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  Anal Rape Abused & Beaten Victims

  by Unknown

  CB-160

  Star Distributors, 1977

  GENERAL INTRODUCTION

  Enema rapes have been running rampant now throughout the country and although police are trying to stop this flow, they have not been too successful. The enema rapist springs out at various times, and since most of these rapists are closet cases to begin with (that is, ninety per cent of the rapists hide the fact that they love enemas from their friends and family, thereby causing them to go out and find an innocent victim), chances of ever catching them is slight.

  But in this book, we are not concerned with the rapists, but rather, the innocent victims who had to succumb to the wet lust of their attacker.

  Jill W., 15: "I thought that it was my boyfriend ringing the bell and as soon as I opened the door, he slapped me across the face, knocking me out. The next thing I remember is hearing my younger sister screaming and seeing this huge man getting ready to insert an enema nozzle up Nicole's naked ass..."

  Judy B., 14: "Mr. Ross, my math teacher, told me that he wanted to see me about something, and I thought it was math. He had formulated something else, however, and as soon as I walked into his office, he locked the door and attacked me with the enema."

  Merrily F., 17: "The police used me as a decoy all right, but they didn't come to save me when I screamed until it was all over and I had had the water in my ass and was letting it drain out of my ass because the rapist had already finished..."

  Wendy R., 18: "He actually broke into my bathroom while I was taking a shower and before I knew what was happening, he had my hands tied to the shower nozzle and was sliding the cold, threatening nozzle up my leg and between my buttocks..."

  Linda C, 15: "He forced me to my knees and I thought he was going to make me suck his cock. I was prepared for that, I think. What I wasn't prepared for was the enema bag he pulled out ... and later, after I was cleaned out, he ass-fucked me which hurt ten times more than anything else..."

  Elissa H., 16: "It was the day of my sweet-sixteen party and I thought that nothing could go wrong. On my way home, I was attacked in the park near my house, dragged into the bushes and then raped. But that evil enema came first...."

  These are just a few of the girls who have stories to tell. There are thousands across the nation.

  CASE HISTORY ONE

  SUBJECT: Jill W. AGE: Fifteen

  INTERVIEW ONE

  Jill W. is one of the most attractive patients I have seen in a long time. She has small, almond-shaped eyes,' high cheek bones, and perfect heart-shaped lips. Her hair is long, black, and looks incredibly soft and silky.

  Although she is fifteen, she has a full figure of a grown woman. Her breasts are large, rounded, and seem quite firm, while her hips curve out seductively, especially in the tight blue jeans she was wearing when she came to see me in my office.

  I didn't want to tell her that it was easy to see why someone would want to attack her because she does look quite appealing and voluptuous.

  One reason I kept my mouth shut on that particular item was because it was easy for me to see how nervous Jill was about coming to see me, and the one thing I wanted to try and do was set her at ease. After a few minutes, and a cold glass of water, she felt relaxed enough to start speaking, although her thoughts didn't seem quite together during this first interview and I suspect she was under doctor's sedation.

  I just can't believe that anything like that would happen to someone like me. I know that's what everyone says, and it doesn't surprise me. I mean, you read about something in the newspaper and you say to yourself that these kinds of things always happen to other people, but they'll never happen to me.

  I'm wrong. What can I say? Well, I never did read about enema rapists before, and maybe that was what surprised me the most. I remember that when I saw the man standing outside of my door, the very minute I opened it, I said to myself that I was going to be raped. I knew even then. The enema was what came as a surprise.

  Look, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I mean, this thing upset me, but it got to my sister Nicole even more. After all, she was only thirteen and not only did the man give her an enema, too, but he raped her as well. I can't imagine my first fuck ever being like that.

  Maybe I should start at the beginning, as far as my sex history. Not that I've had such an active sex life, but at least the man didn't bust my cherry and make me bleed when he shoved his cock into me. Uch, I can remember that he still had the blood from my sister on his cock when he started to fuck me and that was the most disgusting part of the whole thing.

  The reason we were alone? I thought I had mentioned that. You see, my cousin was getting married. It was a Saturday night, a big affair and all, and my aunt had decided not to invite all the cousins because we have a big family. My mother said that she was just cheap and didn't want to pay for so many extra people, but I didn't care. I would have rather stayed home with my sister anyway.

  My parents didn't know that I had invited Norman over, mainly because they don't seem to like him too much.

  Norman and I have been seeing each other for six months, and he's the only boy I've ever been with. I'll never forget the way he seduced me in the front seat of his father's Caddy. I guess maybe I let myself lose control because of the whole aura of his father's chic, luxurious car. It happened on our third date.

