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Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 04:00:58 GMT
From: Babylon_xy@hotmail.com (Ebony)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

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GRAND ROUNDS: True stories of weird sex
CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUBJECT: AMY I.
AGE: Twenty

When Amy first walked into my office, I could not get
over how beautiful she was. She has long black hair and large blue
eyes, and one of the most mysterious smiles that I have ever seen in
my life. She was wearing a tight sweater, and I could see how large
and firm her breasts were, for it was obvious that she was
wearing no bra underneath. She had on a short skirt and high boots.
Amy is the kind of girl who always amazes me, for one
reason. One would think that someone as lovely as she is
wouldn't have a problem in the world, and yet, when she started to
talk to me, it seemed like she has more problems than most
people.
AMY: Sometimes I get so scared when I think about the things that
it takes to turn me on. I really feel like I want to die. Of course,
they say that the first time that you've ever been with a man has a
lot to do with the way that you feel, and my first time was so horrid,
that it's something I'll never be able to forget. The thing is, you
never would expect police to act that way toward a person. You
would think that they're the ones who are supposed to help, and not
hurt you, but I guess you just never know in this wcrld.
It all started one afternoon when I was fifteen. I can remember
that I was sitting home all alone. It was on a Saturday. I don't
even remember where my parents had gone to, but chances were good
they'd gone shopping.
I was reading, because it's the one thing I've always loved to do.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I walked over to answer it.
Since we had always lived in a safe neighborhood, I
didn't think that there was any reason in the world to be scared about
opening the door. In fact, most of our neighbors, and our family too,
kept the doors unlocked at night.
"What can I do" I asked, as I opened the door. Suddenly, it was
shoved open, pushing me back, and there were these two large
brutish looking men. One of them pushed me down on the floor,while
the other closed the door.
"Let's check the place for money," I heard one say. One of them was a
black man, and the other seemed to be white, or Puerto Rican.
"Yeah, we need a fix," the black one said to me. "Where's the money?"
I was terrified. I knew that my parents kept a lot of money around the
house, and I knew just where it was. Still, I didn't want to have to
give it to those strung-out junkies no matter what. So I didn't say
anything. The white man told the black man to watch me while he
went upstairs to look, and I was dragged into the living room,
"You are some nice looking bitch," the black man started to say to me.
"You really are some nice looking hot bitch." I tried not to look him
in he eyes, for I was too scared. "What's the matter cunt? You're not
talking to me?" he asked.
I said nothing, and that was when he stood up and walked right in
front of me. He started to slap me hard across the face, and then, he
pulled his cock out of his pants. I had never really seen a hard
cock before,and his was enormous. He started to slap me across the
face with it, and he started to tear at my clothing. He rammed his
cock into my mouth, and I was gagging on it. At the same time,
he was pulling on my nipples, hard. I felt almost as if he was going
to pull them off. When he started to move his hands down into my
pants and panties, I thought that I was going to die. But just
then, the other man came down.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked the first one.
"What do you mean? Can't you tell, you fucking asshole?"
"We need money, not orgasms. Leave the cunt alone."
"I'm not touching the cunt," he said,moaning, and he was continuing
to thrust in and out of my mouth the whole time.'l'm fucking her
face."
I just hated the way that he said it, and I hated it even more
when I saw the way the other guy looked. He started to smile,and then
he walked closer to the two of us. I could hear the sound of his fly
unzipping. Then, I could feel another cock being rubbed against my
tits, and I knew that it had to be his. He was moaning loud, too.
"Did you get any money?" the black man asked him.
"Yeah, just a bit. Let's fuck her face first, and then I can tell you
all about it."
They started to rip at my clothing then, even more, so that my pants
and panties were soon torn, too. I could feel the way one of the men
was starting to finger me then, sliding his long fingers in and out of
my cunt. It was hurting, but I couldn't say very much, because of the
way the cock was still in my mouth. It started to pulsate soon enough,
and then, I could feel the way that the man was coming in my mouth. I
hated it. The come shot right into my throat, and I almost gagged on
it. However, I managed to swallow it without choking.
Then, as soon as the black man had pulled out, the other man moved
his cock right into my mouth and started to fuck my face. He didn't
take as long to come. He shot off onto my face, and he was laughing as
his cream was dripping all over me. I was a virgin at the time, which
goes without saying.
"How much did you get then?" the black man asked, as they both
threw me on the floor and started to shove their dicks back into their
pants.
"About two hundred. That's enough," the other man said, and they ran
out of the house, leaving me laying there.
