The Rape of Karen Radford
The attached manuscript contains a detailed description of a portion
of the night of August 8, 2012, during which Karen Janet Radford was
raped by John Gruyter.
Mrs. Radford is a freelance aerobics instructor, and during the
course of her work she attracted the attention of Gruyter, whom she had
met in the course of one of her classes. She and Gruyter did not get on:
she found him rude and unpleasantly suggestive, and after repeated
harassment she had him excluded from her classes.
In looks, Karen Radford is very attractive indeed. She is 5 10"
tall, with hazel eyes and short dark hair. She has very fine legs: long,
silky- smooth, and well-shaped. One of the offensive comments that
Gruyter made to her, apparently, was that she had "the kind of legs
which make a man think of pussy." She has rather large breasts and her
buttocks were full, smooth, and well-shaped.
When she rejected him, Gruyter apparently decided to rape her. Mrs
Radford told me in session that while he was using her Gruyter had
boasted that he enjoyed raping women very much, and had already raped
seven women during his career.
Mrs Radford's husband is an alcoholic who regularly drinks himself
into a stupor at night. On one such night Michael passed out drunk on
the couch. Gruyter broke into the house, and as Mrs. Radford was bending
over her husband in an attempt to help him, Gruyter came up behind her
and, put his hand up her dress, and stroked her cunt. Outraged, she
ordered him to leave, but his response was to laugh at her and start
fondling her body. Though she screamed for help her husband was
incapable of hearing her, and Gruyter forced her to an easy chair where,
with her snoring husband a few feet away. he held her forcibly on his
lap while he fondled her breasts and cunt. This was at approximately 10:
OO PM.
He then dragged her struggling into the bedroom, where he stripped
her completely naked. He then mounted her and raped her vaginally for
approximately 25 minutes. After a pause of about 30 minutes he mounted
her again, and raped her vaginally for approximately 50 minutes. This,
the third raping, began approximately one hour after the second rape had
been completed. It was carried out in Mrs. Radford's vagina and anus.
After another hour, Gruyter forced Mrs. Radford to suck his penis, and
then raped her vaginally and anally once more. Despite Mrs. Radford's
intense dislike of Gruyter, she was unable to stop herself from having
multiple orgasms during the rapes.
Gruyter had a very large penis, and Karen Radford had always been
intensely sensitive to a feeling of extreme distention or fullness in
her vagina. Since her husband had a relatively small penis, he had never
been able to fill Mrs. Radford to the degree which excited her. Despite
the brutality of the raping, therefore, she was unable to control the
intense and exquisite sensations which the feeling of Gruyter's thick
penis being driven into her vagina gave her. She came numerous times,
and could not stop herself.
Ashamed of her own reactions to the rape, Mrs. Radford has
prevaricated about reporting the rape, and did not in fact even tell her
husband. She came to me only, in fact, because as a psychiatrist I am
also a medical doctor, and she was afraid that she had suffered physical
damage, for the intense soreness of her vagina and the burning inside
her vagina passage worried her: she was able to walk easily only with
her thighs spread. After fruitless urging by me that she report the rape
and see a specialist. I examined her, I found that the insides of her
thighs and vagina were extensively bruised and the vaginal walls had
been severely stretched by Gruyter's huge penis and in their
overstretched state had been abraded, especially around the vaginal
mouth. Her cervix showed extensive bruising as well.
Her anus showed signs of lengthy friction, and had fissured from the
assault. The marks of her assailant's fingers covered her body,
especially her breasts. Nevertheless, it was clear that no permanent
damage had been done. By the next day the swelling of her vulva began to
subside, and after a week all soreness had vanished.
In our sessions she talks compulsively about the raping, and feels a
need to describe it in detail. She is deeply ashamed at her own
reactions to the assault, for as a man Gruyter is intensely repulsive to
her. She finds herself constantly thinking about the assault, and can
only gain transitory relief by masturbating compulsively. She has
admitted that telling me about the rape excites her, and then weeps when
she thinks of it.
Two days ago she brought me this manuscript which she had written.
When I read it I was astonished to see that it was essentially a
novelized description of her rape. I found the work deeply disturbing.
First, point of view shifts constantly, from an anonymous narrator to
Mrs Radford. I can only take this as a clear sign of her profound mental
confusion. Secondly, despite my professionalism I find myself
unwillingly envious of Gruyter, that he should have had the opportunity
of enjoying this beautiful woman in the way he did.
