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My Girl (nc)
By Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
The Girlfriend
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(c) 1997 Spoonbender. A short story of an adult nature. Not to be read
by minors. If you don't like stories where young ladies are taken
advantage of or you are underage then don't read it. Contains
descriptions of non consensual sex and bondage. Can be freely
distributed as long as it is not changed, including this heading. If
it is to archived on a fee paying archive then please email me first
for permission.
Please email me with comments, constructive criticism, fantasies you
want put into words etc. Don't flame me if you don't like the content
or you don't like my style.
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I'm not what you'd call a genius. Truth is I'm kinda dumb, I have
trouble sussing out things that other people find easy. Its not that I
don't wanna think, its just that it hurts. People laugh when I say
that, but its true. Anyway I can't see why I should make my head hurt
if I have someone to think for me.
Like my girlfiend.
Shula her name is. Really small she is, 'bout five feet and a bit I
guess. I can't really tell the size of women. They all look small to
me. I'm well over 6 feet tall and I weigh 250 pounds or something,
they did tell me exactly but I've forgotten. It don't seem important.
I kinda tower over other men. Makes them afraid. Makes me afraid
too. I hit a guy once, only once, killed him I did. Did a five year
stretch for homicide. All I was trying to do was protect my girl. He
threw the first punch. The first few really, after a few I just kinda
lost my cool. I didn't wanna hurt him, not really badly. Definately
not kill him. The judge kinda took my side, leastways my Lawyers said
so. They sent me for reports, spending weeks with shrinks telling me I
was 'Educationally sub normal'. Kinda lawyerspeak for dumb I guess.
Didn't get me off though, 'cause they reckoned I was a danger to
society so they locked me up. My girlfriend married another guy.
I came out, worked in a lumberyard. I kinda liked it, outside all the
time, good air, like doing weightraining and getting paid for it. Set
myself up in a motel near the Interstate. Not a glamorous place but I
liked it, somewhere to call home and where the maid put my bed
together everyday.
I met Shula at Country and Western bar out in Longan County. She was
the waitress at my table and we kinda hit it off straight away. First
thing I noticed she was really clever. And really purty, all slim and
all, with kinda bouncy curly hair. She could read a really classy
newspaper and understand it. She could even explain bits of it to me.
She told me I was cute. No-one ever told me that before. My mother had
told me I was a son of a bitch, I never worked that out 'cause that
musta made her a bitch. Anyway she never called me cute.
Shula moved in with me, but didn't like my room. When she told me
this I didn't like it either. She organised a mobile home. It was a
huge thing called a Winnebagel or something like that. Really old it
was. Sorta scarred inside, bits coming away and all. I spent a long
time fixing it up, making it good. Shula made curtains and stuff,
making a nest she called it. We moved in and we sorta parked up near
the lumberyard. It was all pretty good for a while. Then this big
company back east they came and bought the yard. I remember them
coming in their fancy cars, looking kinda worried that the mud would
never come off their fancy shoes. They closed the yard, laid us off. I
had $500 as a payoff.
So we moved. It was really good having a home that travelled. We
moved on looking for work. I did all sorts of stuff. Roadhouse
bouncer, Lumberjack, Stonebreaker in a quarry. All heavy work, all
good work. I never got rich but, with Shula looking after me, I was
happy. Then we ran out of money. We were looking for work and the
engine went wrong. The clutch or something. Anyway it wouldn't move
far and we couldn't afford to fix it properly. They told me it would
be $400 to fix it and we had about $80 at that time. We were stuck in
this city, somewhere in the mid west, I can't remember now. There
was no work, the local mine had closed. Things kinda looked bad.
I didn't wanna break the law. I didn't like jail. I like working
outside. Walls frightened me. Funny huh? Me frightened, its true
though. Walls make me scared. So I couldn't hold up a liquor store or
something. Didn't want to anyway, cause I might hurt someone. I don't
wanna hurt no-one.
Shula had an idea. She was good at ideas. She said we could sell sex.
Everyone wanted sex. I didn't like the idea, I didn't wanna share her.
She laughed when I told her. She said she'd be just be selling sex,
not doing it. She'd be the bait and someone else'd do the work. I
tried to work that one out. It hurt so I left it to her.
We had parked up in this truckstop. Full of guys in checked shirts
and overalls, my kinda people. Near the highway it was, a bad part
of town they reckoned. So one day Shula gets us to go uptown to the
nice area. She told me what I was to do. I didn't like it but I
trusted her. She had the brains.
We saw this executive type in some sporty car. I remember it was red,
classy looking. She was dressed like a businessman, but in a skirt.
