by Tim Court
I was going to stop fighting with her then, but she still had some energy left and got up to attack me once more. I think that I had her in a head-lock when Mike and some of the other guys walked in, and they all looked pissed as shit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Mike wanted to know as two of the dudes ran over and pulled us apart.
Of course, we each started with our stories and since the other girls didn't like me, they all backed up Nancy. I wanted to kill them all when I saw what a dirty look Mike was giving me.
That night, when I climbed into his bed, I reached for his cock and he pulled away. He was limp, I could feel, as I tried to touch him, and I knew that he had already fucked someone else. It was probably Nancy. I knew it because Mike was the kind of guy who wouldn't go to bed without fucking someone. If his cock was limp, it meant he had already done it.
"Mike," I said, snuggling against his back and whispering, "I'm sorry about the fight today. But you have to believe that I didn't start it."
"I don't give a shit," he moaned. "Now leave me alone."
But his whole attitude made me realize that he did give a shit, indeed. During the next few days I was beginning to feel totally out of it. I felt like I didn't belong with them anymore. I would still go out with Mike on his bike and jerk him off, but that seemed to be the only time when we were really together.
I was thinking that things were looking up when he told us all that he had gotten tickets for this huge concert that we'd all been dying to see. It was going to be at the garden and Mike had purchased tickets for everyone, including me.
"In fact," he said to me, "you're going to be my date."
I was honored, especially when we walked into the garden arm in arm. Little did I know, however, that Mike had planned something with the girls. As I walked in that night I never would have thought that I was going to end up on the bathroom floor during the concert with an enema up my ass.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Roni came to see me, she was wearing a regular blouse and a pair of faded denims. She looked completely different. Her hair was styled a little better and she didn't have the same kind of unruly look she had the first time I saw her. When she spoke, however, it was easy to tell that she still had the same kind of nonchalant attitude about everything.
The concert was out of sight, until after the intermission. Mike had gotten us front seats, and we never expected anything less. We were sitting there smoking pot, popping poppers, and I think that everyone was already tripping when we got there. I know that I was. Mike was being more lovey-dovey than usual, and I remember all these times when he was rubbing my tit during the concert.
It was a trip, let me tell you. We saw about three bands before the intermission came, and when it did most of the guys split to look around and see what was happening. I decided to get up, too, since I didn't want to sit there alone with Nancy and her gang. I think that Christy, this black chick, Debra and Sue, these twins, and Sally, this other girl that I didn't know too well, were all there with Nancy.
Nancy had brought a large brown paper bag with her to the concert, and that's where she had the enema bag the whole time. I remember asking her what was in it as we first entered the garden, but she hadn't answered.
So long as I had my ticket stub, I knew that I could walk all over the place and then find my way back to my seat when the intermission was over.
The only thing was, I had to go to the bathroom really bad, and as I walked toward one of them I could see that the line went on for miles. I always noticed that with the girl's bathroom at places. There's never a line where the men piss, but there's always a long line where the women have to go.
Shit, I said to myself, I'll just wait around a while until the concert starts again and then I'll go in when the bathroom's empty.
Having settled that much, I continued walking through the crowd. I came upon some people that I knew and we blew a joint. By that time, you could hear the music blaring up in the concert hall, and people were already starting to walk back.
I said goodbye to my friends and started to walk back to out seats. Then I remembered my need to piss. I figured that I might as well go do it.
I walked back to the bathroom and sure enough, it was empty. I was really glad because I sure as hell hate to piss in a public bathroom when there are other people around. I know that you sit in the private little John and everything, but I still feel uncomfortable about doing it.
When I closed the door of the stall and locked it, I pulled down my pants and panties and started to piss. As soon as I did I heard the bathroom door opening and I knew that there was someone else out there. I looked under the door and could see a few feet and that told me it was more than one person.
I thought nothing of it. The garden was a big place and there was no reason in the world to suspect that it was Nancy and her bunch coming to get me.
I finished pissing and then I wiped myself. In the meantime, I could hear the sink running outside and I just thought that someone was washing their hands.
After I pulled up my pants I stepped out of the stall. That was when I saw the whole group there. Nancy, Christy, Debra, Sue and Sally were all standing there leaning against the sinks. Nancy was holding the enema bag behind her back.
"Hello, imagine meeting you here," the blonde bitch said to me.
I just wanted to get out of there but I wanted to wash my hands first. However, they were all blocking the sinks. I just tried to push Nancy out of my way without saying anything and that's when I felt Christy moving behind me and grabbing my arms.
