A Modern Sequel to the Marquis de Sade's Erotic Masterpiece
'"Cease and desist!' Silvanus ordered. 'This isn't the proper time for a theological discussion. Here we have Justine, a product and a victim of twentieth century religious and moral ethics-the very bugaboos we're dedicated to overthrowing. I've decided that she shall be converted from scratch. It will be difficult for her at first, but I'm confident that with all of us working together she'll soon be enlightened as to the joys of purgative sexual liberty. And I suggest we initiate her tonight!'
"Everyone cheered the monster's words while I trembled like a leaf. Silvanus immediately ordered off my clothes, and when I refused they were torn from my body in shreds. There were murmurs of approval as I was drawn into the circle. The four men closed tightly around me, and the girls surrounded them . .I was passed among them, and every inch of my body was pinched and probed. I was then compared with the other girls. I was forced to kneel in the center of the circle. . . "
FROM CHAPTER EIGHT OF JUSTINE, BABY
CHAPTER ONE ...
The two sisters were a cipher of contrast. Indeed, they defied comparison except that each, in her own particular fashion, was a very sexually desirable young female. But therein lies the problem-and the beginning of the bizarrely fascinating saga.
Julie was the eldest at nineteen, a sultry, dark-haired beauty with startling blue eyes and a voluptuous body that looked as though it wanted to be stroked at its own impertinent insistence. She exuded animal magnetism. At a glance, she was a feline creature who demanded and extracted a sensuous tribute from any man who dared attempt possess her.
Justine, sweetly smiling Justine, was the picture of beguiling innocence beside her sister. Nearly sixteen, with long golden blonde hair which fell straight and framed an angelic face and wide, soft, brown eyes, she had just budded delectable curves of breasts and buttocks that marked her emergence into that time of her life when her virtue shone conspicuously.
In short, Julie was a sexpot and Justine a child-like virgin. Of course, appearances aren't everything. In the case of these sisters, they were. The rules held; the exceptions went out the window. Emotionally and philosophically, the girls were exactly what their looks represented them to be. Justine was truly a virgin-in mind, spirit, and body. And Julie was a walking case history of sexual perversity.
How such a difference could occur is a question best left to professional psychologists. But basically it would seem that divergent seeds were planted and nurtured by the girl's parents. And the parents, sadly, were not around to testify-which is why the sisters were at a crossroads in their lives. Only a month before, their father and mother had died tragically in a motel fire-started, the authorities said, when a marijuana butt set a mattress ablaze during a lewd party a couple of rooms away. And that fact points up another interesting difference between the sisters: Julie mourned her parents dutifully but shrugged off the fire's origin as a manifestation of the dangers of Twentieth Century existence; Justine, with her deeply rooted faith in God, could not reconcile the cause and the effect.
Unfortunately, there were no other living relatives. The girls were alone. Furthermore, once the family debts, funeral expenses, and delinquent taxes were paid, they were classified near the lowest rung of the poverty scale-but ineligible for direct welfare assistance. Julie had investigated some of the available options: "We could both get knocked-up," she explained to Justine, "and go on ADC, [Aid to Dependant Children] but that would take a while, and we'd only net two-hundred and sixty dollars a month for the two, or four, of us, plus all the red tape. . . "
Justine, of course, was aghast at the very thought. "Prostitutes have more honor than that!" she exclaimed. "And besides, it's criminal to take advantage of both our sex and public charity."
Nevertheless, it was to public welfare that Justine's fate was delivered. As a minor, it was determined that she would be sent to a foster home chosen by the state. Julie, old enough to fend for herself, decided to cast her fortunes in Southern California, the land of her golden dreams-in her case, very nasty dreams.
On the day of their parting Julie, feeling a twinge of maternalism toward her tearful younger sister, gave this advice:
"Nature provided the ways and means, little sister. You were blessed, like me, with the right equipment for handling yourself. You have a nice pair of titties and a sweet ass. And if you weren't family, I'd probably have had some of it by now. [Justine always blushed when Julie talked like that, even though she knew it was a joke.] But most of all, the important thing is that little pussy that you've kept your legs so tightly crossed over for so long. The day is going to come-and sooner than you think-when you'll pop those thighs apart and put that hole to work, the kind of work it was intended for. And believe me, you won't regret it. Men will go down on their knees to lick it for the chance of get tin' their pricks into it. That's power, sister-good old pussy power. Use it at the right time and in the right places and you can have the world by the balls in no time flat. Nothing can stop you. Nothing changes bad luck to good like pussy power. Remember, this is America, the land of opportunity!"
"But what about love?" Justine said.
"Cock and balls!" Julie said. "What kind of love? Between a man and a woman? It doesn't exist anymore. Between friends? That was the first to go. The kind of love of all sorts of crap the hippies dig-which you seem to groove on-hell, that was never real to begin with. I mean, it's all nowhere and nothing. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, Justine, baby, it's going to be you and your pink body against everything and everybody else. Mark my words-I know."
The sisters embraced and parted. And Justine despaired because she knew that Julie was so very wrong. There was love in the world-and beauty and truth, too. It was her mission to find it. After all, she had time: she was still young.
CHAPTER TWO ...
Three years have passed since the young sisters separated and searched for their own destinies. There has been no contact, no correspondence, between the girls in that time. . .
Julie stretched luxuriously on the black satin sheets. Her milky white naked body, legs spread and toes curled, was an obscene illumination of the glossy darkness of her bed. The blinds and drapes of the spacious boudoir in the glass, stone, and redwood house high above Los Angeles were drawn against the mid-morning light. She did not exist in sunshine; only the night had significance.
Julie lowered her hands and briefly caressed the soft curls between her legs and tentatively rubbed the tender slit nestled among the vaginal furs. A new day, she thought lazily. She wondered what sensual excitement and gratification it would bring. She wondered, too, how early she should begin on Norman. The poor dear really wasn't trained as well as she desired. A willingness for utter depravity was all well and good, but constant reinforcement of goals, coupled with experience, was invaluable. Still, he was coming along nicely. Thinking about his progress caused her to feel a tiny sparkle of need deep in her pussy. She slid a long slender finger into her warming cunt and found that she was mildly damp. Umm, that was nice. She decided she needed Norman early. With her other hand she pressed a button on her nightstand.
"Yes, darling?" Norman's voice came at once from a speaker in the massive headboard of the bed. Julie smiled; his immediate response was a good sign: It meant he was waiting and anticipating her call. Well, she wouldn't disappoint him.
"Where is my sweet maid this morning?" Julie called out.
"I'm downstairs," Norman said. "How can I serve you? What would you like?"
Julie gave a low laugh. "I think I'll have breakfast in bed. You know the routine." Then, sharply, she added, "Dress appropriately-and be quick about it!"
"Right away," Norman's voice shot back.
"Wait!" Julie ordered. "Do you know what I'm doing now?"
"No. . .what?" It was a hoarse reply.
"I have three fingers going up my beautiful cunt. Wouldn't you love to put something in their place?"
"Oh ... oh, yes. . . "
"What, darling? Tell me."
"My tongue."
"Then hurry, hurry."
"I will! I will!"
Julie stretched again and, cupping her full creamy breasts, dozed until she was awakened by a tapping on her door. She gave permission for Norman to enter and he did so, bearing a silver tray, and dressed in drag-in the scanty costume of a French maid. His high heels caused him to wobble slightly as he walked across the thick white rug to her.
"Put the tray on the stand and sit next to me," she said sternly, adding, "your lipstick isn't on very straight, you know." He made a move to correct it, but she said, "Never mind that now. What have you brought me?"
Norman recited the breakfast menu like a domestic. Even without the bizarre costume, Norman, who was thirty-two, was an effeminate male. In it, he was a very good female impersonator. His soft features and slight physique were immensely helpful to the overall effect, and of course Julie's touches had been of great assistance. It was a strange marriage-even for Southern California-but there had been a certain inevitability to it.
Norman was sole heir to an old family fortune made in California real estate. It was not true, as many thought, that he was a homosexual. Weak and girlish, yes-but no faggot. What he actually craved was a domineering mother, a surrogate for his late parent. While others wrote him off because of his effeminacy, Julie shrewdly recognized the true situation and attacked swiftly. But that is another tale.
Julie began to nibble on a piece of toast and eyed Norman evenly. "Have you had breakfast?" He shook his head. "Good," she said. "You can have my crumbs." At that she took a crusty fragment of bread and pushed it into her wet cunt. "Eat!" she commanded.
At once Norman pulled himself onto the bed and wiggled up between her legs, one of which Julie had crooked up to afford him better access. He lowered his face to the widened cleft and began to grovel for the crust with his tongue, sucking it and trying to fit his lips further into her. The wet, pink folds of tissue clasped the tidbit like plastic and he was forced to burrow mightily even to touch it. But it was a chore he knew and feverently enjoyed almost as much as Julie herself relished the oral ministrations.
She giggle; at the ticklish sensation the rough crust caused on her inner sexual flesh then sighed when Norman's mouth increased the pleasurable irritation. After some minutes of feverish eating he got a grip on the now sodden bread and devoured it.
"Wonderful!" she said. "But you left crumbs." Again Norman dove in, tongue first, to clean his deliciously erotic larder. That task completed, Julie inserted still another breakfast morsel, this time a fresh orange section. Once more Norman continued his feast.
A large part of Julie's dominance depended upon her disdainful attitude while he was performing some perverse chore. Thus she opened the morning paper, which he had brought on the tray, and proceeded to read the news of the day, refilling her cunt in an off-handed manner as soon as it was sucked and licked clean of its goodies.
Suddenly, the food only half gone, and still reading the front section, Julie shrieked and violently pushed Norman's mouth from her crotch!
"Urr-guhhg!" Norman nearly choked on a stewed prune before he could sputter, "What?. . .what did I do?"
"My sister!" Julie cried, thumping the paper. "There's her picture!"
It was true. A news photo showed a group of young men and women being pushed into a police van. Justine was among them, blinking into the camera. A vice squad raid had netted a platoon of male and female hippies operating a brothel on the Venice oceanfront under the guise of a free love organization.
"Get dressed!" Julie screamed.
"But. . .but I am," Norman protested.
"No, you idiot! The other way! My sister is in jail and we've got to bail her out. Hell, I haven't seen her in three years!"
In a flurry of activity Julie and Norman transformed themselves into a model of the modern couple and drove straightaway to the women's jail. Identifying herself and posting a five-hundred-and-fifty-dollar bond, Julie secured Justine's release.
The tears flowed freely as the at-long-last-united sisters clung to each other outside the grim lockup. Words spilled over into nonsense until both could calm down enough to be heard. As Norman drove them back toward the Hollywood Hills, Julie, who was cradling Justine in her arms, asked, plaintively:
"Justine, baby, what ever happened to you? What ever led you to. . .to this!"
Justine wearily shook her head and replied, "It's too horribly degrading to tell."
But tell she did.
CHAPTER THREE ...
"Do you remember the day we parted, Julie?" Justine said. "I had the feeling, after you were gone, that we'd never see each other again. It seemed so final-your going off and my waiting to be picked up by a pair of total strangers. Foster parents, they're called. God, what a sorry title! All I can hope is that no unfortunate kid ever gets the kind I did. In the beginning, there wasn't a hint that anything was wrong or dishonest about them. . . .
"Mr. and Mrs. Harpin. They seemed so nice. He was around forty, pleasant looking, not fat or ugly. Rather ordinary. He didn't say much, but he appeared to be pleased with me. It was Mrs. Harpin who did all the talking, 'oh, we're going to get along just famously, Justine,' she said. 'You're a lovely girl-just like the daughter I've always wanted but could never have. She was attractive, a couple of years younger than her husband, I guessed, and I felt warm at the idea of being able to fulfill a need in such a friendly woman. I made up my mind that I'd try to be a good substitute daughter for them, just as if I were that daughter. I desperately wanted to be accepted and loved by them.
Unfortunately, this blinded me to other things about them that should have been obvious.
"When the social worker who had delivered me left, I was shown my room. It was clean and neat, but small and kind of barren. There was a three-quarter-size bed, an old dresser, a small braided rug on the floor, and a tiny closet. That was all. There weren't any pictures or prints on the wall, no decorations of any kind, not even a bed-side table or a reading lamp. Then I realized there wasn't any window. It was a small, cold cubicle; and the only light was an overhead fixture for which I didn't see any switch. Yes, I was disappointed, but I thought I could turn it into a cozy room in no time. After all, the rest of the house was well furnished and very comfortable.
"On that first evening the three of us had an enjoyable supper. I was only too happy to do the dishes and clean up. When I was finished, I went into the den where the pair of them were watching television. But instead of asking me to join them, they turned off the set and sat me down to list the rules I was to live under. If I had had any brains at all, Julie, I would have grabbed my bags-which weren't unpacked yet-and run away right then.
"Mrs. Harpin did all the talking. 'You'll have to assume certain duties,' she began. 'After all, you're a ward of the Court, and the pittance that is sent us for opening our home to you doesn't even cover your room and board.'
"'Not help me, dear,' she corrected me. 'It's going to be entirely your responsibility. I'm a busy woman and not awfully well. My doctor won't allow me any strenuous activity. In fact, that's one of the reasons we accept homeless girls like yourself. We only ask that you express your gratitude for our hospitality by doing everything exactly as we say.'
"Like a fool I just nodded. Then she began assigning my 'duties.' It didn't take long for me to realize I was nothing more than a maid. There was nothing that wasn't required of me-cleaning, scrubbing, washing, serving them meals, preparing every meal but dinner, even attending them when they wanted some service performed. My head was swimming when she finally finished the list. I must have looked bewildered but slightly defiant, because then she continued:
"'I see you think it's too much to ask of you, which only proves you have a lazy streak in you that we'll simply have to cure. We do have officially-granted legal parental authority, you realize. And that gives us the right to punish you. Isn't that right, Henry.'
"Mr. Harpin nodded-a bit too agreeably, I thought. And he added, 'If you were foolish enough to become too difficult, Justine, you might be interested to know what happens to young girls like yourself who ask to leave foster homes. If we turn you back to the authorities, you see, with a report of problems, you'll be sent to an institution. Oh, they have a imagine name for it, but what it amounts to is a prison for young people, delinquents nobody else will take. Surely you'd want to avoid that.'
"Julie, do you remember the friend I had, Susie? The one who let all those boys on the football team screw her one after the other? That was the only mistake she ever made-and they said she was out of her head at the time. Well, they sent Susie to one of those places, the kind Harpin referred to, for a year; and when she came out she just wasn't the same person. She took dope, she ran around wild and did filthy things with men and girls-and bragged about it! And she ended up in prison again. When Harpin said what he did, well, I thought of Susie and I was horrified to think I could be sent to the same kind of place. I told the Harpins I'd do what they asked.
"That's how I began a period of miserable drudgery. From early morning until late night I worked myself to the bone. Day after day, there was no let-up. Even though it was summer I wasn't allowed away from the house. So I had no friends, no one to talk to, and not even the smallest pleasures. I wasn't allowed to watch television, listen to the radio, or even read in bed-it would tire me, I was told. There was nothing but work, and I was worked so constantly that I began to lose weight. I learned how to steal extra food out of the kitchen. But, because of that, swiping food to keep going, I became an even more unfortunate victim of their cruelties.
"One evening, toward the end of summer, they caught me by surprise. Mrs. Harpin had a little bell she rang when I was wanted. I heard it ring from the den and, thinking they were ready for the tray of snacks they usually had while watching TV, I brought the food in. Instead of eating any, however, Mr. Harpin counted all the cheese and crackers and cocktail sausages.
"'I believe there are sixteen sausages in a jar, Justine,' He said. 'Have you left two in the kitchen?'
"The accusation was so sudden it startled me. Of course I had eaten the two silly sausages. I'd been doing it right along. And as you know, it's not my nature to lie ordinarily, but surprised as I was, I did lie. 'No, you're mistaken,' I said righteously. 'While it's true that there usually are sixteen sausages to a jar, that isn't always the case. This jar had only fourteen.'
'"We don't believe you,' Mrs. Harpin said sharply. 'Tell us the truth-did you eat them?' I could only shake my head. I know I was flushed with my denial and I hadn't convinced them at all. To compound the matter, Mr. Harpin went to the kitchen and returned to report that the two suspicious sausages were not to be found.
'"An interesting dilemma,' Mrs. Harpin said. 'She swears she didn't eat them, yet they're not to be found. Do you suppose, Henry, that she's hidden them someplace-perhaps to be eaten later?'
'"A distinct possibility, my dear,' he agreed, 'although the only logical place they could be hidden is on her person. I suppose we better have a look. There are serious principles involved here-thievery and untruthfulness.'
'"You're right. Come here, Justine,' she ordered. For the first time I was frightened, so much so that I couldn't muster the courage to confess and accept a tongue-lashing or mild punishment. I clung to the thin hope that my story would be believed, and once again I blurted out that the missing sausages were non-existent. But my protests were ignored. Mrs. Harpin grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me close to her. Roughly she began squeezing my body. My summer dress was made of thin cotton and seemed like nothing at all under the fingers she ran up and down. Yet it never occurred to me that she was putting her harsh hands on my titties and ass and thighs. I remember there were tears in my eyes, not at being so crudely handled, but at my own stupidity. But that was only until I was told to remove the dress.
"I don't know why, but I obeyed them, f stepped out of the dress and handed it over to Mr. Harpin, who examined it-as if his wife's groping search hadn't been complete. Satisfied that it concealed no contraband, he threw it aside and said, 'We'll have to look in her bra and panties. Give them here.'
"'No!' I cried. It was the first inkling of the humiliating I was to endure.
'"Be quick about it,' the wife rasped, 'or we'll rip them off.'
"I was sobbing blindly at that point, but I was still convinced I could fool them. Surely they couldn't go any further? But they did. Fumbling, I took off the last remaining articles-except for my sneakers-and passed them for inspection. Once again my clothing was tossed aside. I huddled in front of them, trying to cover my nakedness with my arms and hands. Dear God, I thought, now they will have to be convinced-but a glance at their faces told me otherwise. They were angry and menacing. They exchanged knowing looks and uttered words I couldn't believe.
'"There are only two places remaining where she could secrete sausages,' Mrs. Harpin said solemnly.
"At first my innocence shielded me from what she had said. Then I realized the statement with dread. They were talking about those two apertures, both front and rear, which no person had ever touched with so much as a fingertip! And they suspected me of putting sausages into my pussy and bunhole? It was incredible!
"'Hold her arms, Henry,' Mrs. Harpin ordered, 'we'll soon get to the bottom of this.'
'"Oh, no! Please!' My knees went weak. The last of my defiance fled. I confessed the truth. 'I lied! I ate them! Both of them!' But my arms were grasped and held so forcibly behind me that I couldn't move. Instead I was jerked into an upright position before her chair. My tears and pleas met deaf ears.
'"Well, first you say you didn't and now you say you did,' Harpin hissed in my ear. 'Frankly, we don't know what to believe-except you're a liar. We'll still have to satisfy ourselves as to what really happened.'
"I believe I screamed when Mrs. Harpin's bony finger burrowed into my pussy-hairs and jabbed at the unwilling cleft. The pain and the humiliation caused a loud roaring in my ears. The gross invasion of the most private part of the anatomy of a girl was really beyond my comprehension. She wiggled her hand and pushed harshly. Her nail dug the tender flesh. Her finger wedged to the second knuckle.
'"No sausage up here,' she reported. But she didn't withdraw the gyrating finger; rather, she worked it further up my reluctant pussy and kept it moving boldly until she exclaimed, 'Ah, something else, though! We're lucky-she's still a virgin.'
"You can't blame me, under the mortifying circumstances, for not attaching proper significance to her enthusiasm. Through my sobs I could only muster the words to beg them to leave me alone. For my troubles, I was mocked with scorn.
'"You don't suppose she could get both sausages up her ass, do you?' Harpin asked with an obscene laugh.
'"We'll soon find out,' the bitch replied. She leaned further forward and used her other hand. Good God! The pain which had shot up my pussy was nothing in comparison to the searing torture that tore at my bunhole. I screamed louder and kicked and begged, but the finger bored up the tight, unnatural hole without mercy. In my entire life, I'd never even heard of such horrible treatment-except among faggots-and there I was, the tortured, unwilling victim of such a foul assault! And add to that the degradation of having another female being the ambidextrous rapist. That's the word, you see, because she hadn't removed her other finger from my pussy. Then, to add insult to injury, she used two fingers in each hole!
"I nearly fainted, and it took that to make them stop. The hurt and the mortification were complete, but besides all that there was a growing suspicion in my numb brain. You see, I remember that just as Mrs. Harpin was wrenching all of her fingers out of me, Mr. Harpin, who was still holding me from behind, pushed up against me. I'd never had a man's hard-on pressed into me before-and, of course, he had all his clothes on. But I Knew, I knew instinctively, that the bulge I felt was his stiff cock. And that fact put the whole terrible incident in a new light.
"For the next couple of weeks they were especially harsh, although they didn't subject me to any more physical examinations. I was locked in my room each night and the light was turned off from the hall. I cried myself to sleep every night, longing for the old life I'd had with loving parents and with you, Julie. Yet I knew that an orphan's lot could not be a happy one. Still, what I wished most for was some companionship and a chance to be free of the Harpin house for just a few hours occasionally. That summer seemed like years instead of only seven weeks. There were times when I thought the institution might even be a happier existence. But then I brightened up. It was silly of me, but I'd forgotten that school was opening in another week and by law I was required to attend-they couldn't prevent that. I never cared that much for school before, as you know, but now I couldn't wait.
"One morning I was preparing the Harpin's breakfast and feeling cheery, thinking of meeting new classmates and making new friends-I'd be going to a different school-and I was singing lightly to myself when Mrs. Harpin came into the kitchen.
'"What have you got to sing about?' she asked.
'"Oh, it's a beautiful morning, and school will be starting soon, and. . . '
"Her coffee cup slipped. 'Oh, that's it, is it?' she said, a very peculiar look on her face.
"That evening, when I was washing the dinner dishes, I noticed they were having a discussion instead of watching TV-which was very unusual. I soon found out why.
They sat me in the den later. 'We're quite concerned about the lack of morality in the public school systems, Justine,' Mr. Harpin began. 'There seems to be no end to the debauchery that goes on. Last year alone fourteen girls in the senior class were pregnant at the graduation ceremony. It was obscene, the way their gowns bulged out! But it isn't just the seniors, it's the other grades, too, even freshmen.'
"Though we're only foster parents.' Mrs. Harpin chimed in, 'we're members in good standing of the PTA. We hear all about such filthy goings-on.'
"That's right. And none of the girls who has ever lived here has gotten herself knocked up. We're rather proud of our record.'
"I felt like saying that the girls wouldn't have had time, but instead I said, truthfully, 'Please, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not like that.'
"'Yes,' Harpin nodded, 'we know you're a virgin. But the temptations are tremendous. Further more, the sausage situation proved you don't have any willpower and that you're capable of deception.'
'"What Henry is trying to say, my dear, is that we don't trust you. We're afraid you're going to pull your panties down for the first pimply-faced adolescent who gets you alone. Or perhaps for one of the male teachers-the PTA has suspicions about a few of them. And, to repeat, we don't want a blemish on our record.'
"I couldn't believe they'd think such things. Again I told them that I wasn't that kind of girl, but they didn't pay any attention to my protests. They went on and on about bad girls and lecherous teachers. Then Mrs. Harpin finally said, 'In view of the prevailing depravity that will be all around you, we consider it our duty to protect you and to protect the virginity you say you treasure.'
"There are ways,' Harpin added, 'which we have found to be very useful for our girls over the years. We're going to instruct you in those ways.' He must have noticed my discomfort. 'Don't worry. Just remember that it's all for your own good. Do you want to be a pregnant bride? Do you want your future husband to find out you're not chaste and pure? A great many men demand that their wives be virginal, you know.'
"I had read that, of course, and it's what I wanted for myself. But I must confess I never knew any older girls who remained single because there was an earlier sexual experience-including you, Julie. I liked to think of it as just a matter of choice. Perhaps I was being old-fashioned and romantic, but I was determined to save my cherry for my true love, regardless what the Harpins or anyone else thought.
"They were determined, however, to force me to save it.
"'I think you're old enough to know how a girl becomes pregnant,' Mrs. Harpin said, 'but just to be sure your head isn't filled with gutter misinformation, we want you to tell us.'
