BOUNDFN2.TXT (Mf, bondage, torture, rape, snuff?. . . yet a love-story)

This story was precipitated by an ongoing discussion on the 
internet, about rape, and whether or not it could be "fun" for 
the rapee.  Having just finished writing "Bound for Fun I," this 
story almost begged to be written.  Just remember, that the "Joe" 
in the story is a "nice" guy, and try to imagine what it would be 
like, if he wasn't.

On the other hand, imagine what a torture the is to *Joe*, being 
a nice-guy, doing this to someone he loved.  "Greater love hath 
no man, than he give up his love willingly, for her sake."  Or 
something like that.





                         Bound for Fun II
                       A lesson about rape
                         A Horror Story?

     "Are you sure?" I asked.
     June looked at me seriously.  "I wouldn't ask, if I wasn't 
sure.  After last week, she's been getting more and more daring.  
This morning, she was dressed to go out, in an outfit that was an 
open invitation to rape. . . Well, you saw it, when she came in 
here.  What'd you think?"
     I had to agree.  The tiny tube-top, and short micro-mini 
barely looked like two belts around the girl's body, and they 
were so tight, it was screamingly obvious that the 16-year-old 
wasn't wearing either bra or panties underneath.  'Invitation to 
rape' was right.  The only thing  spoiling the sexiness of the 
outfit, was that the child had way-overdone the make-up, on the 
misunderstanding that lots of make-up made a girl look sexier.  
As it was, it was a wonder her mother had managed to get Lynn to 
his apartment without the signals the girl was sending out 
getting BOTH of them raped, and possibly dead.  A terrible 
thought for me, considering the little girl might be carrying my 
baby in her tight little tummy.
     Then I had second thoughts.  Anyone tangling with June, well 
I felt sorry for the poor schmuck.  A fifth-level black-belt, and 
instructor in Karate, and she didn't take shit from nobody.  Not 
even me, and I'm no shrinking violet.
     "So, you want me to show her what it would REALLY be like.  
Huh?"
     "Well, at least this way, I know where she is.  If I don't 
let her do this, she might go out some night, and not come back.  
I wouldn't even know where to find the body.  Promise me, you 
won't take it easy on her, for both her sake and mine."
     "Promise.  'You understand, that I can't go by the same 
ground rules, that we had before?"
     June sighed.  "I understand.  Just try and see that she 
doesn't have any major fractures, or concussions.  And try not to 
bruise her too badly."
     "What if she decides she likes it?  She did last time."
     "That's what I'm trusting you to do.  Ensure that she 
DOESN'T like it.  Do you think you can?"
     I looked at her.
     June looked back and me and sighed again.  "I guess you 
can."
     I asked her again, to be sure, "You're sure you want this?"
     This time, there was no hesitation.  "I'm sure."
     "Let's check with her.  Maybe there's an easier way."
     We went into the bedroom, where Lynn was looking over my 
supply of restraints, dildos, manacles, clothespins, whips and 
other B&D paraphernalia.  She seemed to be fascinated.  
Hurriedly, she dropped the foot-and-a-half long "Smoky-Joe" black 
dildo.  It was almost 6 inches around at the base.  I only know 
one woman who could take this without screaming in pain, and SHE 
sometimes went down to TJ to earn money by actually fucking a 
donkey.



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     I was glad to see that she had seen it, as it established 
the fact up front, that this might get nasty.  REALLY nasty.
     "Lynn?" said June.  "Are you sure you want to go through 
with this?"
     "Yes Momma."  The little-girl voice, coming from that slut-
outfit seemed out of place.  You really expected someone wearing 
a streetwalker outfit to "husk," low in the throat.  Still, in 
its own way, it was incredibly sexy.
     "I just finished this story about where this girl gets raped 
by this biker, and after he's used her for several weeks, she 
decides she likes it, and they end up married.   I've been 
dreaming about that ever since.  Then there's that book by that 
famous madam, where she tells how she got started, when a group 
of guys down at the local bar took her in the back room, and" 
<giggle> "Showed her the facts of life.  When she got pregnant, 
her father threw her out, and she had such a fun life 'working 
the streets,' until she met her pimp, and they set up a house of 
love, for everyone."  The girl's voice was dreamy.
     I looked at June, and she looked at me.
     "You mean, someone actually writes books like that?"  I 
asked.
     June nodded sadly.  "You see what I mean?" she said.  
"You'll do it?"
     "I'll do it," I said firmly, meaning it this time.  I 
couldn't let a little girl end up in that kind of life.  
Especially not one who might be carrying my child.  I'd kill her 
myself, before I let that happen to her.  I shuddered; knowing 
that after this weekend, no matter how it turned out, I'd never 
see Lynn again.  And, if her mother didn't follow my instructions 
and came back a little too early or late, probably not her 
either.  Poor little Lynn.
     Her mother made one last try.  "You realize," she said, 
"that when I leave you here tonight, I won't be back until Sunday 
evening, at 6:00.  I won't call to see if you're all right, I'm 
not even giving Mr. Jones here, my phone-number.  I'll be out of 
town, and you can't call me either.  Besides, Mr. Jones says he 
just had the phone disconnected a couple of days ago anyway.  
You'll be all alone here, and he can do whatever he wants with 
you.  There's no 'safeword' this time.  I've given him permission 
to do anything, that's anything at all, that he wants to with 
you.  Rape you, beat you burn you, break your bones, sell you to 
anyone he wants to as a sex-toy, anything."
     "Mother, you're just trying to scare me.  My mind's made 
up."
     "Well, you can't say she isn't asking for it."  June and I 
looked at each other.  "Let's go," she said.
     We both returned to the living room.  Boxes were stacked 
around, half-full of dishes and clothes.  "Looks almost like you 
were moving out," she said.  We could both tell that Lynn was 
listening in the other room.
     "I am," I said.  "After this, I won't have much reason to 
stick around."





