Case History 1
SUBJECT: Joan A. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Joan A. came to my office for her first private session I automatically assumed her to be an ordinary high school student with ordinary adolescent problems of adjustment. I fear that I even expected her to be a boring patient. She an attractive young girl with long and luxuriant red hair, beautiful green eyes, superbly developed breasts for a girl her age, and long shapely legs. Her physical pulchritude was extraordinary, but her background was not. Her parents were responsible citizens, hard working people who neither smoked nor indulged in alcohol, and their marriage was free of tension or strife. Joan A. came from an altogether typical American family, a background which is not likly to produce interesting neuroses.
However, after only a few minutes of listening to this beautiful young girl's story, I realized that I had presumed erroneously. Hers was a gruesome tale of unspeakable sexual depravity. The poor innocent girl had been horribly abused and tortured by her high school sweetheart. I became fascinated by Joan's narrative of the young man's aberrant behavior.
The following is an unedited transcript from our taped interviews.
I know what you think, doctor. You took one look at me and decided that I was just another pretty young teenager who is having difficulty adjusting to the shocks of becoming a woman. But I assure you I am not just another pretty body who worries that she might be a lesbian, or something. I'm sure you get quite a few of those. You probably also have many young patients who are shattered by bad experiences with drugs, or who have become teenage alcoholics. I wish that my problem was that simple. If it were I would really have no need of this consultation, because I can take ordinary troubles in stride. I have never had any experience with drugs. I've never even smoked grass, doctor, and my parents never drink or entertain so there has never been any liquor in our house. I've only tasted liquor once, at a slumber party. All the girls were drinking Gin and tonics, so I tried one. It made me sick, doctor. I retched all night.
Certainly I never worry about my sexual tendencies. I don't doubt my heterosexuality and I never fret about being a lesbian. I'm more or less an innocent young girl, in terms of vices, I mean. But I am not a virgin. I've always thought that I was a good girl. I deny myself drugs and liquor, and I don't even smoke cigarettes, so I suppose I've always thought that I was entitled to have sex more or less when I wanted.
I don't mean all the time, and certainly I don't mean anything ... well, you know, kinky. I was perfectly happy just having ordinary, healthy, all American sex, if you know what I mean. Just boy and girl, cock in the cunt, pump, hump, come.
Mark is the only boy I have ever fucked with, doctor. I know that sounds unusual, and maybe a little hard to believe, but, I swear to you, it's the truth. Mark and I started fucking two years ago, when I was a freshman in high school and Mark was the handsomest boy in the sophomore class.
The first time I saw his cock I thought I would just die in my pants. I mean, it was so enormous. So far I haven't been able te compare Mark's cock with other boys or men, because I have not seen any other cocks. But I'm sure that Mark must have one of the biggest pricks in the world.
When he pulled it out that first time and made me take it in my hands, I knew that my young little pussy would suffer unbearably when he stuck it in. But I wanted it. I felt my hole getting hotter and wetter than it had ever been. Even though I was convinced that his cock would kill me, I felt my cunt dripping and swooning in anticipation of the delicious death that Mark alone could give me. But he poked it in my hole and gradually eased it all the way inside me, and to my surprise I did not die. In fact, for the first fuck of my life it went amazingly well. I had my first real orgasm with a felicitously full cunt. It was heaven on earth, and it was the start of a glorious relationship.
Everything went marvelously for the longest time, doctor. Mark and I would meet after school or on weekends. We would go to each other's houses when our parents were away, or we would go to friend's places. When we couldn't find a house and a bed, we would rub our wits together and come up with alternative places to delight in our young bodies. We couldn't get enough of each other, and we let nothing stand in our way. If we could think of no other place to go, we would go into the woods. If it rained we wouldn't care; we'd just bump our horny bodies together, fucking in the storm and coming in the mud.
I know that Mark's big cock was on my mind every minute of my life, and I'm just as certain that he couldn't get my tight juicy cunt out of his always horny thoughts.
It was only a few weeks ago that things started to become strange. Mark and I were in bed at his house. His parents were away for the entire weekend. We had already enjoyed the most glorious Saturday of out lives, and were half way through Sunday, blissfully exhausted from hours and hours of feasting on each other's hot flesh.
