Here are three shocking stories of teenagers and young women who are held prisoner to the pleasures of their ravenous sexual appetites.
NYMPHO NURSE tells the story of an innocent southern girl who moves to Manhattan to begin her nursing career. On the train from New Orleans to New York City, she meets the man who will introduce her to the lascivious pleasure palaces of the city. She soon finds that her life is dominated by them and her overwhelming need to be bound and tied, then brutally and harshly taken.
BITCH BOARDING SCHOOL reveals the life of a teenager who is totally recalcitrant. In desperation, her father sends her to an exclusive school for incorrigible girls. She is denied everything at first, but soon turns the tables on the burly attendant who is her "keeper" and the headmistress who wants her to conform.
ULTIMATE ABUSE is the last confession of a mass murderer. His life was forfeited as a result of the obsession he couldn't control. The only thing he lived for was to bind and tie teen nymphets that he found hitch hiking near Jacksonville, Florida. His passions finally took total control, and there was no way he could control his brutal desires. In the end, he gave his life for his perverse pleasures.
Nympho Nurse
PART ONE
It was just after I moved to Manhattan that I began to lose control of my life.
I've always been on the wild side, and I've always gotten an illicit thrill out of it, but things were never like what started happening to me in the city. They say that you can find whatever sort of corruption you want in New York, and I wanted to find it all.
I was relatively tame while I was in nurse's training at Tulane University in New Orleans. They say that the French Quarter is wild, but it's only the tourists from small towns that find it risque. It can't hold a candle to what goes on in New York City.
Shortly before I graduated, I answered an add in the "Times Picayune" placed there by St. Vincent's Hospital and Medical Center in New York. I had already been offered a job in New Orleans, but I thought it would be nice to live someplace else for a while.
And I didn't really expect them to accept me. I don't know why, but southerners have the misconception that northern standards are a lot higher than their own. That isn't true.
I was both delighted and apprehensive when the letter came telling me that there was a job waiting for me, and could I please let them know as soon as possible if I would take it and when I could report for duty if I did accept it. The salary they were offering seemed astronomical to me. It was nearly double what I would be making if I stayed in New Orleans.
My parents weren't too crazy about it, but I accepted the offer immediately. I thought that if I didn't like the big city, I could always come back. There were always jobs for nurses. But that was before I found out what New York can do to a girl like me .
Looking back on it now, I think I would have done the same thing even if I had known. I don't think I could have resisted the temptation for long under any circumstances.
I didn't feel like going to work right away, so I told them that I wouldn't be there until the first of September. I wanted a summer of total leisure after all those years in school. And I wanted to find out as much as I could about the city before I moved there.
I went to the library and read everything I could about the city. And I bought the Sunday New York Times from a news stand downtown that deals in out of town newspapers. The bulky thing cost two dollars, but it was well worth it to me. I needed to know what was going on.
The more I read, the more excited I got about going there. I was anxious to see the bright lights and beautiful people. I knew that I'd be working in a hospital, and there aren't many beautiful people in a hospital even though there are a lot of bright lights. But I thought that my nights would be glittering and gay, a whirl of activities that would sweep me off my feet. I even hoped that there would be a handsome man in my life, or several.
I had a boyfriend who was in the Tulane Medical School, but that relationship was on the skids, and I thought the least painful way to end it would be for me to move away. Not the least painful for me, since I wanted it over, but for him. He was still in love with me, or so he thought, but he had long since lost much appeal to me.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him; it was just that there was nothing right about him. I knew that if I married him, I would settle down to the dull life of a southern doctor's wife. There would be a nice home in the Garden District of New Orleans, and tea at four every afternoon. It would be comfortable, but it wasn't what I wanted.
And there was the problem of his love making. It was the same tired thing time after time. He got upset if I wanted to even vary the position. And it was nothing but him sticking his cock into my pussy and ramming it into me until he came, and that frequently wasn't very long. Half the time I had to wait until I got home before I got an orgasm.
Not that there is anything wrong with ordinary sex. I like it, but I need more than that. And the idea of having to diddle myself to a climax later was beginning to get old.
The first time, and the only time, that I went down on him, he had been shocked and amazed that anyone would want to do such a thing. And he reacted with repugnance when I suggested that he might like doing the same thing to me. I dropped the subject; now I wanted to drop him. I don't know why I didn't just end it, but I didn't.
That summer is almost a haze to me now, and it was only a year ago. I was a different person then. I hardly recognize the naive girl who went downtown every Sunday afternoon for her copy of the Times. She's a creature that no longer exists; a phantom of my memory.
The closer it got to my departure date, the more anxious I was. The only thing that worried me now was finding a place to live once I got there. The hospital maintained residential buildings, but there was a waiting list. All they could arrange for the moment was temporary housing with three other girls for a period of sixty days.
I understood the reason for the high salary as soon as I started reading the real estate adds in the Times. There weren't very many apartments available, and the prices they were getting were incredible. Five hundred dollars for one meager room. I couldn't believe it.
I bought a ticket on The Southern Crescent to New York and reserved a roomette for myself. I've always enjoyed trains, and I thought it would be nice to see a bit of the countryside on my way. In addition, I thought that the transition I was making in my life deserved a long journey. Two and a half hours on an airplane didn't do it justice.
We had to get up at five in the morning on the day I left. My parents weren't too thrilled about that, but my dad was relieved that he wouldn't have to take time off from work to see me off. The train left at seven in the morning, and I wanted to leave the house by sue to make sure that I didn't miss it. Reservations were hard to get at that time of year.
My parents stood outside the window of the roomette until the train left. There were tears in my mother's eyes. I think they knew that I would never be coming back except for brief visits now and then. And then it would be a different person from the one who was leaving. I didn't know it then, but I think she did.
As the train headed first eastward through Mississippi and then Alabama, I said goodbye to the South which had nurtured me and been my home for so many years. I had always thought of myself as a Southerner, but I found myself shedding that conception of myself as the train headed north towards Atlanta. I was starting to think of myself as a New Yorker.
A fledgling New Yorker to be sure since I had never set foot in the city before. But I already thought of myself as a beginner, and I wanted more experience. I was determined to become a professional, to master all the wiles of the great metropolis.
I started after dinner that night. The train had just pulled out of Atlanta, and the last light of the sun was in the western sky which was now visible since we had changed directions. We were headed inexorably northward and would be at Pennsylvania Station the next morning.
I sat down at one of the small tables and ordered a martini. I had read that it was the cocktail of choice among New Yorkers, and I wanted to try it out. It tasted like hair tonic at first, but the strength of it warmed me as it went down. It was a drink that matched the city, I thought; bitter and strong, but with a warm afterglow to it.
When I ordered a second one, I noticed a tall handsome man sitting across the car from me. He looked to be about thirty five. He had dark hair and very blue eyes, and there was a small moustache on his upper lip. His body was slender and looked strong even though he was wearing a three piece business suit. I knew he must be from the north since southern men wouldn't wear such a suit until November when it started to get chilly.
I tried to be demure, but I couldn't stop looking at him. His features were strong and attractive, and I wanted him to talk to me. I wanted a first hand account about the North that wasn't colored by southern prejudice. Most of the South hadn't forgotten about the Civil War, it seemed to me. They were still surprised that they had lost and considered it unjust.
I sipped at my drink and tried to look out the window, but my eyes kept going back to the man across from me. I swept my gaze over the rest of the car. There were ten or fifteen other people there, most of them in pairs talking to each other. The sound of the wheels against the track and the steady clacking blended all the conversations into a blur.
When the mar looked up from the magazine he was reading, he noticed me watching him. I dropped my eyes as a flush of embarrassment came over me. I pretended to look out the window. I glanced back at him and he was smiling at me. It was a broad, open smile and I returned it.
I felt like I was being a bit brazen, and I was worried that he might get the wrong idea. Or maybe it was the right idea, I thought. I had read that most of the women in large cities like New York were very open and casual about sex. I had never been that way, always restricting my activities to a boy that I fancied myself in love with.
But the more I had thought about it, the more I wanted to be like some of the women I had read about. Southern girls tend to be very shy about sex, and I wanted to stop being that way. But I didn't think it was appropriate to do so on a train. I don't know why I thought that.
I went back to my drink.
As I sipped on it, I felt a presence beside me. I looked up and he was standing in front of my table. I was more embarrassed than ever now, but I smiled as pleasantly as I could.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked me in a deep baritone voice.
"I'd be delighted," I said. I had been working at losing my southern accent.
"My name is Bill ... Bill Ashford, and what might yours be?" he asked.
"It's Betty ... Betty Thompson," I told him. It had always been "Betty Sue" in the past, but I had decided to drop the "Sue" part of it. I was tired of the southern penchant for double names for everyone. This new apellation seemed more sophisticated and urbane to me. I hoped that it would seem that way to others too.
"Well, Betty, tell me how far you're going," he said.
"I'm going to New York," I told him. "I've got a new job there."
"And what might that be?"
"I'm going to be a nurse at St. Vincent's
Hospital in Green-which Village."
"It's pronounced 'Gren-nage' Village," he said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you for telling me ... Do you live in the city."
"Yes, about three blocks from St. Vincent's ... On Waverly Place."
"Oh, isn't that a coincidence."
"And if I get sick, I hope I get a nurse as pretty as you to take care of me."
I blushed. "Oh, thank you, but I hope you don't."
"Perhaps we could see each other under more pleasant circumstances."
"Oh, that would be nice," I said. "I'd like someone to show me around."
"I can think of more ways than one to do that," he said.
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"There are a lot of interesting things to see in the city ... like my apartment."
"Oh, I'd like that. I want to know what's available ... I have to look for one."
"That wasn't quite what I had on my mind," he said.
There was a long pause as I considered what he said. He had made a proposition, I knew, and I didn't quite know how to respond to it. I didn't know how brazen the women in New York were, and I wanted to handle it the way they would. I didn't want him thinking that I was a country bumpkin who didn't know the first thing about what was going on.
"Well, I think I might enjoy that," I said.
"Oh, really? I can tell that you're going to enjoy life in the big city."
"I hope so. I want to do everything right away."
"Everything?"
"Well, just about everything," he said.
"Then there are a couple of places that I'll have to take you to," he said.
"What kind of places?" '
"Don't mind about that now ... Ah, do we really have to wait until we get to New York?"
"It's a little cramped on the train, isn't it ... I mean, I only have a tiny roomette."
"Well, all I could get was a bedroom for which they're charging me a fortune," he said. "I'd like to get as much use out of it as I can."
I gulped my drink down. "Well, I'm willing to give it a try."
I felt like a brazen hussie letting him pick me up like that. But at the same time there was a twinge in my clit that told me I was going to like what was going to happen.
He picked up two more drinks from the barman as we left for his compartment.
The bedroom was made up for the night when we got there, but only the bottom of the two beds was ready. The room was a lot bigger than my roomette, and the bathroom was actually a separate little stall. In mine, the commode is under the sink that folds out of the wall, and the bed covered it when it was made up.
I took a sip of the drink, then set it down on the little table that folded down at the center of the window. The bed was against the metal wall of the room. Then I went in the tiny bathroom and took a piss. I heard the latch of the door snap as I sat there.
When I went back into the compartment itself, I found that he had put his handkerchief over the light so that it only emitted a diffused glow. In addition, he had taken off his coat and vest. I noticed that he had a slender waist and broad shoulders. I liked that.
He took me in his arms as I entered the small room. His lips made contact with mine and a shiver coursed its way up my spine. He pressed our mouths harder together and I felt him open his and his tongue started to push against my lips. I opened my mouth against his.
His tongue darted into my mouth and pressed against mine. There was a twinge in my clit.
We held the embrace for a long moment, then he pulled away from me.
"Why don't you get naked?" he asked me.
That seemed a little abrupt to me, but I undressed anyway. He didn't take his own clothes off, but watched me undress in front of him. I took my time about it, revealing my body slowly and letting his eyes savor every new piece of it that became visible.
"You have nice tits," he said when I let my bra fall to the floor.
"Thank you," I said as I unfastened my skirt and it dropped to my ankles.
I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pantyhose over my hips and down to my knees. Then I sat on the bed to pull them off. He was sitting right next to me, and he reached for my mound as soon as the pantyhose were off my legs. As his hand ran through my light pubic hairs, there was a surge of sensations from my clit and I felt my pussy start to get warm and moist. Then he stuck his finger in the top of my slit.
He twirled his finger around, and every time it brushed across my clit, a new wave of pleasure made its way through my body. He put his other hand to my breast and pinched the nipple.
I gave a sigh at the pleasure that radiated through me as he did it. The finger in me found my clit and pressed it against my body. I started to moan with the thrill of it all.
"You like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, and I want you to do more," I told him.
"Fucking bitch-likes to be played with," he muttered. "Just like the rest of them."
"What?"
"You fucking bitches all like to be played with ... You'll do anything to get a cock up you."
"Well, hold on just a minute," I said. His hoarse tone made me a little nervous.
"Can't ever trust one of you hot bitches ... You've always got to have it."
"I don't think that's any way to talk ... Perhaps I'd better leave."
"You aren't going anywhere, bitch. You're going to get what's coming to you."
With his strong arms, he pulled me across his lap, my bare ass sticking up in his face. I was getting a little frightened at what he was going to do to me. But there wasn't much I could do at that point. He was much stronger than I was, and I couldn't just scoop up my clothes and go running out of the compartment. I was trapped there, his prisoner.
Then I felt the first blow of his hand against my naked rear. It stung.
"Don't do that to me ... It hurts too much," I pleaded.
"Shut up and take it, bitch ... It's what you deserve."
"But this is perverted."
"Shut up bitch ... Now I already told you once, I don't want to tell you again."
His hand connected with me again. I thought about screaming, maybe alerting whomever was in the next compartment, but that would be almost as embarrassing as running through the corridor naked. And I didn't know if they would do anything about it even if I did.
He slapped my ass again and again, the sound of the slaps loud against the steady undercurrent of noise the train made as it rolled along. Then he coordinated his slaps with the loud clacks the train made as it moved. Over and over again, he brought his hand into me.
Then there was an odd sensation. The pain he was inflicting on me seemed to increase the warmth in my pussy. His hand strung as it connected with me, but each sharp blow produced a twinge in my cunt, and I felt the thing get wetter as his hand made my ass redder.
"You cunts gotta learn about letting your pussies rule your lives."
"But I didn't ... I mean ... Oh, please stop;" I begged.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, cunt!" There was an evil snarl to his tone.
He gave me an even harder blow, and more juices seeped out into my pussy. I found it hard to believe that it was happening, but every time he brought his hand to my ass, I got more excited. I was getting so hot and wet that I wanted him inside me.
Through my tummy, I could feel the hardness that had arisen between his legs. It pressed against me and I tried to gauge the size of it, but that was impossible. As he slapped me, I had the impression that it was getting bigger and bigger. I hoped that he would do more than just spank me. I'd heard that there were people into that sort of thing, but this was the first one that I'd ever encountered. On and on he went until my bottom was sore.
"Do you want that cock now, bitch?" he asked. "You want that thing up you?"
"Oh, yes, please ... Please put it up there ... I'm ready for it."
He stopped spanking me and pushed me off him. As he got off the bed to undress, I lay back down on it and spread my legs as wide as the small bed allowed me to. I was so hot that I had to put my finger on my clit and stroke it as I watched him undress.
"Fucking hot cunt wants this prick stuffing it ... They're all alike, those cunts."
I didn't know what he was muttering about or why he was saying what he was, but I didn't ask any questions. He was getting undressed as fast as he could, and I wanted him to fill me as soon as possible. And I didn't want to waste any time with idle conversation.
As he pushed his underwear over his hips and down to his ankles, his cock jumped out of it. I gasped when I saw the size of it. It was long and thick and it gave a little jump when it was freed of the restraining fabric. The head of it was huge and flared. It was beautiful.
I had an impulse to suck on the thing first, but I didn't think that I could get much of it into my mouth. I didn't think my mouth could do it justice, but I knew my cunt could.
"How do you like that thing?" he asked as he turned it to me.
"God, that's a nice one ... I want you to stick it up there ... Now," I said.
He got on the bed between my legs and knelt there, his huge pole jutting out from between his legs, and the wrinkled sack pendulous behind it. I splayed my legs further apart and elevated my mound to him. He reached forward and swirled his finger inside the outer lips before he approached me. Then he pressed his finger against my clit again. That sent a wave of pleasure though me and I gave out a moan as it hit me.
Then he removed his finger and crawled closer to me. He put his hands on the bed beside me and stretched his body over mine before he lowered himself to his forearms.
I reached to his cock and ran my hands over it before I guided it into position at the center of my slit. He lowered his hips and the head of it nudged itself in. He paused there for a moment, and then he let more of it sink into my slippery hole.
The thing felt so good filling me like that that I gave a long, low moan. I could feel the throbbing of it as it pressed against the walls of my wet pussy. More of it went in.
Finally, his hips rested against mine with the thing buried all the way inside me. Even without thrusting, his cock stretched my cunt in all directions. I could feel the top of it pressing against my clit and that sent a steady stream of sensations through me.
"You like that big cock up your cunt, bitch?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh, yes, I want you to fuck that cunt ... Fuck that thing. FUCK IT!"
He pulled halfway out of me and thrust his cock back in to the hilt. Then he pulled back so that only the head of it was in me. He slammed it back in with vigor.
"You want that cock to really fuck that hole of yours?"
"Yes ... Yes . ... YES!" I moaned. "Ram that thing into me. FUCK ME!"
"Yeah, that cock is going to fuck that hungry hole of yours, it surely is."
He raised his hips and slammed them into mine. The force of the thrust rippled through my body. It sent a thrill through me, and I felt my pussy start to quiver in anticipation.
He started going faster and harder into me, and I started to moan. Each stroke that he made caused his cock to slide against my clit, and each slide sent a surge of pleasure through me.
I arched my hips so that he could go even deeper into me. As he drove his shaft in to the hilt, I groaned with the way it stretched the back of my pussy. I was going higher and higher.
"Big cock fucking that pussy ... How does that pussy like it?" he asked.
"Oh, God, that cunt loves it ... Fuck me harder ... harder ... HARDER!"
He started banging into me as hard as he could. Each thrust drove me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the front of my passageway become fully engorged and press against his pounding cock. As he went faster and faster into me, I reached a high plateau of pleasure.
"How does that cunt feel? That cunt want this cock to shoot a load up there?"
"Yeah, fuck that pussy ... shoot a big load of come up that cunt."
He went at me even faster then, faster than I thought possible. But the exquisite pleasure that he was giving me with that huge organ of his took its toll on me. Suddenly, it pushed me over the top and a shattering climax raced through my body. It started with a spasm in my cunt and traveled through my torso with a shudder.
"Oh, God, I'm coming ... I'M COMING!" I panted as the orgasm took me away.
He drove into me again and again as my pussy convulsed around his cock. As the first orgasm abated, another one took its place, streaming over my body and carrying me away on a churning tide of pleasure. I was in ecstasy with it, and I let my body flow with it.
There was another and another and another. Still, he rammed his cock into me. My body started to shake and tremble as one after another, the orgasm mounted.
"There it is ... There it is . ... THERE IT IS!" he yelled as he drove into me.
He gave me a few more hard thrusts with his cock, and I hit a blinding orgasm. Then he buried his cock deep inside my cunt as I felt his hips start to jerk against me.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned as his cock started to erupt.
I felt my pussy start to till with his warm come. Spurt after spurt of it spewed out of his cock and gave my pussy and even hotter feeling. Another orgasm took me.
When I came back to reality, he was still in me, but his cock had finished coming. After a long moment, he pulled out of me. His cock had lost some of its rigidity and hung down between his legs. I put my hand on the wet thing. Then I ran my finger along the tube on the underside of it, and a last globule of white come formed at the hole. I took it on my finger and brought my finger to my mouth. I wiped it off on my tongue and let the sweet saltiness of it permeate my mouth. It tasted wonderful.
