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 Relative Traumas

   Okay, this is a WiP, but as I'm backtracking the character's Hystery, I
should be able to tack it on the beginning:

   Lynne {MF...F Mari Rape, FF Mole.}

   I sat on the stairs.  Lynne isn't mom's girlfriend, per-se.  They're
friends, have been since I've known them, but.

   "Huh!  You know, he's been losing interest in that, lately." Ever since
they started watching porn together, fingering each other, and sharing
mom's Toys.  He doesn't let her have them, he's jealous, even of a little
plastic thing smaller than him.  Doesn't let her have guy-friends, and even
starting to get jealous of mom.  "But lately, well I guess he gets a little
of his old passion back, when he's been drinking..."

   "But it hurts." She just sobs, but I see the back of her head.  Above
the couch, she nods, and lets her head fall down, crying quietly to
herself. "There there," Mom held her like she just had a nitemare, or a
spanking, for being bad.

   "Uh!"

   "Huh.  Sorry," she rubs her shoulder, "Still a little sore?" I saw her
arm, looked like fingers, bruised around the elbow.  She nodded, still
sobbing.  "You didn't dislocate it catching a falling package, did you?"
Gently, not accusing her, of being a liar.  She shook her head on Mom's
shoulder.  "He twisted your arm, behind you?" She nodded.  "Until it popped
out."

   "Uh uh uh uh uh!"

   "That's not sex.  Huh!  He's raping you, does he have sex any more?"

   "Well, he stays out late, every night."

   "But not with you?" She shakes her head, "He only rapes you, because now
he sees you as a victim.  His victim, why he controls you, and gets so
violently possessive.  You're an object to him, now.  Not a person, his
wife, the mother of his children, but a vagina to take whenever he wants."

   "He doesn't.  Nh!  Not any more."

   "Fuck you?" she shakes her head, "In the vagina?"

   "He keeps going in the wrong way."

   "The wrong hole."

   "It hurts!"

   "Huh!  The back way is.  Well, it takes patience, and a level of control
your husband lacks even when he's sober.  Any permanent damage?"

   "I don't know," she sobbed, "The doctors, Huh!" she sniffs, and wipes
her eyes, but I shrink back from the banister as soon as I see one, so the
floor is in the way.  "I didn't tell them about that."

   "Well," she got up, and pulled the box of gloves out of the drawer under
the TV.  Leaves it open, not even locked.  "I better take a look." She
sighs, and rubs them together like she's washing them with the bottle. 
"Bend over.  Oh!  A bit of prolapse."

   "Nh!"

   "Relax," she kisses her.

   "nHhhhm!" She sighs.

   "Smq!  Huh!  This shouldn't hurt."

   I think she started to enjoy it, but she didn't moan in ecstasy until
she added another toy.

   "Huh!" I wish I could see better, but I can see the TV.  The same movie,
[Backyard BFFs.] {Fictional title, but the same one from \Parent
Directory/Genders/Meghan's Fantasies/"Crash Course."}

   All those girls, with their hairy bodies, and underwear, and lube. 
"Huhuhuh!" They can't hear me over her moans, so I sneak back to my room.
Pull out the bottom drawer, and feel around under it in the dark.  For my
toy, the bottle with a little lube in the bottom, but it should be enough.
"Huhn!" Put my leg up on the side, and feel over my bottom with my greasy
fingers.  I had to fish a glove out of the trash, but I know where it's
been, and turn it inside out.  "Mh!  Hmmmmmn!" Lick my lips, and hold my
breath to probe deeper.

   I should be able to fall asleep soon.

   I dream, and even before I realize what I'm doing, She comes in my room.
"Lynette." Huhn!  Pulls back the covers, and starts feeling down the front
of Her dress.  The buttons, laces, spreading to show the clasp between her
breasts, pinching and unhooking it so they bust free, sighing, and feeling
down...

   This must be a dream not a nitemare.  She would never, but once mom
falls asleep, satisfied.  But Lynne isn't satisfied, not yet.  "Hhhih!"
Open my eyes, in the dream, so she can look up.  See I'm awake, and smile
down at me.  Feel down my tummy, and between my legs.  "Huh!"

   I wake up, but keep my eyes closed, slipping my hands deeper in my
underwear.  Rolling over on my back, so I can imagine Her looking down,
smiling, and feeling under the covers.  "Nm!" Bite my lip, but it's still a
little damp in there, and Her finger just feels so good.  "Yes, Lynne."
Deeper.  "Uh!" I would never hurt Her like that.

   .

   .

   Mominatrix {MF...c Mari Rape Drin Cove Ince.}

   "Hurry to bed," he slammed the car-door, and they fled for their rooms.
"Huh!"

   Daddy's home, and he's had quite a few pops.  I'm sure one night he
won't come home, for good.  Buy a tree, or a telephone pole, instead of
just cooling it in the drunk-tank overnight, and losing another point from
his license, but I slip the bottle of lube out of my underpants, and tuck
it in the couch before he slams the door.

   "Oh honey," I already got them down.  Remembered her saying: `You don't
have to let him rape you.' I tried, making it quick before, but never
getting turned on, being ready for him when he gets home.  "I missed you so
much." Bent over the coffee table, "I got so horny, just thinking about
you."

   "Uh!" I felt down.  He doesn't slap me any more, he punched me.  Right
in the buttock but it still hurt, "You don't have to hurt me."

   "Where you been!?" My head hit the tabletop, and he pulled my hair to
bash the wood again.

   "Ah!" I turned the second time, so it just hit the side, not my face, my
nose again.  "NAH!" More lube, next time.  If here is a next time, it
doesn't hurt as much.  Last time I was dry, and tighter, until I started to
bleed, but the watered down cream numbed the pain some too.

   "Who you been with?" I tense when he twisted my arm.

   "Ahhhhh!" His favorite, so of course the bad one.  Don't struggle, pop
it out again, but I'm so tight from clenching it hurts again.  I scream, so
it's over quick, then let out a sob when my bottom slamed shut.

   "Hahhh!" He grabbed my hair, "Looks like you made a mess."

   "AHHHhmgh!" Pulls my hair hard until I scream.

   "Bite me, and I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat."

   "GHL!" I can't breathe, that's right, hold it in, choke me until I pass
out.

   .

   .

   "Mh?" Rub my eyes, "HuhHhuhUH!" Shudder, and crawl off the coffee table.
"Mh!" It hurts to sob, "Mhmhmh!" But I can't stop.  Just make it to the
tub. `ahhhhhh!' So tender, and torn.

   Bottom {FM Mari Rape Bond}

   "Wh?" I don't sleep on my back, "The fuck!?" But my hand pulls short,
and something tight around my wrist.

   "Sleep well?" She turned over.

   "I don't know what your tryin to rrAH!" I buck, "Don't hit me,
youfucking bi'MH!?"

   "Sh!" She holds the pillow over my face, "You want to wake the kids?" I
never, heard her, giggle likeat before?

   "MrrhHH!" I'm hard?  It's like waking up on my back, my arms up, hanging
from the headboard.  YTF am I hard?  "Id HuRRRH!"

   "No shit."

   "Uh!" Right to the balls, then she pulls them out, tight in the bag. 
"MRRRHH!?"

   "It's supposed to hurt, dipshit.  You raped me, so I've got a lot of
catching up to do."

   "Nhhhr!"

   "Haha!  I bet you didn't think it's rape.  Did you even think, you
stupid fucking animal.  Do you even remember my screams, giving me these
bruises?  Because our children remember.  You think they understand why I
scream at night, every night?  Why I wake up crying, why they don't come to
me when they have a nitemare?  Because You are the nitemare, sleeping right
next to me.  Why they'd have to climb over you for me to hold them, tell
them it'll be all right, and monsters aren't real.  Lie to them, with you,
you monster, sleeping next to me, every night."

   "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  You bitch!" I don't ever even
want to get hard again.

   "Now," I grunted, held my breath, "Tonight they're going to hear You
scream."

   "No!" At least I can breathe again.  "StaaaAAHHHH!"

   "Hhuh!" She shivered, and my poor nipple snapped out between the teeth.
"Yeah," her nails, digging in around my balls.

   She pulls them, again.  "AHHHHHHHH!"

   "Scream for me.  Bitch."

   I never liked handjobs.  If I wanted to jerk off, then what do I need
you for?  But she, it stopped hurting, she stopped hurting me.  But she
beat me, off so slow.  I didn't even feel it cumming, but just her
fingertips, just barely brushing my balls, then her nails on the tight
wrinkled skin.  "Uh!  HuhHUH!?" She let go, and it just twitched.  "Huh! 
AHHHHAHAHAH, AH!"

   Then she jerked me, so hard, and fast, twisting the end in her fist like
a doorknob, the cum so slippery I couldn't breathe.  It tickled too much to
even laugh.  "Uh!" Just buck, and twist, try to turn away from her smacking
it back, and forth.

   "Well!" she giggled and clapped, "Usually can't keep it up with whiskey
dick!" I just wanted it to be over, but sure enough, she pumped it in her
fingers, and squeezed the top so hard it squirted out.

   "HUH!" Another buck.

   "Butt," she winked, and sneered, "I know one way to make it go soft."
She put her hand over my mouth.

   "NHM!" Just her finger, but I squirmed.  She just rubbed it.  "Don't you
fucking dare.  aH, HRRRRRAH!"

   Then she fucked me.  So hard I begged her to stop, until I passed out.
"Sauce for the goose!" she rolled my balls in her hand, and I bit back
another scream from the already intense ache.  "Is sauce for the gander. 
You rape me, I rape you.  Understand?"

   "No, stop!" It hurts!

   "Ha!  Did you?  Stop because it hurt?  No, you stopped fucking me when
you got that new secretary.  So, if we're gonna rape, we're gonna rape. 
Now you know what it feels like, you like it?"

   "No!" Turn away, "Ah!" So I can't see her fist pull back, just feel her
knuckles on my cheekbone.

   "Well, you better learn to quick.  Or it's really gonna suck when I pay
back everything you did to me.  YOU HEAR ME!?" I winced, head already
aching, before I started even screaming.

   "Ah!"

   "ANSWER ME, BITCH!!"

   "Yes!" So she doesn't misunderstand, "I heard you!?"

   "Well I don't think you do Understand.  So, I've got all night to Teach
you." AHHHHHH!  "A lesson."

   "No," she just doesn't stop.

   Penelope {mf NS Groo.}

   "Hey, Nelly."

   "Just NelL.  Uh!" Roll my eyes.  "Thefuck you want?" That Oswald kid,
`Aunt' Nell's son.

   "Huh!  You know my mom?" Of course, she stops by all the time, to pick
up mom for Book Club, and Mary Kay, or whatever.  "Well," he sat down, so I
scooted away, "Well your mom told us, what your dad did to her."

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "She lies.  She's a lying bitch, you know?"

   "Did she make up the bruises, dislocated shoulder, crushed wrist, and
spiral fracture to her clavicle"

   "She's Clumsy, gets hurt a lot."

   "That's what your father tells you.  You heard the screams, her crying.
You get nitemares?"

   "No," but I yawned anyway.  "Huh!"

   "Everyone has nitemares, even if you don't remember them.  It's usually
just the recurring ones that are memorable, and symbolic."

   "You do dream interpretation?" I turned, and put my leg up on the bench.

   "Not without some idea of the symbol set." He shook his head, "I lucid
dream, you know what that means?" Shook my head, "Well, it's like.  You're
pretty much a witness, as am I when I don't realize it's a dream.  But when
I do, I can change things."

   "Like what?"

   "Anything.  Whatever I want, I can even turn nitemares into dreams."

   "How do you do that?"

   "Well first," he sighed, "You have to realize you are dreaming."

   "Huh," I thought, "Well, like you said, it's the same one, over'n over,
so.  I guess that's the easy part.  Then what do I do?"

   "Well, let's start with the dream.  If you know the script, then we can
start when you're awake, decide when to change it, and how You want it to
end."

   "So, I can control them?"

   "Eventually," he nodded, "You don't," turned his head to the side, but I
don't know how to take that expression.  "Feel, as if you have enough
control?"