We had awakened in each other's arms sometime in the early morning, probably around six, or so. I remember that the dawn was coming up and the sky was mysteriously grey outside the window.
Mark pushed my head down between his muscular thighs and made me suck his morning hard on.
I didn't mind at all. I was only too happy to take his huge swollen thing in my mouth and suck it for all I was worth.
He was a little rough with me, and this was unusual. Our fucking had always been sweet and slow, a little on the gentle side. But I always liked it that way. I liked it any way that Mark wanted to give it to me. I only wanted to make him happy, because the happier I made him, the happier he made me.
That morning he pulled me by the hair and forced his cock in my mouth, all the way, deeper than it had ever gone. I felt his huge stick stretching my cheeks apart as I sucked eagerly, and the head of his thick long rod went down my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I didn't care.
No, doctor, I had no objections, although I was a little surprised, of course, at the change in Mark's behavior. His cock seemed bigger in my mouth than it had ever seemed before, and each time he pulled at my hair, dragging my face down to the huge throbbing base of his rod, he seemed to swell in my mouth to even more formidable proportions.
To tell you the truth, doctor, I was more delighted than concerned. Mark and I had indulged in so much sex the day before, and Mark had shot so many hot sperm loads in my cunt, each one hotter and harder than the one before, that I had been afraid that he would have fucked himself out. I had not expected to have much sex on the second day of our weekend, so I was overjoyed when he started to fuck my face at dawn.
He forced his way into my mouth and began to hump my tight sucking lips. I could not believe how hard and powerful he was, especially after the debauchery we had already enjoyed without shame.
When he began to strike my soft young breasts with his hands, I felt tides of excitement rushing through my flesh. At first the slaps were light, and I was more titillated than frightened. When Mark struck my little tits with his hands I felt my nipples harden and my pussy began to drip. I wanted his cock in my cunt, although I was ecstatic to have his potency in my mouth and did not for a moment want him to take it out. Mark's cock is so big that I have often wished it could be divided in two. If it were half as big as it was there would still be plenty for any girl's hole, and if he had two cocks instead of one he could fuck my mouth and pussy at the same time. Believe me, Doctor, were this little wish to come true Mark's two cocks would more than fill my hungry holes.
I kept sucking tightly on his hard cock, contracting my cheeks and working with my tongue to give Mark's fuck rod the most pleasurable thrills. Mark kept spanking my darling young tits, forcing his meat into my mouth, feeding me more than I could swallow and making me gag with utterly rhapsodic contentment.
From the way his body tensed and the way he began to pound his humping cock into my wet mouth, I could tell that Mark's orgasm was building in his big, cum-filled balls. As I felt his heavy bag of nuts banging hard against my chin my pussy began to flood between my legs, and my sweet little clit throbbed with the quivering ecstasy that was surging through my over heated blood.
At that point, Doctor, I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life, although I didn't realize it then, of course. It was only after the horrid events that I could trace the beginnings to my next move. I really should have known better, I suppose.
I opened my mouth, more or less interruping my expert cock-sucking, and begged Mark to ram his stiff dick deep into the ditch of my wanting pussy. I could feel my juices boiling in my snatch, and I knew that cock was exactly what my hole needed.
"Please, honey," I whimpered, "fuck my cunt with your big cock."
From my pleading voice Mark could surely tell than I needed him desperately, but for some reason he did not want to give me the total pleasure on which my life seemed to depend. My cunt was making me suffer hideously. It needed so badly to be fucked by Mark's pulsing meat.
I cajoled Mark and he became terribly angry. The slaps on my breasts, which had been playful until I groaned my request, became harder and more violent. He struck my tits with more force, even hurting me. I cried out in pain, but Mark was relentless. He seemed not to care about the feelings of my body. He was utterly absorbed in the sensations of his cock.
Forcing his meat brutally down my throat, he lowered his strong hands and began to slap my tender buttocks. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth as his hands stung my soft white asscheeks.
I resigned myself to the apparent situation. It seemed clear that Mark was going to fuck my face until he shot his spermy fireball into my mouth, down my throat and into my body. Somehow my mouth would have to transfer its own pleasure to my aching pussy and my needy clit, which was striving with my empty but Doiling cunt towards climax.