"It was terribly embarassing. I stammered awhile and finally, all in one breath, said, 'The boy, or the man, puts his cock up the girl's pussy and he comes in her, and if she's ovulating, his come fertilizes her eggs; and she gets pregnant.'
"'Sketchy,' Harpin commented, 'but not entirely inaccurate.'
'"Your language is atrocious,' Mrs. Harpin scowled. 'Don't you know there are proper words for cock and pussy and come'! Or were you trying to be cute?'
'"But everybody talks that way,' I said. 'Some girls even use words like cunt.'
'"Cunt would be preferable,' she snorted.
'Pussy is so coy and juvenile, it's nauseating. But never mind that for now: we have more important things to cover.'
"'Exactly,' Harpin said impatiently. 'All right, let's all go to our room.'
"I couldn't imagine what they were thinking, but I had no choice but to follow them. The three of us went upstairs to the master bedroom. Mrs. Harpin made sure all the drapes were securely drawn, then announced, 'Everyone off with their clothes!' I was shocked as immediately both of them began stripping.
'"Come on, come on, Justine. This is for you. We're going to be terribly angry if you don't cooperate.'
"I was so dumbfounded, I didn't know what to do but what they asked. Reluctantly, I fumbled out of my dress, watching them in awe as they peeled out of the last of their clothes. Mrs. Harpin was slightly on the heavy side, but her tits were surprisingly big and firm for her age. And her nipples were so huge they would have made three of mine. Her pussy was completely covered with dark hair. I never saw that much bush on a female. Harpin was more frightening than he was surprising. Remember, I'd felt the outline of his cock one time, and I knew it was substantial. I never realized, though, how fearsome it would look in the flesh-and those purple veins and that awful fat red knob at the end! Later, I would come to realize that he wasn't particularly well hung, but no one could have convinced me of that at the time.
"When I was naked, too, Harpin marched up and down in front of me holding onto his cock. 'This is the usual and direct cause of two situations, Justine,' he said, waving the thing for emphasis. 'It robs a girl of her maidenhead-her cherry, as you'd probably call it-and it gets her pregnant. Do you agree?'
"I nodded in bewilderment, not able to take my innocent eyes off his cock.
'"Very well. But there is one reason, and only one reason, why those misfortunes happen. Do you know what that reason is?'
"I thought for a minute, but it was all too confusing. Finally, I said, 'I give up, what?'
'"Because it's up the girl's cunt! That's what!"' he yelled triumphantly.
"Of course. It was so simple I hadn't thought of the obvious answer. At the same time, I also failed to detect where his logic was leading.
'"It's a matter of receptacles, my dear,' Mrs. Harpin said. 'Now, how many other ways could a female's body contain a hard penis?'
"I thought of the sausage investigation. 'In ... in the. . .bunhole?'
'"God! That gutter slang again. Anus or rectum, if you don't mind, or even ass-hole will do if you must be crude. Ah, but you missed one. What about the mouth?'
"I remembered Julie, when I was little, spying on you when you were supposed to be doing homework with your boyfriends. I had to agree with Mrs. Harpin.
"The point is,' Mr. Harpin went on, 'that technically virginity is simply a matter of keeping cocks out of your cunt.'
"At once I protested the obscenity of the other alternatives, but I was shushed up. 'It's quite natural once you accept the idea of protecting your chastity, and it's experience that we demand every foster-daughter in our charge learn,' Mrs. Harpin said. 'There are going to be occasions when sexual pressures will tempt you to submit to a man's advances. We want you to be prepared to save yourself from your own weaknesses. First, Henry and I will demonstrate.'
"They admonished me to watch carefully and pay particular attention to Mrs. Harpin's methods. Then they both got on the bed and embraced. They began by kissing, and in a few moments he was squeezing and playing with her tits. She seemed to enjoy that; but when he dropped his hand down between her legs, she held them firmly together. He tried to penetrate the bush, but she was too determined. Meanwhile, she had taken a hold of his cock and was toying with it. She squirmed out of the embrace and slid down, kissing his body along the way. When she reached his cock with her mouth, she planted little pecks all over it, licked it with the end of her tongue, and at last took the end of it in her mouth.
"I was mortified but, I confess, fascinated at the sight of her swallowing up the thick, stiff cock. She pulled her lips from base to head and back again and again, and was hesitating at the top every so often. I noticed by the hollows of her cheeks that she was actually sucking and that her tongue was very active.
She popped up and said to me, a bit breathlessly, 'If this wasn't a demonstration, Henry wouldn't be holding back and he would have come by now. The lesson you should have learned is how easy it was to divert his attention away from wanting to fuck me. Most men love to be sucked off, you see, and they'll never argue with you once you start going down on them. But you're probably wondering about the exceptions, the ones who are so single-minded that they won't stand still for a blow job. Well, I'll show you how to handle that.'
"She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I could see she'd been excited. Her bush was damp and it didn't cover up her pussy at all when she threw her legs apart. Mr. Harpin turned himself and poised over her. It looked like he was going to sink his cock right in, but she was the one who took hold of it-like she was going to guide him. She rubbed the end of it inside the pink split lips I could see, then suddenly threw her legs over his back like a pear of scissors and pushed her ass up. She did it very quickly and I could see that she'd changed the target from her pussy to her bunhole-or ass-hole, as they preferred to say. I saw the smaller, darker hole present itself and she pulled his cock down so that it was right at the opening. She yelled, 'Fuck me!' and he drove it in. There was just a slight hesitation to his penetration, then the entire cock just seemed to be devoured by the opening. He started pumping in and out immediately and she shoved her butt right at him. In fact she was humping upwards as hard as he was humping down.
"My own thoughts at the time wandered back to when Mrs. Harpin had pushed two fingers in me up that very spot. It had hurt terribly and I couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying being reamed like she was. Yet the look on her face would never have indicated otherwise. They kept it up for some minutes; then she got on her hands and knees while he knelt in back of her. In that position she demonstrated how she could do the same thing, divert a cock into her ass without flinching.
'"It's very easy,' she said, when they pulled apart. 'Henry didn't come, of course, but if he had, he would have been harmless back there.'
"I noticed her voice was somewhat strained, and though it had looked painless, I wasn't so sure that she wasn't trying to make it look like there was nothing to it at all. She was visibly flushed and sat still to compose herself while Harpin talked about how successful a ploy anal intercourse was for a virgin. I know now that he was very tricky. He kept asking me questions like, 'Isn't that the truth?-It makes sense, doesn't it?-You'll have to agree, won't you?' So all the time he spoke, I found myself nodding and affirming everything he said. When he asked me if didn't I want to practice what they had shown me, I wasn't thinking and answered yes. He told me to get on the bed, and then it dawned on me what I'd agreed to.
'"Oh, no!' I protested. 'I understand it all. You don't have to show me! Really, I do understand!'
'"Knowledge without raw experience is an impossibility, Justine,' Mrs. Harpin sneered. 'You show a dangerous potential of growing into a dreamy-eyed liberal. Is that where you're headed?'
'"Yes. . .I mean, no! Oh, I don't know what I mean!' I despaired. 'I just don't want to do that! It's ... it's dirty.'
"I could tell by their shocked reaction to my words that I'd said the wrong thing. They both began screaming at me. It was terrible: I was ungrateful, mean, a pseudo-intellectual snob-after they had given themselves unselfishly to my education! I was in tears. I tried to tell them I didn't want their horrible lessons, but I couldn't make myself clear, and they weren't listening anyway.
"'You're going to learn a little respect for your elders!" Harpin yelled, and leapt off the bed and grabbed me. Before I knew what was happening, my arm was twisted painfully behind my back, and I was thrown facedown on the bed. Harpin pinned me down and his wife jumped on my legs. I couldn't move.
'"She's spoiled rotten,' he wheezed. 'I'll bet that pert young ass has never had a hand laid to it.'
'"Then it's high time,' Mrs. Harpin said. She moved on my legs and then I felt the burning slap on my fanny. Zwack! She spanked me over and over. I couldn't hold back the tears. I cried and yelled, and tried to squirm and twist, but there was no avoiding the flat-handed blows. My fanny hurt so and became so hot, I'll bet an egg could have been fried on it.
"I soon found out that the more I cried the harder I'd get spanked. Choking down my anguish wasn't easy, but I finally bit my tongue and managed to hold myself to a sob. By that time they had both been tattooing my rear cheeks with slaps, in a contest as to who could make the most resounding noise, they strived for honors a dozen times, then quit.
'"We've put ourselves out on a limb for you,' Harpin said, 'and you're not going to make fools of us. There are other things besides our hands, you know-like belts that will take the sassiness out of your smart ass. Now get down on your knees beside the bed and prepare to learn!'
"I was so discombobulated and so sorely used that I just whimpered and slid off the mattress. The next thing I knew Harpin was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs apart, aiming his beastly hard cock straight at my face. Mrs. Harpin knelt beside me. 'Go on!' she urged. 'Kiss it, just like I did. Kiss it, lick it, suck it!'
"I didn't have any fight left in me. I closed my eyes, puckered my lips, and leaned forward. He must have twitched-the thing bumped me right in the nose. I blinked and grabbed for it with my mouth. I found out right then what the penalty for a simple error was. He cursed and slapped my face, yelling that I shouldn't bare my teeth. 'Suck, dammit! Don't snap!' he raged.
"I touched my tear-stained, stinging cheek, and Mrs. Harpin pulled my hand down. 'Just open your mouth!' she ordered. I did as I was told, and Harpin thrust at least five inches of his thick prick directly between my lips. I almost choked. I had to suck to breathe and keep from gagging. Unfortunately he seemed to like that. 'Ahhh, you're catching on fast,' he said, much more pleasantly.
"At my side, Mrs. Harpin continued to give me hints. Frankly I didn't hear half of what she said, but she appeared satisfied that I was following instructions. Actually I was only conscious of that huge lump of hard flesh which seemed to slip and slither in my aching jaws. My thoughts went back to Daddy's college stories about swallowing goldfish, and I wondered how big the goldfish were.
'"Faster! Suck harder!' Harpin cried, interrupting my reverie. I tried to do as he asked by jerking my head back and forth until my hair was flying and even getting stuck on the root end of his sticky cock. He didn't seem to mind, though, and Mrs. Harpin became so excited by watching that she couldn't keep her hands to herself. While I was bobbing away she poked a finger up my bunhole. The sudden sharp jab took my breath away.
"Harpin moaned loudly, 'Oh ... ohh, yes,' as I was gasping because of the pain in my brownie. I think I even bit him slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. His cock got stiffer (which I didn't believe could happen, but did) and, with a great shudder, suddenly disgorged a large load of hot, sticky goo down my esophagus!
"Julie, it was horrible! I knew what it was. I had heard about come-I had overheard you, in fact-but no one had ever really described it accurately before. God, it was like a hot, salty mouthful-and-a-half of strained split-pea soup! I almost smothered. Harpin grabbed my head and wouldn't let me pull away. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Harpin slapping me on the back, I think I would have choked to death before I was able to swallow it all. And as if it wasn't enough that my humiliation was complete, they congratulated me on the performance.
'"With a little practice,' Harpin said, his chest heaving, 'she will be mag ... she'll be able to handle herself okay.'
'"But you went too far,' Mrs. Harpin chided him. 'What about the second half of the instruction? Look at you. What are you going to do about that?' She was staring directly at his cock, which had shriveled up to look like a wrinkled, blunt icicle. It was the kind of remark designed to wound a man's ego, but Harpin didn't seem to mind at all. He laughed and said he was sorry, and asked her if she could finish what he started. I listened to all of that with a very real sense of resentment burning in me. I still hadn't quite gotten used to the thick, strange taste in my mouth, and it was apparent that their earlier concern for my protective sexual education had changed to a concern for amusing themselves at my expense. I asked for a glass of water, and they joked about how nourishing come was-said I shouldn't dilute it-and said how, if I behaved myself, they would see to it that I'd never worry about swiping snacks again. Harpin chuckled and said how he'd allow me a shot of Vitamin C-69 anytime I felt hungry.
"The turn-about in their mood was a low blow. I'd been confused before and dumb enough to have allowed myself to be compromised into their dirty, so-called lessons. But I wasn't fooled any longer. It was all a guise to use me as a plaything. 'I want to go to my room,' I said.
"The smiles came off their faces immediately. 'You've only been shown one method of preserving your virginity,' Harpin said coldly. 'We explained that there are two methods, remember?'
"As terribly small and degraded as I felt, there was still a spark left in me. I did what Mrs. Harpin had done, only with real vehemence. I pointed at his cock. 'You couldn't show anything with a wet noodle,' I sneered.
"I stunned him for a moment-but only that long. 'Didn't you hear me ask my wife to instruct you?' he said fiercely.
'"Tra-la, tra-la!' I answered defiantly. Surely he was making jokes at the expense of my naivete. Well, I wasn't that innocent. Anatomy is anatomy, and there are only certain functions assigned to either the male or female. In that situation, it was impossible to....
"I couldn't believe my eyes! While I'd been busy trying to ridicule Harpin's obvious loss of virility, I hadn't noticed Mrs. Harpin leave us for a spell. When I turned and saw her, my knees turned to jelly.
"She was like a phallic, ceremonial bull. She was just snapping the last snap of a harness around her hips. The harness supported and held erect a monstrous replica of a cock. She wore it like a man. The loathsome plastic staff jutted out from her crotch and looked like some medieval siege weapon slung for assault. God, I thought and cringed inwardly. It was half again as huge as Harpin's real cock!
"'No!' I cried. 'I don't want to know how to protect my cherry anymore. You've taken advantage of me. All you want to do is humiliate and hurt me!'
'"If there's anything I can't stand,' Harpin snarled, 'it's precociousness.'
'"Hold her, Henry!' the wife shouted.
"Before I could move, Harpin jumped off the bed and pulled me down. He pushed my head between his legs and clamped my neck in the vise of his hairy thighs. I was still kneeling, and my fanny was stuck up in the air and completely defenseless.
"Mrs. Harpin gripped my hips and forced my bent legs apart with her knees as she knelt behind me. I heard her chuckle lewdly, and then I felt the cold rounded knob of the stiff dildo push against my brownie. My terror was unimaginable. I knew from that first touch that the horrible tool was as round as a half-dollar, and my delicate bunhole had only the circumference of a dime. I had a nightmare vision of splitting in half, right up the valley of my trembling cheeks.
"The battering ram crashed at the rear gate, and I screamed.
'"Screw the piss and vinegar out of her!' Harpin urged.
"Mrs. Harpin was grunting. 'I ... it's ... too tight. The vaseline-quickly!'
She left me abruptly and I desperately tried to think of an appropriate saint to pray to, but before I could implore for intervention, penetration was my fate. Her greasy finger smeared the gooey lubrication inside and out of the narrow passage. An instant later she was back in position. The initial thrust was triumphant and terrible.
"'Ahrrgh!' I screamed. The monster imitation popped into me and I felt as though there had been an explosion of a bomb in my bowels. The assault which followed was brutal beyond words. She yanked on my hips and slammed forward time after time, stretching me and filling me inch by inch. I was out of my senses. The torment-the pain shot to my fingers and toes. When she couldn't gain any more of the tortured tunnel, she started long, full, fast strokes that took my breath away-coming and going. That was when, in nearly total delirium, I lost control of-how shall I put it?-my body functions. To be blunt, I crapped. I think the vaseline, which had somewhat liquefied, had a little to do with it, too.
"In any event, and ironically, it saved me from further agony. Mrs. Harpin screamed. She bolted away, and Harpin abruptly released me. They called all kinds of vile names. It was plain to see that I had disgusted them. Tit for tat, I thought, for certainly they had gone a lot farther than merely disgusting me. By then their verbal abuse had no effect, which prompted Mrs. Harpin to get out a leather belt and deal me a few well-placed lashes while I cleaned myself and the bedroom rug. After that they threw me into my room and locked me in the dark for the night.
"The following day the effects of their horrible 'lesson' were painfully obvious as I hobbled around the house performing my chores. Toward the end of the day, a tingling sensation in my butt was all that remained, and I thought I was on the road to recovery. But no, I wasn't allowed to heal. The 'lessons' resumed that night. 'Quit blubbering, child!' Harpin yelled at one point. 'You don't learn solid geometry in only one class period. You're not a competent equestrian after a single horseback ride. Practice and training that's what it takes. You ought to be grateful that we're going to unselfishly give our time for your sexual education every night until school begins.' Of course my ears picked up in horror at that remark. Every night for another week? And
Harpin had said that shortly before he ravished my bunhole himself-prior to another attack by Mrs. Harpin, without vaseline.
"The second 'lesson' was more brutal than the first, Julie, if that's conceivable. And, following it, something new was introduced. Harpin produced a strange webbing of thin chain links and filigree. They slipped it on me, around my hips and under my waist, and secured it with a small, strong padlock, which hung between my legs. I had read of such devices in knightly adventures. It was a chastity belt.
'"If our lessons don't prove sufficient, Justine,' Mrs. Harpin said, 'this little number will get you over the hump. As you can see, it leaves you free to make your toilet; but it would be extremely painful, if not impossible, for a cock to find the way up your cunt. Your ass, of course, is available. I suggest you get used to wearing it. It will be your companion whenever you leave this house.'
"I suppose, Julie, had I been younger, say thirteen, I would have found it all very romantic-the fair maiden kept pure while her prince is off slaying dragons. But I didn't have any Prince Charming. It was more humiliation than I could consciously accept. I made up my mind to run away the next day when Mrs. Harpin was at her weekly Community Beautiful Flower Club meeting.
"I mean, my God!, could you picture me changing for a girl's gym class and wearing a chastity belt?"
CHAPTER FOUR ...
"I was well aware that I wasn't as worldly as you, Julie. Running away, escaping, or following a star-whatever you want to call it-wasn't a simple matter for me. Outside of a couple of summers at camp and two shopping trips to New York City, I'd never been more than a few miles from home. One thing was certain: I couldn't stay in our town. It had occurred to me that the Harpin's had used me criminally, but where was the proof? I was still a technical virgin. It would be my word against theirs-not forgetting, of course, the specter of being placed in an institution.
"Remembering what you said about California, Julie, I decided to head west. I'd packed one suitcase, worn a pair of slacks (which the Harpins hadn't allowed), and walked to the shopping center at the end of town. I had only a few dollars, so a bus was out of the question. I knew it wasn't right and proper for a young girl to hitchhike, that it could be dangerous, but I didn't have a choice.
"I stuck out my thumb and I had a ride so quickly I could hardly believe it. He was a man about forty driving a new station wagon. He was a salesman, he told me, and he said that I was very lucky he stopped. He was driving close to six hundred miles for an appointment the following morning. I never did find out his name, but he seemed very nice and talked about his wife and kids-a regular family man.
"When he asked about me, I had a story ready. I said I was going to California to live with you, Julie-that our aunt had died and I was left without a local relative to stay with. It was sort of part truth and part wishful hoping. I thought it was a touching story, but it seemed to have another effect on him.
"When does your sister expect you?' he asked.
"Well, I really didn't know what to say. I had no idea how long it took to hitchhike to California. I made up a time. 'In two weeks,' I said.
'"Hmmm, not planning on traveling nights, are you? But you can't have the kind of money to stay in a motel for fourteen nights or you wouldn't be hitchhiking.' His voice had changed slightly and he was beginning to smile at me in a funny way. 'Say, I have an idea,' he said after a moment. 'I'm going to drive until late tonight, then get a motel room. You could share it with me. After all, they all have twin beds. How about it?'
'"Oh, I couldn't do that,' I stammered, becoming a bit flushed. 'It wouldn't be right-being in the same room with a married man.'
"'Hell!' he said excitedly, 'my wife and I don't get along anyway.' Then he told me what a really unhappy marriage he had with a woman who locked herself in her own room alone every night, and who he suspected of having a boyfriend when he was on the road. I was feeling sorry for the poor man, but he mistook my concern for something I'd rather not think about. The next thing I knew his hand was stroking my thighs and he was saying, 'I knew you'd understand-I just knew it.' He was squirming in the driver's seat like he was uncomfortable. When I looked to see what was the matter, I couldn't help noticing the extra-large protrusion in his pants. Obviously, it was an erect cock under there. So that was what he had in mind, I thought, becoming a little tense.
'"Please don't do that,' I said firmly, and pushed his hand off my leg. 'I'm not that kind of a girl.'
'"You're not kidding anybody, baby,' he said, sharply. 'All you young broads who hitchhike are the same. What are you holding out for-a few bucks to sweeten the ride?'
"The very idea that anyone could think me a prostitute was shocking. I demanded that he stop the car and let me out. Instead he speeded up. We were traveling along the highway so fast that jumping was out of the question. Again I told him I wanted out. But he gave a nasty laugh and said, 'First I'll let you take a look at this, then maybe you'll change your mind.'
"With one hand on the wheel, he fumbled with his zipper, and out sprang a giant pink cock! It was so long that it stood up and poked through the spokes of the steering wheel. He waved it at me, and I shuddered.
'"Oh! Put it away!' I cried. And I squeezed my eyes shut.
'"It's the best piece of meat you'll ever have,' he bragged. 'Go on. Feel it! Treat it nice, and I'll take you as far as I'm going and get you a bed to sleep in, too. Maybe I'll give you a few bucks anyway. Go on, it won't hurt you.'
'"All I want to do is get out of this car!' I wailed, not being able to keep my eyes closed. Good Lord, to spend a night with that terrible thing. It was just the kind of terror I'd escaped. It's possible, however, that I made too much of an issue about getting out of the car.
"Immediately, he turned around what I was saying and threatened, 'You better start playing with it or I won't let you out at all. I'll keep driving until it's dark, and I knew a road that goes straight into the mountains. Now, you have your choice. If you do as I tell you, I'll let you off at the next town. If not, well. .
"There was no escape. The man had me, and he knew it. As long as he was speeding he could take me anywhere he wanted. I thought of all the horrible things he could do to me in the dark mountains and weighed them against what he could make me do while he was driving. Attacking the problem with that kind of common sense, I had no choice. I made him promise again that he would let me off at the next town.
"He made me sit close to him, and he took my hand and placed it on his stiff, fleshy shaft. His cock was so thick my fingers barely went around it. 'Jerk it up and down,' he ordered. 'Ann, that's it. . .but not so fast. Now put your other hand in my pants and play with my balls.'
"I did as I was told. It was a unique experience for me then. As obscene as my actions were, it was the first time that I had ever touched a man's cock and balls. My experience with Harpin had never included my using my hands. The skin of his cock was surprisingly smooth, although his balls were extremely hairy and tickled the palm of my hand. I was amazed how I could actually feel him becoming hotter and hotter. He was driving with one hand and squeezing my titties with the other. After a few miles of those manipulations, I was aware that he wasn't driving steadily. Each time he twitched, the car wavered. I begged him to slow down, but he said no. 'If you blow me, I'll slow down.' It was a terrible decision to face, but really, he was unsafe. I figured that since he had me at his mercy anyway, the most prudent thing I could do was what he asked.
"It was an awkward position. I had to bend over painfully and squeeze my head between the steering wheel and his body. I knew I was out of sight, and my only worry was that a truck driver would see me. Nevertheless I was committed. I put into practice what the Harpins had forced me to learn. I kissed his meat all over and tickled it everywhere with my tongue. His driving was terribly eratic at that point-I could feel his tires hit the shoulder frequently. The sooner I made him come, I knew, the safer I would be. I opened my mouth and swallowed the head of his cock. I forced myself not to think about what I was doing. I sucked as hard as I could and pushed my lips down as far as I could without injuring my throat. I would have used my tongue, too, but he was so big there wasn't room to move it when he was more than a couple of inches into my mouth. And although the Harpins had missed the point, I knew intuitively that I would hasten his climax by continuing to play with his balls. Between my mouth and my hand, I worked on him until he was sizzling. Then I felt a drop of liquid ooze out of the tiny opening in the head of his cock. I was well enough acquainted with the foul finality of a blow job to know what would follow. I braced myself for the vile discharge, and held my breath so I wouldn't be sick. I felt the cock jerking in spasms between my lips, and I gave one last tremendous pulling suck. The hot, oily pudding shot out of him fast, and with such force that it actually jolted my head. I hadn't intended on swallowing it; but it came in such great frothing amounts that I was forced to gulp to keep from drowning. Then I heard the brakes squeal and felt the rear end of the car skidding.