Despite the fact that it is in the third person, the following
manuscript was written personally by Mrs Radford. It is clear from this
manuscript that the rape has come to fascinate her in a very strange way
indeed.
Manuscript Begins:
In a voice that was quiet and husky, inside it a dreadful amusement,
John Gruyter said. " Playing dead, hmm?"
"You answer me now..." he said. "You playing dead? You think it's
going to work now when it didn't all those times before?"
When Karen spoke, her voice was thin, and so weary. "Go away." The
words were unimportant, for there was no-one who mattered who could hear
them. If there had been anyone, they would have heard her voice as a low
whine, and with it noises: a rustle, a slow shift of weight, a sigh, a
whispery sound of flesh stroked. And they would have see the sight of a
naked woman lying on her side, turned away from a hand that moved across
buttocks rounded and broadened by her drawn-up knees.
"Go away, sweet li'l pussy? Why'd I want to do that now? You'd think
you had the idea we were all tired out. And where'd you get such an idea
from..."
The whining came, the exhausted whining.
"Poor little slut, thinks her pussy's just worn out. And such a
sweet pussy it is...moves under me so nicely, and yells and moans and
begs..."
The hand moved down and fingers stroked between the buttock-cheeks
and on the drawn-up feet the toes contracted and lifted.
An onlooker would heard an aimless shifting as hands gripped slight
shoulders and lifted, a rustling as slender feet pushed to resist, a
small thud of elbow against headboard as a female body was turned
against its weak resistance, a sudden huff of exhalation as the woman
was placed on her back, and a silence. Then he said, in such an
affectionate voice. "Let's try this here..."
A hand touched one of a pair of round white breasts, which lay on
that female chest, each breast spread and separated from the other,
resting outward on the upper arms. The nipple on that breast, in its
large, dark aureole, trembled and quivered to pointed hardness.
"And this one too?"
The big hand touched the other breast, and its nipple quivered to
join its fellow.
"Oh, now look at that."
There was movement from the man as his body lifted. His organ rose
and stiffened outward from his body, large and red-blue in its state, as
thick as the woman's wrist or thicker, and beneath it the heavy sack of
balls, hairy and slack and swinging.
"I bet you don't know what a sweet pussy you have, all soft and wet,
and it fits so fine around a cock, all hot and clingy and tight... I bet
you really want it in you again, all the way in you and up you, and I
always get hard so easily when I knows a pussy needs my cock..."
There was a small thrashing as the smooth female legs pushed in
terror at the bed, between them flashes the fleeting sight of black
female pubic hair, of female genital lips, of a moist-shiny pink female
slit, of female smoothness. Then a silence, a whine, another silence. If
there had been more light the angry, sore redness of that female cleft
would have shown, the redness that it had acquired from the night's
lengthy, repeated, and brutal fucking.
The man's body rose over the woman's and covered it. In a voice taut
and tense with effort, he said, "Now let's see how this makes you feel."
The female body was struggling, the white legs kicking in a
scampering rustle. The strong, hairy male knees came down on their join,
and to the music of a loud whimper, the female legs were spread apart. A
white arm struggled free for a second, a slender shoulder and wobbling
breast appeared, but briefly, before they were pushed back in a
restraining clap of hand onto flesh. And a silence longer than before,
that was the louder for the terrified panting of the woman that broke
it.
There was stillness now, and a time for the scene to be understood.
Where the man was, was darkness, brown hirsute darkness. Where the woman
was paleness, smooth, hairless paleness. A single creature seemed almost
to lie on the bed now, with a dark torso and a terrified female face
under one shoulder, and white, open white legs, still legs now, as if
they waited, and between them narrow strong dark buttocks. The buttocks
rose, curved, lifted, waited. They began to move forward. And the legs
began to kick, a strange, useless, ineffectual kicking, as if the woman
felt the need to resist the coming violation, but yet had little will to
resist, or knowledge of how to do it.
The blind head of darkness touched the female smoothness of the
cunt, pushing at the soft lips, and the kicking became a flailing of
white legs, moving faster than before, but ineffectual still. The man
was moving very slowly, very deliberately, penetration is the most
delightful time during a rape and clearly he intended to enjoy it to the
full. The female lips flattened under the touch, and then slowly spread
apart, and the woman's panting reached a terrified crescendo. Her hips
began to flail with her legs, in an attempt to move her vaginal hole
away from the bulging organ which sought to seat itself inside. The
mouth of the hole was pink, unlike the color of her outer lips, which
were darker. The man slipped his hands under the full buttocks of the
woman and held them steady against his slow thrust. The head found the
resisting hole, which at this point of penetration was still uneven and
irregular, and the pinkness resisted but opened. The very end of the
penis began to enter.