Although I was resigned in my mind, I was less resigned in my cunt, which nagged at my consciousness between my thrashing legs. The mind, as I am sure you know Doctor, is more apt to acquiesce than the cunt, which is not a pragmatic organ.
Once more I mumbled through my mouthful, begging Mark to take his cock out of my mouth and shove it in the wet female cave between my thighs. I yearned to feel his fat rod in my hot oasis.
Mark did indeed take it out. He held the thick root of it in his fist, and my eyes sent a telepathic telegram to my cunt, telling it that the tumescent tool was coming to the rescue.
I remember the tremors of bliss that galvanized my cunt when I saw the enormity of Mark's fat pulsing dick.
But my hot pussy was overly optimistic.
Mark held his huge cock tightly in his fist and proceeded to slap it against my wet cheeks. He was not gentle at all, Doctor. He was angry and rough, and I was alarmed by the sinister expression on his face.
Slapping his iron-hard fuck weapon against my tender cheeks, Mark began to slap my delicate ass with both hands. These were not playful spankings; they were brutal and violent.
And they hurt.
"Greedy cunt!" Mark hissed at me, "you should be grateful that I fuck your stupid face. I'm tired of your cunt. I can't go on fucking it forever. My cock wants something different."
I could see Mark's giant balls swinging as he used his cock as a whip on my face. His fat hard rod struck my left cheek, then my right. Then he began to slap my eyes. He stabbed them with the purple head of his blood-engorged prick, and I was terrified that he would poke them out of my head. I felt my body trembling with revulsion and fright.
I felt my heart leaping in terror inside my chest as a wave of fear splashed through my hot body. I was excited, terribly excited, but I was also numb with panic. I was so frightened I could not enjoy the heat of passion that lingered in my pussy.
Fright overwhelmed my body, and I struggled, stupidly and futilely to escape. Under the bulk of Mark's strong body I writhed and trembled, fighting to get away. More than anything I wanted to get out from under Mark's weight, out of the room, out of the house and to safety.
Of course, Doctor, I could do nothing. Mark was sitting on my body, his bulk burdening me. The hard muscles of his hairy masculine buttocks pressed painfully against my tits. I was paralyzed under his dominant bulk.
Mark was enraged by my vain attempts to escape. He would tolerate no resistance to his masterful domination.
Angrily, he stuffed his enormously swollen balls into my mouth, making me massage them with my tongue. Mark has often fed me a mouthful of his sperm-filled nuts, and I have always loved it. But this time I felt myself revolted by the taste of their massiveness. His attitude altogether disenchanted me. Even if he had put his cock in my cunt, where only moments before I had wanted it so badly, I would have been unable to enjoy the thrills in my hole.
But, of course, an orthodox fuck was the last thing Mark had in mind.
Keeping his huge balls in my gagging mouth, Mark pressed his groin harder against my face and slapped me ruthlessly with his huge cock.
"Trying to get away, bitch? How stupid are you! Can't you see that there is no possible escape for you. I'm going to make you suffer, you stupid cunt. First, you dare to instruct me where to put my cock, which hole to shoot my load in, as though the pleasure of your cunt were my concern! Secondly, you try to escape from the discipline you deserve. For that you will have to be punished even more cruelly than I had planned. I have to make you regret your female stupidity. You will be lucky if I ever fuck your cunt again. Your hole hot only bores me, it stinks. I'm going to fuck your asshole." Mark shouted obscenely, slapping my asscheeks with his brutal hands.
Knowing that I would attempt escape again, Mark looked at me without pity.
"Don't try to move, bitch. I don't want to see a muscle twitch. I don't want you to move as much as one hair on your cunt. Stay perfectly still while I get the things I need to teach you the lesson you have coming.
Then Mark shifted his weight, relieving me of the terrible burden of his bulk. He left the bed, and for a split second I did debate whether or not I dare flee. His voice had been so harsh and angry, and my body froze so totally with terror, that I decided to obey, no matter what.
Mark opened a closet. I lay on the bed, shuddering with fear, my naked body trembling and sweating on the rumpled sheet.
At first I could not see what Mark was taking from the closet. I knew it would be something dreadful. Then I saw the leather cords in his hands, and I knew that he was going to strap me to the bed, making me defenseless.