"I jerked my head up to see the landscape spinning around! The car was out of control! I screamed but, my mouth being half filled with come, I choked and sprayed the salesman as he fought the wheel. There was a great bump, and my head hit something. The next thing I knew the salesman was pulling me out of the car, and we were in a farmer's field.
"To my amazement, my seducer was a changed man. He fawned all over me. 'Are you hurt? Are you all right?' he kept repeating. Then, in the next breath he would add, 'Don't tell anybody. Please don't say anything. I've got to think of my reputation!'
"I looked at his car. The top was strangely dented in and it sat very crookedly on the wheels. Even though he probably had insurance, I felt sorry for him. I told him I wouldn't say anything, that all I wanted to do was continue on my way. Gratefully, he took my suitcase out of the rear. But for the moment I wasn't going anywhere. A police car pulled up on the highway, and an officer ran across the field to us.
"There were questions and answers about our health and the case of the accident. The salesman said a truck had run him off the road. The officer wrote all this down, but by that time had begun to look suspiciously at me with my suitcase. Furthermore, I saw his eyes linger on the incriminating stains around the fly of the salesman's pants. The officer looked at us both and began to ask more questions: the size of the truck, it's color, and so on. The salesman was answering glibly. But then the officer stopped him and shouted my name.
"I couldn't believe my ears! How could he know my name? 'You're the one I've got the report on,' he crowed. 'A runaway! And a thief to boot!' Before I could even open my mouth, he turned to the salesman, 'Where'd you pick this kid up?' The salesman told him. The accident was completely forgotten. My so-called benefactor could wait for a tow truck, but I was being taken back to the local jail.
"I couldn't comprehend my misfortune. Fate was truly against me. I'd been forced into performing a perversion which had caused an accident which had landed me in jail. And as further evidence of how shabbily I'd been treated, I saw that the small village where I was taken lay in the opposite direction. In other words, the salesman had deliberately driven right through the town where he was to have let me off.
"The police station was in the same building as the post office. It was a small town. There were only two cells to the jail. And when the iron bars were locked behind me, I was the only prisoner. I can't describe how terrified I was at the cold ugliness of the steel and concrete. But that fear was nothing compared to what I felt shortly when a large, mean-looking officer who wore the chief of police badge came to the bars and informed me that the Harpins had accused me of stealing all their jewelry before I ran away. A warrant would be sent the following day, and I was to be returned to 'face the music,' as the chief put it. I pled my innocence, but I was laughed at for the effort.
'"We've got a good idea what you and that salesman fellow were up to, kid, when he went off the road,' the chief snorted with a leer. 'Little whores like you will get no sympathy from us. I hope they send you up the river when they get you back.'
"I was petrified at the implications. No one would believe me. I wanted to tell the chief how I'd been an unwilling victim, but he turned his back on me. Cold and alone and imprisoned, I curled up on the smelly bunk and cried myself to sleep."
CHAPTER FIVE ...
"There was a loud crash. I awakened, with a start, at the sound of yelling and scuffling.
'"Keep your fucking hands off me, you mother fucking pigs!'
'"Get in that cell, you slut!'
"The corridor of the jail was lit by a single, bare light bulb. Through the shadows I saw the raucous figures come struggling up to the cells. Two cops were throwing a girl into the cubicle next to me. They were having a wild time of it. She screamed and kicked, using some of the obscene language I'd ever heard. I couldn't see the girl too well because her flaming red hair was thrashing as she fought. And then they threw her to the floor of the cell and slammed the door with a resounding clang.
'"Wait 'til I get out of here, you cock-sucking faggot cops,' the girl shrieked. 'I'll get you. I'll run you down and castrate you!'
"Now that she was safely behind bars, the officers just laughed at her as they walked away. 'That's what you say all the time, Blanche, and you ain't done it yet.'
'"I'll show you this time, pigs,' she shouted as they closed the outer door and disappeared.
'Bastards,' I heard her mutter under her breath.
"Frankly, it was very disconcerting. I'd never heard a man talk like that, let alone a female. I didn't know whether to make my presence known or not. She was stalking up and down her cell, kicking the bunk and the bars and making a terrible din. Finally I felt I had to speak up. 'Please,' I said, 'that won't do you any good, and it's making me terribly nervous.'
'"Go fuck. . . ' she started to yell back. She cut off her words. I heard her come to where the sides of our cells met. 'Hey, what do you know? Got another chick in here. What're you in for, honey?'
"It was amazing. Her voice was quite normal-she even sounded nice. I told her I was a runaway and then asked why she'd been arrested.
'"The same thing they always bust me for-nothing! They call it disturbing the peace, but I wasn't doing anything but having a little fun on my hog.' A girl riding around on the back of a pig was surely enough to disturb the peace, I thought, and it seemed like a silly thing to do for fun.
'"Is it a big pig-hog, I mean?'
"There was dead silence in the other cell, followed by peals of laughter. 'Hey, where are you from?' the girl asked, gasping for breath. 'A hog is a motorcycle, honey, a bike. I mean I've got this mother of a Harley with straight pipes. I run with a bunch of guys, you know, like I'm sort of their leader. We've all got bikes. And the fuzz in all these little towns are always harassing our asses. I've been in every jail within a couple hundred miles of here. Same thing most of the time. Disturbing the peace.' Then she lowered her voice, very confidentially. 'I'll be square with you, though. This bust is a little rougher. I'd had a few beers and a half pint out at the Blue Moon-that's why I was raising so much hell-and now they got me on a drunk driving charge, assaulting a cop with a motorcycle, and hit and run. This could be a bitch. They're waiting for a chance to throw the book at me.' Then she spoke normally again. 'What about you, honey? What'd you run away from?'
"I'd been so lonely, Julie. I hadn't had anyone to talk to since you'd left town. This girl wasn't even a friend of mine; in fact, I hadn't even seen her face. But we were sort of like sisters, both being locked up like that. I told her every thing-well nearly everything. I left out some of the horrible details. But from her reactions, I knew she could figure out the rest. Telling the whole story was a tremendous relief to me, but it was such a sorry tale that I was crying at the end.
'"You poor kid,' she sympathized. 'They've really shit on you, haven't they? Hey, I want you to call me Blanche. I feel we're going to be friends. Damn! You're just like I was a few years ago. I had this old bastard of a stepfather who couldn't keep his joint in his pants when he got within ten feet of me. I thought I was the most unlucky kid in the world until I got a little older and just said to hell with it-to hell with all of them! My stepfather, you see, was a pillar of the community-church going, Rotary, all that. And yet there he was spending half his time fucking his own stepdaughter! There were a lot like him, too-hypocrites. All their rules! Well, I said fuck their rules. Nowadays I live by my own. I may not win any good citizenship award, but at least I'm being honest with myself. That's what you've got to learn too, honey. And the sooner the better.'
"She talked like that for a long time, and an awful lot of what she said made sense. Still, I couldn't believe society was as totally rotten and corrupt as she made it out to be. I thought of my own life before we were orphaned and how good it could have been. I told Blanche of my determination to make it turn out that way despite the misfortunes that had already occurred. She argued with me, but she didn't ridicule me. On the other hand, she said one thing that caused me to begin trembling again: 'Well, you may think everything's coming up roses. But from what you tell me about this phony robbery bust, I don't think you'll ever get a chance to smell the flowers. After they lock you in the can for a couple of years, you're not going to be the same.'
"That, of course, was exactly what I dreaded. I knew Blanche was making sense. What I needed was a second chance, but it didn't look like I would get one. The following morning the warrant would arrive. They'd take me back.
"We continued to talk for what seemed like hours, but actually it was just a little after midnight when the conversation trailed off and Blanche wanted to sleep. I was wide awake and lay on the musty bunk weighing my upcoming fate. I lost track of the time and was just dozing off when I heard the Pssstf at the cell window!
"'Blanche?' a voice whispered. I got up, and by standing on the rim of the toilet bowl raised myself up to the barred opening. I blinked and saw quite a face! A shiny black Nazi helmet covered the head of a young man who had a straggly Zapata moustache, Van Dyke chin whiskers, and three bright gold teeth in the front of his mouth! I saw the teeth when he saw me and grinned, exclaiming, 'Hey, wow! Who's the bird?'
'"Shhh! Blanche is in the next cell,' I whispered.
'"Okay, sweetheart. But wait up for me. I'll come back to pay you a social call.'
"He tipped his steel helmet and dropped out of sight. In a minute I heard muffled whispers from Blanche's cell, then a while later she tapped for me to come to the front bars.
"The boys have been talking to my lawyer,' she said urgently, 'Who's been on the phone to the county D.A. They want a whole bundle this time-a hell of a lot more than we've got or can raise. The word is the sonofabitches are going to make me pay through the nose, or hang me."
"T'm sorry, Blanche,' I offered.
'"Save your sorries, honey. The cocksucking bandits aren't going to send me up! I'm busting out of here tonight. You wantta come along?'
"A jailbreak! I didn't know what to say. Such fantastic contempt for the law was beyond anything I'd ever heard of, let alone thought about. I said something to that effect to Blanche, and she snorted, 'Shh-itt! The law doesn't help people like you and me, kiddo. It's helping people like those foster parents you have. The law's got you right now-and for what? What'd you do?'
"She had a point. "So come on with us. There's nothing to lose. If we get caught, what the hell? We were both going to the can anyhow. But I don't plan on getting caught. How 'bout it?'
"She certainly had logic on her side. Furthermore, my brief incarceration was traumatic enough, and earlier, before Blanche had arrived, I'd even contemplated suicide rather than going to an institution. I said a small prayer for forgiveness, hoping it would be understood in the spirit it was offered, and told her I would go with them.
"A short time later, a heavy chain was silently passed through and around the bars of my window. The same thing was happening in the next cell. Blanche signaled for me to be ready. I was nervous from excitement and fear when suddenly from the rear of the jail came a tremendous, ear-splitting roar that shook the whole building.
"The dreadful thunder reached a crescendo that shattered the night. I watched, trembling, as the chains tightened on the window bars. The bars first bent, then doubled over. There was a crack, and dust filled the cell-pieces of bricks and cement flew at me-then there was a terrible crash and a huge, gaping hole was before me. I leaped for it and scrambled over the broken, tumbled debris. Through the choking dust I saw that the chains had been attached to four strange motorcycles. I stumbled forward, and Blanche caught me by the shoulders. 'Ride with Courtney,' she shouted, pointing to one of the gleaming bikes. The chains were cast loose in a minute. I jumped on the thin, padded seat behind the fellow in the Nazi helmet. One after the other, the motorcycles, still roaring, hurtled out onto the street and screeched away. I was free!
"Four bikes flew like the wind through the center of town and onto the highway. The wind whipped my hair and I hugged the heavy leather jacket Courtney was wearing, hanging on for dear life. Far in the distance there was the thin wail of a siren, but in minutes it was lost to the ear. The bike carrying Blanche rode close to ours, and she yelled, 'South! Across the state line!'
"The speed at which we traveled took my breath away. The highway was nearly empty at that hour, but even so when we passed a moving car it was as if they were standing still. The darkened trees were a black, whistling blur. I should have been freezing, but my blood was pumping hot, from fright and exhilaration.
"Courtney shouted to me over his shoulder, 'Hold on, baby! Keep those boobs right in my back and lean the way the bike does. We're going up into the hills!'
"One by one the bikes streaked around the curve of an intersection and down a much darker, narrower highway. There were no longer any closed gas stations or roadside buildings-only an occasional darkened farm. We began to climb uphill, and the road turned into a treacherous snake. The motorcycles stayed in single file, and twisted and turned around the tight curves. There were times when the bike leaned so precariously into a bend that my heart stopped. I thought we would fall over. I didn't know what was more frightening-breaking out of jail or the escape ride.
"The pack roared on relentlessly until there was a crack of dawn in the east. Then, as if at a signal, the drivers all slowed to normal speed and everyone began yelling and shouting at once. It was the state line! We'd made it!
"Shortly we came upon an isolated gas station and roadside tavern. The gang pulled in, and they congratulated each other, with much hilarity and obscenity. I thought I would simply have to get used to their rough talk. After all, they had saved my life. I wasn't in a position to be critical. The business was closed, but one of the gang-a short, stocky fellow in crusty blue denims and a sleeveless jacket-pounded on the door until an old fellow wearing a bathrobe answered.
'"Open up, Claypool,' Blanche bellowed, stepping to the front. 'We've come down to pay you a visit. We need gas and beer, or we'll stay here for a week!'
"The old man evidently knew the gang. He gave a snag-toothed grin and threw the door open, saying, 'Jesus, Blanche, long time. I can fix you up, but how about paying me?'
"Blanche grinned lewdly at Claypool and said, 'I'll take care of you, all right. Don't worry.'
"I was standing at Blanche's side and said, 'He seems glad to see you.'
"'Sure,' she answered, 'last summer when we were here I jerked him off, and he probably hasn't stopped talking about it yet.'
"Blanche's words stunned me. I knew she had a crude vocabulary, and now, in the daylight, I could see that she was a very sexy, voluptuous girl-yet she had been so casual about the act of masturbating an old man. When she didn't say anything more, I decided she must have been kidding. I had to remember not to react too dumbly to their little sexual jokes.
"We went inside the tavern, and Claypool opened beers all around. When he handed me mine, he said, 'A new one, huh? Sort of on the tender side. Maybe you oughta drink soda pop.'
'"Shut up and give her the beer, you dirty old man,' Blanche said. 'And don't let me catch you trying to feel her up.' To me, she said, 'Go on, honey, drink up. Don't let anything we say upset you.'
"I was grateful for Blanche's sisterly concern. I began to relax and, surprisingly, the cold beer tasted wonderful, even though it was the first I'd ever had. I was formally introduced to the other members of the gang: the stocky one was Jake; a tall, muscular blonde with extremely long sideburns was called Iron Mike; and The Kid was a baby-faced fellow with hair almost down to his shoulders. The whole gang wore an assemblage of Levis, leather jackets, and boots, with crazy buttons and patches all over them. Though they did not have an insignia on the backs of their jackets like other motorcycle gangs I had read about, they did have a name-'Satan's Sires.'
"By the time I had had three beers-the others out-drank me four to one-I was feeling a little giddy, and not as reserved as I normally would have been. I talked with all the Sires, and in impromptu fashion a celebration party was started. Two of the fellows took the bikes around the back. Claypool left the closed sign up, and the place seemed to be ours. The old man brought us sandwiches and snacks from his own kitchen; the juke box was blaring away; and, for the first time in months, Julie, I began to feel like a human being even among these very different kind of people. I danced with all the fellows, and I didn't mind when they pulled me close to them and held my body tightly against theirs. After all, they were my new friends, and it didn't occur to me that I was giving them any ideas. We kept on dancing. I found myself laughing at expressions and jokes I didn't understand, yet it didn't seem to matter. Blanche began bragging about how we'd really pulled one and how safe we were across the state line. From what she said, I understood that it would take weeks for them to get the neighboring police to act. And by that time, she said, Satan's Sires would be across another state line. Most of it went over my head, though. The beer and the relaxation kept me from thinking too seriously about anything.
"It was when I was dancing with Iron Mike that I looked over to the bar and what I saw made me stumble. Blanche, who had taken off her leather jacket, was lazily leaning from a stool over the bar. She was tremendously female. Her Levis were molded to her statuesque legs and fanny, and the tight green jersey pullover that stretched across her ample titties left nothing to the imagination. But my eyes weren't on her-instead, they were on what she was doing.
"Her hand dangled over the bar, out of sight, and her arm was moving. Claypool stood behind the counter with a look of absolute rapture on his face. The others were beginning to notice, too, and they moved closer, to watch. Iron Mike said, 'Hey, come on, we've gotta see the old bugger get his jollies!' Against my better judgment, he urged me to the bar.
"As I suspected, Blanche was masturbating the aged proprietor. It surprised me that such an old man could have an erection. How innocent I was! She was casually flicking his rather long cock, making it snap, her thumb and forefinger circling it. The rest of the gang laughed and hooted and urged her to faster and more forceful jerks. Claypool suddenly stiffened, and a single wad of come popped out of the end of his old cock in a feeble trajectory and plunked in the sink under the bar.
"Everyone laughed loudly. Blanche grinned broadly and put the cock back in the pants with a flip. 'Keep the beer coming, you old bastard, and I might let you eat me later,' she laughed. Claypool's eyes were positively shining. In the meantime, I became conscious that Iron Mike had slipped his arm around me and was fondling my titties. I tensed and tried to squirm away, which made him angry.
'"Like, hey, bird-whatta you think you're doing, putting me down?' he said. 'Wow, man! Blanche, what is it with the bird, doesn't she know?'
'"Kn ... know what?' I stammered.
"Blanche leaned over on her stool toward me. "I forgot to mention it, honey, but any chick who runs with us is, well, you know, available. It's share and share alike. If someone wants to mess around, you mess-that includes a lot of things, but mainly it means you skin down and fuck. I'm the only one who can say no-'cause I'm Number One.'
'"But ... but. . .please. . .I can't!' Then I reminded her of the story I'd told her in the jail-about my virginity and what I'd gone through to protect it.
'"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that,' she mused. She told the others a little of it, but it didn't seem to elicit any sympathy. To my beery dismay, in fact, the news appeared to excite them.
'"Hell, Blanche,' Courtney said, 'she's not going to hold onto it forever. Why not us? We're friends. We busted her out of jail.'
"Blanche shrugged at me. 'I'm afraid they've made a point, honey. After all, you do owe them something. And don't forget, they busted me out, too. It wouldn't be very sporting of me to deny them their fun.'
"Julie, I was so confused! All that beer had gone to my head. I blurted out, 'No, don't fuck me, please! Besides, you can't! There's no room!'
"All I accomplished was to inflame their perverse curiosity with my remark. They demanded to know what I meant. Even Blanche was interested. You see, I'd left out the part about the chastity belt. To their questions, I just kept repeating that it was impossible. By then they were all straining to find out what I was talking about. Claypool, the dirty old man, was as bad as the rest of them: 'I wanna watch!' he said over and over.
"Finally, Blanche gave me a pat and said, 'There's nothing I can do. You better strip.'
"Strip! Dear God, I thought, I've done it again!" Was there no honor and decency in the world? I begged them, loudly, to reconsider their demand, but when I hesitated too long, the gang grabbed me and four pairs of rough hands had me as naked as the day I was born. Except for the humiliating chastity belt.
"It was plain the Satan's Sires had never seen anything so funny in their lives. I was absolutely mortified. I stood quaking in fear and embarrassment. They fell all over themselves and pounded on the bar. Blanche was no better than the others. She held onto her sides and had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Animals!." I thought fiercely, without a drop of the milk of human kindness. They howled until they were coughing up beer, then they agreed to take off the protective pussy-belt. After all their drunken threats to my virginity, that was the last thing I wanted-although previously I had desired to be rid of the damnable thing. How ironic that the insidious device that would have saved me was to be removed against my will! Through my sobs, I protested, 'You can't-it's locked, and I don't have the key!'
"That brought another dirtier laugh and Jake boasted, 'I've been picking locks since I was old enough to walk, kid. Give me two minutes with that thing.'
'"Why wait that long?' The Kid yelled. 'I've got a cutter in my saddlebags.' But Jake was on his knees in front of me and was fussing with the padlock with a little tool. A moment later I felt the chain girdle fall loosely to the floor, and a cheer went up. Jack surprised me by leaning forward and burrowing his puckered mouth and extended tongue in my pussy-fur. I screamed, and Jack was pulled back.
'"Not so fast-I'm first!' Iron Mike shouted, already pulling down his Levis. But an argument ensued. They decided to roll dice to determine the order in which I'd be raped. While they were casting lots for me, I fell on my knees and beseeched Blanche to intervene and save the only testimonial to virtue that I retained.
'"Please, please, help me!' I cried. 'I'll do anything-but not that. Don't let them fuck me!'
'"You'll do anything?' '"Anything. . . ! '
"'Hmmm,' she mused, and thought for awhile. Then she went down the bar and had a huddle with the others. A lot of sharp whispering went on and finally Blanche came back to me. 'All right, the guys have agreed not to bust your cherry, but you're going to have to take care of them like I say. I feel like a little action myself, so I'll do the fucking-you do the rest.'
"I was so grateful that I didn't even struggle when they led me to the center of the tavern floor and made me kneel on hands and knees on four chairs that had been set in opposite pairs. I held myself in that awkward position while everyone took off his clothes-though, oddly, no one, not even Blanche, removed his heavy leather boots. Courtney left on his Nazi helmet. Knowing I was in for the worst, I steeled myself-but, Sweet Jesus! Nothing could have prepared me for that incredible array of monstrous, rock-hard cocks displayed before my eyes!
"I twitched violently at the gross sight-and nearly fell off the chairs. Before I could move further, however, I was gripped by the hips. Without an instant's warning, a marauding cock plunged wantonly into my ass-hole.
"Whoever it was nearly ruptured my belly. I screamed for mercy but they only yelled obscene encouragement. Through my glazed vision, I saw a bare ass and back humping between Blanche's crooked, spread legs as she perched on the edge of a table and leaned around to watch the vile scene in which I was the victimized main attraction. But I didn't see Blanche for very long. A guy stepped in front of me. Before I could twist away, a stiff, plump cock was thrust into my mouth and jammed so far down my throat that I choked.
"Reamed from the rear and assaulted from the front! Both ends being brutalized to satisfy their filty passions! I was like a rag doll between the pumping, swollen cocks! Then, of all the horrors, one flooded my gasping mouth with his foul come and another bathed my poor ass-hole with his own hot load. But before I could even finish swallowing, another cock was in each receptacle. No one could be so basely used as I was.
"On and on they came-first in the mouth and then in the brownie, or vice-versa, or maybe after leaving Blanche's friendly hole, I don't know; I was racked and ripped beyond caring. Once I looked up to see who was stuffing my mouth and there was that dirty old man, Claypool, twirling his skinny, ancient pole between my lips. Oh, the utter degradation of it!
"Julie, it must have lasted for hours. Finally I collapsed from sheer exhaustion, much later-it was dark again-fresh air revived me, and I realized I was dressed and riding on a motorcycle behind Blanche. Satan's Sires rode higher into the hills and stopped at a small mountain lake. There was a cluster of cabins that had just closed on Labor Day for the winter. The gang broke into a couple of the larger bungalows and found food and bedding. I dreaded the thought of being in the same building with them. But it was Blanche who let me share a double bed and sleeping bag with her.
"I became a member of the gang-unwillingly, of course. Blanche made it quite clear I didn't have a choice. The guys liked me, she said-I shouldn't wonder! And they would respect my virginity as long as I serviced them in every other way and didn't try to run off. If I were caught leaving, Blanche warned, nothing she could do would prevent my real rape.
"Before long, I was dressed like the rest of them, in boots, skin-tight Levis, and leather jacket. I usually rode behind Blanche and I must say we turned heads when we flew by people. Her red hair, and my blonde hair streaming out behind; the weird motorcycle, with its gleaming finish and its high, raked handlebars. I learned quickly that the gang supported itself by stealing automobile and motorcycle parts. They would spot a vehicle in a--likely place after dark and have it stripped of anything that was saleable in a matter of minutes. They prided themselves on the fact that they could entirely dismantle a motorcycle in five minutes flat. Every time they made a few dollars was a cause for celebration. They drank mostly beer and cheap wine; but after a particularly good haul there would be whiskey, too. These were the occasions I dreaded.
"With the single exception of fucking, I was subjected to every sexual act in the book. Fortunately, I learned soon enough to drink a considerable amount of whiskey myself and therefore was anesthetized to most of the foulness and some of the pain.
"As it grew colder at the mountain lake, the gang decided to head south. They were all wanted in our four-state area, and, as Blanche put it, 'We've been sentenced to the open road.' As we traveled through village and city, we were always able to practice our criminal trade, and frequently made contacts with other outlaw motorcycle clubs. I dreaded these occasions, too. Blanche was quite willing to spread good will, and I was forced to do my part. Satan's Sires, however, were somewhat selfish about this. They never loaned my ass to anyone-only my mouth. There were many times in the course of those months when I had mixed emotions about the kind of life I was leading. When they were using me sexually, I hated them all. But at other times I thought they were the only friends I had. there were opportunities in which I could have escaped, but at the last minute I was too confused and perhaps too weak to make the attempt."
CHAPTER SIX ...