I waited for about five minutes, because I was just so scared. I kept
thinking that if I got up and they were still there, they would hurt
me more. When there was complete silence for a long period of time, I
finally managed to crawl toward the telephone. I picked it up and
dialed for the police, and then I must have just passed out on the
sofa.
When I woke up, the front door was closed, and there were three
policemen sitting around me, all of them smiling. Now, before I even
begin to tell you what happened to me with them, I want you to know
what the police have to say about it. For one thing, they deny that
those cops were ever at my house. I can't even remember what they
looked like or what their names were. I don't even think that I got
to hear their names, because they hardly talked at all.
I was still practically naked, since the two men who robbed the house
had left me that way and the cops seemed to love it. Anyway I started
to ask who they were, and they told me that they were the police and
that they were answering my call.
"Now you tell us what happened?" one of them asked me.
I told them everything that I could remember. I told them about the
men breaking in and searching for money, and then I told them about
the way they had both used my mouth to satisfy themselves.
"Are you sure now?" one of them asked me, and I was mad then.
"Of course I'm sure.Of course. What do you think? Do you think that I
would make something like this up? Do you?"
"Now calm down, Miss. You must admit that the way you look, you are
leaving yourself quite open for certain things. "
"What do you mean, the way I look?" I asked them.
"You're practically naked," One of them said. "We can see all of you.
We can see those tits of yours, and this cunt of yours. I would think
that if a man came in and saw you this way, or rather, if you let a
man in dressed this way, you were just trying to start something.
Asking for trouble."
"Oh, you fucking bastards,' I started to scream. "Get out of here. You
police are the worst bastards of all."
"Are you going to let her talk to us like that?" one asked.
"She's just hysterical." Another one said. "Just hysterical."
"There are things to calm down someone that's hysterical."
And then, I could feel one of them moving his mouth to my cunt. I
could feel the way he was starting to eat my pussy. digging his tongue
deep into me. I could feel some pleasure from it, I must admit. After
all, it was the first time that I had ever felt anything near my cunt,
other than my own fingers, and it was feeling pretty nice. Still. when
I tried to hit the man, another one grabbed my hands. They pulled my
hands behind my back and tied them up. Then, I could hear the
sounds of flys unzipping. It's a sound that I don't think I'm
ever going to be able to forget. I could feel cocks rubbing against my
body, and I know that I heard one of them saying something like
this.
"We can always say that the two robbers abused her this much."
I wanted to scream. I knew that these pigs were going to rape me,
and when I opened my mouth to scream, my yell was forced back down my
throat. I felt a huge cock being rammed into my mouth, and I was
almost choking on it. I started to gag around it, but they
didn't seem to care. The one who was eating my cunt had made me come a
little bit, and I could feel the way he was pulling his mouth back
then. I felt something rubbing against my cunt lips at that very
moment, and I knew that I was going to be fucked. The man thrust
his cock deep inside of me, and I could feel the ripping paiin
going all through my body. After that, I was just like a limp rag,
for them to use the way that they wanted to, and I hated every second
of it. I could feel one man thrusting in and out of my mouth while the
other man was fucking my cunt. Then, I could hear the third one
talking.
"Roll her over. We can all fuck her at the same time. Let me see
what it's like to fuck an asshole for the first time in my life."
It was the first time in my life, as well, I might add. I don't even
know how they managed to get me into the right position for it, but
within a few more seconds, I could feel a cock pushing into my
asshole. I started to cry then, and as I was crying, the one man came
in my mouth. The one who had been fucking my ass said something about
me being too tight there, and so, he pulled his cock back and started
to move it toward my mouth. Some of my shit was on his cock, but he
didn't care. He just rammed himself between my lips, so hard, that I
had no choice but to suck him. And so it went on for the longest time.

The man started to come in my cunt, and then the one who had come in
my mouth must have been the one to move his cock into my cunt after
that first one pulled out I don't even know how many times someone
came in me; they just kept alternating and moving a cock here, and a
cock there. My body was black and blue by the time that they were
finished abusing me, and I know that I had to have passed out.
When I woke up, I was in bed, and my parents were sitting there. I
could see how upset my mother was, and for the next few hours, I
could hardly even remember what had happened to me. But then, it all
started to come back, because I could hear them talking about how the
house had been robbed.
