Anal Rape: Abused & Beaten Victims

by Tim Court

  "You're a fucking bastard," I said to him. "How the hell could you have done something like that to me? That's rape."

  "What? Come off it, Judy. We made a bargain and you lost. I just took what I wanted from you because I knew that I couldn't get you to do it any other way."

  "You could have asked me," I said to him, getting my books ready.

  I was planning to storm out of there, but then he stopped me.

  "Would you have done it if I asked you?" he said to me.

  "No!"

  "That's why I didn't ask you. Judy, you're being totally unreasonable about the whole thing. You made the bet and..."

  But I was already out of his office, running down the hall. I came to see you the day after it happened and I was so upset about the whole thing. Do you remember what we talked about after the first interview, Doctor?

  I had told you that he raped me, and you said that even though it was technically a rape, I should consider myself fortunate in the sense that he was someone I knew, and other than the enema, there was no threat to my life like there has been with many of your other patients. That started me thinking.

  I went to see Rudy the day after I saw you, which was two days after the first rape. We sat down in his office and talked quite civilly. I told him that I had seen you and he thought it was a good idea. Then he asked me if I would take an enema again.

  "I do like you, Judy," he said to me. "I didn't want the enema to chase you away from me for good. I think that you're something special."

  You couldn't believe how I was melting when he said those words, and because he seemed so sincere, I let him give me one again. This time, however, I told him when I wanted him to stop the flow of water and he was decent enough to go along with what I wanted. When we did it together, the whole experience was so different.

  I mean, there was still that uncomfortableness behind it, but knowing that I could stop it anytime I wanted to was certainly reassuring, and we did have the plastic tarp cloth just in case I dripped a little.

  I don't mind them so much anymore, but one day I really want to reverse roles and give one to Rudy. I've managed to keep the water in when I'm coming, and I just wonder if he can do the same. I'm sure that I'll have to spring it on him, the way he did it to me, but I don't think it's going to be so hard.

  In the meanwhile, I guess I'm getting into the enema scene, and I just hope that when it comes time for Rudy and me to split (something that I know is going to happen eventually because I do plan on going away to college and I'm sure he's going to continue teaching at the school, so our lives will just drift apart) that I'll be able to find someone else who'll be willing to give me an enema if I need it.

  CONCLUSION

  As I've said earlier, I think that Judy's attitude toward enemas is extremely healthy. I am also glad that Judy is sensible enough to realize that she and her teacher are bound to part, eventually, for when she told me some of the things that Mr. Ross said to her in order to convince her to have another go with the enema, I thought that it was just a line to lead her on.

  Judy told me that she never really asked Mr. Ross why he loves enemas so much and I told her it might help her come to grips with it even more if she asked him. After all, how many young girls get to find out what drove a man to rape them?

  Of course, I must specify again that this was more or less a rape in Judy's mind, for she had been having intercourse with this man steadily for some time, but I do feel she is perfectly justified in calling the enema attack a rape. She didn't want it, but now that she's experienced it she's willing to explore more.

  CASE HISTORY THREE

  SUBJECT: Merrily F. Age: Seventeen

  INTERVIEW ONE

  Merrily's case is surely one of the most unusual cases I have ever come across in all my years of practice, mainly because of the actual circumstances leading up to the rape and the results that followed.

  Merrily is a tall, thin girl with shoulder-length black hair. Her breasts are not large, but in proportion to her frame, she looks quite lovely.

  I went to see her in the hospital where she was recovering from the rape, which happened to have been her second. I'd tell you more about that, but I think I should rely on my patients to do the talking for themselves.

  I feel a little sleepy now, doctor. They gave me something because they're afraid I'll break out in hysterics as I start to tell you just what happened to me. I don't think that I will, however, because the first rape is one that I've gotten over now and it's going to take me a long time to tell you about it. I don't even know if I'll get to the second one, although I might.

  Anyway, it's the second one I haven't gotten over yet, mainly because it happened to me and the police didn't come to save me until it was over.

  I can see you shaking your head, and you're probably thinking that the police never arrive at the scene of a crime until it's over. Well, that might be true, but it's not supposed to happen when you're acting as a police decoy.

  That's right. You see, after the first rape, which was just an ordinary one, I agreed to be a decoy for them. But I'll get to that later.

  The first one happened in a park near my house, and the reason I was walking through it late at night was because I'd always remembered it being so safe. I used to go up there with a lot of kids from high school at night, and they would be there until all hours. I was at my friend Ginny's house and it was about eleven-thirty when I got ready to go home.

  "Want me and my father to walk you there?" Ginny asked.

