Erotic Sexual Fantasies-Number 127
['Caligula's Cave', 'Anglican Anguish', 'Bitch Boarders']
by Unknown
(ESF-127)   


FOREWORD 

The three novellas in this volume tell stories of brutal rape and bondage. 
They are sexually explicit in every detail, and they should not be read by 
the squeamish or the unsophisticated. The reader is hereby warned to venture 
further only at his own risk. 

CALIGULA'S CAVE tells the story of the most debauched Roman Emperor in all 
history. 

With every gruesome detail included, it tells how this brute of a man 
repeatedly scoured the Roman Empire for the most voluptuous of virgins only 
to deflower them in a manner that can only be described as barbarous. 

But that was only to him, and the members of his own family were no 
exception. His mad lusts drove him to every conceivable manner of cruelty. 
His madness knew no bounds. 

ANGLICAN ANGUISH describes the rape of a young English girl in a rural 
village. She had been saving herself for marriage, and now she was positive 
that no man would want her. 

She confesses her innermost feelings to the town vicar and finds that he is 
driven by wild lusts that compel him to punish the girl for her feelings. 
His forte is pain. 

But he doesn't stop there. He allows his young assistant to share in the 
girl's humiliation and torture. Together, they degrade her beyond anything 
she could have imagined. 

BITCH BOARDERS depicts a boarding school for girls from wealthy families who 
will not behave properly under normal conditions. Their parents are unable 
to control them. 

Cynthia Armstrong is one of those girls. She soon finds out that a dominant 
lesbian is in charge of the disciplinary program. And this woman does not 
believe in sparing the rod. 

 * * * Caligula's Cave 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"The latest shipment has just arrived from Ostia, Your Majesty," the consul 
said with a crisp salute. 

"Have they been installed yet?" Caligula asked the man impatiently, his hand 
grasping the side of his toga. 

"They are being prepared even as we speak, Your Majesty." The consul tried 
to hide a note of distaste. 

"Good ... I shall inspect them in an hour ... See that they are ready." 

"It shall be done as you command, Your Majesty." 

Caligula waved him off, and the consul gave the Emperor of Rome another 
salute before he turned smartly and walked out of the room. 

Caligula stroked his blond curls and rose from the divan he had been 
sprawled upon. He started pacing the marble floor. 

He leaned against the side of the wide tall window that overlooked the city. 
As he surveyed the view, he thought of everything for as far as his eye 
could see as being his. His to do with as he pleased. 

From the Royal Palace high on the Palatine Hill, the Emperor had a sweeping 
view of the city. 

He could see the Tiber River threading its way among the seven majestic 
hills of the Eternal City. 

To his right was the Coliseum with its perfectly symmetrical arches rising 
row on row to an almost impossible height. Just in front of it was the Forum 
with its temples and Senate Building. 

That damn Senate, he thought. It was the one thorn in his existence. He 
cursed his ancestors who had allowed the Senators the right to pass 
resolutions expressing their pleasure or displeasure at his actions. 

How dare they, a group of mere mortals, he thought, dare to pass judgment on 
the actions of a Divinity. 

Caligula ran his hand along the two purple stripes that ran along the edge 
of his flowing toga. 

They were the symbol of his status, the mark of the ruler of all the known 
world, all the world worth knowing. 

His anger grew as he thought about the decree the Senate had passed that 
very afternoon. 

He knew that they were powerless to enforce it, but it was the very issuance 
of such a document that sent him into a mad rage earlier in the afternoon. 
To call a God licentious! 

How absurd! 

How utterly ridiculous! 

He was determined to find a suitable means of getting back at the group he 
considered nothing more than a senile conglomeration of crotchety old men. 
They were upset because they were no longer capable of doing anything, he 
thought. 

Given the ability and the opportunity, Caligula reasoned, they'd do exactly 
as he was doing. 

Perhaps even more. 

He wished it were possible to march his Praetorian Guard into the place and 
close it down forever. 

But an action like that was out of the question even for a living God. 
Caligula knew that doing that would bring the wrath of all the Patrician 
families of Rome upon him. It would be courting assassination. 