Like it was a suit or something, white shirt and stuff. Like those
guys that closed the lumberyard down, but a woman. Shula had some
sorta drug she poured on a rag which she held to this womans nose
while I held her. We were good, she never saw us. I noticed that she
was about the same height as Shula, but with blond hair.
We took her back to our camper where Shula prepared her. She shucked
off her clothes and we tied her down with her legs and arms spread
like a star. Shula put this mask thing over her eyes and mouth so we
couldn't see her head. She tucked her hair inside. Then Shula asked if
she looked like her. I suppose she did 'cept the hairs between her
legs was the wrong colour. So Shula shaved her, with my razor, the
darned thing cut me everyday after that.
Then she told me that we were going into the truckstop. Told me what
to say and everything. I can't remember it all now. Just some stuff
about my girlfriend having a fantasy about being a sexslave, being
forced to fuck for money and would these guys like to have a poke at
her for $20 a time. Shula stood close to the door smiling as I talked
to the truckers. She was in her leather miniskirt and a sparkly top.
She looked real sexy. Thirty or so guys said 'alright lets go'. We
walked back to the camper and I went with Shula into the bedroom.
She'd told me to tell the guys to wait a couple of minutes while I
prepared her. She had put a vibrator into the woman on the bed 'fore
we went in the truckstop, and so she was really wet. So Shula took it
out and climbed into this storage box that we'd fitted with cushions
and stuff. I closed the lid and put some clothes and stuff on top.
I then took the money.
We made $700 that first day. Which fixed the camper. Shula put some
more of the drug on the rag and we put the woman back where we found
her in the seat of her classy car. I remember a big wet stain on the
back of her skirt as I heaved her back in. Maybe we shoulda got some
rubbers. Shula said it was a waste of money.
We travelled around after this. Doing the same thing. Made a lot of
money too. At least $500 a night, once we even made $1000. Mostly they
was purty girls, rich mainly, Shula seemed to like rich ones. Some
were ugly. Didn't matter that some of them were ugly, long as they had
a nice slim body, like Shula's. We kept their heads covered, so the
guys all thought they was fucking my girl. I used to laugh sometimes.
It was so funny. My girl was so smart.
Sometimes I got worried we was hurting the women, 'cause some of them
didn't look too happy struggling and all as they was fucked, but Shula
used to laugh. I kinda liked her laugh. She said that most women had a
thing about being tied up and used so we was probably doing the
bitches a favour. It musta done I suppose 'cause we seldom heard
anything on he radio and we was always careful not to let the women
see our faces or know where they'd been taken. I 'spose nobody kinda
connected the two things as we always took 'em from the nice part of
town and they was fucked in trailer parks and truckstops. We'd always
put 'em back where we found them after.
Sometimes we'd work the vagrants. I kinda liked them. It weren't
their fault they was there. They were smelly though. Gee whiz they
were disgusting. Shula liked these guys or she seemed to 'cause we put
our prices down for 'em, usually $10 a go. Once we only charged five
bucks a time. These guys seemed to 'preciate it. There never was a
shortage of 'em anyway. Kept the girl kinda busy I guess.
We was doing that one day when we was in New York. We got this really
purty dark haired girl. She kicked and screamed before we got her
unconscious and she started up again, you know wrigglin and stuff,
every time a man started to fuck her. She quietened down eventually
though, must have been tuckered out with all that fucking. We musta
made about $200 then these guys turned up. Mean sons of bitches. It
ended up with this really big fight. I kinda enjoyed it once I got
into it. There were too many of these guys though, cause you can't
rely on vagrants in a fight, and they hit me with an iron bar and
really kicked me hard. They found Shula and dragged her away. One of
them crouched down by me, as I lay there bleeding, and told me that my
bitch was now gonna pay off the fact that we'd kidnapped the niece of
some mobster. He told me that she was gonna be tied to a cot and be
made to fuck over 100 Niggers a day. Every day. For a buck a pop.
I was in hospital for two months. I had burst something or other
inside me and I nearly died. My camper had been wrecked and I'd lost
my money. I wasn't even sure where I was. I wanted to find my girl
again but I needed money so I held up a gas station and I got caught.
Which is why I'm here.
I still don't like walls but I'm getting used to them. I get out in
three years then I'm gonna find my girl again and we're gonna settle
down. So if you hear of her let me know.
I wonder if she enjoys being tied down and used, like the other girls
did?
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FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and
who is prepared to colloborate with me on future stories. You will
naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her. Then please
email me.
Spoonbender.