I tried to fight the black girl off, but the others were on top of me before I could do anything. They knocked me down to the floor and two girls were holding my arms so that I could hardly move.
Nancy started to strip off my pants and panties, and I didn't know what the fuck was going to happen. I tried to kick her but Christy was helping to hold down my legs.
"Now, you cunt," Nancy said, moving her hands to my naked black pussy patch and pulling hard on a few tufts of hair, "we're going to give you what you've been desiring ever since you've been with us. A good cleaning out. And when we're finished cleaning you out we don't want you back."
I didn't know what she was talking about until she pulled the enema bag out from behind her back. I gasped. I had heard of enemas before but I had never dreamed that I would ever be the recipient of one.
Christy pushed my legs up in the air so that my naked ass was exposed. Then I felt Nancy pulling my white cheeks apart and shoving that enema nozzle deep into my ass-hole. There was a chilling rush of warm water in a second, and I gasped. It was the most uncomfortable thing I'd ever experienced.
I was going to open my mouth to scream, and Nancy could sense it. She quickly moved around, pulled her pants down and shoved her naked pussy over my mouth. I could hear the other girls gasping a little, since these lesbian things were not too common among them.
"I'd rather have her head muffled in my cunt than hear her screaming and get caught," Nancy said, by way of explanation. But I knew that she was into it, especially when she told me that I might as well lick her. "If I'm going to cover your face and your tongue is so near, you might as well do something."
She rammed her finger into my cunt as she pulled the nozzle out, and I knew that I had better start licking her before she did anything else to hurt me. The water in my ass-hole was killing me and I was trying to hold it in because I didn't want to make such a mess all over the place.
Her pussy was filled with cream the first time I shoved my tongue in, and that made me realize that Nancy was getting hot giving me an enema. She is such a sick cunt. Anyway, she started to frig my clit back and forth as she moved her cunt up and down on my face. She was actually fucking my tongue because I was just really sticking out and holding it out without moving it.
So she was moving up and down so that my tongue was almost like a cock that she was riding. When she started to come, her
cunt walls spasming, I could feel her juices dripping out into my mouth. It was the first time I'd ever tasted a woman in my life, and I didn't think it was that bad.
Personally, I prefer dick anytime, but I had no choice in the matter.
Nancy started to bring me off to a super-orgasm, too. She didn't let her fingers stop until my cunt was flooding, and even kept them going for a long time afterwards. I knew why, too.
Once I started coming, I couldn't hold that damn water in my ass-hole. Every muscle of mine just wanted to relax and get into the feeling of the orgasm, so by the time I was finished coming I had let all the water leak out and was wallowing in it.
That's why Nancy kept me coming. It wasn't hard for her, or the other girls, to see what was happening as the water pooled up around me. In fact, most of them started to move out of the way because they probably didn't want to get wet. I can't say that I blame any of them at all because as far as I'm concerned, it was gross.
When Nancy finished fingering me, she got off me and pulled up her pants. She left the enema bag lying on the floor as she and the other girls moved to the door.
"There's a note for you," she said, pointing to the enema bag.
They were gone by the time I picked it up and read what was written.
"So long, it's been good to know you. Mike." That was all. I knew it was his handwriting because I recognized the crappy letters. And that was the last time I ever saw any of them. Sure, I could have reported the rape attack, but who the fuck would have believed me, and even if the cops did, do you think they'd try to do anything?
CONCLUSION
I can agree with Rom in the fact that no one would try to do anything to bring her attackers to justice because most members of these biker gangs keep moving on. There would also be no way for the girl to prove anything.
I don't think that Roni is going to have too much trouble overcoming her experience. When she talked about it, she was rather cold and dignified, as if it was one experience in her life that she had had.
She seems to be the kind of girl who-likes to chalk everything up to experience and all I had to tell her is to watch out from now on and to be a little more selective with the people she gets herself involved with. I was happy when she left.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Elissa H. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Elissa is a very outgoing girl who seems rather demure and sweet. She has shoulder-length blonde-brown hair and an upturned nose. Although her face is very pretty, her cheeks seem drawn and hallowed. She told me that she had lost a great deal of weight after her rape attack because she just didn't feel like eating.
Even though she did look a little thin, she still had nice-sized breasts and long, slinky legs.
I'm never going to forget the day I was raped. Some people say that and you think that they're just over-dramatizing what happened to them. You think that they probably will forget the date in the long run, but not me.
