by Tim Court
As I turned around to see who it was, I felt something over my head. It was like a sheet, or something. I could feel it covering my face and I thought that someone was going to kill me by trying to smother me. The actual facial attack only lasted for a few seconds. I mean, my thoughts about his smothering me left fast because I felt something being wrapped around my neck. It felt like a thick cord.
And it was tied quickly, but not too tight. It was just tied so that the sheet would stay around my face.
"Had fun fucking tonight?" this deep voice asked. "I was watching you and that brown haired kid going at it. You got nice tits."
When he said that he reached out and grabbed ray tit, squeezing it hard through my blouse. I was sitting up at the time and I tried to pull away from him. He held on tight, and then I felt him pushing from the back.
He was pushing me off the dock!
It was only a threat, however, for he did it until I stopped fighting back, which happened immediately.
"If you try anything once more," he warned, "I'll just push you in and we'll see if you can swim or not."
I knew that I would probably drown if he pushed me in, and that was one of the reasons I didn't offer too much resistance. I was crying underneath the sheet, however, and he made some snide remarks about that as he ripped my clothes off.
I felt his tongue moving to my tit and he started to bite on my nipple, hard. I squirmed around a little but I didn't put up too much resistance. There was no reason to. I didn't want to die in the lake.
As he sucked my nipple, so hard that I thought he'd suck it off, he moved his fingers down between my legs and he started to claw at my pussy. When I say claw, I mean it in the strictest animal sense. I could feel his fingers scratching at my pussy walls and his nails were so long that he was tearing my cunt skin.
"Come on, get wet like you must have done for that boyfriend of yours," he said.
I couldn't get wet. I don't know what he expected me to do, but he was working on me so hard and I was so scared, that sexual pleasure was definitely the last thing on my mind. And I don't care what anyone says, you just can't get turned on by the mere physical touch of someone if you're too scared or if you're being forced.
I'm sorry for that outburst, doctor. It's just that the police didn't want to believe that I was raped at first. They kept asking me if I came, like they knew I had to. I wanted to scratch their eyes out.
When I didn't get wet, after a few grueling minutes of pussy scratching, he must have pulled out the enema bag. I didn't know that it was an enema bag obviously, because I couldn't see. But he said something to me, and then I heard a noise.
"Now I'm gonna make you wet if you don't wanna get wet for me, because I'm going to fuck you baby. I want to fuck your hot cunt."
I hated the way he was talking. But then, I heard this gurgling sound. It was the kind of sound you hear when you put an empty bottle into a sink full of water and you hear the bubbling sound of the air escaping and water filling it up. I know now that he was submerging the enema bag in the lake, filling it with the lake water. I didn't know it then. I didn't know what the hell was happening then.
When the gurgling sound stopped he pushed me flat on my back and then pulled my legs up in the air, spreading them with a great force. I thought he was going to split me right open.
Then I felt the nozzle being inserted inside of me. However, he didn't insert it in my ass-hole first. He shoved it into my cunt and I could feel the icy cold lake water freezing my insides. He filled my cunt a little, then pulled it out and started to fill my ass-hole. Each time he thrust it in, either in my ass-hole or cunt, it was with such a tremendous force that I could feel it ripping inside.
I was also flooding, literally, with water. He filled me to the point where the water was just leaking out of me. Every so often he would slap my ass hard and I would wince in pain. Oh God, it was awful, awful!
The cold water in my cunt was not lubricating me at all. In fact, I could feel my cunt lips puckering up closed as if they didn't want the water in.
All he cared about, however, was the fact that I was wet, whether it was just a water wetness or a lubricating creamy wetness. For the minute he stopped filling me up, he laid me down flat, keeping my legs spread, and then he shoved his cock into my cunt with one long thrust.
He was so thick that I could feel a painful stretching inside of me.
He started to thrust in and out, and every movement was nothing but pain for me. He didn't seem to mind, however.
"God, you're the tightest cunt I've ever fucked," he was moaning. "There's nothing better than a tight cunt. You fuck a stretched one and all you feel is air around your dick. But with you, bitch, I can feel real cunt."
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else. But the pain was searing through my mind, overcoming every other thought I could possibly have. It was unbelievable.
When he started to pulsate hard inside of me, he just kept going. I could feel his cock stretching me more as he pulsed wide, and then he was shooting his come deep inside of me. He continued to thrust as he shot, and the only thing good about his come was the creamy texture which lined and soothed my aching cunt walls a little.
The enema? I hardly even thought about the enema because I was leaking in my cunt and ass-hole. I mean, I felt the water leaking out of me at first, but then the pain was just overcoming everything else. I was completely drained by the time the man was finished fucking me, lying in my own shit and waste.