I put my legs together and moved to the side of the bed. He lay beside me and held me in his hairy arms. I felt warm and secure there with the click-clack-click-clack of the train filling my ears. I was satisfied in a way that I had never dreamed possible.
At the time, I didn't know that I had just started. I didn't know what kind of a road I was headed down or how far it would go. But I knew that something had happened to me.
PART TWO
I found that I adjusted to life in New York with more ease than I had thought. It was all a bit scary at first, but after a while, I discovered that the people weren't really much different than people anywhere else; there were just more of them.
With Bill's assistance, I was able to find a small apartment not far from work that was still expensive for what it was, but was at least affordable. It was only one small room with a miniscule kitchen and bathroom, but it was enough to suit my needs. I fixed it up and repainted the walls, and generally the place is quite cheery.
Work has turned out to be even better that I expected. They assigned me to the emergency room and the constant turnover of patients never ceases to amaze me. There isn't anything that we don't get at that place. Everything from muggings to stabbings to heart attacks to strange comas and acute illnesses. The variety keeps things interesting and informative.
At first, I was actually shocked by some of the cases that came to us. The first time a man came in with something wedged up his ass-hole that he couldn't get out, I actually believed the weird story he told to explain it away. But an intern set me straight about it.
We had one come in with a light bulb up his ass and another one with a shot glass. Some of them admit that they or some other man put it up there, but others make up fanciful explanations. One said that he had just gotten out of the shower and sat on the thing. All that isn't really necessary because we know what's going on in that neighborhood.
About half of the population is gay, and the other half either swings or is too old to fuck. One day a guy came in with a metal ring around his cock that he couldn't get off. We had to cut the damn thing off for him. For the ones with things up their ass-holes, it's easier. The intern just put in an ass spreader and turns it until the hole is open wide enough, then he simply reaches in and gets whatever is up there.
There are a lot of drug cases as well. These people have a tendency to overdo it, and especially the combination of Quaaludes and alcohol gets to them. Not all of them live.
But as I adjusted to my work environment and my domestic situation finally stabilized, my sex life got more and more bizarre. It seemed like every week presented me with a new experience. And there wasn't one of them that I didn't like. I was getting nervous about it.
I saw Bill frequently, and he was always the initiator of each new bit of kinkiness. But when I found that I liked it, I also found that I couldn't live without it. When I did things with a new man, I had to introduce him to some aspect of it, and most of them liked it. But I was beginning to be alarmed by the fact that I always wanted it, had to have it.
I was starting to wonder how far this would go, and what it would it would lead to. But my body was insistent in its demands. It seemed that it wouldn't let me alone.
The first time that Bill tied me up was a revelation to me. He forced me rudely into the bedroom and spread me out on the bed. He had a brass bedstead, and he tied my hands to the two outer posts of it and my feet to the outer posts at the bottom. Then he came at me with the riding crop. He brought into every part of me, from my toes to my hands.
I was writhing in agony at each new blow, but each one made my pussy secrete more and more fluids. There was a sensation of warmth all through me. Each time he brought it down on me, I felt better. The thing was making red welt on my skin, but I was excited by it.
"Fucking cunt better learn to behave itself," he snarled.
"It will ... I swear it will ... I'll make it be good, I swear I will," loaned.
"Fucking cunt better stop taking all the cock it can get."
"But I have to have it ... I'll try to resist, I swear it."
"Goddman cunt does nothing but go looking for a new cock every day."
He brought the crop into me again and again. He finally put the blows right on my mound. One after another he flicked the stinging end of the thing at the top of my slit. Each time he did it, a surge of sensations raced through me. I was sublime the way my clit transformed the pain of it into an exquisite pleasure that radiated completely through me.
"That cunt learning its fucking lesson?" he snapped as it bit into me.
"Yes, that pussy's going to learn to control itself," I wailed.
"That cunt better learn ... It probably tries to fuck with patients in the hospital."
"Only once, I swear it ... I only did it once. It was so hot, I had to do something."
He brought the thing down on my mound with a hard thwack that resonated through the bedroom. The sound was so loud that I was afraid he might disturb the neighbors. But then I remembered that there had been times that we had heard loud slaps coming through the walls, so I stopped worrying about it. I didn't really have time, anyway, because he brought the thing down into me again. The pain was followed by pleasure.
"Is that cunt ready for this big fucking cock up it?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, shove that thing up there ... Fuck me, please."
He got on the bed and got in a kneeling position in front of me, right between my legs. Bill lifted my ass off the bed a little and poised his cock at the center of my slit.
He let the head of it slide into me and held it there.
"Feels hot and wet in that slimy hole of yours ... You got somebody else's come in there?"
"No, I swear I don't ... You're the first one today."
"Feels awfully slippery up that slimy slough ... I think you're lying, bitch."
"All right ... but there was just one, a truck driver," I admitted.
"And you didn't douche out the come?"
"No, I didn't have time ... I wanted to, but there wasn't time."
I felt his cock give a little jump as I told him about the come that was still up there. He shoved his cock into me and put his body over mine, his weight pressing me into the bed.
"Now you're really going to get it, bitch," he snarled.
"Oh, that cock is a lot better than the other one ... A lot better," I moaned.
"You better like this cock, you're going to get a lot of it."
"I love that big cock, it really fills me ... Shove it up there."
"This cock is going to fuck the shit out of you, lying bitch."
"Oh, that's a wonderful cock ... Ram it into me ... Stuff it into my hole."
He started to thrust his cock back and forth into me. I was on the edge of a climax almost before I knew it. Every powerful lunge he sent into me took me a notch higher. I was perched on a high plateau of pleasure, ready to fall into the vast abyss.
"You get any nigger jism up that cunt of yours today?" he asked breathlessly.
"No, not today ... The truck driver was white ... There weren't any others around."
"I don't want to find any nigger come in my woman." He said it in an accent that was almost black. I knew that what he was telling me was really to get some up there before our next date. Then he would punish me for what I had done. That was the way it worked.
"Yeah, fuck that hole ... Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, FUCK IT!" I chanted.
"Yeah, this cock-likes that trash bucket you got for a cunt."
"Oh, fuck that hole ... Really jam that thing up there ... Fill my cunt."
"That garbage hole can't get enough hot come, can it?" he panted as he pounded into me.
"My hole loves come ... It wants to be filled up with it ... Overflowing with it."
"That fucking hole even takes dog dick up it, I bet."
"Yeah, that hole loves a big doggie dick up it ... Ram that thing in there!"
He was going faster and faster and I knew that I couldn't take much more. Every thrust he made into me sent me closer to the top. On and on her went, faster and harder into me.
"You want this cock to come up that cunt, bitch?" he asked.
"Yeah, make that thing come up there ... Shoot it into me ... FILL THAT CUNT!"
"That garbage cunt is going to get another big, heavy load."
As he pummeled my pussy, the first wild orgasm hit me. I pulled and strained against the ropes that held me. The pleasure of it totally enveloped my being. There was nothing else in the world for me except that pounding cock that was driving into me.
There was a spasm in my cunt and it coursed up my body. I shook with it. But he went on. He sent that huge cock of his into me with ever increasing force. The power of his thrusts impaled my hips on the bed. The spasms got harder, like my cunt was trying to clench onto his cock.
The orgasms rushed over me, each one taking me a little farther than the last. They were starting to merge into one another, crashing over me with the force of wild surf during a hurricane. I was tossed and carried by them, a piece of flotsam in their churning foam. I was delirious with the pleasure his pounding cock was producing in my cunt.
"There it is ... There it is ... There's some more come for that hole," he yelled.
He banged into with tremendous force, and orgasm after orgasm went through me. My cunt was convulsing around his cock and I could feel my clit twitching and small spasms in my ass-hole.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned at the top of his lungs.
Bill sank his cock deep within me. His hips jerked as he shot spurt after spurt of scalding come up my slick pussy. That set off a final shattering orgasm in me.
I was carried away by the pure sensation of it. It was glorious. My body writhed beneath him, and I had to gasp and pant to get enough air. I gritted my teeth against it.
When his cock finished spurting, he held it inside me as my senses returned to reality. Both of us were covered with sweat, and our bodies slid easily against each other.
He pulled out of me, crawled around the bed, and held his detumescing cock above my head. He milked out the come that was still in the tube. I opened my mouth, and he shook the large bead of sticky white stuff into my mouth. It was heaven.
The kinds of people I was meeting in the city turned out to be very different from what I had expected when I first started to consider the possibility of living there.
Bill was the closest thing to a glittering person that I knew. He was a stockbroker, and that isn't too unusual in New York. But he was cultured and refined, and he made a very decent income. That was more than I can saw for most of the people I met.
When I was working the day shift, as I had been the day that Bill first tied me up, I got off at three and had plenty of free time before I had to do anything.
What I would do is walk home and change, perhaps have a drink, and then walk down to the river on the west side. There were a few old, rotting piers beyond the dilapidated West Side Highway, and in front of a large yellowish building there was a huge parking lot and an open pier into the water that people could sunbathe on or walk their dogs.
But all along that stretch of West Street, there were hookers who would sell their wares to truck drivers. The drivers knew where to find them. Some of them were real women, but a lot of them were transvestites and transsexuals, and somehow they made a living hooking.
I didn't know that at first, however. Bill took me down there one Sunday when we were out for a walk and explained it all to me. Those were the kind of sights that he was showing me.
He would always say that he wanted me to get to know the neighborhood so that I would know how to act and know what things were, but I knew better than that. Every time he'd show me something new, he meant it to become incorporated in our sex life. But then that didn't bother me.
The first time he showed me Christopher street on a Sunday afternoon, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The place was Valhalla as far as men were concerned. And the percentage of them that were attractive really amazed me. I just gaped when I saw it.
But then he explained to it that they were all gay. Now there are plenty of gay men in New Orleans, but there was nothing like that. It took me a long time to figure out why he had made such a point of showing them to me. But at the time, I only wanted to take it all in.
That afternoon that he took me to the waterfront, he had pointed out which of the hookers were real and which were either men dressed up as women or actual transsexuals. Everything he told me fascinated me. I had known about such things, but reading about them and seeing th'em are two very different things. The variety of life in the city is incredible.
He explained the whole operation of hooking with the truck drivers, and we even watched a transaction take place, and the girl climbed into the cab of the truck. I had wished that we could have heard it as well, and it would have been even better if we had been able to watch. But that was a little out of the question, although I knew I did want to do it someday.
From the next day on, it was a regular part of my schedule, just like going to work or taking a shit. I'd walk down there dressed as much like a hooker as I could manage. I didn't want the people in my building to get suspisious of what I was doing. They knew I was a nurse, and I didn't think the hospital would like my activities. And there were several other people in the building who worked there. I didn't want there to be any gossip about me.
The first day I was scared out of my wits. I didn't know what kind of people I'd run across. And worst of all, I didn't know how to negotiate for doing something or even what I should charge. I had asked Bill about it, but he had hedged. I was finding out that he'd tell me what he wanted me to know and that was it. I had to do the rest.
As I walked around the parking lot next to the river and looked absently at the dull vista of New Jersey across the river, I could feel the eyes of the other girls on me from time to time. I suppose they didn't appreciate the idea of added competition. But this is a capitalist country, I thought, and they'll just have to live with it.
I had considered the idea of doing it for free, but when I realized that the others would probably take some revenge if I did, I had decided against it. They might get hostile if I undercut their prices, but I knew they'd get downright vicious if I gave it away. I'd end up with all the customers, and they'd spend the day walking around for nothing.
The first time was a little hairy, but I managed to pull it off, and I was proud of myself for that. The truck driver had whistled at me, and I had gone over to his cab.
He wasn't too attractive, and he was dirty and unshaven. He offered me ten dollars for a blow job. I turned him down flat and demanded twenty. I didn't know what the going rate was, but that sounded reasonable to me. We compromised on fifteen and I got into the cab of his truck.
He turned the truck around so that we were facing the river, then he opened his pants and pulled them down. His prick was limp, so he pumped it a little with his hand.
When there was enough there so that it was at least of a respectable size, he pulled my head over it. I opened my mouth and put it in. As I sucked, it got harder and harder, and when it was fully erect, I really went at it. It still wasn't really that large.
After a few minutes of intense sucking, he came in my mouth. That was really about the only good part of it. But I was proud of myself because I had been able to do it. I didn't do anything else that first time. But I did buy myself a nice steak.
After I started going there on a regular basis, I got to know some of the other "girls." One was a buxom Negress whose same was Wanda, or at least that's what she called herself.
She always used to stand on West Street with her blouse unbuttoned and her large tits exposed. She would stand there like that no matter how cold it was. I asked her why.
"So's they kin see that Ah'm real, honey, that's whah," she told me.
I liked the idea that a genteel girl from one of the better sections of New Orleans who had a relatively decent education was hooking in a seedy place like that. The very incongruity of what I was doing had an appeal to me that I really can't explain to this day.
Bill got off on it too, but we never really talked about it unless we were having sex. The only exception was those few times when he wasn't really turned on, and I was hot. I'd casually drop the fact that a couple of truck drivers had come in my cunt and another two came in my mouth. That was a sure-fire way to get him turned on. It never failed.
Then things started to show up around his apartment. The first one was a dildo, and I found it in the silverware drawer. It was a huge thing, even bigger than his cock, and I asked him why it was there. He was hard half the time, so I really didn't think it was necessary.
"Who said it was for you?" he asked me in return.
"No one did ... It's just that the thing looks like I cock, so I assumed...."
"Never assume anything, dear ... If you break that word down, it comes out to be 'ass-u-me.' That's what happens when you assume things."
The next thing that I found was something that he called a "butt plug." It was sitting in the middle of the coffee table one evening when I came over for dinner. I didn't know what it was for at first. It had a smooth rounded tip, then it flared out, then got smaller at the base of it and then flared out a bit again. It was very odd looking at first until I understood its function.
"Just a little something you might like to wear while you're working," he told me.
After he explained how it went up your ass and the sphincter muscle held it in by closing around the indentation at the base of it, I saw how it worked. The design of it made sense to me then, but I still couldn't conceive of what pleasure it would bring to wear it.
But I took it home and tried it out the very next day. There was a twinge in my clit as I pushed the thing up me. I had covered the surface of it with Vaseline, and it went in easily. There was a little pain as the widest part of it parted my sphincter, but then it felt nice.
I quickly found that I liked having it in me. Every time I sat down, I could feel it pushing its way a little farther up me. And when I walked, I could feel the thing sliding in me. Every movement made produced a different sensation. I was wet all day.
I called Bill that evening and said that I had to see him. My pussy was on fire and I had to find something that would quench the flames. He supplied it. But it wasn't until he had fanned the flames into a full scale conflagration that he doused them.
Then there was the long double pronged dildo. It had a cockhead on either end of it. It seemed like something that perhaps two women would use, or perhaps two men. But we put the thing to good use. He put one end of it up my cunt and the other end of it up his ass-hole. We slid into the greased-up thing until our bodies connected. It was nice.
He finally told me the little shop in the village where such goodies were available. There are several of them, but one store on Seventh Avenue has the most complete selection.
It was only a couple of blocks from the hospital, and I went there right after work the next day. I wanted to buy the place out, but I restricted myself to only a few items. I bought the biggest vibrator they had and a string of round balls on a rope. The balls were to put up your ass-hole and slowly pull out while fucking. The man at the store was very nice about explaining what things were for. And I wasn't shy about asking.
I started making a one-a-week visit to the store, and every time I did, I had to run home and put whatever I bought to use. I had some exquisite sessions with myself using those things. And as my collection grew, so did my sexual repertoire.
But the more I got, the more I wanted. After a few months, I had the feeling that I could take anything Bill was getting more and more aggressive in the things he was doing to me, and the more he did, the more I wanted him to do. There were no limits for me.
It got so that whenever we had sex, it took hours to do all the things that I wanted to have done to me. I didn't want to leave anything out. It would start by him tying me to the bed and putting strong clamps on my nipples. Then he'd pull at the clamps until my breasts were as distended as they could possibly get. Then he'd work me over with the riding crop or one of the whips that he had purchased. From there it would go on to any number of things. I even got to enjoy having a cigarette put out on my nipple.
I was becoming obsessed with my desires, a prisoner of the passions that raged within me. It was all I could thing of while I was working, and about all I did when I wasn't at work. I was totally absorbed in it, completely taken over.
PART THREE
I was beginning to think that I had gone as far as I could go. I didn't think there was anything left for me to do, and that was starting to depress me a bit.
Then one cold Saturday night in January, Bill took me to the Chateau Twenty One. I had no idea that such places even existed. I knew they had swing clubs in New York, and Bill and I had gone to one of the most famous ones, but both of us found it a little tame.
I think that he knew about this place a long time before he took me there. He was just holding out on me. I guess it was a good idea, because that was the beginning of the end. Once I had a taste of what I could really do, I went from a prisoner of my lust to being a total slave to it. I was nothing more than an abject slave from that moment on.
The place is on Twenty First Street, and it's in the warehouse district of Manhattan. There's no sign outside the building, and there were no people around the night we first went there. Bill led me to a doorway and pressed a buzzer. Once we went inside, we had to take a creaky freight elevator to the fifth floor. I didn't think anyone would be there.
But the place was crowded. It cost thirty five dollars for us to get in, but it was very well worth every cent of it. And that included all you wanted to drink as well as a free buffet. The food was pretty good, but I didn't eat much of it that first time.
Bill and I checked our clothes once we were inside. He changed into a pair of chaps with nothing underneath them, and I got into my leather bikini with a slit cut in the bottom part and holes in the top so that my nipples stuck out. I wore a pair of high heeled shoes, and he wore heavy boots. Each of us carried a small bag with playthings in it.
We got a drink at the bar and Bill took me on a tour of the place. We walked through a wide hallway into a large room adjacent to the bar. There was a stage at the far end of it and mats along the walls. The place was very dimly lit, but I could see couples fucking on the mats here and there. So far, I thought it was fairly tame and said so.
"Wait until we get downstairs," Bill told me.
"You mean there's more than this?"
"A lot more."
We passed a wall behind the stage, and there was a very dark room before we came to the red glow that was the stairwell. In the dark room, I made out a woman dressed as a dominatrix whipping a man whose wrists were held to the wall with manacles. That made my pussy start to get moist. I thought I was going to like the place after all.
We walked down the stairs and found ourselves in another dark room. There were more people pinioned to the wall, and some of them were alone. It looked as if their partners had left them their while they went off and did something else. I thought about Bill doing that to me and more fluids seeped into my warm pussy. Then we came to a brighter room.
Now I knew I was really going to be a regular there. In one corner was a bathtub, and a rather pretty young woman was sitting in it and a handsome man was pissing on her. Bill and I had never done that, and I wanted to take her place as soon as I could.
On the other side of the room, there was a dense crowd of people. I couldn't see what they were watching at first, but as Bill and I joined them, they kept shifting around, and finally we got close enough to see what was going on. There was a table there something like an operating room table, and a woman was held prone on it with straps.
There was a man standing next to her with a whip in one hand, and a razor blade in the other hand. As we watched, he brought the cutting edge of the blade to her breast and made a small slice with it. A trickle of blood ran down the side of the woman's tit.
There was a sharp twinge in my clit as I watched the scene. After he made the cut, the man gave her a lash with the whip. It made a red welt across her tummy. She strained and writhed against the straps that held her in place. He brought the whip down again.
"I have to have it ... I really need it," I told Bill in a whisper.
"Hold on, baby ... You'll get it eventually," he told me.
My pussy was getting so wet watching all that that I felt like I could do squat jumps on a fire hydrant. The more I saw, the hotter I got. By that time, I thought the place was divine.
