How Wendy Finally Found Love (FF,f-rape,prison sex,prostitution,mast) by Philip Harris Women were always attracted to Wendy. They'd come on to her even before she understood what they wanted. When Wendy's best friend Joan confessed what she wanted, painting wonderfully erotic mind pictures, Wendy felt scared and had misgivings, but she gave in. Who wouldn't give in to a best friend's earnest request? Joan touched Wendy first, and it felt very good. Then Wendy did the same things to Joan, and Wendy felt happy to give Joan pleasure. Then Joan brought other girls, and Wendy again gave in because Joan asked it of her. It felt good, and soon it felt safe, and Wendy enjoyed loved by many friends. They started sharing her--a weekend with one girl, then a weekend with another. Wendy was passed around. They praised her when she obeyed them, and threatened her with hurt when she hesitated. Joan was the first to hurt her, with a "pear," a metal thing shaped like a pear, with a thumbscrew that spread the pear open like a flower blossom, opening very wide. Inserted into Wendy and opened, it hurt her a great deal. One full night of tears like that, with Joan comforting her and telling her it was for her own good, and afterward Wendy was always totally obedient to whoever held "Wendy's pear." When Wendy met Chad, her first boyfriend, and she thought that it would all be different. The girls let her go, saying that she was no longer a pear slave. They'd found someone else for that. At first Chad treated her well, and oh it felt so different with a man! It felt--rougher--which Wendy liked. Not rougher than the pear of course, but sex with Chad had a crudeness that her girlfriends had lacked. When a girl wanted Wendy she would lay an arm on her, or perhaps just point, and Wendy did whatever she knew was wanted of her. But Chad would simply grab Wendy and start pulling off her clothes. She learned to wear pullover tops and front-snap bras instead of clothes with Chad- frustrating buttons and hooks. Wendy loved Chad's attentions. But after a while Wendy told Chad about what she did with other women, and how they'd treated her, and then he changed. He demanded more of her, and soon he demanded she find a girl to have sex with for him. It had to be a young girl he insisted. She had to find him cherries to pop. Chad took Wendy to shopping malls to find young girls who were just hanging out. She'd promise them money for handing out flyers. Once a girl agreed, she was led out to the parking lot and into Chad's van, where Chad would seize them. Tied to the van's floor, Wendy's clever tongue and fingers would bring them to crying climax. Chad loved seeing them "wet at both ends." Then, their sex opened, Chad would cherry pop them. He loved scaring them that they were going to get pregnant, and telling them to keep quiet about what happened because everyone would believe they were just sluts anyway. Wendy didn't really feel sorry for the girls, and she enjoyed making Chad happy. He always made very good love to her afterward, having her mimic the pleas of the girls. When that became too dangerous, Chad started having Wendy pick up young women in dike clubs. She'd bring them home and drug them. Raping dikes was as much fun as popping cherries, Chad used to say. There had been so many. The police only knew about the 15- year-old, the stupid bitch who'd said that she was eighteen. She had gone to the police when she discovered that Chad had made her pregnant. Wendy had drawn 5 years in prison. Chad was away for 25 years. Wendy's prison sex experience started on her first night, when her big, fat cellmate Linda told Wendy that she'd have to masturbate in the upper bunk every night because Linda liked to fall asleep to the sounds of sex. She threatened with a huge, tightly rolled magazine, and said that it was that or Wendy's own fingers. It was awful, because Wendy wasn't allowed to stop until she heard Fat Linda's snores, which would take about 40 minutes, and a kick from the bunk below might awaken Wendy at any time of the night to do it again. The ordeal went on for the whole first year, and taught Wendy to sleep with her fingers ready. Wendy was careful to be quiet enough that only Linda would hear her. The other girls knew about Linda and sometimes made cruel cracks about it to Wendy. After a year, Fat Linda was switched to share a cell with small, black-haired Cynthia. Cynthia couldn't do it quietly, and so for the next year everyone in the cellblock was treated to "Cynthia's Song" every night. Wendy's second cellmate, Tiffany, was just 18 years old and very scared looking. Wendy started Tiffany on finger duty the first night, just to establish herself as boss, but Wendy felt so sorry for the girl that she let her stop right away. But Wendy, now in to bottom bunk, made Tiffany come down and give her oral. Wendy had gotten so that she couldn't get to sleep anymore without climax. Tiffany learned to do it quickly between the guards' rounds. Wendy finally found popularity with the other girls, by lending Tiffany out. Once out of prison and in a halfway house, Wendy wanted to reform. But she also wanted sex with a man, a rough man, desperately. The halfway house found her a job in a big carpet-cleaning factory. Wendy was only allowed to be away from the house when she was at work, so she had to get her sex there. Arnold, the boss man, was accommodating to all the release-work girls' needs, but he wasn't rough enough for Wendy. He took sex from her just to get himself off. To him it was just a perk of his job, just like the kickback money he took from her paycheck. "I ain't sending you back with bruises," he