The Violated Virgin

Chapter 6


The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared
blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She
had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the
instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her
interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer
classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest
wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.

She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling very foolish. “I didn’t catch
that.”

The instructor smiled.

“I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer
classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment
that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies
to substantiate this theory?”

Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in
her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.

“Er … Well …” she began, “I really haven’t done enough research
yet. But it sounds reasonable, don’t you think?”

The instructor smiled. “Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is
just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally
do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual
activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on
economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor
seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the
consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive
devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the
lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only
compounds their unfortunate economic position.”

A student raised his hand.

“Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of
accomplishment,” he said. “It is the one function they can perform
without training. It’s like they feel they might not be able to work
their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional
respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of
intellectually.”

The instructor laughed. “Interesting, but I don’t think valid, in view
of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in
satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition.”

The young man was not to be put off.

“What about the kids, though?” he persisted. “I’ve talked to some who
feel they’ve really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of
someone in their own neighborhood. And there’re lots of girls from
Grosse Pointe who’ll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of
the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled
forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency.”

“Ah.” The instructor raised his eyebrows. “That’s something else again.
True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a
violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated
approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will
be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove
himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will
often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature,
the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing.”

Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was
scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or
comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she
had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being
violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong
element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it,
and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the
same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she
found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the
boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse
Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech
and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a
barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the
last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of
refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a
spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses
at the very thought of it happening again.

“Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?”
The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one
would observe her flushed condition.

She nodded.

“There have been young men in the family?”

“Yes, two brothers,” she replied, a little hesitantly. “One is sixteen,
I think, the other about two years older.”

“Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with
you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their
distance?”

She flushed. “I … I wouldn’t let them …” she began, and the
instructor cut her short.

“I’m not intimating that you would,” he said brusquely. “But you can
tell whether there might be the desire on their part.”

“I would think that perhaps they might,” she said slowly. “But on every
occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present.
They’re not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to
have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older
brother, who’s just a little hood, I’d say.”

The instructor smiled. “Thank you, Suzanne. We’ll be interested in
hearing more when you’ve completed your study of this family.”

Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated
at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her
conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one
but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn’t talk.

The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of
the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a
deep breath and began walking back to her apartment.