Bill pulled me away from the group and led me through a doorway at the side. There was a narrow hallway, and it opened into a large room that was totally covered with mirrors. A woman was lying on a bench just as we entered, and another woman dressed in leather from head to toe was hitting her with a riding crop and shoving a dildo in and out of her cunt. The one on the bench was letting out a constant moan.
But it was the scene at the far end of the room that really turned me on. I'd never seen anything like it before, and as we moved in closer, I was transfixed by it.
There were two metal posts that were imbedded in the concrete floor of the place. Between them, lying on his back, a nice looking young man was chained to the posts. A slender woman was sitting on his chest with her back resting against his face. There was another woman who had short hair and who was dressed in blue jeans and chaps with a leather vest. She had a whip with a thick lucite hand grip on one end, and she was ramming that end of it into the woman's cunt. A second man who wasn't too attractive was whipping all three of them.
There were a few others watching including a man who was dressed as a dominatrix, the thick hair of his chest sticking out above the black long-line bra he was wearing.
Several of the men watching the scene had their hard cocks out and were playing with them as the looked on. I reached down and put my finger through the slit in my bikini bottom.
As soon as I pressed the top of my cleft, a surge of pleasure went through my body.
I reached to Bill's midsection and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was almost hard when I touched it, and it came to a full erection a few seconds later. I held the head of it tightly, and I could feel the throbbing of it through my fingers. At the same time, I put my index finger into the top of my cunt and pressed directly on my clit.
That sent a wave of pleasure through me. I started to run my finger back and forth across my clit as I watched the spectacle before me. The woman getting the end of the whip shoved up her pussy was gasping for breath with all the pleasure she was experiencing.
The man with the whip brought it down on the woman's shoulder and she thrust her hips into the whip. The man who was chained to the floor had a raging hard-on and the woman on his chest was pumping it up and down as the end of the whip went back and forth in her cunt.
The young man on the floor arched his hips as much as he could, and as she pumped away at his cock, it started to spurt. The first powerful squirt hit the hand of the woman who was thrusting the whip up the other woman's cunt. The next landed at the base of the woman's cunt, and the thick whip handle that was being pounded into her picked it up. it up. The leather clad man brought his whip down onto her again and again.
Finally, the woman had had all the pleasure she could endure, and she stopped the whips movements in her cunt. She was panting heavily by that time. She took a few moments to recover, then she raised herself to a squatting position and started to piss on the man who was chained to the floor. She swung her hips over him so that his entire body was drenched in the stuff. Then, as she continued pissing, she turned herself around and brought her slit to the man's mouth. He opened wide to accept the stream and drank it down in fast gulps. All the while, my finger was rubbing my clit and taking me higher.
I was so hot by that time that I had to have something up my cunt. If Bill wouldn't fuck me, I was going to ask the lesbian with the whip to ram the thing up me.
But as the scene in front of us broke up, Bill shoved me rudely against the mirrored wall. He pushed me so hard that I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror with Bill towering above me. He picked up our two bags and moved closer to me. All the others in the room turned to watch what he was doing.
He kicked me hard in the ass with the toe of his boot. It hurt, but I got hotter.
"Fucking bitch always wants her hot cunt filled," he snarled to no one in particular.
Now that there were others to observe and listen, his words excited me more than they ever had before. There was a strong tingling sensation in my wet pussy.
"My cunt's been good today ... It hasn't had a thing in it," I said.
"Lying bitch!"
He took a whip out of the bag and gave me a heavy blow across my tits. I cringed with the pain that it produced, but the pain was followed by a wild tingling in my nipples.
"All right!" I wailed, "I admit it ... I let two filthy dirty truck drivers come up there."
He brought the lash to me again. "I'll bet one of them was black," he said.
"No, both of them were," I told him.
"And how many did you take with that swamp of a mouth?" he growled.
"Three! Three of them came in my mouth and I swallowed all of it."
"Filthy bitch doesn't like to do anything but have hard cocks put come in her."
"I'll try to be good ... I swear it," I moaned as the whip came into me again.
"You can't do anything but try to satisfy that hot cunt of yours!"
Again and again he brought the lash into me. There were red welts on every part of my body. The inferno it was producing in me threatened to engulf me completely.
"But that poor pussy needs things inside it," I moaned.
"Get on your hands and knees, you slimy slut," Bill ordered me.
"There's holes all over this bitch that need to be filled," he told the others.
He knelt on his knees behind me and inserted his cock into my cunt. I leaned my hips into his cock and rocked back and forth on it. I was desperate for it.
Bill started to pound his cock into me with abandon. As he did it, an attractive man moved in front of me and sat down on the floor, his hard cock jutting up between his crossed legs. It was a good-sized organ and I could see a vein pulsing on the top side of it.
I bent my head down and put my mouth over the top of it and started to suck on it.
Bill rammed into my cunt. The force of his thrusts rippled through my body. My cunt produced more and more juice as he pounded into it, and they mixed with what was left of the come that had been shot up there earlier in the afternoon. I was nearing the edge.
"This cunt is like the Holland Tunnel," he told the audience that had formed, "it takes anything that can pay the toll, and the toll is a hard cock."
I pulled off the cock that I was sucking. "Ram it up there; fuck that slick hole."
"That slew she's got takes anything that will come up it," he told them.
"Fuck that holc.Fuck it hard ... FUCK IT HARD!" I panted.
He slammed into me. I went back to sucking the cock that was in front of me. I went all the way down to the base of the shaft and the thing lodged in my throat, pressing against the walls of my gullet. I came up on it and bobbed back and forth on the head.
"Suck on that root, baby," the man said breathlessly, "take that thing in your hot mouth."
I sucked faster on it as Bill shoved his thick cock into my quivering pussy.
Back and forth his cock went, in and out. It was divine.
Bill picked up the speed of his banging, and
I reached an incredible plateau of pleasure. Every movement that he made touched off a flurry of exquisite sensations in me. I was close to the top.
I sucked as fast as I could on the throbbing cock that was in my mouth. The shaft was slippery with saliva, and I brought my hand to it. As I raised my mouth on the shaft, I followed it with my hand. When I got to the top I pulled my mouth off it and rotated my hand around the slick head. Then I put my mouth to the underside of it and flicked my tongue back and forth across the sensitive area just where the rim of the head disappears into the hole.
"This big cock is going to shoot into that cesspool of yours," Bill muttered as he drove into me.
He hammered into me and I started to fall into a vast abyss of pleasure. The first orgasm shuddered over me and swept me away. There was a spasm in my cunt and my clit twitched.
"Get ready for this load in that garbage dump you call a cunt," Bill gasped.
"And you're about to get another one in your mouth," the man I was sucking said.
As the sensations of the first orgasm ebbed, I sucked harder at the cock in front of me. I could feel it pulsing when I took it all the way into my throat. It was straining against me.
Then another orgasm washed over my body. It filled me with swirls and eddies of pleasure. My cunt convulsed on Bill's thrusting cock. Every jab of the thing thrilled me with delight.
The orgasms came faster and faster. They were coming one right after the other. I had broken out into a sweat, and I had lost all track of time and space. I was locked in an infinity of pleasure. There was no beginning and no end to it. It totally consumed me.
"There it is ... There it is ... THE RE IT IS!" Bill shouted as he pummeled my pussy.
My cunt went into a series of rapid convulsions and my body shook with them. Then all the orgasms welled up inside me and crashed over me. I managed to keep bobbing on the cock in front of me as the tumult swept through me. I was completely delirious with it.
Then Bill gasped and drove his cock deep inside me. His hips spasmed with each strong spurt that he sent into my cunt. My pussy was burning with his scalding come in it, and I went over the top again. Blinding flashes seared my brain as the shattering orgasm took mc.
The man in front of me let out a loud sigh and stopped the motions of my head. Then I felt the first forceful burst of his come against my tongue. The salty sweet taste of it pervaded my senses, and I moved my tongue to his spurting hole and pressed it against it. His squirts pounded against my tongue, one after the other. When he was finished, I swallowed it.
Bill held his cock in me for a long moment after he finished coming. Then he pulled out.
"That slimy slew of hers is open for business again," he told those watching.
As soon as he was away from me, there was another cock thrust up there. After the man took a few strokes, I was in the throes of ecstasy again as more orgasms hit me. They thundered through me, and I had the sensation that it was raining in my cunt. I was producing fluids like a cloudburst, more than I thought the thing was capable of.
Then the man shot a heavy load up there and another took his place. There was another cock in front of me and I went down on it without even looking at what was attached to it.
I don't know how long it went on. The orgasms just kept coming, and I kept sucking away at whatever was put in front of me. When a cock would come in my mouth, I'd savor the taste of it, then I'd drink the stuff down. I could feel the jism coating my insides.
Finally, one of the men started sucking on my dripping cunt. He buried his face in it and poked his tongue into my slippery hole. That set me off again. As he finished, another cock came in my mouth. I was totally exhausted, so I stood up.
To my surprise and happiness, the crowd that had gathered broke into applause when I faced them. My chin was slick and glistening with the come that had dribbled out of my mouth, and the stuff was starting to drip out of my slit and run down my leg.
As they clapped, Bill came to me and gave me a hard kiss. We opened our mouths to each other, and he poked his tongue in and swirled it around inside my mouth. I felt wonderful.
We went upstairs arm and arm. As we sat in the bar and recovered with several drinks, some of the people in the place stopped by our table to say hello. One woman even said that she thought we might become the new stars of the place. I hoped it would happen.
After that night, of course, we were regulars. And if Bill wasn't available on a weekend night, I went by myself. I wanted to have it all, and I didn't want to wait for it.
It was there that I finally discovered the joy that having another woman dominate me could bring. I hadn't thought that I would like such a thing, but I soon found that I craved it.
There was one dominatrix that I particularly lusted after. Her name was Andrea, and they told me that she was internationally famous.
She charged hundreds of dollars to dominate a man, but I had been informed that most of the time she was available without charge to an attractive woman. I looked for her every night I was there, but never saw her.
One night I was sitting alone at the bar having a drink, again dressed in my leather bikini, and the bartender gave me a knowing nod. I knew right away what it meant.
I turned slowly in my seat as a statuesque brunette sat down in a chair at a table. The woman who was with her went to the bar for a their drinks and quickly returned.
"Does that mean she's taken since she's with someone?" I whispered to the bartender.
"Hell no, that's just one of her girls ... Doesn't mean a that I watched them out of the corner of my eye as they sat there. The other woman didn't say a word to Andrea. And Andrea herself was the picture of confidence and serenity.
As soon as I finished my drink, I went to the coat check and retrieved my purse. When the girl behind the counter gave it to me, I went to my wallet and took out a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The idea of paying for an experience like that excited me.
I folded the bill in half, and stood behind Andrea. Her dark hair was shimmering in the dim light of the room. Her body was svelte and supple, and I yearned for her brutal caresses.
I moved to her side and slipped the bill into the cup of the black long-line brassiere, but I was careful that my fingers didn't come in contact with her skin. Then I moved in front of her, admired her beautiful face for a brief instant and got down on my hands and knees. I put my arms on the floor and folded them and put my head in them. I wanted to supplicate myself to her to a degree that I had never known. My pussy was starting to get wet.
"This must be the one I've heard about," she said to her companion.
"I'm sure it is," the other woman said. There was a twinge in my cunt.
I was pleased that people were talking about me. And I was doubly gratified that this woman had heard about me. I was hopeful that she would take me on. I was ready for anything.
Then I felt the toe of her black stiletto heeled shoe against the side of my face. She made a little circle as she held it there. Then she brought her heel to my cheek. She pressed it into me and I felt a chill run up my spine. Andrea moved her foot away and the next thing I felt was her toe making solid contact with the side of my face.
The force of the kick bowled me over. A sharp twinge gripped my pussy. The kick alone had been worth the hundred dollars. She could do that as often as she liked.
"Get away from me, slut," she hissed. "I wanted to have a quiet drink."
I crawled into the hallway that led to the back rooms on my hands and knees. Then I got up and made my way downstairs as fast as I could. My cunt was getting hotter and wetter.
They way that she told me to leave and the kick told me that she was going to take me on. If she weren't, she wouldn't have bothered to give me such pleasure. She was marvelous.
I stood in the room that had the table and waited for her. It occurred to me to get on the table, but then I realized that I shouldn't do anything without an order from her. I went over into a corner, sat down and bent my head into my knees. I maintained that position while I waited for the woman. No one else bothered me as I sat there.
Then I felt the lash of a heavy whip connecting with my flesh.
It stung me, but the knowledge of who was wielding the thing made my clit twitch.
"Get to the table, you piece of shit slut," she rasped.
I crawled over to the table and climbed up on it and lay on my back. The whip cracked across my chest as I lay there. Andrea's slave secured my hands and feel with the heavy leather straps that were attached to the table. When I was secured, Andrea came to the table and looked down at my face. Then she spit on me. My juices flowed.
"You're nothing but a piece of shit, and that's how I'm going to treat you," she snarled.
I didn't say anything. I was getting so hot waiting for her to start that I didn't think I could stand it. She gave me just the right amount of time to anticipate it. She was a genius.
Her slave was holding a large bag, and the woman opened it as Andrea surveyed my body.
Andrea moved to my midsection and took out a huge vibrator from the bag. She switched it on and dipped a finger into my cunt. She swirled it around and around once it was in my hole.
"The slut bitch is wet as a sewer after a storm," Andrea said.
Then she centered the vibrator on my hole and shoved it in as hard as she could. As soon as it was up me, my entire pelvis was filled with tingling vibrations. A wave of pleasure swept over my as my cunt pressed against the thing and my clit twitched.
Then the pleasure was tempered with pain as her whip cracked across my tits. The blow fell directly on my nipples, and the hard things radiated pleasure as the sting left them.
Andrea went to the bag and retrieved a pair of metal tit clamps. She applied them to my nipples, and they pressed hard into the flesh of them. She pulled my tits up with the clamps and the pain was excruciating. I had to suppress a moan of pleasure.
She let them fall back to my body. The vibrator was sending wave after wave of exquisite pleasure through me. It was forcing me higher and higher. I was close to the edge.
Andrea went to my pubic hair. She clutched both her hands around it and pulled it as hard as she could. Some of them were pulled out, and the action produced a fierce pain at the top of my mound. In addition, my clit was pulled away from the vibrator.
Then her slave handed her a lit cigarette. She kept it in one hand and pulled the hairs taut. Andrea moved the burning ember of the cigarette to my skin and started to singe off the pubic hairs. She burned them just at the skin line so that the cigarette burned my skin as well as the hairs. The searing pain raced through me, and my nostrils were filled with the acrid smell of burning hair. The smell of the singed flesh mixed with it.
When she finished, she moved back to my head. Her slave handed her a round bowl and she held it under her crotch. I heard the sound of her piss splashing into the bowl.
When her stream dwindled to a trickle and finally stopped, she held the bowl over me and let the warm yellow fluid dribble onto my face. She moved the bowl so that my hair was drenched with the stuff, then she let it sting my eyes. Finally, the edge of the bowl was over my mouth. I opened my mouth and started swallowing as rapidly as I could.
When it was finished, there was a pause and the action of the vibrator in my cunt and the excitement of what she was doing to me swept me almost to the top. Inch by delicious inch, I was nearing a powerful orgasm. It was so divinely decadent that I wanted to cry out with pleasure.
Then I felt the cold touch of metal against my breast. A shiver went through me.
"I think I'll cut me a piece of this slut bitch," Andrea hissed.
By this time a dense crowd had formed around the table, but they left enough room so that Andrea and her assistant could maneuver. They applauded what she said.
I felt the edge of the razor blade she was holding against me sliding against my skin. She cut a thin line down the side of my breast and
I felt blood trickle down my sides.
It didn't hurt so much as she cut, but as soon as she was finished, a strong pain gripped my chest. I thought she had done something else to me, but she hadn't. She went around the table to the other breast and made a similar incision in it. Not deep, but long.
I was so close that I couldn't stand the pleasure. The vibrator was exquisite, and the pain she created in my body was just enough so that I stayed right on the edge without going over. My body was aching for a climax. I thought I'd die if I didn't have one.
But Andrea put her hand to the base of the vibrator and switched it off. Then she pulled the thing out of me. The letdown in the level of my sensations was incredible, but the need for a climax was even greater in me. My clit was twitching and there was a twinge in my cunt.
I felt her assistant undoing the straps that held me in place. T looked at Andrea.
"Follow me, slut bitch," she commanded me.
I got off the table and went to my hands and knees. I crawled along just at her heels. The cement floor against my bare knees was painful, and I felt them being scraped raw.
She went through the other room in the basement and led me up the stairs. When we got to the top, she went to the wall that was just in back of the stage. She stopped and ordered me to stand up. She went into the bag and got a hammer and a long nail.
Andrea pressed my right breast against the wall and centered the nail on it. My nipples were throbbing from the pressure of the clamps on it. With one blow, the nail sank through my breast and into the wall. She gave it another to secure it. Pain blinded me.
"That'll keep you under control for a while, slut bitch," she said and walked away.
Everyone else left with her, and I reached down and put my finger into the top of my slit. As I touched my clit, I hit a fabulous orgasm. And as I started to rub my clit, I hit one after the other. It was glorious.
She came back for an hour later and let me go, but that was even more painful than pounding the nail in. She had to press the claw of the hammer into my already swollen tit to get at the nail. After she was finished, I put my finger on my clit and gave myself another round of powerful orgasms. She watched me while they shuddered through me.
"Now you're one of my girls," she told me. "No one else touches you, got that?"
"Yes."
Now I'm hers to do with as she-likes. I have to be at her beck and call twenty four hours a day. My life is nothing but work, anticipation of her call and joyously serving her needs. I wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, it's the only way that I can have it now. Nothing else has the slightest interest for me. I'm her slave, a prisoner of both pleasure and pain, each accentuating the other.
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BITCH BOARDING SCHOOL
PART ONE
Miss Palmer's School on Croton-on-Hudson, New York, is a thirty minute train ride from the teeming metropolis. In attitude, however, it's a continent away.
Miss Palmer's is one of those schools which dot the East Coast trying to take the place of wealthy parents who have no time or energy to expend on their teenage daughters.
In particular, Miss Palmer's caters to those who have either been rejected by other schools or expelled from them for disciplinary reasons. The instructors at the school are allowed considerable freedom in their dealings with the girls. They have years of parental neglect to try to overcome, and the usual methods of censure are rarely effective.
Judy Denton hated the place, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her father had riden with her that afternoon to make sure that she didn't try to run away. He didn't think the chauffeur could adequately cope with her behavior. No one had been able to.
She was just fourteen years old, but she had already been expelled from two other boarding schools. This was the only school her father had been able to find that would take the girl. He had been pleased to find out that its success rate with recalcitrant youngsters was surprisingly good. He hoped it would work with his daughter.
"Fuck you, Daddy," Judy Denton said to her father as he delivered her to an attendant.
"Judy, please ... At least try to act like a lady," he said in frustration.
"Fuck being a lady ... Just because I have a cunt doesn't mean I have to be a wimp."
"I don't mean that, dear."
"Cut the 'dear' shit, fuckhead. If you really loved me, you wouldn't be sending me to this shit hole."
"Now you know how your mother feels, Judy."
"That slut isn't my mother ... She's just another stinking cunt as far as I'm concerned."
Her father rolled his eyes at the burly attendant. The man smiled back at him knowingly.
"Judy, if you behave here, perhaps we can work something out," her father said.
"This fucking place is a jail," she said.
"Try not to think of it that way."
"Like I said, 'fuck you.' I'm not buying that horse shit."
"Well, I have to say goodbye now, Judy," her father said after a pause.
"Yeah, it's high time you fucked off ... And tell that bitch you married that I hope she gets gangrene of the clit and the thing falls off."