INTERVIEW TWO
Unfortunately, Joan became far too distressed to continue our first session. She had been quivering with emotion during most of our interview, but when she began to tell of her reaction to the cords, her quivers became trembles. Her steady breathing gave way to gasps and she began to weep uncontrollably. I have rarely seen a patient in such an agitated state. It was necessary to give Joan a sedative before she left my office after our first session.
A week later she returned for a second interview, in which she told the horrid conclusion of her grim tale.
I am sorry that I lost control last week, Doctor. But it is still painful to recall the shocking episode.
Mark walked back to the bed, his stiff prick protruding ominously from his coarse dark pubic hair.
Mark seized my hands and tied them together in one of the leather cords. I felt the leather digging into the delicate flesh of my wrist, cutting the circulation of blood to my hands.
"Please," I begged, "Mark, don't do this to me. I can't endure it."
But Mark had no sympathy. It was as though he did not care about the fear and revulsion that throbbed in my aching body.
"If you don't shut your mouth, bitch, I will have to shut it for you. Your voice annoys me, so keep still and be quiet!" Mark hissed vindictively through his teeth.
Then Mark seized my ankles and made me lift my legs. He pulled me by the feet, bending my legs back so that my knees pressed against my tits. I could feel my stiff nipples rubbing against my knee caps, and Mark tied my ankles to the head of the bed.
Both my hands and feet were bound to the bed and my ass was raised high in the air. My body was contorted for his attack. It was a most uncomfortable position to be in, especially as I was powerless to move in any way. I was totally powerless to resist, Mark had my body fully in his command. I have never been subjected to such hideously inescapable authority. I was a helpless slave.
Having tied me firmly to the bed, Mark opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out a jar of lubricant. At first this did not cause any extra terror. Mark had often rubbed this on my tits while we fucked.
"This should get your hole, ready," he said.
I was baffled by this, because my cunt was already moist and juicy, and he had just said that he had no intention of putting his cock in my pussy. So, I did not know what to think until I felt his finger stabbing the sensitive opening of my tights little asshole.
Mark greased his fingers and plunged them into my ass, causing me a discomfort such as I have never known. He poked deep into my asshole and moved his fingers around, making wide circles, stretching my dark hole and making it ready to receive the invasion of his cock.
Doctor, I had never been so horrified. Mark and I had spoken of sodomy before and I had always told him that I found it repugnant. He had always said that he was happy fucking my cunt. We had agreed never to engage in this unspeakable practice.
He had said that he did not want to put his cock in my cunt, claiming that the delicious fragrance of my pussy was unpleasant. How much sweeter could as asshole smell, Doctor? Obviously, Mark was not being honest with me. Knowing that I could not longer trust him distressed me as deeply as the knowledge of what he was about to do to me.
I thought that getting fucked in the asshole was the worst treatment Mark could possibly give me. Little did I know that he had worse evils in mind.
Mark greased my asshole and smeared some of the lubricious slime on his great thick fuck rod. I felt my body trembling with fear, but fear was quickly annihilated by agony when Mark stabbed my tight asshole with his huge angry cock.
I screamed in pain, begging him to have mercy. My ass could not possible take such violation. But Mark was ruthless. He banged his dick all the way into my hole, not caring about the pain he caused me, not caring about anything but the sensation of my delicate ass tissues wrapped tightly around his rod.
As he punched his hard meat into my wounded asshole, I felt his cock ripping me apart. My vulnerable sphincter muscles were torn by his massive prick, and when he pulled his cock out of my hole I could see little beads of blood clinging to his hard shaft.
Mark must have seen them too, but he didn't care. He banged himself back into my hole, fucking me excruciatingly. He kept forcing himself in and out of my hole, fucking me brutally, banging back and forth in my sore ass. I knew that he could cripple me for life if he didn't spare me some of his power and fuck my little hole with some caution, courtesy and finesse.
But Mark spared me nothing. He fucked my shithole like an animal, pounding his cock into the most sensitive part of my body, killing me with his male rage. I felt myself swooning under his thrusting body, dying with each humping of his hot meat into my hole. I must confess, however, that I felt some pleasure despite the agony. My tiny hole stretched to accommodate the lethal cock of the boy I had naively trusted, and after a while I could feel peculiar thrills in my cunt as Mark fucked my ass. It was still painful, but the pain became mitigated by confusing pleasure. It was as though my pussy echoed the sensations in my asshole, and my clit echoed my cunt, and I felt orgasm begin to build in the abused zone between my legs.
