by Tim Court
I asked my mother about it the next day after Herb had left for work. I don't even know what he did, nor did I care. But my mother was hurrying along with her breakfast so she'd be on time for her beauty parlor job when I asked.
"Does sex control a person so much that they forget about everything else?"
"What? Valentine, what makes you ask me something like that?"
"Just something I feel. I feel that when you reach an orgasm you're so vulnerable that you forget about all kinds of crap that happens."
"Young lady, I don't know where your mind is or why you've been thinking like this. Explain yourself."
So I told her what I had witnessed the night before after I heard them arguing and I saw how shocked she was to learn that I had seen it.
"You just lost yourself," I said to her. "It looked to me like you had forgotten all about how Herb hit you so many times before entering you. Can't you remember how much those blows hurt, or do you forget because of the sex?"
"There are certain things that you have to live with," she said to me. "When you get older, you're bound to understand some of them."
"I hope not," I told her and when she asked why, I explained. "I don't think that Herb is good for you or for us, but you seem to find excuses for everything that he does. Well, if you feel that way, fine. But you only feel that way because you need a man, right? You once told me that. Well, I hope I never have to let a man beat me up because I need him. I hope not."
Sometimes I know I say things that blow my mother's mind. Sometimes I can see her wondering how the hell a thirteen-year-old knows all these things.
Well, after that talk, things still seemed to be going the same. I mean, I would hear them yelling in the bedroom some nights, and usually the fights were about me because Herb still walked around naked and he was even cursing a lot in the house. I'm used to language like that but my mother still doesn't like it.
The fights would usually end with a few slaps, which I could hear louder than anything else, and then with some panting which I took to be their fucking moans and groans.
Some mornings my mother would come down to the breakfast table with bruises on her cheeks and arms, and she always made excuses for it. I didn't want to tell her that I thought she was crazy for putting up with him.
I had been through all that and nothing had come from it.
One day Herb came home in the early afternoon and he looked drunk as a skunk. I heard him stumble into the apartment and almost fall on his face. When I ran to the front door to see what was going on, there he was, lying there in a heap.
"What are you doing home?" I asked him.
"I was fired today from my job, damn it," he said.
He started to get up and walk toward me. I backed up a little but soon I was against the wall. He placed his mouth on mine and dug his tongue in deep. I could taste the bourbon on his breath and I thought I was going to be sick.
He reached for my tit and started to squeeze it and as soon as he did that, I just used my natural instinct to get away. I drove my knee up in his crotch and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. He backed away for a second and doubled over in pain. When he did that, I took it as my only chance to run away from him. I ran down the hall to the bathroom which was the only door with a lock and I locked myself inside. Of course, he was in hot pursuit of me.
I could hear him pounding on the door and there were times when I thought that the lock was going to give way and he was going to burst right into the bathroom and beat the shit out of me. However, he was too drunk and he gave up after a few minutes.
I didn't come out of the bathroom until I heard the front door open about two hours later because I knew that my mother was home then.
"Why didn't you make dinner?" she asked me, for she was used to coming home and finding it on the table.
"Your husband got drunk and lost his job today and then he tried to rape me," I said to her. "Don't get upset. He didn't do anything. But I did spend a delightful two hours locked in the bathroom because he was in the house."
Well, you should have heard the fight that went on afterwards. My mother stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door closed. The two of them were in there alone and I could hear her yelling at him, telling him that he was disgusting. Then there were some slaps, but this time, she continued to yell and I'm sure she was fighting back.
She came storming out of the room later and by that time, I had thrown something together for dinner. She sat at the kitchen table and cried.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said. "I think this whole marriage was a mistake. I hate him."
"You don't hate him," I said. "You love when he has sex with you and so he can appease you all the time. You love him for that and that's enough as far as you're concerned."
She gave me the dirtiest look ever because she knew I was telling her the truth.
I don't really think that her solution in the matter was a good one at all. I don't blame her for it, because who was to think that after she locked him out he would break into the house and rape me? We thought that he was gone for good, but he wasn't.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Val came to see me she was wearing a pants suit and the suit made her look like a twenty-five year old woman. She is obviously much older than her actual age, not only in looks, but also in intelligence.
I think that the way she handled her rape attack proves this.
That's what my mother decided to do. Herb began to go out looking for jobs a few days later. During those days when he was home, I would go to a friend's house and stay there until I knew my mother would be home.
Then one day, my mother told me what she was going to do. While Herb was out she had all the locks on the doors changed. She was home that night with me when he came back from job-hunting and he tried to open the door.
"Hey, Bea, open up," he yelled to my mother.
She walked over to the door, but didn't open it. She just stood on the other side and started to talk to him as reasonably as she possibly could.
"It's over, Herb," she said to him. "You have to understand that. I'm filing for divorce tomorrow. Find yourself someplace else to live. It's over and it never should have happened to begin with."
Of course he started yelling and putting up a fight, and at one point when I saw my mother reaching for one of the locks I ran over and pushed her hand away. She kissed me on the forehead for doing that.
Anyway, Herb left a few minutes later and we thought he was gone for good.
Two weeks passed before he broke into the house and raped me, and that's why the whole thing came so unexpectedly. My mother had filed for divorce and her lawyer said that he couldn't get in touch with Herb, so we figured he'd left the city.
I was home one afternoon when school was finished and I was getting ready to make supper. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and Herb started calling. I got so scared and I could feel myself trembling.