He rolled his eyes at the attendant again and left. The attendant showed her past a locked door and down a corridor to her spartan room. There was very little furniture in it besides the bed, a desk and a lamp. She looked at it in disgust.
"You call this shit hole a room?" she asked him.
"Yes, Miss Denton ... The rooms are nice in Kleber Hall, but you can't move there until you learn to behave properly."
"Where's the fucking ashtray?" Judy Denton asked.
"The girls at Miss Palmer's aren't allowed to smoke," he told her. "Well, piss on that."
"We don't allow such language here, Miss Denton ... You'll get in trouble if you talk like that."
"I don't give a rat's ass what kind of rules there are."
"I can assure you that in time you will," he said.
"Who's going to make me?"
"Miss Palmer has her ways ... And I can assure you that they're very effective."
"Well, you can tell the old dyke she can shove them up her twat."
"You can tell her your self ... You see her in half an hour. It's time to get unpacked now."
"Good, I will."
"Goodbye, Miss Denton," the attendant said.
"Fuck off, shit head," she snapped as he departed the room.
She tried to door after he left and found that it was locked. It made her angry.
"Fuck, shit and piss!" she said to the empty room in frustration.
She looked around the room and noticed that the single window was made of heavy glass with crisscrossed wire inside it. Outside there were closely spaced bars.
This place really is a jail, she thought as she put her suitcase on her bed and started to put her clothes in the small closet. She threw her underwear into the drawers at the side of the closet and cursed her fate again. Judy Denton knew this was going to be the worst place yet.
She was sorry that she had born into a family of wealth and social position. She was sorry that her mother had dies when she was five years old. And, most of all, she was sorry that her father had married his pretty young secretary two years ago. She hated the woman and the idea that she was part of her family. She refused to address her with any other word except "cunt," and Judy Denton usually prefaced it with descriptive modifiers.
She sat on her bed and took a cigarette out of the pack in her purse. She was grateful that they hadn't searched her before they brought her to this terrible room. Judy needed a smoke, and she needed it badly. She lit the end of it and inhaled deeply.
Well, fuck these ass-holes, she thought; if the shitheads won't give me an ashtray, I'll just use the fucking floor. Fuck every last one of them! She thought she was being treated unfairly.
She thought of ways to escape the place. There was a tall fence of high wrought iron staves around the grounds, but she thought perhaps she could burrow under the thing.
But then she'd have to find a way of getting out of the locked room, the locked corridor and she assumed a locked front door as well. One or two locks she could deal with, but the prospect of three of them daunted her. It was just touch. She got tired just thinking about it.
The idea of escaping the way she had seen in movies came to her. She thought about hiding out in the back of a delivery truck as it left the grounds. Or perhaps through a large sewer line if there was one. She made a mental note to take notice of her surroundings.
She decided that she would act so mean and hateful that they'd have to kick her out. Even going to public school would be better than this place, she thought. They would have to take her in a public school, and she didn't think the work would be that hard. Then there would be all that lovely freedom after school and on weekends. She'd have to live at home with that dreadful woman around, but Judy thought she could avoid the woman if she tried.
She finished her cigarette and lit another one. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get any alcohol in a place like that, but she had had the foresight to put six joints of marijuana in the bottom of her purse, and there were five Quaaludes in her wallet.
She looked forward to the release they would give her.
Judy Denton lay back on the bed and looked at the featureless ceiling of the room. She took a deep drag off the cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. There were times when she wished she could behave like normal people. Now that she found herself at Miss Palmer's School, she regretted the actions that had brought her there. But as she thought about it, she realized it wasn't the actions she regretted so much as getting caught.
If she had been a little more discreet, she thought, none of this would have ever happened to her. But then she had never been known for her discretion, and she thought that it was too late to learn it at this stage of her life. Then too, she enjoyed being flamboyant.
She stubbed the cigarette out on the floor and lay down on the bed again. As she thought about the rotten state that things had come to in her life, she considered the idea of at least trying to act like a little lady. Perhaps that would help win her the freedom she so much longed for. She didn't know if she could do it, but she thought it might be worth a try. She thought that if she could just keep her temper under control, it might be possible.
Her hand went to her crotch. She pressed against her mound and felt a twinge in her cunt. She was certain that there wouldn't be any possibility of her finding a boy in this place. And with her locked in a single room, there wasn't much possibility of finding a girl either. She hated that state of affairs, but she resigned herself to the use of her finger and the small vibrator that was in her purse. The thing wasn't big enough to really stick into her cunt, but she had devised a way of holding it against her clit to produce the sensations that she liked. She looked at the window in the upper portion of her door and realized that she didn't have much privacy. Then she looked around the room and realized that there was no bathroom. She wondered what she would do about that.
The attendant opened the door and walked into the room. Judy hurriedly removed her hand from her crotch. He looked at the ashes and snuffed cigarette butts on the floor, then at her.
"I told you that smoking wasn't permitted here," he said.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I just had to," she said demurely. She was trying the new act.
"Well, since Miss Palmer hasn't officially given you the rules, I'll overlook it this time ... But don't let it happen again," he told her seriously.
"Oh, thank you," she cooed, "I do want to try to turn over a new leaf."
"You seem to be doing it right now ... This place has an odd affect on people."
"I know, I can feel it already."
"Miss Palmer is ready to see you now," he said.
"Oh, please don't tell her what I said earlier ... You didn't already, did you?"
"No, I didn't say anything."
"Oh, by the way, could you tell me where the bathroom is and how I get there if the door stays locked all the time?"
"It's down at the end of the hall, and all you have to do is push this button," he said as he pointed to the small button at the base of the headboard of the bed. "Only one girl at a time is allowed in there except for mornings and evenings when a matron is on duty there. Who's ever on duty when you buzz will buzz your door open."
"Oh."
"Now follow me, and I'll take you to Miss Palmer's office."
"Certainly ... I'm looking forward to meeting her," Judy said with a smile.
She wasn't sure that this degree of change would be believed, but she wanted to load as much of it on as she could. Her attitude toward lying was that one might as well tell a big lie as tell a small one. Sometimes people tended to believe the big ones more readily than the small ones.
He led her down the corridor and unlocked the door at the end of it. As far as she could see, she was the only one in that bank of rooms. Some of the rooms looked lived in as she looked through the pane of glass in the door, and she assumed the girls were off in another area of the campus doing something. Probably attending classes, she supposed.
Once they were in the lobby, the attendant led her up a wide flight of stairs. The stairs were carpeted and the staircase was very elaborate. She thought from the Tudor look on the outside and details such as she saw on the staircase that the place must have been a private estate at one time or another. There were a number of old mansions in that area that she knew had been turned into schools or other sorts of institutions. No one, it seemed was rich enough to carry on that sort of life anymore. She thought it was too bad.
At the top of the stairs, they went down a wide corridor, then the attendant stopped and knocked on a door. He paused for a moment until a voice told him to come in.
"Miss Denton to see you, Miss Palmer," he said once the door was part way open.
"By all means show her in," Miss Palmer said.
Judy walked into the room and stood before Miss Palmer's immense oak desk. The woman wasn't at all what Judy had expected. Judy had thought that the woman would be some hardened crone who would look almost mannish in her severe clothing. But the woman she saw sitting behind the desk was anything but mannish. Her long reddish hair fell to her shoulders and her attractive face was nicely made up. She was wearing a fashionable light green suit which set off her hair and eyes. She looked to be about thirty five.
"Well, Judy, I'm Miss Palmer and I want to welcome you to my school," she said.
"Thank you, Miss Palmer ... I think I'll like it here."
"Please sit down, my dear ... Make yourself comfortable," Miss Palmer said.
"Thank you." When Judy was ensconced in the chair, Miss Palmer looked at her.
"You'll find that life can be pleasant here if you follow the rules," Miss Palmer told her.
"I'll do my best," Judy said politely.
"I see from the records that have been forwarded to us that you haven't done that in the past," the woman said with a note of skepticism in her voice.
"Well, I have had some problems in that respect," Judy admitted.
"What I've been reading here sounds like more than a 'problem.' Don't you agree?"
"Well, I guess I do, but I'm going to try to change."
"It's going to take a lot for you to change, I think. An arrest for drunk and disorderly conduct, missing bed check two nights in a row, running off with a prep school boy for the weekend, and homosexual conduct with a fellow student to name just a few of your previous infractions. One even involved the possession of drugs. Do you think you can change all that?"
"Well, I can't change what's happened in the past, but I can try with the future."
"Do you really want to?" Miss Palmer asked.
"Oh, I do ... I really do ... I swear that I do," Judy said earnestly "Oh, yes, Miss Palmer, I am.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Miss Palmer called.
Judy turned around and watched the attendant come into the room. He walked to Miss Palmer's desk with his hands closed into fists. When he got to her desk, he turned his fists downward and opened them. Several joints and some pills fell on her desk.
"What's this supposed to mean?" Miss Palmer asked him.
"I found them in her purse. The pills are Quaaludes ... They say 'Rorer 714' on them."
Miss Palmer looked at Judy with a stern expression on her attractive face.
"Why you shithead!" Judy yelled at the man. "You went through my purse."
"Judy, I won't tolerate language like that," Miss Palmer said evenly.
"You're a scumbag just like he is," Judy yelled at her.
"Judy!"
"Fuck you and the shit-assed horse you rode in on! You had no right...."
"Judy," Miss Palmer said, "we inspect everything that passes through our gates."
"I threw the cigarettes away, but I thought you should see these," the attendant said.
"Thank you very much, Larry," Miss Palmer told him. "You can go now."
"Yeah, get the fuck out, ass-hole," Judy ranted.
"Aren't you going to ... I thought you'd want to punish her," Larry said.
"In time ... All in due time."
There was a disappointed look in his eye as he walked out of the room. Miss Palmer leveled her eyes to Judy.
"You almost had me believing what you were saying," she said.
"Oh, fuck it all; FUCK IT ALL TO HELL!"
Judy exclaimed in frustration. With the confiscation of her pills and joints, she felt as if she had nothing to look forward to.
"I order you to stop using such language in my presence."
"You can't order me to do anything, you diesel dyke."
"I FORBID you to say another word, do you understand?"
"Your cunt's got green slime in it if you think you can shut me up."
Miss Palmer picked up a ruler and walked around her desk. She gave Judy a firm whack across the mouth with it. Then she delivered another quick blow to Judy's hands.
"Shove it up your ass and go do a squat jump on a telephone pole," Judy told her.
Miss Palmer hit her as hard as she could across the mouth. Judy winced with the pain.
"You're the abortion that lived," Judy told the woman. "When you were born, they threw away the baby and kept the afterbirth ... The placenta that lived."
Miss Palmer started hitting the girl repeatedly in the mouth with the ruler. She varied the blows with whacks across the side of the girl's pretty face.
Despite the pain, Judy went on. "You were conceived in a gutter when a dog pissed on some ass's moldy shit ... Your cunt's got roaches living in it and you get off when they crawl over your clit ... You've got leprosy of the ass-hole and it's going to fall off."
Again and again Miss Palmer brought the ruler across the girl's face. As she connected with Judy, the vibrations of the blow traveled up her arm. Her pussy started getting wet.
"I've never heard such filth ... You be quiet or I'll beat you within an inch of your life."
"You've got maggots in your clit, and there's a dead rat up your ass-hole," Judy bellowed.
Miss Palmer hit her again. The sides of Judy's face were turning red from the blows, and the girl's lip was broken on the bottom. A trickle of blood oozed from it.
"You eat old cat shit for breakfast ... For dinner you slurp down a miscarriage."
"I DEMAND that you stop that this instant," Miss Palmer screeched as she delivered another blow.
"Go sit on a fire hydrant, slut bitch ... Take it all the way up your slimy hole."
"This is DISGUSTING!" Miss Palmer raged as she tore into the girl again.
"You suck cocks that are dripping with the clap ... You eat your own periods."
Miss Palmer threw the ruler across the room. It bounced off the door and fell to the carpet. She bent over Judy and slapped her face from side to side with her hands. The rain of blows was so heavy that the girl couldn't talk comprehensively. Finally, Judy stopped trying.
When there was no more sound coming out of the girl, Miss Palmer stopped slapping her.
"There'll never be another outburst like that," she told Judy.
"I'll tell my father that you hit me," Judy said with a pout forming on her face.
"I have a signed release to use whatever punishment we see fit," Miss Palmer informed her.
The woman walked back to her desk and sat wearily in her chair. The effort she had expended hitting the girl and her rising excitement had made her weak. But as she looked at the small stream of blood running down the girl's chin, she felt a twinge in her cunt and she was more aware of her moist, warm hole. The more what she had done replayed itself in her mind, the wetter her pussy became. She slid her hand over her mound and pressed it. A wave of pleasurable sensations moved through her body.
"You realize that this means we'll have to do a body search," Miss Palmer said.
"Go ahead, I don't give a flying fuck."
"Your father was right about you ... You are incorrigible."
"You've got a syphilitic cyst in your cunt, and when it breaks, you're going to drink the puss."
"I've heard about enough of that ... Take off your clothes, young lady."
Judy felt a twinge in her clit when she heard it. She hadn't liked what the woman had done to her, but somehow it had set up an odd sort of tingling in her cunt. And just the idea of being naked in front of someone else was exciting for her.
Judy stripped off her clothes as fast as she could. She threw them in a heap beside the chair.
Miss Palmer let her eyes sweep over the young girl's naked body. Her tits were not yet fully developed, and there was only a small bush of pubic hairs at her crotch. The girl had a slender waist and nicely formed legs. Miss Palmer's cunt oozed with fluids.
She walked around her desk to the girl and each step she made caused the outer lips of her cunt to rub against each other. The sensation of it filled her body with pleasure.
"Now I want you to bend over at the waist, Judy," Miss Palmer instructed.
"If I took a shit, you'd gobble it up," Judy said as she bent.
Miss Palmer licked her finger and put it to Judy's ass-hole. She wedged it in and swirled it around the puckered sphincter. Then she pushed it further in and rotated it again. When her index finger was in to the knuckle, she rotated it still another time in the tight hole.
Judy felt a pleasant wave of sensations radiate through her pelvis. Each twirl of the woman's finger made her more excited. Fluids were seeping into her pussy and she was starting to feel hot. Her skin was flushed with the pleasure she felt. It seemed to her that the woman was keeping her finger in her ass-hole longer than necessary, but she liked the sensation of it.
Miss Palmer slowly pulled her finger out of the girl's rectum. "Stand up now," she told Judy.
Judy stood straight, and Miss Palmer moved in front of her. The woman got on her knees and looked at Judy's mound. She put her fingers to it and parted the outer lips.
As Miss Palmer put her finger up Judy's cunt, she purposely ran it over the clit at the top of Judy's cleft. The thing twitched when her finger touched it As she put her finger up the girl's hole, Miss Palmer noticed the wetness of it. She thought that the girl was excited by what she was doing, and she swirled her finger around.
Judy couldn't repress a sigh at the pleasure that it produced. She wanted the woman to keep going, and she was disappointed when the finger was withdrawn. By that time, she was completely aroused, and she knew that her fires had to be quenched.
"All right ... You can put your clothes on now," Miss Palmer told her in a hoarse voice.
Judy dressed as quickly as she could. She was in a hurry to get back to her room so that she could continue what Miss Palmer had started.
Miss Palmer picked up the telephone and instructed Larry to come to her office and escort the girl back to her room. As soon as the attendant had taken Judy away, Miss Palmer stuck her index finger into her mouth. As her saliva rejuvenated the dried fluids, the taste of Judy's cunt filled her senses. The flavor was mixed with a hint of the girl's ass-hole.
Miss Palmer sat behind her desk as hitched up her skirt until it was around her waist. She slipped her finger under the elastic waistband of her panties and nudged it into the top of her slit. As soon as it made contact with her clit, a strong surge of sensation raced through her body. She uttered a low moan with the pleasure she was producing in herself.
She pressed her clit into the folds of skin that surrounded it. Then she started rubbing her finger back and forth on the sensitive little thing. As she went to the base of it, the skin was pulled off the top of it and the sensation of her finger against the bare top of it was exquisite. She started going faster and faster on it and she pressed harder.
There was a spasm in her pussy as the first orgasm hit her. She kept running her finger back and forth on her clit as shudders coursed through her hips. She was gasping for breath.
Another climax swept her away. She twiddled faster and faster as waves of pleasure engulfed her and her entire body started to tremble. Orgasm after delicious orgasm spread through her. She was moaning constantly with the intensity of what she felt.
She yielded totally to the pleasure that her finger was giving her. The orgasms came faster and faster, and then they began to crash into one another. She was caught in a whirling vortex of pleasure, and at that moment she wished she could stay there forever.
A final shattering orgasm convulsed her pussy and she let out a loud yelp. She stopped diddling her clit and pressed her finger against it. Her body was all aquiver with the power of it, and she let the ecstasy engulf her. She was held tightly in the grip of her passion, a slave to its hedonistic demands. As the climax thundered on, she lost track of time and space. Nothing else existed for her except the pleasure she had given herself.
PART TWO
Judy pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as she followed Larry back to her room. The harder she pressed them, the more sensations she received from the folds of her slit rubbing against each other as she walked. Each step sent a new wave of pleasure through her.
"This place sucks donkey dong," she said as they walked down the steps.
"Now Miss Palmer gave you a copy of the rule book, didn't she?" Larry asked her.
"No she didn't ... The bull dyke got so hot sticking her finger up my ass and cunt that she forgot ... I'll bet her pussy was wet as a cesspool."
"You mustn't say such things," Larry said. "I'll give you a copy of the book later."
"Put it up your stinking ass-hole, cocksucker."
"The book clearly states that the girls must speak and behave with decorum at all times."
"Even when a diesel dyke rams a finger up your ass-hole and twat?"
"It was necessary for her to perform a body search," Larry said as he opened the door to the corridor that led to her room. He locked it once they were past it.
"I'll bet the cunt is up there right now smelling her finger."
"You'll never get out of the locked wing using language like that." Larry shook his head.
"Fuck fuck fuck, shit shit shit, piss piss piss, cunt cunt cunt."
"You'll learn one of these days," Larry told her as he opened the door to her room.
As the burly attendant started to close the door of her room, Judy lunged into him and grabbed his crotch. As soon as she got a grip on his cock, she started rubbing it.
"Stop that, Miss Denton," he told her.
She felt it start to swell as she ran her palm back and forth on it. "Fuck me."
"That's out of the question ... I'd lose my job if we got caught."
"There's no one around ... I need something up my hot cunt."
"I ... I can't ... It's not allowed." There was a catch in his voice as he said it.
"I can feel the thing getting harder ... I want it up there."
He tried to pull away from her, but she had a firm grip on his swelling cock. The girl wasn't about to let go of it. The more she rubbed it, the bigger it got. It seemed like a big one to her.
"It can be quick ... I've got to have something up there ... If you don't fuck me, I'll have to stick the lamp up there, and I might get electrocuted ... Please?"
Larry's cock had reached a full erection, and it made a tent in the white trousers he was wearing. He looked quickly down the corridor, then moved into her room and shut the door.
"This will have to be fast," he said to her.
"All right, but get it up there right away . . .That cunt is hot."
Judy Denton threw herself on the bed and pulled down her panties. She pulled her dress up around her waist and spread her legs apart.
Larry unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. He pushed them along with his underwear down to his ankles. His thick cock jutted out from between his legs. It gave a little jump.
"That's a nice prick you've got there," Judy said to him.
"Well, it just comes with the body." It embarrassed him to have a girl compliment him on the size of his cock, but it made him feel proud at the same time.
"Stick that thing up this hot cunt ... Shove it on up there." Judy put her hands to her mound and parted the outer lips of her cunt to reveal the pinkness inside.
Larry got on the bed and knelt in front of her. He put his finger into her hole and pushed it in as far as it would go. He made slow cirles with it before he started pushing it in and out.