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     "No forwarding address?"
     I shrugged.  "I dunno.  Maybe.  Probably not."
     "I see.  You'll see that you get your fee, at least?"  She 
looked at me pointedly.
     I grinned a nasty grin.  "Well, I figure I can always 
collect from your daughter.  She'll be my fee, at least partly, 
if you know what I mean."
     "I guess I do," sadly.  "I guess I'd better go now."
     "Uhuh.  Now remember.  Lynn expects you back here at 6:00 
Sunday night.  Don't be late."  I emphasized that.  "And don't be 
early either.  If you get here even 5 minutes before or after our 
agreed upon time, I don't know what might happen.  It might be 
disastrous.  Not only for Lynn, but for you too."
     June got my message.  "Not one minute late," she agreed.
     The door shut with a <click>.
     I waited a few seconds for her to get down the hall, as Lynn 
came in from the bedroom.
     "Wahoo!" I yelled.  "I can't believe the old biddy fell for 
it!"
     "Huh?" said Lynn.
     "C'mere bitch!" I said, chuckling nastily, as I grabbed her 
arm, twisted it painfully, and dragged her into the bedroom.  
"So, cute little girl want's to find out what it's like to be 
raped, huh.  Boy did you come to the right house!"
     "Hey!  You're hurting me!" exclaimed Lynn.
     "Baby, you ain't felt hurt yet!" I sneered at her, grabbing 
her arm and twisting it up behind her back, until I heard the 
joints pop.
     Lynn screamed!
     "Now that's HURT," I said with satisfaction.  "Now get 
undressed bitch.  I've got a lot of money to make out of you 
before 5:00 Sunday."
     "But Momma's not coming until 6:00," said Lynn; a little 
confused, rubbing her sore shoulder.
     "Yeah?  You really are nuts chick, if you think I'm going to 
still be here when she gets back.  You heard me tell her to not 
be early.  Well, if she follows her instructions right, I'll have 
been gone for over an hour, and you won't be in any condition to 
care."
     Lynn finally looked frightened.  Too late now, I thought.
     "What do you mean?"
     "God what a dumb asshole.  I mean You'll be dead, and if she 
goofs up, and shows up too early, she might join you.  You'd 
better hope your Momma follows directions, if you like her.  Of 
course, a dumb broad like you, probably don't give a shit 
anyway."
     "MOMMA!" screamed Lynn, flying towards the door.
     I tripped her up, and grabbed her other arm, twisting it as 
she fell, to match the hurt she must feel in the other one.  Got 
to do this carefully.  If she gets too damaged, too early, she 
won't appreciate the rest of what I had planned.  Besides, 
"merchandise" sells better, if it's not too badly damaged.





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     "Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin'?" I asked.
     "Momma,  MOMMA!" shrieked Lynn.  It was no use.  June was 
long gone, and wouldn't have come back anyway, even if she HAD 
heard.  I decided I'd better make this clear to Lynn, as my ears 
were beginning to hurt.  A soundproofed apartment may keep noise 
out, but it's no protection when the noise is coming from inside.
     "Shut up, BITCH!" I yelled; slapping her across the face so 
hard her teeth must have rattled.  Lynn was so shocked, she 
actually obeyed.  I don't think ANYONE had ever hit her that 
hard, in her whole life.  A short 16 years, that didn't look like 
was going to get much longer for her.  Too bad.  She was such a 
nice looker too.  Well, I couldn't start feeling sorry for her 
now; If I couldn't stomach this, I'd never make it to Sunday.  
Maybe, neither would she.  "I'd better make that clear to her," I 
thought.
     "What'cha waitin' for, Bitch?" I snarled.  "I told you to 
get undressed!"  With this, I backhanded her, knocking her on the 
bed, where she started to whimper, but when I looked at her, she 
obediently started to reach for her tube-top, and pull it up.  I 
liked the peek of her little titties underneath, but decided I'd 
better speed things up.
     "Goddam slow bitch!" I yelled at her.  "I said take 'em 
OFF!"  With this, I grabbed the top and ripped it off.  I could 
tell that the elastic stung, when it snapped, freeing her bare 
bosom.  God!  What a nice pair of titties.  It'd be a real shame 
to mark them up.  Well, I'd save that for last.
     I reached for her mini-skirt, to rip it off also, but she 
was already struggling as hard as she could to get out of it.  
"Please?" she whimpered.  Well, I didn't have a spare dress, and 
she might need it before Saturday-night.  Some guys were coming 
over then, as well, and some guys liked to see a gal in a mini-
skirt.  I regretted ripping the tube-top, for a second.
     "All of it, bitch!" I snarled, looking pointedly at her 
shoes and socks.  "Whores don't need clothes on, or shoes either!  
Barefoot and pregnant.  That's the ticket."  Lynn's face paled.
     "Pregnant?" she whispered.
     I laughed out loud.  This little cookie expects to get 
raped, and thinks the rapist is going to wear a CONDOM?!  "Yeah 
pregnant!" I chuckled.  "And I get first shot up the tube!"
     "No," whimpered Lynn.  "I don't want to have a baby.  NO!"
     I ignored her, and started tying her leg to the bed.  She 
was in too much shock to fight me.  "Well," I said, "that's one 
worry you don't have."  I finished tying her feet, and started on 
her arms.  Soon she was spread-eagled on the bed.  She looked too 
woe-begone to fight.
     "What do you mean?" she asked.
     I shut her up, by putting a gag in her mouth.










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     Now for the "piece-de-resistance" as it was called.  I 
reached under the bed, and pulled out "Big Jimmy."  Jimmy was a 
work of art.  He had cost me over 700 dollars, from a man I met 
while I worked in the movies for a short while.  (No, I'm not an 
actor or stunt-man.  I was what they call a "grip" or "gopher."  
I did things for other people.)  I had always wanted something 
like this, and was willing to pay the price.  Seven inches of 
blade protruded from what was approximately the same length of 
handle.  Blued steel gave the impression of wickedness, and it 
was sharp!  Jimmy looked twice as bad as he was, and he was 
pretty nasty.  Idly, I shaved a few hairs from my arm, testing.
     "Didn't you hear Kiddo?" I asked.  "You and old Jimmy here 
are going to have a meeting about 5:00 o'clock Sunday night.  One 
of the two of you won't survive the meeting.  I'm not worried too 
much about Jimmy."
     Lynn's eyes got wide at this, but obviously she didn't quite 
believe it yet.  Time to convince her.  "In the meantime," I 
said, carefully holding "Big Jimmy" by the back of the blade, and 
NOT the handle; I stuck him in the bedpost, where he quivered 
eagerly.  Lynn looked at the big knife frightened.  I guess she 
thought it might fall down, and cut her by accident.  Fat chance.
     "Now," I said, grinning evilly, "I'm going to do something 
I've always wanted to do.  Fuck a chick, while she's fertile, and 
not worry about knocking her up."  While I said this, I leisurely 
removed my clothes.
     For a moment, it looked like I wouldn't be able to pull off 
my part of the role of "Big Bad Rapist," as my hard-on wasn't up 
to the job.  I managed to get it back, thinking about knocking 
this cute little chick up, with her own mother's permission yet.  
Even, if you thought about it that way, with Lynn's own 
permission.  After all, hadn't she agreed to this "rape," and for 
sure she had agreed, at least in default, when her mother asked 
if she wanted to be left her, where she knew I had been given 
permission to do "anything" I wanted to, to her.  That included 
fucking her, and knocking her up, though she might not have 
thought about it before.  Too bad.
     Heck, my kid might already be kicking in her belly right 
now, what with that incredible scene the other week.  By now, I 
was ready.  Lynn wasn't.
     Again, too bad.  I crawled between her legs, and pushed my 
cock up against her dry hole.  "How about it kid?"  I grinned 
down at her, as she tried to squirm away.  "Want to feel a real 
man, making a baby in your belly?"
     "No?  Too bad.  I do, and that's what counts, don't it?  
Heeere it comes!  One baby, in one little girl!"  I jammed my 
penis up hard, in the little girl.
     Lynn tried to jerk away, yelling something into her gag.  I 
think she was trying to say "No, no!" but all that came out was 
"Mmmph!  Mmmpph!"