"Satan's Sires ran ahead of winter into the deep south. The temperature was to everybody's liking but the atmosphere turned out to be decidedly hostile. The small-town sheriffs were a nasty cut below their northern counterparts, and they used every shabby trick imaginable to run us off. The countryside wasn't very friendly, either, but for different reasons.
"None of the gang had ever been that far south before, and no one had any idea how poverty-stricken the area was. Most of the cars and trucks were old clunkers owned by poor dirt farmers. None of the gang wanted to steal from them in the first place. Hot bikes were practically non-existent, and sharp cars stayed very close to the towns. It was slim pickings and it was awfully hard to sell what did turn up. Everybody was on edge and snapping at one another. Inside the sleeping bags, the guys had become particularly mean to me and seemed to be going out of their way to hurt and humiliate me. There was a lot of mumbling about their promise to keep me a virgin. And frankly, I lived in fear that Blanche was losing control of them. Now escape seemed particularly impossible:
Everyone was our enemy. I kept a stiff if bruised upper lip and went along.
"One day we were run out of a dingy little town by a sheriff and three deputies armed with sawed-off shotguns. We hadn't done a thing; they just didn't want us to stop. The gang was in a collective rage, and everybody was arguing about what we should do. We traveled some miles farther down a back highway and came to a grubby bar at a crossroads. Blanche signaled the gang to stop, and we roared up to the porch. There were a couple of beat-up cars. That was all. I began to get frightened right away because I knew that our funds were down to a few dollars. Nevertheless the gang stormed in. There were a couple of farmers drinking beer, and behind the bar was a beefy, red-necked fellow in a wrinkled sports shirt. Nobody looked happy to see us, but the bartender asked what we'd have.
"'What've you got?" Blanche demanded.
"'Just beer,' the redneck said. Then, like he had thought of something, he added, 'but that's to drink here. If you want something to take with you, I've got some good 'shine. Five bucks a quart jar. Best white lightnin' in the county.'
"Without batting an eye, Blanche said, 'Good. We'll take four jugs.'
"The fellow grinned and called out back for the order. In a minute a very well-stacked young girl about my age carried in the four jars. She blinked at us, sucked on her thumb for a second, and said, 'Gee whizz! Y'all Hells Angels?'
"People were always asking us that. Courtney spit derisively and told them who we were. Blanche pulled the Mason jars across the bar, opened one, took a swig, then passed it around. The consensus was that the shine was indeed excellent, although the tiny sip that I had brought tears to my eyes and left me gasping for breath.
"Then the bartender said, with a strained voice, 'That'll be twenty bucks, folks. And like I said, you can't drink the shine here. I pay off the sheriff to be selling it, not to be serving it.'
"In a very friendly voice, Blanche ignored him and replied, 'Well drink it here. Put it on our tab.' The fellow began to shake and started to say something, but a look at the faces of everyone but myself convinced him to shut up and smile. The girl batted her eyes in open admiration while the two customers nervously finished their drinks and rushed out. Blanche distributed the other Mason jars. 'Drink up, y'all,' she mocked. 'It's 'bout time we had a little party.'
"It was terrible to watch, Julie. The only reason I know what happened is because the moonshine was so strong that I only pretended to be drinking it. Everyone else got drunker than I'd ever seen them-and they were mean, fighting drunk. On the other hand, I'll have to say this: the country girl really brought it on herself.
"She was the bar owner's niece, she said while flirting with the boys. She asked a lot of questions while they drank and all the time she was flopping her big titties right on top of the bar in front of them. I could see the guys getting worked up. So could Blanche. The more horny the fellows got, the more evil the look that came into Blanche's eyes. She began talking to the bartender. After a bit, they were huddled at the end of the bar and I saw his surprised expression as she whispered in his ear. In a minute, Blanche announced that she and 'Big Claude' were going to take a look at the chicken coop, and as she walked out with him, she pointedly nudged the guys. She wasn't out the door ten feet before Courtney and The Kid reached over the bar. Each of them grabbed a tittie. The girl squealed in shocked delight. But when she realized her uncle wasn't there to protect her, and that she was alone with the four motorcycle gypsies, she became frightened. Knowing what would happen, I tried to stop them. But Jake wheeled on me and shouted. 'Get in the corner and shut up, you tight-cunted little bitch! We're getting tired of Blanche's old snatch. We're goin' to have ourselves some fresh meat.'
"The girl understood all of that and really became terrified. She tried to run out the back, but they wouldn't let go of her tits. Iron Mike went behind the bar, and with a single heave tossed her right on top of the counter. She flopped around like a fish out of water. All of them grabbed for her and in seconds her cheap cotton dress was ripped off her and she lay there struggling. She was as naked as a blue jay. Her huge, adolescent tits slopped from side to side as she squirmed. And the rest of her, though slightly plump, added up to a lot of girl. She had an extraordinarily prominent pussy-mound covered with light, curly hair. It wasn't long before the guys were poking their fingers in and out of her young cunt.
"They began to slide her back and forth along the bar top, pinching and fondling and finger-fucking her. She was in such terror that she couldn't scream aloud-only strange gurgling noises came from her throat. At one point they pinned her to the bar, belly up, and two of them sucked and bit on each tit while another held her legs spread and the fourth, The Kid, crouched down at the end of the bar and ate her.
"It was obvious she wasn't a virgin, and she was torn between excitement and fear. I was becoming sick watching them sadistically tantalize her. I really saw them for what they were-crude, untamed beasts. If there had been anything I could have done, I would have done it. I sat helplessly as they finally pulled her to the floor. They just dropped their pants, wielding their bursting cocks. Two of them each grabbed an ankle, pulled her legs up, and spread them until I thought they would tear her in two; and then Courtney dropped between the wide V and drove his rigid rod deep into her cunt in one single stroke. He sawed away viciously until he splattered her with his juice. Then The Kid immediately took his place. It was the epitome of a gang-bang. Each took his turn and was stimulated enough while waiting to be ready for another jab at her. They went around four times each, and the poor girl was just a helpless puddle of flesh. And all that time they were swilling more moonshine and staggering to and from the girl until they were so drunk they couldn't keep their cocks hard any longer. They pulled her to her knees and squeezed her titties until she blew them-but it was no use. They were done, and it was only then that they finally let her go. Crying her eyes out, she stumbled to the rear of the bar. There she ran directly into Big Claude, who was followed by Blanche. Claude had obviously been well taken care of. His blissful expression suddenly changed when he saw his niece.
"He let out a loud bellow and jumped behind the bar. Instantly, he came up with a heavy club shaped like a baseball bat. For a big man he moved surprisingly fast. He came round the end of the bar just as Satan's Sires were pulling up their pants. He swung the bat in a vicious arc. There was a loud clang; he had hit Courtney's Nazi helmet. He took another swing and smashed Iron Mike in the chest, knocking him over a table. But that was all for Big Claude.
"Blanche, who wore a chain for a belt, whipped it from her waist and coiled it around his neck in a single lash. The bat dropped and the chain pulled Claude backwards, choking him. By that time the guys had recovered. They jumped him all at once. Fists and boots pummeled down in sickening thuds which continued even after Claude lay perfectly still.
"'That's enough!' Blanche yelled. 'Let's get out of here!' the bar owner was a bloody pulp when they unpiled from him. I was told to rifle the cash register, which I did with trembling trepidation. Surely I had just seen Satan's Sires at their most depraved violence. As we ran from the bar to the cycles, I had more reason than ever to fear them.
"We gunned down the highway. like after the jail break, they were all shouting and yelling obscene celebration. At that point, I became terrified for my life. Everyone was so drunk that the cycles were weaving and wobbling on the narrow, humpback road. Someone had taken a jar of moonshine along, as we sped along the dangerous highway, Courtney's bike came within inches of ours and the jug was passed. Blanche rode with one hand and swigged the potent brew with the other. Then she goosed the bike, almost causing it to fishtail, caught up with Iron Mike and The Kid riding tandem, and passed the jug to them. Mile after mile the liquor was distributed in this insane way-and all of it at seventy miles an hour!
"I don't know how long we rode or in what direction. I was too paralyzed to do anything but hang on and pray. My head was buried against the back of Blanche's jacket, but I looked up suddenly when I felt the brakes abruptly slow the cycle. Everyone was slowing down. Then I saw what it was. On the road ahead of us, traveling in our direction but not as fast, was an expensive foreign sports car with the top down. The driver reacted to our presence with alarm. He dropped the. car into a lower gear and stepped on the gas. It was the kind of thing I had seen before when riding with the gang, and I knew they would chase him. Off we went, the sports car whining and the four bikes screaming along a treacherous, winding road that followed the banks of a small river. For a time, all I could see were huge willow trees sweeping by so fast that they appeared to be a solid wall. One tiny puddle in the road, I kept thinking, and it will be over for me! but I should give credit where credit is due. They were fantastic bike riders. If they had been sober on that river road I wouldn't have had the slightest worry. Still, drunk as they were, they managed to catch up with the sports car and box it in-a bike at each fender. Then everyone gradually slowed, and the car driver-to avoid killing anyone-had to slow with us. Finally we stopped.
"The driver was flushed with anger but didn't yell at us. He sat grim-faced as the bikes were parked and the gang surrounded the car.
"'Okay,' he said tightly, 'you win. You got me stopped. You're very good with those things. Now how about letting me get on my way.'
"Nobody paid any attention to him. They all fawned over the car, talking about how expensive it was, pointing out the accessories that could be sold and for how much. It was like the car was empty and the driver didn't exist at all. Infuriated, he said loudly, 'Now, goddamn it, you've had your fun! Move those bikes and let me go.'
"All Blanche said was, 'Get out of the car.' The man started to argue back, but Iron Mike and Jake reached in and hauled him out and onto the road. It was about this time that the driver became conscious of the spot he was in. He looked around at all the blood-shot eyes and slack, sneering mouths. Still he showed no obvious fear.
'"Maybe you don't know who I am,' he said coldly. 'But my name is Fremont. If that doesn't mean anything, I should tell you that you're now in Fremont County and the next town you'll pass through will be Fremontville. My daddy and granddaddy have owned this part of the state since after the Civil War.'
'"Funny, but you don't talk like a southern boy,' Blanche said.
"'I travel,' Fremont said curtly. "But let me tell you one more thing. I also own the cops around here. Now I'll give you just about one minute to move those bikes and let me by or you're all going to be nose deep in so much pig shit you'll never get out of it.'
"The gang did a double-take and looked at each other in amazement, exclaiming, 'Hey!' 'Man!' and 'Wow!' Jake grabbed his own throat, like he was being choked, and staggered around. Iron Mike pointed his fingers at The Kid and went, 'Rat-ta-ta-ta-tat,' and The Kid held himself like he was shot.
"Blanche just stared at Fremont with what I recognized as a very mean smile. Then she stepped close to him and, blowing her boozy breath into his face, said '. . .my daddy and granddaddy!' Well, shit! How 'bout that? You got the whole family in reserve.' Then her voice dripped venom. 'Why, you mother fucking punk!' Fremont looked to be about thirty. 'I do believe you're threatening us! My nose in pig shit, huh?' Blanche brought her knee up into Fremont's crotch so fast I hardly saw it.
"He yowled and doubled over in agony, clutching at his crotch, but the Sires pulled him up straight and held his arms. Beside the obvious pain in his balls, his glazed expression was one of complete disbelief that such a thing could be happening to him. 'Throw him in the car,'
Blanche ordered, 'and let's get this show off the road.'
"I had to drive one of the bikes-yes, they'd taught me but I wasn't very good-while we followed the river road to a dirt turnoff which headed up a creek that ran into the main stream. We bumped along the rutted track for a half-mile until we came across a tumble-down fisherman's shack.
'"What'll we do with him, Blanche?" Courtney asked with a slur. He'd just opened another jar of moonshine, and he was drinking again.
'"Tie him up on the post of the shack. I'll think of something while you guys strip the imagine-wagon.'
"Fremont was bound with saddlebag straps to the post. He was so bewildered that he didn't say a word, only stared incredulously as his car was taken apart piece by piece until nothing but a shell remained. They even went so far as to pull the tires off the wire racing wheels and to roll the rubber into the creek. During the whole dismantling, the moonshine went down steadily. Myself the only exception, Satan's Sires were an ugly bunch of drunks in short order. God only knew what they'd do to Fremont, but I was braced for the worst.
"Being perfectly human, Fremont soon lost his bravado and realized that neither his name or anything else could help him. He was scared to death and I couldn't blame him. Blanche kept walking close to him, staring at him evilly and clucking her tongue. Finally the tension broke him.
'"What do you want?' he gasped. 'Money? I have money. Look in my wallet-there's two, three hundred dollars. Take it, it's yours?' He was duly relieved of his wallet, but nothing changed. 'Just let me go! I promise I won't say anything. I'll even tell the sheriff you're friends of mine-nobody will bother you!'
'"Hey, Blanche, that sounds good,' Courtney said thickly. 'He fixes it up with the fuzz, and we can stick around a while. Get out of the fucking woods and cotton fields.'
'"You're drunk,' Blanche replied, glaring with bleary eyes. 'I know punks like this. He'll have every mother of a cop in the state out after us the second we let him go ... '
'"No! No, that's not true!' Fremont shouted. 'I promise!'
"I stood in the background, but the rest of the gang just stood around him staring like he was a disease they were stuck with and didn't know how to get rid of. They were glancing at Blanche, too, waiting for her to think of something. Then she stretched her titties out and broke into a lopsided grin. 'You know something, though? I'm sort of horny and I've heard these southern gentlemen are great fucks. Maybe we could convince Mr. Fremont of
Fremontville in Fremont County to show us how good he is?'
"Fremont stiffened in horror, but Satan's Sires thought it was a fantastic idea. The guys untied him and practically tore his clothes off. While they were stripping him, Blanche undressed leisurely. I'd already admired and been envious of her magnificent body. But for the first time, wobbling as she was from the liquor, she just looked like an obscenely over-developed whore.
"A circle was formed around them, and Fremont stood trembling and sexually limp. Blanche squeezed her tits and fingered her cunt while she told the prisoner how many ways she was going to fuck him. 'But first you're going to eat a lot of cunt,' she slurred as she spread her legs apart. When he didn't move, The Kid shoved him to his knees. Blanche stepped over him and pulled him by the ears until his face was smothered by her cunt.
'"Lick it, you sonofabitch!' she yelled wildly. She ground her hips. 'Lick it and eat it until your goddamn tongue falls out!'
"Fremont did the only thing he could, considering his fear and his predicament. He ate. He groveled in her ample wet hole, head thrashing and tongue flailing.
"It went on interminably. Blanche on the ground as he crouched before her. Blanche kneeling as he lay under her. Blanche squatting on his head as he squirmed on his back. And through it ail I had reason to bless the rotten corn whiskey that was partly the cause: The guys were so wiped out that the sexual spectable was all they needed. I was spared being the handmaiden to their voyeuristic lust. No one touched me from the time Fremont's oral torment began until Blanche finally reached a feeble but exhausting orgasm.
"They both collapsed when she came, although he had never once had a hard-on. Blanche weakly ordered him to be tied up again. I had to help because the others were so intoxicated that they could barely make a knot. No one bothered to dress him; he slumped from the post naked.
"While Blanche was putting on her clothes, Courtney spoke up, 'But we've still got to do something with him. Let's just leave him tied up and bug out.'
"Blanche shook her head. I saw that the sex had sobered her somewhat. 'Hell, it's a kidnapping rap now. If we let him go-even if we get out of the state-he can sic the Feds on us ... ' The gang was too sodden to catch the implication, but I didn't miss it. 'Anyway,' Blanche said, 'it's getting dark and we're all too stoned to ride. We'll sack out for a couple of hours and straighten out-then we'll take care of the local hero." She pulled the sleeping bag off her bike, threw it on some soft ground, and flopped on it without crawling in. Woodenly, the others did the same. 'Justine? Get some rest,' she said drowsily. I stretched out next to her but I didn't fall asleep. I was too busy thinking.
"Call it intuition, Julie, but I had the feeling Satan's Sires had gone down the last road. They had been getting crazier and crazier the farther we traveled. And I couldn't help but dwell on how desperate they'd feel when they woke up and realized the full measure of what they'd done. They'd always been careful with their stealing and never did anything else except raise hell and intimidate people. But on that single day they had raped a young girl, beaten a man senseless, and kidnapped and sexually tormented another man. They would run scared. Blanche had already hinted of their only possible choice-kill Fremont and cover up the evidence that would connect the gang. I was really convinced they'd do it, too. That's the main reason I did what I did.
"I waited until I was positive everyone was completely out and I got up quietly. I brought Fremont, who had slid down to the base of his post, his shoes, pants and shirt. I startled him out of an exhausted doze. 'Shhh, don't make a sound,' I whispered. 'I'm going to help you get away.'
'"Jesus, yes! Help me!' he cried softly. '"But there's a condition,' I said before I touched his bonds. 'You've got to take me with you.'
'"Yes, of course! Whatever you say.' He didn't ask any more questions then and I released him. Even in the dark I could see a look of new hope on his face.
"I led him to a clump of bushes by the creek and told him to wait for me. Then I went back and disabled all four motorcycles. For once, I was thankful for what they had taught me about bikes. I loosened the fuel lines so that the gas would spill out of the tanks. They'd be able to start the bikes with what fuel was in the carburetors, but they'd never get more than a quarter-mile. That accomplished, I said goodbye to 'hogs' and ran to join Fremont.
'"I know these woods,' he said. 'Stay close behind me and I'll have us out of here damn quick.' We started off along the creek, cut back to the dirt road the gang had come in on, and finally crossed the highway. Along the riverbank was an easy footpath out of sight of the main road. We trotted along that for at least a half-hour, and Fremont finally stopped. 'We can take it easy now. The town is only a couple of miles downstream. The highway is way back from here.'
"I told him we shouldn't have to worry and explained what I'd done to the bikes. 'But why?' he asked. 'You were one of them. Why'd you help me? Don't misunderstand-I'm so damn grateful I don't know what to say. But I don't understand why."
"'I think they were going to kill you,' I said, and told him what had happened that day and what their probable reaction would be.
"He shook his head in disbelief. 'My God, how can it happen? A guy like me-just driving home, in his own backyard practically. And these, these animals come along and. . . ' He sat down heavily on a tree stump. T don't know how to thank you!'
'"That's what I wanted to talk to you about,' I said. 'You see, I wasn't really a member of the gang.' I told him the gang had picked me up hitchhiking to get to you, Julie, and that instead of letting me off, they involved me in a robbery and then kept me with them by force and violence. I didn't go into intimate details, but made it clear that being with them was one long horror and I'd never had a chance to escape. 'So when I helped you,' I finished, 'I was also trying to find someone to help me. All I want to do is go to California and try to forget Satan's Sires and all their cruelties!'
"Fremont looked up at me and stared into my eyes. Then he took my hand and held it gently between his. 'On my honor as a gentleman,' he said with feeling, 'I'll make it my responsibility to see you on your way-and I'll take care of that gang so they'll never bother you again.'
"I nearly cried, I was so relieved. I wanted to hug Fremont and thank him with a hundred kisses! Oh, God, what a glorious feeling to be free again. He stood up and took my hand and we continued on toward the town.
"After another hour we rounded a bend in the river and saw the lights of town. Shortly we were on the main street and Fremont said to me, 'I'll find you a place to sleep, but there's something I have to do first.' We were in front of the police station and I understood. I went in with him.
"Beyond a wooden fence and gate three deputies were playing cards. When they saw us, they rushed over and began asking questions. But Fremont shut them up in a second. He was telling the truth when he said he owned the cops. He took me to one side and asked if I'd stay in another room while he gave some orders. I was seated in an office. Fremont closed the door, and I could hear the urgent sound of his voice. Then there was a lot of rushing around and slamming of doors. When he came back for me, the station was empty except for the eldest deputy, a round, white-haired man.
"'Okay,' Fremont snapped, 'You take off, too, Billy.'
'"But Mr. Fremont, somebody's got to ... ' '"I said take off!'
'"Yes sir, yes, right away.' And the deputy rushed out.
"I confess I was a little puzzled. Fremont seemed so different. He turned to me and his entire manner and expression had changed. His lips looked thin and cruel and his eyes burned at me. 'Your friends are going to be goddamn well taken care of!' he snarled. 'And as for you, you little slut, I'll handle you myself!'
"No! I was dreaming! I couldn't be hearing what I thought he said! I jumped up! 'Mr. Fremont!' I cried. 'What are you. . . ? ' Then he hit me right in the jaw with his fist! His fist, Julie! I saw stars-actually. He must have knocked me half-unconscious. I vaguely remember being dragged across the office and beyond a door. Then I came to as I was thrown down to the floor. I saw to my dismay that I'd been tossed into a confinement room in which all the walls and the floor was padded. Fremont slammed a heavy door closed and stood over me, his nostrils flared.
'You conniving cunt!' he rasped. 'You thought you were so smart! You might have saved your ass by selling out your rotten buddies-but you were right with them when they did what they did to me! And then you had the goddamn conceit to think I'd fall for that stupid story about them forcing you to run with them. . . ! '
'"It's true! I swear! I didn't lie to you!'
'"Do you take me for a complete fool? Well, I have a surprise for you, whore!' With that, he raised his arm and I saw the treacherous bull-whip which I hadn't noticed in my shock. 'Down in these parts we whip white whores who fuck niggers. The bunch you've been running and fucking with are worse than niggers! So I'm not going to have you arrested-but when I'm through with you, you'll wish I had instead!'
"Before I could open my mouth to protest, the black snake lashed out and struck my legs.
"'Strip!' he screamed. 'Just like I had to strip-or I'll whip the clothes off you!'
"He slashed out again and I cried and screamed. The sting of the whip was terrible, even through the Levis and the heavy leather jacket. As terrified as I was, I realized that without my clothes the lash would tear the flesh from my bones. I tried to crawl and cover up, but there was nowhere to go. And each time I moved, he burned me with the whip.
"In absolute despair, I threw myself on my knees at his feet and begged him to stop beating me. And for that act of supplication, all I received was another smashing blow by his fist to the side of my head. That time I was knocked completely out.
"I awakened in the same room with my head buzzing. I tried to move but found myself bound in a garment in a way that had my arms strapped around me. A strait jacket! Then I felt a coolness on my legs and fanny and, looking across the padded floor, saw my clothes in a heap. I was naked from the waist down underneath the strait jacket! Dear God, I began to pray-but Fremont re-entered the cell just then.
"He held a metal cane which had a thick, square handle, but he didn't approach me with it. He set it down and proceeded to slowly take off his clothes, the very ones I'd furnished him with at the shack-oh, the perversity of it! His nakedness wasn't new to me, but the tremendous hard-on that shot out of his crotch was quite an addition. His cock looked as enraged as his face.
"'Wha. . .what are you going to do?' I whimpered as he came closer with the strange cane.
"This little trick is a cattle-prod, whore! Around here we use it for rounding up stray livestock that gets loose in town, civil rights demonstrators-and uncooperative people. They don't stay uncooperative for long.
"He touched the end of the rod to the sole of my bare foot and I shrieked in pain. My whole leg twitched violently off the floor. A lightening volt of electricity surged through me. Then he touched it to the inside of my thighs. My whole body jerked in charged spasms! Dear Lord, such a monstrous torture device had to be the invention of the devil himself!
'"Spread your legs, whore, and let me see that cunt smile back!' he ordered, but he didn't wait before he jabbed my innocent pussy with the shocking prod. Involuntarily, my legs flew apart as I screamed. He leered at my tiny lips. 'That's more like it!' Then he knelt between my knees, grasping the electric rod in one hand and his hard, meaty prick in the other. 'I'm going to show you how a gentleman fucks, you cunt! And if you try to fight me, I'll ram this prod right up your ass!'
'"Please! You can't! I'm a virgin!'
"'Sure. And I'm Saint Peter....'"
"Oh, Julie, he didn't believe me for an instant. He spread my untouched pussy open with his fingers and the next thing I felt was the immense head of his uncircumcised cock wedging into the outer hole. I wanted to move, but I was too scared. After all the things I'd read in our dear, late parents' marriage manuals, I was braced for unendurable pain and bleeding. Then he plunged into me. I screamed so loudly, and in such terror, that my throat nearly ruptured.