   "In the dream?" I shook my head.

   "Huh!  Dreams are how the brain processes everything.  Why we have to
sleep, we gotta defrag, or something.  However, recurring nitemares are
like a skipping record.  There's a scratch or whatever, so it keeps
skipping back, and playing it over, and over."

   "Yeah," I took a deep breath, "I guess." Sounds about right.

   "Unfortunately, you can't process the experience that way, or you
would've by now.  How long you been having this nitemare?"

   "Couple years," shrug.

   "Since you started," he looked away, "Growing up?"

   "Hey," I just realized, "You know, you don't look at me?"

   "Sure I do," Hm, green eyes.  "Huh!  I just know, how it must feel. 
Getting stared at all the time, guys staring at your breasts."

   "How," I shook my head, "You're a guy!"

   "Yeah?" he shrugged, shook his head, "Well, I can imagine, that would
suck."

   "Most boys think it's a compliment."

   "Well, not me.  I can tell, when you run off.  Does it make you cry
too?"

   "No," Deep breath, "It, scares me?  I don't know, sometimes it feels
like the nitemares, but it's not likeat.  At all."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, they don't touch me, or hurt me, or choke me.  So, Huh!  I don't
fucking know."

   "They're not your father either, but does he ever lookat you likeat?"

   "No!" I look away, "Of couresnot!  Huh, just mom."

   "When he's drunk," I nod, but I'm trying not to cry.

   "Mh?" But my throat feels so tight.  "Huh!" Force myself to take a deep
breath.

   "I know this makes you feel anxious, but ignoring will probably lead to
a Repetition Compulsion, or something."

   "A what?"

   "Well?" He thinks, "It's like the nitemare.  Your mind keeps reliving
it, but over years, it may subconsciously decide to try reliving it, in
real life."

   "How?"

   "Depends on the trauma, but since we're talking about Marital Rape,
probably by subconsciously marrying someone like your father."

   "Oh." I don't want that.  "Um,"

   "Yes?"

   "What about," Last night.

   "You look more confused than anxious now." He nodded, but I guess that's
how I figured out why he stared at my face.  When we're talking, about,
this stuff.  Not like all the time, why I thought he never noticed me
before, because he doesn't stare, or try to `accidentally' bump into them,
or my butt.

   "I don't know.  Last night it was weird."

   "Oh," he laughed, "Because my mom taught her how to rape him."

   That Was him screaming!  "Wh?  How?" I just held my broher until he
stopped crying, and fell back asleep.

   "I'd have to show you," he winked, "But not until we get your head
together."

   "Don't you have class?" The bell was a while ago.

   "Yeah, well, I'm skipping now.  Technically, don't you?"

   Last lunch, "Homeroom," shrug.  I could use the nap, most days, but now
I feel wide awake.  "So, you want me to skip with you?" I bit my lip.

   "Huh!  Do you?" I nodded.  "Well first, let's see if we can break the
submissive behaviour."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Your father wants to Dominate.  Control, and hurt women, it makes him
feel like a man."

   "What about you?" He's older, I think.  Or maybe just taller, because
he's a boy.

   "I don't want to feel like a man," he sighed, "Not likeat." Shook his
head in his hand.

   "Then how?"

   "I want to be raped.  By women."

   "Yeah, I still don't get that.  How can a woman rape a man?"

   "Like I said," he got up, "I'd have to show you."

   "Okay," I just left my tray, and followed him off campus.

   Lynne {F...f/m Bond JOI CFNM Ince}

   "Hey mom?" from my son's room.

   "SHHHH!" Studying with his new friend.  Well, my mistresse's daughter,
they spiraled in around eachother for a while, but I'm just glad he finally
found someone.

   "Wh?  hhhuH!" Gasp in a breath, "What're you doing?" Well, bondage. 
Obviously.  She backed into the corner, wouldn't even look up.

   "I'm sorry," as if about to cry, "Mrs;"

   "Huh!" I started to untye the, "Constrictor knot?"

   "That's what we need help with."

   "This is dangerous," I pulled back the bight, and saw the blood bruise
where it pinched, right in the middle of the Ligature Marks.  "Uh, you can
permanently damage his circulation, or the joints in his wrists."

   "Well?" he sat up, fully clothed, "That's why I thought we needed your
help."

   "Huh!" I sat down, rubbed his wrist.  "Well," probably couldn't have
touched him, if he wasn't dressed, "To start, this is the wrong rope, and
never use this knot."

   "You do."

   "Because it gets tighter, and tighter, whenever you struggle."

   He nodded, "That's why I like it."

   "Did you watch me, teach it to Mrs.  Steward?"

   "Huh!" He nodded, turned to untye his other wrist.  "So, I was thinking,
you taught her how to Rape Nell's father.  So."

   "I don't want you playing rape games, understand?"

   "It was just Bondage." I Glared.  "Um," she looked down, "Mrs.  Meyers."

   "It's Miss." Ask me how I know so much about abusive husbands.  I'd had
Enough, (And saw the movie) years ago.

   "Sorry, MISS Meyers." But she looked up, met my eyes.  A little
confidence there?  "Huh!  It's just with, what my father did."

   "Did he touch you?" I reached out for her shoulder, rubbed it, pulling
her in.

   "I mean," she shook her head, "To my mom."

   "I put a stop to that."

   "Yes," she hugged me, "And thank you, Missus Meyer."

   "Call me Lorraine." If that'll help.  Can't really stand being called
"Missus," as in Missus Oswalt.

   "Yes, Lorraine.  But the nightmares, they didn't stop.  Until."

   "What did you do!?"

   He shrank back, but I petted her shoulder.

   "Huh!" His fell.  "I just let her beat me up.  But, I was thinkin.  If
she tied me up like you showed Mrs.  Steward.  Then I can't fight back."

   "Against what?" I held her out, to look her in the teary weepy eyes, but
despite my better judgement, I said, "Show me."

   So, she just got up, and my little boy.  Well, he's almost 16, driving,
and.  They just grow up so fast, I swear I hardly noticed.  "Just
slapping,"

   "Uh!" He just grabbed the headboard, and pulled the ropes tighter around
his pantlegs.  Jeans, good.  Something else for the hitch to grip, still
too tight, but at least there was a little leeway.

   "Here," I held out the rope, "The constrictor hitch is better for Rape.
It's a bit much for light play, and I don't want you hurting my boy."

   So, she must be, "Yes, Ms.  Meyer." 13 or 14?  She was 9 when we met, or
the first time I saw her.  Already developed, or moreso than the girls in
her grade, but with her father, and what he did to her mother.  I also know
about abusive Fathers.

   Huh!  "Call me Lynne." She doesn't call her mother that, and besides
it's short for Lynnette.

   "Yes, Lynne."

   "So," I twisted the bight into a Clove Hitch, "This is like the
Constrictor, only with 1 less twist under this line." I rubbed it over his
wrist.  "Huh!" Wanted to wipe my face, but under the makeup, "Huhhhhh!"
Deep breaths, don't want him to see me sweating, flushed, I let go.

   "Like this?" She took up his hand, and the hanging end on the other
side.

   "Yes, but add a few more wraps, loosely so it has some slack to tighten.
With practice," I held up another, actually the loose end of the ball of
rough twine.  Not sure if it's hempen, flax, or jute, but he must have
gotten it from the shed.  "You can learn to tye it with one hand, and just
slip the loops over his wrist." I demonstrated on the top of the bedpost,
Immediately regretting handme-downing my old frame.

   "Now," I held my finger up.  "Pay Attention." She stopped, looked back,
"This is important.  No breath play." 1, "It's too dangerous, you can give
him a heart attack, and he'll die before I can get him to County." She
nodded.  2, "Never leave him alone.  Tied up, or after a scene.  Untye him
first, cuddle him, and talk about it.  This is called aftercare, and it's
even more important than Foreplay."

   I guess, if it's going to run in my family, I better make sure it's done
right.

   "Now," 3.

   .

   .

   {I'm still experimenting with Pace, but this one escalates slowly.  Due
to already blowing up pretty high on the WTF?  scale, but not too much
romantic buildup to read through before the action.  Feedback is always
welcome, that's Psiberzerker@Gmail.Com;}

   Peggy {f/fM Cove Ince NS}

   "Hey," that girl.

   "Hey Danica." I sat down, nodded, "What's up?"

   "Huh!" She sat down too, "My boyfriend, Rich said you, well?  I have
this problem, and he thought you might could help."

   "With what?"

   "My," she held her arms, "Daddy."

   "What did he do?" I rolled my eyes.

   "Well," she looks down, "He doesn't never touch me, but.  Huh!  The way
he looks at me, and whenever we're alone.  Hhhh!  Some of the things he
said, makes me think,"

   "He wants to?"

   "He told me, I look, so much like my mother, when she's my age." Much
younger then him, not sure how long they're going out before they got
married.

   "He likes to look at you?"

   "In the shower, or coming out of the shower," she nodded, "Or when I get
ready for bed, you know, in my underwear?"

   "And how does that make you feel?" I got out my pack, "You smoke?"

   "I don't know," she shook her head, made a face.  So, I put the pack
back.  "Huh!  Sometimes, I think I." A tear rolled down, "Want him to?"

   "Touch you?"

   "HuhuhuH!" She shivered, and looked away.  But nodded, to herself as
much as anyone.  "I'm scared, but.  Huh!  I thought, maybe it would be
over, or at least all this."

   "Anticipation?" She swallowed.

   "I just wanted it to be over, but.  Then I heard."

   "From your boyfriend?" Never seen her with anyone, but the way she
always acted, and dressed.  I thought she was just another slut.  "Ricky,
Makriss?" Not sure how you spell it, don't have their name on their
mailbox, or anything.  She nodded, but didn't say.  Richard is a fairly
common name, so they tend to use up all the variations for short.  Rich M.
The only one I know goes by "Rich."

   "He said you, Huh!  I know what the girls call you." She wouldn't look
at me.

   "Dyke?" She shook her head, "Bitch, slut, whore?" Take your pick, but
she nodded, looked up.  I scoffed, "All true, you know."

   "He said you work with his mom." Sex work, not a lot of other
opportunities, in this small town, for a teenager without any experience.

   "I'm a Dominatrix.  You know what that is?"

   "He said you tied her up, and;" I didn't finish that.  Well, it's a long
list.

   "Huh!  Mrs.  Makriss has issues." A bit of a trophy wife, really. 
Atrophied, just dusted her off for parties, and get-togethers.  "Hmm, now
that you mention it, she did say he lost interest." About the time she
started growing up.  Well, I noticed, the boys noticed, so I guess her
daddy did too.  Not that she ever tried to hide it.

   There's a lot of Puritans in our families, one of our Great Aunts ran
away to be with the Shakers.  Got married, but didn't have kids.  They
didn't do that, probably why there ain't no more Shakers.  "So, she's gay?"

   "She's a bottom," I shrugged, "Don't think she really cares who tops
her." Gay for me, I guess.  "She was molested.  By her next-door neighbor."
A Mormon, actually.  "Huh!  I guess it helps her deal with that." And
satisfy her, secret impulses.

   "A man?"

   "No," I shook my head, "Another girl her age.  A lesbian, I guess. 
Never met her, she moved away."

   She nodded, "She told me.  Huh!  Rich doesn't know, but his mom.  She
knew what I'd been through, she could tell, so she had a talk with me."

   "Like your mother?"

   "Well," she shook her head, and looked away, again.  "Huh!  Rich knows
about her.  Girlfreinds, like you." I'll have to talk with her.

   "She's a child molester." I nodded.  "She had to, relive her abuse, so
she started with girls..." Like she'd been molested, so girls about that
age.  "How old were you?"

   "Oh, she didn't," she broke down crying, "She wouldn't." I held her, and
she just sobbed, sniffed.

   "She didn't molest you." Good.  I'm too old for her, too.  I think
Dana's actually older than me, or a couple grades ahead, but I failed a
lot. She shook her head in my shirt, so I just finger combed her hair.

   "I phink im gaw." Muffled in my blouse, really.