The woman's head fell back, her hair spreading in the pillow, her
eyes losing their focus. "AAAAAAAAAAA," she said.
The sound was not one of pain, but rather of almost unbearable
sensation.
Gruyter felt the change from dry soft hairiness to warm wet
slickness and drew back his teeth in pleasure. The penis moved inward
slowly. The head pushed, and with slow reluctance the passage's uneven
walls began to spread to allow it in, the entrance beginning to stretch
towards roundness. Gruyter felt the change as from resisting
slipperiness to spongy sliding slipperiness.
"AAAAAAAAAAA." the woman said again.
Inside the woman the folds of the vaginal walls began to straighten
and stretch to accommodate the great invading organ. The head was
totally inside now, but all the inhumanly huge length of the cock was
still outside the body of the quivering creature whose woman's name was
Karen. An observer who looked at where they were joining would have seen
the insides of her thighs, widely spread, their skin looking very
smooth, reaching up to where her pussy lips became softly hairy.
Normally those lips lay close together, but now they were spread by
the invading male organ, pouted and bent and stretched around it.
Vaginal fluid had been forced out by the entrance of the penis, and with
it a single small mucous clot of sperm from the previous raping. Or
perhaps even from the initial raping that night, which had happened two
hours before. The fluid waited just below the invading cock, not yet
moving, but poised at the base of the woman's slit, just above her anus,
which was looking red and pursed below. Between the outer lips her inner
vulva were spread too, though since they were smaller and less full they
had stretched much more. Between them was the opening, no longer
irregular and pursed in shape, but almost circular, beginning to show
signs of the stretching it was experiencing. It surrounded the dark
penis-head very closely, hiding it entirely.
The cock began to moved forward once more, and its bloated thick
body began to enter the vaginal hole.
"AAAAAAA," said the woman.
The spongy female flesh began to stretch around it, though the shaft
was so thick that the interior walls were distended nearly to their
limit.
"AAAAAAA," said the woman.
There was nothing but sensation in that sound, so vivid that just
the sound of it made one see a woman with her head thrown back, her eyes
staring, her mouth open and round, her lips pulled to fullness. It was
simply the sound of a woman who for the third time that night was
experiencing the unbearable distention of a man's huge penis, a
stretching caused by something so long and thick that it seemed that a
fencepost was pushing up into her.
The woman began to react now, not as she was; a thinking creature
being raped by a man who had more genuine evil in him than any other she
had ever met, but simply as cunt. From the woman's reactions an observer
would have guessed that the sensations within her were now so exquisite,
the stretched fullness was now so delicious, that the most important
thing, the only thing, became her need to help them, to increase them.
She was weeping, yet her knees were bending so that her feet could plant
themselves and spread her thighs wide and hold herself up for the man's
use. Her hips lifted and held against the invading organ, and she gave a
high quavering "Oh!" as the huge penis buried itself in her groin, her
thighs flattened outward to allow the penis to bury itself to its base
in her. There was soreness in that cry, but what also seemed to be
shamed, reluctant delight. Her arm splayed outward, and her legs, and
she lay there motionless, as if overcome by that utter fullness, that
utter stretchedness, the man's loins against her vulva, the head of his
penis against her cervix.
The male hips drew back and thrust, and drew back and thrust, and
the random and meaningless sounds which had preceded began a cyclic
repetition, steadying into a slow, heavy beat.
Across that beat, in a rhythmic counterpoint, she cried
"OGodOGodOGod!" in a voice of that same clarity and formality and
impersonality as she used to call the time to her aerobics class.
Between the woman's legs, now still and open and smooth and beautiful,
the male buttocks thrust, heavily, smoothly, deeply. The woman's vagina
took the thrusts, and the female body swayed up and down under them,
moved without any effort on her part by the impact of cock in her belly. Her
eyes were a very bright blue, and she had grimaced at the thought of any
Gruyter touch, yet now they stared blindly, the most private part of her
body, her most delicate and private place, distended and filled to
bursting with the organ of that very man.
The woman began deep, slow, moans, a groaning whose cycle matched
his thrusts. And the movements of her flesh now seemed uncontrollable.