"But in a moment, to my confounded befuddlement, I realized I hadn't really been hurt at all! Yes, there was some pain, a quick, sharp stabbing-but no worse than a flare-up in a bad tooth. Compared to the sheer torture that I'd felt up my bunhole the first, oh, twenty or thirty times I was had at the back door, it was really nothing. The real discomfort was caused by the great size of Fremont's cock and the tight dryness of my cunt. To tell the truth, however, I'd been prepared for such agony that what pain I did feel didn't bother me that much. I lay stiff as a board and let him have his way. I experienced a flurry of anxiety as he shot his load in me.
"Fremont was huffing and puffing when he finally pulled his limp thing out of me. 'How's that for fucking, you whore!' he sneered, terribly proud of himself.
'"I wouldn't know,' I answered bravely, for I was indeed feeling remorse at my loss of chastity. 'You were the first.'
"He looked down and noticed the slight amount of blood. A strange look of incomprehension came over his face. 'Jesus H. Christ!' he muttered. Then he began to laugh. He rolled back on his bare haunches in hysterics. 'They'll never believe me!' he yelped. 'Never! Oh, Christ, it's too much! Too much!' He was still giggling uncontrollably when he left the room.
"The next morning I was taken to the bus station by a deputy and given a ticket to the state line. I asked about Satan's Sires, but the deputy shook his head. "Better y'all forget about 'em, girl. The men'll be on a chain gang and that wild gal 'll be hoeing cotton for a long, long time. Besides, from what young Mister
Fremont tells us, you ain't that kind of folks."
"And Mister Fremont should know, I m thought, getting on the bus.
CHAPTER SEVEN ...
"As you can well understand, Julie, it was a rather easy decision I made to avoid any more Southern Hospitality. When I reached the town on the state line where my bus ticket took me, I used nearly all of the money I had from the moon shiner's cash drawer and took another bus west-but north as far as it would take me. Then I ended up in a small city in a mid-western state and faced the prospect of hitchhiking again.
"On the surface, I hadn't changed any because of my misfortunes, but the loss of my virginity-my last token of innocence-was a blow from which I hadn't recovered. The hardest part of all to accept was that I'd been sexually ruined by a man who I'd saved from almost certain death. My Sunday-school lessons taught that charity and goodness always reap their just rewards. I wasn't exactly questioning God's cosmic scheme, don't misunderstand, but I was beginning to feel that I'd been handled with excessive harshness in the light of my good intentions. It was a bitter pill to swallow to realize how severely the Creator was testing my essential virtue.
"Because of my state of mind and growing suspicions about the integrity of my fellow Americans, I steered away from being too friendly with those I came in contact with. One thing my months with Satan's Sires had given me was a veneer of toughness which I could put on like make-up when the occasions warranted. I could swagger, look insolent, talk quite obscenely, and in general convincingly cloak the essential me. And, of course, I was still wearing the unofficial uniform of a motorcycle gang member. I think that was why it was so difficult for me to get rides.
"It took me a week to get half-way across the state. I doled out my meager cash for cheap food, and I slept at night in barns and woods. My summer camp experience was very handy in that regard. Still, I was growing increasingly worried. At that rate it could take a year to get across the country.
"One night I slept on the edge of a small town and walked into it the next morning. There was a grocery store on the main street, and I went in to make a small purchase. I was so preoccupied with finding a small jar of peanut butter to go with the bag of hard rolls I chose that I barely noticed the clerks taking out a huge order, dozens of bags, and loading them into a pick-up truck parked in front. When I did see it, I must have looked wistfully at all that food, for as I stood near the check-out stand a very lovely young woman in her early twenties, dressed in fashionable sports clothes, caught my eye and came over to me.
"'I hope I'm not being rude," she said, "but you look, well, a little lost and out of sorts. Is there anything I can do?"
"She had a beautiful warm smile and her voice was so full of concern that I melted a bit and shrugged, holding up my buns and peanut butter, and replied, 'I'm just hitching through town and I saw all that food. This is what I usually eat.'
'"Hitching? Thumbing rides? But you're so young-and a girl on the road. . . ' She walked outside with me, asking questions about where I was coming from and where going to, and finally said, 'Well, I've made up my mind, young lady. You're coming with me. We'll get a couple of decent meals in you today and a bed to rest in. Then we'll see.'
"There wasn't any question in my mind that she genuinely cared. I smiled for the first time and told her that I'd gratefully go with her if it wasn't any inconvenience. She laughed and pointed to the lettering on the door of the truck. It read, 'Ridgetop School.' 'It's a private school. My father and I run it. We have forty students, girls and boys your own age. You won't be any trouble at all. You'll be very welcome.'
"I felt that my fortune had begun to change and I was happy as a clam driving the twenty miles to the school. Along the way Rosalie, as she asked me to call her, was wonderfully friendly. She wanted to know all about me and I gave her a very thin sketch, purposely leaving out the sordid details. I mentioned only that the foster home was like a prison and that I'd run away with Satan's Sires. I said I left the gang down south because they wanted to go to Florida and I was headed the other way. Rosalie was fascinated with the idea I'd ridden with an outlaw motorcycle gang led by a girl and wanted to hear everything, especially about Blanche. As we drove through pleasant farmland, I told her a lot-but not a word about the terrible sex activities or about the horror of that last day.
"At last we came to a secondary road that gradually climbed from fields up a wooded hill, and then we were at Ridgetop. 'It's. . .it's beautiful!' I gasped. It was like a picture postcard. There were wide spring-green lawns and gleaming white buildings. The main structure had been the original house and was now classrooms, offices, dining hall and the apartments of Rosalie and her father. Two newer but similarly-designed houses were the girls' and boys' dormitories. Behind were barns, a stable, and an athletic field. Everything looked so neat and peaceful! I was enchanted.
"I was taken into the kitchen of the main house and a cook fixed me a scrumptious breakfast while Rosalie supervised a couple of hired hands unloading the supplies. I over ate-and loved it. My hostess was pleased and said she wanted me to meet her father, Dr. Harold Rodin. She led me to a study rich with soft leather chairs. Shelves of expensive volumes lined the walls. The man behind the polished desk rose to greet us. Dr. Rodin appeared to be about forty five, was extremely handsome and distinguished with greying hair at his temples, and had an ingratiating smile. Rosalie gave him a brief summary of our encounter and added, "I thought perhaps Justine could stay with us a short while. She's had a tough go and she's liable to ruin her health if she just wanders on."
"Dr. Rodin didn't hesitate. "Of course she's welcome. Our hearth is yours, child. Rosalie, arrange for some comfortable clothes, a hot bath, and a nap. She's lightly run down. Afterwards I'll give her a check-up in the dispensary and see how much damage a peanut butter diet has done to her."
"Julie, you can understand how heartfelt my thanks was! Ridgetop was like a new lease on life. Rosalie took me to her own charming apartment on the top floor and I luxuriated in a scented bath while she found me a cute casual dress and underwear and a pair of loafers, all of which fit perfectly. As I brushed my hair she told me more about the school.
"Dr. Rodin was a physician and a psychiatrist who had made a fortune by writing a series of best-selling books on adolescent behavior and the various roles of parents, education, and modern psychology in dealing with older children, including those of high school age. The profits from book sales enabled him to establish Ridgetop and to put his theories to practice. Of course, it was a tremendously expensive school. All forty students were from very wealthy families and were selected from an application list of thousands only after extensive testing. Genius wasn't a requirement, Rosalie pointed out-although many students were quite bright-but rather the criterion most invoked was that of intellectual awareness and a desire to be successful at any endeavor-to be successful at the business of living. To guide the students there were four teachers-the Doctor, Rosalie, A Dr. Trumbo, and a Miss Monday-the latter two were also each in charge of a dormitory. Education was very progressively oriented. Classes were small and informal and no one was required to attend if they didn't want to. Students learned at their own speed and ignored class designations like Junior and Senior. It was all very relaxed and in the end the graduates went on to college where, according to reports, they made fantastic progress.
"I mention all of this to you, Julie, to give you some perspective about what eventually happened. That first day Dr. Rodin examined me and determined that I needed a period of dietary therapy, including vitamins. They insisted I stay at least a week. When that time was up, the doctor inquired about my future plans and I was relaxed and felt so normal again I'm afraid I broke down and confessed that I really didn't know where you were in California and that I planned to search for you. The doctor thought I was being foolish (he was being kind-I was quite stupid) and pointed out how big California is. But my desperateness to find a home, some permanence, broke through in our talk. A day later Dr. Rodin and Rosalie offered to let me become a student and stay at Ridgetop.
"I couldn't believe it! My chance! I could matriculate at my own speed. I'd work in the office to help out, and for that would receive a small sum for clothes. A year, perhaps, the doctor said, and I'd be well equipped to go out on my own. He would help me get into a California college and I could continue my education while I searched for you. But if I didn't find you, I'd have a start in life. Well, I was ecstatic! What more could a wandering orphan ask for?
"I worked hard and studied hard. It was always difficult because I wasn't as bright as most of the students, but diligence paid off. Since the school wasn't geared to regular sessions, it ran year round and students who wanted a vacation just took off and came back a month or two later-which enabled me to stay right on. The only unfortunate part of the entire situation was the fact that I never made close friends with the other students. They all heard how I'd come to the school, that I was a juvenile delinquent or a Hell's Angel. Because of my background and my poverty, they were always aloof. In fact, they were snobs. Rosalie, even though she was older, became my dearest friend.
"I had been at Ridgetop the better part of a year when the doctor informed me that I was more than qualified as a high school graduate and said that if I liked he would honor me with a diploma. 'But,' he went on, 'at Ridgetop a diploma is only a symbol of achievement. We strive for excellence and maturity beyond mere achievement. I'm afraid, Justine, that you have a great deal of maturing to do. We'd like you to stay on until I feel confident of your future.'
"Well, I could hardly say no after all their generosity. Besides, it was like home to me. I said I'd stay, but I asked for the diploma anyway and hung it on my wall and treasured it. "It wasn't long after that-my post-graduate phase, I called it-when Rosalie asked me up to her apartment one evening. I'd been there many, many times, but that night she had a strange tone in her voice-the invitation was an order. When I arrived, I saw she was impatient and on edge. She offered me a drink, which she had never done before, and when I declined she insisted.
'"For God's sake, Justine,' she said, 'a little over a year ago you were running wild with a motorcycle gang. You're trying to tell me you didn't drink?' I had to admit that I did-quite a lot at times. 'Well, that's more like it,' she sighed. 'You know, a little more truth around here would be a welcome thing!'
'"I've never lied to you, Rosalie, or to your father,' I said, shocked.
'"No, I don't suppose you have. What I'm talking about are the things you don't say. For instance, you've told me all about Satan's Sires, but not once have you ever mentioned sex. Hell, I read magazines and books! I have a fair idea what goes on in those gangs. Didn't you ever make it with those guys-one of them, all of them? Or make it with the girl?"
"'Rosalie!'
'"Oh, shut up, Justine! Shut up and drink your drink and listen to me for a minute.' She wasn't happy with me at all and her tone was biting as she said, 'I don't suppose you know that everyone in the entire school calls you Miss Goody Two-Shoes? No, I thought not. My God, you are the most incredibly naive person I've ever known. You're not a moron, you have an adequate brain for ABCs, but beyond that-zilch! Tell me this-in the year you've been here, haven't you noticed anything unusual about this school? Haven't you ever wondered about certain things, besides what the eye sees?'
"I had no idea what she was talking about.
"She took a deep breath. 'Let me try it this way. In your dormitory you must have seen girls going to each other's rooms and visiting Miss Monday's suite. Sometimes the traffic gets rather heavy, doesn't it? And at odd hours. Haven't you ever questioned what's going on?'
'"Girls studying together,' I shrugged. 'Asking Miss Monday for advice.'
'"Oh, my God!' Rosalie held her head. 'Incredible! That's the only word.' She drank half of her highball, then leaned across the coffee table toward me. 'Justine, do you have any idea why my father keeps you around here?'
"I thought of Dr. Rodin's generosity, his charity, his desire to educate-but obviously those were the wrong qualities. I was terribly naive after all. Meekly, I answered, 'No.'
'"Because you're an enigma, that's why. He wanted to observe you. You're an experiment. You have been since the day I brought you here. I thought you'd amuse him as the tough little waif. But he had a grander scheme. How does a girl like yourself adapt to this environment? Well, let me tell you, you surprised us all. We were looking for nymph qualities, sexual precociousness, the kind of promiscuity that gets young females involved with crude social outcasts like cycle gangs. Instead we have before us the Virgin Mary incarnate, the soul of integrity with the morals of a nun. A couple of days ago my father said to me, "My dear, we are witnessing a truly modern phenomenon-blind virtue!" Well, I'm not as disciplined as my father, Justine. I decided it was time to open your eyes. Father argued my decision, but I won.'
"I was flushed with chagrin. I didn't understand, and I said, 'Please, Rosalie, you're making me feel terrible, and you're all upset, and I don't know what I've done to cause this!'
"'Perfect!' she exploded. 'Perfect! I knew what you were going to say before you said it.' She jumped off the sofa, grabbed my hand, and marched me before a gilt-framed mirror on the wall. 'I'm going to shock you, Justine,' she said emphatically, and with that she pulled the mirror, which was hinged like a cabinet door, open.
"Shocked wasn't the word for it, Julie. I was staggered!
"There was an aperture in the wall that looked upon the sofa in Dr. Rodin's apartment through a one-way mirror. I learned later that Rodin could view Rosalie's quarters, too. And on the sofa, my unbelieving eyes saw the doctor, naked and spectacularly aroused, in a passionate embrace with a young male student I recognized, who was in a like state of nudity and sexual excitement.
'"Just watch, Justine. Don't say anything,' Rosalie said. I was astonished at the sight of the homosexual entanglement, but I couldn't do anything but stand there staring. The doctor was the aggressor, but only in the sense that he initiated the progression of lewd acts. The boy appeared to be delighted to go along with anything he was offered. The doctor's hand worked freely in the student's crotch-now fondling his balls, then stroking the young but well developed cock. The boy was equally adept with his fingers. Their lips were glued together and I could see their tongues flicking in and out. This went on for an inordinate amount of time and it was the doctor who changed the obscene game. He urged the youngster to lie back and swiftly bent over him and took the adolescent cock in his mouth!
"The boy had a dreamy expression as he was being sucked off, and I could see his lips moving as if he were speaking quite casually. 'He's saying dirty things,' Rosalie explained. 'Father--likes that.' That was obvious. The doctor abruptly stopped sucking and rolled the student over, positioning him so he was on his knees. Then the debaucher proceeded to ram his cock to the hilt in the boy's ass! I looked for indications that the young man was in pain or at least discomfort, but there wasn't a sign of it. Plainly, he was enjoying every last inch of hard meat.
Shortly they changed roles and it was the student's turn to suck and screw the doctor. I was sure that neither of them had come and I was amazed at their staying powers. Just about then I realized that Rosalie had her hand under her dress and was playing with herself. She saw my surprised expression and smiled. 'I can't help it. Every time I watch Father, I get so hot I could explode. He and I have been lovers since I was eleven years old, and he's still the most exciting male I've ever known.'
"I knew what incest was, of course-perhaps the vilest of all sins-but to hear it talked about with the obvious enthusiasm!
"'I love the feel of my fingers sliding in and out of my cunt,' Rosalie murmured. 'I'm using three fingers right now. Do you like to do that to yourself, Justine? If you do, go ahead, I won't mind.'
"Aghast, I looked back to the mirror. They were sucking each other's cocks simultaneously-the boy crouched over the doctor in the opposite direction. I could see that they were extremely animated, and as they thrashed and jerked their heads, there finally came the unmistakable throes of mutual ejaculation.
"Rosalie pushed me aside and closed the mirror. She slumped against the wall and plunged both hands under her skirt, working them furiously. 'Oh, ah! Oh, yes-ss!' she gasped and gave a great shudder. She leaned there weakly for a moment, then pulled her hands out and stood up. 'I had to finish it off,' she said, 'or I would have been a wreck. Just a sec, I have to wash my hands.' She actually smiled and winked at me as she went to the bathroom.
"Well, Julie, you can just imagine what my state of mind was! I had been swimming in a cesspool of depravity for a year and I'd never known it. To a certain extent, I could see why Rosalie thought what she did. When she returned, she'd changed into a thin nightgown, which I could actually see through. I'd been conscious that she had quite an attractive figure, in a slender way, and now I could see that she was marvelously proportioned. I couldn't help but admire the way her titties stood out so firm against the nylon and how her strawberries were hard and pointed.
'"So what do you think she asked while mixing another drink. 'Did you suspect anything like that was going on?'
'"No ... no ... I didn't,' I stammered.
'"Ha! You should hear the rest of it. And you shall. But first tell me, did you ever have sex with the girl who led that gang?'
'"Oh, no! Never! That would have been ... been so ugly!'
'"Maybe not. You never know until you try it. Which is partly what this school is all about, Justine. You see, a long time ago my father came to the conclusion that young people were growing up and going out into life with a severe handicap: They were and are sexually unsophisticated. Nothing in their backgrounds has enabled them to cope with the sexual side of life. For generations, we've been developing sexual cripples. If one is truly to achieve excellence in lifemanship, he can have no dark, unexplored corners in his psyche. He must know-and, on the basis of that knowledge, act as the future warrants. At Ridgetop we explore all corners, excluding none.'
'"No, mind you,' she went on, 'we don't turn out orgiasts or hedonistic sexual thrill-seekers or exhibitionists. Those types are deformed products of the very conditions we try to compensate for. Our students don't flaunt their sexual knowledge because of the emotional and psychological stability that their knowledge imparts. Of course, when forty-odd people are practicing their erotic freedom in one locale, there are bound to be signs and hints of the activity. And you saw nothing.'
'"Oh, Rosalie, why did you show me and tell me?' I implored. 'Why couldn't you have just let me go on thinking this was a beautiful place run by wonderful people.'
'"Ah, your world is suddenly black and ugly, and so are we, is that it? Well, part of life and education is enlightenment, Justine. This time had to come, and frankly I was getting impatient. You see, I've wanted you myself ever since you've been here. If I'd had my way, your eyes would have been opened at the beginning, but I went along with my father-until now. Now it's time-time for us!'
"She moved closer to me, so close that our thighs were touching, and her fingertips stroked my hair, then tripped lightly over my titties. 'What do you mean, Rosalie?' I asked, wide-eyed.
"She froze for a moment before answering me. When she spoke, it was with deliberateness. 'Justine, within your set of values, don't you think you owe something to me and my father?'
'"But of course! I'll forever be in your debt.'
'"I don't want you in our debt forever, you damn fool! I want you to pay off right now. like this!' With that she shrugged off the filmy nightgown and thrust her lovely titties at me. She cupped the milky globes and squeezed them sensuously. T want you to kiss my tits and suck them. Justine. I want you to put your pretty mouth around my nipples and bite sweetly. I want to feel your tongue and your teeth and ... '
'"What are you saying?' I cried. I don't believe I'd ever heard such obscenities. I was grateful-certainly-but there was a limit to what one had to pay.
'"Justine, before I lose my temper, and I assure you I can be most unpleasant, please-do exactly as I say!' Her voice was firm and full of authority. Take off your clothes!'
"Dear God, the last thing I wanted was a nasty scene. I could see I wasn't going to get anyplace arguing with her. She was too upset to listen to reason. Perhaps if I humor her, I thought. The idea of putting my mouth on another female's tittie was repulsive, but it wouldn't be painful. I decided to submit to her lewd demands and then take leave of Ridgetop immediately afterwards. I knew I would never be happy there a moment longer. I stood up slowly and took off my clothes, is this what you want, Rosalie?'
'"Yes, indeed," she whispered hoarsely, i'm going to take care of you first, sweetheart. Just lie down on the cushions and I'll show you where seventh heaven is at.' She reached up and pulled me down. As I stretched out, she crouched above me and began playing with my titties and planting little kisses on my nipples. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what was happening.
"I couldn't imagine why Rosalie was in such a feverish state in a matter of minutes. I was lying perfectly still and I hadn't even touched her. She was doing it all by herself. It was quite beyond me how she could get any pleasure from another girl's body. But away she went. Shortly her mouth left my boobies and snaked down my tummy all the way to my pussy. And she actually began to lick it! I wanted to protest, but it was too late. I felt her tongue in my slit, running up and down the insides. A moment later she had my legs pushed wide apart and practically her whole face buried in my cunt.
"But, Julie, what followed was so disgusting, I hesitate to tell it. She worked and worked with her mouth and tongue until she was in a real frenzy, then she looked up and screamed at me, 'Goddamn it! Don't you come off?' I was honest with her. I told her that I never had. All I felt when she was eating me was a kind of tickling that was wet and warm-which I got used to. It didn't bother me too much. The whole idea of my non-response bothered her, though. 'Jesus!' she swore. 'I don't know what kind of ice you're made out of, but I'm so hot I'm going out of my mind!' And without any further to-do, she climbed right up on me. I thought she would stop and have me put my lips on her tits, like she'd mentioned, so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. But do you know what she did? She kept right on moving up and sat right on my face!
"Ugh! It was the dirtiest trick that had ever been played on me! I was pinned down. I tried to squirm out from under her, but every time I moved my head she just went, 'llmmm, ummm, yeah!' Pretty soon I gave up struggling and she demanded I use my tongue. It was too vile to be believed-but I did it, because she was becoming very aggressive. I tentatively licked the swollen cunt-lips but she was so greedy that she spread herself and nearly covered half my face with her sloppy pussy. And God, was she wet! She literally dripped and bathed me in her strangely scented juices. I had no choice but to work my tongue around, hoping that she'd come and be through with me. Naturally, it wasn't that simple. She made me twiddle and suck her slit for about five minutes before she started quivering and had a very agitated orgasm. By that time she gushed out a veritable flood of juice, and I couldn't even keep it out of my mouth-ecck!"
'"Not bad,' she said afterwards. 'You have a talent that could be a fine thing with a little development.'
"I didn't mention my revulsion. I pulled myself together from the ordeal and said that I wanted to go to the dormitory. Rosalie didn't argue. She sat smiling as if she were waiting for something. Just then the apartment door opened and in walked Dr. Rodin and his young friend, Hildebrand-both of them still stark naked!
"The doctor was grinning from ear to ear. 'Wonderful! A marvelous performance! Bruce and I watched the entire show.'
"Oh! I could have died from embarrassment, Julie!
'"However, Justine,' he went on, 'your education can't be all one-sided. The three of us are now going to show you what it's like to be truly sated.'
"She's frigid,' Rosalie said. 'I almost wore out my tongue and she didn't even twitch.'
'"No doubt due to the newness of the experience. A hearty cock or two will start the proper vibrations, I'm sure.'
"I was so horrified at the turn of events I couldn't speak. I was in a den of depravity, and helpless, and in mixed company besides. The next thing I knew, the three of them surrounded me and began to pinch and probe everywhere. All at once there were so many fingers in me that I swear, each of them was contributing a digit to both my ass and my cunt!
"'Excellent,' the doctor murmured at one point. 'She's been anally prepared. Surprisingly so, considering the relative vaginal tightness. I'd say those motorcycle types had quite a buttocks fixation, if you'll permit the observation. Hmmm, I think I'll sample it myself. Bruce, you man the fore.'
"In a flash I was down on the floor with six hands tugging and pushing me into a grotesque position. I found myself being shoved directly down on Bruce's erection as he lay on his back. The thick cock went up and up inside of me like a great drill until my cunt was stuffed with every last inch of it. Then they bent me over on his chest, and when my cheeks fanned out, Rodin crouched behind me and plunged his huge rod up my ass in a vicious ripping assault!
"God! Stabbed and skewered by two brutal cocks! I begged them to stop. They were going to open up my body like a Swiss cheese, I thought wildly. Individually, I wouldn't have suffered so; but collectively, it was sheer torture. They pulled and sawed and rocked me between them until I didn't know who was in what! In the meantime, Rosalie squeezed my titties in an effort to excite me-which was, of course, a futile task. How could one being so grossly debauched be excited?
"They heaved and gasped and at last erupted their pollutions in me with a terrible rendering of my most sensitive flesh. When they pulled their sticky soft cocks out of my cavities, I could only lie down on the carpet and sob.
"Above me, in a puzzled voice, Dr. Rodin said, 'Well, we certainly have a unique case on our hands. This poor child is so psychologically pure-minded that it's impossible for her to attain orgasm. We shall simply have to dedicate ourselves to cracking her moral barrier. It changes my plans for her considerably, but-no matter-science must prevail. Keep her here, Rosalie, and by tomorrow evening I'll be ready for her.'