"I want that cock up there ... Put that thing inside me ... Ram it up there." Judy felt pleasure from what he was doing with his finger, but she needed more, and she didn't want to wait for it.
"I was just making sure it was wet enough," Larry said.
"That thing is wet enough for a horse's dick, so get that thing inside."
Larry leaned his body over hers and rested his weight on his forearms beside her. He kept his hips raised into the air so that his cock was poised before her open slit.
Judy let go of her outer lips and put one hand around the base of his cock. As Larry lowered his hips to her, she guided his cock to her hole with her hand. She raised her hips to it.
Judy felt a wave of pleasure pass through her body as the head of Larry's cock made contact with her mound. She moved it over so that it was directly over the center of her slit.
As he lowered himself more, the head of it entered her outer folds. Then she felt it pushing against her cunt. She gave her hips a thrust and the hole yielded and admitted the head of his cock. Larry continued to lower himself until he was buried to the hilt inside her moist warm hole. He kept himself deep within her for a long moment, then he pulled half way out and thrust his cock back into her. Judy let out a long sigh.
"Oh, fuck that cunt ... Ram that cock up there as hard as you can."
"Does your pussy like that cock inside it?"
"God, my cunt loves it ... You can fuck that thing as hard as you want to."
Larry pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed his cock into her slippery hole. He set up a series of rhythmic strokes in and out of her slick passageway.
"Oh, God, just keep fucking that hot cunt ... Slam that cock into it," Judy urged.
Larry gave her a powerful thrust that impaled her hips to the bed. Judy let out a sigh.
"Faster ... Give it to me faster," she pleaded.
Larry picked up the tempo of his strong thrusts. He went into her cunt faster and faster, harder and harder. He could feel his cock pressing against the walls of her cunt each time he buried the entire length of his thick shaft in her pulsing cunt.
"Harder!" Judy said breathlessly.
Each stroke that he made inside her moved her clit and sent a wave of pleasure through her. The sensations were getting stronger as the front part of her cunt became fully engorged and pressed harder against his cock. Each stroke was taking her higher and higher.
"Pound that pussy ... Pound that pussy ... POUND IT!" she chanted.
"Is that pussy getting hot from this cock?"
"That cunt is on fire ... FUCK IT!"
"God, this cock of mine-likes being in that pussy."
"Ram it up there ... Fuck that cunt ... FUCK IT HARD!"
Larry started going as fast as he could in and out of her wet pussy. Judy was generating more and more fluids as he pummeled her cunt, and it was getting slicker and slicker.
He drove into it. His cock got harder as he slammed into her, and he managed to go a little bit faster with it. The bed was shaking and creaking with the force of his thrusts.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Harder and faster.
He rammed his cock into her wet cunt, every thrust bringing her closer to the edge. In. Out. Back. Forth. Harder. Faster.
Judy was perched on a high plateau of pleasure. Her passions were swirling around her, creating a tornado of sensations that held her on the edge of a vast abyss. Without a chance to even peer into it for a split second, his cock plunged her into it.
"Oh, God ... God ... God ... GOD!" she panted as the first climax hit her.
A spasm started at the base of her cunt and worked its way through her hips. It rippled through her chest and joined the sensations her nipples were giving her as they pressed against his chest. Even through her bra, she enjoyed the sensations they produced. He kept ramming into her. Time after time.
One powerful stroke after the next.
Another orgasm hit her and produced a rapid series of spasms in her cunt.lt seemed to her that the thing was trying to grab onto his pounding cock. Her body trembled with it.
"That's cock's about ready to come in that hot pussy," Larry rasped through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, shoot that hot jism up there ... SHOOT IT!"
"Yeah, that cock's going to fill up that juicy pussy."
"Fill it ... Fill ... Fill it...."
Her orgasms were coming one after the other and their was one convulsion of her cunt after the other. She was moaning constantly with the pleasure of it. Each powerful orgasm produced a blinding flash that consumed her brain. She was lost to the ecstasy of it.
"Yeah, there it is ... There it is ... THE RE IT IS!" Larry hissed through his gritted teeth.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-OH-OH-OH-OH" Judy gasped in a stacatto voice.
The orgasms welled up in her body and she started to shake from hear to toe. Her feet and hands were myotonic with the spasms that had finally reached them.
Larry took another plunge into here and thrust his huge cock deep inside her.
"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!" he groaned as the first powerful shot erupted from the hole of his cock.
His hips jerked as one strong shot after the other spewed out of his cock and coursed up her pulsing cunt. His hips jerked with each load that he sent up her. Then the shots were weaker, and at the end, the hot white come just dribbled out of his cock.
His jerking cock and the warmth that his hot jism produced in her cunt, sent Judy into a final blitzkrieg of an orgasm. It raged through her body and pounded at the shores of her very being. She shuddered and shook with the overwhelming power of it.
Larry kept his cock lodged deep inside of her after he finished coming. The final convulsions of her pussy around his cock gave him an unusual excitement, almost like he was coming for a second time. But it felt like a different kind of climax, oblique compared to the first.
As his cock started to fall, he pulled it out of her wet cunt. Judy reached down to it, pressed her finger along the tube on the underside of it and a globule of come formed at the hole. She took it on her finger and transferred it to her mouth.
"I gotta get going, Miss Denton," Larry told her.
"All right, shit head, get the fuck out," she snapped.
"That's no way to talk, especially after...."
"You're a pretty good fuck, but you're still a shit head and an ass-hole in my book."
Larry got off the bed and adjusted his clothing. He shook his head again as he left the room.
Judy put her dress down and lay back in the bed. She tried to think of a solution. Her mind wandered.
She had to think of either a way out or a way to make the place tolerable.
There was no way that she was going to allow herself to be treated that way.
As she thought about it, she thought about Miss Palmer.
That had to be the key to it, she thought.
If there was a way to get to the woman, there might be a solution.
One thing she needed was an ally, or several if she could find them.
She hadn't seen another girl around the place all afternoon.
That seemed a little strange to her, but she accepted it.
As she lay there, she couldn't wait for the other girls to return.
She thought that since there were others who were locked up like she was, they might be willing to help her. Then she started thinking about the other things she'd like to do to them.
Although she had had a fabulous orgasm with Larry, she knew that later she'd be ready again.
And doing sex with the other girls might help win her a friend or two.
It had worked to some extent at the other two schools she had attended.
But not to the extent that she needed it to work at this place.
The girls were friendly to her in private, but they still wouldn't be seen with her.
She was simply too notorious. No one wanted the faculty or staff to associate them with her.
It had bothered her, but had long since become resigned to the situation.
She went through the range of options in her mind.
There was no way that she was going to get any assistance from her family.
It looked like it was impossible to get out of the place.
And after what had happened that afternoon, it wouldn't help to try to be good. She was a little sorry now that she'd lost her temper so badly.
But the act of rifling her purse had so annoyed her, she couldn't help herself.
She didn't think that a few joints and some Quaaludes would make that much difference.
She tried to formulate a plan in her mind, something that would help her.
Now if she could get something on Miss Palmer, that might be a solution.
But she couldn't think of how she was going to do that.
There must be something in the woman's background that she wanted to hide, Judy thought.
Everyone had a skeleton or two rattling around in a dusty closet someplace, she thought.
Now, if there were a way to find out what it is.
But then she lapsed into despair again. Locked in her room didn't give her any means to search it out.
She tried to keep herself from getting depressed, but it was difficult.
It seemed as if there was just on "Oh, yes, Miss Palmer, I am."
PART THREE
At four thirty the other girls started to trickle back to the locked wing. Judy could only stare out the window in her door at them. The few who passed her window waved at her.
She wanted to talk to them, but it was impossible. One girl gave her the finger, but there was a big smile on her face, so Judy reciprocated with the gesture and a beaming smile.
Judy had the impression that she might actually like the place if she weren't confined to her tiny room. Some of the girls she saw appeared to be her kind of people.
Judy Denton pressed the button on the leg of the bedstead and a few seconds later the door of her room made a buzz and she pulled it open. She went down the corridor to the John.
As she was sitting in the stall, another girl entered the one next to hers. She was surprised since Larry had told her that only one girl at a time was allowed in the place.
"What's your name?" the girl asked.
"Judy ... Judy Denton. I just got here today."
"I'm Kathy Andrews ... I've been at this dump for two months."
"I thought they only allowed one of us in her at a time," Judy said.
"Oh, they don't know I'm here."
"How did you get out?"
"That's easy. . .When you go back to your room, you slide a piece of paper or something between the door and the latch so that the pin can't go all the way in."
"Oh, thank you for telling me," Judy said.
"The only reason I came down here was to meet you," Kathy said.
"Are you the one that gave me the finger?"
"The one and only."
"Well, I'm glad to meet you," Judy said as she finished peeing.
"Maybe we can get together later," Kathy said.
Judy felt a twinge in her pussy. "Yes, I think I'd like that," she said.
"I'll fill you in on the way things work around here."
"Good. I've been locked in that lousy room all afternoon."
"You got any drugs?" Kathy asked.
"That ass-hole Larry found them ... It really pissed me off."
"You didn't leave them in your purse, did you?"
"Yeah. Now I know that it was stupid ... I wish I'd known ... I would have hidden them someplace."
"I thought they must have gotten you for something when I saw that your lip was swollen."
"Oh, that was because I mouthed off to the bitch."
"You mean Miss Palmer?"
"Yeah, I told her she had roaches in her cunt."
"You didn't!"
"I did ... And I told her she had maggots in her clit."
"I love it!"
"But I got a good fuck from Larry when he brought me back."
"Oh, God, that makes my clit tingle."
"Well, maybe we can do something about that later," Judy told her.
"Oh, good! I was going to diddle myself, but now I'll wait."
"I'll make it worth it."
"You better."
When Judy got back to her room, she put two pieces of paper in the door when she closed it. Even though she had no place to go, and didn't plan anything at the moment, she wanted to know that she could get out if she wanted to. It made her feel better just knowing it was possible.
All the doors buzzed open at six o'clock and Judy went into the corridor when she saw other girls passing her window. There was a large cart at the end of the corridor and Larry was handing each girl a tray. She took hers and went back to her room with it. The food was terrible.
When she returned the tray, Larry scanned it to make sure that all the silverware was accounted for. It made Judy feel like she was in prison. She hated it.
At eight o'clock there was a knock on her door. It was Kathy, and she opened her door eagerly. She wanted to find out as much as she could about the place as well as do other things with the girl. And Judy wanted to see if the two of them could work out something to make their lives a little more pleasant. Judy didn't think she could go on very long under those conditions. It was just to odious to think about. It had to get better.
"So what do you do all day?" Judy asked Kathy when they both sat down on her bed.
"There are classes from nine until four, and then there are sports if you're interested."
"Fuck sports."
"They make you do at least one ... I swim ... At least that's inside."
"Good, then that's what I'll do too," Judy told her.
"Are you any good?" Kathy asked. "I'm terrible, but who gives a shit?" "That's the spirit, kid ... I can tell that we're really going to be good friends."
"I hope so."
"The classes are dull as hell, but they aren't very hard ... That's one good thing."
"Oh, I thought the academic work was supposed to be hard," Judy said.
"They tell everyone that it is, but it's a piece of cake ... All they want you to do is learn how to behave ... And that's one thing I steadfastly refuse to do."
"Me too."
"And another thing ... They all think Miss Palmer is the greatest thing since sliced bread."
"She's a turd ... A real piece of shit as far as I'm concerned ... Look at this lip."
Judy turned her face to the girl and stuck out her lower lip a bit. It was swollen all out of proportion to the upper lip, and a scab had formed in the center of it.
Kath bent her head and kissed Judy's disfigured lip lightly. "It's not so bad," she said.
"I'm going to get even with that bitch if it's the last thing I do."
"How?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll find a way."
"Here, let's smoke this first," Kathy said. She put her fingers into her bra and pulled out a joint. She went back for a pack of matches and lit the thing.
"Oh, God, I'm glad you've got this," Judy said as Kathy passed her to joint.
"You need something around this place just to get through the day."
"You ever get caught?" Judy asked the girl.
"Why do you think I'm still in this wing?" Kathy asked.
"I was meaning to ask you about that ... Now I guess I don't have to."
"Yeah, these fuckers watch me like a hawk, but I still get my kicks."
They smoked the rest of the joint in silence. As the effect of it came over them, they put their arms around each other's shoulders. It made Judy feel warm and secure.
When the joint was so small that it threatened to burn their lips, Kathy stubbed it out on the floor and put what was left into the bottom drawer of Judy's desk.
"Save them and we'll make a joint out of the roaches some day," Kathy said.
"Those are the best."
"Yeah, I know."
Kathy put her mouth to Judy's and kissed her lightly. Both girls wanted to kiss hard, but the swelling of Judy's lower lip made that impossible. They opened their mouths and let their tongues mingle. Judy put her hand on Kathy's right breast and kneaded it.
"Let's take off our clothes," Kathy suggested breathlessly when they broke the embrace.
They undressed and Kathy lay down on the bed and stretched out. She breathed a deep sigh.
Judy let her eyes linger on the girl for a long moment. Although the girl's breasts weren't fully developed, they were good sized. The girl had sandy blonde hair on her pretty head, but almost no pubic hairs. The cleft between her legs looked tight and inviting.
"Have you ever fucked with boys?" Judy asked her.
"Since I was eleven, but I haven't been able to get anything around here."
"You'll have to go after Larry. He's an ass-hole, but he's got a big cock on him."
"I'll do that."
Judy bent her head to the girl's mound and pressed her mouth against it. She stuck her tongue between the outer lips of it and swirled it around. Then she ran her tongue back and forth just inside the lips, from the top of the slit to the base of it.
When she got back to the top of the cleft, Judy rotated her tongue until she found the girl's clit. She pressed it against the folds of skin and held it there. Then she started running her tongue back and forth on the sensitive little thing. Kathy started to moan softly.
Judy could feel the warmth and wetness that she was creating in the girl's cunt. She brought her finger to the hole and ran it around the outside. Kathy arched her hips into it, and Judy stuck it into the girl's pussy as she flicked her tongue back and forth on the clit.
She pushed her finger in as far as she could and felt the wetness of Kathy's cunt against her finger. Judy rotated the finger and thought she could feel the hole get slicker. Judy went faster and faster on Kathy's clit, pulling the skin off the top of it when she ran her tongue to the base. For an instant, her tongue pressed against the bared head.
"Why don't you put that cunt of yours close to me so I can get at it?" Kathy asked.
Judy took her mouth away from Kathy's juicy pussy and moved onto the bed. Kathy scooted over against the wall to make room for her. Judy lay down with her face next to Kathy's mound and her own midsection near the girl's head. Kathy pulled her hips down so she could reach Judy's cunt.
Both girls moved in on each other. As soon as Kathy's hot breath hit Judy's mound, Judy felt a wave of sensation pass through her. Her cunt was already wet, but the flow of fluids increased when she felt Kathy's mouth press into her cleft. Then the girl stuck her tongue in.
Judy put her own tongue back to Kathy's clit. She lashed it around the thing in small circles, rotating the clit constantly. She felt it twitch against her twirling tongue.
Kathy found Judy's clit and held her tongue against it. The action of Judy's darting tongue on her own clit was sending rapid bursts of sensation through her, and she started to return the action. She flicked her tongue back and forth across Judy's clit.
As both girls went faster with their tongues, Judy felt wave after glorious wave of pleasure spill over her body. He nipples were hard and they were sending out small ripples of excitement to merge with the stronger bursts that Kathy was producing with her tongue against her clit. Her cunt was constantly oozing more fluids, getting wetter and wetter.
Judy pushed her mouth harder into Kathy, and her chin parted the pliant flesh of the girl's cunt. Judy felt the wetness of it on her chin and pushed harder. Then she stopped the action of her tongue against Kathy's clit and moved her mouth down the slit. She found the hole with her tongue and stuck it in. The taste of Kathy's fluids filled her mouth. Judy pulled her tongue into her mouth then darted it back in. She whirled it around and around in Kathy's pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh," Kathy sighed as she licked Judy's clit in a frenzy.
Judy felt the lashing tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body yearned for the exquisite pleasure that an orgasm would give her, but she longed to stay on the incredibly high plateau that Kathy had brought her to. She pulled her hips away from Kathy for a moment. Kathy pulled them back and started going back and forth in Judy's hole with her tongue.
That sent a flurry of new sensations through Judy. She pushed her tongue into Kathy as far as it would go. Then she pulled it back into her mouth again to savor the flavor of the girl.
The room was beginning to reek with the smell of their cunts and Judy inhaled the aroma as deeply as she could. She stuck her tongue back up Kathy's pussy and swirled it around.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Miss Palmer's voice asked sternly.
Both girls disengaged their mouths from each other's mounds and looked at her. Larry was standing beside her just inside the doorway. There was an angry expression on the woman's face.
"We're eating cunt, that's what we're doing, slut bitch," Judy told her.
"That is not tolerated at this institution, and you will stop using that kind of filthy language in my presence," Miss Palmer shrieked.
"I was going to give her the rule book when I found them," Larry told her.
"I'm glad you called me ... They'll pay for this."
Judy sat up as fast as she could and grabbed Larry's cock. She held it tightly.
"This fuck's got a hard-on," she announced as she held it. Larry had tucked it between his legs.
Judy pulled the man's cock out so that it made a tent in his pants. He tried to back away from her, but she increased the pressure of her grip and hel him there. Miss Palmer looked at it.
"Larry!" she admonished. "That's disgusting!"
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it ... I don't like it either," he stammered.
"And I'll bet her cunt's getting wet as well," Judy said.
Kathy leaped off the bed and went for the woman. In a flash, she was behind Miss Palmer with her hands around the woman's chest, holding her arms firmly at her sides.
"Larry, do something!" Miss Palmer shouted in distress.
"You do, Larry, and I'll tell the diesel dyke about this afternoon," Judy warned.
Larry looked from Miss Palmer to Judy with confusion filling his brain. Judy gripped his cock harder and the thing started to throb with the pleasure her hand was creating.
"Larry, I order you to help me!" Miss Palmer screamed.
"Remember, Larry ... One move and I tell the slut bitch."
"Tell me WHAT, for heaven's sake?"
"Never mind for now," Judy said. With her other hand, she went for Miss Palmer's slit.
Judy reached up the woman's dress and put her fingertips against her panties. She could feel the warmth and moisture behind them. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic band that went around Miss Palmer's thigh. She ran her fingers over the hairs she encountered until she got to the slit. She poked her index finger in and found the hole. Judy inserted her finger and rotated it in the woman. The slippery fluids coated her finger. She pulled it out and held the glistening finger in the air to show Kathy.
"It's like a swamp up there ... The bitch is wetter than all hell," Judy said.
"Why ... I ... I ... I've never been so ... so ... so ... " Miss Palmer stuttered.
"So what, slut bitch ... So turned on?" Judy asked.
"This is an outrage! Unhand me, Kathy Andrews ... This minute!"
Judy noticed that Larry's chest was starting to heave, so she started rubbing his cock with the hand that had been inside Miss Palmer's pussy. He looked down at her shiny finger.
"Bet you'd like to stick this thing of yours in her," Judy said to him.
"This is unthinkable!" Miss Palmer yelled.
"You better start thinking about it, slut bitch. I can tell you like it."
As she held her, Kathy started to pinch the woman's nipples with her fingers.
"The nipples are hard as little pebbles," Kathy told Judy.
Judy went to Larry's pants and unfastened them. She pulled down the zipper. She released his cock from her grasp and pulled his pants over his hips and pushed them down to his knees. Then she pulled his underwear down. His hard cock jutted out from the curly pubic hairs.
Miss Palmer looked down at it and her eyes went wide with the size of the organ.
"How do you like the looks of that cock, slut bitch?" Judy asked.
"This is revolting!" Miss Palmer screamed.