   "She told me about you." Not by name, but she confided in me.  I brushed
the waves flat down her back.  Just next to me, so I reached up for her

   She sat back, "Snph!  Huh, or.  Like you said Mrs.  Makriss is a bottom,
for anyone?" Except a much younger girl.

   "She's sexualy compulsive.  She can't say no."

   "She did to me."

   "Huh!  Well, she's learning how too.  I'm also like her sponsor."

   "How old are you?"

   "Nineteen?" Shrug.  "I'm not exactly a prostitute.  Legally." That's
really more of a Fantasy.  "I blackmail some, men." Mostly, "But it's also
like sex for money, because I have to do something to get evidence."

   "What kind of evidence?"

   "Well, childporn when I was that age, but it depends on the client."

   "Sounds like prostitution."

   "Yeah," I nod, "But I only have to do them once," and they keep
Paying...

   "But you also, tye up people, for money?"

   "Yeah, but that's not sex.  Sure it's erotic, but I keep my clothes on.
Don't even need rubbers, unless it's part of the scene.  Like Latex
Fetish?"

   "Uh huh?" She shook her head.

   "Huh!" well she's calmer now, "The simple answer is like Gay.  Are you
really attracted to women, or girls?" She nodded, "Which is it?"

   "Girls, our age."

   "Huh!" i!i!  "Well, hopefully you'll like em older when you age, but
what about guys?"

   She nodded, "But men.  Not like boys." Ew?  Not sure, but she made a
face.  "Like my father." Okay, she looked up, but I could almost hear the
violins, and she blushed.

   "You got the hots for your dad?"

   "Well yah!" she grinned, and shrugged.  "He's hot, all my friends think
so."

   "Does he;"

   "Yeah," she nodded, "Like 3 of them, so far." Her flush didn't go away,
if anything it spread.

   "Well," I got up, "Let's go to your place, and I'll show you." I got out
my phone, decent charge.  Switched it from Receptive to Passive.

   "You have a smart-phone?"

   "Yeah," like a $600,00 Blackberry.  "Business expense." Not like I do
any taxes.  "I live beneath my means.  This is on my dad's business plan,
but he doesn't know what I do, and it's separate from my, Income, and other
expenses."

   "Sounds complicated."

   "Yeah well my mom's a CPA, so." She shook her head, "An accountant." A
good one, no idea why I'd taken an interest in her work, and my math grades
got a lot better.  Not failing out of that.  "And there's like, Exell for
that.  It's like a spreadsheet, on a computer."

   "What's a spreadsheet?"

   "A way to organize things, like a budget, or whatever.  What I mean is,
I have to do all that myself, since it's illegal."

   "So you are a prostitute."

   "Yeah, but that's not it.  Like you're gay for girls your age, but got
this Antigone' crush, and a boyfriend." A big football jock boyfriend.

   "Oh."

   "So, when they call me bitch, slut, or whore, it doesn't mean they know
me.  It's all they know about me, but I don't participate in shaming.  Huh!
That's what they're trying to do, humiliate me out of boredom, or to feel
better.  But they're fucking amateurs, so when I realized that, it stopped
working."

   "Like when I started to enjoy the spankings."

   "Your dad?"

   "Yeah," she looked down, bit her lip.

   "You didn't say too much," looked up, guiltily, "Huh!  You can't say too
much, the more I know, the more I can help you." That's what I do.  I help
people, and make a living.  "Who-all's home?" I hadn't been in, yet.  Not
one of my clients there, yet.  Grin.  Pulled up right in the driveway.

   "Well that's dad's car, so mom's out." Shrug, "No telling how long."

   Little brother, and big shit eating grin on her dad.  "Hello, Penelope!"
I don't see it.  I mean, how he's supposed to be hot.  Kinda creepy,
actually.

   "Uh!" I laughed, looked at her.  "So, where's your room?" We looked
about the same size, I unbuttoned my coat, and handed it to him.  "I'm sure
you have a hook, or Peg around here somewhere for this." I didn't look
back, just followed her down the hall.  "Now, about that underwear you're
talking about."

   "Did you bring the Toys?" She looked back over her shoulder, but not at
me.

   "Are you Goth?" He looked up at me.

   "Ahahahuhuhuh!" I scoffed, "No." twisted back to look at his father. 
Face ( Sideboob ) Ass, toe up behind my heel, "Fetish." I patted his head.

   Daddy (Fd/D Ince BDSM NS.  Knif Rape Chok Peg.)

   "Go downstairs, and watch TV."

   "Okay, dad." He ran off.

   Wow.  I heard, rumors.  Of course, they had to be exaggerated, but
little Penelope grew up, and started dressing, provocatively.  She said
"Fetish." Okay, it looked Goth, mostly red, and black, but now that she
mentioned it.  She had on a piece of PVC, her checkerboard skirt, fishnets,
a black rubber bracelet that might have been cut from an inner tube,
leather jacket sawed off to a vest, and the general evilolita look of. 
Someone you don't just walk up, and talk to, in public.  With the way she
dresses, and everything they say about her, if you have a Family image to
maintain.

   And my daughter is Bisexual.  I noticed, she gets a little too
affectionate with her friends, and I know of at least 1 threesome in her
room.  She's a teenager, she's new to sexuality, and going through an
experimental phase.  I'm sure, I did at that age, she'd be going to college
next year, and I just hope her new girlfriend knows about protection.

   Actually, I should make sure.  "Knock, knock." The door wasn't latched,
so it swung open.  A little, they're using the mirror on the dresser
anyway, and I caught my breath.  "Hhh!"

   "Cummon in," she pulled the door.  I looked back, but Jr wasn't in the
hall, so I closed the door quick.

   "I'm sorry to interrupt," Latex cat-suit.  Halfway down her thighs,
tight enough to guess she shaved under it too.  Especially up front.

   "Hey!" she snapped in my face.

   "Sorry," I shook my head, "Uh." Where was I?

   "You like looking at your daughter?" Over her shoulder.  In her
underwear.

   I shrugged, "I'd rather look at you."

   "Okay," Dana walked around to the door, so I got out of her way.  "Huh!"
I jumped a little when she threw the lock.  CLACK!  Loud.  Something
slapped my cheek.  "Don't look at me."

   "Wh?" I turned, and stopped.  At the point, too close to focus on, but
bright, shiny, metal.  She swung it out, a knife from the kitchen, I turned
away.  "Nh?" Felt the flat, slap my cheek.  It slipped down, and I felt the
edges, under my jaw.  2 of them, so the back edge, thank god, but I froze.
Stopped even shivering.

   She didn't even go in the kitchen.  "You know," she whispered, "I used
to lock the door to keep you out." Her hand on my pocket.  "Afraid you'd
come in, at night," around my hip, "Hhhhhh!  Touch me, like I always
dreamed." The front.

   "Ugh!" I swallowed, but the knife at my throat.

   "On," she grabbed my arms, "Your," from the front, "Knees." They kind of
gave out, but the knife was away from my throat, then she slapped me. 
Harder than my daughter did.

   "You know what it's like?" She snapped her fingers, so I looked up.  At
Her, taking the knife.  "Being a girl?" My daughter held my arms, her
elbows in front of mine, but all I could feel was fear.  Okay, the rumors
were she was a slut, and into kinky sex, but they didn't say anything about
cutting.

   I shuddered, but she had my zipper down, and the knife in my pants. 
`This is what it feels like,' she whispered.  Little penny, I remember when
she wore diapers.  `Even if you don't fuck them, take their cherry, make
them bleed.  There's always the threat,' she pulled out, and patted the
front.  `in your pants.'

   It wanted to crawl up inside me.  I could feel it, as if it was
ice-cubes down my pants, not the cold hard flat metal, against my
underwear. I shivered.

   "Hihihnhin!" My daughter's laugh, "I think he likes it." Behind me.

   "Uh!" She spanked me, but how?  All I could feel was the swats, like a
paddle, but her fingers, all 10 of them tight around my arms.

   "Yeah!"

   "Huh!"

   "You like that!?"

   "Sh!" I blinked, but she grinned.  Her hand in my pants, hard little
fingers worming their way through the fly.  `Don't scream.' She bit my ear,
and just let them fall.

   "NGH!" She felt under them.  The rough zipper pulled tight, then I felt
her nail.  And something.  Pinched out under it.  "AHmmmMH?!" Into her
mouth, over my lips, I couldn't help screaming, but it didn't go far.

   CLK!  "Hm?" I looked down, at her face.  From the camera, held up in
front of me.  KZZZZT!  It stuck out like a tongue, and developed.  Just her
hand, holding them up over the zipper by my cock.  Still hard, but my face
clearly visible above it.  Eyes closed, but it looked like pleasure.  Her
hand looked so small, and young, as a child's.

   My poor privates hanging down right in front of her chin.  She licked
her lips.  "MH!" Snot shot out of my nose, on my daughter's knuckles, but
the zipper was so tight, and pinching me.

   "On the bed," she helped me, but some hairs pulled loose too, and when I
sat down.

   "NHHHHR!" I thought they'd tear off, or saw through on the sides.

   "He's getting hard!" Again, "Nihihihihihim!" She giggled again.

   "Yeah!" Her grip was so tight, I clenched some more tears out of my
eyes.

   "NRRRRRH!" It hurts!  She's pulling it so hard, then.  "Shm!" It snaps
back, and the tip slapped my belt buckle.  More snot shot out.

   "EW!" My daughter hit me.  Not like a slap, she backhanded me, and left
a wet mess on my cheek.  "Filthy!" She smacked me again, "Pig!"

   "No!" I could finally say, "Stop, it hurts!"

   "That's what she said!" They both laughed, but I looked up at her.  My
own Daughter, and felt so betrayed.  "Remember Maria?" I looked away, "She
remembers you!"

   "No!"

   "Your first time?" She didn't sound like little Penny.  "I mean, being
the one getting raped."

   Raped?

   Yes, I remember Maria, but she was always so flirty, and she certainly
wasn't a virgin, but it wasn't like that!

   "Uhn!" I think that was her finger, or thumb?  But who's?  Certainly
Danica, she wouldn't, but it hurt so much!

   "We won't be needing this," she turned to me, "Right?" She just dropped
the knife.  Tip down into the top of the dresser.  I had to throw it out,
the tip bent, but the German (Henchel, 8" KochsMesser from the block in the
kitchen.) steel didn't snap off.

   I don't even remember what they did to me after that.  I know it hurt,
but when I came to.  I hurt inside.  My anus, they sodomized me.  Both of
them, I don't even know what they used.

   I just shook my head, tried to breathe through all the underwear.  "Hh h
h h!"

   "Uh!" I rubbed my wrists too.  My throat.  Threw up, and got in the
shower.  I just curled up in the back of it, hugged my legs and cried.

   I just remember flashes.  She choked me with them.  Her favorite pair, I
got for her.  Tight around her ankles, and my throat.  So Peggy was fucking
me then.  What did she use?  I looked up, but the knife was still stuck in
the top of the dresser.  On the floor, the floorboards on my cheek, my
daughter sitting on my back, or no.  Laying down, that wasn't her bottom
against me.

   No, they were around her knees, or they tried it both ways.  ?  No, yes.
They both choked me with panties, and stuffed them in my mouth, and put
them over my face like a mask.  Wiped me with them, so all I could smell
was my own shit.

   "Uh!" The rough lacy ones wrinkled, and twisted, slipping out of me, and
running down to the drain in the falling water.  "Hrk!" I just dry heaved,
but that made me hurt again, and I spasmed over and over, like the rough
dry thrusts into me.

   "Yeah!" my daughter, clapping, "Fuck the shit out of him!" Then making
me clean it off, gagging on it.

   I don't know, if I can ever look at her again.

   "You made me this way," she spat it, in my face.  Jerked it off in her
mouth, I never expected to get off, but it took forever.

   "uh!" At least I was just sobbing, didn't make me feel as torn inside.
Or cut, am I bleeding?  Did I bleed?  It actually hurt less when it wasn't
so dry, but was that just shit, or blood too?

   No, I never even brought up safe sex.  I ment to, but she wiped it on my
face with her bare fingers.  And my semen, in my daughter's mouth. 
"KhuHL!" Just bile, but god damn that hurt.