Then, someone walked into my bedroom, and when I looked over, I had to
start screaming. It was a man in blue. I didn't even look at his
face. I didn't even know if he was one of the ones who had used me or
not. All that I knew was that the uniform scared me. He left the room
then, and I started to tell my mother what had happened. I could tell
that she didn't know whether or not she should believe me. It was not
until a little bit later that a doctor came in to see me. He sat down
and held my hand, and asked me what had happened. As I started to tell
him, I could see that he was shaking his head a little bit.
"Now listen, Amy, the police never came here. They said that
there was no call placed when you said that you tried to call. You
were lying on the rug unconscious when your parents came home, and
they called the police."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "No. That's not the way it happened."
And no matter how much I tried to convince them that I was telling
the truth, they believed only what they wanted to believe. They
thought that I was crazy, too, and put me away for a while.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time that Amy came to see me, she was looking much
prettier than she had looked the first time, which was quite
amazing, considering how lovely I felt she was back then. Her black
hair was pulled back, revealing more of her sculptured facial
features, including high cheekbones. It was not until she steed
to talk, that I sensed the same kind of uneasiness about her that
I had sensed during her first visit. I had done some research on Amy,
between her two visits, checking with the hospital where she was
committed so that I could read over her records. Although she seems to
be functioning in the outside world now, they still seem to think that
she is quite disturbed, and so, I was looking for hints of those
characteristics that they said she shows, while I was listening to
her.
AMY: The hospital. That was another thing, Doctor. They say that
they're supposed to help you there, too, but I don't think that
they and....
Let me clarify that this was a mental hospital, too, and after
being there for about a year, I couldn't ever think of going back
again to any hospital. I'm sure that the regular ones are just as b
ad. You see, the doctors there didn't help me. Instead, they
helped themselves to get me, and it was as easy as you could imagine.
Also, some of the other patients who I knew had to be sicker than I
was were allowed to roam free, and if anyone wanted to just walk into
my room, he or she could.
You see, for the first few weeks, I was kept in a straight-jacket, and
kept tied to my bed. I'll never forget the first person I ever saw.
I don't even know what his name was, but he was a red-haired crazy
person. I mean that when he walked into my room, he looked so sick. He
was wearing one of the hospital gowns, so I knew right away
that he was a patient. He was also playing with himself, through his
gown. He walked right over to the bed that I was tied to, and he was
drooling.
"Wanna see me, you hot thing?" he asked, and I started to scream
right then and there. It took a few minutes before anyone came to
help, which I thought sucked. I thought that they should have
come running the second that I screamed, and it was only later
that I learned that they thought I was paranoid. Therefore, they were
not planning to answer me right away. They thought that it would just
be satisfying some insane whim of mine.
While that sick man was there, he started to pull my covers down a
bit, and then, I could see that he was getting hard. He was
starting to massage his cock bulge, which was now sticking straight
out, forming a kind of tent under his gown Although I couldn't see
his cock in the actual flesh, I could see how big it had to be, and
because he was wrapping the gown around the shaft while rubbing it, I
also saw how thick it was. He probably, would have gotten me, had they
waited any longer. I mean, he was already starting to push my
gown up a bit. Then, someone ran into the room. He was a handsome
doctor named Richard, I was to learn later, and he had nice black hair
and light eyes. If I fell in love with anyone while I was at the
hospital, it was him.
"What's going on?" he asked, and as soon as that sick red-haired
man heard the voice, he pushed the covers back up.
"That man just tried to rape me," I screamed.
"Me? Me? Me?, " he started to ask, and I could see that he was really,
crazy. "No, not me. Not me. Not me. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't do
it. 1 wouldn't ..."
"All right, Mr. Morris, go back to your room now," the handsome doctor
said. He waited until the crazy man had left, and then he moved closer
to my bed. He sat down on a chair near my bed, and started to stroke
my hair "Now Amy, You're going to have to stop accusing everyone
of raping you, you know. You're going to have to, oh otherwise you
just won't get out of here."
"What? I don't know what you're saying."
"Come on, now. You must know why you were put here. It's true that
they know you were abused by the two men who broke into your
apartment, and they violated you pretty badly. We could see that
there was anal penetration and..." '
"No," I started to shake my head. "They didn't do that. They
only fucked my face, Doctor. You have to believe that. They
only fucked my face. It was the police who came later who were
the ones who abused me like that."
He started to shake his head, and he reached for my record file which
was hanging on the end of the bed. He started to write something, and
I just sat there, stunned. I knew that he didn't believe me, just
like all the others.
"Didn't you see the way that man was hard?" I suddenly asked him.