"I'll bet that slimy pussy of yours is getting wetter and wetter," Judy said.
Judy went to her knees in front of Larry and put the head of his cock into her mouth. The man looked around in confusion, but the pleasure that Judy's bobbing head produced in him held him riveted to the spot. Judy went faster and faster with her mouth.
Miss Palmer looked at her sucking on the thick thing. Kathy pinched her nipples again. The woman was no longer fighting against her, so Kathy eased her hold on her.
"Bet you'd like to be doing that," Kathy said to Miss Palmer.
"Don't even suggest such a vile thing!" Miss Palmed screeched.
"Judy, get off that thing ... The head bitch wants a taste," Kathy said.
Judy pulled her mouth away from Larry's cock. The head of it glistened with her saliva.
"Get down there and get it, slut bitch," Judy said to Miss Palmer.
Kathy started to push the woman down, then Judy put her hands on Miss Palmer's shoulders and helped force her to the floor. Miss Palmer stopped struggling against going to her knees.
"Go to it, Larry," Judy said.
Larry moved to Miss Palmer and put his cock against her lips. She held her teeth clenched tightly.
"Open that garbage mouth, slut bitch, or I'll open it for you," Judy warned.
Miss Palmer opened her mouth and Larry put the head of his thick cock in it. He reached down and held her head. Then he moved it back and forth on his cock, going in deeper with each stroke. When he managed to get half the shaft in her mouth, she started to gag. He pulled her head back and bobbed it over the head of his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes.
"Don't come in that mouth, Larry, there's a lot more to do to her," Judy said.
Larry pulled his cock out of the woman's mouth. It gave a little jump when it was out.
"Let's get the slut bitch's clothes off her."
Judy and Kathy rudely stripped Miss Palmer who had given up all resistance by that point. Her cunt was so wet and warm that her body compelled her to get relief. In her mind, she still thought it was vile and disgusting, but the way the girls were forcing her into it gave her an odd sort of permission to go ahead and enjoy what was happening to her.
Judy and Kathy laid her down on the bed and spread the woman's legs apart. Judy ran her hand through the thick bush and stuck two fingers into Miss Palmer's hole. She swirled them around as she put them in deeper. Judy felt the fluids that were emerging in the warm cunt.
"The slut bitch is hot as all Hades," Judy announced.
Judy started to push her hand back and forth inside the woman's slippery orifice.
Each movement sent Miss Palmer higher and she arched her hips into Judy's hand.
"How does that feel, slut bitch? Tell me how much you like it."
"I ... I ... i.;. .Yes, it does feel nice in there," Miss Palmer admitted. The woman thought that there was no longer any reason to deny what she felt. She would deal with these people later, but now she was entranced in the pleasure that she was feeling. She was going higher and higher.
Judy took her fingers out of the woman's cunt. She moved them to the top of the slit and pressed them against the clit. Miss Palmer sighed with the sensations it produced.
"You ready to stick that thing up the slut . bitch's slimy slough, Larry?" Judy asked him.
"I'm getting to the point that I really need it," Larry said. He was holding his cock.
"Then get it on up there." Judy removed her hand and moved off the bed.
Larry got on his knees between Miss Palmer's splayed legs and poised his cock above her hole. He leaned over her, rested himself on his forearms and raised his hips.
Judy reached between them and grabbed his cock. "I'll guide it in," she said.
Larry lowered his hips and Judy centered the cock on Miss Palmer's slit.
Larry brought his hips down and the head of his cock entered her. Judy removed her hand and Larry's cock sank in to the hilt. He paused for a moment with it deep inside her.
Larry started a series of rhythmic thrusts in and out of the woman. Miss Palmer started to moan with the sensations that were filling her body. She heaved a heavy sigh.
"How do you like that fat cock now?"
Larry asked her.
"Yes ... Yes ... yes ... YES ... Shove that thing into me," Miss Palmer gasped.
Judy went over and whispered to Kathy. Kathy ran out of the room and opened all the other doors in the wing. One by one, the girls gathered in the room and outside the doorway to watch.
Larry went harder into the prone woman. "How does that cunt feel now?" he asked.
"Oh, that cunt feels good ... Fuck that thing just as hard as you want to."
Miss Palmer had closed her eyes and the excitement Larry's pounding cock had created filled her to the point that she was oblivious to their footfalls as they entered the room. At that point, the level of her arousal was so intense that it would have scarcely mattered.
Larry pounded into Miss Palmer's hungry cunt. He was starting to pant.
In and out he went.
Back and forth.
Faster and harder.
His cock throbbed and pulsed as it rammed into her. "That's a really hot cunt there."
"Yes, fuck that hot cunt ... Bang that thing into me ... HARDER!"
Larry rammed his cock into her with all the force he could muster. Their hips slapped together when he sank his fat prick to the hilt in her wet pussy. She moaned in pleasure. In. Out. Back. Forth. Harder. Faster.
Judy whispered to Kathy again and the girl ran out of the room.
"Hold that come in for a while longer, Larry," Judy told him.
"Yeah, I can last a while longer," Larry told her.
As he pummeled her cunt with his thick cock, Miss Palmer started to answer his thrusts with her own. She arched her hips into him and felt his cock sink even deeper inside her.
As he went faster into her, she bucked her hips against him. His cock was driving her to the brink, and she wanted all that she could get inside her. It was stretching the membranes of her slick passageway as it filled her, and she was being engulfed in the exquisite sensations he was producing as he drove into her. Her entire universe was taken up with the ecstasy that his cock was giving her as it drove in and out of her wet pussy.
Kathy came back into the room with her instamatic camera. She started clicking away as fast as she could. Both of them had their eyes closed by that time and didn't stop.
Miss Palmer cried out when the first orgasm hit her. It washed over her and produced a spasm in her cunt. Then her sensations subsided as Larry continued pounding her.
Another strong orgasm broke within her and her cunt convulsed around his driving cock.
They started coming one after the other, each one producing more spasms and more shudders that coursed up her torso. She was moaning incoherently with the pleasure of it.
"Take the camera back to your room and hide it," Judy whispered to Kathy when she was finished taking pictures. Judy didn't want Miss Palmer to suspect anything when it was over.
Miss Palmer's orgasms were crashing into each other and flooding her body with pleasure. Each one of them heightened the sensation of the next and filled her with ecstasy.
Miss Palmer writhed with the pleasure she was experiencing. It totally engulfed her senses.
"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" Larry yelled as he banged into her.
He gave her cunt three more heavy thrusts, then he sank his cock deep inside her.
"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH," he groaned as the first strong shot erupted from his cock.
His hips jerked with every shot of hot white come that spewed forth from his throbbing organ.
The warmth of it fill Miss Palmer's cunt and sent her over the top in a final, shattering orgasm.
When Larry's cock was finished spurting, he held it in her and panted for breath.
Judy started the applause. Then the rest of the girls joined in, and it filled the small room.
Miss Palmer and Larry looked at the assembled girls in shock and dismay.
"what ... what ... what's the meaning of this?' Miss Palmer snapped.
"Oh, I thought the rest of them would like to watch you two go at it."
"Life here's going to improve."
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ULTIMATE ABUSE
PART ONE
There's nothing left for me to do now except to tell the whole story like it was.
The newspapers told it the way they saw it, and some of the cheaper tabloids had a field day with it. None of them bothered to try to find out what the truth was.
So here it is, all of it, every disgusting detail of the last three years.
It started so slowly that I didn't know what was happening to me. Really. There were warning signs, of course, but I ignored them. I guess I thought that it would go away.
I was thirty five when it began. I had been working at the same bank for eight years, and I was then the Senior Loan Officer. I was in line for a branch manager's job, and I was pleased with myself.
I had saved my money and acquired a nice house in suburban Jacksonville, Florida. The neighbors thought it was odd that a single man would live in a house all by himself, but I've always liked things like working in the garden and mowing the lawn.
And I liked the privacy and seclusion of it. At first I think they thought that I was gay or the road look out their windows whenever a car drove into my driveway. But once they say the lovely young women who came and went, they loosened up a bit with me.
I'm rather attractive, and getting women has never been a problem for me. Half the time, they practically throw themselves at my feet. I've tried to keep myself in shape, even here.
I noticed that I was attracted to younger and younger women, but I thought that that was the natural course of things. It didn't seem strange to me at all. It still doesn't.
It wasn't long before I started picking up hitch hikers. I actually thought that I was doing them a favor. I considered myself a good Samaritan at the time. And I never even made a pass at the beginning. If they were very young, say thirteen or fourteen, and very pretty, I'd drive miles out of the way to take them wherever they wanted to go.
I enjoyed talking to them about what school was like, what they wanted to be when they grew up and that sort of thing. I never even hinted at anything having to do with sex. At first.
I think about half of them were runaways who were headed south. There were especially a lot of them in the winter time. Most of the time they wanted to go to the entrance area of the interstate highway. I-95 runs just outside the city, and it wasn't a long way out of my way to take them there. I always wished them a pleasant trip when they left me.
The first time I brought up something sexual, I was really nervous. I don't even remember what the girl's name was, but I remember that she looked to be in her early teens and she had long, straight blonde hair. Her breasts weren't fully developed, and the freshness of youth glowed in her cheeks. She had a cherubic smile and an easy manner about her.
"Do you have a boyfriend, or are you still too young to go steady," I asked her.
"Oh, yeah, his name is Roger, and he's really groovey," she said. "Tell me about him."
"Well, he's almost six feet tall and he has real dark hair. He's very handsome."
"I hear you kids are having sex earlier these days," I said. My cock was starting to grow.
"Sure, why not?" she said.
"Well, I think a person should wait until they're ready for it emotionally."
"What's to be ready for emotionally?"
"It's better in the context of a stable relationship," I said.
I didn't believe any of that, of course. I've never been able to get into much of a relationship with a woman myself, but I certainly do enjoy the sex. But then after we've done it three or four times, I get bored, and I need to move on to something else.
"You have to at least make sure you don't get pregnant," I added.
"That's no problem ... Everyone at school is on the pill," she said.
"I've read that that can be dangerous."
"It sure beats getting knocked up."
I had a full erection in my pants by that time. I could feel the thing throbbing and pulsing. I wanted to make a pass at her, but I didn't know how to do it. I was always supremely confident with women in their twenties, but I was nervous as a school kid with this one.
In addition, she was obviously from the area because she went to school and wanted to be taken to a residential area. I didn't want to have anything to do with someone from Jacksonville, because I was worried about what an irate parent might do to me. One complaint to the bank and all those years of hard work would be down the drain. Banking is staid, and word would easily get around to other banks as well. I'd be unemployable.
As soon as I dropped her off, I drove to a quiet street, parked the car and jerked off.
I was so excited that I came in about thirty seconds, and I shot all over the steering wheel and the dashboard. I didn't give a shit where the stuff went. I had to wipe it off with my handkerchief.
Once the tension was gone, I felt relieved and guilty about what I had wanted to do.
But I still didn't think of myself as abnormal in any sense of the word. It should have occurred to me that what I was doing was a little off. If I had seen a shrink then, maybe I could have gotten over it. But I didn't, and now there's no getting out of it.
That was my pattern for the next six months of my life, and there was no harm done.
I never even realized at first how much time I was spending at it, and how much of my life was being eaten up that my crazy obsession. The way it crept up on me was insidious.
I was spending most of every weekend driving around looking for teenage girls. On a good Saturday, I'd end up jerking off four or five times in the car. My hard-on was perpetual.
During the week, it was all I could think of while I was working. Naturally, the quality of my work suffered. But it wasn't enough for me to worry about losing my job.
I pushed as much of my work as I could onto lower ranking loan officers and blankly approved their recommendations. I made as many excuses as I could to be out of the office.
Finally, I worked up the nerve to actually proposition one of them. She was a runaway from some suburb of New York, and I was taking her to an entrance ramp to I-95.
I was terrified, but I figured that I'd never see the kid again, so I just came out with it.
"I'd like to have sex with you if you're interested," I told her.
"You gonna make it worth my while?" the pretty young thing asked me.
I was a little surprised that a girl so young would ask for money like that. But then I supposed that she had gotten a pretty good education on the streets of Manhattan.
"Just a minute, I'll see how much I've got," I said.
I reached in my back pocket and got out my wallet. I counted the bills in it.
"I've got thirteen dollars ... Is that enough?" I asked her.
"Sure, that'll do ... You wanna do it right here or go someplace else?"
I looked around there was nothing there, but the place was very open. There were some trees a few hundred yards away, and I drove over to them. I parked just off the roadway.
She climbed into the back seat while I drove over there.
I looked back at her when I cut the ignition, and she already had her panties off, and she was spreading her legs so that I could see her cunt. I took a long look at it.
The idea of having to pay for it and her willingness turned me off a bit, but my cock started to swell when I saw her slit and the bush of pubic hair above it. I wanted to get in there.
I climbed over the seat. She stretched herself out on the seat and spread her legs.
I unfastened my pants, pushed them down around my knees. I wasn't wearing underwear.
I pumped my cock a few times to get it completely hard and I moved over her.
She raised her hips to my cock, and it gave a little jump when it came in contact with her mound.
I centered on her slit and the end of it parted the outer folds and rested on the hole.
As I felt the warmth of her against my cock, a thrill went through me.
Then I wondered if she'd be wet enough to fuck. I lowered my hips into her.
My cock slid in easily. I held it deep inside her for a long moment. It was throbbing and pulsing.
Then I pulled it about halfway up and plunged it in to the hilt. She let out a gasp.
The next time, I pulled out so that only the head of it was in her slick pussy. I jammed it in.
She gave out another gasp as it sank into her. I could feel it stretching her membranes.
I started going in and out of her with rhythmic strokes. She started to moan in pleasure.
"Yeah, fuck that hole ... Fuck it ... Fuck it ... FUCK IT!" she gasped.
"My cock really-likes fucking that tight hole of yours," I said hoarsely.
"You can fuck that cunt as hard as you want to."
I slammed it into her. "Nice tight cunt feels good around that cock," I rasped.
"Ram that thing up there ... Fill me with ... Go into that cunt as hard as you can."
I drove into with such force that her body was pressed into the seat of the car.
"That's it ... Really ram it into that cunt ... HARDER!"
I banged into her again and again, over and over, my cock sliding easily in her slick hole.
In and out.
Faster and faster.
Harder and harder.
I started to pant with the energy it took to ram my cock into her cunt. She was moaning.
"Ram that thing up there ... Fill me with that nice cock ... Shove it up there."
"How does that cock make that hot pussy feel?" I said breathlessly.
"That s cunt's about to come ... Ram it in there ... FUCK THAT CUNT!"
I drove into her as hard as I could, going faster with every strong stroke.
She rolled her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. Her teeth were clenched.
Then the first orgasm hit her. She let out a yelp of joy and I felt her cunt spasm.
I drove into again and again. I felt the come welling up in my balls and filling the tube.
She had another orgasm and another and another as I rammed my cock up her passageway.
Her cunt went into a constant spasm, and it felt like it was trying to clench itself around my cock.
Then I went past the point of no return. All my come felt like it was poised at the tip of my cock.
"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" I shouted when I felt the inevitability of it.
I rammed on, the climax starting to form in the pit of my balls.
Then it hit me. There was a surge of sensations and I plunged my cock deep inside her.
"AAARRRRGGGHHH!" I groaned as the first strong shot scalded up the tube on the underside of my cock.
I held my cock in her convulsing pussy while it shot spurt after spurt of the stuff up her.
Then I relaxed and lay on top of her trying to catch my breath.
When my cock started to go down, I finally pulled it out of her drenched cunt.
She was lying on the seat, her chest still heaving, so I sat on the edge of the seat.
I milked the last of the white jism out of the tube, gathered it on my finger and flicked it out the open car window. I wiped my finger on the inside of my pants and pulled them up.
"That was a lot better than I expected," she told me.
"I'm glad you like it ... I really am," I said as I turned my eyes to her.
Her dress was still up around her waist, and I could see some of my come start to leak out her slit.
She pulled her legs to her chest and turned herself around on the seat of the car.
"I feel bad about taking your money," she said. "But I really do need it."
"You're welcome to it ... Why don't you take my name and address too?" I asked.
"Well, all right, but I doubt that I'll ever use it ... I'm just that way."
"Well, if you're ever in the area again, call me up and you can crash at my place."
"You mean you're not married or anything like that?"
"No, I've never been married ... And it looks like it'll never happen now," I told her.
"What are you, the love 'em and leave 'em type or something?" she asked.
"Well, something like that, I guess. I just don't seem to fall in love like most people."
"That's too bad ... Love can be nice once in a while."
"I suppose so ... It just hasn't happened to me, and if you don't know what it is, I guess you don't miss it. Something like that anyway."
"I think I could fall in love with you if I was around you for a while," she said.
"Well, thanks for the nice compliment, but I don't think you'd like it." I told her.
"Why not?"
"You'd just end up getting hurt in the end, I think."
She considered that for a moment. "What do you do for a living, anyway?" she asked me.
"Believe it or not, I'm a banker ... I'm a loan officer with a bank here."
"Yeah, I am a little surprised ... A banker who fucks teenagers in his car ... That's different."
"It's sort of a specialty of mine ... But you're the first one I've actually done it with."
"What do you mean?" she asked. She was starting to look askew at me.
"Well, most of the time, I just give girls rides ... I nerver had the nerve to actually ask before this afternoon ... I'm glad that I finally did."
"What did you do, then?"
"Well, I hate to admit it, but if the girl was pretty, I'd just drive off somewhere and jerk off thinking about how nice it could have been, that sort of thing."
"Man, that's weird ... You're into a heavy trip," she said.
"It doesn't hurt anyone, and I give a lot of kids rides that they might not have gotten."
"Well, I suppose you can look at it that way." She wasn't really convinced.
I took out my wallet and gave her a card. I climbed over the front seat and got a pen from the glove compartment and wrote my home address and telephone number on it.
"Here, take this," I said as I handed it back to her. She was putting her panties on.
"Thanks, if I pass through again, I'll try to call, but don't count on it."
"That's fine, but remember what I said about a place to crash if you need it."
"I will ... Thanks for everything," she said as she opened the back door of the car.
"Have a good trip," I called after her as she walked toward the highway.
She waved her hand, but she didn't look back. She was swinging her small bag at her side."
I should have listened to that girl more closely, now that I think about it.
She knew that what I was doing wasn't normal. I wish I had seen it then.
But there's no going back, is there? Once you do something, you're stuck with it forever.
I'd give anything in the world to undo what's happened, but that's out of the question.
Now that I reflect on it, there were warning signs all over the place.
But none of them did me any good. I was much too far gone by that time, I think.
I was like a blind man who couldn't see. Or a deaf mute who couldn't hear the whistle.
That girl never did call me, and I suppose it's a good thing that she didn't. But then perhaps she might have been able to make me see how perverted I was getting. I don't know.
Things started to take on an inexorable quality to them from then on.
I started slipping farther and farther into my obsession. There was no stopping me.
Of course, I didn't see it at all. I've only begun to realize it recently. Perhaps that's the reason that I'm writing this. If there is another individual out there who's going through the same thing, perhaps he can recognize himself and do something about it.
I don't know if it would have made a difference to me or not. I might have just tried to close my eyes to the whole thing. But now I wish that something could have stopped me.
But for the life of me, I don't know what it might have been.
I had actually thought it strange that what I was doing seemed odd to that girl.
I thought that I had discovered what every man was actually looking for.
That's how far gone I was. It's hard for me to recognize the person who used to be me.
Not that I have changed so radically these past few months. I still have fantasies, of course.
But I can now separate the world of fantasy from the world of reality.
That's what I wasn't able to do then. Fantasy was my reality. That's what my life became.
And the more unreal it became, the more natural I thought it was. I was delusional.
Now I started propositioning every runaway that I came across. Some weren't even that attractive.