He turned away from the window and went back to his divan. Caligula rested 
his royal body on the soft fabric of it. He was anxious for the night's 
festivities to begin; he needed people around him. 

"Guard!" he shouted into the empty room. 

As soon as the word escaped his lips, the tall doors on the other side of 
the room swung open. 

A powerfully built man wearing a metal breastplate and a short tunic stepped 
into the room and saluted him. 

"Bring me some wine," Caligula commanded. He thought he needed something to 
calm himself. 

"Yes, Your Majesty," the guard said as he closed the doors. Caligula rested 
his head on the raised portion of the divan. 

A moment later a kitchen slave entered the room carrying a silver pitcher 
and a single silver goblet. 

He set the tray on which he carried them on a low table beside the divan. 
Then he poured the wine for the Emperor. 

Caligula drank thirstily from the goblet. The slave refilled the goblet when 
it was empty then left the room. 

The mere existence of something that wasn't within his power to control 
infuriated the man. 

He was the most powerful man in the world, yet he was unable to do anything 
about this doddering assembly of old men. 

The image of each and every one of them nailed on a cross in the arena of 
the Coliseum came to him. 

A small smile started to appeal on his boyish face as he thought about it. 
He thought it would be a wonderful sight. 

He let himself drift with the reverie. He'd like all of Rome to see a sight 
like that. 

Then he could bask in the knowledge that there was no power on earth that he 
didn't have. 

And, he thought, isn't that the sort of power that a living God should have? 
Absolute control of everything? 

To his mind, that was the sort of power that he was entitled to. It was 
fitting that he should have it. 

Caligula poured himself another glass of wine. He sipped it slowly as he 
thought about the impaled Senators dying in the heat of the afternoon sun. 
It was a most pleasant thought indeed. 

And even more pleasant was the idea of executing their wives and families as 
well. He liked the notion. 

Caligula thought that it would be best to do away with the wives and 
children first. Let the Senators watch it all, he thought. 

He was sure that he could come up with bizarre and agonizing ways to bring 
it off. 

After all, wasn't he the one who had thought of all the new ways to kill 
those pesky Christians? 

He laughed out loud and the new methods he had instituted. He was especially 
proud of his idea to crucify them upside down as well as the normal way. It 
had taken someone like him to stop using only lions and the regular method 
of crucifixion. But then that was fitting, he thought. 

As a living deity, he had more insight than the others. They were content to 
continue in the old ways. It was up to him to chart new courses, break new 
ground. He was good at that. 

Caligula laughed again and poured himself more wine. He was proud of his 
achievements. 

Caligula got off the divan and started pacing the room again. He was still 
angry. 

He wanted to show the Senate what they could do with their resolution and 
what he thought of them. 

But at the time, he didn't know what he could do. 

There was a loud knock on the heavy doors. 'Enter!" Caligula bellowed. He 
turned to the doors as they opened. 

The consul stepped into the room. "They have been prepared. Your Majesty," 
he said. 

"Good"'! feel the need for some diversion ... Take me to them!" 

"Yes. your majesty." 

Caligula followed the consul as he walked out of the room. They walked down 
a long columned hallway and made a sharp turn to the right at the end of it. 
Then they walked down three long flights of marble stairs. 

Caligula felt his heart start to beat faster as they descended. He was quite 
anxious to get started. 

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, the consul led the Emperor 
through a vast wine cellar and through two other storage rooms. Finally, 
they walked down three stairs to a door that was locked and chained. 

The consul opened the locks and unthreaded the chain. The door creaked as he 
opened it. 

The walls of the room were hewn from solid rock. Torches against the walls 
illuminated the space. 

Caligula went to the center of the room to survey the three highly 
attractive women who were manacled to the walls. 

The consul closed the door and stood in front of it. He studied the Emperor 
carefully. 

After he had taken a good look at each of the women, Caligula turned to the 
consul. "These are all excellent ... They will do very nicely," Caligula 
said to the man. 