"When you threw that-sickie out of the room, didn't you see that he
was hard? You had to see it because it was so obvious. He got that
way in here."
"For one thing, young lady," he said to me, "don't call any
patients here 'sickies' because you happen to be just as sick,
For another thing, had you known Mr. Morris better, you would have
known that he plays with himself all the time. There's hardly a minute
here when he's not hard, and rubbing it. We all know it and we've all
come to accept it, as you had better, too."
"And he gets to walk around?" I asked the Doctor. "He's more sane than
1?"
"No, but he's been dealing with it longer. Believe me, it's
better this way."
I thought that I was going to have to start playing their game, but
that night, it happened to me again. The only one that I could think
who might have done it was that man, Mr. Morris. I couldn't
see very much, because it was dark, and I was sleeping when it all
started to happen. I don't know, suddenly, I could feel something
moving inside of me, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the
shadow of a man on top of me. It was a cock moving in and out of my
cunt. The man had pushed the covers down and he had started to enter
me. I opened my mouth to scream, when suddenly, a hand moved
to my mouth. It covered it, and when I bit into it, he slapped me.
"Yeah, hot bitch," the man said, with muffled moans.
I tried to push him off, but I was in the straight jacket, tied
down. My legs were free, but he was already between them, moving that
hard cock of his in and out of my cunt, as fast as he could. It was
thicker than any cock I'd felt in me yet, meaning that the loony man
had a bigger dick than the cops. When I bit him again, he kept
slapping my face, back and forth. Then, he started to moan something
about how I was nothing but a cunt. I don't know what it was that
finally made me start to get turned on. I mean, I would think that no
girl could get turned on in that position, I was, after all, being
raped, no more than three days after it had happened before, two
different times.
He kept telling me how cheap I was, and since I was helpless, I guess
I just started to submit to him m ore, All that I know is after a few
more minutes (which did surprise me, since the others who had fucked
me had come so fast, and this man fucking me was taking a long
time), I started to feel my cunt getting wet inside. This man was
moaning about how nice that felt, and then, he started to pulsate a
little bit inside of me. When that happened, I could feel the way his
cock was making even better contact with my clit. I thought that it
was so sensational, and soon, I was moaning.
That's when even more abuse started. He was pulling at my hair, and
telling me that because I was nothing but a cunt, I didn't deserve
to feel pleasure. He was telling me that the more I came, the
more he was going to hurt me. Somehow, his fingers managed to get a
few buttons from the straight jacket open in the front, and he
started to yank at my nipples, hard. They had gotten stiff,
somehow, and as he pulled on them, the pleasure surged through me
more. Then, I was coming even harder, and I felt this man's cock
shooting come right into my cunt. The come shot out in thick loads,
and this man was breathing heavier and heavier as he was
coming. I could feel his warm breath blowing into my ear, and that
managed to make me feel much better, too.
The man did all these things to me after he had come, to clean me up.
He worked as fast as he could, first buttoning the straight
jacket again, then taking a wet cloth so he could wash out my pussy.
He did it so tenderly, that I started to come again. He slapped
me hard w-hen that happened, and I almost started to cry.
"Stupid cunt,,. he was saying "How the fuck do you expect me to get
you cleaned up if you can't keep your pussy from coming over and
over?"
I couldn't help it. Out of all the times that I had been fucked, all
against my will, mind you, that had been the first time that I
had ever come My cunt was starting to feel so sensitive then. He did
clean me up, and he left, and to be honest, to this day, I don't even
know who it was that did it to me. I tended to think that it was Mr.
Morris, but I didn't know. You see, many of the doctors were looking
at me, too, and making eyes at me. I was sure that any one of them who
could have been on night duty could have come into my room and taken
advantage of me. In all modesty, I knew that I was probably the best
looking girl in the whole place. I told Richard, that handsome
doctor, what had happened to me the next day, and he started
to shake his head.
"I told you that you would never get out of here if you keep telling
stories like that. No one could have come into your room and taken you
last night. All the doors are kept locked, and it would be
impossible."
"Then it had to be someone on the staff," I told him. "It just had to
be. Only someone on the staff would have the keys."
"Or," he said to me, as if he knew for sure, "you were just having
a dream. I think that would explain the whole thing so much
better."
"No, it wouldn't" I said, and he was shaking his head. I started to
talk more about it then. I told him how my feelings were changing a
little bit, at least, and how I had managed to come with the one who
had taken me last night. He seemed to be a little bit interested in
that.
"And what do you think that could mean?," he asked me.
