pressed it into my hole which had just been full of his thick powerful fuck rod. The enema nozzle slipped in all the way, and I could feel the opening of my ass wrapping around the hideous plastic blade of the nozzle.
Daphne hung the enema by the hook on the closet door and the water began to flow through the hose and into my ass. From my ass it began to seep and then pour into my bowels, filling me slowly with the slimy shampoo, which would make foam inside my body.
Egor pushed me down on the bed, lowering my body so that the enema would operate with maximum gravity. Then he took Daphne by the hips and placed her gently on the bed, making her kneel so that her cunt was close to my face.
Egor positioned himself behind her back. Holding his huge cock in his hands he directed it at the target of her shitbox. I felt Daphne's body being pushed closer to me, her cunt pressing again against my my lips. From the forward lurching of her body I knew that Egor was pushing his long hard cock into her asshole and was beginning to fuck it.
"Ahh," Daphne moaned, feeling my husband's huge rod filling the cave of her ass, "fuck me, Egor!"
"Suck my cunt and tickle my clit while your husband fucks my tight asshole!"
The enema was killing me, but Egor and Daphne didn't care. Egor rammed his cock in and out of Daphne's asshole, and Daphne forced me to eat her sperm-filled cunt. The shampoo was bloating my helpless body as Egor and Daphne fucked like fiends. I thought they would never stop delighting in my agony.
Doctor, how will I ever survive this horror.