"They were chosen with great care, Your Majesty ... The finest in all Gaul." 

"It's a pleasure to see pale skin again. I was getting so tired of those 
Nubians." 

Caligula stepped to the woman who was held against the wall to the left of 
the door. 

He brought his hand to her breast and squeezed it. The woman trembled in 
fear when he touched her. 

"Please. Virgin be," she stammered in broken Latin. Her eyes were wide with 
fear. 

"They were all inspected before they were brought to me?" Caligula asked the 
consul. 

"Yes, Your Majesty. "The orders were quite strict ... Each of them is 
intact." 

Caligula released the breast from his hand and brought his finger to the 
woman's slit. 

He parted the outer folds and moved his finger to the entrance of her hole. 
He swirled it around the thin membrane that covered the hole. He felt his 
cock start to stir when he felt it. 

Caligula moved to the naked form that was shackled to the wall directly 
opposite the door. 

He smiled when he saw the look of fear that came into her eyes as he 
approached her. 

She strained at the manacles that held her, but her efforts were futile. 
Both of her hands and feet were secured to the wall. 

Caligula kneaded both her breasts in his hands for a moment, then he brought 
his index finger to her slit. 

He inserted it and touched the tissue that testified to the fact that no man 
had ever had the woman. 

The.-Emperor went to the third woman and inspected her in a similar manner. 
Her fright further excited him. 

By the time he was finished, Caligula had come to his full hardness. His 
cock made a tent in his toga at his crotch. 

"Which to take first ... That's always the problem," he muttered to no one 
in particular. 

Caligula went to the small box that was beside the door. He opened the lid 
and took out thick whip. 

He ran his hand down the length of it after he turned around with it and 
surveyed his captives. 

Then he walked across the room and stood in front of the woman directly 
across from the door. 

Caligula stood there for a long moment and let the woman contemplate the 
whip. Her fear made his cock give a little jump. 

He raised the whip and brought it into her thigh. A loud crack echoed 
through the room. 

The woman cried out as the searing pain raced through her body. Caligula 
raised the whip again. 

CRACK! 

The Emperor let an evil smile come across his face. He watched as the woman 
writhed against her manacles. 

RACK!! 

He brought the whip against her with even more force. It left a red welt in 
her tender skin. 

CRACK!!! 

This time the whip seared her other thigh. She emitted a scream of agony as 
Caligula raised the whip again. 

The consul watched him with distaste as he brought the whip into the woman's 
breasts. 

Caligula stopped for a moment and looked at the other two women. Their 
bodies were trembling in fear. 

"See how they shudder in my presence," he said to the consul. 

"Yes, Your Majesty ... They quiver in the presence of a living God," he 
said. 

"As well they should ... Little do they know the fate that awaits them ... 
To be penetrated as they will be is a great honor ... They will know the 
presence of a God within them." Caligula went to the woman held against the 
wall to the left of the door. He raised the whip. 

He brought it down heavily into her thigh. She winced with the pain, but she 
didn't cry out. 

"Ah ... So we have one who refuses to scream ... This will be interesting," 
Caligula said. 

He brought the whip into her again. This time he put even more force behind 
it. She Winced but didn't cry out. 

The woman looked directly into the Emperor's eyes as he raised the whip 
again. She showed intense hatred in her eyes. 

Again and again Caligula brought the whip to her lovely body. Red streaks 
crisscrossed her white skin. 

The rigidity of his cock began to flag with the effort he exerted with the 
whip. 

He made one strong lash after the other, but the woman steadfastly refused 
to cry-out. 

Finally, he grew tired of her and went to the third woman. She let out a 
yelp of pain as Caligula made the whip bite into her pliant flesh. His cock 
immediately became fully erect again when he hear her scream in pain. 

As he brought lash after lash into her, the woman's screams of agony filled 
the small chamber. 

When her body was streaked with welts, Caligula went back to the woman who 
had refused to cry out. 

"You shall be denied the presence of the Emperor of Rome inside you," he 
told her, "but you shall be deflowered just the same." 

Caligula turned the whip around and pressed the thick handle against the 
woman's slit. 