"I haven't any idea. Maybe he was just a better fucker."
"No. Maybe you're coming to grips with what happened to you. You
probably dreamed about it, and you started to feel horny about it.
That's really one step in the right direction, you know, I thought
that you might have sexual problems when you get older, but maybe this
will work itself out."
During the next few weeks, while they still kept me in the straight
jacket, because they thought that I was totally flipped out it
happened every night. I swear to you that I'm telling the truth,
Doctor. I swear it. I know that if you checked with the hospital, they
would deny it, but can't you see why they would? How good would it
be for their reputation if people knew the kinds of things that
they let go on in there?
Each night, though, someone would come into my room. I started
to think, more and more, that it had to be one of the
doctors, because if the door was kept locked, which I never really
knew for sure, only a doctor could have the key. For the first few
weeks, too, I started to tell them all about it. It was not until I
had been there for three months or so, that I did play their
game.
You see, one day, Richard and I had a long talk. He told me that he
really was starting to like me, but that the stories I was inventing
were just too much. He said that the longer I kept telling them,
the longer they would keep me there. So I lied to him. I
started to tell him that I had been making it all up.
"You're right. The only time anyone ever abused me was that day
when the men broke into my parents' house. There were no police that I
could remember. There were no nightly visits to my room so someone
could use me. I lied."
"Very good. You are getting better," he said to me.
I thought that he was a little sick for not seeing how much I was
lying. But then, that night, it happened again, Only there were two
of them, and since I hadn't convinced them enough to let me
out of the straight jacket at night, it was so easy for those men to
use me. I was up when they walked in, and I could make out shadows,
but that was all.
One rammed his cock right into my mouth, and I started to suck
on it. The other one moved his cock near my cunt, after pulling
down the covers. Then, I was being slapped and hit and pinched,
and I could feel the way I was coming so hard. It was such a
sensational feeling, that I started to moan, and I was even sucking
the cock more than I had ever sucked one. I mean, those times when I
had been forced to take it, I had had my face fucked. I hadn't been
able to move my mouth up and down the shaft and take it in the way
that I wanted to. Instead, it had been forced on me. But that
night, the man who was in my mouth let me move my mouth up and
down his shaft, and I was even deep throating him. Being so helpless
so that the men could do whatever they wanted to do to me was
really starting to turn me on. I was like their sex slave, and because
my hands were bound in the jacket, and I was tied down to the bed,
there was just no way that I could do anything but serve them. My
cunt and my mouth were two holes for their cocks.
And I was kind of glad that I started to get off on it, believe me. I
had hated the idea of all that abuse before when it had happened,
but now that I was getting off on it, it was feeling better. I started
to make that man come in my mouth, and as the come shot onto my
tongue and I heard the way that he was moaning, I loved it. I said
nothing about it the next morning, even though I knew that the man who
had fucked my cunt the night before had come in me, and hadn't
cleaned me up. In fact, I could feel the come drying in me all night,
and it felt great. Richard started to ask me if anything had
happened, and I said no. - And it kept happening, and I kept
telling them that nothing happened.
Then, one night, they decided I would be able to sleep without the
jacket, and without being tied down. It could have been a few weeks or
a few days after the two men had started to use me, but I don't know,
When you're in a mental hospital, you do tend to lose all track
of time.
That first night when I was left sleeping alone, untied, they came
into my room, Perhaps they didn't know that I wasn't tied, but as soon
as I felt someone touching me, I started to grab him. I was so scared
about having a cock near me, all of a sudden, but that man
slapped me hard across the face. He said something to the other one
about not knowing that I had been let out of the jacket, and then, I
felt my hands being pulled behind my back. Within a seconds, they
had been tied with something. It could have just been a piece
of fabric ripped from a dressing gown, or something like
that. I had no idea. All that I knew was that I was bound again, and
helpless. And being that way seemed to make all the difference in the
world, especially when it came to being turned on. The cocks were
rubbing against me the whole time. I mean, every so often, I could
feel one against my flesh.
Let me try and describe what was happening. When they first walked in
and woke me up and I felt the cocks, I was terrified. Then, within the
few seconds that it took them to tie me, or maybe as I knew
that I was being bound, so that I wouldn't be able to do anything but
let them use me, everything changed. The same cocks, which for a
few seconds, terrified me, and made my whole body get tense, were
suddenly feeling so nice. I started to moan then, too, and as one man
finished tying me and the other was still rubbing his cock against me,
I could hear them making all kinds of comments about what a hot to
trot bitch I have to be.