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     I ignored Lynn's protestations, and proceeded to jack off in 
her.  That's what it was, as she wasn't helping.  Quite the 
contrary!
     It was when I finally started to jerk and spasm on top of 
her, as I filled her tight little cunny with baby-making sperm, 
that Lynn must have realized that I wasn't going to pull out, and 
I wasn't using birth-control.  Lynn's gyrations grew frantic, as 
she realized I really WAS trying to impregnate her.  "Ungh   Ungh   
Ungh!" she panted, her gyrations making the bed swing, until the 
headboard hit the wall.  "Bang   Bang   Bang!"
     I grinned.  Even if I cared, it was a little too late for 
that.  My baby-making sperm was already in her tight little 
belly, wriggling its way up into her womb, in search of her 
waiting egg.  A good chance it might find it too, as her mother 
had told me that her period was due in about a little over a 
week.   Yep!  I just MIGHT have knocked her up.  I hoped so.  It 
would be one of the few real pleasures I got out of this.  The 
money was just money.  The things a guy has to do, to make a 
living, huh?  Back to work.  Now, I could finally get the point 
across to Lynn.  Up to this moment, she had thought that this was 
HER fantasy I was acting out.  Nothing could have been farther 
from the truth.  It was going to be her worst nightmare, before I 
got through.
     Lynn had finally stopped struggling.  She knew it was too 
late now, and my seed was already in her womb.
     I took the gag out of her mouth.  For this next 
conversation, it was best  that she be able to talk.
     "Why didn't you stop!" she wailed.  "Oh GOD!  I'm probably 
pregnant.  Why didn't you stop?"  She started whimpering.
     "Why should I?" I asked reasonably.  "Oh, that 'safeword?'  
Don't you remember?  There is no safeword.  I can do whatever I 
want with you.  Even kill you if I like."
     The look on Lynn's face, was precious to behold.  Up to now, 
she had thought SHE had some control over what was happening.  
Time to disabuse her of that notion.  Well, not completely.  I 
wanted her to THINK she had the option of an early death.  Of 
course, if she actually CHOSE that option, all bets were off.  I 
was betting she wouldn't choose to die early.  Of course, if she 
did maybe I would have succeeded anyway.  It just wasn't the main 
plan, that's all.  I had made some emergency plans in case she 
did though.
     "Momma didn't say that," she whispered.
     "Momma don't HAVE a say."  I grinned at her.  It was a nasty 
grin.  I continued, "Let's just examine what your mother did.  
She left a cute little sexy 16 year old girl, all alone, with a 
man she knew had sadistical tendencies, for three days, with 
instructions to do 'whatever he wants' to do to her.  I want to 
do a lot.  I've always wanted some spoiled brat like you to be my 
whore and sex-toy, and for the next three days, you will be."
     "Oh no," said Lynn.
     "Oh yes!  And that ain't all Kiddo.  All the apartments on 
this floor are soundproofed.  You wanta' know why?"
     Lynn looked at me wide-eyed.




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     "It's because it's owned by people who cater to people like 
me.  Sadists and bondage freaks, who don't want some wise-assed 
cops busting in on them just because they're having a little fun 
with their friends.  Get the picture?"
     I could see that Lynn was beginning to get it.
     "By the time I get through with you, Sweetie, there won't be 
enough left to return to your mother.  So, I'll be cutting my 
losses, about 5:00 Sunday night.  YOU are my losses.  If I leave 
you here alive, to tell who helped me do this to you, They'll 
kill ME.  Afterwards, I'm gone.  Did you notice how I'm almost 
packed to be moving out of here?"
     Lynn nodded.
     Well, by 6:00 Sunday, when your mother gets back, your body 
is going to be getting cold, and so will my trail.  You'd better 
hope that your Momma don't come back too soon, or hers will be 
joining yours.  Now I'm going to stick this gag back in your 
mouth, while I go get a few friends.  A cute chick like you, 
deserves to be fucked a lot, before she kicks the bucket.  I'm 
going to see that you get about a lifetime's worth, in the next 
three days.  Oh, and Lynn?" I said, getting her attention again.
     Lynn looked at me, with hate in her eyes.  Good!  Just what 
I wanted!
     "Lynn," I repeated, "I want you to listen closely.  I'm 
going to be bringing 5 or 6 guys over here at a time.  You're 
sometimes going to be tied up, and sometimes not.  In any case, 
there will always be at least 5 of us, and only one of you.  You 
won't be able to get away.  Now I want you to be NICE to my 
friends.  If not, I might have to 'cut my losses' early.  Or 
would you prefer that?  If you want, I can always give you an 
abortion right now, to get that kid out, that I planted in your 
belly.  Is that what you want Lynn?  Old Jimmy here, is kind of 
thirsty.  Maybe I should give him a little drink, whad'dya say?"  
Lynn flinched, as I ran the tip of the knife across her bare 
little belly, leaving a faint red line of blood.  Jimmy's point 
was SHARP!
     "No?  Then you'd better be NICE to my friends, and do 
anything they ask.  That's fuck, suck, eat their shit, lick their 
ass, drink their piss, anything."
     Lynn looked at me horrified.
     "In fact," I continued. "That last one's a good idea!  Lynn, 
You're our toilet.  Anytime any of these guys has to go, you take 
care of them.  If they have to shit, you swallow it, and lick 
them clean, afterwards.  You DON'T spit it out.  If they have to 
piss, you drink it."
     "I. I. I can't do that," said Lynn, shuddering.
     "You can't?" I asked.  "Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry!  I guess I'll 
just have to cut my losses right now," I said, drawing a bright-
red line across her belly.
     "Goodbye Lynn."  I raised the knife, to drive it up into her 
flat little tummy.