   Maybe she's already infected with something.  Didn't she have a cold
sore, and how did I let her become.  I guess I shouldn't have let her dress
so provocatively, and have boyfriends so young.  I thought the bisexuality
was a phase too, like the underwear.  Search me why she likes such slutty
clothes, and parading around in her underwear.  In front of her brother,
but when we have the house to ourselves.

   I never want to be alone with her.  Ever again, why the very idea fills
my heart with such terror, but she's hanging out with that girl now. 
"Peggy."

   "Nh!" It clenched all on it's own.

   She just says "I'm going out," but I know who she's going out with.

   I really should have payed more attention to her friends.  But I never
even thought, she was like that.  "Tell anyone," she tickled the pinched
wounds from the zipper, "And I'll cum back for a testicle," she twisted it
in her hand, "Three strikes and you're out." She winked.

   Well, that's 2 balls.  "Understand?" And a bat, she didn't have to
explain it.  "Understand!?"

   I nodded.  Then she took her hand away.

   I don't even want to think about sex, ever again.

   Just the razor, in the soap dish by the sink flashes me back to the
knife at my throat, scraping the subble under my jaw.  "Hhhh!" I can't even
shave any more?

   The Rapee {Ffm CD CFNM Fdom Joi}

   "Where're we going?" Not the usual spot, she said it was a "Surprise,"
but.  Her car, it's a hatchback, handmedown, but.  Even with the seat backs
down, it's pretty tight back there.  3 door coupe, fast, but not very
roomy.

   "I told you about my new therapist?" Sex therapist.  "Well, she needs to
talk with you."

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, but her issues.  Honestly, I could have anyone
I want at school, even some of the faculty, but I settled for her because
she's hands down the kinkiest.  "It's about the way your father treated
you." I nodded.

   "To start," she shook her head, "I'm past that." Must have had a
`Breakthrough,' but I'm not the therapy type.

   The office was way out in the sticks, but it had been getting dark a
while ago.  So, by the time we got there, only one was open.  Like a
storefront, but with paper taped up over the windows out front.  No bell on
the door.  "Storefront psychiatrist?"

   "No." He shook his head.  Big bushy beard, and long hair.  "My offices
are being renovated, so this is temporary."

   CLACK!  The lock behind me, sounded loud is all.

   "Have a seat," he waved at a folding chair, there was a couch on the
side, but Dana stretched out on it.  "Go on, Sit." she nodded, "Down."

   "Okay," like an oral exam.  "I'm,"

   "I know who you are," he nodded, "Ricky."

   Well, "Rick." Ricky is like little ricky.  His voice sounded familiar,
but with the thick goatee, and glasses.  Just regular glasses, but the way
the desk light caught them, I blinked at a little glare.  But not round, or
sunglass frame.  "Huh!" Everyone knows who I am.

   "Rich jock." He nodded, "I guess that explains where your narcissism
comes from."

   "I thought we're here," I looked over, "About her father."

   "Huh!" I looked back, and he looked down.  It did sound familiar, high
like a Tenor, I guess, but.  "Sometimes we marry our mother, or father.  Or
find a reasonable substitute."

   I took Psyche, last year.  "Freud?"

   "SchadenFreude'," he shook his head, "You're also a late adolescent, and
I must say show signs of anabolic growth." Failed German, though.

   "I never took steroids," wanna test me?  I'll roll my sleeve right up.

   "No, but naturally it predisposes you to certain behaviours.  Makes you
impulsive, temperamental, Antisocial."

   "Like a psychopath?"

   "It's too early to diagnose that.  With the hormones, there's honestly
no way to differentiate, but the theory is some men outgrow it."

   "What'sis got to do with," I turned to the couch, "Dana?"

   "Your relationship.  Is both of you, with her relationship with her
father, you have to be careful not to reinforce certain memories, and
behaviours."

   "Like what?"

   "Pressuring her for sex," for one.  "Did you wet the bed?"

   "Yeah, when I was a little boy."

   He blinked, but didn't open his eyes until he nodded.  I couldn't see
what he did with his mouth through the mustache, but the whiskers were
blond, and neatly trimmed, Before they curled like his nicely combed, and
probably styled hair.  Nice suit, though.  Navy blue with a gold tie.

   "How old were you, when you stopped?"

   "I don't know," I looked over.  "Maybe ten," shook my head, "Or eleven?"
She nodded.

   "Yes, but you weren't teased for it."

   Eldest, so no.  Not so much.

   "What's that got to do?"

   "We'll get to the conclusions, right now I need all the variables to
plug into the pattern."

   "Okay?" I shrugged.

   "What she's saying is," Dana sat up, "Huh!" Looked away, "I don't know
if I can go out with you, unless we confront some of these problems."

   I looked back, at her eyes, under the bangs, to match the blond santa
beard.  "Nelly?" She stood up.  What happened to her tits?

   "Sorry for the ruse." she nodded.

   "What is this?" I could see her teeth, under the whiskers.

   "TheRapy," she laughed, or chuckled.  Not like Hohoh, more like heheha!
I just had my hands in my lap, so when she sat down.  She sat on my arms,
and her legs squeezed tight on the sides.  "I know your mom," of course. 
Her fake beard went over my eyes, except the mustache brushing my forehead.
"Smq, so I understand why you don't want to talk about it."

   "Wh?" I shook my head, but, "WHM!?" Then I was smothered in her shirt,
and jacket, and tie.  She felt flat, and of course dressed like a little
doctor/man.  Didn't notice sitting down, but, "Huh!"

   Her hands, her fingers.  Felt too small, just on the back of my head, in
my hair.  "You want to fuck her?"

   "Uh!" she looked down at me, pulling my hair hard.  "Huh?" I couldn't
nod, but I was wincing, in pain.

   "Well," she slapped me, "First you have to learn the bottom."

   "I know." I shook my head.

   "Your mother." Not a question.  Why I was so relieved when she told me.
Believed her when she said he never touched her, but.  "But I'm going to
help you with that, too."

   What happened to the beard?  I looked around, but she must have dropped
it behind me.  The couch was empty, but then she reached out, and pulled
the string on the lamp.  Just stainless steel, like a bell, but up on a
Doctor Octopus arm with a heavy base.  I could see her, from the lamps in
the parking lot, but scattered all over by the white paper over the
windows, with the blue tape to the matte chromey partitions between them

   "Huh!" Then something over my eyes, the last thing I saw was Penny,
unbuttoning her jacket, her hips making the pants too tight at the top, but
covered by the matching, was that custom?  Tailored?  So, that had to be
Dana behind me.

   "I'm not going to hurt you," pulling my arms back, "Just relax."

   "Uh!" my wrists pulled whatever she was twisting around them tight, but
my face already burned from the first slap.  This one was back hand, I felt
Her knuckles across my cheekbone, and sure it would bruise.

   `I promise.' A whisper, then she kissed it.  Right above the cheek, and
lapped the bone with her tongue.

   "HuhHhH!" Panties, I felt the lacy crotch with my fingers, hanging
between my wrists.

   "Ooh, you're hard!" She rubbed my pants, then I felt Her knees between
mine.

   "Mhm?" I nodded, bit my lip.

   "I'll show you hard," Her hand was stronger.  Tighter, pulling out my
balls, still in my underwear, but "Nh!" I even forgot Dana's hand, until
She released them.  My belt was open all a sudden, and she held them out in
front.  To slip her hand inside.  "Uh!" She patted my balls, through the
crotch.

   "Should've worn a cup."

   "MMMMMMMH!" Dana held my mouth again, but Her knee.  No, she didn't hurt
me, but she pulled them up in my pants for the hard bone to grind in under
them, and crush them into the bottom of her thigh.  Firm, and muscular, not
bone, but still hard enough I.  "Unh!" My hips bucked, and I felt her wrist
slip.  Wetly over my spurting cockhead, in my pubes, my boxer briefs
pulling tight in her hand, pinching and pulling on my scrotum.

   "He likes it!" That was Mikey?  I remember that commercial, it was like
Sesame Street, but they don't have commercials on PBS?

   "Uh!" my head fell, "Huh!" I gasped, like I'd just run a few miles.  To
warm up, but she wiped it on my face.  My mouth, lips.

   "Clean up your mess!" She rubbed it in, even fucked her fingers in my
mouth to suck them off.  "You like it, faggot?  The taste of your cum? 
Suck them off!" Her hand rubbed the back of my head, but she didn't pull my
hair.  Nor hurt me at all, just fed me my own cum.

   "Yes!" I gasped for breath, "I love it." My head fell back, but she
stood up.  Her heels walked slowly around front, so I looked up.

   "You like fucking other girls?" Looked like a jock-strap.  "Well," she
turned at the hip.  "Now you can watch me." But black and shiny, that's not
an athletic cup.  I gasped, "Fuck another woMan!"

   Bent over the desk, the fine cotton pants pulled down, then the peach
rubber panties, where did She get rubber panties?" "Uh!" Spanking her
through them.  Her hands back to cover them, then Dana held them.  Tight to
swat her with the shiny plate.  Riveted to the leather, tiny flat round
studs, like a millimeter all around.  The big plastic cock slipping over
her ass, then back, pulling back.  Dana bent her knees to run it down her
crack.  Her asshole appearing above the pointy looking head.

   It doesn't even look like a cock, for one thing it's light green, and
for another, I never seen a shape like that.  "Better get it wet first."

   "Huh!" Penelope just relaxed on the desk.  Faced away, but I saw her
fingers, slip up over the edge of the desk.  "Uh!" Slapping herself again,
before Dana's hip got in the way.

   "Open up!" She held my forehead.  "That's good," petted it, back over
the hairline, then her palm on my crown.  Her fingers felt strong, maybe
not as strong as Penny's, but,

   "HuhlK!" I gagged, and coughed.

   "Spit it out." She held up her hand, then turned to rub it in her.

   "hUH!" She humped back, "Ah!  Yes." Her ass shook with the wet swat,
straight to the twat.  "UHN!" I wished I could see it.  She went slow, but
the tight straps around her ass, and thighs went a little slack, and let
them clench bottoming out, and pressing into her.  "Uh yeshm.  Mh, hm!"

   FAP!  Hard, FAP!  FAP!  FAP FAP!  FAP FAP FAP FAPfapfapfap!

   "Uh god!" My Dana.  Fucking Penelope, yeah I just got off, but the
panties feel so rough, and tight, yet I can't touch myself at all.  I think
I can, "Yeah." Lean over, and sit up, pull my elbows around the bent pipe
holding the seat back, and get up.

   She doesn't even look back, but now the desk is scraping back on the
stripped concrete floor, there's pallets of tile, cheap commercial stuff
against the wall, and everything echoes around the dim mostly open space.

   "Hh!" I wished I could hold her, but I settled for her ass.  Flexing
tight, squeezing around my cock, and rolling up and down over my poor
abused balls.  Blueballs would be fine, I doubt I could feel them over the
dull ache, and memory of light controlled, but progressive wracking.

   But she needed this.  She was right, I tried to top her, wanted to but I
thought she was just playing hard to get.  Topping from the bottom,
manipulating and teasing me, so.  `I love it.' I whispered in the ear. 
Kissed it.  `I love you."

   "Nhhhh!" She stopped.  Fucking slowly, so I could follow her with my
hips.  Feel her dragging out with my fingers.

   "Uh!" Penny hunched, so Dana swatted her again.

   I twisted my wrists, no back the other way, so the legs unwound the
bight between them.  Breathing in her ear.  `Like this.' I jacked it, still
wet and greasy.  "So dominant, it makes me want you." The barest whisper.
`to fuck me.'

   "HhhhhuhuHUH!" She shivered, and her ass shuddered.  Slower, then her
shivers, but faster than her hunching, even her fastest fucking.

   She turned around, but I got on my knees.

   "Huh!" On the cold gritty cement.  Through my pants, but they're fine,
and not very padded.  Probably ruining them too, but fuck it.

   "Better get him wet first."