  He took me to a drive-in. All we had ever really done was kiss, although the kiss between the first and second date had gotten much heavier. The second time he brought me home he kissed me hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into my mouth and grinding his groin against mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I knew what he wanted. The only thing was, my parents had brought us up with all these standards and the thought of actually letting him do it to me, scared me more than it thrilled me.

  At the drive-in, however, Norman had come equipped. He had a bottle of red wine in the back and we were chugging from the bottle.

  I was tipsy by the time the movie started, and felt him moving closer and closer to me. He slipped his arm around my shoulders, then moved his mouth to my neck and began to nibble on my ear. I know that I was tingling all over, especially in my virgin cunt, and that scared the shit out of me.

  When he touched my tit, I could feel my brown nipple perking up into a pleasurable stiffness. He started to pinch it with his fingers, still through my blouse, and for a second I closed my eyes and let myself get into the feeling.

  Then I remembered everything my parents had said, and I suddenly became so cold.

  "Norman," I said, pushing his hand away, "you're trying to take advantage of me. Stop that this instant or I'm going to insist you take me home."

  When I think about it I even see that my' morals were the morals of the fifties. I understand now, that times have changed, but I didn't know it then.

  "Are you kidding?" he asked me. "Jill, what's wrong?"

  "If you do anything I won't feel right," I told him.

  "Why? Why won't you feel right? Sex is the most normal thing that two people can do. It's the most pleasant thing that can happen between a man and a woman."

  "You're saying that only because you want to get into my pants. I've heard about boys like you, Norman. I've heard, believe me."

  "Look Jill," he said, getting very serious, "I've played your little game with you so far. The first date was a small kiss, the second date was a bigger and better kiss. If you continue playing, you're supposed to put out on this date."

  "Is that what you think? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

  "A beautiful, loving, and tender girl," he
said, stroking my long black hair. "Look, if I had had my way, we would have made love the first time we went out, but I knew you weren't like that. Why are you so uptight about sex?"

  "My parents said that...."

  "Jesus, if you're going to believe anything they tell you, you're hopeless."

  "What do you mean by that?" I asked him.

  "Look, times have changed, morals have changed, standards have changed. I bet your parents enjoy sex just as much as everyone else, only they're too fucking prim and proper to admit it. Look, Jill, you have to come to grips with the fact that everyone is basically sexual and there's no reason to feel guilt for carrying out a feeling. Now if you can tell me that my stroking your nipple wasn't pleasurable, then I'll stop."

  Really, doctor, I would have had to lie to tell him that. It was one of the most pleasant things I had ever felt. I didn't have to say anything because when I took a long pause, he knew what was happening.

  He leaned over and kissed me harder on the lips, and my hand instinctively moved to his short brown hair and began to stroke it. I could feel how hot his breath was as he started to kiss his way down my neck, opening the buttons of my blouse at the same time. I could see he was excited because I wasn't wearing a bra. The smile on his face when he saw my two naked tits for the first time, stiff brown-nipples and all, was priceless. I wish I had a picture.

  He moved his mouth to my right breast and began to lick my nipple with his tongue. I couldn't believe it but my nipple actually became stiffer as he started to flick it back and forth with the tip of his tongue.

  My pussy was literally soaking through my panties by this time. Really, it was the most incredible filing I've ever experienced. After Norman spent a few minutes with one nipple, he moved his mouth to the other one. By this time, I could feel a fully hard bulge pressing against his pants and for one second, it scared me. But then I thought, what the fuck should I be scared of? It's only a cock and he's nice.

  I wish I could say the same for the man who raped me and my sister. There was one point, I remember, when I thought that this man's cock was only a cock and he couldn't do anything to hurt me, but then I remembered the way it was covered with my sister's virgin blood and ... oh, you'll have to excuse me a second doctor. Bad memories.

  There! I think I'm okay now.

  Anyway, because I had that attitude with Norman, it was easy for me to just reach down and start to massage the bulge I could feel. I don't think I've ever seen someone look so satisfied in his life. I mean, he looked at me and smiled, then spoke.

  "Wow, Jill, I can't believe the change that came over you in the last few minutes. It's most certainly like night and day."

  "Look, if this is going to happen, it's going to happen so I like it."

  By this time, Norman was already kissing his way down my belly, and although he was using one hand to unsnap my jeans, the other one was still up there playing with my nipples, tickling them and keeping them hot and stiff.

  I have to admit that I was a little embarrassed when he first pulled off my pants and panties because this was the first time I was ever letting any boy see my naked cunt. I didn't know what his reaction would be, but as he started to run his fingers through my sparse black pussy patch, he smiled.

  "You're so fucking beautiful down here," he said to me.