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     "NO!  WAIT!" screamed Lynn, as I deflected my blow into the 
bedsheets.  The knife was buried to the hilt beside her.  
Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the hole in the mattress, when I 
pulled it out.
     "I'll do it!" she sobbed.  "Anything.  Just don't kill me!"
     I paused as if to consider.  "Anything?"
     "Anything.  Just don't kill me.  Please!"
     "OK," I said, "you get one chance.  From now until Sunday 
night, if you screw up even once, we shut up shop early.  
Understand what I mean?  No excuses.  You eat shit, as if you 
like it.  You fuck anybody and anything, as if that's what you 
live for, because it is.  If I bring a horse in here, you do your 
damndest to get pregnant by it, if that's what the guys want.  
Now I'm going to give you your first test right now.  If you fail 
this one, it's all over.  On the other hand, If you manage this, 
you probably won't have any trouble with the rest.  Understand?"
     Tears running down her cheeks, Lynn nodded.
     "I didn't hear any response," I said, picking up the knife 
again.  I can act the true S.O.B. when I want to.
     "I'll do it.  I'll eat your shit and love it.  I'll fuck the 
horse.  I'll let you make a baby in me.  I'll drink your urine.  
I'll.  I'll.  I'll do ANYTHING!"  She was babbling now.  "PLEASE 
don't kill me!"
     "Let's see how well you mean that," I said, sticking "Jimmy" 
in the bedpost again.  "I need to use the toilet.  Could you open 
your mouth please?  Notice I said please.  We'll always ask you 
nicely."
     Dutifully, Lynn opened her mouth, as I squatted down over 
her face, on the bed.  Tears were streaming from her eyes, but it 
looked like she was going to do it.  Time for me to be the REAL 
bastard.
     "You're not smiling," I said.  "I don't think you really 
like this idea.  Well, I guess I'd better not. . ."  I started to 
get up.
     "No!  Please!  I LOVE it.  PLEASE let me eat your shit.  I 
want to, REALLY.  Please let me be your toilet.  I LOVE shit.  
I'm so thirsty for piss.  Please shit in me.  Please!"  She was 
trying her damndest to smile, but it looked more like a death-
mask; she was shaking so hard with fear.  Tears of fright were 
streaming past her ears, as she tried to convince me.  I decided 
I'd pushed her far enough.
     "OK," I said, relenting.  "If you want it so bad, I guess 
I'll give you some.  Grunting, I strained, and a big healthy turd 
slowly forced its way out.  Lynn forced her mouth up against my 
ass, and started gulping.  I could feel the nip of her teeth, as 
she hurried to bite off chunks and swallow them, before another 
one came out.  Shortly, I felt a cramp take me, and a big long 
one rushed out, and Lynn fought to keep up with it,  I could tell 
she was losing the battle, and I knew if she did, it'd fill up 
her nose and mouth, and she'd choke to death on my shit.  I sure 
didn't want her to die THAT way.






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     I pulled up, allowing her a chance to catch her breath, 
before swallowing the rest of it.  Then another cramp hit me, and 
another turd came out, only this one was softer and smellier, and 
generally ickier.  Lynn didn't stop.  She kept on eating, forcing 
herself to gorge on my shit.  When I slowed down, she actually 
SUCKED a last sticky turd out of my asshole, before trying to 
lick me clean all over.  I stood up, then turned around.  
Bravely, Lynn tried to smile at me, as she licked her lips, 
trying to clean the taste out of her mouth.
     "That's a VERY good toilet," I said.  Lynn smiled for a 
second.  This looked more genuine,  I guess she was happy she 
wasn't going to die.  "I need to take a pee," I said.  "Could I 
please use the urinal?"  Lynn's eyes grew big, but she lifted her 
head, and strained to get my cock in her mouth.  I'm not 
completely unfeeling, so I moved up closer, so she didn't have to 
strain her neck.  It had been a good two hours since I last took 
a pee, so I let go a good healthy blast down her throat, washing 
the remains of my shit away.  It felt like a gallon of pee, I 
poured down her throat, and she drank every drop.  Seeing her 
pouty little lips wrapped around my straining cock, as it pulsed 
repeatedly, sending gush after gush or warm piss down her 
frantically swallowing throat, was incredibly sexy.  My cock got 
so hard, it finally shut off the flow of urine.  Oh Well.  She'd 
get the rest later.
     "Such a GOOD toilet," I said.  "One you don't even have to 
flush!"
     Lynn smiled dutifully, at my joke, then suddenly turned 
pale.  Her belly started to jerk, and her face turned green.
     "DON'T YOU DARE!" I said to her.  "If you vomit all over my 
nice clean sheets, I'll. . ."  I didn't need to say it.
     Lynn turned even greener, at the thought of my threat.  
"Bathroom," she croaked.  "Got to use the bathroom."
     "NO," I said.  This was the turning point.  If she could get 
over this, everything else was downhill.  At least, until Sunday 
night.  "That's MY shit, and MY piss.  You don't throw it up.  
Understand?"
     Lynn nodded, and fought to regain control of her stomach.  
Somehow, she did it.  The ripples stopped running through her 
tummy, and she finally smiled at me.  "Thanks for feeding me," 
she said.
     "You're welcome," I replied.  Hey, just because I'm acting 
like a bastard, doesn't mean I'm going to play an impolite 
bastard.  "Let's see if we can plant another baby in that cute 
little tummy of yours, before the other guys get here.  Okay?"
     "Gee, that'd be wonderful," she said, trying hard to fight 
back a gulp, and keep on smiling.  She actually did manage a 
creditable smile.  "I'd like to feel you getting me pregnant."
     If there's anything designed to give a guy a hard-on, that's 
the phrase, especially when said by a cute sexy 16-year-old 
little girl.  My hard-on grew even bigger, if possible.
     There was one slight problem.  Lynn's breath, which was 
usually so sweet, now smelled like an outhouse.  Which in a way, 
it was.  I got up, and went into the kitchen, returning with a 
wet rag, and a glass of orange-juice.



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     "Here," I said, wiping her mouth and cheeks, even running it 
around her teeth.  Then I gave her the glass of juice, as I 
explained, "You get a wipe, and a glass of juice, every time 
someone uses you to shit in.  From now on, that, shit, and piss, 
is all you get to eat and drink, until Sunday night.  If you've 
been a NICE girl, and kept me and the boys REAL happy, you get a 
last meal then.  Probably Pizza, as we can't send out for 
anything fancy."
     "Do you have to?" she asked, looking at the knife buried in 
the bedpost.
     "Sorry Kiddo, but I do.  You don't know HOW sorry I am."
     "Not as sorry as I am," she muttered, then looked scared.  
Had she broken the rules?
     I grinned at her.  "Hey!  I didn't say you had to be happy 
to die!  Just to 'service' me and the boys.  We'll treat you real 
nice. . . . Well, all the guys are 'tops', but we won't beat you 
harder than you can take.  Nothing worse than last week, and you 
took that pretty good."
     Lynn shivered at the thought of three whole days, of the 
torture I had put her through for only six hours.  She had barely 
been able to take that!  And from 6 guys at once.  She shivered 
again.  I didn't give her a chance to think about it.  If she 
did, she might decide to take that "out" of a blade in the belly 
early.
     "C'mon," I said, "let's you and me get busy making that 
baby."
     This time Lynn DID smile.  Fucking, even getting knocked-up, 
seemed so MUCH preferable to the other alternatives.  Fucking 
could be fun.  It was.  This time, with Lynn murmuring sweet 
nothings in my ear, about how she'd like to feel my baby growing 
inside her, and have my children, made me cum much sooner than I 
wanted to.  I think Lynn figured that if I knew she was pregnant 
with my kid, I might not kill her.  I would have LIKED to spend 
over an hour pumping her tight little belly full of my baby-
juice, but duty and a shrunken cock made me decide otherwise.
     When I finished, I grabbed the bag from under the bed, and 
turning around, I let Lynn clean up my penis and crotch with her 
tongue, while I fitted the cap in her.  I'm not telling you where 
I got a set of 6 variously sized cervical caps from, except to 
say that it's probably illegal, but I did have them.  The second 
from the smallest, fitted Lynn perfectly.  After fitting it over 
her uterus, I filled her vagina with a squirt of spermicide 
jelly.  I didn't want my sperm to have to compete with anyone 
else's for space in her womb.  She couldn't see what I was doing, 
and I definitely didn't want to tell her.  I kept Lynn too busy 
sucking my cock, to ask questions, while I did this.  I gave her 
one last big healthy squirt of pee in her mouth, while I was at 
it, as it would be a while before I returned, and I wanted to be 
sure she got it all.  This time, she really acted as though she 
liked it.  When she started to speak after I got up, I hurriedly 
stuffed the gag in her mouth.  I was hoping that she would have 
forgotten her question, by the time I got back.