But they were young.
That was the important thing as far as I was concerned.
That's all they had to be then. Not pretty, not interesting, not even nice. Just young.
Now I recognize that such a thing is a sickness, but I didn't then. Even if I had, I doubt that I would have done anything about it. That's how bad it was.
But I was careful not to let anyone know about my desires and my activities.
I still had occasional dates so that people would see me with older women.
I guess I knew in my subconscious that what I was doing was wrong, but I didn't know it to say it or bring it to complete realization so that I could take some action.
I got over the fear of them rejecting me very fast. The first one that did yelled at me and ran out of the car like I was some kind of lunatic or something.
Instead, I thought there was something wrong with her. I thought she was frigid or something.
That time it hurt me a little, but that sort of thing later on no longer affected me.
That's another thing that should have made me realize what was happening to me.
But I ignored it just like I ignored everything else.
Young girls were no longer people to me. They were nothing but objects.
I got to the point that I didn't care how they felt about me.
I didn't feel anything for them but an overpowering lust and a mad desire to fuck them.
I've tried to figure out what was motivating me, but I can't come to grips with it.
There was just that obsession that was ingrained in me for some reason.
At times I wondered if I'd want really young girls, children. Say five or six years old.
But that never happened. The only ones I cared about were nubile teenagers.
Then something else happened that should have made me see my desires for what they were.
One night I couldn't get it up.
The woman was one of my dates. We had been to a party and had a few drinks, but not that many. I'd never been to bed with her before, and I thought that I wanted to. But after we got back to my place and undressed, nothing happened to me. Absolutely nothing.
The whole thing came as a shock for me. I tried everything I could think of.
I even went to my porn and looked at some pictures.
I found one that I frequently jerked off it. I was beating my meat as I looked at it and it was starting to get hard. She was lying on the bed watching all this.
When it was almost completely hard, I went back to her. As soon as I lay on the bed, the thing went soft again. I was totally humiliated and embarrassed about it.
Now that should have told me what was happening, I think. I fumbled around for an excuse and she finally left. I hoped that she wouldn't tell anyone what had happened.
"It happens to everyone once in a while," she told me as I apologized to her.
At least I had been lucky enough to get one that wouldn't berate me for it.
But after that, I was careful not to get in sexual situations with girls that I dated. I'd tell them that I was too tired, or I'd say that I had found out that I'd been exposed to some kind of venereal disease, and that as a result I couldn't do it until I knew for sure that I didn't have it. That one always worked like a charm. They were more than happy to get away from me. Probably half the women in town were talking about me and the other half wondered if I'd infected them when I'd fucked them so long ago. But I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about any of them.
PART TWO
It went on that way for several months. It got so that my car reeked of the smell of cunt and come. It was so bad that I had to be careful about not letting anyone else in the car. But it gave me a hard-on whenever I got in.
And I found that the smell helped me with my conquests.
"What's that funny smell in here?" they'd ask me after a few minutes.
"I don't smell anything unusual ... What does it smell like to you?"
"I don't know ... It just smells strange, that's all," they'd say.
Then when I'd get around to talking about their boyfriends or something related to sex, the odor of the car would connect with them. They didn't always say so, but I could tell that it was a very subtle turn on for them. I wished that I could bottle it and use it as cologne.
After a while, I got tired of fucking in the car, so I started taking them to motels.
There were a number of relatively cheap places that didn't ask questions. Every time I did it, it made me nervous as hell. I don't know why, but I thought someone might recognize me or trace the number on the license plate or something like that.
It was then that I started taking them home with me. For some reason that made me feel more secure. I know it doesn't make any sense, but it did.
I had an electric garage door, so I could pull the car all the way into the garage without either of us getting out. Then we could both walk in through the door that let from the kitchen to the garage. I didn't want the neighbors noticing how young they were.
But each new step that I took led to something else. And I just couldn't resist each new thrill. The more I did with them, the more I wanted to do. It seemed natural to me at the time.
I started out playing little games with them. Most of them went along with me. At first it was about Daddy's little girl doing something naughty. After they confessed to some minor transgression, I'd lay them across my knee and give them a mild spanking.
My cock would get so hard as I brought my hand into their bare bottoms that I couldn't stand it. Then I'd lay them out on the carpeting in the living room and fuck them
Some of them thought it was a little kinky, but they went along with it.
But then I still needed more.
By that time, there was no stopping me.
The first few that I tied up didn't seem to mind it. But then I had one who did.
That was the beginning of the end.
Her name was Janis, and she was a fourteen year old runaway from Chicago.
She has long shining auburn hair and a very pretty face. Her breasts weren't fully developed yet, and she glowed with the freshness of youth. I was entranced with her.
"Are you still a virgin?" I asked her a few minutes after I picked her up. I was getting very direct by that time. I had found that it was the best way.
"Hell no," she said, "nobody's a virgin anymore."
"That's what I thought," I said.
There was a pause. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that ... Hell, I'm already hard." I put my hand to the bulge in my pants.
"What's in it for me?" she asked. Most of them wanted something.
"Oh, a place to crash for a while if you want it and a nice dinner ... How's that?"
"How about some bread, man?"
"I guess I can throw in twenty dollars to help you out."
"You got a pad?"
"I live in a house not too far from here ... You'll like it," I told her. "Okay, I'm game."
We drove to my house and I pulled the car into the garage like I always did. We didn't say anything to each other until we were inside and I had opened a beer for each of us.
"This is a nice place," she said when we were in the living room.
"Well, it suits me," I said.
"You got an old lady?"
"No, I'm not married."
"You got any grass?"
"Sure, do you want some?"
"Sure, I'm always ready to blow a little smoke."
I got us a joint and we smoked it quietly. I had gotten into the habit of keeping a variety of drugs in the house. If money wasn't a big enough inducement, drugs of one kind or another usually were. A lot of them were particularly attracted to cocaine.
"Would you like to sit on my lap for a while?" I asked her when we finished the joint.
"All right," she said.
"Now tell me why Daddy's little girl wants to run away from home," I said.
"Is this some sort of a game?"
"Well, sort of ... Can you handle it?"
"Oh, I think so, as long as it doesn't get too weird."
"Good, now tell me what's so terrible that you had to run away," I coaxed.
"Hell, they were going to throw me out of the house anyway. My old man caught me fucking with my boyfriend on the living room floor, and he got all upset about it.
"He said that no daughter of his was going to do things like that right in his own house. He told me that if I was going to live under his roof, I had to obey his rules.
"Well, I tried, but it didn't work out. I broke up with my boyfriend and started sleeping around. Some nights I didn't get home until one or two in the morning.
"Naturally, he thought that was terrible. Whenever I did it, he'd slap me around. Actually, I think he got off on it, but I didn't like it at all."
"Well, if you were a bad girl, you needed to be punished," I told her.
"Not like that, I didn't ... And my mother just stood idly by and let him do it."
"A good spanking never hurt anyone," I said.
"But he used to hit me with his fists. My face was black and blue half the time."
"You know that I'm going to have to spank you for running away," I said.
"Oh, is that what you're into?" she asked me.
"If Daddy's little girl is bad, she has to be spanked."
I turned her over on my knee and pulled her panties down. I ran my hand over her skinny little ass before I started, admiring the firmness of it.
After the first few blows, her ass started to get red from the spanking I was giving her. She squirmed a little bit as I gave her blow after blow.I stopped and dipped my finger into her tight little cunt. It was warm and moist inside, so she must have been enjoying it.
Both cheeks of her ass were bright red, and
I could feel the warmth my hand had created in her. I started swinging it into her again and again. One strong blow after another connected with that sweet young ass of hers. I had a fierce hard-on as she lay across my lap.
I stopped when she tried to wriggle off my ass. "Now are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes, but please stop ... I think I've had enough."
"Do you want to go into the bedroom now?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes, I think I'd like that," she said.
I slipped her panties all the way off and she followed me to the bedroom. She sat on the side of the bed and took off the rest of her clothes and I sat on the other side getting out of mine.
When we were both naked, I stretched out on the bed, my huge erection jutting up at my midsection, throbbing and pulsing with the excitement that I felt. I couldn't wait to get at her sweet young body. I was so hot that I didn't think I would last very long. She was the epitome of what turned me on, and I wanted to do everything with her.
She stretched out beside me, and I ran my hands.over her body. There was very little hair on her mound, and I pressed the palm of my hand into it and rubbed it.
I rolled over on my side and looked at her.
She was lying there with her eyes closed, a large smile on her pretty face. She looked almost beatific she was so peaceful.
I put my hand on her mound and inserted a finger into her. She let out a soft moan. Then I moved it to the top of her slit and pressed against her clit. I felt it twitch.
I ran my finger back and forth on her clit, and she let out a deep sigh. Then I moved it back to her hole and put it in. It was warm and moist in there, and I swirled my finger around.
She gave another moan.
"Are you ready to have me stick it up you?" I asked her.
"Oh, yes ... Put it up there. Put it inside me," she moaned.
I got to my knees on the bed and stepped over her leg, spreading them as I moved between them.
I got as close to her as I could and poised my cock on her hole. I leaned over her body and rested my weight on my forearms with my hips raised in the air.
"Stick it up me ... Drive that thing into me," she said hoarsely.
I lowered my hips and the head of it went in her. She arched her hips to meet it and haft the shaft went in. Then I lowered my hips, and my stiff prick sank all the way in.
I paused with it deep inside her and savored the warmth and moistness of her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me with that thing ... Ram it up there," she pleaded.
"You like that cock up there, don't you?" I asked.
"Oh yes ... Fuck me with that cock ... Fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
I pulled halfway out of her and rammed back in. She let out a long moan.
I pulled out of her so that only the head of my cock was still inside her. Then I rammed into her with all the force that I had. She let out another long sigh with the pleasure it gave her.
"You like that hard cock pounding into your pussy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes ... Fuck that pussy as hard as you want ... Slam that thing into me."
I set up a series of rhythmic thrusts into her. She let out a soft moan with each of them.
"That cock-likes fucking that pussy," I said breathlessly.
"Fuck that hole ... Really ram it up there ... Harder ... HARDER!" she panted.
I picked up the speed of my thrusts. Then I started going up there harder.
"Yeah . ... Fuck that cunt ... Fuck it ... Fuck it ... Fuck it HARD!" she chanted.
In and out I went. Back and forth. Harder and faster.
"Does that cunt like like the pounding it's getting?"
"Yeah, fuck that cunt as hard as you can ... Ram that thing up there."
I started going into her as hard and as fast as I could. I put my hands between my chest and hers and wrapped them around her tits. Then I squeezed the nipples.
She was writhing under me as I drove my cock into her wet pussy. It got more and more slippery with every pound that I made. She started to answer my thrusts with her hips.
In.
Out.
Back.
Forth.
Faster.
Harder.
Then she gave a loud cry as I shoved my cock up her slick passageway.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'M COMING!" she shouted.
I felt her pussy get even slicker, then a spasm passed through it and she got tighter. I rammed into her as hard and as fast as I possibly could. Her hips bucked against me.
I felt the come welling up in my balls. Then
I passed the point of no return.
"I'm going to shoot up that hot pussy ... That cock's going to come," I rasped.
"Shoot it up there ... Shoot it ... Fill me with that hot come," she panted.
I pounded harder as I felt the climax about to break. The come was filling the tube on the underside of my cock, and it felt like it was poised at the tip waiting to erupt.
"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" I shouted as I went over the top.
"Shoot it ... Fill me up ... Shoot up that cunt," she moaned.
I buried my cock deep inside her with the first heavy contraction. Her pussy was spasming around my cock like it was trying to hold onto it.
"AAARRRRGGGHHH!" I groaned at the first strong shot scalded up me.
It burst out of the hole at the end of my cock, and the white jism coursed up her cunt. I held myself in her as burst after strong burst of the stuff spewed out of me.
When I was finished, I held my cock inside her as its rigidity began to dissipate. I let my body relax on hers. Both of us were covered with a fine film of perspiration.
After we caught our breath, I pulled my glistening cock out of her and lay beside her.
"Are you hungry?" I asked her. I was famished.
"What do you have to eat?" she asked me in return.
"How about steak ... There are a couple of nice ones in the refrigerator."
"That sounds good to me," she said. "Can I spend the night here?"
"Sure ... I told you that you could crash here."
"Thanks ... I just wanted to make sure."
L got up and started to fix dinner for us. Neither of us bothered to put on clothes. I was looking forward to a night of fucking and sucking with her. At the time, I couldn't imagine anything more exciting or enjoyable than one fuck after another with her.
She watched some kind of mindless drivel on the television set while I cooked. She looked like she was interested in whatever it was, so I set up trays in the living room so that she wouldn't have to miss any of it. We mostly talked during the commercials.
"That's one of the worst things about this kind of life," she said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't get to watch very much television."
"Where do you usually sleep?" I asked her.
"Oh, sometimes beside the road, or in a parked car ... Sometimes I run into other kids and someone knows where there's a crash pad or something."
"I should think that that wouldn't be much of a problem for you."
"I know that's what you'd think, but sometimes it is."
"What are you doing for money?" I asked her.
"Oh, I've got a little, and I charge for sex whenever I can ... I'm going to try to get a job when I get to Lauderdale."
"Doing what?"
"Oh, I don't know ... Being a maid at a motel or waiting on tables or something."
"I hear it can be pretty rough down there."
"I know, but that's where the action is, so that's where I'm going."
"That's the problem ... Everyone goes there ... Fun in the sun and all that."
"Well, there'll be a lot of kids down there, so something will turn up."
I was amazed at her naivete. At her age, there was no way that anyone would give her a job. She might be able to make a living hooking, but that was about her only alternative. And there was a lot of competition in that field down there. I'd heard that a lot of the girls who tried that were only able to get five bucks a throw. You have to get a lot of customers at that price to make ends meet.
But then she could probably live cheaply.
"Do you feel like going back in the bedroom for a while?" I asked when we finished eating.
"Can we wait until this program's over?" she asked me.
"Sure, that's fine," I said as I cleared away the dishes and the tray.
I went into the bedroom and waited for her. The place smelled of sex, and I started to get a hard-on as I lay on the bed and waited for the inane show to be over.
When it finally did, she came in and joined me. She looked at my hard cock. It gave a little jump.
As she lay beside me, she wrapped her hand around the head of my cock.
"That's a nice one you've got there," she said.
"Thank you."
"It's nice when the cock is big enough to really fill me up."
"That's what it's there for."
"I know, but some of them are so small they just poke around up there."
I ran my hand over her smooth skin. I brought it to her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She gave a little sigh, and I took her nipples between between my fingers and squeezed them.
They were erect.
I reached one hand to her mound and put my finger into the top of her slit. I swirled it around and brushed against her clit. Then I pressed it into the folds of soft skin.
She gave a moan and I started rubbing the little thing back and forth. She arched her hips into my finger and I pressed harder. I could feel her getting warm and moist.
"Oh, that feels so good," she said with a long sigh.
"That's a nice little twat you've got there," I said.
"I'm glad you don't want to spank me this time," she said breathlessly. "Why is that?"
"I thought it was a little kinky ... Almost weird."
I didn't say anything. I had considered the idea, but I really didn't want to do it again. It seems that doing it once gets it out of my system for a while.
But the more I played with her nubile young body, the more I wanted to do other things with it. As I looked at her, I saw her tied to the bed, my prisoner for the night. She was totally helpless and I could take any liberty I wanted to with her.
The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't resist doing it. I know that I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't help myself once the image appeared to me. I was compelled by it.
I took my hands away from her and reached for my trousers. Her eyes went wide as I pulled the belt out of its loops. She thought that I was going to use it on her.
"Oh, no ... you're not going to use that thing on me," she said in alarm.
"Not the way you think," I told her.
"Then what the hell are you going to do with it?"
"You'll see."
I got off the bed and went to the closet. I got another belt from the hanger that I kept them on and came back to the bed. She was looking at me with distrust in her eyes.
I grabbed one hand and pulled it to the bedpost. As quickly as I could, I tied the belt around the post and around her dainty wrist. When she saw what I was doing, she tried to pull away.
"No, I do not want to be tied up ... That's out," she said.
But by that time, I was holding the other hand and she couldn't pull free. I tied it securely to the other post. She pulled at the belts that held her. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Watching her struggle made me hot. She was held there securely, but I wanted even more restraints, so I ran to the garage and got a rope. I cut it in half in the kitchen on my way back to her. She was really afraid now.
I grabbed each of her ankles in turn and secured them to the posts at the foot of the bed.
"I don't like this ... I want you to stop," she said.
"Don't worry, you'll learn to like it," I told her.
"No, I want you to let me go ... If you don't I'll scream."
"Then I'll just have to gag you," I told her.
"No, please don't ... I want to get out of here ... Please let me go."
I reached to the heap that my clothes were in and picked up my underwear. I wadded it into a ball and stuck it into her mouth. Then I gave her a hard slap on the face.
She tried to scream, but the gag muffled it. Then she tried to say something.
I didn't pay any attention to it. I gave her another slap. She was quiet then.
I got between her legs. My cock was so aroused by that point that it was giving one jerk after the other. It was hard as a rock as I put it to her slit and pressed the head in.
I scrunched into her as best I could. I put about half the shaft in and held it there. Then
I bent over her and pulled her small breasts out from her body as I pinched the nipples.
I pulled at them until they were as distended as possible. There was fear and tears in her eyes, but her pussy was getting wetter as I held my cock in it. I thought she was enjoying it. I released the nipples, and her tits snapped back to her body. She let out a heavy breath.
"Are you going to be quiet now?" I asked her.
She shook her head from side to side and tried to scream.
"Then the gag stays put ... If you promise to stay still, I'll take it out."
She repeated the same gesture, but this time the scream was louder.
"Well, suit yourself," I said. "It'd be easier for you if you cooperated."
I leaned over here and thrust my cock all the way into her slick cunt. Her membranes pressed against me as I started thrusting in and out of her tight cunt.
The faster I went up her, the more slippery she got. She arched her hips into me and I rammed into her as hard as I could. Now I was sure that she was liking what I was doing.
I thought about taking the gag out of mouth, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of it staying up there. I even thought about more restraints for her.
But I was getting so hot as I rammed my cock into her, that I decided that could wait until later. I thought that perhaps later in the evening I might get more inventive.
I was going into her as hard and as fast as I could. I was pulling out so that only the head was left inside her. Then I'd push the thing back into as hard as I could.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Harder and faster.
Every stroke that I made into her quivering pussy sent me higher. She was answering my strokes as I pounded into her, and there was a loud slap every time our hips connected.
My cock was getting more and more excited, and I didn't know how much longer I could last inside her. The come was welling up in my balls, and I wanted to shoot it into her.
I was starting to gasp for breath with the pleasure that each stroke was sending through my body. I clenched my teeth against the fury of it. Back and forth I went, in and out.
I felt the come rising in my cock. It was poised at the hole waiting for the spasms that would eject it. Everything about the situation aroused me to a fever pitch.
I tried to put other thoughts into my mind as I pummeled her cunt. I wanted to savor the sensations her slick pussy sent through my cock as long as I could. I was torn between needing to pump a heavy load up her and wanting it to last. I slowed down a bit.
As I drove more slowly into her, the level of my excitement stabilized, and I thought that I could hold off a bit longer. Every pore of my body was throbbing with pleasure.
I had the feeling that I could feel every bit of her through my pulsing cock. I could feel her clit against the top of my cock as I shoved it in, and I could feel the folds of her outer lips all around the thing. Inside the hole, it was soft and moist.
I stepped up my thrusts. I knew that a climax was inevitable, and I wanted every bit of sensation that I could get out of her. I went faster and harder into her.
Then I felt her first strong spasm against my cock. She was throwing her head from side to side as I pumped into her. Each thrust brought me closer and closer.