He reached his other hand to her and parted her outer lips with his fingers. 
He pressed the whip handle against her hole. 

Caligula gave it a hard shove and it broke though the membrane that guarded 
the entrance to her passageway. 

She flinched with the pain that it caused her. A trickle of blood ran down 
the handle of the whip. 

Caligula inserted more of the whip into the woman. Then he started shoving 
it back and forth in her. 

Large tears formed in the woman's eyes and began to streak her face. 
According to the rules her people lived by, no man would ever want her since 
she had been violated in such a fashion. 

To marry and have her husband find out that she had no maidenhead was a 
crime punishable by death. 

Caligula shoved more and more of the whip inside her. Her tears served to 
maintain his erection. 

When he tired of her, he pulled the handle of the whip out of her and wiped 
the blood off it onto her face. 

He went to the woman opposite the door. He let his toga slide to the floor 
as he stood in front of her. 

The consul rushed to him as he stepped out of the garment and took it off 
the floor and held it. 

Although most Romans wore a short tunic under their toga, Caligula wore 
nothing. 

The woman looked at the Emperor's groin and her eyes went wide with fear. 
She was terrified of what she saw there. 

His cock was long and thick, and the foreskin was almost completely drawn 
off the head of it. 

"It is indeed an organ fit for a God, is it Not, My pretty?" Caligula asked 
her. 

She looked at him in bewilderment. The woman didn't speak a word of Latin. 
She trembled in fear. 

Caligula moved closer to her and centered his cock on her slit. He pushed 
and the end of it parted her outer lips. 

He held his cock poised at the entrance to her hole. He gave a thrust 
against her hymen. 

His stiff cock failed to penetrate, so Caligula gave another push. She 
winced as the membrane tore. 

Caligula felt his cock get even harder at the knowledge that he had 
deflowered another virgin. 

The Emperor gave another hard thrust and his cock sank in to the base of the 
shaft. He held it inside her. 

Caligula felt a small stream of blood dribble onto his balls as he held his 
cock inside her. 

He pulled his cock halfway out and rammed it back into her. She squirmed on 
it as it held her against the wall. 

Caligula pulled out so that only the head remained inside her. Then he 
shoved his cock up her again. 

He started to make rhythmic strokes in and out of her tight cunt. His 
breathing became labored. 

Each heavy stroke that he made pushed the woman against the wall. Their hips 
made a slapping noise as the hit. 

Caligula pounded his cock into the helpless woman. 

In and out. 

Back and forth. Over and over again. 

As the consul watched what the Emperor was doing, his cock became hard. He 
rubbed his hand over the tent it formed in his tunic. 

Caligula started to go faster and faster into the woman. He was groaning 
with the effort he made. 

The Consul lifted up his tunic and wrapped his hand around his cock. He 
started moving it back and forth. 

On each stroke, the consul moved the loose skin over the head of his cock 
then he pulled it back again. 

Caligula leaned back from the woman and stopped his trusting for a moment. 
He brought his hands to her breasts and kneaded them. Then he started to 
thrust again as he squeezed her breasts. 

He went into her faster and harder. On each stroke, he buried his thick cock 
to the hilt in her. 

Large tears started to run down the woman's face as he pummeled her cunt 
with his long cock. 

The sight of them heightened Caligula's excitement. He drove his cock Even 
harder into the woman. 

In. 

Out. 

Back. Forth. Faster. Harder. 

Again and again. 

As he neared the point of no return, he thrust his cock deep inside her and 
held it there. He was panting. 

He looked at the woman's pretty face. There was an expression of abject 
humiliation on it. 

Caligula felt his cock throb as he looked at her. For a moment, he was 
afraid he was going to go over the top. 

But the feeling passed as he held his cock motionless inside her. He was 
anxious to have the third. 

Caligula slowly pulled out of the shackled woman. He went to the third one 
and stood before her. 

He looked at his cock and saw that it was smeared with blood. It gave a 
little jump as he looked at it. 

"Now I add your blood to that of the other virgin," he muttered. The woman 
looked at him in terror. 

