Anal Rape: Abused & Beaten Victims

by Tim Court

  I think this experience also gave Merrily a new insight into people, about trusting them, about being able to tell when someone is lying to her, and even an awareness of one person's relationship to another.

  The latter is most definitely apparent in her attitude about two willing people getting into an enema scene. But, she says, there's no reason to inflict something like that upon an unwilling victim. I couldn't have put it better myself.

  CASE HISTORY FOUR

  SUBJECT: Wendy R. AGE: Eighteen

  INTERVIEW ONE

  Wendy R. is a lovely-looking blonde-haired girl, who, on a whole, struck me as being rather immature for her age. It was very hard for her to start talking to me, and even when she did, she usually broke out in childish giggles that reminded me more of a ten-year-old than a girl almost out of her teens.

  There is no denying her completely feminine looks, however. Wendy has a terrific, shapely figure, and when she saw me, she was wearing her stewardess uniform and one knows how stewardess uniforms are cut to show off the girls' figures.

  The short skirt revealed two of the most shapely legs I've ever seen, and I couldn't help but concentrate on the way the skirt slinked up her thigh as she spoke.

  If they hadn't prepared me for certain things in stewardess schools, I think that I would be in an institution today, especially after what happened to me.

  (Doctors note: I feel that Wendy's opening statement accurately shows her lack of maturity in dealing with matters, especially when she started giggling for almost five minutes after she said it. I waited a long time for her to calm down.)

  I'm sorry for the outburst, doctor. I just think it would be fun in a loony bin.

  After all, I would be the most sane person there and I bet I could have myself a really good time. Of course, I have great times on the different flights that I work also. So many different things are going on, and I'm the kind of stewardess who still gets off when a man tries to pinch my ass.

  I'm here to tell you about my enema rape, however, but there are some things that I want to tell you about myself first. I think it would be better for you to understand where I'm at sexually so you'll understand why I reacted to the enema the way that I did and under the circumstances that were happening.

  I'm very free sexually. I've slept with one man at a time, two men at a time, one man and a woman, and so on. I could say that I've run the gamut of sexual experiences. I've been tied up and whipped, and I've even tied someone up and whipped them. Playing both roles, I guess.

  The truth of the matter is, I also had enemas before.

  I'll never forget the first time it happened. There was this man on board the plane when we were going to Italy, and he started to come onto me strong. He was Italian, which helped a lot since I've always had this thing for foreigners. I also had two days in Italy, after the flight, before returning back to the states, so I kind of led this man along, thinking that if he was a native, he would show me around.

  His name was Luigi, and believe me, did I get a bargain with him. Not only was he beautiful to look at, but he was also quite sexually active, something that I've always admired in men to no end.

  He had a small villa on the coast and he invited me there.

  Hey, doctor, wipe that look off your face.

  I can tell that you're looking at me like some cheap tramp who sleeps around with anyone who asks her.

  (Doctor's note: She was right.)

  Well, I'm not. It's a hard life when you're a stewardess. By that I mean it's hard to meet one person because most men want to get involved in a long relationship with a girl, and they don't want a girl who's going to be flying out of town every other weekend. So when I'm working a flight, I keep my eyes open for eligible men, realizing that there's very little chance of anything permanent coming from the relationship.

  But I like kicks, doctor, understand?

  Shit, I don't know why I'm explaining myself to you. It's just that those looks you're giving me are making me feel guilty and I didn't come here for that, so fuck you. You're getting paid to hear my case so you'd better not look at me like that anymore or I swear to God, I'll get up and walk the hell out of here.

  Okay! So I went with Luigi to his villa and he had a private chef who made us the most exquisite meal in the world. We had bottle after bottle of wine and by the time my Italian Romeo was leading me off to the bedroom, I was ready to spread my legs and take his loving cock in.

  He had other plans, however. When we got to his room, he started to undress. I looked at his naked body, all covered with black hairs, and I could feel my blonde-haired pussy getting wet with anticipation. I started to undress, too, and I could tell that Luigi loved my pink looks.

  I'm a natural blonde and my nipples are pink and thick. My pussy patch is thick, too, and the hairs are a lovely, light blonde color. I knew he was getting off on that.

  He took my hand and started to lead me to the bathroom. I couldn't believe how huge the bathroom was. There was a large sunken tub that you could sit on the side of and dangle your legs into. Almost like a swimming pool.

  I was the one who saw the enema bag there. It was this orange thing and I wasn't too sure of what it was. My inquisitive nature caused me to ask, and when Luigi told me I started to laugh.

  "But you can't be serious. People really don't take enemas, do they?"