  I started to laugh. I'm not such a fierce heroine or anything like that, and I didn't take it as an insult to be asked, but the neighborhood was still pretty good.

  "What for?" I asked. "All I have to do is cut through the park and that's all there is to it."

  "That's why," Ginny said. "I think you shouldn't cut through the park. I wouldn't walk through that park alone, this late."

  "Ginny," I said, getting indignant because I already had my coat on and I was standing near the door, "I'm going to run through it fast. It takes one minute, the whole trip. Nothing could possibly happen, believe me. And stop looking at me like that. What are you trying to do, scare me before I go?"

  She smiled. I knew she wasn't trying anything of the sort. She just wanted to make sure that I got home safely.

  So I left her house and entered Pond Park. I always thought that it was a stupid name for a park, but they had named it that because there was a pond right in the center of it. The pond used to be the big attraction that drew everyone there, but during the last two years it had dried up.

  I thought I heard some kids laughing as I walked through the park, and that just made me think that there were some cars parked in the parking lot a few feet away. I can honestly say that I felt better knowing there were some kids there, just in case anything should happen. I knew that I could yell and they would find me in a second.

  I wasn't prepared for what happened. As I was walking by this tree, I suddenly felt someone jumping down on top of me. My first instinct was to scream, but he had knocked all the air out of me. By the time I took a few gasps and tried to catch my breath so I could scream, this figure on top of me had stuffed a large cloth into my mouth so I couldn't.

  "Hey, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," the man said.

  I was so scared. I can't remember ever being more scared of anything else in my life. I started to think back to a conversation Ginny and I had once had about rape.

  "If it was ever going to happen to me," I said, "I'd just spread my legs and let him do it. I'd do that rather than run the risk of his killing me."

  "You're crazy," Ginny had said. "I'd fight him off, believe me. I don't want anyone raping me so long as I can fight."

  "It can't be that bad," I said. "It's just a fuck."

  Let me tell you doctor, it's easy to talk about these things, but when someone is actually getting ready to do it, that's quite another thing.

  As
soon as he said he was going to fuck me, I started to panic. I forgot all about my leg-spreading theory because it was actually happening. When I first tried to kick my rapist away, he slapped me across the face hard.

  That was it, really. That knocked the breath out of me for good and after that he could do anything he wanted to do.

  He ripped my blouse open in the front and pushed my two tits together so that his tongue could lick them both at the same time. J could feel my nipples getting stiff as he flicked them back and forth, and then he suddenly bit down on one of them hard. I gasped in pain.

  Do you know what that did? It made his cock start to pulsate. I mean, I had felt his cock bulge rubbing against my leg as he had slid down my body a little so he could get his mouth to my tits. He started to bite one nipple and then the other, and it just made his cock pulse harder and harder.

  That scared me. That made me think this man was going to hurt me. I could actually feel the way he was deriving pleasure out of my pain and it scared the hell out of me. I could hardly breathe, too, since the gag was in my mouth.

  I can't even remember what the man looked like, for he was wearing a mask. He had light hair and it was curly, but I don't know if it was blonde or what? It was too dark for me to tell. I could feel his bristly beard stubbles scratching against my tits as he licked them, so I know he hadn't shaved in a few days.

  "I wanna lick your pussy, baby," he said.

  I felt him ripping at my skirt and I tried to kick him again. He hit me harder this time, and that was the last time I tried to fight back.

  For the rest of the rape, I followed my own advice, non-willingly. If I had followed my advice from the beginning, I would have saved myself the cuts and bruises. Instead, it took a few hard smacks across my face to calm me down and make me resign myself to the fact that it was going to happen.

  The bruises really started to show up an hour later, but by that time, it was over.

  Anyway, the light-haired man licked his way down my belly, and by the time he was between my legs my ripped panties were lying next to my skirt so my cunt was exposed for him. I guess he loves hairy cunts because I do have a thick patch of pussy hair. He started by rubbing his chin through the patch, then licking it with his tongue until I felt matted wet hair. He was licking the strands.

  But then he started to lick his way down to my cunt lips, and when he did I felt my whole body shiver. His tongue was having the desired effect because as he started to lick my clit, I started to get wet.

  It wasn't pleasure though, in the regular sense. There was too much fear inside of me for me to feel pleasure. This was just a physical response, I think.

  He thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt hard, and I could tell that he was looking forward to licking my pussy juices because he was moaning, and huffing and puffing the whole time. But it was easy to feel how eager he was to bring me off. I could tell by the way he was eating me.