"I opened a teary eye to see Rodin pat Bruce on the fanny. The pair left. Rosalie took me to bed with her. She tried right away to fool around, but I pretended to be asleep. She was still diddling herself off with her fingers when I finally did doze off.
"The following day she locked me in her apartment, and I had hours of nervous apprehension pondering what Dr. Rodin could have meant by his cryptic comments. Of course, nothing I imagined even came close to the diabolical scheme with which I was confronted that night.
"Rosalie rushed into the apartment in extreme agitation. She came to me at once and said, 'Justine, there's no way I can prevent what's going to happen to you tonight. My father has made up his mind, and that is that. But I will help you. Give me your arm.' Puzzled, I did as she asked and she took a hypodermic syringe from her purse. 'This drug I'm giving you will put you in a state of mild euphoria and immunize your mind to what will happen. Your responses will be exactly what's expected, with one exception-nothing that happens will be permanent. When this drug wears off, you'll be quite the same as you are now. Otherwise, you would be a very different girl a few hours from now.'
'"But what are they going to do to me?' I said.
'"I can't explain. Just hold your arm still.'
"'Ouch!' The needle was sharp and it was stuck directly into the vein and the hypo was slowly emptied. Then I asked plaintively, "Why is your father doing this to me?'
'"Oh, you know doctors,' she shrugged. "Every rare disease is a challenge. You have a peculiar morality malady that will drive Father batty until he cures it. But-enough talk. We're late. Come on.'
"We were going to the basement,' she said, and on the way down I asked her why she was helping me. 'I'm a sap, I guess,' she said. 'For some crazy reason, I like you the way you are. If I had the time, I'd bring you around to my way of thinking with a lot of love and loving. But it's too late for that, I'm afraid.'
"She escorted me into Rudin's private laboratory and there I was confronted by the doctor, Dr. Trumbo, and Miss Monday. And in the center of the room was an ominous-appearing structure-half table and half rack-which bore leather straps to tie down a person. Obviously it was meant for me.
"'Welcome,' Rodin said cheerfully. The sound of his voice didn't make me feel at ease, however. I balked and tensed with fear. 'Oh come now, child,' he continued, 'Trumbo and I are doctors. We're not going to let anything serious happen to you. Take off your clothes like a good girl. Come, come. We haven't all night.' Dr. Trumbo and Miss Monday smiled encouragingly. I would have resisted further, but Rosalie urged me to do as I was told. A few minutes later I was completely in the buff and immediately I was thrust onto the weird apparatus and strapped down so that I was immobile. My hands were at my sides but my legs were spread quite widely and were only supported by thin rods. I was aware that my fanny and my entire crotch area was off the table portion and completely exposed.
'"Prepare her,' Rodin ordered. I was aghast at what happened next. Miss Monday poured hot water on my crotch and squirted me with shaving lather from an aerosol can. Then she approached me with a safety razor and proceeded to shave every last hair that protected my helpless pussy. Trumbo approached me next. On each side of my shaven, naked pussy-lips he taped a small electrode and attached thin wires that led to a large machine which had the appearance of a very complicated radio. He took two other wires and attached electrodes to my temples. When that was completed, Rodin gave a signal and all of them took off their clothes. It was a horrible feeling, surrounded by four naked adults who were bent upon destroying me-and at the same time to be wired for God knew what.
"i think you ought to know what this is all about," Rodin said in his best professional manner. "What we are going to do, Justine, is both stimulate your response mechanisms. Simultaneously we are going to imprint the pleasurable aspects of those responses upon your brain. You should be grateful to us, Justine, because we are going to enable you to enjoy your sexuality. When we're through here this evening, you are going to be a creature of endless desire. Your passion will know no bounds. Anything in the repertoire of eroticism will be yours to partake of and cherish. Of course, it's all quite a bit more technical than that, but I won't bore you with the details. Trumbo, start her off with twenty ergzaps!'
"Trumbo stepped up to the machine, flicked a switch and twisted a dial. Instantaneously, I felt a quaint pulsating sensation in the vicinity of my pussy. And, to my horror, it felt good! I steeled myself and tried to force my body to protest. But it was no use. I was growing warm all over. 'Forty ergzaps!' Rodin called. I tingled all over. It was really joyous. The idea appalled me, but there was nothing I could do. Rodin asked me if I enjoyed it. I opened my mouth to say no, that I hated it, but instead-to my utter consternation-I heard myself saying, 'Oh, yes, it feels so good!' It couldn't be me who was saying that-yet it was. I had another voice. There were really two of me: one who loathed it and one who loved it. But only the latter could speak.
" 'Now we're going to play an association game, Rodin announced. 'We are going to stimulate you with direct sexual approaches so that you will always couple the various sex acts with the pleasure that you will feel. Miss
Monday, if you'd be kind enough to begin.'
"The sane part of me watched in panic as the tall, voluptuous blonde stepped between my legs, bent over slightly, and began to trip her tongue lightly over my pussy-lips. Oh God, it was maddening. I broke out in sweat at the delicious vibrations she was causing. In a moment she had her whole mouth pushed into the fold of my cunt and was driving me crazy. Rodin asked me if I liked it and I heard that other voice cry out, 'Yes, yes ... don't stop!'
"Ten more ergzaps were called for. Miss Monday burrowed her tongue as deeply as it would go. I lost control. A tremor started somewhere within me, built to a crescendo, and crashed like a wave down my entire body. I felt myself go. The orgasm hit like a series of thunderbolts-one, two, three times. My God. I couldn't stop! It was obscene, but wonderful.
"Dr. Rodin took the next turn. Miss Monday's success had caused him to sprout a tremendous erection. The rack was adjusted slightly so that my pussy was in direct alignment with his purple-veined cock. Before he even touched me with it, I wanted it. And when he pushed the fat head between my throbbing lips, I heard my alter-voice beg him to shove it in all the way. When he jabbed me with the full, hard length of his magnificent tool, I almost swooned away in ecstasy. He only stroked me a dozen times when once again I was captured in the throes of still another tumultuous orgasm!
"Dr. Trumbo's assignment was to take me in the ass-that poor hole that had suffered so much agony. He, too, was completely aroused; and I noticed that while his cock was not spectacularly long, it had an amazing diameter and a rather unique curve that bent it up and slightly to one side. My first thought was that this non-concentric fleshy staff would gouge my ass irreparably if indeed he could even get it inserted. To my utter amazement, he wiggled himself in with surprising ease. And there wasn't an inkling of discomfort. In fact it was wonderful. I felt full and tight and hot, and my other voice kept pleading with him to continue twisting his crooked cock. Trumbo plunged away wildly and in a matter of minutes my muscles writhed and, unbelievably, another orgasm struck even though the jolting cock was knocking at the back door.
"The machine was then turned up to seventy ergzaps. I was crying for someone to touch me, to do anything. The table rack was tilted so my head was lower than my feet, and Rosalie straddled my face. The half of me that knew better cringed at the sight of the fur-lined, parted cunt that came closer and closer to my lips. But my reaction came from the other half-my tongue was flickering in avid anticipation before she even touched me. I licked her furiously, taking subtle directions and following them at once. I couldn't get enough of her! I couldn't get far enough in! Blood rushed to my head and my neck was strained, but only her orgasm, her pleasure, was important; because hers would be mine. And without a soul touching the lower half of my body, I experienced yet another fantastic climax the instant Rosalie began hers!
"After that, I sucked off the two doctors until they came in my mouth and I savored every sweet drop of their come. The ergzaps were raised again-and again I was brought to orgasm merely by having Rosalie and Miss Monday each suck on a tittie. Anything they did popped me off. For a grand finale, the men took me in the ass and pussy simultaneously while I ate Miss Monday and Rosalie mouthed and squeezed my aching tits. For that, the infernal machine was turned up to its peak output-and I experienced an orgasm the intensity of which was so great that, if I had not been strapped down, I would have flown into a hundred hot pieces.
"My insatiable other half was begging for more sex when they released me-even without the electrodes. But I had wiped them all out. Rodin promised me another session the following day. 'Further therapy is absolutely necessary,' he said, 'to achieve the permanent effect we're striving for. The four of us will handle you again tomorrow. And after that I think I'll select some of the students to continue on.' I thanked him profusely, and I heard my other voice telling him that I would take all forty students at one time if he'd only let me.
"I was given a sedative, and Miss Monday was detailed to take me to my dormitory room. I was practically falling asleep in blissful exhaustion by the time I had dressed and left the laboratory. I don't remember another thing until, at the crack of dawn, I felt myself being shaken awake and I looked up to see Rosalie by my bed.
"I blinked at her foggily, then suddenly I remembered the horror of the previous evening. I started to let out a wail of despair. Rosalie covered my mouth with her hand and whispered to me urgently, There's no time for that, Justine. You've got to run away from here right now if you want to save yourself. What happened last night will all become a bad dream-nothing more. But I can't keep protecting you with drugs. Father will soon discover that you've been immunized. Even if he thought that the treatments weren't taking hold, he'd keep them up until you were totally converted. So you have to go right now!'
"I understood and I realized the chance she was taking. I dried my tears and tried to force the ghastly dread from my mind as I threw together a few clothes and personal belongings. I dressed in slacks and a sweater with Rosalie helping me. And before the sun peeked over the trees, I was hurrying down the road from Ridgetop and praying that I would get a fast lift on the highway and be miles and miles away from that depraved place before I was missed."
CHAPTER EIGHT ...
"It had never been more clear to me that the road I traveled was not an easy one. Indeed, Julie, it was filled with pitfalls and obstacles which I had never dreamed possible. After my experiences with Satan's Sires, I was able to comfort myself with the thought that there is no honor among thieves. But how-in spite of my limited worldly experience-could I reconcile the fact that I had found even worse depravity in a citadel of enlightenment and learning, a school? Was there no honor among scholars either?
"The thing I most bitterly resented, however, was forgetting my high school diploma. I had invested over a year of hard work, only to be brutalized as a reward, and ended up with nary a scrap to show for it. Dr. Rodin, quite probably wouldn't-back up my contention that I'd been educated. Once again I was relegated to the role of a nomadic orphan and a high school drop-out.
"With the infamous school behind me, I was determined to cross the continent as quickly as I could. Since my funds were desperately low, it was necessary to hitchhike again. Unfortunately
I ran into a major hurdle. Once across the Mississippi I was dismayed to learn that the highways heading west were part of an access-controlled interstate system, and highway patrolmen kept shooing me from advantageous hitching spots. My trouble was further compounded when, in other spots, the cars and trucks traveled so fast that they didn't see me. It was because of this situation that my only recourse was to travel the small back roads and by-ways.
"One day I found myself in a rural, wooded, hilly area where farms and towns were far apart. My progress was extremely slow. A couple of farmers offered me rides that seemed to lead nowhere, and soon the road became a mere paved path scarcely wide enough to hold a vehicle. Totally disoriented, I began to worry. I was sitting by a running brook at the bend of the road and contemplating sleeping in the woods when to my surprise I heard the sound of a motor and saw a bus-a small bus, to be sure-coming toward me. Even though a bus fare would take practically all my money, I stood at the roadside and waved frantically.
"The bus was empty aside from the driver, an old man who stared blankly at me when he stopped. I asked where he was going and how much was the fare, but he didn't appear to comprehend. Then he handed me a card which read, i am a deaf mute.' I had no success with hand signals, but I think the man understood. He got out and pointed to the lettering on the bus which read, 'Shepherd Of The Woods Brotherhood Church' and to smaller lettering underneath which said, 'A Non-Profit Religious Organization.'
"It was clear to me, then, that this was not a regularly scheduled bus. I troubled the driver no further, and he continued on his way. Disappointed, I trudged along. I felt sorry for the deaf mute driver, but I sorely wished that he had been a man to whom I could have appealed my plight. A church member might have understood and taken pity on me. The more I thought about it, I realized that I was in dire need of some Christian Brotherhood. Then I devised a plan. In the event that the church was on the very road I was walking, I would present myself to the man of God in charge and plead for a temporary sanctuary. What good Samaritan would refuse me? Quite frankly, I had never heard of a young girl in quite the mess that I was in.
"It seemed to me on that lovely summer afternoon that good fortune was smiling on me-or was it the loving hand of God? Some miles further down the road I came upon a stone gate and a sign, 'Shepherd Of The Woods Brotherhood Church Camp And Retreat.' Lord, a retreat was just what I needed. I ignored the 'No Trespassing, Members Only' sign and ducked under the heavy chain which barred the gate. It was only there, I assumed, to prevent unnecessary interruptions of the spiritual thoughts of those within.
"Another mile up a winding hill brought me to a crest and below, in a thickly wooded glen, was a cluster of stone and shingled buildings dominated by a church building topped with a tall steeple. Again I thought, sanctuary if they'll only have me!
"Julie, I had never seen a more serene and peaceful setting. Lightly, full of hope, I hurried down the road. Near the bottom of a small valley the church camp was no longer visible and the evening shadows began to lengthen. Not wanting to arrive after dark, I went faster. I reached the outskirts of the retreat, but to my surprise there was still another gate by the first building. This one was quite secure. I rattled it, and the old man who had been the bus driver poked his head out and looked at me. He disappeared, but shortly a fat man wearing a strange black robe came down the narrow street to the gate.
"'Yes?' he demanded. "What do you want here? This is private property.'
"'Please,' I implored, i saw your sign. But I needed to find a church. I need help.' I told him I was alone and wandering and had become lost. He was still gruff but less belligerent and let me inside the gate. I was shown to the first cottage, which turned out to be the caretaker's house, and told to wait.
'"Our spiritual leader is Silvanus. He's having his dinner now, but I'll tell him you're here.'
"While I waited, I wondered what manner of religious organization this was. The robe worn by Brother Clement, as he called himself, was similar to that of a monk, but appeared to be made of silk; and it didn't have a hood. It was impossible to talk to the caretaker, so I waited for Silvanus and thought it was a strange name for the head of a church. In my experiences, they were all called Reverend, Father, or Doctor.
"When Silvanus finally entered the caretaker's cottage, I was sure that I was facing a saint of a man. His robe was pure white and shimmered in the early evening light. He was tall and white-haired but not an old man at all, and he was exceptionally handsome, with understanding eyes and a benign quality that instilled a great relief in me.
"When he spoke his voice was warm and gentle. "What brings you to our gate, my child?" I repeated what I had told Brother Clement, and Silvanus mused, 'But surely there's more to it than that. I can see by your nervousness that you're running away from something. Perhaps it would ease your mind to tell me all about it.'
"An aura of goodness so filled the room that
I slumped into a chair and, with very little prodding, told him nearly everything, including about being raped on various occasions by those I had trusted. Silvanus shook his head sorrowfully at those points in my recital and more than once darkly intoned, 'Sinners! They will pay on Judgment Day.' He asked me to go over the hideous crimes against my person a couple of times in detail and then finally stood up and held out his hand. 'My child, fate has brought you to our door. I won't turn you away. You have reached a place where all of your past horrors shall be buried.
"On behalf of the Brothers and Sisters of the community, I say, welcome!'
"Julie, I was so overjoyed I could barely breathe. Here was a chance to realign the moral values I have always held so dear. They would offer me the spiritual assistance I needed. I was filled with the confidence that my prayers would be answered. Silvanus did not say how long I could stay, but he did say a bed would be found and he led me from the caretaker's cottage to a house which adjoined the church.
"This was Silvanus's house. Darkness had fallen, and I discovered that the retreat was Spartan in its trimmings. There was no electricity. Hand-made candles illuminated the rooms and rough furniture dotted the corridors. Yet it gave one the wholesome feeling of piety. In all appearances, these were people who had withdrawn from the hypocrisies and blasphemies of the world around them and had isolated themselves to pay homage to the true spirit of Christian living.
'"You're very fortunate,' Silvanus said. "Your arrival has coincided with a celebration supper we're holding in the church basement. What a perfect opportunity for our flock to make you feel at home.' He asked me to follow him and led the way through twisting corridors and down a flight of stairs. At that point, holding his lantern high, he had me precede him. Following his directions, we wound through more stone corridors. I began to be confused. The proximity of his house to the church had led me to believe that we had but a brief walk. Concerned, I turned to question him. But as I did, he grabbed my wrist, pulled my arm up in back of me painfully, and rasped in an ugly voice, 'Just keep walking, you little bitch!'
'"My God, what is this!' I cried out in fear.
'"You'll soon find out,' he snarled. With that he set the lantern down and, still holding my wrist, raised my skirts with his other hand and began indecently to prowl over my fanny. 'Now, that's a beauty,' he said. His hand was inside my panties, and he jabbed a rapine finger against my ass-hole as I struggled and screamed. T only hope your sweet little button hasn't been stretched too widely. But they're elastic little devils. I won't be pessimistic'
"By then, of course, I was crazed with terror. There I was seeking sanctuary in a church among so-called men of God, and without any preliminaries I was suddenly being subjected to further sexual humiliation. Dear God, first in homes, then in schools, and now in churches-was nothing sacred? Had everything become grossly perverted? By way of an answer, Silvanus bludgeoned me with verbal obscenities and pushed me roughly before him.
"We entered a large room, and suddenly I found myself thrust into a setting straight out of a Dionysian orgy. There were eight girls, ranging in age from a pair of young teenagers younger than myself, to a hugely bosomed, statuesque woman in her thirties. All of them were stark naked. There were three men present besides Silvanus. One of them was Brother Clement and the other two, like him, wore black robes. The robes of the trio, however, were in lewd stages of disarray. Physically they were all different except in one regard-their giant genitalia. And the eight nude beauties were clustered around the monstrous, fleshy shafts so as to titillate them in every way possible. The group was luxuriously stretched out on a rich assemblage of cushions and pillows. And in a corner of the room was a table heaped with partially eaten bowls of fruit, sweetmeats, and other delicacies. I prayed that in an instant I would awaken to find I was dreaming. But the scene before me was all too real.
"Everyone in the room stopped and stared as I was shoved forward, and I stood trembling as Silvanus announced loftily, 'We have been visited by a soiled angel. Justine is her name, and she has come here seeking to meditate and commune with God and nature with our help. I've decided we can help her with the nature.' At that there was uproarious laughter.
"The two robed men I did not know were introduced as Brother Anthony and Brother Jerome. The first was a lean, cynical fellow in his thirties and the latter a slightly dissipated, fleshy, balding man nearer to Silvanus's age but looking much older. The four grouped around me while the women stayed in the background.
'"She's without friends or relatives,' Silvanus went on. 'No one knows she's here and no one is expecting her elsewhere. An un--likely miracle. Of course, we weren't fortunate enough to land ourselves a virgin. But from what she's told me, her only experiences have been assaults. In spirit, if not dimensions, she's still an innocent.'
'"But not for long,' Clement chortled. 'Let's get her clothes off and see what she looks like.'
"In complete panic, I implored them to let me go and even went so far as to fall on my knees before Silvanus. The laugh he gave me was dirty and chilled my bones. 'My dear reluctant whore,' he began, 'the only possible good your tears can bring is to arouse us. Certainly no one in this room is going to take pity on you. You only have one choice-to submit to my dictates. Before you are twelve individuals devoted to purging our bodies and souls of evil lust. But blessed lust is a different story. The full indulgence of everything sensual is truly God's way. Ours is a holy mission, one which the early Christians advocated until they were betrayed by politicians disguised as God's sanctified messengers-positions, by the way, to which they appointed themselves. Those of us here, and our other scattered Brothers and Sisters who can't be with us, represent a revival of the glorious spirit of the flesh. We believe in giving full rein to all our erotic passions-even those considered peculiar by the Puritannical heretics who make up the Establishment and the power-structure you read so much about nowadays. We're not great in numbers, and like all minorities we've had to start underground. However, we're sending forth messengers of the true faith, and we'll eventually surface. When that happens, the rest of God's misled creatures will abandon the ecclesiastic political landlords and flock to us in droves. We have but one calling, Justine, and that is to convert. And we have such strength in our beliefs that nothing, much less tears, can dissuade us. . . '
'"You're squirmo devils!' I said, unable to contain myself after hearing such terrible lies.
'You're not a revival of anything! You're a reincarnation of squirmo Lucifer.'
'"Lucifer is widely misunderstood," Brother Jerome mused, 'and happened to be a convenient scapegoat back when ... '
'"Cease and desist!' Silvanus ordered. 'This isn't the proper time for a theological discussion. Here we have Justine, a product and a victim of twentieth century religious and moral ethic-the very bugaboos we're dedicated to overthrowing. I've decided that she shall be converted from scratch. It will be difficult for her at first, but I'm confident that with all of us working together she'll soon be enlightened as to the joys of purgative sexual liberty. And I suggest we initiate her tonight!'
"Everyone cheered at the monster's words while I trembled like a leaf. Julie, nothing you could fantasy would ever compare with what I was led into. Silvanus immediately ordered off my clothes, and when I refused they were torn from my body in shreds. There were murmurs of approval as my nakedness was displayed. At once I was drawn into a circle. The four men closed tightly around me, and the girls surrounded them. In a dismal daze, I was passed among them, and every inch of my body was pinched and probed. I was then compared with the other girls. I was forced to kneel in the center of the circle, and the other females took their turns kneeling next to me. The men poked their hoary fingers up my brownie and my cunt, then did the same to the other girls and verbalized our respective differences in terms of tightness, depth, and wetness. It was abysmally mortifying. I felt like I was at a livestock auction.
"With this humiliation over, Silvanus announced, it's time for each of us to take her. We'll do the thing we love best. We'll draw lots to see who's first.'
'"No, Silvanus,' Brother Anthony said. 'The honor should be yours.'
'"All right, I don't mind if I do,' Silvanus said. 'On your elbows and knees,' he ordered me.
"He stepped in front of me and pulled off his white robe. It was the first time I had seen his cock. Oh God!-I was doomed. It hung down his leg like a huge sausage. His balls were the size of-of melons. My poor cunt, I thought wildly; but then I remembered the target he'd indicated a preference for at the onset. My ass! Sweet Heavens! The beast was going to try to ream it up my ass!
"He was behind me. The instant his hardened log touched my bare, sensitive cheeks, I shuddered violently and shrieked. Anthony and Jerome grabbed me and held me firmly, but still I resisted. I used every muscle I had, and clenched my ass so tightly that I doubted a matchstick could have penetrated. In my mind I screamed, do your damndest, you sonofabitch, but you 'll never make it!
"My resolve, however, wasn't up to the reality of the situation. Silvanus saw what I was doing and he immediately ordered Clement to purge the evil spirits that had locked the gate. I didn't know what he meant by that until I saw the cat-o-nine-tails! The first half-dozen scorching blows were enough, but another six were added until my ass was so numb and racked with pain that I couldn't control my tightness. It was in that moment that Silvanus battered into my brownie, and with a rending, stretching thrust gained that crucial inch. I was lost.
"'I've had tighter!' he cried. 'But it's a choker! Everybody shove!' And at that the men holding me began to push me back while the girls got behind Silvanus and threw their weight into his forward progress. The monstrous cock tore aside everything in its path. It stretched my bowels until I thought I would burst. But it was he who burst first!
"He had expended so much effort and friction gaining the length of the narrow tunnel that he erupted in a great gush the second he came to his end. I was nearly engulfed, but the come gave me the necessary lubricity to pinch my rectal muscles and expel the slimy snake with an audible pop.
"Silvanus groaned and Clement cried, 'The bitch! She needs to be taught that rejection is a cardinal sin here. Leave her to me next, and I'll show her the error of her ways.'
"Without having a second to catch my breath, I was thrust awkwardly over Clement's thighs. Three fat fingers were mercilessly jabbed up my cunt and he brought the stinging cat-o-nine-tails down on my upturned fanny at once. He lashed furiously as I screamed and pleaded for him to stop. The more I yelled, the harder he whipped. Silvanus had been right-cries of anguish only inflamed them to harsher brutality. But I couldn't stop my screams. My ass and thighs were in such burning agony that the shrieks were totally involuntary. And at the same time, a terrible twisting of my tender pussy-tissues was taking place. It was as if he was trying to rip and shred me beyond repair.
"Meanwhile he had summoned one of the younger girls to kneel between his legs and excite him with her mouth. Through my tears of pain, I saw her swallow up the thick cock. I prayed she'd be successful at her task.
"The vicious blows continued to rain upon my tortured flesh, but soon-by the increased tempo and sharpness, and by the fact Clement was slobbering at the mouth and dripping on me-I knew he was nearing his climax. He didn't shoot into the girl's mouth, however. At the last instant she left him. He wrenched me brutally around so that I was half-sprawled over his lap and he spurted his foul, sticky seed all over my crotch.