He was smashing at the door with his fist and I hadn't locked all of the locks. I could see one of them giving way and I ran to try and turn the others. But it was too late. He had pushed the door open and he ran into the apartment.
I immediately turned and started to run to the bathroom but he was fast on my heels. He tackled me in the hall and then he dragged me into the bathroom. It was only then that I saw he had an enema bag in his hand and I didn't know why.
He sat on my chest as he reached up to fill the enema bag and I kept trying to hit him and kick him in the balls. Once, when I almost punched him there, he smashed his fist across my face and almost knocked me out completely.
"You fucking bitch," he was screaming. "You know that it's all your fault that your mother and I are splitting up."
"You're a sickening, disgusting man," I said, "and it has nothing to do with me."
Then, as if he was trying to prove my point, he pulled his zipper down and yanked his large cock out of
his pants. He shoved it right into my mouth and I almost gagged on his thick piece of meat. I tried to bite it, and when he felt it he pulled his cock from my mouth and smashed me across the face again.
"I can see that I can't trust you," he said.
"That's right," I said, gasping for breath. "If I could, I'd cut your fucking balls off and stuff them in your mouth."
He was already sliding down my body and he started to rip my blouse open. When he saw my naked pink nipples I watched the saliva drip out of his mouth. He really was one of the most disgusting people I ever met.
He moved his mouth to my tit and bit on my nipple, hard. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my leg and I tried to knee him there but he was pressing down on my leg with too much force.
His hand moved to my pussy while he licked my nipple. He ripped at my pants and started to finger my virgin cunt. I knew that he was going to break me then and the thought of it made me sick. Out of all the men I've ever met in my life, Herb came close to being the grossest one and I had never dreamed in my life that he would be the man to break my cherry.
Herb licked my nipple for a few more minutes, and then he slid down my body, pushing on my legs so I couldn't kick him. He ripped my pants and panties all the way off and yanked my legs apart.
Then he reached for the enema bag that he had been filling and he shoved my legs up over my head. I tried to kick him and he smashed his open palm against my buttocks so I felt this incredible rush of pain shooting through me.
He rammed the enema nozzle into my ass-hole and I could feel ice cold water flowing into me. I started to squirm as he dug the hose deeper and deeper into me, and the fucking bastard was laughing the entire time that all of this was happening. I wanted to cry more than anything else but I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing my tears.
I felt like a balloon being blown up and I never thought that I would be able to hold so much water inside of me. Once the bag had emptied everything into me he pushed my legs down and then climbed on top of me.
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard while he forced his cock into my dry cunt. He came up against my hymen and then he just shoved his way past. I could feel the most intense pain running through every bone in my body as my virgin blood started to run over his cock.
My blood was the only lubrication that we had because my cunt didn't get wet at all for his driving cock. I could feel his thick dick rubbing over my clit but he just disgusted me too much. I couldn't feel any pleasure with a man who made me feel so utterly disgusting.
He was breathing heavily the whole time, and then his cock started to pulse inside of me. That hurt more than anything else, and the only good thing about it was when he started to come because I knew it was going to end.
I don't know how I had held the water inside of me during the fuck, but he complimented me on it when he pulled his limp dick out and noticed that nothing had leaked.-
I stood up, staggering a little bit, and sat on the toilet. I started to shit everything out of me while he stood there, watching me and stuffing his cock back into his pants. When I had finished shitting I stood up and pushed my way past him. I think he was completely confused as to what I was going to do.
After all, I was still naked. I walked into the kitchen and was glad when he followed me. For I went right to the knife drawer and pulled out the one with the biggest blade, then whirled around to face him.
"Now you get out of here before I take this and stick it in your gut," I said. "I could get off easy, too, you know. They'd never convict a child who murdered a man who raped her. Now get out of here. Get out of town, because I'm going to report this and every cop is going to be looking for you."
He chuckled a little, but he knew that I was serious when I lunged at him with the knife. He took off like a jackrabbit.
I locked the door and fell on the floor. When my mother came home and found me I told her everything that had happened. We called the police and they are looking for him, but I think he took my advice and left.
I carry a small knife with me now. If I ever saw him again, I wouldn't do anything unless he tried something first. But if he did, I swear I would cut his balls off and stuff them in his mouth. I swear I'd do it.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
I cannot imagine anything more brutal than an enema rape, and I feel that the patients in this particular study have all confirmed this attitude. There are too many enema enthusiasts who are still in the closet, afraid to come out and face up to this need of theirs. They are usually the people who will strike out on an unwilling victim.
Carl Smith, the policeman and Merrily's interview is the perfect example of a closet enema case, so much so that he pretended to be in pursuit of the evil enema rapist when he, himself, was the man. From Merrily's interview, it seemed as if Officer Smith put down people who used enemas.
I think this is the attitude among most of the enema enthusiasts. They tend to put themselves down, and in doing so, make their fetish seem uglier than it is. They put it down and hear other people put it down, so they cannot come out of the closet and confess that they like enemas.
As a result, more and more young girls are attacked and the statistics on enema rapes show that they have doubled in a year.
Sometimes, it can be easier for the victim to come to grips with what happened, and the girls who did in this book seem to be those who were mature to begin with. Then there are those like Judy who knew the man who raped her (her teacher, in fact) and had been having intercourse with him steadily. It's much easier for a girl like Judy to come to grips with what happened to her because she can talk with her teacher and find out why he had such a need.
THE END