In Andrew she found a man she could dominate and thus who was no threat to her. Andrew was a masochist who fit perfectly into Helga's sadistic plans. As a woman-dominated boy, he grew up assuming that males were unimportant and so it was an easy thing for him to be ordered about by an aggressive wife. But a man can take just so much, and he deserted his wife in his own mind by moving into a private room.
Once Helga found herself without someone to rule and humiliate, she went hunting for other men. She soon found them because a large number of men in the country are so unsure of their manhood that they find a certain pleasure in being dominated by women. These men are the type to willingly submit to the lash and the weird demands of sadistic females.
Helga, like all sadists, needed to give stronger and stronger doses of pain as her career progressed. When Jack, the gas station employee, entered her strange world, she was all but ready to commit murder to experience a sexual thrill. If she is allowed to continue without intensive care and therapy, she will become a hopeless psychotic.
I gave these findings to the court, and today Helga is in a private mental hospital. I can only hope that she will one day return to society as a happy and stable human being.
Chapter Seven…
Case History:
Name: Janet M.
Age: 37
Janet is a slim, beautiful blonde woman who is married to a sports announcer. She is step-mother to the man's two teenage sons from his previous marriage.
“I don't know where I can turn, doctor. You are my last hope. I've reached a point where I think I'm going out of my mind. My husband doesn't know I'm here and he doesn't know WHY I'm here. Scott and Tracy do, though, they're his two sons. I suppose they are my sons, too, since I've married him but I prefer to look upon them as just another couple of boys. It isn't that I don't love them… quite the opposite. It is because I love them too much.
“This is my second marriage, too, doctor, but I have no children to show from it which is a blessing, really. I married Edward when I was only seventeen. He was fifteen years older and you might call him a sort of father-image for me. My own father died when I was nine and I was brought up by my mother and a couple of old maid aunts. My aunts were old in every sense because they couldn't stand happiness. I suppose that's why they never married. I still can see the two of them now sitting on the front porch and bad-mouthing the whole world. They never allowed boys to come around to the house and forbade me to date. 'There's too much sinning going on today,' they would tell me.
“I wanted to get in on that sinning because the last thing in the world I wanted to do was to turn out like my aunts. As for my mother she just sort of drew into a shell after my father died. He was the only man in her life and she had him for such a short time.
“The boys at school said I was very pretty and I dated them on the sly but I could never know one of them for long with my aunts keeping their evil eyes on me. They found sin everywhere and they looked upon boys as devils out to destroy angel-girls.
“Then Edward came along. He was only thirty-two but he looked pretty old to me at seventeen. He had been a friend of my father's and he dropped by to see his widow. When Edward walked through the door I realized that he was one of the few men ever to enter the house. He had a dry cleaning business in California and was on his way back there. California! It seemed as far away as mars. How I wanted to go there and leave that sad house with my evil aunts behind. When Edward asked me out I quickly went with him. My aunts didn't object for once because they thought the man was only showing me a small kindness.
“Edward took me to a movie and then to an ice cream parlor. I enjoyed the looks I got from my school friends because they were wondering what I was doing with an older man. Edward took me for a long walk and slipped his hand around my waist when we were alone. He told me that he had spent all of his adult life building up a business and now he was ready to find a girl he could share it with. He had known me only a matter of hours and he was proposing!
“Edward meant escape from the awful house and I accepted him on the spot. I knew that my aunts would object to the marriage so I eloped with him to a state that granted marriages to girls of seventeen. We went to a motel for our wedding night. When Edward held me in his arms I realized that I was going to have sex for the first time. It all had happened so fast that I was scared.
“My husband had had many girls before, of course, and was used to making love. He didn't force himself on me but worked up my passions step by step. Edward slipped a finger into my vagina and thrust it back and forth as if to get me used to his penis. He took off all my clothes and licked my breasts. He surprised me when he ran his tongue over my sex and then sucked. There was a lot about love I didn't know.
“Then he was naked. I gazed at him in the gloom of the motel. His penis was standing up long and firm. I wondered if I could take all that meat between my legs. He placed himself on top of me and I felt his male member beginning to enter my body. I gasped and clutched at his back. There was some pain but there was a great deal more pleasure. Edward slipped into me with care and consideration. When his prick was dug all the way into my cleft he rose up and slipped into me again with a bit more speed. Soon he was thrusting with vigor and I became so impassioned t hat I wrapped my legs around his hips. He spewed and the warmth of his manhood filled me.
“Although my husband was fifteen years older than I was we had a wonderful marriage. California was like a new world to me and I was free for the first time in my life. Edward was not a rich man and I had to work in the dry cleaning store for fifty hours a week at no pay. He kept hoping that we would make enough money to pay for hired help but that never happened.
“My husband worked himself to death. He had a heart attack in the shop and died. I was thirty-six at the time and I had to begin another life somehow. I sold the store and treated myself to a world cruise. I felt I had this much coming to me after all the years I had put into the place. When I saw young people on board the ship enjoying themselves I was reminded of how much I had missed. Edward had been a loving man but I still felt I had been denied a youth. All my good years had been spilled down the drain of that dry cleaning shop that had given us a living wage and no more.
“I met Danny in my travels. He was a widower about my age who had two growing sons, Scott and Tracy. The boys were at school back in America and he was taking a rare vacation alone for once. Danny obviously thought the same about me because he showered me with attentions. By the time we both arrived home we knew we were in love.
“Danny took me to see his two sons who were being looked after by relatives at the same time. They were handsome lads. Scott was seventeen and preparing to enter college and Tracy was sixteen. The boys liked me and this was all Danny had to know. He proposed and we were married.
“My husband's job required him to travel a lot following teams around the country. I stayed home with the boys and it was a strange new experience becoming a mother for the first time. The boys were a delight and I was glad to see that both of them had active social lives which was something I never had as a kid. Tracy, the sixteen year old, was on the shy side but still popular with the girls. Scott was more outgoing and he wanted to be a pro football player someday.