once told her when she asked if he could be a little rougher. Another girl, Carol, showed Wendy the way out. Carol got Wendy a job at a sex club, and for a chunk of that paycheck Arnold kept her on his payroll as far as the Corrections Department was concerned. He also kept her whole corrections pay, a fraction of which paid for an immigrant to do her work. The sex club job was easy. Wendy did private booth dances. The naked dance was what a customer got for the "official" private show price. A low Plexiglas wall separated Wendy from the customer. For more money, negotiated privately, she would do a rug show, masturbating with her finger. A little more money bought a dildo show. Enough money, and if the guy looked okay to her, and the Plexiglas would come down and the customer could dildo her himself. More money bought more services. Wendy loved when a customer dildoed her roughly. "Twist it," she'd urge, "don't ram it, fuck with it." She'd hold her hood open. "Right there, on my clit. Press it there. Keep me cumming. Oh god, oh god!" She hated the taste of condom. And all that lovely cum wasted! Being with women so much of the time, Wendy developed a passionate craving for man cum. She sometimes dreamed about it in the morning before awaking, imagining it on her breakfast cereal. She'd picture stroking a cock and making it fire off right over her corn flakes. The club prices were so high that she didn't get much fucking. And if a customer insisted on not wearing a condom, for that they had to pay a very high price--$1000. That was the club rules. Wendy loved the money, but at that price she had too few barebacks. One day a customer dildoed her with magnificent savagerly, so Wendly let him ride bareback for free. The club found out and she was fired. Arnold wouldn't give her job back, so Wendy ended up confined within the halfway home all day. That was the longest the Wendy had to go without sex. The girls in the halfway home didn't do it. They were all getting it on the outside, mostly with men. Wendy felt very left out of things because of that, and she had to go back to her nightly bedtime fingering. Eventually Wendy finished her sentence and was released from prison. She found more club work right away, deliberately choosing the very sleaziest place she could find. She had to start paying Arnold again, to conceal her employment from her probation officer. Wendy moved in with another club girl, named Karen, but made the mistake of telling too much about herself. Karen made Wendy share her bed, and when she heard what Big Linda had made Wendy do, Karen demanded the same nightly subservience. "Making incense for the bedroom," Karen called it. To supplement their club work, Karen got them work at private parties. They went to people's homes and gave girl-girl shows for $600, and then earned tips for whatever the men wanted. The total pay was very good. Karen had a boyfriend who provided the transportation and "saw to security," for a third. Cheryl was at one of those parties; that's how Wendy and Cheryl met. It was the first time Wendy had seen a woman at a party. The guys at the party teased the woman, and from the teasing Wendy learned that she was the wife of that household. The guys made rude jokes about how Cheryl should join the fun, and Wendy knew from Cheryl's eyes that she was dying to be forced into something. Wendy sized Cheryl up as very cute, curious, but totally inexperienced. A tip was a tip, so when a few of the guys threw money on the floor and said, "Maybe Cheryl wants some," Wendy moved right over to her. Cheryl was sitting down. Wendy knelt before her, raised her body up and eased her tits toward Cheryl's face. Yes, Cheryl's touch was a "first time" touch. Wendy presented a nipple and Cheryl took it into her mouth with pretended shyness, but Wendy could feel the desire. She eased her fingers between Cheryl's legs, up her skirt, finding wetness in her panties. Wendy's cunning fingers parted the panties and slid easily inside. The guys made rude comments, but only Wendy and Cheryl knew that Cheryl came in just those few seconds. Afterward Karen was angry with Cheryl for not doing her share of guys at that party, accusing her of letting good money get away. A month later they were called back to the same home, for a smaller party. Wendy said, "Hi Cheryl" when she knelt before the wife. She'd thought of Cheryl often. This time Wendy boldly went farther, opening Cheryl's shirt and sucking on her nipples, guiding Cheryl's fingers between Wendy's own legs while she reciprocated. Cheryl's husband looked very displeased. Cheryl's secretly handed Wendy her phone number along with the tip. Cheryl left her husband not long after she and Wendy began seeing each other. Wendy split with Karen, and she and Cheryl took a place together, doing a party act together too. It took a little looking, but Wendy found a pear to introduce Cheryl to on their first night living together. Cheryl's tears were loving and willing as she acknowledged that Wendy was her master forever. Wendy gave Cheryl just a short treatment, just a test of her surrender. Cheryl is a good housekeeper for Wendy, doing all the cooking and cleaning and laundry, and she provides Wendy with nightly bedtime oral while she fingers herself. She sits lovingly on the floor between Wendy's legs when they watch TV together, and says "I love you," whenever Wendy taps her twice on the head or shoulder or any part of her body, which Wendy does at least fifty times a day. I think Wendy and Cheryl are going to live happily ever after together, don't you? -end- More stories by Philip Harris can be found on /~pharris/.