"I'm about to shoot up that hot cunt," I panted as I pounded into her.
I went harder into her. There was no turning back now. I went faster and faster.
"That cock is about to come ... It's going to come up there."
Her cunt went into more spasms, and each one of them sent a wave of pleasure through me.
"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" I gasped.
I rammed into her as hard as I could and was carried over the top. My balls pulled tightly into me as I hit my peak and my brain was filled with a blinding flash. I buried my cock deep inside her as my hips jerked with the first contraction.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" I groaned as the first powerful shot erupted.
Her cunt was in the throes of a powerful spasm as I held my cock inside her and burst after burst of hot come jetted out of. I felt it filling her cunt and its heat enveloping my cock.
I held my cock inside her while it finished coming. Her spasms continued. It was like her pussy wanted to get as much out of my cock as it possibly could.
When my breathing returned to normal, I pulled out of her. When I moved off her body, I took the gag out of her mouth. Then I went to untie the restraints that held her.
She lay there for a moment without saying anything. Now that it was over, I felt a little guilty about what I had done to her. It probably scared the hell out of the poor child.
"You lousy piece of shit!" she yelled at me after a few seconds.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you," I told her. "But I just had to do that."
"You're an animal ... There are places for people like you."
"Come on now ... I could tell that you got off on what I did."
"The fucking turned my cunt on, but the rest of it was SICK!" she screeched.
"But if you got off, what's to be so upset about?" I asked.
"You're a whacko," she said. "They should put you away someplace."
"Well, I may be a bit unusual, but I certainly don't think that's called for."
"Well, I think it is, and I'm going to do everything I can to see that it happens."
A chill of fear went through me. "What can you do ... It's your word against mine."
"I can do plenty ... After I sign a complaint against you, I'll find out where you work."
"Now look. I'm sorry that I frightened you, but there's no cause to do something like that."
"I think there is, and I'm going to do it," she said, starting to get into her clothes.
"Please ... If you want more money, I'll give it to you," I told her.
"I don't want any of your filthy money ... You should be locked up."
"You know that if you say anything, they'll send you back to your parents."
"They can send me back if they want to, but a creep like you shouldn't be out on the streets."
"Please ... You can't do that ... I didn't hurt you."
"But who knows what you'll do the next time, or the time after that?" she said.
"If you promise not to say anything, there won't be a next time," I told her.
"I don't believe that for a minute, ass-hole," she said vehemently.
"Try being reasonable," I begged her.
"Fuck that ... I'm getting out of this hell hole and going straight to the police."
"I don't think so," I said as I moved in on her.
"What are you going to do to stop me?" she asked.
"If I have to, I can play rough."
As I got close to her, she kicked me in the balls. Searing pain went through my body with the impact of the blow. I felt like doubling up, but I managed to hold a crouch. Redness filled my vision, and I felt my face become contorted with the pain.
"You shouldn't have done that," I managed to say as my hands went to her neck.
"No ... you wouldn't ... You can't," she gasped as my hands closed on her thin neck.
"You leave me with no choice," I said through the pain I felt.
"In the name of God, please...."
That was the last thing she said. As the pain subsided in me, my fingers got tighter and tighter around her neck. As her face turned red, I heard and felt something giving way in her neck. I suppose it was her larnyx breaking. Then she turned blue and there was a gurgling noise in her throat. Her eyes bulged out at me; her lips moved silently.
I held her for a long moment after she went limp. I could still feel her heart beating through my fingers. It got weaker, then it started to race, then it was still.
She was dead.
To my perverse way of thinking, I blamed her for the entire thing. She had brought it on herself as far as I was concerned. If she would have been reasonable about the whole thing, nothing would have happened. She hadn't been hurt up to that point.
Then I blamed her for being stupid. If she hadn't let her anger get away from her and made all those threats, nothing would have happened. It was stupid of her to tell me in advance what she was going to do. Hell, if it had been me in the same situation, and if I had really been that upset, I would have said nothing until I reached the police.
That would have been the smart way to handle the situation I thought.
As I let her body fall to the floor, I was shocked to find that I was getting another erection. That didn't seem possible. But it was true nonetheless. I willed it away.
All I could think about was finding a way to dispose of the body. I left it in the bedroom until after midnight, then I dragged it to the garage. There's a small crawl space under the house that's shielded from view, and I buried her there. It was hard to dig a grave since I could only barely stoop, but I managed a fairly deep one.
PART THREE
At first, I was alarmed and frightened by what I had done. For two weeks, I didn't even go out looking for another girl. But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it hadn't been my own fault. After all, she'd brought it on herself, hadn't she?
Since I wasn't finding anything on the streets, and since I couldn't get it up with a woman who was closer to my own age, I started jerking off all the time.
That's when the other thing started. I don't know why I couldn't see it then.
It seems obvious to me now.
But then, when it started, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to me. I don't know what sort of perverseness had taken over me, but it was certainly serious.
Whenever I was jerking off, and at the point just before I was about to come, I saw Janis in my bedroom. I felt the life ebb out of her as I held my hands around her neck.
It seemed to me that it was the natural and obvious conclusion to what we had done. It was only fitting, I thought in my obsessed mind, that the act which created life should also take it. After all, I thought, Isn't that true in the world of nature? The black widow spider kills its mate after the female has been fertilized, and so does the praying mantis. It's true that the gentlers are reversed; it's always the female that kills the male, but it seemed like it was the same thing as far as I was concerned.
I think that there might have been some chance for me if I had realized how sick I was at that point. Perhaps it would have been better if I had been caught then.
If I had been, I might have been able to plead insanity or something and throw myself on the mercy of the court. Perhaps they would have given me a life sentence. I've come to believe that spending my life in this place would be better than what's going to happen to me now.
Don't get me wrong. Raiford is a tough prison. But anything would be better than the electric chair, and that's where I'm going. None of the appeals was successful.
I can't really blame them for doing it, of course. Even though I know that I deserve it, I still want to live. I think that I could be of some benefit to society if I lived.
And at first I thought that even though I was sentenced to death, they'd never do it. After all, it had been eighteen years since anyone had been put to death against his will.
That Gillmore guy in Utah had asked for it. He wanted to die, and I think that made it more acceptable to the authorities. That wasn't the case with me. I didn't want to go.
But then they fried Spinkalink right here in this very prison. I didn't think they would do it, but they did. He walked right past my cell on his way to the chair.
From what I heard, Stark was thick with reporters and people just out for a good time. Stark is the small town near the prison. They turned the whole thing into a carnival.
Well, I guess I'm finally going to be famous for a day. I wish it could have been some other way, but if this is the way that it has to happen, then so be it. There's nothing more that I can do now. It really is too late for me. I just hope I get to finish this.
To get back to what happened, there isn't a lot more to tell. After my demented mind starting thinking that it was natural and ordinary to kill them when it was over, I went out looking again. There was part of me that knew it was wrong, but that part was too weak.
Once in a while, I didn't go through with it. But most of the time I did.
I was more careful now than I had been. I questioned each girl at length to make sure that she wasn't a local. I had found a few before who would tell me that they were runaways when in actual fact, they were from the Jacksonville area, or at least from close by.
I don't know why they did it. Maybe they wanted to participate in the romance of running away without actually doing it. That could have been the reason ... I don't know.
And as the number of my victims increased, I got more and more elaborate. I bought whips and chains and I installed restraints on the bed itself. I bought leather hoods and other paraphernalia for the long sexual scenarios that I acted out.
Occasionally, I was able to just do routine sex, but those episodes were getting fewer and fewer. There were times when I couldn't keep it up even for a lovely young thing of thirteen without the embellishments that my perverted mind had come up with.
Somehow, I thought it would go on forever. I know that there was a part of me that wanted to get caught and punished for what I had done, but as it happened again and again, I got the odd notion that what I was doing was somehow socially acceptable. I guess I wanted to think that. My mind didn't want to see the full horror of what I was doing.
There were times that I dreaded what was about to happen, but there was no way to put a stop to it. The urgency of my physical needs drove to the highways, and once I was there, the evens proceeded in an inexorable manner to the inevitable conclusion.
Toward the end, I got sloppy. Perhaps that was the part of me that wanted to get caught showing through. I was digging shallower and shallower graves, and once in a while, I'd see a finger or a hand poking through the dirt, and I'd have to rebury it.
The stench under the house was getting unbearable, so I covered it with lime.
I had to be careful that no one came near the place. Fortunately, the mailbox is out by the street and the mailman goes through the neighborhood in a little car. I cancelled the newspaper and milk deliveries. I broke contact with most of my friends.
Half of it was paranoia, I think, but I think part of it was real. I swear there were times that I could smell the sickly sweet odor of decomposition as soon as I drove onto my street. The doctor that I've been seeing in prison tells me that since I knew what it was, I smelled it automatically even when it wasn't there. Few others noticed anything.
Then one day as I was sitting in my office thinking about making an excuse so I could go out and cruise the highways, four policemen and a detective in a beige suit walked in.
"Are you John Larrimer?" the man in the suit asked me. I was shaking and I felt like I was going to piss in my pants as I stood there looking at them. I'm sure my face was white.
"Yes, I am ... What can I do for you gentlemen?" I asked. As if I didn't know.
"You'll have to come with us," the detective said.
"Am I under arrest for something?" I asked.
"If you don't come voluntarily, the officers can wait while I get a warrant."
"All right," I said, "I'll cooperate with you."
We drove in silence in the squad car to my house. A crowd had gathered. Most of the neighbors were there, even some of the husbands who must have been called by their wives.
There were bulldozers and other types of digging equipment standing around. I could see a few shapes moving around under the house. They had torn off the lattice in the front that obscures the crawl space from view. I knew right away that it was over.
"It would be helpful if you'd tell us how many there are," the detective said.
"I don't know ... I really don't," I told them. It was the truth.
"You mean you don't even know how many bodies are there?" he asked incredulously.
"No, I didn't keep track," I said.
"God, I don't believe this ... It's the worst case I've ever handled," he said to one of the uniformed officers.
Occasionally one of the people working under the house would run out and be violently ill on the lawn. The magnitude of what I had done began to dawn on me. I wanted them to do something to me right then and there. It would have helped if they had just started beating me.
"I don't believe it ... He seemed so nice," I heard a neighbor say. If they only knew, I thought. Well, now they did. They knew the whole grisly truth.
Then the television truck arrived followed by a station wagon filled with the crew. As they were parking and setting up, two other cars pulled up. Both had press stickers on them.
"I better get you out of here," the detective told me.
The television people got of shot of me being handcuffed and getting into a police car, but that was all they got. I was grateful that I didn't have to stay any longer.
I've got to say that that was the first sane day that I had had since this whole thing started. I was starting to feel normal again as they drove me to the police station downtown.
I guess I can't really say "sane," but I did feel like a tremendous burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Now I could try to put my life into some kind of order.
"How did you know where to look?" I asked the detective as we drove.
"One of your neighbor's dogs came home chewing on an arm," he told me.
Then the man turned around and faced forward. I couldn't blame him for not wanting to look at me. I didn't want to be me, but I was at last beginning to face the reality of the situation. A great wave of remorse swept over me. It made me feel peaceful.
I can't explain a feeling like that, but it was there. I felt like the time had finally come for my life to take on some semblance of meaning again. I didn't expect to ever return to that house or even regular society again, but that wasn't necessary for me.
Once I had exorcised the guilt and the obsession that had driven me for so long, I could get some sort of perspective back into my life. I could hardly remember a time when anything other than my sexual appetites was on my mind. It would be a great relief to have something else to worry about for a change. I certainly had that now.
They wouldn't even take a statement from me until I had talked to an attorney. They let me call a former friend and he was down there in fifteen minutes. He was a lawyer, and he advised me in the most strenuous manner not to make any sort of a statement to them.
But I knew it would make me feel better if I did, so I ignored his advice. He sat beside me while I told them all the details I could remember. The stenographer was visibly upset as she recorded everything that I said. I couldn't blame her.
Of course, the media were full of it right from the start, and I wasn't surprised at the way they portrayed me. I guess I deserved what they said about me even though I didn't agree.
I'm from Tallahassee, and my parents drove over to see me just as soon as the news broke. I'm sure they were mortified by what had happened, and I think they wanted me to tell them that none of it was true. I wish to God that I could have.
"Tell us this isn't true, John," My father said after I sat down across the table.
"I wish that I could, Dad, I really do. But it's just like they say it is."
"But, Johnnie, why?" My mother said, tears coming to her eyes, "How could you?"
"I don't know ... I think I was crazy or something."
"Johnnie ... All those little girls ... " my mother trailed off, tears streaming down her face.
"I know ... I know ... I hate myself for it, but I couldn't help myself."
"You have a lawyer, John?" My father asked.
"Yes, I do," I told him. "Is he a good one ... I want you to have the best."
"Yes, he's very competent, but I don't think it makes any difference now."
"We'll help in whatever way we can," Dad said. "We'll help you get through this terrible thing."
"I can't tell you how sorry I am this whole thing happened," I said, eyes downcast.
"I'm so ashamed, so humiliated," my mother wailed.
"Now, now, Sarah ... Don't be saying things like that in front of the boy."
"It's true, Dad ... That's the worst of it ... Letting you down so terribly."
"Now, John, if you were sick, it's not your fault ... It isn't," he told me.
"I know, but they're going to send me away forever ... Maybe even worse," I said.
"Don't say things like that," he said with a glance to my mother. I m sorry.
"Somehow we'll manage ... With God's help, we'll all get through this thing."
They left after a few more minutes, and I was glad to see them gone. I love them, and I was so ashamed of the disaster that I had created in their lives that I couldn't bear facing them. It was just too grim. But they've been loyal to End, and I'm grateful to them.
The trial was sensational, of course. The local press and television covered it in minute detail, but the national media only summarized it. They spared me to some extent.
We plead insanity, but the jury didn't buy it. I guess I can't blame them. In order for a successful case, we had to prove that I didn't know right from wrong at the time of the murders. I would like to say that that was true, but in all honesty, I can't.
As I said earlier, there was a part of me that knew what I was doing was wrong. It was just that that part of me had been powerless to affect the compulsion that ruled me.
I've tried to trace it from its inception, but I'm afraid that there are gaps here and there. I also think that it originated someplace that I can't yet fully comprehend.
I wish I had more time to discuss it with the prison psychiatrist, but I don't. I'd like to fully understand all the reasons for what I did. That would help put my mind to rest.
There's still so much about it that confuses me. Now that I am in touch with reality to some degree, A lot of it seems like a dream. It all occurred in a fog that is sometimes difficult for me to penetrate. It seems like a different person did all those things. I look at my hands, and I know what they did. But it seems as if they weren't always my hands. For a time they were on some other body, directed by some other mind.
When I look at my face in the mirror, I see myself staring back, but when I think about what happened, it's as if that face weren't always mine. It belonged to someone else.
Thinking about what happened is like watching a murky old movie in sepia tones.
There's something unnatural and unreal about it. I have to force myself to believe that it was me.
The me that exists now would never do any of those things, of course. But the me that exists now still carries parts of the me that was so terrible. There's no getting around that, and I wish there were a way that I could. It makes me feel schizoid once in a while.
I wish there was something that I could do for the families of the victims. If my death makes them feel better, then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. But I'm not sure that's really going to help. Some of them were never even identified. I feel bad about that.
I've read that they tore down the house to get at the area more efficiently and that they bulldozed the entire back yard. In a way, I'm glad that the place is gone. There shouldn't be any reminder of me left on the face of the globe. Only this document if it ever sees the light of day. Perhaps it can help some other unfortunate who's going through the same thing, although I hope that there never is another like me.
I wanted to make a positive contribution to society when I was growing up, and I'm deeply distressed to know that it's come to this. I wish there were something more I could do at this late date, but things are drawing to an end for me.
I suppose I should have some reflections about mortality, but I really don't.
They'll be coming for me in a few hours, . and while I'm very much aware of what's going to happen to me, my only thought so far is that I don't want it to. I know that my lawyer is trying to get a stay of execution from the governor, but I doubt it will come through.
And I suppose I should have some thoughts about capital punishment.
I do, and you can probably guess what they are.
In all fairness, I have to say that I don't think society should ever release a person who's done what I have, but I don't think they should kill them either.
If for no other reason than research. No one knows why a person would do what I've done, and I think it would be of value to probe my mind for the underlying causes.
That might help someone else.
Then there's the fact that I could do some kind of useful work even in prison.
There isn't much to do here, but I could be more productive than a corpse.
And then there's the method.
I wouldn't mind it so much if they could give me some kind of an injection, preferably as I slept so that I wouldn't even know when it was coming. But the way they're going to do it is positively barbaric. It isn't the pain that I mind, it's the knowing and the waiting.
The past month has been nothing but a countdown for me. One less day to live with every one that passes. It prey's on my mind constantly.
The accumulation of dread and anxiety has been mind boggling. That's why I decided to write this account of what has happened to me. Anything to get my mind off the subject.
A lot of that's been lifted by putting all of this down, and I feel a sense of peace and serenity coming over me as the time gets closer. I've managed to come to terms with what I've done and the person that I was and am, I think.
That's the most that I can hope for now, I think. I'm not being permitted the option of trying to make some sort of restitution to the world. I know that what I did can't be undone, but I would have liked the opportunity to try to become a force for good in the world, if such a thing is possible. That would ease my conscience to some degree.
And in an odd sort of way, I've come to know God. I wish it had been sooner, but it's better late than never, I think. And in my case, it's come very late indeed.
In some ways, I'm actually looking forward to meeting Him, if that is, in fact, the way things work out. I would like to believe in a life after the body dies, but I'm not sure that I do. Perhaps in some abstract way, it's possible. A merger of the individual with the cosmos, with everything that is infinite. That's a concept I can believe in.
I hope that I have not lived totally in vain.
During these last hours, I've come to a sort of clarity that I've never known before.
In many ways, I wish that there could be time for me to explore what I'm experiencing.
But that is not to be.
So be it.
It is enough at the time to have what I have. That will have to do, I suppose. At least to have found some central core to my being is enough. It's more than I've ever had.
As I look back on these past few years, I can see that there was really not much of myself in them. There was nothing but a haze of passion, guilt and tremendous fear.
All that has left me now.
I feel tremendous remorse for what happened, and I accept full responsibility for what I did, or rather, what the person who was me did. It was inhumane and unhuman.
But in another way, I've come to terms with it. There's no undoing what has happened. The moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on. Nothing can change the past.
I hope that I will know peace when it's finally over. That's my only goal now.
There is a sort of peace within me, but I have the feeling that it's only an inkling of what is to come. I welcome and embrace it now, almost longing for it.
They've prepared me for that ridiculous chair, and each movement of the attendant as he shaved my head and calves brought more calm and understanding to me.
I realize that everything that happens now is happening for the last time in this life.
I have no idea what the next life, if there is one, will bring for me, but I know it will be better than the hell I've endured on this earth. I know that I will be finally and totally free at last. Nothing could be sweeter than that, and I am getting more and more anxious for it to be with me. That will be true ecstasy.
Even mere oblivion will be a relief for me. I wish that there were a way to relate the very final sensations, but that is impossible.
Perhaps some day, they'll be able to record such things electronically, but that day is not yet here. I'd like to leave a record of what that final walk is like, what happens to my body as the first jolt goes through me, what it's like for a life to be extinguished.
But that task will have to be performed by another person in another time.
I've done all I can. There is nothing left for me to do now.
I intend to go quietly, and I hope with some modicum of dignity. Not like some quarry slave sweating out the last moments of his life in the night. And not kicking and screaming as I make my rendezvous with eternity.
It isn't that I want people to think that I went to my demise with nobility. It's simply that for the first time in my life, I feel that I really am a human being. And there is nobility in that. I wish that I'd have been able to see it sooner. My life might have been vastly different. But if this is what I drew in the cosmic lottery, so be it.