He moved closer to her and stood in front of her. Then he arched his hips so 
that his cock rested on the center of her slit. He nudged it past her outer 
lips and held it there. 

Caligula looked over at the consul who was still pumping his cock slowly. 

"Enjoying this little show, Flavius?" he asked with a smirk on his face. 

"Yes, Your Majesty ... It's made me very aroused." 

"Then why don't you stand closer so that you can see better?" Caligula 
asked. 

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I was waiting for your invitation before moving." 

Flavius walked over to them and took up a position beside them. He looked at 
the Emperor's cock about to enter the virgin hole. He started stroking his 
cock faster as he looked at it. 

Caligula pressed his cock against the woman's hole. With a strong shove, he 
broke the membrane protecting it. 

The woman gave a shriek of pain as Caligula drove his cock in to the hilt. 
He held it inside her for a moment. 

Then he pulled it almost all the way out and shoved it back in. The woman 
winced with the pain it caused her. 

Caligula smiled and took another heavy thrust. Her body was pushed hard 
against the wall by the force of it. 

The blood from her broken maidenhead started to seep out of the bottom of 
her slit as Caligula made another plunge. 

At the same time. the blood acted as a lubricant for the Emperor's thrusting 
cock. 

Caligula started to go faster. He rammed his cock into her with ever 
increasing speed. 

He brought his hand to her breasts and squeezed the nipples between his 
thumbs and forefingers. 

As he went faster and faster up her bloody passageway, he squeezed the 
nipples harder and harder, Caligula watched the pain start to register on 
her face as he squeezed her nipples. 

As soon as he saw it, he drove his cock into her faster. He was getting more 
and more excited. 

Caligula squeezed the nipple as hard as he could. Then he moved his fingers 
so that his fingernails bit into the nipples. 

The woman gave a loud yelp at the intense pain that raced through her body. 
She started to sob. 

Caligula drove his cock faster into her when he felt his nails pierce the 
woman's skin. By that time, he was smiling so broadly that his teeth were 
showing. He drove his cock harder. 

Caligula leaned back and pulled the woman's nipples toward him. She 
whimpered in pain as her breasts stretched. 

The Emperor looked down at his side for a moment. Flavius was pumping his 
cock as fast as he could. 

His hand was a blur on it, and the head had assumed a deep reddish purple 
color. 

Caligula released the woman's breasts and they fell back to her body. He 
resumed his heavy thrusts into her. 

"Go ahead and spurt on her leg, Flavius," Caligula said breathlessly. 

Flavius moved closer to them so that the head of his cock almost made 
contact with the woman's leg. 

Caligula pummeled her cunt with one heavy thrust after the other. He started 
to gasp and groan. 

"I'm about ready, Your Majesty ... I'm ready to spurt on her," Flavius 
panted as he pumper his cock. 

"Do it whenever you want to, Flavius," Caligula told him. 

"There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" Flavius shouted as he hit his 
peak. 

Caligula pounded harder into the woman as he bent his head to watch Flavius 
come on the woman. 

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!" Flavius groaned. He stopped pumping and held his cock 
against the woman's thigh. 

A powerful burst of white come spewed from the hole at the end of his cock. 
It splattered on her. 

The man's hips jerked with each contraction, and his cock sent spurt after 
spurt onto the shackled woman. 

Caligula pounded into her with all his might. He was going in and out of her 
cunt as fast as he could. 

In. 

Out. 

Back. 

Forth. 

Again and again. 

As the sensations gathered force, Caligula felt his come welling up in his 
balls. They had shrunk up to the base of his cock. 

He pounded her relentlessly as he passed the point of no return. He let out 
a sigh when he knew it was almost there. 

Caligula pounded into her as hard as could as his peak approached. He 
clenched his teeth as it got closer. 

There was a steady stream of strong sensations from the head of his cock. He 
went higher and higher. 

Then with a fury that gripped his entire body, he hit his peak. He drove his 
cock deep inside and held it there. 