   Penny behind me, I felt her fingers first, then her breath.  "Huh!"
Spreading me open.  "HAHKHL!" She spat on it.  Then her wet tongue, but I
tried to pay attention to Her cock, in my mouth.  Down my throat.  Relaxing
so I don't gag too much.  But the head, it's like a tiny buttplug.

   "Kh!" Kissing at her tongue with more spasms.  My wet sphincter bulging
out a little.  "Nh!" Open wide to feel the weird curvy ribbed squiggles
slipping over my tongue again, the thick spit/snot all over it, and around
my throat.  It's spongier too.  The tip, it squishes a little, but there's
something hard inside.  Like a cock, but the most inhuman cock ever.  An
alien probe, anal probe.  Huge bulging knot around the base, like a dog's?
Not that I ever really looked, but I'd seen a dog's cock before, only it
was red instead of green?  I coughed it back out, spitting on it, and
panting.

   "You ready, dicky?" I just nodded, stood up, bent over the desk.  My
head hung over, the chair.  So penny got up, and shook flakes of concrete
out of her hair.  Sitting down, hooking her heels in my armpits, to roll up
to the desk.  She pulled my hair, a lot.  On top, where it's long enough,
but she has to hump up.  Her ass out of the chair, rocking back.

   "Let him go." My hands free, I could reach up to hold her.  Relax, don't
think about the point.  Squishing against me so the tip felt even sharper.

   "Nhu!" She couldn't hold my face down, but her cheeks dropped out of my
hands, and my little dicky tried to crawl back in the skin, and my balls
felt tight.  She wound up standing up.  Grinding her cunt into the back of
my head, my neck.  I had to hold my chin on the little drawer so it didn't
choke me.  I could breathe, but that's about all I could do.  So, I held
onto the sides of the desk, and just breathed.

   "Hhhhhh!"

   I didn't get off, but it felt like forever, and I didn't want it to end.
I clenched, "MUFF!" But I was on my back, and she let me breathe.  "So,"
she gripped it in front of her.  Strap-on, over that peach rubber bottom.
"Think you can get it up again?"

   "Nhm?" I just let my head fall back, but Dana bent down to kiss me. 
Up-side down, like spiderman, but she had her shirt open.  The wire in the
bra crushed the tip of my nose, the first time she really hurt me, even
after fucking me, but not like Peggy.  Her hot wet mouth, even her teeth
proving I can, in fact get it up again.  After getting gangbanged, I think
it was for hours.  I hope it was hours, what time did we get here?

   Then her skirt.  Over my neck, her panties.  Just mesh, like tiny
fishnet, but I love them.  They add, texture?  Not like hair, or more hair,
and holding some down while more curl out, grinding wetly on my wet chin.
Between my tongue and her clitorus.  I didn't know it got that big.  I ate
her out before, to get her wet, but I never seen it so swollen, and red,
and pinched under a tight X of hot pink microfiber.

   And so wet I can smell it, practically fucking my nose into her.  Snot
too, snorted out reflexively when it drips down, and trickles in the top
of, "NKH!" But it just jerks my face into her, and it feels like she'll
break my neck.  "Uh!"

   She's so loose, but wet, and hot, and slippery.  Scratching my belly, I
mean hard enough to leave welts, if not draw blood, they're not that sharp,
but "Huh!" Dana's fingers pinching hard.  She promised not to hurt me, but
I loved it.

   "Don't cum!" Both hands slapped my chest, then my belly under the
scratches.  "Don't' you dare get off.  Not yet, hold it."

   "I can't!" But slowly.  "Uh!" Add tears to the mix, but I slipped out.
"It hurts!" I was throbbing, and the rubber band was so tight around my
balls.  "UH!" So tight, they stick up, like my hardon.  Flattened between
my pubes, and her's.  The hard bones underneath, grinding together.

   "You love it, don't you?"

   "Mhm!"

   She released my mouth, "Don't you!"

   "Yes, Dana!"

   "Dan!" She choked me, and hit me hard with her pubes.

   "Dan, AHK!" Yes, I was slipping away!  I finally passed out...

   Peggy {ff/m Doms}

   The surprise, it felt like I got off, right there.  Just talking to him,
and anticipating his suprise.  Then, he said My name.  The recognition,
confusion, I just kept playing Magic Tricks with my Assistant.  Helping me
strip off the beard, and pitching it behind him.  Distracting him while she
strapped in, keeping his mind jumping from pleasue to pain.

   'I won't hurt you,' she whispered.

   That's my job, my palm smarted from rocking his face to the side, then
she licked it.  Lapped a tear from the corner of his eye, and I thought the
rush couldn't get more intense.  But if I don't get off, it builds up, and
we've got it all night.  Jobsite, I have a friend.  They'll come back
monday, we might have all weekend!

   He's so into it, even the jagged zipper biting into his balls just made
it swell.  She told me, he likes her hitting him.  Playfuls swats, maybe a
punch to the arm, but he wants her to Fight Back.  That's the part of his
fantasy, I didn't like the sound of.  But subspace?  He's comfortable
there, made himself at home, put his feet up, and turned on the TV.

   Cable, panties are remarkably strong, but you have to shop for the best.
Check the seams, if you don't know what to look for, now's not the time,
but a poly-blend doesn't hurt, and these had the solid crotch.  Single
peice serged at the hips, nice ribbons to reinforce, before I went back
over them with Polyester Buttonhole Twist.  They can support Dana's Weight.

   Oh, and MC.  Virilization, nothing biochemical, just reinforce the Power
Assertive rough and tumble lipstic skirt.  Girl through and through, but
really likes the role reversal, a dagger, and not so much bisexual as
Mysexual.  Domme, thanks for the D, I'll tell you when you can have it
back. Basically, a very good pupil.

   And Peggy.  The only way to get one like this is DiY, stared with her
parents, but live in the moment.  I've got this delightful stew of
gender/role-reversal, and a nice hard cock to ride, so I slip it from my
lips, my thumb knuckle out of his crack, and the strapon out of my cunt. 
Everything nice and slippery, I roll on a nice fresh one, and climb on the
desk.

   Dan slips His cock up my ass, and starts pressing in as soon as I'm all
the way down.  Her breasts on my back, hands slipping up.  Under my arms,
holding His hands.  MERCEY, cry uncle, "MH!" Her panties over his face,
Mine stuffed in his mouth, filthy, soaked in a mix of juices from all 3 of
us.  Her strong little hands pulling tight, forcing into me.  My ass up, on
her boyfriends'.

   "uhN!" She fucks me.  i finally fall, straight through them, the desk,
not everything.  The cold scraped filthy cement.  The grit in my cunt and
ass, shivering, flayed alive down to muscle, and chilled to the bone.

   i?

   No, the is no i.

   ;

   Dan {Tm/F Fnet Feti Ince Fant.}

   "Hihihin!" Penny giggled.  He looked good, burgundy fishnet, and gold
panties.  Not like Ironman, Spartan colors.  Defensive back/tackle, helping
our school get to County at least every year, and leading the State in
Sacks.  And all the sexual subtext that entales.

   A man, even for his age (17) big, broad, hairy, and muscular.  With his
shriveled package tucked into gold shiny Rocky (Horror) speedos, and tight
dark red women's fishnet pantihose over his hairy legs.

   But she left, just supervised the first time.  After all, it was my
first BDSM scene since the rehearsal.  Not counting the Rape, of course. 
That was something else!  We weren't playing, but it worked.  He won't look
at me any more.  Which is all I wanted, him to stop.  He leaves, drives off
if we're left alone.  I heard him cry.  Sobbing alone in his room, broken
like a little boy.

   Schadenfreude' The sweetest joy, but we're satisfied, for now.  Now cums
aftercare, I held him.  And he cried too.  Quietly, gently against my
chest. "Huh!" I petted his hair, like the dog he is.  "It wasn't like
that." He scooched his ass in the fishnet, rubbed them.  "She hurt me,
punished me, but.  Huh!  Not like you, just." He kissed my chest.

   "Yeah," tried to hold back, "I'm sorry."

   "Why?"

   "I didn't mean to hurt you?"

   "No!" He sat up, "That was incredible!  I want you to.  Well not hurt me
more, but.  Huh!" He looked up, "Can you keep hurting me, that much?"

   "Sure!" Not like I'm into the pain, but it does make it a lot hotter. 
"I'm not a sadist." I pushed his hand away.  "I'm dominant.  I love that,
but." Swatted it, "I like the bondage more, and fucking." I found I love
fucking, the moment she let me try her's on.

   "And Peggy?"

   I laughed, "Yeah, that's a pun.  Huh!  I wasn't born knowing how, to
fuck." I'm a girl, for one thing, "So, she had to show me.  She's not just
a ther/Rapist." At 20, nothing but High School, and dropped out of that,
"She's a Dominatrix." Call it a Learning Disability, "She learns, and
teaches from Experience." But then, she started early.

   "Well," he kissed the side of my breast, "You had a great teacher.

   "Huh!" Gravity wasn't enough.  I sat up, but she was nice enough to
leave her binder.  "What about the anal?"

   He shrugged.  "I loved it." Rubbed my shoulders, and turned over one of
the straps.  While I scooched it around.  It's un/comfortable, like a
training bra, but I don't know why.  I don't like bondage, but the tight
straps.  Like the ones on the harness.  I got up, stepped into the straps.

   "Butt I'm fucked out," we both laughed.

   "I know," the great thing is both being the same size.  I had to gain
some weight, but it was worth it.  She left the suit, too.  And the beard.
"Huh!  I think I'm a transvestite." I looked back.  God I love the fishnets
on him.  "Too." Maybe a little foot fetishism too.  We need to get him some
heels, in his size.

   I buckled up, rubbed the front.  Just the plate, with the mounting ring
strapped tight, and the buckle in the small of my back.  I don't like that,
it's just uncomfortable, under pants.  "I love this," I slipped my fingers
out my fly, and zipped it up over the shiny plate.

   "Huh!" I can't explain it.  To him, the relief of taking the bra off,
after wearing it all day.  Or laying back in the tub, so they float
weightless.  He knows how it feels to be fucked now, and found he likes
playing the girl.  Too.  "Huh!  I just wanted to make sure.  Since you
wanted to get into playing like his.  AHUH!" Cleared my throat.  Spat in
the trashcan.  "Beg pardon, I didn't want to turn into your sex slave." He
nodded, "That's why I was scared, and hesitated.  Huh!  And with your
issues, narcissism, I'm Sure that's exactly what I would let you do."

   "So, what Are we doing?"

   I sat down, anyway.  On the corner of the desk.  "Come here," I took his
hand, sat him on my lap.  He's heavy, but not long enough for my legs to
fall asleep.  I could feel them, the threads of his pantyhose through the
fine Egyptian cotton.

   "Well, BDSM, but switch.  Femdom, role reversal, gender bending, but if
we take turns.  Taking it, tying the other down, holding the metaphorical
whip." Don't have any yet, "Then it's an equal relationship.  It's not just
big man/over/little girl.  And we can see other people, together."

   "You mean more threesomes?" He grinned.

   "Yeah, it's not cheating if we share," but first, his mother.  As soon
as I can talk him into it.

   Dick {m-MF Ince Rape.  Trigger warnings should be moot, at this point.
However, here's your warning: Anger-Retaliation.}

   "KHUL!" I spat in the dirt, and got up.  She grabbed the towel, and got
in back.  Her deep throat cock between her legs, under her skirt.  I took
her home, but it tented her out, walking back to the fence, then climbing
up, where the next-door neighbor's came out farther around their side yard.
Then she swung over, and was gone.

   "Rich bitch!" Didn't even sound like me.  Haven't even gotten off today,
saving it, for Her.  The only way to get past your fear is to Confront it,
overcome it, so I parked.  "Huh!" i sounded so rough, from all the choking,
and throat fucking.  "KHUH!" Punch myself in the adam's apple.  "Yeah. 
HUHL!" Spat out the window.  Then climbed out.

   I saw her.  Grin, "Mom!" ~The Kurghan.  No, "Hello, pretty!" Chuckle to
myself.  "Nuns, no sense of humor." Trying to think of some other good
ones.