  When I started to come, my pussy muscles spasming hard and thick gobs of cunt cream building up on my walls, he licked some of it. He didn't lick it all, though, and I was glad about it. After tasting some he started to move his way back up my body, still forcing my legs to remain spread with the weight of his torso.

  As his groin moved to my naked cunt, I felt his hard meat. He had pulled his cock out of his pants, and as he moved himself up he started to thrust his cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe how wide he was, and the whole time he was fucking me I could only think of one thing.

  I thought that his cock must have been dirty and that I was going to get some kind of terrible disease from all this.

  You see, that rape didn't bother me too much. Well, at the time it did, but after it was over and I was checked in the hospital and they found out I didn't have any disease, I thought about it and everything was okay.

  He did fuck me rather hard, and each time his cock moved into my cunt I could feel his hot, sweaty balls hitting my ass cheeks. That was another thing. My ass was getting sweaty from the fuck and we were on the dirty ground. The dirt was turning into mud and I hated the feeling of it.

  The man pulled the gag from my mouth and then he started to kiss me hard on the lip, pressing his tongue deep into my mouth. His bristles scraped my face and I didn't like that idea. But there was nothing that I could do to stop it.

  There was another saving grace to the rape. He didn't come inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsating hard and I knew he was about to come. Then there was the sound of footsteps coming from the bushes and he quickly pulled out. His cock started to spurt his white come on my belly, but he was already standing up and getting ready to start running away.

  So there was only a trace of his come on my belly when Ginny and her father ran over to me and found me lying there on the ground.

  I heard Ginny start to cry and I heard her father telling her everything was going to be okay and that she should run to a phone and call the police.

  Then, her father tried to help me, taking off his coat so I could put something on, and helping me sit up.

  "You should have let us walk you home," he said.

  "Why? I didn't think that anything like this was going to happen, believe me. I didn't know that there was a rapist running lose around these parts."

  When the police came, they took me in for questioning. I have to tell you how humiliating the whole thing was. They treated me like I was a piece of shit, a piece of meat, just like the rapist did. I mean, it was almost as if they had an attitude that I'd just spread my legs for the man to fuck me because I was horny. Of all the fucking nerve those men had.

  There was one nice officer, however. His name was, and still is, Carl Smith. He had curly blonde hair and a beautiful face. He could see how angry I was getting because of my reddening face, and he told the other officers to leave me alone.

  "Now," he said, sitting down in front of me and looking at me with those deep blue eyes of his, "can you tell me anything about what the man looked like?"

  "No, nothing," I said. "After it started to happen, I closed my eyes. Besides, he was wearing a mask. I couldn't tell."

  "Did he come inside of you?"

  "No," I said, and I could see that Carl Smith was a little hesitant in asking that question. The next one was even harder, and unexpected by me.

  "Did he try to give you an enema?" he asked.

  "What? What? Are you crazy? What are you talking about? All he tried to do was fuck me, and he succeeded in it. What the hell are you talking about?"

  As you can see, that question bothered me a great deal, and he tried to calm me down with a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

  "Look," he said, "I only asked because it's routine."

  "You're telling me that it's routine for you to ask a victim if they had an enema? I really don't see any need for that."

  "You would if you knew about the enema rapist running around these parts."

  "What?"

  "Yes," he said, patting my shoulder still. "There have been a series of rapes around the area. Not necessarily in Pond Park, but still in the vicinity. The rapist always gives his victims and enema after he fucks them."

  "You're kidding me," I said.

  "No, I'm telling the truth, believe me. I'm just wondering if this man could have been the same man, and that's the only reason I asked you about the enema."

  "Well, I'm sorry that I can't help you there."

  Officer Smith looked over the report that I had told another officer on the way to the station, and he put his pencil in his mouth and looked rather pensive.

  "Aha," he said, "I thought so. Look, it says here that the man ran away, leaving you there, because you heard footsteps."

  "Yes," I said. "I already told someone about that."

  "Don't you see, then? That man could have very easily been the enema rapist but he didn't even have time to give you one. Do you think he could have been carrying an enema bag on him?"

  "I don't know. Look, al
l this questioning is getting ridiculous as far as I'm concerned. I want to go home and I want to go to sleep."

  "All right," the officer said to me. "We'll have someone take you home. But I hope you'll be available for questioning if we need you."

  "Of course," I said. "I'm not going to leave the country or anything like that."

  I laughed as I walked out, but Officer Smith didn't seem to think that it was so funny. I didn't care. I was just very glad to get home.

  I could tell that my parents were treating me so kindly, which was a switch for them. My mother was walking around with this "I can't believe it happened to my daughter" attitude, and my father just seemed a little more quiet than his usual boisterous self.