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" he gasped as the first powerful shot jetted out of the hole 
at THE ENDof his cock. 

He held his cock inside her as he spurted one strong shot after the other 
inside the woman. 

When he finished, he stood there panting. He looked down as Flavius milked 
the last globule of semen from his cock. 

Flavius wiped the sticky white stuff off his cock and onto the woman's 
thigh. Then he let his tunic fall over it. 

Caligula pulled his shrinking cock out of the woman. It was covered with a 
mixture of blood and come. 

"Do you like the blood of virgins, Flavius?" he asked the consul. 

"Ah ... Yes, Your Majesty, I do," Flavius said somewhat uncertainly. He 
wanted to give the right answer. 

"Then you should get on your knees and receive some from your Emperor," 
Caligula told him. 

Flavius was reluctant to do it, but to risk displeasing Caligula was to 
court death. 

He got to his knees and brought his mouth to Caligula's semi-erect cock. He 
took the head of it in his mouth. 

Then he took in more of the shaft. He ran his tongue around the cock as he 
took it in his mouth. 

When he had it all, Flavius paused for a moment. He wanted to make sure the 
cock was clean when he came off it. 

Slowly, he let the shaft of it slip from his mouth. He ran his tongue over 
the head again and it slipped out of his mouth. 

Caligula looked down at his cock. "I hoped you enjoyed performing that 
service for your Emperor," Caligula said. 

"Yes, Your Majesty. I enjoy every task that you command me to perform." 

Flavius tried to make it sound as true as possible. Even a thing so minor as 
to have Caligula detect the note of falsehood in one's voice was enough to 
risk one's life. 

Flavius hoped that he could get to a private place as soon as possible. He 
knew that he was going to be sick from what he had had to do. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As soon as it started to get dark that evening, the palace was ablaze with 
torches and candles. 

Caligula remained in his private apartments while his guests for the evening 
began arriving. 

His guests every evening were many, and the parties that he was giving were 
one of the reasons the Senate had passed its resolution. In addition, there 
had been rumors of far greater debauchery at the palace. 

The Senate had considered it unseemly for the ruler of all the Roman Empire 
to conduct himself so lasciviously on such a regular basis. Once Caligula's 
activities became common gossip, the Senators had felt compelled to act. 

The resolution still irritated the Emperor. His advisors had asked him to 
cancel the nightly revelries for a period to placate the Senate, but he had 
adamantly refused. He was determined to make them even more lavish and 
decadent to show the Senate his contempt. That was something that wouldn't 
be difficult for him. 

He had expanded the guest list for that evening, and he knew that everyone 
invited would attend. 

Some of his guests were perpetual hangers-on, happy to be within the aura of 
Caligula's great power. Others were members of the Imperial family who tried 
to temper Caligula's action, mostly to no avail. 

And there were those who hated being present but knew that the risk attached 
to not attending would put both them and their families in jeopardy. It was 
a risk they were not prepared to take. 

Caligula had summoned his uncle Claudius to discuss the situation with the 
Senate. 

Claudius was getting to be an old man, and his years as part of the Imperial 
Family had taught him to be wary of its leader. Especially this one, this 
young man who knew no limits to his behavior. 

"But Uncle," Caligula said, "I simply must do something ... I can't let them 
get away with this." 

"I ... I ... th-think it best not to interfere with the affairs of the 
Senate, Your Majesty," Claudius advised. He spoke with a stammer and 
occasional twitches of his face. 

"They're all horses asses, that's what they are," Caligula said petulantly. 
He was pacing the room. 

"Be that as it may, they are still the Senate of Rome, and collectively 
th-they have some power." 

"I am Rome," Caligula intoned. "I am the Empire, the living God of the 
Eternal City." 

"Yes, Your M-Majesty, but it would be wise not to develop a coalition 
against you, don't y-you think?" 

"Treachery, that's what it is ... I should have the traitors executed, 
that's what I should do." 

"A v-very unwise course, Y-Your Majesty," Claudius told him. "All the most 
influential families of Rome would coalesce to oppose y-you ... It would put 
you in great danger." 