   Evening Jog, then a shower.  Sawed off sweat shorts over the biker
shorts.  Black, stretchy, tight.  Flattened by the sports bra, sleeveless
teeshirt, the neck ripped low, to cover her just enough.  To run, through
this nice neighborhood.  Mostly petty crime, kids' stuff.  Stolen bikes,
vandalism.

   But she went around, through the street lights.  Still stragglers from
the evening rush, dying down.  Out on the Avenue, no houses, across the
creek, by the guardrail, on the Bridge.  Or embankment, a couple spiral
steel pipes buried through it, and they really need to trim the bushes.  On
the end.

   "Huh huh huh huh!" Breathing, marathon jog, a step up from
power-walking, but she doesn't see me, stand up behind her.  My shadow,
she's backlit by the street-lamp, on the corner.  The camouflage poncho
flapping up over my arms like a skirt.

   "MH!" Into my glove, she kicks when her sneakers leave the pavement, but
I easily turn her, back to the bushes at the end of the guardrail. 
Headlights, shining around the corner, but I'm down, rolling down the hill,
she screams when my hand slips, but I grab on, gripping her throat, and pin
her.

   "Don't look at me," through the camouflage mesh veil.  Mosquito-netting
really, but Realtree((TM)) on the outside.

   "KHH!" her tongue bulges out, but I shove in the knotted bandana, and
turn her head to pull one of the twisted ends under it.  Knee on her cheek,
behind her, I pull the other one around, and the improvised ball-gag tight
in her cheek.  Flashing back to her thumb, tight on my throat, holding me
to smack my cheek, spit spraying between her teeth.

   "Hhuhuhuh!" She doesn't recognise my voice.  "Rich bitch." feel down her
neck, and rip it lower.  Over the tight curved seams of her bright blue
sports bra, layers of it.  "Runnin around all sexy, half nekkid." Squeeze
one, but she's moaning, muffled under my shin.  In the dirt, and grass,
blocking from the road, just a dim dappled blob in the near shadow, almost
to the trees.

   She kicks, and screams more, dragging her back, by the wrists, but
they're so dainty and weak she can't even shake free.  Turn her face down,
and pull them back, over her head.  Can't hold both of them, and get my
belt undone, so I pin her shoulders with my knees, unbuckle, and slip it
out quick.

   I don't have to see her.  Hear her wimper, moan.  "AHM!" Short screamy
grunt twisting her wrist.  Moving back to sit on her ass, locking it behind
her, and slipping the loop over.  "Hot fuckin momma." That's the fantasy,
of course.  Fucking Venus, jealous, needing the mirror constantly in front
of her.  The wicked queen, my torturer.

   But say that for last.  After I show her what she made me.  Then the
Who. "Huh!" Jerk her up next to me.  By the arms, you have to bend your
hips, or dislocate them.  Beside her, scraping her face on the dirt. 
"AHM!" Her knees, rubbing up from the swat to the waistband of the shorts.
Double knotted in front, as always.  Makes them even tighter between the
thighs.

   "Like that?" AHM!  Right to the cunt.  Through the spandex, but just
like she used to hit my tighty whiteys.  Over her hip, her nails, and
fingertips striking my balls.  She stopped when I got bigger than her. 
Footface, grind it in.  "You don't deserve it," I pushed the spandex down,
"But I'm gonna fuck you like you never been before."

   "UM!" Face wet with tears, probably in the dusty/sandy brown clay powder
of the creekside.  Embankment, almost dark, but I played down here for
years.  Turned by the knot.  "Uhumhumhumhum!" Sobbing into the dirt, in
grunts, timing the hard deep dry thrusts of my fingers into her cunt.  I
have to pull out, unwrap the fucking rubber, but.

   She's my mother.  It didn't stop her, barely slowed her down, but "UH!"

   "Mhmhmh?" She just whimpered, I let her turn, aside.  Her chin was so
tight, and powdered.  I guess a dark wet adobe brown from the mud.  "Huh!"
I pushed her over.  Twisting inside her, but on her hip.  Turned her face.
Eyes clenched, leaking a bright tear in the stripe of street light slanting
in through the trunks.

   My hood already off.  Mesh tube down around my neck, leaning down,
breathing in her face.  `look at Me!" Still didn't sound like me.  My voice
so rough, and deeper, and manlier than my father's.  But she recognised me,
tried to turn away, but I held her jaw with my thumbs.

   "This is what you made me." I closed my eyes too.

   "Huh!" Just held it in, and filled the rubber.  "Uh?" Until it went
slack, and slipped out of her.  "Hhhhuh!" I think she passed out.  Stopped
crying, and just lay there limp while I undid my belt.

   I lied.  She had no idea what I was, still figuring that out myself, but
I wanted to Punish her.  And Humiliate her, like she did me.  Or as close
as I could.  But then I was gone, back down the creek.  I even changed back
into the clothes I wore earlier before she came home.

   And went straight to the shower.  Like she always did, but I just turned
the music up.  A little late, she probably just took another lap.

   "RICKY!" Dad pounded on the floor with something "TURN THAT NOISE THE
FUCK DOWN!"

   {Nitzer Ebb - Kick It!  (Big Hit)}

   "All right!" I reached for the knob.  "Fuck!"

   She never looked at me again.  But then, Mr.  Meyer killed himself. 
Hanged himself, she stole the note before anyone else saw him.  The police
ruled it suicide, not accidental, but he planned for it.  In his
confession, he couldn't live with the guilt.

   Good, I hope she fucking kills herself too!

   "Hello?" I don't even remember picking up the phone, dialing.  "Who's
this?"

   Peggy {FF Pros NS}

   I just had to take a piss.  Behind the hotel, just popped a squat, and
made sure my skirt was out of the way.  "Fuck," heels, "Mona." I slipped my
underwear down to my ankles.  Felt Vinyl, good, strong.  Took a deep breath
as her hand came out of her purse, with a flick-knife.

   I swear, time slowed down, and I rolled, or my body did, twisting beside
the wall where I, "Bitch!" propped myself up on my ass.

   "This mah terretorrey!" Black, tall, no pimps, but the most intimidating
bitch on the block, and I actually play up the cute and innocent look. 
Especially when I'm lurking, keeping an eye out.  For competition.

   Looks like a gas-station liner lock, probably loosened to snap out with
a practiced flick of her wrist, but blade up, edge out, hammer grip.  Tanto
tip, and semi-serrated, but she can't cut through the tight PVC, wrapped
around under her wrist, and behind the blade.  Now, I woulda just turned it
around, to cut my ankles, but she barely reacted before I twisted, pulled
her down off balance, and threw her face-first into the wall.  Just managed
to turn her head.

   "Uh!" hit it pretty hard, though.  Relaxed, and the peice of shit rolled
out of her limp fingers to the cracked, and pebbled asphalt edge, but I
could reach it by sound, then feel.  Fortunately caught the back edge, and
turned it around to the handle.

   "Uh!" I Unwrapped my shoes, and rolled back to my feet.  PHK!  Chipped
the chisel like tip straight down into the asphalt, weathered dried out
back alley, right next to my foot.

   "You can work with me, or compete with me." Possibly even the same
niche, other than racially, "But you can't fight me." I bent down, grabbed
my underwear, and pulled them up.  Snagged my bag too, scooching around to
get everything seated, but just turned, and walked back out to the parking
lot.  Limped a little, on half tippy-toes.

   "Huh!" I need a cigarette.  But he's here, and he likes it dirty.  So,
actually a good thing I didn't get a chance to wipe.  I just powersmoked to
finish it, before he was done paying for the room.  "You're late." I tapped
my foot.  Didn't really have to get in character, but I stood on the curb
with the heel broken off.

   He liked these shoes too.  "Huh!" he fumbled at the door, "Hurry the
fuck up." I'm real horny this time.

   "Karen." {Tv/T CD Bond, Pseu Saph Nylo/Viny Feti.}

   "Rough day?" She felt tense.

   "Got in a fight," she cracked her neck, "With a hooker."

   "She okay?" She scoffed, but laughed a little.

   "She got the message," she lay down, "But I really need to unwind."
Really tense around the glutes, probably from all that fucking.  Hard ass
buttocks, even relaxed, working the tension out with my fingers.  "HUH!" I
looked up, at her arms.  Tightening, gripping the headboard.  Gave her a
nice pat, on my way around.

   Leggs.  Pantie hose, by the egg.  Can't really do much with them when
we're done, any way.  "Uh!" She relaxed from the unexpected swat, then
sighed into the pillow.  I lifted her hand, rubbed circles in her palm, and
kissed the back of it.  "Hhhhh!"

   The nylons, brushing the hairs on her forearm.  Relaxing, letting go to
hang.  I picked up one of the toes, and stretched it out.  She turned, to
the side of her face, "Hmmmmm!" Her back arched a little, but she smiled,
and sighed.  Her hair spilling over her, cheek, neck, rolling under the
double layer of microfiber.  `hnnnnh!' Though her nose, completely relaxed.
"Hurt me?" She murmured.

   Just a little, I pinched her earlobe, but tighter, and tighter until she
winced.  "Yeahmmmmn!" She turned back to the pillow.  So I didn't have to
smother her, blind her, or mute her.  Just climbing back, on top of her. 
Press her thighs together with my knees and "AHHH!" Her hair, pulled back
in my fist.  Splitting her cheeks with my hard bare stubbly cock, she
actually likes me to grow it out, and it'd been a couple days. 
"Nnnnnyeah!" I bit her ear, and slowly released her hair.  "Hh hh hh!" It
fell, draped over her back, but she held her head up, twisted back until I
let it snap back.  And her head hit the pillow.

   My skin slipped back over the head.  "Huh!" She waved, "No." I just
picked up the bottle, "Dry."

   I like pain.  I told myself i could take it before that, and I guess I
decided it was better than letting Mommy hurt me.  Until I got big enough
to fight her off.  "Huh!" I'm a bottom too, but this.

   I flipped the cap back, and set it down on the bedside.  Pulled the
drawer, and felt around for the flat wrapper that didn't slip around in
there.  Looked to make sure, pure latex, unlubricated, nothing but powder.
Set it down, but held the skin out, and press it back into her.  "Nh!" She
relaxed, then pushed.  "HHM!" Like trying to shit me out, but it keeps the
rim from pushing in, so it can stretch, and push the skin back.  "NH!" She
nodded, but clenched tight around my head.  `hhhhh!'

   I kept pushing, because so did she, until I had enough skin to pull
back. About a quarter stroke, until it stretched tight, on the outside, but
the natural lubricating skin closed over it inside her.  A few more strokes
like that, but she stopped clenching, and pushing so I could keep working
deeper, every time the skin pulled back.

   And I don't care about shit.  Passed all my tests, got all my shots. 
The rubber would be about not getting pregnant if not for the fact that she
needs it.  Sometimes, for that extra intensity, but finally I can relax. 
"Huh!" My hips on her ass, holding me up before mine starts to cramp.

   "NH!" she took a deep breath, relaxed, but I had to reach out for the
rubber.  Put my elbows up on her back, and unwrapped it, slowly dragging it
out until she popped shut, sucking at my forskin.  Filthy.  Buttfucking
filthy, I got up, "Be right back," patted her tight dirty ass.

   {Author's Note: Don't do that.  Never leave someone bound alone.  Even
less than 10' away, so you can see them over your shoulder, in the medicine
cabinet.  Don't do it.  It's borderline abusive, but they're neophytes.}

   "Okay," she nodded, and relaxed back in the pillow.  I had to wash it
off, and out in the sink.

   "Huh!" dried it, and my hands carefully, rolled it on, and dried the
outside to make sure.  No idea why she needs it, like this.  Not every
time, but she tried to explain it.

   Getting out of her head, or clearing all the baggage.  Their fantasies,
having to lie, and act, and Dominate.  I just feel lucky.  She does it for
money, she's very very good at it, but when she gets home.  Without this,
she can't turn the bitch off.

   And she doesn't want to treat me like that either.  "Huh!" It just seems
like a chore now.  Just to see the woman I love.  It's worth it, but.  I
deal with it, nobody's perfect, but.