  "Of course they do," he said. "Sometimes they can make people relax more than you'd ever believe. It's a soothing feeling."

  "Hah," I said.

  "Would you like one?" he asked. "I can make it extra-special for you, too."

  "How?"

  Luigi got up (we had been sitting by the tub, waiting for it to fill up. I watched his taut buttocks flex as he walked out of the bathroom and then he walked back in with a bottle of liquor. I didn't know what he had it for, but when he took the enema bag and started to fill it with the liquor, I laughed.

  "What is that supposed to do?" I asked him.

  "That is going to make you feel so relaxed that you'll never know a better feeling for the rest of your life. I can guarantee you that."

  I lay back on the carpeted bathroom floor, my legs still hanging over the edge of the tub, and Luigi lifted my ass up off the carpet and started to pry my buttocks apart. He had put a thick wad of vaseline on the enema nozzle and when he slid it into my ass-hole, he did it so gently that I hardly felt it.

  Then the rush of liquor began.

  I think there were some other things that made it pleasant, too. First of all, I was a little bit high to begin with. Then, with the liquor inside of my ass-hole, I could feel the most sensational rush of high.

  Then of course, there was Luigi. Not only was I getting off on looking at that macho hairy body of his with that thick cock that was ready for action the minute he dropped his pants, but he was also stroking me softly and that was making me relax. My two nipples were sticking out like two hard darts under his soft touch and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

  Luigi didn't fill me up all the way, either, and I know that had a lot to do with certain things. When I thought that I was full, I told him so and he pulled the hose right out of my ass.

  "Let us play a game now," he said to me.

  "What kind of game?" I asked him.

  "I am going to lick your wonderful pussy and I'm going to see if I can make you come. Do you think that I can make you come?"

  "I know you can," I said, smiling and reaching for his cock. "In fact, I've been in a mild state of orgasm since I've seen your cock"

  "That's good," he said, laughing a little bit. "But the idea is for you to try and hold the enema in while you're having an orgasm. It is a most difficult test but let us see if you can do it."

  He spread my legs and then hopped into the warm water of the sunken tub so his mouth would be level with my cunt. When he lifted my ass up off the carpet so he could slide his hands under and hold my buttocks, I thought that I was
going to come right then and there. His hands were so soft.

  But then I could feel the enema inside of me and clenched my ass muscles tight to hold back the rush of water.

  Luigi moved his mouth to my pink cunt lips and started to lick them tenderly. I thought that I was going to explode. I could feel his tongue probing me, getting my lips real wet first so that he could slide right in, then sliding in over my clit and wiggling it back and forth so that my wet pussy got wetter.

  I closed my eyes and started to see colors. I know that a lot of it had to do with the high that I got from the enema, but even more of it had to do with the pussy stimulation I was getting from him. His tongue was really probing me deep and I could feel my whole cunt starting to spasm around it.

  He was moaning loud as he started to lick my cunt cream out of me, but you know something, I was still holding it in. He was even prying my buttocks apart wide and making it harder since he was also spreading my ass-hole a little, but I didn't let one drop of that enema leak. When he was finished licking my cunt dry, he moved his finger into my ass-hole and that was the only time I did leak.

  "You are fabulous," he said. "You managed to hold it all in."

  "I did, didn't I?" I asked. "The only thing is, you'd better let me empty it soon or else I'm going to do it in the tub."

  He let me get up and I ran to the toilet. It took a long time to shit everything out of me. I didn't know I could hold so much.

  I hopped into the tub with him and he moved right between my legs and guided his cock into me. It was such a trip to fuck in his sunken tub because I not only had the soothing warmth of a cock inside of me, but I could also feel the warmth of the tub around me. When I started to come, this time from the fuck, I was, as they say, coming in all directions.

  Later, Luigi asked me to give him an enema and when I did, he got an immediate erection. I started to suck him off to see if he could hold in the water during orgasm and I laughed when I saw him leak.

  "You have better willpower than me, what can I tell you, my dear?" he asked.

  "Yes, but you have a beautiful cock, body and house," I said to him.

  Anyway, that was my first experience with enemas. I thought you should know that because it would seem foolish for you to think that I was a virgin to enemas when the man broke into my house, my bathroom, and then my shower where I was cleaning myself. He gave me an enema in the shower and the circumstances were completely different.

  INTERVIEW TWO

  The second time Wendy came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple blouse. She looked much younger than she had the first time, and I could only attribute the older look to her stewardess uniform.

  There was a long interim between the first and second interview (there is usually a week's passage between the interviews) because she had to go to Rome, where, she told me, she met Luigi again.

  She said that seeing him again brought back pleasurable enema experiences and helped her cope with her shower rape.