As he pulled out I felt him pulling away. Then I could hear the sound of retreating footsteps and I knew that he was just running away. I sat there with the sheet over my head for almost ten minutes, too weak and stunned to move. The sheet was soaked from my tears, and almost transparent because of it. That's when I looked up and saw that most of the lights were off.
There were a few houses still lit up. I pulled at the rope around my neck and almost strangled myself getting it off. But when I did, I just picked up the sheet which had been folded over a few times, and wrapped it around my body.
I staggered to the closest house and when I got there I just kept knocking on the door until Mrs. Bailey opened it up. She saw me and seemed completely shocked, but she did manage to bring me inside and lay me down on the couch. Then she called my parents and the local police.
Do you know what my mother did? She tried to accuse Richard of doing that to me, but I told her he would never do it. I can't help them with any descriptions because I didn't see anything.
Anyway, I know that Richard didn't do it. He wrote to me and he's been trying to come to see me, but I've told my parents that I'm not ready right now. I hope I will be one day, because I think I still love him. But right now I have this thing that I must get over and I don't know how I'm going to do it.
CONCLUSION
I am going to continue seeing Linda, but in the meantime, I had a few recommendations for her. First of all, I told her that she should start to see Richard. From the way she spoke about him in the first interview, I can see that he was very good for her, and if he is sincere in his feelings, he can help her come to grips with many things.
Second, I told her to face the fact that it happened! That is the most important thing a patient can do on the road to recovery.
Last, I had to recommend that she see the film 'Waterpower' because it might help her understand what goes on in the mind of a man who has to attack his victims in such a way. I think it would be good for her to see the way other victims react, too, and since the smash hit film is based on true facts, I'm sure it would be helpful.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Roni F. AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Roni is a rather petite-looking girl with long, straight black hair and a face that seems so innocent. She is, however, far from innocent, and her clothes seem to give that all away. When Roni came to see me she was wearing torn, ratty jeans, a colored T-shirt and a black leathe
r vest with the words 'Biker's Chick' on the back.
She was, in total, a rather unsavory character, but her experience was quite unique and most worthy of attention.
No sense hiding the fact, doc, I'm a biker's chick. I hang out down with some of the biker's in the Village. I love the way the wind blows through my hair when holding onto the muscular frame of one of those dudes as we're sailing down the street on his revved up cycle. It's like a fucking orgasm in itself.
Usually, it is, because I have my cunt rubbing against the guy's ass, and chances are, since I do have my hands around the guy's belly, it's usually a little lower down, right between the legs. Some of those guys have monstrously large cocks, but that's the way I've grown used to liking them. So as you see some of us riding down the street some day, take a look and see where the hands are.
I'll never forget the first time I rode down the street and jerked off Mike at the same time. Mike was the gang leader of one of the groups, and he had picked me up when I was just walking down the street. We started to drive out of the city, toward the country, and as I kept my arms around that thick dude's waist, I could feel his cock starting to rise in his pants.
I pressed my cunt closer to his ass and felt myself getting wet. By the time it was all over, I had soaked right through my jeans.
I moved my hand to Mike's cock and started to massage him through his leather pants. The whole thing was so fantastic because the revved up feeling of the bike was adding a great deal to our sexual petting.
"Pull it out, baby," he said to me. "We're alone now."
I opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I started to jerk his shaft up and down and there were times when he started to swerve off the road. When he did that I would pinch his dick hard and thrust my cunt against his ass again. I
"Hey, shitface," I would say to him, "I want you to feel good, but I don't wanna die right now, understand?"
He would get his balance again and once we were off and running once more, smoothly and straight, I'd start to jerk him off once again. Sometimes, when he got too much into it, he would start to thrust his ass up and down off the seat and I wouldn't like that because those thick buttocks of his would leave my wet pussy.
I swear, I've had the best orgasms by rubbing my cunt against someone's leather pants. I'd usually have two or three real wet ones before I'd let the biker start to come, and by that time cocks would spurt like crazy.
The first time Mike came, I had my fingers over his cock head while my other hand was jerking his shaft. I could feel him pumping and pumping, and I really had no sense of how much come he had shot off until he was finished and I looked over his shoulder and saw these four thick pools of cock cream all over his cock, pubic hairs, my hands and his lap. I swear I would have loved to have seen it coming out.
I don't know what you must think of me. I realize that you're getting the impression that I do those kinds of things quite often, and you happen to be quite right. Sometimes I even forget who Fra jerking off because I usually just see their backs.
I know them all, don't get me wrong, but when I'm on that bike and I have a cock in my hand and my cunt's pressing against a leathered ass, there's nothing better in the world. I can just close my eyes and feel my orgasm rise as the wind blows through my hair and the motorcycle tickles my ass because of its feeling.