                                10


     I looked her over before I left.  No bruises yet, a face red 
from crying, and where I had slapped her earlier, but except for 
that, the only visible damage was a slight scratch across her 
smooth little belly, left by "Jimmy."  Thoughtfully, I slid Jimmy 
into his case, and back under the bed.  No point in making her 
more miserable at this point by reminding her of her upcoming 
fate, than need be.  That was to come later.
     "I'll be back in an hour or so," I said.  "While I'm gone, I 
want you to think of what happens if I DON'T come back.  If the 
police pick me up or something, your mother MIGHT get back, 
before you die of thirst, but she might not.  Thirst is a pretty 
nasty way to die, especially if your belly is full of pee.  Oh 
yes.  Don't pee in the bed, while I'm gone.  I sleep in that bed, 
and you're liable to make me mad.  Understand?"
     "Ummummuumpph."
     I guess it was "understand."  Lynn didn't want to make me 
mad again, by not responding.  I grabbed my coat, and left, 
making SURE to lock the door.  No point in having some insurance 
salesman come in and find Lynn all trussed up like that.  He 
might not understand.  I'm not sure at this point, if I did.
     I deliberately stayed out longer than necessary.  It was 
just barely over two hours later, that I returned with my 
specially picked cadre of accomplices.  What a crew.  First, 
there was Mack.  Mack wasn't his real name, but he not only drove 
Mack trucks, he was built like one.  He was the second biggest 
man in the group.  He liked big muscular women, and this wasn't 
really his "cup of tea" but when I explained it to him, he said 
he wouldn't mind jumping the bones of a high-school chick for a 
change.  Joe, was mean and nasty looking, like a weasel.  He had 
a nasty sense of humor, and for a moment I had considered leaving 
him out.  He had promised to only use his "funny" gags where it 
wouldn't do more than hurt Lynn's feelings a lot, and her body 
only marginally.  He said that he had kids too.  Hard to believe, 
huh?  Frank looked almost like a nerd, but even though some would 
consider him "over the hill" he still had the best imagination of 
the lot of us, when it came to ingenious torture.  Especially the 
kind that hurt, but didn't damage.  Fred was a guy you'd expect 
to be a bookkeeper.  He wasn't.  He was one of the richest men in 
the city.  He also kept his own private stable of "slaves" both 
male and female eager to do his every wish.  Fred was Damned 
good.  He was the one person I trusted to handle this job 
properly, as much as I did myself.  Finally, there was Moe.  Moe 
didn't really belong in this group.  He was too kind-hearted.  By 
far the biggest and BLACKEST man I've ever met, he looked like 
the stereotype "big black stud."  His cock was almost big enough 
for the job too.  At slightly over 8 inches, it was the second 
largest in the group, second only to Fred.










                                11


     As you've figured by now, all of us were "tops," or bondage 
experts who enjoyed torture games with lesser mortals.  All 
except Moe.  I picked Moe, for his looks.  The idea of getting 
knocked-up, by a big black-guy like him, would probably give 
little Lynn the fits, if she had even the least bit of racism 
about her.  I figured she had to, being raised so "genteel."  If 
not, the thought of carrying a black baby would STILL be 
frightening to her, as her peers would rip her to shreds.  That's 
why I was so pleased, that Moe was as black as he was.  If Lynn 
had a baby by HIM, there would he no doubt she had been fucking a 
"nigger."  (No, I don't like the expression myself, but THAT's 
what her school mates would call her baby, as sure as the sun 
rises in the morning.)  I also knew that Moe wouldn't hurt her, 
big as he was.  Still, he had promised to follow through, just 
like the rest of us.  We all came out of this smelling like a 
rose, or we all ended up in the hoosegow together.  Moe confided 
in me privately, that he had always wondered what it would be 
like to fuck a "white woman."  Now he'd finally find out.
     When we got back, we all dropped off packages in the 
kitchen.  (Mostly beer, soda-pop, milk, Kool-Aid, orange-juice, 
apple-juice, grape-juice.  .  .  You get the Idea.)  I went in to 
check on Lynn.  Joe put his chair to the door, blocking it, while 
I did so.
      "Bathroom!" was Lynn's first word when I pulled out the 
gag.  "GOT to go."
     "Uhuh," I said.  "You're the toilet.  We all get to go in 
you, before you get to go."
     She didn't argue.  "Could you pee in me please?" she begged.  
"I need it bad, so I'll have lots of piss in me when I go."
     How could I refuse such a nice request? The moment I 
finished unloosing her bonds, I pulled out my cock, and squirted 
half a gallon of pee down her hard-working little throat.  When I 
finished, she was going to pull off, but she had gotten me so 
excited, that I had to give her some sperm to drink, as well.  
Pretty neat huh?  Drink AND food, from the same spout, She was 
going to get a lot of this high-protein snack, in the coming two 
and a half days.
     When she finished with me, she hurried into the other room, 
and almost staggered, when she saw the task ahead of her.  Still, 
she went about it gamely, politely asking each of the men, if he 
could pee in her, so that she could go to the bathroom.  
Everybody was agreeable to this task, and she must have swallowed 
over a gallon of pee, and at least two more helpings of sperm, 
before everyone was drained.  I let her into the bathroom, and 
followed her to assure that she didn't vomit anything up, before 
she returned.  Watching her piss, got me a little excited, and I 
had to pee in her, while she sat there.  It was almost like I was 
pissing through her, as I peed in her mouth, while she let out a 
river of piss into the bowl.  I complimented her afterwards, on 
being a much better "toilet" than the one in the bathroom, since 
we didn't have to "flush" her.
     Afterwards, we headed back to the living room, where she 
looked at me, for directions.  I gestured to all of them.  "Make 
them happy," was all I said.  She did.