  I guess if I had put out to the man, he never would have broke into my apartment and raped me in the first place. But if I had wanted to put out to him, I would have.

  His name, so he told me, was John. He never gave me a last name and the reason I trusted him enough to let him into my apartment was because I thought that if anything happened, I could always get his name from the airline. He was one of the passengers on the flight from London to New York and he was kind of handsome.

  He had short blonde hair and a very round and smooth face. He seemed so quiet when I went around asking if anyone wanted coffee, tea or milk.

  But then, as we were descending into the city, he started to come on to me. He told me that he lived in Virginia, had been to London on vacation and was stopping in New York for a few days to see what it was like.

  I don't remember if he invited himself over or what, but somehow the two of us ended up back in my apartment in Manhattan. He said that he would just stay for a drink and really, that was about all I wanted. I guess I might have fucked him under different circumstances, but I was just too tired.

  I think it was about one in the morning when I told John that I thought he should leave. As soon as I said that, he started to come on really aggressive, trying to kiss me and put his arms all over me.

  "Look," I said, "I do like you and I'd even consider going to sleep with you. But not tonight, okay? Why don't you call tomorrow?"

  He seemed to think that was okay. I mean, he still wasn't willing to leave, but by the time I actually had to push him out the door, we were both laughing about it. I think that he thought he would get me, until the actual moment when I slammed the door closed. I made sure to lock it and then I cleaned up the apartment a little bit.

  When I got to my bedroom I decided that I would shower before I went to sleep, mainly because I was just so sweaty and dirty from the long day. I stripped off my clothes and noticed that my belly was getting just the tiniest bit of flab. I decided that I was going to have to diet again.

  I walked into the shower and got it started, then walked back out and downed another glass of wine. By the time I got back to the bathroom, it was all steamy, just the way I like it. I stepped under the shower head and started to wash my hair.

  I don't know how long it was before I sensed someone else in the room. I know that T had already soaped up my tits and cunt once for my first cleaning. (I'm used to washing my body three times over when I shower.)

  Suddenly, the door slid open and there was John, naked and sprouting this huge ten-inch erection that was pointing right at me. His body was hairless except for the thick blonde patch between his legs.

  "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

  He stepped into the shower and then I noticed the rubber strip that he had in his hand. He grabbed my wrists and then pulled them up to the showerhead. He had the rubber strip wrapped around my hands in a few seconds, and it was so tight that there was no way I could pull free.

  Then I felt his hands moving all over my body.

  He slapped my ass so hard that the stinging continued throughout the rest of the rape. It suddenly dawned on me, after the slap, that I didn't know this man at all. I had only met him that night and now he had me tied to the shower head. He could have been some psycho just released from an institution.

  He had been carrying a suitcase with him all the way to my apartment, and even when he left, and I guess that's where he had the enema bag hidden all the time. I know that I don't own one. But he suddenly slid the shower door open again and stepped out for a second, his naked body dripping with water.

  I thought that he was going to leave me tied up, but then I heard him turning on the water in the sink. I could see a hazy silhouette through the shower door and knew that he was filling up something.

  I didn't know that it was an enema bag until he stepped into the shower again. When I saw it I wanted to scream. It's okay to have an enema when you want one, like I said, but it's quite another thing to have someone force it on you.

  He shoved the nozzle into my ass-hole, even though I was twisting and turning the whole time, and then I could feel a cold rush of water flowing inside of me. That was another thing. The idiot had used ice cold water and my whole ass felt puckered. It was so chilling and agonizing.

  "You've got nice tits," he said, and moved one of his hands to my vulnerable tit and started to pinch my nipple. I swear, he was crazy, because I could hear him breathing so heavy as he did it, almost like a maniac. He pinched my stiff pink nipple hard and then started to twist it.

  "God, you're killing me," I screamed. "The least you could do is be gentle."

  When I said that he bit my neck, hard. I still have a black and blue mark from it and I'm beginning to think that it's going to be a permanent part of me. By the time he was finished digging his teeth into my neck, the enema bag had filled me completely.

  He pulled out the nozzle and then slipped between my legs so he was f
acing me. I could actually see a crazed look in his eyes as he moved his thick cock to my pussy patch and started to rub it there.

  He lifted my legs up and spread them as he guided his cock into my cunt, then moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard.

  He was pumping into me so hard that I couldn't help but let the water leak. He wasn't even trying to be gentle.

  "You thought you weren't going to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" he asked, pressing his chest against mine so that my nipples were pushed in. "Well, I knew better, baby. You don't lead someone on, inviting them to your apartment only to kick them out in the middle of the night. That isn't fair play."