One of the reasons I was so popular among the Biker's Club was because of my great hand techniques, and if you want to know the truth, I'm proud of it. There's nothing not to be proud of. Bringing people sexual pleasure is a joy to me.
Well, I was with the bikers for about three weeks, living with some of them too in the large village apartment they have, before I even started to notice that some of the other chicks were jealous of me. There was this one blonde chick named Nancy and she walked over to me to talk, about my third week there.
"Look, Roni," she said, fingering my shoulder with that long pointer of hers, "me and the other girls don't mind that you're here too much, only we don't want you monopolizing the time with the guys. Fair is fair."
I think it was her pointing finger that pissed me off more than anything.
For even though her voice sounded pretty sweet, her finger was poking my shoulder hard. I pushed it away and started doing the same thing to her.
"Look, Nancy," I said, mimicking her opening, "I don't give a flying fuck what you and the other chicks think. Those guys over there are all I care about and as long as they care about me, you'd better lay off."
"Who knows how long they're going to care about you for?" she said, licking her red lips with her long tongue and fluttering her eyeshadowed eyelids.
"Fuck off," I said to her.
"You can't expect the novelty of a riding hand-job not to wear off, sweetie, and when it does, you just watch your step."
I have to admit that I was a little scared, but there was no sense in letting her know that. I made sure to sleep with Mike that night, and I could feel that Nancy seemed a little pissed about it.
As we lay in bed together I reached down and started to stroke his stiffening cock. I ran my fingers through his thick black pubic patch, moved them under so I could feel his hot nuts and ass-hole. At the same time, he was fingering my black-haired pussy and licking my nipples. I was getting lost in the feeling but I knew that I was going to have to have a talk with him.
"Mike," I whispered, squeezing his dick the way I knew he liked it, "are you ever going to get tired of me?"
He just mumbled something that I couldn't' make out because his mouth was sucking on my stiff brown nipple. I pulled his head away.
"I asked you a question," I said, looking his straight in the eye.
He slapped me across the face hard, then shoved his finger into my cunt.
"Look, bitch, no one talks to me like that. You're happy now, and that's all that counts with me, you understand? I don't talk about the future."
I could feel his fingers flicking my clit back and forth and I tried to stifle my pleasure moans a little bit because I didn't want the other ten people who were sleeping in the room to hear, particularly Nancy.
But Mike always had that incredible touch with me and as soon as my cunt started to spasm hard, he pulled his fingers out of me and slipped his loving dick in its place. I felt his hairy chest pressing against my body as we rolled over, with him on top, of course, and then the fuck was on.
I wrapped my legs around his ass and tried to control his thrusting motion, but he really knew what he wanted to do and sometimes his withdrawing buttocks were just too strong for my legs and even though I would have wanted to keep him in deeper for longer periods of time than he stayed in, he could always pull back when he wanted to.
When he kissed me it was like he controlled me and I was pretty content as my sweaty body reached what I'd call my highest orgasmic peak. When that happens I'm like jelly under anyone's touch, so fucking vulnerable.
Mike started to flood me with his come and soon I was seeing colors. When he was finished he pulled off of me, turned his back and went to sleep. I snuggled up next to him, rubbing my cunt against his naked ass. He was so warm, and I soon fell asleep.
I could tell that the other girls were getting jealous of me, too, but I didn't give a shit. After all, they meant nothing to me, and I had reasoned something out in my mind which gave me the strength to tell them off when I had to.
If, as Nancy had told me, most of them got bored of their chicks after a time, then most of those girls would be leaving before I did because they had been with the guys for a longer period of time.
I was still new flesh, so to speak, and as far as I was concerned, my jerk-off motorcycle novelty wouldn't wear off before their cunts did. I was sure that my position with those dudes was going to remain solid for a long time to come.
One day, however, there was an actual physical fight between me and Nancy. She was the one who started it, although I was the one who got the blame because all
the other girls sided with her.
The blonde-bitch walked up to me one day and just started pushing me.
"You're a real cunt," she was saying. "I wonder when Mike's going to get tired of your hands on his cock. They're so ugly to me. I wonder how he even gets it up knowing those bony hands are going to touch him."
"It's probably easier for him to get it up for my hands than it is for him to get it up over that dried-up cunt of yours."
She started tearing at me with her long fingernails. Since I'd never really been into growing long fingernails, I couldn't even scratch her back. I had to use my fists. Of course, I started winning because she scratched me on the cheek and I punched that cunt in the stomach, knocking all the air out of her. Once she doubled over I shoved my elbow down on her back and she fell to the floor.