There was a time when she seemed to feel an absolute need to spread her
legs as wide as possible, to open her cunt-mouth to him as much as she
could. And there was a time when she seemed to need to clasp his
brutally-thrusting hips with her thighs, and lay her narrow feet on his
buttocks to feel their heaving power. The man and the woman were now
one, the man the rider, the woman the mount, their two bodies swaying
together.
An observer would have quickly realized that her interior cunt-flesh
was now very wet and slippery, for the thrusting began to change in
nature. It had begun in a sound of flesh on flesh, and her vaginal lips
had clung almost adhesively to the penis as it moved. Now the walls of
her vagina were clearly exuding lubricant freely. and the penis was
beginning to slide inside her, so that her interior flesh began to slip
past the shaft rather than be drawn along with it when it withdrew. This
resulted first in a change in the noise of the fucking; it took on an
edge of slickness. And deep penetration into her pelvis now became
easier, and the man's penis easily reached the depths of her belly.
The man's rhythm changed, not increasing in speed, but in power. He
began to gather himself for each thrust, so that each of them drove the
penis to the hilt in the woman's body, each stroke impacting against the
woman's abdomen with a meaty smack, each stroke distending and
stretching the woman's vagina, each stroke filling her and stretching it
from her cervix to her vulva. His penis was so large that it must have
been painful to the woman, for each pumping stroke brought from the
female a high wavering cry of pain. But in her body other things showed.
Her toes were contracting uncontrollably, and she had spread her legs
very widely now, almost flattening her cunt for him, into a position
which made it easier for him to enter her, use her, and hurt her more
thoroughly. Her hands too were on his buttocks, holding them as they
abused her female flesh. The mattress was giving off a regular whump and
recoil as it was compressed under the woman's buttocks with each stroke,
the wood of the head-board was being driven against the wail and
groaning at its punishment.
She began to give cries that started on a very high "OH!", but
quavered off into lower notes: " OH-hhhuh-huhOOH-hhhuh-huh-
OH-hhhuh-huh!"
They were strange sounds, ones of clear female pain, but also ones
of intense female sensation. An observer would have noticed that vaginal
fluid was apparently now very copious, for it was running down the cleft
of her buttocks from her genitals, and parts of the man's swinging
scrotum were shining with it. The mouth of her cunt was a tight, red
moving ring of flesh that now slid easily up and down the thrusting
brown-purple penis. whereas earlier it had been drawn up and outward
from her body in a pout each time the man withdrew.
This was a lengthy fuck, but even the first raping John Gruyter had
given Karen Radford had been quite long. He had ridden her that time for
twenty-five minutes. The second time had been even longer, he had used
her for almost forty minutes. Now this, the third fucking, had been
going on for eighteen minutes. Thus the woman's cunt had been in use for
eighty-three minutes of the one hundred and twenty he had been in the
house. The effect on the rather delicate flesh between the female's
thighs was obvious. In the vagina, the stretched folds were beginning to
show the red tenderness of rubbed flesh, the cervix was bruised by the
constant impact of the penis-head, the vaginal mouth was particularly
red and abraded, and the whole crotch-area, as well as the inner upper
thighs, was badly bruised. Her flesh of her inner lips was now quite
inflamed and sore-looking from the night s fucking. Even her
black-haired, brownish vulva wore beginning to acquire a full and
swollen look.
The woman's thighs were now beginning to spread wider and wider, her
knees were being drawn up further and further, and she was now beginning
to give quick gasping "Ohs?" which were accelerating in pace and rising
in pitch and frequency. The gasping sounds intensified, and then became
a high, yelping, varying "Oh!--Oh!--Oh!-- Oh--Ohi--Oh!--Oh!--Oh!" The
woman's pelvic muscles were now entering the uncontrollable spasming of
the female orgasm, and the woman's face was helpless-looking, her mouth
wide and slack, her eyes staring blankly, unseeingly, upwards, nothing
showing in her face but the hugeness of the convulsive, rippling
muscular contractions that squeezed her full vagina. In the midst of
those intense contractions the woman raised her legs high and wide in
the air, her toes twisting and contracting in the air, and then let them
fall back limply sideways, her thighs splayed wide around the hips of
the man, her feet kicking in the air to the continuing thrusts of the
man.