I suppose that Mark could tell that I was beginning to enjoy it a little. He did not want me to enjoy it, I guess, because he began to fuck me faster and harder. It became almost unbearable. He humped and hammered his cock into my hole, racing towards his orgasm.
He banged himself into my asshole, and I was certain that he would dump his hot wad in my ass any second. But suddenly he pulled all the way out of my ass, leaving my hole empty and my body suspended in a limbo of dispair.
Mark held his cock tightly in his fist, as though restraining the sperm that burgeoned within.
"You don't deserve my cum in your ass, bitch," he said, "fucking isn't what you need."
Writhing in the bondage of the leather straps, my ass arched high in the air, I watched Mark walk out of the room. He went into the bathroom. I wondered what he was going to do. Had my asshole so disgusted him that he had to clean his cock of my anal goo, or had too much fucking made him need to piss? I honestly had no idea why he had stopped fucking my ass.
But I soon found out. I saw Mark emerge from the bathroom, his hand full of the most ghastly thing I have ever seen.
At first, Doctor, I did not know what it was; I only knew that it was hideously ugly and unspeakably sinister looking.
"What your need is a good enema," Mark said, grinning lewdly.
I had never in my life had an enema, but I had heard of them and I felt horror surge through my blood. I knew that I would vomit if Mark made good his threat.
I writhed in torment as Mark walked back to the bed, holding the ugly enema bag in one hand, his stiff cock in the other. All I wanted was to go back to where we had been, just two nice kids who couldn't get enough of each other. Why did Mark thrive on this depravity, why wasn't nice healthy fucking good enough for him?
I saw the loathesome rubber bag, filled almost to bursting. I knew that I could not withstand this gruesome indignity.
"Mark, please, put that back where you got it. I don't want an enema, honey. Don't do it, Mark. It's so vulgar!" I whimpered, knowing that I was pleading in vain.
"Shut up, bitch," Mark growled, "don't get me any angrier with you than I already am."
"Mark, I will not tolerate this. You have no right to humiliate me in this contemptible way." I protested, not knowing how big a mistake I was making.
"You filthy cunt! I have every right to treat you in whatever way I like. I've given you the sweat of my balls, bitch, and I can do anything I like to your weak female body. If you don't shut up, you'll be sorry."
I was too frightened to think, Doctor. Stupidly, I tried to reason with this fiend who had suddenly become such a stranger to me.
"Don't be idiotic, Mark. You do not own me. You have no right to treat me however you wish. You cannot do anything to me without my consent. It isn't human."
"I warned you, cunt," Mark said.
Mark pressed the tip of the vile enema nozzle against the puckering opening of my asshole. He pressed it into my dark cavity. It was plastic, sharper than his fleshy cock, and it hurt me hideously. Even if it has not been sharper than his cock, I would have been wounded by the obscenity of it; even had it not been physically agonizing, the humiliation would have pierced and wounded my emotions. Emotions, after all, are as sensitive as an asshole, aren't they, Doctor?
He rammed the plastic hose into my ass, pressing brtually into my secret depths.
"NO! I beg you, Mark, stop!!" I shrieked in agony.
"All right! That's it, bitch! That's all I'm going to listen to! I won't have anymore noise from your stupid mouth.
Mark pressed the nozzle into my ass all the way. Then he walked across the room, opened the closet and fished into a laundry bag. I saw him foraging through it, selectively.
He withdrew a fistful of soiled jock straps.
"These will shut you up," he said, returning to the bed with the stained jock straps.
He forced them into my resisting mouth, stuffing my face with the coarse fabric that was saturated with the smells of his cock and balls. I could taste the sweat, piss and sperm of the man who was submitting me to dreadful torture.
My face full of the athletic supporters, my hands and feet tied to the headboard, and my ass arched in the air, I could do nothing to protect myself against Mark's vile schemes.
Mark pushed the plastic nozzle deeper into my asshole. I saw the long rubber hose coiled like a snake on the sheet.