  I couldn't believe it when he moved his mouth to my cunt and then started to lick me. Doctor, I have to explain things to you. I see you seem shocked to think that a girl of fifteen ... excuse me, I was fourteen at the time ... anyway, that a girl of fourteen would be surprised when someone starts to eat them out for the first time.

  I led a very sheltered sex life. Most of my friends didn't talk about doing it because none of them did. When Norman had kind of talked me into going along with him, I just expected a straight fuck. You know, the cock going into the cunt. I had never really thought about his eating me out.

  But he started to, first spreading my pussy lips with his fingers and then starting to lick my stiffened clit all over. I swear, I was squirming around on the leather car seat and sweating profusely because I was getting off on it so much. My pussy started to spasm fast and I started to get wetter than I had been before.

  Norman went at me with the enthusiasm of ten men, I swear. He kept shoving his tongue into my cunt as deep as my thick hymen would let him, and he seemed to be savoring the taste of my pussy juices on his tongue. I could feel his solid tongue licking my cunt walls to get full bursts of cunt cream flavor.

  He cupped his hands on my buttocks when I was approaching my first orgasm because I was so hot that I instinctively began to thrust my ass up and down off the seat. Holding my buttocks seemed to be the only way that he could control me and keep me from moving, because I have to admit that I was moving so fast that his mouth couldn't keep up with me.

  I felt his hands rubbing my sweating back into my buttocks as I started to come.

  I came in colors. By that, I mean I closed my eyes and started to see all kinds of color flashes happening before me. I saw reds and blues, and best of all, these hot pinks that made me squirm with delight.

  When that part was over, Norman licked his way back up to my mouth and when I started sucking on his tongue for a few seconds, I could actually taste the sweet flavor of my pussy. I think I understood then why he had been so enthusiastic about it.

  As he kissed me, I could feel him lifting his crotch off my naked skin, and I really didn't know just what he was doing until he pressed himself down on me again. He had taken his cock out of his pants and when he touched me again, I could feel his swollen dick in the flesh, pressing against my wet pussy hairs.

  "Norman," I said, "do girls suck off guys like guys eat out girls?"

  "Of course," he said. "Would you like to try? I want to warn you though, that I've heard the taste takes some getting used to. You might not like it."

  "I like you," I said to him. "In fact, I love you. And if something like that would bring you pleasure, I can't see how I wouldn't like it."

  He sat up in the front seat and I saw the way his cock was sticking straight up in his lap. I leaned over and moved closer to get a better look.

  Norman's cock was about seven inches long, and quite thick. He had a thick patch of brown hair around it and his balls were in a sack that was red and covered with finer hairs. I cupped his balls and he moaned softly.

  Then I moved my mouth down to his cock and started to lick it. At first, I was afraid to take it into my mouth because I wasn't sure if I would be able to take the entire thing in. So I was just licking my way up and down his shaft, and I could feel the tension in him. At one point, as I was licking my way over the tip of his cock, I tasted a drop of his come that had escaped the slit.

  The flavor was delicious, like nothing I'd ever tasted, and I figured if I could get more of it and bring him pleasure at the same time, there was most definitely something good behind this whole sex thing. It was only then that I opened my mouth and slid it down over his shaft, so far that I could feel him in the back of my throat.

  "My God, Jill," he moaned, "you're incredible."

  I started to slide my mouth up and down the length of his shaft, and after a few times

  Norman made it easier for me by thrusting. He held onto my cheeks, stroking them softly, and he started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. There was one time when I felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in my mouth and don't laugh, but I thought that there was something wrong.

  I pulled my mouth away immediately and looked at him, terrified.

  He started to laugh and told me that he was just about to come when I had pulled back. I looked quickly, and saw his cock throb once. Then it all subsided, except for the erection, of course. He was still hard.

  "Come on," he said, "you can keep sucking it. When you feel that happening the next time, pull back just a little so you can really taste the come on your tongue. Otherwise, if I'm in too deep, it might get caugh
t in your throat."

  By this time, his pubic patch was sweaty, and each time I slid my mouth down his shaft, I could smell the most enticing odor emanating from his patch. I swear, there was so much good about sex. Not only was there the taste and the knowledge that you were bringing your partner such pleasure, but even more, there was that aphrodisiac smell, like nothing that had ever penetrated my nostrils before.

  This second time, when he started to pulse, I squeezed his balls hard. I pulled my mouth back, like he had told me, and then I could feel the warm come pumping out into my mouth. I didn't really notice the color then, but I thought that the creamy consistency of it was super. I let some of it drip down my throat because I could feel more and more being pumped from his cock.

  The last load was one that I kept in my mouth for a few minutes so I could really savor the sweet flavor of come. I didn't know when I would taste it next.