The man's rhythm too had changed, his hips rotating more and more
slowly, as he enjoyed the sensations of the uncontrollable muscular
contractions of the slick walls of the woman's vagina. His thrusting
became slower and slower, until he stopped entirely, his head drawn back
in a rictus of effort. It was clear that he was holding himself back
from orgasm with considerable effort, so that he could continue fucking
the woman at more length. The woman's spasming had ceased, and the only
sound she was making now was a hurried, gasping breathing. Then she
turned her face to the side and moaned quaveringly, not in pleasure now
but in despair. All motion from the man had ceased: he was now using the
woman simply as a yielding mattress. The woman had begun to sob now, as
if her heart was breaking.
There was a long pause, with no sounds made but the sobs of the
woman. Then, slowly, unhurriedly, the man's buttocks began to move
again, changing from a movement which could hardly be discerned to a
strong, rhythmic up and down pumping. The man's penis was now beginning
once more to thrust deeply into the woman's vagina, its tightly-distended
mouth beginning once more its slick, easy sliding up and down the
purple-brown length of the huge penis. The woman's sobs acquired a kind
of frenzied despair as she realized that the fucking was nowhere near
completion, and as she accepted that her body would continue to serve
its present function of unwilling sheath for the man's penis for many
minutes more. The man's thrusting had acquired now a kind of pleasured
movement, and each stroke into the woman brought forth a quick, meaty
smack as he completed each thrust against the woman's flattened,
sweat-wet cunt and belly.
It was clear that the man's renewed energy was designed to bring the
woman considerable physical anguish, and that in this it was clearly
succeeding, for her spread legs were showing tortured movement. It was
clear that her anguish came from two sources. One source was in her
hip-joints at the amount and duration of spread that the man's presence
and thrusting was requiring from her legs. This she eventually solved
after anguished flailing by raising her knees to her breasts and
allowing the man thereby continued access to her vagina without so much
strain on her hip-joints as before. The other source was simply the
extreme soreness of her loins after these interminable fuckings, and to
this the only response left her was a continuing, begging whimper at
each deep, merciless physical penetration.
The sobbing had now faded into the whimpering, and the only
movements from the woman were those forced on her by the ongoing rape.
Her drawn-up knees swayed rhythmically in the air, the sleekness of her
smooth-shaven thighs catching and reflecting the light. One white, round
breast that had been squashed sideways against her arm trembled to the
movements of the penis buried in her belly.
The man's hands had now slipped under the woman, and were grasping
her full, round buttocks, holding her loins steady against his fucking,
and allowing deeper, more pleasurably painful thrusting into the female
body underneath. The sound of the impact of the man's body against the
woman's stomach and vagina took on a deeper, meatier flesh-clapping
sound. The woman's whimpering responded by acquiring a high, quavering
Oh!-ing note at the intensified strokes. In her anguish the woman spoke,
as she had not up to this point.
"Oh, please, mercy, oh please!'
The man's hips responded with deep, flesh-smacking strokes that
jolted the woman's body inches on the bed, making her shriek with pain.
"You like that, pussycat? Let's see how you like this then."
He pulled back from her, drawing his penis entirely from her vagina,
the organ slipping from her female passage with a liquid sound, leaving
her vulva suddenly empty and gaping. The brown-purple length of his organ
glistened with vaginal fluid, a droplet of sperm at its tip. His hands
grasped her hips and twisted, turning her like a child onto her stomach,
her heavy breasts quivering and jiggling to a flattened rest on the bed.
The woman shrieked, knowing the torment of what was to come. His hands
spread her smooth, round buttocks, exposing the tight, pursed mouth of
her anus. Its natural brown was deeply reddened already from the
extended use it had received earlier in the evening. With casual,
pleasured ease he lodged the tip of his organ against the anal mouth.
The woman began to moan.
"Oh God, Oh God. OH GOD!"
The woman's cries changed to ones of intense and growing pain and
sensation.
"AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH..."
She felt the thick head of his prick pressed between her cheeks, the
slippery head sliding up and down until she felt it pressed against her
anus. It would never fit. Not without tearing her open.
The entry of the penis into the woman's anus was counterpointed by
the sounds she was making as the act proceeded. Though Karen Radford had
firm, round, womanly buttocks, her anus seemed very small compared to
the hugeness of the organ which was entering it. The man was clearly
requiring considerable pressure to force its dry, brown, pursed mouth
open, and it took him some seconds before the anus, with a kind of
fleshly reluctance, began to spread apart. The penis began to enter her
anus. He could feel her anal ring slowly giving away, it felt like a
tight rubber band slowly closing over the head of his cock, squeezing
his flesh.
To be continued...