I was raped and given an enema the day of my sixteenth birthday. I was on my way home. My parents had sent me out to buy something, but I knew that they just sent me out so all my friends could arrive at my house to surprise me when I walked back in. Well, I was the one who surprised them because I returned home bloody and beaten with my clothes tattered and torn.
Then I just fainted on the living room floor. Surprise!
The thing that I don't really understand is how a man has the balls to try and rape someone in broad daylight, and even more, how he could have dragged me into that deserted house with no one else on the street seeing anything. But he did, and once he had me in there he started to beat the shit out of me.
I think that I was all prepared for what he was going to do, so far as fucking me went, but when he pulled out the enema bag and started to administer one I thought I was going to die.
I had had one experience with an enema before and that was when I went to the hospital for a stomach operation. I was ten at the time and they had to give me an enema before operating on me. When they gave me one, I didn't mind it too much because it was all for medicinal purposes.
When my rapist gave me one, I certainly minded it because that was sick.
Before I even tell you what he did to me, though, I should tell you that I knew enemas were used to sexual purposes with some people, but I had never thought I'd have one used on me. I had even seen a film about it once, sometime last year, and that was because Bruce, this guy I was dating, told me about them one night.
"Have you ever had an enema?" he had asked me, and when I told him yes he seemed to get excited. "I think they're terrific."
"What makes you think they're so terrific?" I asked him.
"I saw a loop in this store on Forty-second street, and this guy was giving this girl an enema. You should have seen how excited he was getting about it."
That was the first time I had ever heard of an enema being used for sexual purposes and I thought that Bruce was off the wall.
"You're insane," I said to him, point blank. "You're absolutely insane. People don't do things like that. Doctors use enemas and they're the only ones."
"Wanna bet?" he asked me.
"Sure," I said to him. "What kind of bet do you want to make?"
"If we see the film and you see that a guy actually does give a girl an enema, then you have to let me give you one."
"And if we don't?" I asked him.
"Then you can give me one."
So I agreed. Of course, I thought that I was going to win and that was the only reason I had agreed. I had no intention of ever letting Bruce or anyone else give me an enema for their own pleasure.
We took a ride into the city and we walked into one of those stores. We walked in the back and I felt funny because I was one of the only girls there and all these lewd guys were staring at me.
"Here it is," he said, pointing to one booth.
I looked at the small little sign that they had up there and read what it said.
"In this film some horny young stud ties up a girl with the biggest set of knockers this side of the Mississippi, gives her an oil enema and then fucks the shit out of her while she struggles to hold it in."
"Do you believe me now?" Bruce asked, after I had read the sign.
"I have to see for myself," I said, and I was getting a little bit scared because I knew that the film was going to have just what the sign had said in it. Even though there were signs up that said one person per booth, we both snuck in.
Bruce put a quarter in and as soon as he did the booth went black and the film came on. I could already see this blonde girl with huge tits tied up to a bed. She was totally naked and the minute Bruce saw her, I felt his cock rising in his pants. He reached for my hand so I would squeeze his dick through his pants as we watched.
I did.
The girl was straining against these ropes that had her tied and she looked completely helpless. Then this naked man entered the picture. He had curly brown hair and I was pretty surprised to see that his cock wasn't hard like I'd expected it to be. I thought that the men in these films didn't perform unless they were hard, but his limp dick was swinging back and forth between his legs.
He was also carrying an enema bag in his hand and when the girl saw it she started to scream. The man walked over to the bed, raised her ass up off the sheet and shoved the nozzle up her ass-hole.
He told her that he had put some cooking oil inside of it, and although the film was silent, they had a few subtitles and that was one of zhem.
"Can you imagine how greasy and good that must feel?" Bruce asked, pinching my tit.
"Greasy, yes, but certainly not good," I said to him.
Anyway, this guy seemed to fill this naked blonde girl up all the way and when he pulled the nozzle out of her ass-hole she squirmed some more. By this time, the guy's cock had grown quite long and hard. I watched the transformation as he filled her.
He moved his cock
to her cunt lips and started to rub his swollen cock head there. You could even see how wet her lips were getting as he rubbed his cock there, and then he slid right into her.
The film went off and Bruce immediately slipped another quarter in there.
We picked up on the film in mid-fuck, and every so often there would be close-up shots of the guy's cock fucking the girl's cunt, and closer shots of her ass-hole and a few slow trickles of greasy oil.
But she did manage to hold all the oil in during the fuck, so it seemed. I think that it's impossible to do something like that, and after the film went off again, I told Bruce not to bother with another quarter. I had seen enough.