   "Hurry!" she's so hot, and shivering, especially her ass.  "Uh, fuck me
now!" She needs it.  I can't get off on it, too slow, and all the
concentration, but.

   "Huh!"

   "UHHHHHHHHNNNN!" Breathless yes!  No sound.  "HhiHiHiHiHiH!" Trying to
gasp, but it shudders in spasms.  I can feel in her, "AUUUUUUUHHHHH!" I
grab the pillow, pull it tight over her face.  Holding it up, smothering
her with it.  For her, the neighbors don't fucking care, but she needs it.
I fuck her slowly, but deep and hard, until she passes out.

   {Or breathplay.  Not really abusive, if consensual, just really fucking
dangerous.  These are my hangups here, but you can cause a heart attack in
seconds.  No real way to stop it, appears to be pretty much a random
reaction like going into shock when you hit the wrong nerve in the anus. 
So, unless you got a Defibrillator, and know how to use it, don't try this
at home.}

   Peggy {FM...T Cool Down NS Gend.}

   "Huh, huh huh!" Catch my breath "Whew!" Wipe the sweat off, and swallow
the drool left in my mouth.  He untied me, before he went to wash off. 
"Ahhhhhhn!" Stretched, and twisted, until the bones popped in the small of
my back.  "Huhn!" got up, "Save me some hot water."

   Nice condo.  Can't tell, but monolithic poured walls, and floor.  The
neighbors practically have to knock with an RPG-7, it's almost like a
house. He gets out, from rinsing his hair, and pulled the hose down for me.
"Thanks," just don't feel like climbing up on the sides to rinse out.

   PLPHTTTT!  "Uh!" Squirt some more up, already set to the perfect
temperature.  "NH!" Hold my breath, and rinse it down the drain until it
runs clean, then cut the water.  Pull off shower cap, shake some of the
sweat out of it, but take a long deep breath.  Smell it, with the water
off. "Huh!" Towel off, refreshed.

   "I know," he sat on the bed, "You just got off work, butt." He turned
over.  Right next to his strapon, fresh, cleaned, oiled, and loaded with
his weapon of choice, tonight.

   "Huh!" So satisfied, "All right." I picked it up, slipped the rubber
half off.  Just like he showed me.  How to fuck.  "Sloww?"

   "Fast," he crushed up the pillow.  Hugged it under his chin, doesn't
need to be tied down, and honestly it's a relief.  But I owed him.  "But
not too hard." I rubbed my fingers together with the lube, then twisted my
thumbs around in my grips, one at a time.  "You don't have to hurt me."

   "No," I buttered up his buttocks good.  "Don't make me hurt you."

   "Uhn!" So girly.  "Huh!  I do whatever you want." He shook his head,
"Just don't hurt me." Too much, until she's ready.

   "Smq?" I like this lube.  It just tastes oily, with some sweet
aftertaste from the glycerine, but it's safe for the latex, and non-toxic.
"PQwrlLlallawhl hah!" He spasmed.  Or she, her little man pussy, ass boobs
flexing in my hands.

   "You know my, Ngh!" Another reflexive clench.  "...'Friend, at college?"

   He still commutes, on the weekend.

   "Danica." I nodded.

   "Huh!  Well, Daniel now.  I talked to his doctor, and, he said it was
all right to tell you."

   "Her doctor?"

   "No, he.  Huh!  I'm ready." He nodded.  So, I pushed his hips down,
moving up on my knees, behind him.  Worked my thumbtip in first.  He
pushed, "Uh!" As the glovetip squished over the nail, and he gripped around
the knuckle.  "HUh!  Uhuh!" I could feel his grunts, as it slipped through.
It hurts to go this fast, I know, butt.  Not too much.  Not yet.  "Huh! 
That's what I talked to hir about, hes doctor."

   Right, the whole transexual thing.

   "You want a sex-change, too?"

   "Do you?" He hunched, "Uh!" Curled up, shaking on his side.  "Milk me
first." He held his leg up, when he could breathe.

   I shrugged, slipped it back in, sideways, and squeezed it out.  "Huh!"
He clenched, and twitched.  I pinched it in the skin, slipped it around in
there until he pushed it out.  "hUH!" He pushed my hand away, "That's
enough." He held it though, for me, to slip my tongue in, and swirl it
around until he pulled it out.  "UhuhHUhHhH!" Shaking so hard, until he
could relax.

   "Fuck me hard," he turned, but I'd rubbed it all around in my mouth, and
spat it with a lot of spit right on his pink sock, to pull it in with a wet
grunt.  "Nohw!  Nh!" I can't feel him clench, "Nh!  Yeh, faster!" Watch the
rubber, bunch up, then pull tight to the ring in him.  A little loose, like
a little boy cock, but that lets it slip in the rubber.  Like a foreskin.
"Hah!  Yeah, nh!  Faster, AH!"

   Spank him, or half.  One cheek, he can always roll over to get the
other, but I just have to concentrate on not pushing it too deep.  Losing
the rubber in him, it'll probably just shit out again, just like they said
at the emergency clinic the first time, but.  That's just if that happens,
and I don't want to spoil the mood.

   The look on the nurses' faces.  Okay, that was worth it, but just that
one time.  Not like I want people to know what I'm doing to my boyfriend,
and what he does to me.  We're not ashamed, it's just none of their
goddamned business.  Fucking prudes.

   "Uh!" he pushes my tummy.  "NhUH!" Slams shut.  "Uh!" Gasps.  "I'm
hard."

   On his back, on the fitted vinyl mattress cover.  Like a shower curtain
fucked a duvet, with a plastic zipper on the end to wash it.  Or just wipe
it off, when we're done.  But I've got the rubber off, and I feel so hard.
Every wrinkle, crushing around it.  In my fist, beating into my pubes. 
While I fuck his dick.

   "Uh!" my hips shake until they're shivering.  Rubbing my clitorus into
his wet slimy greasy foreskin, and cumslit.  "Yeah!" I get off quick, then
gobble him up desperately, jerking him off in my mouth.  "Huh!"

   "So," he got up on his arm, and his hip.  Hang half over his lap.  "I
thought you might need to talk to his doctor."

   "Why?" I slapped his unspanked cheek, playfully.

   "Because I think you're a fucking guy!" He laughed hard, "Man!"

   "Really!?" I sat down, shook my head.

   "Yeah," he nodded, slow, but sure.  "Pretty fucking sure."

   "Huh!" ?  "I never really thought about it."

   "Well, the hot water should be back." I looked at the clock.  My jaw
dropped, was that really over 3 hours?  "So you wanna talk about it, in the
shower?"

   "Huh!" not really.  But that doesn't work for him.  Any more than
changing the subject, since he started taking Psyche.  101, college I mean.
He knocked out High School psychobabble bullshit before we really got to
know eachother, but "Closets, man." I shook my head.

   "Yeah," he stood up, from adjusting the water.

   "Better make it a bath," he enemaed first, then dropped the plug in the
gutted drain, and switched the hose off.

   I sat back, closed my eyes while he squirted it out in the toilet. 
"Huh! And you're a trannygirl?"

   "No," he shook his head, "Totally gay, seriously considering Drag Queen,
but I'm all man."

   "Yeah," he is.  Why he looks even hotter in dayglow panties, and fuscia
fishnets.  Oh, orange matching patent heels, easily the most expensive part
of the outfit, padded hot pink water-bra, and silicone inserts.  "Huh!" He
kneeled beside the tub, but put the lid down on the toilet, for the makeup
tray.

   "How do I look?" she puckered, blotted, and batted her lashes.

   "Going out tonight?"

   He got up, went back for the pantie cap (Knotted from hose, like half a
liquor store mask) and sat at the vanity to fix her hair.

   So, I pulled the plug, got out, grabbed my pants.  "Dike bar," he shook
his head, to me, in the mirror.  So, I shrugged, and dug out my jeans
skirt. With the fly, I buttoned and zipped up around it before we left.

   He gave me a good beej first.  Cock worship, but couldn't really get it
up again when it was his turn.  So, I slapped it around my cheeks, tucked
it in, and dropped my cock.  Fixed my skirt before we went out to the car.
"I'll drive." My treat, too.  He's a starving student, and I make plenty.
He'd clean it for me when we got back, for dessert.

   "Maybe you're right," I figured.  "Huh!  I spent so much attention,
living up to my parent's expectations.  Daddy's little girl, momma's
daughter.  Huh!  I wanted to tell them, but, I was their favorite." Now, I
guess Martha {Senior, her namesake Aunt} is, since moving away.  "Huh!  I
don't know if I want a sex-change, though." I like my cocks, after learning
to swap them out, and buy which for what kinda fucking, "I don't think I
could do it, with 1 cock any more."

   "What about the breasts?"

   "I like the binder," I shook my head, all of a sudden aware of the belt
between them.  "Huh!  No, I hate them.  I always did, even before they
started growing, and aching, and.  Huh!" Shrug it off, "I guess they can
just cut them off." I'm done with them.  "Before I get breast cancer." The
family curse, or one of them.  Many MANY skeletons in our closets, and that
was before it really became a big family.

   If anyone knew, our family tree doesn't have enough branches.  And some
of them grew back together in a few generations.  What I thought always
made me the Black Sheep is I hate the ranch, and Green Acres life, because
I'd Really rather be a city girl.  More Metropolitan, why I moved down to
T/SP as soon as I could get out of town when he moved to Ybor.

   "But you think he could?" ?  "Her doctor I mean.  You think he could
make me a man?"

   "Well, Dr.  Santiago doesn't do the surgery, he mostly diagnoses
transgender, but he can prescribe hormones, if that's what you need.  I'm
sure he knows someone who can do a mastectomy."

   I felt over my chest, sighed, imagined it being flat again.  "And gay,"
I realized.  "I'm gay."

   "Yeahbut, as a transgender, that's kind of impossible."

   "Huh!  Unless you know another transexual," Like Dana.  No, it's "Daniel
now?" I guess that's why I could have sex with "Her." It wasn't lesbian, it
was gay but.  I was confused.  And his crossdressing, I rubbed his skirt
over the mesh.  "I'm sorry, but."

   He looked away, "I know." Sniffed, wiped his face, "I'll miss you, but."


   "I'm not going away, or dying or anything!"

   "I know, but.  It's not the sex, uh!" He sobbed, but I had to keep my
hands on the wheel.  St Pete Bridge, at least it's a long one.  "I just. 
Huh!  I just realized!" He shook his head, "You're always like a brother to
me.  My big brother." He's the eldest, but his family too.

   "Yeah," I pulled him over enough to hug him.  "And you're the best
sister I could ever have." But not Dan.  He never really was like a sister
to me at all.

   "Karen?"

   "Hm?" 'She' answers to it now, doesn't even think about it, why I
thought he might be, too.  Why didn't I think about that before?  I mean
me, obviously he's right, I'm a man, so why did it take so long to realise?


   "Huh!  You want to come to work with me?"

   "When?" he shrugged, nodded.  "I'll have to call an set it up." Pulled
out my phone.  "Married guy, father but.  He wants to do Cuckhold.  Kinda,
I play his daughter," so he won't touch her, "But now he wants, to fuck
you." Or a boy, a big strong hunky teenage boy.  "Huh!  And you're the only
guy I know, who can top, and bottom."

   "Huh!  Can I think about it?"

   "Well," while I got my phone out, "This is him." On the 2" square screen
over the tiny keyboard.

   "Mr.  [Name redacted for confidentiality.]" I nodded.  Dick pic, of
course, but I got his face, and freshfucked ass in the shot too.  Still
learning the bottom.

   But he got hard again.  "Yeah," I hit [Call] "What d'you want me to do?"

   Dan {tw...F Mnem Trig Ince Rape.}

   "You want to tell me about your mother now?"

   "Fucking Freudian," I sighed.  "All right.  I know, I guess I can.  R'm
ready.  Er, now, it's just."

   "Better pull over."

   "Yeah," here's the overlook, things.  A semi-circular platform, you can
look out over the Bay, I guess.  Never stopped at one before, always saw
cars abandoned, or pulled over by cops, and it'd be sunrise in a couple
hours.  Behind us, but there was a concrete bench, around beneath the
guardrail.