Then Mark stood on the mattress, holding the enema bag high above my body, lifting the ugly snake-like hose.
He released the catch that confined the water to the swollen plastic bag. I felt the warm water seeping into my doomed asshole. It flowed steadily into my body, flowing through my anal canal into my viscera. I could feel my bowels swelling to the unwelcome flood, and my stomach began to stretch uncomfortably.
Mark was relentless. I thought that the flow of warm water would never cease. It kept flowing obnoxiously into my body, and the discomfort became pain, and the pain became agony, utterly beyond belief.
Then Mark placed the still half-full enema bag under his arm and pressed it hard against his ribs, forcing the water out in faster, more crippling gushes.
The water rushed into my body, puffing me out until I thought I would burst. It gushed and gushed, without stopping. I felt as though I would explode on the bed, not only releasing the abominable flood of water, but literally breaking apart, my guts exploding everywhere, my life destroyed and my organs giving Mark a slimy, bloody mess to clean up. He deserved it.
As my body filled to over-flowing, I could see Mark forcing the water out of the bag. As he pressed it between his armpit and his ribs, his cock pulsed. I could see the veins standing out on his enormous fuck rod, and it seemed to grow to even greater proportions, swelling incredibly as my own bound body swelled to the force of water gushing from the enema.
Finally, the vile bag was emptied. Gallons of water filled my body, but it seemed as though Mark had poured all the oceans of the world through my little ass and into my helpless flesh. My guts ached with the pressure of water. It was the most extreme discomfort I had ever experienced.
I wanted to scream out in pain and rage, but my mouth was full of Mark's soiled jock straps.
Mark squatted over my body, pressing himself against my tits. I felt as though the weight of him would force all the water out of my over-filled body, but I knew that I could not dare release it. If I did not hold it in I would be have to writhe not only in bondage but it an atrocious cesspool of my own excrement. I did not want to wallow in my own shit, Doctor, as you can doubtless understand. Mark pulled the soiled jock straps from my gagging mouth and lurched forward to push his huge cock into my newly vacated face.
He forced every thick inch of his cock into my mouth.
"Suck, bitch! Suck my cock while your body is full of water. Suck my cock before you explode!"
He was brutal. He slammed himself into my mouth and started humping in and out, preparing to shoot his scalding seed into my face.
I lay bound and helpless on the bed, the leather cords cutting into my wrists and ankles, the water creating unendurable pressure in every part of my body. I had to get up. I had to run to the toilet and release all the horrible water that made my insides ache. But how could I? I was tied to the bed and Mark was hammering his hard cock into my suffocating face. I thought I would die.
Mark's balls slapped against my chin, banging me brutally.
He fucked my face and I could feel his body tensing, every muscle flexed, tight, and urgently taut.
Then I felt his thick viscous load blast out of his banging cock and into my mouth. It coated my tongue, splashing out hotly in torrents that went down my throat and into my guts. The taste, usually so incredibly agreeable, was vile, because I felt nothing but abhorrence for him.
He stayed in my mouth forever, pressing his groin against my face and the bulk of his body against my tits. I could not breathe, nor could I move. I knew that as little as a flinch on my part would make all the water pour from my ass, staining the sheets with my shame.
Never in my life had I been so humiliated.
Finally, Mark pulled away from me, taking his cock from my mouth. He pulled the nozzle from my asshole, and I was afraid that everything would come out all at once. Fortunately I was able to hold it in, and Mark untied the leather cords and let me run to the bathroom.
You probably have no idea what it's like, Doctor. I have never been so happy to see a toilet in my life. It was as though I had found my best friend.
All the water exploded from my ass into the commode, nearly flooding it. I felt heavenly release. After holding all that water in and writhing in a hell over which I had no control, to be purged of the liquid torment was as satisfying as any orgasm I have ever had.
But I cannot understand Mark anymore, Doctor. I have avoided him. When he calls I hang up. When he tried to talk to me the other day at school I sought the protection of friends. I used to love him, truly. But now I. can't bear the sight of him. I would like to get back together with him, because I know that he can be wonderful both as a companion and as a lover. Is there any way I might be able to overcome my revulsion? Can Mark and I ever be intimate again? Please tell me, Doctor, anything I can do to save a relationship that used to be decent and blissful.