Then, the man between my legs started to push my legs up over my
head. He moved his mouth down to my asshole and started to eat it. I
couldn't remember when I had felt so good. I swear to you that it was
so sensational with his tongue flicking in and out of my asshole, and
I could feel the way my whole body was starting to loosen up. He ate
my asshole until it was nice and wet, and then he started to move his
cock up to my ass, and he entered me. I could feel how nice it was as
he slid his cock deep inside of me, and I started to moan as loud as I
possibly could. Of course, that wasn't too loud because the one near
my mouth started to fuck my face.
Being bound just made me feel like nothing. However, because there was
nothing that I could do about their attacking me, I just got into it.
I was coming so hard the second that the man was fucking my asshole,
and I could hardly even believe it, since it had only happened once
before, and I had hated every second of it because it hurt. Neither
one of them was even doing anything to my cunt, but my cunt was
spasming harder and harder, and my juices just kept flowing. The one
came in my mouth first, and then, my asshole was spasming and the one
who was The one came in my mouth first, and then, my asshole was
spasming and the one who was fucking my asshole started to come in me.
Once again, I said nothing, even though 1 knew that I could
have proved to the doctors that I had been raped the night before. For
once again, the man who had come in my ass didn't bother to clean me
up, so that I could have shown them the come. They let me out after
a year, and I haven't been back there now for four years, except to go
visit.
Of course, you must realize that my sex life is rather strange because
of all the abuse that I had to put up with. Since I had learned
to come while being abused like that, there is now no way that I
can come without the same kind of abuse. If a cock comes close to me,
and there's a way I can push it away, I will. I mean, deep down, I'm
still pretty scared of cocks, but when there's nothing that I can do
about keeping one from entering me, then I do get into it.
I'm happy about one thing. I met Jimmy, this guy, about a year back.
My sex life had been pretty shitty up until that point, because I
wouldn't tell anyone how to turn me on, and if a guy would try to make
it with me and I'd panic, he would usually stop what he was doing.
Jimmy was much more dominant than any guy I had ever been with before
in my life. When he took me back to his place and started to kiss me,
things were nice. But then, when he moved my hand near his crotch, I
freaked out. I tried to pull away from him, and that was when he
grabbed me.
"Look, no bitch just gives in halfway with me," he said to me. "If
you start something then you go all the way, got that, cunt?"
He forced me down on him, and I was gagging as I sucked his cock. But
then, as I tried to push him away, he grabbed both of my hands. He had
pulled off his belt, and he managed to tie my hands together behind my
back with that belt. Then, as he was stripping my blouse open his
fingers started to pull at my nipples hard, so that I thought he was
going to rip them off. I started to get into it when he began to fuck
my face then, and I think that he realized what I was into at that
very moment. He was smiling, and saying all kinds of things about this
girl who had to be forced to do it, otherwise, she just wouldn't, and
I knew that he was talking about me.
You see, once a man does start to force me, and makes me powerless to
stop him, I'm his sex slave for the duration of our bound encounter. I
can be beaten and slapped around while it's happening, too, and I'll
still get into it. In fact, the slaps seem to make my skin feel much
more sensitive, and so, I'll just come harder and harder. Jimmy
know-s all that now, and he seems to love abusing me. He can make me
beg him to fuck my asshole, just by tying me up and playing with it a
little bit, until I'm dying to have it filled. Then, he can ram his
big dick right into my ass and fuck himself into a rage. Sometimes, he
might even leave me bloody, but I don't care, because while the rape
is going on, I'm loving every second of it. It is the only way I can
get turned on, though. That's the part I have to come to grips with,
and I think that as long as I'm with Jimmy, I will.

CONCLUSION
I don't know whether or not to believe any or all of Amy's story.
On their record in the hospital they list her as a compulsive
liar. There are some notes about the nightly rapes she reported
during the first few weeks.
I decided that one way to deal with her problems was to talk
with this new lover of hers, and this is what I learned from Jimmy. It
is what he thinks about her problem,
"Amy just seems to love being abused," he sad to me. "I honestly
don't know where it stems from. I would think that rape five years
ago was the reason. I think that she needs to justify all the
abuse that she can take in her mind, and that's why she made up
the other stories about the cops and the doctors. Yes, I really do
think that she made up those stories, I can't see it happening for
real."
The truth that she makes up the stories: When left my office and
talked with Jimmy, he told me that she said I had used her. I deny
that, here and now.

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