                                12


     Steeling herself, Lynn took on what she saw as the biggest 
challenge first.  She walked up to Moe, and asked him sweetly.  
"Mr.  Uh.  .  ."
     "Call me Moe," said the gentle giant.
     "Moe, could you make a baby in me please?"  Lynn looked over 
at me, to see if she had gotten it right.
     I gave her the "OK"  sign, and she relaxed a little, then 
tensed up again, as she remembered what she had just asked for.
     "I'd be delighted to Ma'm," said Moe, and proceeded to do 
just that, in front of everybody.  "I've always wanted to knock 
up a white chick," he said, as his enormous cock stretched Lynn's 
tight little belly.  For a second, I was worried, about the 
cervical cap I had placed inside her, but then remembered that 
the doctor who had shown me how to put one in, had assured me 
that even an enormous cock would just push it on tighter, making 
it even LESS likely that his sperm would get in to join mine.
     That was the start of an orgy that lasted almost the three 
full days.  Even when I was sleeping, I'd occasionally wake up, 
and find two or three guys on top of her or just somehow inside 
her, working to fill her young body with yet another generous 
helping of sperm.
     They spanked, and paddled, and tweaked and tortured her in 
so many minor ways.  Her body turned a constant red, looking like 
a sunburn, as any unused patch of skin turned out to be a 
convenient target for a slap, or paddle, or whip.  Not to mention 
clips, pincers, clothespins, and various restraint devices.
     Finally, by the end of the second day, Lynn was so worn-out, 
that she started dropping off to sleep, even while being gang- 
raped.  I would have called a halt, but we had only about 14 
hours to go.  I had them start whipping her awake, and her 
thanking them for the whipping, whenever she started to drowse, 
while being fucked.
     All this time, we constantly used her for our "toilet"  
nobody ever went to the bathroom, except in her.  She drank every 
drop of our pee, always being sure that nobody needed to go,  
before she went herself.  She ate everybody's shit at least once, 
and mine and Frank's twice.  The reason she didn't have to eat 
more, was that everybody just drank beer, and pop, and other 
drinks, all the time we were there.  (I wasn't COMPLETELY 
heartless, so I had insisted on this.  The guys had all agreed, 
saying it was more fun to PISS in a girl than shit in her 
anyway.)  With as much liquid as we drank, it wasn't as bad for 
Lynn, as you might think.  A man's urine gets stronger, the less 
he drinks, and the longer he goes without peeing.  We were all 
drinking about a gallon an hour, and pissing almost that much.  
As for Lynn, well you figure it out.  She was going to the potty 
about 5 or 6 times an hour, peeing gallons each time.










                                13


     Finally, I called a halt for 4 hours, and let Lynn collapse 
on the bed, after one last trip to the John.  When she awoke, she 
had to service everybody, before being allowed to empty herself.  
I could have sworn I heard her sloshing, as she finally rushed by 
me, on the way to empty herself out.  I was right.  Her tummy was 
swollen with all our piss in it, and she STILL sloshed, when she 
returned.  Five minutes later, she had to go again, then five 
minutes after that.  It took her an hour, before her tummy 
started to look normal, and she was only going every 10 or 15 
minutes again.
     Then, we started to get REALLY rough.  We started slapping 
her for no reason at all, calling her nasty names.  Whipping her 
for imagined slights, and every humiliating nasty thing, 5 top- 
quality tops could think of doing to a little girl.  Once, we 
even put "Smokey Joe" up her little behind, stretching it, until 
we saw the first tear, and a drop of blood ran down her leg.  She 
must have felt like an elephant had shoved his cock up her ass.  
All the while, she kept pleading with us to do more.  She could 
take more of it, etc.  (I lied, and told her she had it all.  As 
she couldn't see back there, she believed me.  Actually, she only 
had a little over half of it.  The point was, she THOUGHT she had 
the whole thing in her, and she THOUGHT she was ruined forever 
back there.  We didn't disabuse her of that notion.)
     At about 3 in the afternoon, things began to die down.  Moe 
had left about 2 hours earlier, as he couldn't stand to see what 
was coming up.  By about 3:30, the others started to get ready to 
leave, saying, "It's been nice knowing you Kid," and things like 
that, to Lynn, before they left.  Each one paid me, then said 
"Goodbye," to Lynn, in such a way, that Lynn knew he felt sorry 
for her, and that he also knew that she was not going to be alive 
by tomorrow.
     At 4:00, Frank left, just as Fred returned with a Pizza.  
Pepperoni and Mushroom.  Lynn's favorite, as her mother had told 
me before she left.  Fred, Frank and I had stopped using Lynn as 
our "toilet" about an hour before.  We told her, we wanted her to 
have a good appetite, for her last meal.  Lynn looked so woe-
begone, that she could barely choke down a half a slice, and I 
could tell that she was starving.  We let her drink anything she 
wanted too.  She stuck mostly to the milk, and a little grape- 
juice, but she wouldn't touch the orange-juice.  She even tried a 
little beer, saying she should try everything, at least once.  
She didn't like it, and returned to the milk.
     It was all Fred and I could do to keep from crying, as we 
watched her trying to make a brave show of it.  If she only knew 
how much it hurt us. . .  Well, maybe she did.  She didn't beg, 
she just looked so sad; tears running down her cheeks, as we 
strapped her for that final time in the big bed.  Fred waved 
goodbye from the door.  "Goodbye Lynn.  Sorry I've got to go, but 
I've got to establish my alibi, you know.  You were GREAT!  Oh 
here, Jonesy old chap.  Here's my $400.  I've got to say; she was 
every bit as nice as you promised us.  Seems almost a shame, to 
waste her.  Pity."





                                14


     "HAVE I been NICE enough?" Lynn asked me, just before I 
closed her mouth, for the final time, with the gag.
     "Honey, You've been unbelievably 'nice,'" I answered her.  
"That's why I'm putting this off to the absolute last possible 
moment.  You deserve that much."
     "Then WHY?!" her eyes asked, as her mouth no longer could.
     "Because of you!"  I finally broke down.  "You and your damn 
silly 'rape' fantasy.  When I first met you, I thought, 'There's 
the kind of girl I could go for.  WAY too young, but what I'd 
give for even one little kiss from those lips.'  Then, last week, 
you turned out to be the perfect 'bottom' for my top.  You 
actually liked me, and gave me 6 of the most wonderful hours of 
my life.  I wanted to ask you to marry me, even though I'm over 
10 years older than you.  I was having fantasies about spending 
the rest of my life with you.  Then you came up with this 
bullshit about the 'fun' of getting raped.  I knew you were going 
to do it, so I figured why shouldn't I have the fun, and get paid 
for it too.  I knew that with a fantasy like that, you'd never 
want an old fart like me.  Besides, you'd be dead in three days 
anyway, so why shouldn't I get to have you, and the money too, 
instead of some young punk  Your mother put up half the money in 
front, and the guys put up the rest.  Your mother figures that 
you're safe, because she only paid me half.  Well I know I'm not 
safe, not after this, no matter what she says.  So, I arranged to 
get my pay from the boys, and the heck with your mother.  By the 
time she gets back, I'll be gone, and you'll be just a fond 
memory.  Sorry Kiddo, but them's the breaks.  I value my own neck 
even more than yours.  I gotta' get packing now, as I wanta' be 
gone before your mother gets back.  One dead body's quite enough.  
If I leave two, the cops might NEVER let up."
     With this, I stopped talking, and started throwing the few 
remaining articles in the room into boxes.  I stripped the bed, 
from under and around Lynn, and packed the bedding too, just 
leaving her a sheet and an old pillow, without the case.  I had 
plans for that pillow.
     By a quarter of 5:00, I had moved everything out of the 
bedroom where Lynn couldn't see it anymore.  The room was 
obviously stripped.  Then it was 5:50.  Time for the final act.
     "Well, Kiddo," I said, "it's time to say goodbye."
     I pulled her gag off, for the last time, and kissed her.
     Frantically Lynn looked for some last way out, as I opened a 
can of clear fluid, and poured half the contents on the pillow, 
which soaked it up like a sponge.  The odor was almost 
overwhelming.
     "What's that?!" she cried frantically.
     "Chloroform," I explained.  "You've been good enough, I 
figured you deserved it.  At least this way, you won't feel it, 
when I cut you."  With this, I placed the chloroform covered 
pillow over her face; and ignoring her frantic last minute 
struggles and muffled pleas, I held it there, until she went 
limp.  This last step required perfect timing.  I looked out in 
the living room where, out of sight of Lynn, everything was 
packed, and ready for the final act.