"'There! A bountiful gift!' he announced. 'I was thinking of you all the time, Brother Jerome.'
"Wild-eyed, I stared at Jerome. The dissipated old man chuckled with glee and licked his lips. 'A veritable feast!' he exclaimed. 'The juices of the fruits of passion!' He threw off his robe and immediately two of the sisters rushed forth to arouse him-one sucking his old cock and the other snaking her tongue in the vicinity of his balls and his ass-hole. Clement and Anthony spread-eagled me over a heap of cushions so that both my holes were exposed. Jerome brushed aside the handmaidens and threw himself on the floor, his eyes glazed in greed and his lips and tongue quivering hungrily.
"He ate me from stem to stern. His reptilian tongue felt like it was a foot long as it burrowed relentlessly up my cunt. Lapping and sucking up Clement's filth took only a few minutes, but his own drool supplied an equal amount to slurp around. At one point he moaned, 'Oh, if there was only a little blood oozing about! A pity you weren't a virgin.'
"I was just recovering from the utter disgust I felt at that idea when he said, 'I want it wetter! Loosen up and let it go!'
"I nearly barfed at the implication! Surely he couldn't mean--? But he did. 'Dammit, piss!' he shouted.
"Well! I don't think I have to describe my revulsion, Julie. The man was worse than an animal. Can you imagine such a depraved request? I certainly couldn't at the time. Yet. . .yet he triggered a bit of revenge in me. I was so distraught that I thought, yes, I'll soil him as the others had hurt me. So I peed.
"I thought it was the worst, the filthiest thing I could do to him, but I was wrong. The pig loved it! Not only did he love that, he also had me. . .no! No, it's impossible to mention the rest of it!
"Then it was Anthony's turn. He was both the easiest and the most difficult of the lot. The easiest, because he was of slightly smaller dimensions than Silvanus, not a dedicated flagellant like Clement, and did not share Jerome's vile tastes. He was primarily obsessed with sinking his cock in each of my holes in rapid succession. The difficulty arose from his unbelievable stamina. Once he had a hard-on, you could figure on a minimum of an hour and a half of being pummeled in one place or another. He seemed to have no preference, except that his final oily gesture had to be made in the mouth. And, naturally, I wasn't permitted to spit it out. That was the way I ended up the nightmare of my 'initiation'-sucking in sheer desperation on Anthony's cock and gulping down the humiliating pollution.
"Bruised and battered, I awakened the following morning in a cloistered cubicle, shuddering at the memory of what had occurred. Then I heard bells chiming in the church steeple. A shimmering ray of sunshine streaked through a small window. On tiptoes, I looked out and down to a garden below. It was such a glorious morning-bathed in gold and green, all fresh and scented with the odor of trees and flowers. A group of the sisters worked beyond in an orchard of apple and cherry trees. In colorful, quaint, long dresses they bustled and sang as they picked the ripe fruit. Their lilting voices wafted sweetly up to me. Such tranquility! Such communication with nature! It was as if God had showered his grace upon the spot in blessed abundance.
"But how could it be? The depravity, the filth, the brutality! How could the two worlds exist side by side-no, intertwined? Outside my window the pastoral scene glowed with wholesome piety. Inside my brain the gamut of vile perversions I'd been forced to endure burned my very soul. Yet they called it all a church!
"Julie, is it any wonder that I began to fear my sanity?
"Then my door opened. It was Sister Opal, a beautiful chestnut-haired girl slightly older than myself. She wore a periwinkle blue dress that fell to her ankles and was modestly drawn at the neck. In her hand was a folded dress of rose and white gingham.
"'My! You have a lovely figure, Justine,' she said, it seems a shame to cover it, but here, put this on.' I dressed in embarrassment as she continued, 'I've been appointed your Big Sister. I'll stay with you most of the time until you're converted. I'll try to answer any questions you have an see to it that you know our rules and routines. In fact, today you'll move into my room. It isn't any fancier than this, except for an extra chair and quilts and needlework I've done myself, but it's a bit larger. I know we'll get along.'
'"I'll kill myself before I become converted to this debauched place!' I cried.
'"There, there,' she soothed. "You'll grow in understanding. We all do. Even those who have come to us quite unprepared-like yourself. You will see the light and the holiness of the Brotherhood.'
"i Only see one thing,' I shot back, i see four whore masters who have somehow made sexual slaves out of eight females-all for the benefit of their own depravity, and all under the guise of some perverted anti-Christ religion!'
'"Oh, all the unprepared converts say that,' she laughed. 'But you're wrong, very wrong. No one has forced me to enjoy my sexuality. Nobody has made me feel the beautific splendor of total pleasure. There is no depravity or perversion here. You only use meaningless terms, mere words. What sexual act is depraved or perverted? You deal with definitions we totally reject. That's one of the major problems in the world you've just left. Justine. That world has been over-defined. Men are afraid of their own passions. They have an urge to do something exciting, something they're sure will bring them enormous joy-and what happens? They look up what is in their heart and mind and libido, and it has been defined as a terrible sin. So they refrain and suffer for it. They live entire lives ridden with guilt merely for having thought of such a thing. And who is to blame for such human misery? Why, the man who defined the act as something terrible to begin with!'
"I was blinking at the blasphemous logic when she went on: 'But let's establish a hypothetical situation. Give me a chance, for instance, to write a few definitions in accepted, authoritative works. Take the subject of cocksucking. Well, I could write a volume on the joys of wrapping my tongue around a hard potent cock! And there would be a special chapter alone of the ecstasy of drinking the delicious come that I milk out of it. Now-a generation of two in the future, someone who had felt the irresistible urge to kiss a dick would read and find-not a sin, not a so-called unnatural sex act-but my definition. And she-or he, it doesn't matter-would be immediately free to suck all the cocks that were available without a twinge of conscience or wrongdoing! Ole!
'"You have killed God!' I replied in horror.
'"On the contrary,' she argued, 'we have saved Him. He dwells within us. After all, He made these marvelous bodies of ours. He gave us the power to imagine and to act. He elevated humankind to the loftiest pinnacle in His kingdom. If He merely wanted us to reproduce our own species, He would have designed us biologically different-like lower animals, like dogs who only copulate when the bitch is in heat. But He didn't. He blessed us with the capacity to enjoy sex-the female orgasm, for example, which only has one possible reason for its existence since it's entirely independent of the ability to reproduce. That reason is pleasure.'
"i wouldn't know about that,' I pouted. 'I've never had one.' Which was true, because all the coming I did at the hands of mad Dr. Rodin was electrically stimulated and I only vaguely recalled it then.
"Opal smiled warmly. 'You will, Justine. You'll have vaginal, clitoral, and anal orgasms-each distinct, each beautiful. You'll have orgasms by having your tits sucked and squeezed. You'll have orgasms by cocks, mouths, fingers and toes, by your own hand, by man and by woman. And then you'll truly know and understand our Creator as the magnificent benefactor He really is-not the vengeful old man glaring down disapprovingly from a black cloud surrounded by winged eunuchs. I'm not supposed to give you your catechism lessons-that's for Silvanus. However, as your conversion progresses, I'd like you to keep one thought in mind. If the God you think you know is so dead-set against the joyous fulfillment of our sexual capacities-the most social of activities-why is he obviously for wars, dictators, thieves as heads-of-state, the exploitation of the poor, the subjugation of minorities, violent crime in the streets, and many, many more kinds of anti-social behavior?'
"Since the question was too absurd to answer, I quoted righteously, 'Thou shalt not commit adultery!'
'"Oh, come off it, Justine,' Opal scowled. 'Nobody around here commits adultery. Nobody is married.'
"I was taken to meet the Sister-in-charge, Ursula. She was the oldest and the one with the giant proportions. Nearly six feet in height, her awesome breasts towered above me when I stood before her. On the way to her room, Opal had whispered, 'Ursula--likes girls very much, but don't resist her. She has permission to purge.' 'Purge,' as I'd already guessed, was their way of referring to sadistic chastisement-usually with a cat or rod.
'"Lift up your dress,' Ursula said to me straightaway, i want to check and see how you fared at the initiation.' Heeding Opal's warning, I did as I was requested. It was obvious, though, from the way Ursula's fingers teased my pussy, that she had more in mind than an examination. 'Well, not bad. Nothing torn,' she announced. 'The brothers will be glad to hear that. I'm rather pleased myself.' She then launched into a discourse of obeying the rules of good housekeeping and personal cleanliness. 'A clean mind lies in a clean body,' she said. Meanwhile she hadn't removed her fingers from my cunt. I stood there suffering the humiliation and broke into a sweat of anguish. Then, of all things, she mistook my discomfort for excitement!
"i do believe she's getting hot, Opal. That's a marvelous indication. Let's welcome her to the sisterhood.' They both grinned and Opal pulled her dress over her head at once. Ursula let her fingers slide out and she stripped naked. From the way they were looking at me, I had no choice but to do the same. 'On the edge of the bed, on your back, little one,' Ursula said.
"No sooner than I had assumed that supine position than Opal knelt on the floor, pushed my legs apart, and began eating my pussy. Ursula crawled up on the bed and straddled my chest. 'Don't hold back,' she said, i want you to suck and lick like they were the sweetest lollipops you ever tasted.' And with that, she leaned over and alternately guided each of her huge tits with their thick nipples into my mouth. I did the best I could to avoid giving the impression I liked it; but I didn't want to imply that I wasn't cooperating. I could remember the horrible kiss of the cat too vividly. I sucked at half capacity, perhaps, but unfortunately it was sufficient to arouse her passion. She grunted symphoniously and slapped the great fleshy globes back and forth across my mouth. When I was nearly out of breath from trying to catch a swinging fat strawberry, she suddenly raised up and hopped forward. Her cavernous cunt plopped right down on my mouth!
"I gasped for air and realized I had no alternative but to eat her and try for a breath between licks. In the meantime, Opal had me wide open, and her tongue was astoundingly far up my sensitive shrine. Two of her fingers diddled in my sore brownie. What a trial! I couldn't even lie still. Every time I paused for an instant, one or the other would tweak me painfully and cause me to squirm. They kept it up until I was nearly exhausted-and then they changed places!
"On and on it went. Their sexual appetites were bottomless pits. They put me on my knees on the floor, stood belly to belly over me, and made me lick from one to the other and back again. They sat on my face from every angle.
Ursula made me stuff a tit in her cunt while I sucked Opal's bobbies as she fingered me and I fingered her. I was forced to squat on Ursula's upturned foot as she wiggled her toes. They mouthed each other simultaneously and plundered me everywhere with their fingers. Nothing, absolutely nothing, that three females could do was ignored. And I was the goat for all of it!
"When they were through using me as a sexual toy, Opal took me to her room. She then explained that I would be required, during the period of my conversation, to satisfy every brother and sister of the community-and without a moment's hesitation. Further, my presence would be required every night at the regularly scheduled after-dinner orgy. And moreover, I would be a personal handmaiden to each of the four men for a week at a time. She showed me a small bell over the bed. When it rang, I was to run at once to the brother to whom I was assigned and do his bidding regardless the hour or my disposition.
'"When's your period due?' she inquired. I told her in three weeks and she said, 'I'll note that. Brother Jerome loves a girl's time, and we'll start you on birth-control pills then, too.'
"'Oh?' I sneered, i should think you'd all be breeding like minks to raise children you could corrupt early.'
"'Hardly practical," Opal said casually. 'Our strength lies in the fact that we appeal to mature reasoning and logic. Our greatest success is with those who've had so-called Great Religion force-fed to them in their formative years.'
"'Diabolical!' I shuddered. But Opal only smiled."
"Julie, I won't bore you with all of what went on in that modern Sodom for the six months I was held an unwilling captive. Yes, six months. I came looking for God and found Hell, a Hell I was bound to for half a year as surely as if I had died a sinner. My 'conversion', as they called it, was just a brutal repetition of my first couple of days. I was raped vaginally, rectally, and orally as many as twenty times in twenty-four hours. That was coupled with frequent lesbian assaults by all the sisters, particularly Ursula. And every night I wasn't being used elsewhere, I slept with Opal, who had to be serviced before she could sleep. Not once did I get out of the prison I was confined to-which turned out to be the second floor of Silvanus's house. Day after day, as I suffered the physical sex torment, I was also intellectually bombarded by the head 'Shepherd' himself. To be truthful, there were times when I didn't know what was right and what was wrong. Resistance was fruitless. As I said, it only drove them to greater inhumanity. Purged? God Almighty! Was I ever purged! Every time I turned around I was getting whipped. This was in addition to being tortured by Brother Clement to whom the whip or rod was his only sexual outlet. He loved to be beaten himself, too, but the harder I whipped, the more brutal his response to me in return!
"Still, there were certain events that stand out as monuments to depravity-even for those demons. One was the Christmas party. I was the tree.
"I was decorated from head to toe. Baubles were hung on me in the most painful manner-with adhesive tape and pincers-and my titties were weighed down with shiny balls. Popcorn was glued to my pussy-hairs, and a plastic Santa Claus was shoved up my cunt so only the feet stuck out. I was covered with cranberry chains and a string of blinking lights-which burned. The worst indignity of all, though, was the pine cone up my bunhole. Without a doubt, it was the most horrible Christmas I've ever had!
"Then there were the annual pilgrimages that non-resident members made to the retreat. Mostly they would come alone, or as a couple-not always of the opposite sex. Naturally, I had to satisfy all of the pilgrims, who in turn tried to impress me with the advantages of carrying the perverted gospel of the Brotherhood into the innocent world outside. The majority of them were of the same ilk as the residents, but there were a couple of notable exceptions to prove how insidious and subversive the foul religion really is. I particularly remember three sisters. . .
"Oh, they were true blood sisters, and not just sisters in the cult. Their names, believe it or not, were Faith, Hope, and Charity. They were flawless brunette beauties-twenty-four, twenty-three, and twenty-two respectively-and a more incestuous set you've never imagined! I was told they were a vocal group by profession and that they had worked in some well-known clubs, especially in Las Vegas. Their mission for the Brotherhood was to seek out converts among show business people. I was led to understand that they were quite successful. I didn't hear them sing while they were at the retreat, but nevertheless they put on quite a show.
"The trio possessed a particular talent that they certainly wouldn't have displayed in a nightclub. They were sexual acrobats and contortionists. No kidding, Julie, they were the most obscene bunch I've ever seen, and the most amazing, too. They began, one by one, by lying on their backs and bringing their legs over their heads so their pussies were right in their own faces! And they ate themselves! Then they had a race to see who would make herself come first. Hope won. Faith was a close second with Charity taking almost five extra minutes.
Evidently they had it all worked out with a set of penalties. Charity, or the loser, had to lick her sisters' cunts somersaulting back and forth between their outstretched legs. Next they took turns doing fantastic full splits-but always over a sister's head, so when the pussy came down, gaping open, it always came down on a waiting mouth. There was a series of tumbling acts in which somehow the three of them, after starting out being separated, would end up in a crazy tangle, each of them eating a cunt. Another trick had Faith standing with Hope sitting on her shoulders, pussy to mouth-then Hope would appear to fall, only to have her face caught between Charity's thighs!
"I admit to watching the performance in awe, but I was disgusted to see how the Brothers and Sisters were sexually excited. The evening turned into a degenerate orgy with the three real sisters taking everyone on-even me. At one point I was forced to eat Faith. She bent over and pushed me down towards the lower portion of her cunt. Then, cheek to cheek, she sucked her own clitoris while I lapped the rest. A lot of other filthy things went on that night, but that experience was particularly jolting.
"It was nearly spring and a period of severe depression for me. Of the brothers, only Silvanus had used me regularly for some weeks, for which I was grateful-my bunhole had become so stretched by his constant assaults that there was very little pain anymore-and none of the sisters besides Ursula, occasionally, demanded my services. Even Opal, with whom I was still sleeping, let me alone for the most part, although I had often to lie all night with my head in her open crotch. It actually seemed for a spell that nobody wanted me. And this was disturbing. I kept asking, what would they do to me when they finally realized that my conversion was a failure? Frankly, it was a fearful prospect. I didn't believe they could let me go-although I constantly told Silvanus I wouldn't say a word to anyone. I begged Opal to tell me what they'd do, but she just poo-pooed the idea of my not being converted. 'Look, honey,' she said, 'we have lots of time. We're all members of the Brotherhood for life. We figure a conversion for an unprepared type takes six months. But if it takes a year or two, so what?'
"So what! I was trapped. As confused as I was, I still retained my own beliefs. I was determined they couldn't change me. On the other hand, I seriously thought about faking conversion and asking to be let out as a messenger of the faith. But there came another, more realistic idea-escape. It's true that I hadn't made much of a mark in escaping ugly situations-someone had always helped me, and I had always paid for it. Nevertheless, I began looking for my chance.
"One day the sisters were all abuzz with excitement. Curious, I asked Ursula what was happening.
"'Haven't you ever heard of the Rites of Spring?' she laughed. 'Well, we have our own version. We sacrifice a virgin.' To my horrified gasp, she chuckled, 'No, we don't burn anyone at the stake-we just bring out a new member. But it's a great time, one of the highlights of the season.'
"When Mother Earth brought forth the new buds and blossoms of spring, the perverts of the Brotherhood decided it was time to deflower. The victim was sixteen, a beautiful, wide-eyed honey blonde with an already abundant figure. Her name was Priscilla, and she'd been brought to the retreat by her mother, an attractive non-resident sister named Harriet. They arrived the day before the ceremony. Harriet took part in the after-dinner orgy that evening, but Priscilla was sequestered in a room to await her fate the following night. This was my chance, I thought.
"The defloration celebration was preceded by a light supper of fruit and cheese and much wine-which I refrained from drinking. I could see the greedy anticipation on everyone's faces as the hour grew near. All of the brother's robes jutted out from quivering erections they couldn't contain. Most of the sisters, naked, caressed their cunts as they waited. Then Harriet entered with her daughter.
"Priscilla was dressed in a snowy white baptismal gown and her hair fell modestly over her titties. She was very solemn with lowered eyes as she was led forward into the circle of drooling fiends. Silvanus rose and gave a long heretical speech about how the innocent girl was going to have her sacrifice dedicated to the Glory of God. Oh, I could have wept with the pity I felt for her as she heard the lies.
"Then Harriet removed Priscilla's gown. The poor virgin stood shivering, fully exposed to the glinty lewd eyes of the group. I'll have to hand it to her, though, she was very well composed. When Silvanus removed his robe, she only uttered a tiny gasp at the sight of his enormous cock. For the auspicious occasion, Silvanus deigned to fuck her in the cunt-his yearly outing, I supposed.
"Priscilla was positioned on a large pillow, her legs spread and her knees crooked. The brothers and sisters closed in eagerly for a closer view. At that moment, I chose to hang back at the edge of the avid ring. Silvanus stroked his cock while Harriet knelt and licked her daughter's cunt, to moisten it; then he got on his knees and aimed his ferocious spear at the blushing, chaste, tight cunt-lips.
"The watchers were in a hot sweat. They couldn't keep their hands to themselves. The girl next to me, Mavis, reached over and slid a finger up my pussy. Deftly, I took her hand and shifted it to Opal's hole, on my other side, and stepped back unencumbered.
"Then Silvanus leaned forward and pushed his burgeoning cockhead against the fleshy, narrow gap. Priscilla, staring, sucked in her breath. The crowd began working their hands and fingers in a frenzy, in and out of pussies and bunholes. I drifted a step, then two, back. No one noticed.
"Silvanus shoved! There was a collective gasp from the Brotherhood. His meat furrowed the delicate cunt. The huge head sunk in. He stroked very tentatively for a long moment. Then he rammed it in with all his might.
"The girl convulsed at the terrible intrusion, and screamed. Everyone crushed closer, cheering wildly. I saw the long, rigid snake slide out for the next assault; it was covered with a glistening sheen of red blood.
"That's when I ran. Not a soul turned an eye. As I had so hoped, the doors weren't locked along the passageway to Silvanus's house. I picked up my bundle of clothes where I'd hidden it and dashed into the apple orchard to circle toward the road. I ran, thanking the God I knew for delivering me out of the hands of Hell!"
CHAPTER NINE ...
"Out of the grasp of the perverted, perfidious Brotherhood, I struck out through the woods in a direction I had heard tell would bring me to a well-traveled road. I nearly perished that first night, because I was only wearing my ankle-length dress, a pair of hand-made sandals, and a loose-knit shawl over my shoulders. My quaint attire also accounted for the strange looks I received from passing motorists when I reached the highway late the next morning.
"It was then that I really prayed, Julie. I was in a wretched situation: hungry, thinly dressed, and absolutely penniless. Furthermore, I knew I was within driving distance of the Shepherd of the Woods retreat, if they chose to send the old bus out searching for me. You can understand my sense of overwhelming relief when a large camper vehicle-a kind of self-propelled house trailer-pulled over and stopped for me.
"As I ran to get in, my heart quickened when I saw a large bumper sticker which proclaimed, 'See America First!' I knew the ride would be longer than just a few miles. Then I was invited in amongst the most wholesome-appearing family you could ever imagine. What a blessing, I thought. Here was another kind of sanctuary, but a far more honest and decent one than what I'd blundered into in seeking conventional Christianity.
"The family were the Petersons, Victoria and Perry, their fourteen year-old son Scott, and daughter Debbie, sixteen, from East Liverpool, New Jersey. They were on an extended tour of the U.S.A. and were headed for Disneyland. Oh, Julie, such a handsome couple, such beautiful children! All of them were alive and-and vital. I knew I couldn't be in better hands until I reached you. And their acceptance of me was warm and genuinely friendly.
"I had to tell them something, of course, so I fibbed and said I'd been in a private school, sent there by a thoughtless legal guardian. I gave an admittedly hair-raising account of how I had to run away to escape being beaten. The first thing Victoria did was make up a bunk for me and put me to rest. As I slept, the miles ticked off, and my horrible religious experience drifted far beyond me.
"That first evening with the Petersons was spent in a small state park. After dinner, Victoria and Perry got on a little motor-scooter carried atop the travel home and went into a nearby town. I stayed with the children.
"'Mom says you're a hippie,' Debbie said after the parents had gone, is that right?'
"'Why did she say that?' I asked, puzzled.
'"Because of the granny dress and the sandals,' Scott replied. 'And because you don't wear any bra or panties underneath.'
'"And your long hair and no make-up,' Debbie added.
"I was embarrassed that my lack of underwear was obvious, but I certainly didn't want to go into any details about the infamous retreat. From what I knew about hippies from TV and movies, I realized all I lacked was beads to look the part. They'd unwittingly handed me a perfect explanation for the unusual condition I was in. So I 'admitted' that yes indeed I was a hippie. It turned out to be the wrong thing to say.
"With disarming frankness, Debbie asked, 'Hippies are very sexually promiscuous, aren't they?'
'"We ... well. . .no,' I stammered in surprise. 'I mean, some are, but not all of us.'
'"You don't have to be cool with us,' Scott grinned. 'We're hip. We've been fucking together for, oh, over two years now. Do you want to have a little ball? Would you like to watch us?'
"My mouth was wide open, but before I could say a word, Debbie urged, 'Come on, Justine! But you'll have to promise not to tell Mom and Dad. There are, umm, certain rules. . . '
"Certain rules! I should say so! My God, they were just kids, besides being brother and sister! But what a spot I was in. A ride all the way to California was hanging in the balance. Instinct told me to leave them immediately, but I was shaken with the fear that I'd be stuck in some horrible mess along the road again. Then I rationalized: the parents were out. It would be a secret, and I would save my ride. And what harm could it do me?
'"Go ahead, if you want to,' I shrugged, trying to be casual, ill watch, but I won't get in on it. I'm ... I'm getting bored with fucking.'
"They expressed their disappointment but they were so anxious to screw that they didn't try to argue me into it. They pulled down a settee that converted into a double bunk and practically leaped out of their clothes. Both of them were sexually well developed. Scott's cock was almost man-sized and his fuzzy balls looked extremely virile. Debbie possessed a lovely firm pair of titties that were probably a C-cup even at sixteen. Strangely, though she didn't have a whisper of pussy-hair.
"i shave my cunt,' she said shamelessly, noticing my stare, it has a groovy feel to it, all smooth like that. Turns the guys on, too.' She flopped on the bunk not more than three feet from where I sat, and lewdly fingered herself, cooing, 'Let's go, little brother; let's show Justine how the younger generation can groove.'