   I shivered, cold muggy breeze.  "When I got my period, she gave me a
tampon."

   "Okay?"

   "Sh!" I sighed, "This is hard enough, to say." He nodded, silently, so I
looked away.  At the dolphin, engraved, or molded, or acid-etched into the
polished concrete circle in front of us.  "Nhm!" He hugged me.  "It hurt.
She.  sheeee." Nh!  Hhhh!" I just shivered.

   "She raped you." I just sobbed, and nodded, into his blouse, and bra.  I
told myself, she didn't mean to.

   Hurt me, "You're still a little sensitive?" She said.

   "Nhmhmhm!" She didn't even cut her nails.  "They felt so," sharp.  "Nh!"

   "There there," His hand on my hair.  I could tell it was his, by the
shape, and the way he.  His gentle strength, I knew he could hurt me.  Kill
me, rape me, but he doesn't.  Because he loves me.

   "I thought she loved me!"

   I managed to calm down when it was still twilit.  Before the sun showed,
but we watched it, and I don't know.  It's like the light washed the pain
away.  "Hih!"

   "Feel better?"

   I didn't thank him, just nodded, and kissed him.  Then I could hold his
hard rough caring sensitive face in my hands, and say it.  "Thank you." It
felt better than the first time I said I loved him.  I was probably the
most beautiful moment of my life.  And it wasn't goodbye.  It was like
goodby, only, we're just not going to fuck any more.

   "Thank you too." He looked back, to catch the fire in his eyes. 
Shrugged, "Don't guess you had much more to teach me anyway."

   Like his mother.  My aunt, by marriage, and there's some removes.  Not
really incest, we could have kids if I ever wanted any, but, "Huh!" They
don't always stick to girls, and he was the eldest.  Grew up before his
sisters, so I guess she practiced on him.  A choker, wish I could work with
her, but.  She's not even attracted, not related closely enough, I'm not
her daughter, or son, I guess.

   She stopped when he raped her.  I even asked his sisters, technically my
neices, they still have no idea why, but.  I guess it worked out all right,
since I got him past that trauma.

   But he main thing is he's learned.  He can hurt me, without going over.
Not too much, just enough to clear my head, and make it feel so good.  I
don't have to control him, and he could use the money, too.  Right, still a
narcissist.  Like I don't have anything to teach him any more.  Well, we'll
see about that.  After all, I learned from the best!

   Mavris {Mt Tran NS.  g-F Pros}

   "Send her in," I picked up my glasses, mostly to fidgit.  With the
papers on the desk, I don't even have to squint, but.  I had to quit, so I
popped a piece of gum out, cracked it with my teeth, and sucked it in my
cheek.  Still chewed on the pencil.  "Huh!"

   Okay, they said dominatrix, suspected butch lesbian-to-possible
transgenderism, but I don't guess anything could prepare me for.  Nope,
femmy as hell.  Even looked rather modest.  They also said she was raped,
at 4.  No memory of it, but here' the ER report, lab results, DNA profile
from the fluids.  Still open, didn't make much of a witness either, but an
adult, or at least teen developed enough to produce semen.  So, basically a
mess.

   I'm interning, until they get a more experienced specialist, but it's
not a vast field.  At least there isn't much competition.  "If you'd like
to have a seat?" Didn't look 23 either, but I had full medical records.  To
be honest, this is my favorite part.  So far, haven't reached Closure with
anyone yet, but for now.  In the beginning, when there's still all the
mysteries, to start to unravel.  I wonder as much about what I find as how
I'll unravel it.

   "I thought it would be a good idea to dress down." Other than the black
inky blotch on the thigh when she put her leg up, but the skirt fell down
before I got a good look.  [Right Thigh Tattoo.  No sign of self-mutilation
scars.]

   "Mavris Anteokian?" She rolled her eyes.

   "My given name is Armenian for Maurice, my peers call me Maurey."

   "Antiochian, like the Church?  With a K, but."

   "Huh!" Roll my eyes, "Yes, only my surname means I'm half Syrian.  My
father was from Antioch, Syria." Kicked him out of there, too.  "Same as
the Antiochian church." Which he also hated.

   "And your mother?"

   "Armenian, but that's like a mix of Syrian, Turkish, she's half Russian
too." It's just easier to answer Armenian than Syrian/Russian-Armenian
Spanish American.  "Makris, that's Dutch?" I remember something about
Anabaptists, but we talked briefly before break, and I basically told him I
can't diagnose anyone with anything by hearsay.

   "Greek?" but she looks Arayan?

   "So, we're both Mediterranean,"

   She shrugged, "Greek name, I don't know where the blonde, and blue come
from.  Mostly Puritans, maybe some Pennsylvanian Dutch." Which is German.
"It's my married name."

   Right, like.  What's his name, some boring WASP name like Robert, or
Richard, from my abnormal psychology class.  R.  Makris, all I remember,
didn't have those notes out.

   "You look kind of young for a Dr."

   "I'm not.  I'm a graduate student, I'll probably," hopefully "Get my
doctorate in Psychiatry after this semester, but I'm Interning right now,"
between lectures in Intersex, and genital ethics.  For Circumcision, and
fumbling ignorant attepts to "Correct" congenital insersexes.  "But it's my
life's work, so I don't plan to ever be done."

   "Why the interest?"

   "Well, I'm gender disphoric, but.  Huh!  There's a lot more issues,
usually is with people who aren't, accounted for in our society."

   "Well, they sure made you look like a man!" I frowned, and the ferrule
snapped off the end, I could have chipped a tooth!  I dropped the pencil,
sighed, and took off my glasses.

   Rubbed my eyes, "No, I was born male, but I haven't legally transitioned
to female yet." Rubbed the waxed corner of my jaw with my thmb, still
thinking about getting them shaved down, a little.

   "Sorry," she giggled, "You're so pretty, I just," shrugged, "Guessed
wrong."

   "Quite all right," I slipped the arm out of my lips to say.  Swept the
gum out of my cheek to chew it.  "Huh!  I'm flattered, that you thought I
had been a little girl, but I'm barely starting HRT," and the impotence
doesn't bother me.  "Why, do you think you may be transgender?"

   She nodded, "Well, I didn't.  Then my boyfriend.  He said you should
probably see me, after some of the things you said in your lectures.  So, I
rode up with him after spring break."

   "From Florida?" He's from Naples, but goes to school near Tampa Bay.

   "Yeah," she looked out the window.  Nothing to see but brick, "I don't
really like Durham." Duke isn't like most of the rest of the city.

   "Well," [Evasive] "Huh!  What made him think so?"

   "Well?" She says that, to think.  Lord knows I've known enough
Mennonites, and post-Anabaptists to recognized the dialect, what with
growin up fleein th' revenuers.  "Huh!  Mostly the way I fuck him.  He's
gay, but he says it doesn't' really matter, because I was like, his best
friend, always.  Well, not in the Summer, my folks got a place in Canyon
City."

   "Colorado?"

   "Been there?"

   "I've been through Colorado, where is that?" Vaguely remember seeing the
sign.

   "West of Springs?" Nod, [Canon] mitt enja [City, Colorado.]

   "That's where I.  Well, I started.  Huh!  He seduced me, all right?  I
guess he was more of a sugar daddy, until I realized he could get in a lot
of trouble."

   "So you Blackmailed him." He also mentioned she preferred blackmail to
actual prostitution.  Surmised it might be about Control.

   "So, what did he do to you?"

   "Well, he was a bottom, and liked diaper play.  He played the big baby,
you know?  Sometimes I was the baby-sitter, or his big sister, but he liked
spanking, and some bondage, I guess.  Mostly pissy play, oh and Anal."

   "He was a bottom."

   "Um," she thought, "Well?  No, he was really manipulative, and
controlling, but to get turned on.  Oh, he was old too, so he had trouble
getting it up."

   "Where did you meet?"

   "His store?  The statute's already run out, And he's in jail for kiddy
porn, so don't worry about it.  Don't even miss him, haven't thought about
him for years."

   "Did you, report him?"

   "No, he got caught through his kiddyporn ring."

   "What kind of store?"

   "Idano," shrug, "General store?  All kinds of stuff, clothes, toys, like
Target, or Kmart.  Only local."

   "And how did he approach you?"

   "Well, ironically, it was because I wandered off.  My dad gave me a
swat, so I ran off crying, and he found me.  He asked me if he spanks me a
lot.  I didn't like it, but.  Huh!  He asked if I ever spanked a grownup.
And when I said no, he asked if I wanted to.  So, he took me downstairs. 
They call the cops, but they didn't search the whole store.  Well enough to
find me.  When I got home, I lied and told them I walked."

   "But he came back downstairs for you?"

   "Yeah, he had a whole room.  Not like, an apartment, he lived in a
house, but he had a nursery set up down there.  Behind the boiler room, not
like a dungeon, wallpaper and everything, but set up for him.  To play the
baby, giant playpen, cradle, and cloth diapers.  Wadded gause, actually,
and safety pins.  He had a full bathroom too.  Not like a restroom,
bathtub, shower, toilet, sink, mirror, even scented candles, and shit."

   "From the store," of course.  Curt nod.  "Was there any behaviour, you
remember as particularly transgender?"

   "I tried to be a tomboy, but mom hated it.  Huh!  She was a schoolmarm,
literally.  Still has the yellow faded picture of the old schoolhouse, with
all those."

   Then, She came out.  The little girl, just pulled up her legs, and
hugged them.  As if oblivious to her skirt, and the seat of her underpants
showing under it.  "Children?"

   Looked like a horse.  Maybe even Black Beauty, tattooed on her thigh. 
But at this angle, it's hard to tell.  Quadruped, long tapered neck, and
brushy tail, looked like.  Up-side-down, of course, and not the best angle.

   She shuddered.  "Huh!  I now it may be a bit of a breach of
confidentiality, but he suspected Incest." Maternal incest, at least
covert, which he might recognise after seeing it in his own family.

   "She.  She said it was, well it felt wrong, but she told me.  It was
like the sex talk, but.  She hurt me." She nodded, sighed, rolled my eyes.
"She raped me.  It's just hard to say."

   To a relative stranger, "Trust has to be built."

   "Oh, Rich trusts you." Right, [Richard M.] "That's good enough for me, I
just started to think about it.  Huh!  I blocked it out, but.  Now, I
wonder how much is that, and how much."

   "What did she do, specifically?"

   "Well," She thought, "First, I broke it.  She found my bloody underwear,
so she thought, well then she tried to show me my cherry, and how. 
Hhhhhh!" She shuddered.

   "Take your time."

   "She got mad." She squeezed out tears, "She called me slut, and harlot,
and she.  She raped me, with her fingers."

   "I'm sorry, but this sounds remarkable similar to another patient,"
confidentially also going out with a third patient.

   "Danica." She nodded, "Well, he was, back then.  My cousin, it's
apparently a family tradition."

   "What is?"

   "Getting your cherry popped by your mother on your menarche." she shook
his head, "I just found out, like last month at a family reunion.  A
grandmother, aunt, or sister can do it for them if they die, or are in the
loony bin, but All my aunts, female cousins, and even nieces, if they're
old enough.  From what I hear, it goes back to the wild west days.  I
believe it's why they keep switching Puritan cults to hide in."

   "There's a histry of other mental illnesses as well?"

   "Yeah?" She nodded at my desk, "That my medical file?  Watch out for
pages 5-6, there's a pop-up of a cukoo clock that tends to surprise people
the first time they see it."

   I laughed.  "Not really."

   "Of course not."

   "But that was some acutely vivid imagery."

   "Huh!  Yeah, we're loony tunes.  We don't dress like the Addams, so
nobody notices, but they cover up, god knows what all perversions.  At
least 3 generations, I know about." She got up, "That our hour?"

   "I'm afraid I don't have enough to even start on a diagnosis," but I'm
beginning to doubt the Transgender.  "Would you like to come back?"

   She shrugged, "I've got savings, and I'm staying with Rich, so.  Yeah."
she shrugged, "If you think you can help me."
   "I will do my best," but she was right.  I lost track of time.