                                15


     I picked up "Jimmy" and stood at the foot of the bed.  The 
pillow had fallen away from Lynn's head, and she was starting to 
stir again, as I readied myself.
     I looked one last time at Lynn's beautiful body, knowing I'd 
never see it again.  It was beautiful, and a beautiful job too, 
if I do say so myself.  The whole body was covered with welts, 
red-marks, scratches and abrasions.  Not one square inch had been 
neglected.  Still, there were no broken bones, and not one 
bruise.  In normal circumstances, she'd heal in about the same 
three days, it took her to get this way; with not a mark to show 
for it.  Under normal circumstances.  I knew that the ache in my 
heart, would never heal.  I raised my arm to strike, just as 
Lynn's eyes flickered open, and caught mine.  Two minutes to 5.  
Time to go.
     "Sorry Lynn," I said.  "I Love you.  Try to remember that."  
and I shoved the big blade up in her belly, with terrible force.  
It takes a lot of energy to force even a sharp blade into a human 
being.  As I said though, Jimmy was special.  Red splattered 
everywhere.  All over her belly, on my hands, all over the knife.
     Feeling the sting of penetration, and the force of the blow 
to her stomach was too much of a shock to Lynn.  She couldn't 
even scream.  Her eyes locked in mine, in shock.  Somehow, I got 
the impression that up to that moment she hadn't really believed 
I would do it.  She somehow thought I'd "chicken out" or 
something.  It wasn't real, until that final blow.  Now seeing 
the knife sticking in her belly, while her mind reeled from the 
deadly blow, it finally got home to her.  This wasn't a game, and 
it was now too late to back out, and "go home to Momma."  There 
would be no more "going home" for her, except the final one.  I 
really felt sorry for her.  Really I did.  I felt even sorrier 
for myself though.  I came back to my senses.  Lynn wasn't 
chloroformed.  She would be feeling everything.
     Hurriedly, I grabbed the pillow, and held it over her face, 
until she went under again.  I hate chloroform, as it's a lousy 
anesthetic, and it's volatile, and a fire-hazard, not to mention 
deadly if not used right.  Still, it's what I had, and it is easy 
to get, or procure, as it's not all that hard to make, if you 
have to and are familiar with a chemistry set.  I was.  Also with 
suppliers of industrial chemicals, which made it even easier to 
get.  Now to finish up the final act, and get out, before it was 
too late.  I reached under the bed, and pulled out a few items I 
had stashed there.  I used them on the girl's belly, getting red 
all over my hands.  Jimmy had done his work well.  I figured 
there was no need for a repeat.  I pulled a sheet over the girl, 
and red started to soak in immediately.  I pulled it back, to 
uncover the upper half of her body.  She looked so peaceful.  
Almost as if she was sleeping.  I picked up Jimmy, and headed for 
the door.
     I looked back at Lynn.  She was staring at me!  Shit!  I 
dropped Jimmy on the floor, with a clatter, and picked him up.
     As if on cue, June came in the bedroom.  She took one look 
at the bloodsoaked body on the bed, and screamed, "LYNN!"
     Lynn looked at me, trying to warn her mother.  "Momma!" she 
yelled, "Look out!"



                                16


     It was too late.  Coming up from the floor, almost as if 
planned, I plunged the big knife into her belly, as hard as I 
could.  June was tough, and I wasn't taking any chances of a 
mistake.  As she folded over my arm, I withdrew the red-streaked 
blade, and plunged it into her again, this time a little higher.  
The result was gratifying.  Red squirted violently, all over the 
place.  June collapsed in a heap on the floor, as I pulled the 
red-smeared blade back from her dress.  She moaned, then jerked a 
couple of times, then was still.
     "YOU!" I yelled at Lynn.  "How many times do I have to kill 
you?"  I grabbed big Jimmy, and the pillow, and holding the 
pillow over her head, I ran big Jimmy across her throat.  A Line 
of even brighter red followed.  Once again, I held the pillow in 
place, while her struggles weakened.  I wondered what thoughts 
were running through Lynn's mind, as she felt the horrible pain 
in her belly, and life faded for the last time, knowing that she 
was responsible for not only her own death, but her mother's as 
well.  At last, her struggles came to a halt.  She gave one last 
shudder, and was still.  The final act was over.

     ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

     I was weeping, by this time.  I couldn't help it.  Still, 
there was more work to be done.  I removed the pillow, and 
checked Lynn's pulse, then turned to the woman lying sprawled so 
awkwardly on the bedroom floor.
     "C'mon You.  Get up," I growled to June.  "I didn't hit you 
that hard.  Besides, that stomach of yours, is as hard as a rock.  
I need help, so get your ass moving, before she wakes up again.  
I don't dare use that chloroform again, it's tricky poisonous 
stuff.  I've been lucky so far, but I don't want to push it."
     "You hit me harder that you think," said June with a moan, 
as she untangled herself from the floor.  Bright red streaks of 
"prop blood" covered her like a scene from a horror-movie which, 
in a sense, this had been.  "Either that, or I'm getting out of 
shape.  Still, you're right, lets go."
     June untied the bonds holding Lynn to the bed, while I 
removed the plastic clothespins that had made Lynn's belly hurt 
just like it had been ripped by a knife.  I grabbed a wet towel 
that June handed me, and wiped the fake blood off her belly, 
looking for the real thing.  There was only a drop, seeping from 
the spot where "Big Jimmy"'s point had started in, before the 
release-mechanism let go.  As a prop-knife, Jimmy was one of the 
finest made, with blood-gullets, and a repeat-mechanism, that 
made it look like you hit an artery, the second time you used it.  
As I said earlier, Jimmy was a work of art.  I'd have to spend at 
least an hour cleaning him, after this workout.  Still, it would 
be worth it.
     June looked at Lynn's worked-over body.  "Boy, you guys 
really did a number on her didn't you?" she said.  Besides the 
previously mentioned welts and abrasions, there were big gobs of 
dried cum all matted up in her pubic hair, cum was even still 
dripping from her vagina and overstretched little ass.  June was 
right.  Lynn was a mess.