"Scott mounted her and poised his cock at the already-damp entrance. He grinned down, then looked at me and said, proudly, 'Debbie's really good-a tremendous fuck. In fact, she's better than Mom is.'
"Debbie agreed, 'That's what Dad tells me.'
"While I was choking on that incredible implication, Scott plunged his stiff cock between the hairless lips and sank in up to his balls! Debbie groaned in ecstasy and threw her legs around his hips. They fucked with a fantastic energy, humping and thrashing, crying out dirty words to each other, clutching at tits and asses, rolling and sawing! In a few minutes the whole vehicle was rocking from their motion.
"They were so close I could have reached out and touched them, yet they weren't even concerned that they were performing their incestuous act next to a virtual stranger. Appalled at their perverted precociousness, I was equally shocked at the frenzied abandon with which they were racing toward their climax. That's when I heard the chuga-chug-chug of the motor-scooter outside the trailer van!
'"Stop it! Stop it! It's your parents!" I whispered fiercely. But they couldn't stop. They were almost at the peak-past the point of no return. They were both moaning loudly, writhing in the floods of orgasms, as the door swung open and Victor and Perry Peterson climbed in.
"Perry started to yell, but Victoria shushed him. 'No,' she said maternally, 'they're coming off together. Let them enjoy it.' In a minute the sexual explosion had subsided, and Victoria said to me, 'My, my. I would have thought you'd have joined them! You're a little older, I know, but they're such fun kids.'
"Perry's attitude was darker. 'Goddamnit, I told you two to lay off. I didn't want us to come on so strong to Justine. Of course, now it's in the open.'
"Not all of it was in the open, I could have assured him; but just then Victoria enlightened me. 'You see, dear, we're a very modern family. Some people would condemn us for what we do-which is why we have to be so careful-but you'll never see a closer family than ours." No argument there. "Perry and I have been trading sex with other couples for years. We thought it only natural to bring our children up in our own fashion so that they could be emancipated, too. I expect not too many years from now Scott and Debbie will go off their separate ways and get married. It's a Mother's Prayer I have that they'll bring their spouses home for wonderful, warm reunions. I feel I can tell you this-as earlier we felt we could give you a lift-because I've read extensively about the hippie culture. I knew you'd understand the true meaning and the most sincere expressions of sexual freedom.'
"I nodded dumbly. There seemed to be nothing else I could do. They had presumptively attributed so much libertinism to me that I didn't know where to begin a counter-argument. Further, they misread my astonishment for savoir-vivre.
'"Justine's okay," Debbie said chummily, 'but she told us she was bored with fucking.'
"The Petersons all looked very concerned. I could have bitten my tongue off for my earlier remark. 'Well, good love-making isn't just a numbers game,' Perry said sagely. 'She's probably tired of partners with limited imagination.' Sweet Jesus! I shuddered at the thought. If they only knew!
'"You kids run off to bed,' Victoria prodded. '"Us big guys are going to stay up and have a drink.'
'"Aw, Mom,' Scott whined, 'you're going to ball-and I wanted to be around to fuck Justine, too!'
"'You heard what your mother said, young man!' Perry said sternly. 'Both of you-get in bed!' The pair pouted but stepped through a doorway and closed it behind them. Perry turned to me. 'Sorry, Justine, but kids will be kids.'
"Victoria took a bottle of vodka from a cupboard and brought glasses and ice. Perry poured and we sipped. I hate vodka, but God, I needed something to brace me. I expected to be thoroughly quizzed about my sex history, but the Peterson's surprised me. They were so preoccupied with their own obscene exploits as 'swingers,' as they called themselves, that all they did was tell dirty personal misadventures. In vivid detail, naturally. I was disgusted before they had relived their last three orgies. But on and on the fuck stories rolled. During the second drink, an album of polaroid snapshots was brought out. i hope we don't get in an accident with these aboard,' Victoria giggled as she showed me the first book, the family album. Aside from the characters, it was difficult to distinguish the family photos from the others of their so-called 'parties.' Invariably, everyone was doing the same things over and over.
'"How 'bout this one with six of us in a circle all coming at the same time?' Perry gloated. 'Jeez, the timing on that shot. . . ! I'd like to see their faces at Modern Camera if I told them about that.'
"I would have too, I thought. Frankly, the Petersons were as alien to me as men from Mars. I'd met a lot of depraved people in my travels, but they were the first to brag so much about their sexual exploits and abilities. They gave the impression they invented sex. Not even Satan's Sires had been so egotistical. Perversely, I wondered to myself if they could live up to their advance billing. Three drinks were down my hatch by then, and I fully expected their move when it came. I'd already decided to play along with them. It was either that or get out in the middle of the night in some God-only-knows-where state park. I told myself I had to be tough yet resilient. As long as my head and my heart were still innocent, it mattered little anymore what my body suffered. It was the essence of my being I shielded, not the mere flesh that covered my bones.
"I didn't have long to wait. They both began smiling at me, as if at a signal. 'Justine, I haven't been able to help staring at your nipples-the way they push out under your dress,' Perry said. 'I'd sure like to get my mouth around one of those.'
"Td like to taste the other one.' Victoria tittered. 'Ah, but here we are with all our clothes on. I mean-our street clothes." They looked at each other and smiled knowingly. 'Justine, I know hippies don't go in for unusual attire, but Perry and I are addicts, I'm afraid. We like to, uh, dress for the occasion.'
"I couldn't quite envision what they were talking about, but I shrugged as if to say go ahead. Then Perry startled me by slamming his hand down. 'Damn! How stupid of us, darling. No wonder Justine isn't too enthusiastic tonight. We forgot. . . ' And he mouthed a word.
'"God, you're right!' Victoria cried. "Hippies don't drink booze like we do.' She was up and into a cupboard and back in a flash. She handed me a strange-smelling cigarette. Beaming, she said, 'We're so sorry. We just keep grass around for friends. Hardly touch it ourselves. But you, poor dear-you must be dying for a joint.'
"From somewhere, the term "grass" made an association. It finally came to me: marijuana. The motorcycle gang smoked it on occasion-they called it 'pot'-but never forced it on me because there wasn't ever enough to go very far. Blanche used to say it 'stoned' her, but I could never notice any big change. It looked harmless. Well, since I had gone that far with the Petersons, a little farther wouldn't hurt any. I accepted the grass graciously and they were very pleased. Perry lit it for me and Victoria said, 'You toke up, dear. We'll be out in a few minutes.'
"I dislike cigarettes of any kind but I idly puffed on the grass and sipped the last of my vodka. I felt strange. Possibly the trauma of the retreat was catching up with me. Earlier, I had been just plain tired; the new feeling was something akin to an acute sensitivity without anxiety. As far as the sex that was inevitably going to take place, I didn't care one way or another. I was, in a sense, anesthetized. It didn't even boggle my mind when they returned in their outrageous costumes.
"Perry was wearing women's heels, stockings, a garter belt, and a black rubber apron-out of which his cock stuck through a round hole. Except for extra-high heels, Victoria was attired completely in red rubber-hose, garter belt, and a bra which exposed almost all of her titties. I stifled a giggle. I knew they thought they looked especially erotic. I couldn't let them think I thought them absolutely ridiculous. Instead, as I had always been required to do at the retreat, I praised their sexual parts. Perry was nicely hung with a circumcised eight-incher. It wouldn't cause anybody any problems-though I didn't tell him that. Victoria had exceptionally smooth titties, quite plump and high-held that way by the cutaway bra. She was devoid of pussy hair, too; like mother, like daughter. Her larger slit, however, had already partially spread, and the swollen lips peeked blushingly at the rims. They were both grinning with pride.
'"Rubber is tremendously stimulating to us,' Victoria said. 'We hope you won't be upset by it, dear.'
"I assured them I wouldn't be. They came close to me and had me stroke the sleek material. Personally, it seemed sort of squeaky-icky and cold, if you know what I mean, Julie. I actually felt sorry for them. They were trying so hard! All the other sexual perverts I'd been victimized by had been vicious and brutal. But the Petersons were different. It almost appeared they were striving with high comedy for what the others had tried to reach with base depravity. When Perry pulled my dress up over my head and off, I didn't struggle.
"They oohed and aahed about my body, caressing me lightly, and brought me down on the pulled-out bunk on which the kids had fucked. True to their word, they each fastened their lips to a tittie and sucked while probing my pussy. In the state I was in, their fingers and tongues made my flesh tingle a little, a faint tickling, but it was more remote and localized than it was stimulating to my body entire. I couldn't put the pieces together. I let them do what they pleased and stared at the acoustical ceiling. I found a number of very interesting designs and patterns in the tiny holes above. Meanwhile, my hands had been moved and I casually fingered Victoria's very juicy cunt and Perry's hard cock.
"They became extremely excited and jumped around to a new position. It would have worked if it hadn't been for Perry's apron. I was on my hands and knees. Victoria had crawled under me and was continuing to suck my boobies while I sucked hers. At the other end, Perry tried to fuck me doggie-fashion. But his apron was too long; his knees kept slipping, and his cock kept sliding out of me as soon as he got it in. All in all, it was very frustrating, for I wanted him to come as soon as possible and be done with the whole thing. We made a minor adjustment after that: I was shifted to the edge of the bed, where he could stand. Sadly, he thought he had to prove himself after messing up his opener. He rammed it in a bit harshly and kept pounding at the hole like a rabbit. I did find it strange, however-the rubber apron slapping up against my cheeks gave the screwing an inhuman quality. But perhaps that was what they were trying for. There was certainly little warmth involved, although the two of them were very gushy and solicitous about my well-being all the time. Victoria rather coyly broached the subject of further lesbian activity-she wanted to eat me, she said, and hoped I wouldn't be offended. I said, 'No, I don't mind, it's happened before.' Then she pressed harder-had I ever done it; I answered affirmatively, without enthusiasm, but it seemed to spark her. She told Perry not to come in me right away. It was exhibition-time.
"Victoria knelt at the edge of the bunk and spread me open, starting at my knees, she licked the insides of my thighs, moving up little by little, until she was swirling her tongue around my pussy. It was all very expertly done. I could see where she'd be a big favorite at wife-swapping parties. Nevertheless, I wasn't moved. Females making love to one another was not only dirty, but unnatural as well. She really tried her damnedest to give me an orgasm. She got an A for effort but, predictably nothing happened, except that she became so turned on that she had to have Perry fuck her from the rear.
"Poor Perry. He moaned as he came almost at once in her feverishly grinding cunt. T was saving it for Justine, dam nit!' But Victoria didn't hear him. She hadn't come yet. Somewhere along the line she finally figured I was about to. That's when she crawled upon the bed and pushed her cunt on my face and got in the sixty-nine position. So I ate her. Naturally, I wasn't as antimated as I'd been with the sisters of the Brotherhood-there was no threat of a beating. Yet she certainly seemed to be satisfied. I'd only played my tongue around and nibbled at the button for a couple of minutes when she began shaking so hard in orgasm that I thought she'd fall apart. Very unique, that shaking business; I'd never encountered anything quite like it.
"They had to rest briefly, but we were soon back at it. Perry drilled me every which way, his rubber apron flopping all the while. He never took off the high heels, either. Victoria spelled him and we had another go at sixty-nine. It was in the middle of that that we heard giggling behind the door.
"Goddamnit it!' Perry bellowed, "you kids quit listening at the door and get back in bed!'
"It was soon apparent that both of the Petersons were frustrated, almost annoyed. And not because they hadn't come: Perry had made it twice (once in my mouth), and Victoria three times. No, they were frustrated because of me. With all their expertise and enthusiasm, they hadn't caused me to have an orgasm. It was sad, really. I would have told them it was impossible, but I'd already lied about being reluctant. I hated to shatter their self-images as great sex performers, but it was easier than an involved explanation of my sordid sex history.
"Victoria snapped her fingers, i know what'll do the trick! The Double French Lick!'
"'By God, you're right!' Perry agreed, it's never failed yet. Come on, Justine baby, this little number is guaranteed to blow your mind and your rocks both!' Perry pulled off his apron and lay on the bunk with his ass at the very edge. His cock bristled straight up. That was for me. I straddled his hips and lowered myself snugly onto the hard eight inches, facing away from him. Then Victoria got on her knees between Perry's spread, nylon-clad thighs. In front of her was his cock, buried in my pussy, but in such a position that she could take a great big, slurping lick that started at his balls, rode up his cock, caught me along my cunt lips, and ended up at my clit. Which, of course, was exactly what she began doing while I rode up and down on his cock.
"Away we all went. I humped, she licked, he quivered. Admittedly, it felt a bit strange. What I really became fascinated with, though, was the weird medley of sounds we created ensemble. Grunting, sucking, slithering, soupy, sloshing sounds. A soggy symphony of sex. Quite unusual. Abstract, kind of. But I didn't come. Victoria used her fingers on herself, fore and aft, and made it. Perry raised himself off the bunk and let loose a load up my pussy. And then they were through.
"I knew by their dazed expressions that they couldn't understand me. I merely shrugged and repeated what I had told the kids. 'It's just that I've had so much fucking that it doesn't excite me anymore. What I think I need is an emotional attachement.' I hadn't meant it to sound cruel, but it was apparent I had delivered a low blow. They mumbled something about not understanding the younger generation and went off to bed after making up the bunk for me. Sometime in the middle of the night, young Scott tiptoes into my section of the vehicle and tried to crawl under the covers with me. We argued in whispers for a moment, and finally he went back to his own bed. Before falling asleep again, I realized in wonder that that had been the first time I had ever successfully denied anyone my body.
"The next day we were on the road again, and the conviviality of the previous evening was missing. A heavy gloom of disillusionment hung over the parents and had been communicated to the kids. We were not exactly a band of happy wanderers. I tried to be friendly, and of course expressed my gratefulness for the ride. Yet there seemed little else I could do. They wanted 'swinging' enthusiasm, and I was probably the last person in the world to fulfill their expectations. That night there was another sex session, but it was much briefer and less elaborate-amounting to nothing more than physical exercise. By then we were well into the west. On the third night with them, we had reached Phoenix, Arizona. Perry and Victoria had arranged to spend the night swapping sex with a couple they had corresponded with. The kids had a romp while they were gone, and I joined them for a little while because they pleaded so. It was terribly depressing. Sexually, if one can rate these sort of things, the kids were every bit as good as their folks. But even they were discouraged with my performance. It's a rather odd thing to realize, Julie, that the only time I have ever been exciting to anyone was as a victim of bizarre brutalities.
"The final day with them was spent driving long stretch of desert into Southern California. Toward afternoon, I groped for some way to express my gratitude for their hospitality. I even hinted that I would gladly take them one by one in the back of the camper as we neared the completion of the trip. They rejected me. They tried to be kind about it. Victoria explained that there was a whole list of swingers in the Los
Angeles area they had to visit, beginning that night, and that they wanted to be fresh. It hurt me to think that I was so undesirable as a human being and a traveling companion.
"We reached the city at dusk. The lights spilled out endlessly before us. My sense of rejection was displaced with a growing excitement. Somewhere in this endless maze of sprawling streets that stretched to the ocean, somewhere I knew I would find you, Julie.
"The Petersons, still under the impression I was a hippie, drove me to a locale which they had heard was a colony. It was a quaint, run-down section called Venice. They took me to the beach, and there we said our goodbyes. Before they drove off, Victoria insisted that I take twenty dollars, i wish there were more we could do for you,' she said, if only we'd all had a little more time. But you're still young, Justine. You'll find there aren't many pleasures left in life that can be had quite so easily as sex. Keep trying.'
"As emotionally barren and as sexually ill as they all were, still they were the kindest people I had met through all my trails and tribulations. I shed a tear as their camper disappeared around a corner."
CHAPTER TEN ...
"Julie, no matter what the police have told you, no matter what they said about my arrest, it's just not so. I mean, me as a prostitute, a whore. It would be laughable if it weren't so tragic and, my God, I'd only been in town about eight hours! Now here's the honest truth of exactly what happened.
"I didn't know you were married, of course, so naturally I couldn't find your name in the telephone book. I decided that the next morning I would go and look for you in other telephone books and, failing that, ask some authority of some sort to help me locate you. But I was faced with spending a night on my own. Even though it's summer, I wasn't prepared for the cold ocean breeze that blows across the beach at Venice. Added to that, there didn't appear to be any hotels in that area. So, cold and hungry, I went into a little cafe, ate a meal, and sat sipping on a hot chocolate and wondering what I was going to do. Then two bona fide hippies, a guy and girl, came in and sat near me. I was thrilled, actually being that close to the real McCoy. A conversation started when I asked about a hotel. One thing led to another, and we became quite friendly. The fellow's name was Ned. He was a tall, ascetic looking young man with a wispy blonde beard. He made things in leather, he said. His girlfriend's name was Mary Beth and she made beads. In fact, she was wearing seven or eight strands at the time. They weren't at all surprised to find that I'd hitchhiked across the country to reach Venice.
"'Most cats have come from someplace else,' Mary Beth said. 'I'm from Kansas myself and Ned's from up north. If you dig the scene, you know, you've just got to split and make it on your own.'
"I liked that attitude, making it on your own. With the horrible trip behind me, I thought, it's time I develop a little self-sufficiency. Even when I found you, Julie, I made up my mind not to be a burden and instead to do my own thing-as the kids on the beach say.
'"So you don't have anyplace to crash tonight?' Ned asked. "Well, maybe we can help you. There's no room where we are living, but a friend of ours can find you a place.'
"I was terribly grateful. My luck had really started to change. First the Petersons and now this hippie couple. Help was being offered to me without any ulterior motives. We left the cafe and walked down the beach. There were a great number of hippies out, all in their crazy clothes I'd seen so many pictures of, all just enjoying life and being so free. Ned and Mary Beth knew them all. It was like one big, happy community. The ocean walk was lined with bright little shops and galleries of craftsmen and artists, and the Bohemian atmosphere had just sunk into my bones. 'Groovy,' I said to myself. 'Groovy!'
"Around a corner on a narrow street, there was a small bookshop. That's where I was introduced to Ying-Yang. What a wild cat he was! He had a huge, bushy black beard, hair down to his shoulders, and he was dressed in a mad assemblage of Indian-looking beaded belts and headbands and necklaces. Ned explained my plight.
'"Yeah, sure,' Ying-Yang droned in the particular nasal voice he had. 'Sure, you can crash with the family.' I questioned 'family;' then it was explained to me that in hippie terminology it meant a bunch of kids who were living together in a communal or tribal way. Everybody did their own thing but shared with everyone else. It sounded perfect as a temporary refuge. I told Ying-Yang that I'd be glad to help out in any way I could, and he twanged, 'Yeah, well, we'll see. If you're really a groove, maybe I can even give you a job working in the bookstore.'
"Ned and Mary Beth said they had to split. Ying-Yang took me to the back of the store and upstairs. Julie, what a crazy pad! the walls were all covered with psychedelic posters, there were candles and incense burning, weird music from a tape recorder-and there were mattresses all over the floor in each of the four rooms. There were about a dozen hippies there. Some were listening to the music, others were talking in little groups, and a few were just staring into space. Meditating, I figured, because I knew there was a lot of mysticism to being a hippie. Ying-Yang took me into the little kitchen and pulled an old loaf of bread out of the refrigerator.
'"You look like you had a hell of a trip,' he said, 'so I'll give you something to straighten your head around.' With that, he opened up the loaf of bread and extracted some colored capsules which he held out to me. There were about a half dozen.
'"What are they?' I asked.
'"Speed, baby, meth. Turn you on. Pack up all your cares and woe, you know.' Well, I didn't want to seem ungrateful. I took one from him. 'Hey, wow, no, baby. All of them! Live a little! You don't want to be a bummer around here.'
"I could hardly refuse, Julie. I did hesitate for a moment, but he reached into the stale loaf and popped down a handful himself. The only polite thing to do was join him. I took all the capsules, and we went back into the apartment. Then he took me around and I met everyone. They were all very friendly except for a couple who just kept staring when we spoke to them. When I asked what was wrong, Ying-Yang shrugged, 'They're on a trip. But they'll come down when the party starts.'
"Party? He explained they had a party nearly every night. I was about to tell him that I thought I would be too tired to enjoy sociality that evening, but strangely I wasn't feeling tired at all. In fact, I felt exceptionally alive. As silly as it sounds, I wanted to dance. Ying-Yang must have felt the same way. He told someone to change the tape and shortly the room was filled with screaming sounds that did crazy things to my brain. I just couldn't stand still. I started moving. Ying-Yang moved with me. Flashing colored lights were turned on. The funny loaf of bread was brought out and passed around. Time was a blur. Before I knew it, everyone was dancing and the sounds were crashing! I never wanted to dance and rock so hard in my life. God! It was so beautiful! I'd found it, really found it-and I was so happy and laughing for the first time in months, years.
"All the fears and ugly memories tumbled out of me. I was still laughing when Ying-Yang pulled me over into a corner near a mattress. There was a guy and a girl wearing nothing but beads and fucking like mad. And I wasn't even shocked. I giggled, in fact. Ying-Yang told me it was the grooviest thing in the world to ball to the music. And I thought maybe he's right, maybe I could really enjoy that.
"We danced again, but this time he held onto my titties. Oohh!, it felt wild. I looked around and saw that some of the others were bouncing about completely naked. How free they looked. My long dress began to bother me, so I simply took it off. That had quite an effect on Ying-Yang. He pulled off three or four strands of the Indian beads he was wearing and put them over my head. I was fascinated with the way all the little colored stone bobbled on my bouncing titties as I wailed my body about. Then Ying-Yang was naked, too. His cock and balls were flopping all over the place, and I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. It was even funnier to reach out and grab them, stop them for a second, then let them fly off again when I let go. A few minutes of this and he wasn't flopping so much any more. He was hard, and that tickled me too. I was still making time with the music when we found a mattress that wasn't too crowded and he came thumping in between my legs.
"Do you know, Julie, he was absolutely right. It was marvelous! The sensations that went up and down my body were quite unlike anything I'd ever experienced. There were rare moments when I felt all shiver, and I thought his cock was three feet long and all the way up inside me to my throat! Which gave me an idea. Right next to us was another couple, and there happened to be a cock swinging loose. I reached over and tugged on it and pretty soon had it in my mouth. It was the music and the lights and everything. I didn't mind a bit. For the first time, sex was fun. Nobody was doing anything to me that I didn't want them to. In fact, I was instigating a few things myself. In retrospect, of course, I'm mortified. But at the time, I didn't give it a second thought.
"Ying-Yang drifted away, but there was always someone to take his place. More than that, the girls present were full of fun, too. They joined in. Every second of what seemed like hours was filled, as was my mouth and my cunt, with special ecstasy. I was in a crazy kaleidoscope of brightly colored, swirling fantasy of flesh. Wow!
"The next thing I knew, I was sort of floating, tripping along really. The music was at a distance, and the lights in my eyes weren't flashing colors anymore. I gradually became aware of a single, bright blinding white light. Then a voice kept asking me, 'What's your name? What's your name? Suddenly I could see who was talking to me-a policeman! I was so confused; I don't know what I said or what really happened except that a sheet or blanket was thrown around me. With the others, I was pushed out into the cold, damp air and onto a bus with barred windows. That wall there was until I awakened this morning in jail. . . !
"That's the truth, Julie. I don't know anything about one of the fellows charging two dollars admission to the party. If it happened, I wasn't aware of it. And how that could be construed as prostitution-well, it's a sad commentary on the way the older generation looks at the spirit of youth.
"I'm ashamed of myself, of course. I realize that I'd been given drugs and that I wasn't acting of my own volition. No, that wasn't like me at all. But, oh Julie, I'm going to forget it, I really am. You've found me and that's all that matters! I'm going to erase the horrors of the past from my mind and become the kind of person you'll be proud to have as a sister. You don't know how much good it's done already to have been able to tell you how I have been victimized by all the depravity that exists in this world!"
After Justine had been tucked lovingly into her own bed, Julie and Norman sat late into the night and pondered the unexpected gift that had been miraculously bestowed upon them.
"What experience, what knowledge, what an incredible durability!" Norman exclaimed. "Oh, Julie, please, please can we keep her here?"
"I've already decided that-yes, she stays. It will take time and patience. She can't suspect anything but love in the beginning." Julie's eyes glowed and she stared out over the city lights with a secret smile.