                                17


     After checking to make sure she was still breathing 
properly, we hauled Lynn's limp body into the bathroom, where 
June first gave her a healing douche, pulled out the cervical-cap 
and looked at it, before handing to me (I blushed), then douched 
her again.
     We both then stripped naked, out of our "bloody" clothes, 
and together we manhandled her into the shower.  With me holding, 
and her soaping, we managed to get the cum and shit, and stains 
off her body.  By this time, Lynn was beginning to arouse again.  
She put up with our ministrations, without objection, seeming to 
realize that she was in friendly hands now.  She didn't seem to 
be fully aware of what was going on though.  Afterwards, we wiped 
her down, and dressed her in a short, but not TOO short dress, 
that her mother had brought over.  She had fresh clothing for 
herself too.  She had followed my instructions to the letter, 
even waiting until I "accidentally" dropped big Jimmy, to enter 
the bedroom.  I hoped that Lynn learned the lesson, that:  A.  
Getting "raped" wasn't fun.  B.  She could get killed.  C.  Those 
she loved could get killed (like her mother had), and D.  Those 
who loved her could lose her too (like me.  No, that wasn't even 
a hope.  I knew I'd never see her again.)
     I watched them go, with an empty ache in my heart.  Lynn was 
still being supported by her mother, but seemed stronger with 
every step.  June had tried to pay me the money she had 
originally offered.  (NO, she hadn't paid me ANYTHING "up front."  
She was smarter than that!)  I wouldn't accept it.  It seemed too 
much like "Judas" money to me.  I loved Lynn too much to take it.  
I just hoped that she had learned her lesson.  Even the money 
each of my friends had "paid" me with, as they left, was the same 
stack of bills, recycled, that I surreptitiously had slipped each 
of them before they got ready to leave.  The only thing I got out 
of the whole show, was memories, and they all ached of Lynn.  God 
I loved that girl.  Even enough to frighten her away, if that's 
what it took to save her.  I knew she was gone forever.
     Moodily, I tossed the "bloody" clothes in the machine, and 
started cleaning "Big Jimmy" One thing, unlike real blood, "prop 
blood" washes out with soap and water.  I wished the ache in my 
heart would wash out so easily.  If "Big Jimmy" had been real, I 
probably would have cut my own throat, right then.  But I 
couldn't.  Any force over about two ounces, caused the blade to 
vanish into the handle.  It was an amazingly effective illusion, 
especially when combined with fake blood canisters, but not worth 
a damn, when it came to cutting your throat.

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                                18


     Forever is a long time.  In this case, it was three days.  I 
was moping around the apartment, cleaning up the last remnants of 
the big "party" when the buzzer rang.  I had already thumbed the 
release-button for the outer door, out of habit, when I realized 
I didn't want to see anybody.  Most especially not some 
encyclopedia salesman, or Jehova's Witness.  Oh shit.  Well, I'd 
just go and tell them I wasn't interested.  Then I'd go in the 
bathroom, stick my head way down in the bowl, and breathe deeply.  
Drown myself in the toilet bowl.  Wouldn't that be appropriate, 
after what I did to poor Lynn?
     It wasn't an encyclopedia salesman.  It was Lynn.  My eyes 
ached with the beauty of her.
     "Hi," she said.  "Mother was going to come over and pick up 
her dress, but I asked if I could come over instead."
     I gaped at her.  Finally, enough sense came back into my 
head that I made the only remark I could think of.  The question 
had been bugging me for two days now.  "Want to get raped?" I 
asked, then tried to bite my tongue out of my mouth.  Why 
couldn't I say the things I needed to say, like, "I love you."  
Or, "I need you."  Or, "Life is like a sewer, without you."  Or 
something equally brilliant?
     Lynn shuddered, then quietly said, "No thank you.  I came 
over here to thank you, for what you did for me.  Mother 
explained how much you went through, and I'm sorry."
     "Not half as sorry as I am," I muttered.
     Lynn looked at me speculatively.  "Did you mean it, when you 
said you loved me back there?"
     Maybe there is justice in the world.  "More than you'll ever 
know," I said quietly.
     "Can I come in?" she asked.
     "How long can you stay?"
     "As long as you want.  Mother knows I'm here."
     "What can I do to you?"  I know I'm a nut, but I had to ask.
     "Anything you want, for as long as you want."
     "No Honey.  THIS time YOU can do anything to ME, that you 
want to."
     We were married two months later.
     Before I would let her have my ring, I insisted that she use 
ME for a toilet, for one whole day.  She didn't really want to, 
but understood, when I insisted.  Eating shit, is about twice as 
nasty as you think it is.  Drinking piss isn't so bad, once you 
manage to keep from throwing up.  How Lynn managed those three 
days, I'll never know.  I threw up twice, before I managed to 
steel myself to it, and do it properly.













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     Eight months after the "lesson in rape," we had a beautiful 
baby boy.  Lynn had already been pregnant, during the whole 
ordeal.  I didn't care anymore.  Even if the baby had been black 
as the ace of spades, I would have loved it.  Moe is a GREAT guy.
     Lynn gave me two more baby girls, before she decided that we 
ought to thank the rest of those who had helped her.  Three 
months after our third child, she insisted that we reenact the 
"lesson," only this time, when she was fertile, and with no 
sneaky cervical cap protecting her.  Nine months later, we had a 
new daughter, Moline.  She's a little darker than her sisters 
though.  AW!  Who am I kidding?  She's black, and we love her.  
Uncle Moe, is so proud he could spit.  Since then, Lynn insists 
that every time we make another baby, it's always the same way:  
at a reenactment of the "lesson" she was taught.  I always get 
"First shot up the tube" though, just like at the original 
"lesson."  Since Moline, we've had 5 more kids, two boys and 
three girls.  One of each, definitely look like me.  We plan on 
having at least four or five more kids.   I wonder which of us 
will be lucky in the "baby lottery" this time.  Of course, Lynn 
always makes sure that I have the best ticket.   (THEY have her, 
along with me, for only three days.  Remember, I have her every 
night!)  Sadly, there haven't been any more dark-skinned ones, 
though Moe keeps hoping, and we keep encouraging him.  Of course, 
Lynn encourages ALL of them to plant a baby in her still 
wonderfully sexy little belly.  After all, she's supposed to be 
NICE to my friends.
     Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention:  June lives with us too.  
It's funny, but she hasn't married again, doesn't go out to date, 
has no boyfriends that I know of, yet she's had 4 kids since Lynn 
and I got married.  I think she's pregnant again.  I hope so.
     If you can add, that's 12 children in our house, ranging 
from Joe Junior (12) down to the baby Ginny (5 months) and one, 
possibly two "in the oven."  It's a good thing that both June and 
I both make good money at our jobs; as even two incomes get a 
little stretched.  Lynn works full-time taking care of the kids.  
And I DO mean FULL time.  After finishing high-school, Lynn has 
worked her way through college, and is now working on her 
doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the 
kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together.  Now that 
the oldest is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find 
interesting things to do together while still maintaining a 
presence in the house.
     Once a week, June takes over the chores of watching the 
kids, and Lynn and I have a whole day to "experiment."  
Sometimes, she has to wear turtlenecks and long-sleeved blouses 
for a couple of days afterward, but I STILL try to keep to June's 
first instructions to me:  "Nothing permanent."










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