Claudius thought about for a moment. He knew that what he wanted to do was 
impossible. 

"Claudius ... Tell me ... It's within my power to appoint a Senator, is it 
not?" Caligula asked. 

"Y-yes, Your Majesty, so long as he c-comes from the proper family," 
Claudius told him. 

"Oh, yes, Uncle ... This one comes from the most proper family in all Rome." 

"Y-you don't mean the Imperial Family?" 

"Yes ... I'll show that group of old men what I think of them ... They'll 
get my message loud and clear." 

"Y-your Majest, m-may I inquire whom you intend to appoint?" Claudius asked 
him. 

Caligula let out a high pitched peal of laughter. Then he looked intently at 
Claudius. 

"My horse ... He'll fit right in with the rest of those horses asses," 
Caligula said. He laughed again. 

Claudius looked at the Emperor in stunned silence. He had difficulty 
accepting such a mad scheme. 

At the same time, his mind started to race for a was to dissuade Claudius 
from doing such a thing. 

Claudius knew that his nephew was deranged enough to carry through With the 
idea. It would enrage the Senate. 

"Y-your M-majesty, don't you think it enough that you're ignoring the 
expressed will of the Senate?" 

"No, uncle, I don't ... They've got to know just what I think of them," 
Caligula said defiantly. 

"But surely they'll know once word of tonight's festivities g-gets to 
th-them ... That should be enough." 

"No, not nearly enough as far as I'm concerned ... Not nearly enough," 
Caligula muttered. Claudius thought about it for a moment. He knew that the 
last thing this young man needed was to incur the full wrath of the Senate. 
There had already been rumors of plots forming against the Emperor. 

His blood lust had been even too much for a Rome that had become almost 
blase about such things. 

And the rumors of Caligula's wild debauchery had further alienated his 
subjects. Especially the Patricians. 

Claudius decided to try another tactic. Caligula was immune to reason, but 
not to emotion. 

"Don't y-you think, Y-your Majesty, that such an action will show them that 
you take them too seriously?" 

"What do you mean, Uncle?" Caligula asked. 

"I was just thinking that ignoring them altogether as if they had done 
nothing might show more contempt for them than anything else ... This way 
you show that they affect you ... It's beneath your dignity." 

Caligula thought about it for a moment. Thinking about it made him more 
angry than ever. 

"No ... Not this time ... I'm going to do it, Uncle ... Yes, it'll serve 
them right," Caligula said. 

Claudius was silent for a moment. He had played all his cards and nothing 
had worked. He was out of trump cards. 

"In th-that case, Y-your Majesty, th-there's nothing left that I can say," 
Claudius told him. 

The two men were silent for a moment. Claudius thought about what this 
action could do to his nephew. 

Caligula, however, occupied his mind with thoughts about how wonderful it 
was going to be to humiliate the Senate. There was an expression of glee in 
his eyes as he considered it. 

Then Caligula turned to his uncle. "You're coming to the festivities 
tonight, aren't you, Uncle Claudius?" he asked. Caligula fixed Claudius's 
eyes with his own. 

"Please forgive me, Y-your Majesty..! feel much too tired for such things." 

"Come now, Uncle ... I want you to come," Caligula told him. 

"Y-Your M-majesty, I'm getting much too old for such things ... I beg to be 
excused," 

Claudius pleaded. 

"Nonsense ... You're to sit by my side tonight ... I want you with me," 
Caligula said. 

"As y-you wish, Y-your Majesty," Claudius said in a dejected tone. Further 
argument would be useless. 

Claudius excused himself to get dressed for the evening. He disliked having 
to attend these affairs because he thought that his presence at them 
indicated that he approved of his nephew's behavior. 

Caligula paced the room again after his uncle departed. He chuckled from 
time to time about what he was going to do. 

As he thought about his plan, his anger dissipated. He thought he would be 
coming out ahead by going through with his idea. 

Caligula called for a slave to dress him for the evening. He was anxious for 
the party to begin, but he didn't want to arrive until all the guests were 
in place. That was part of palace protocol. 

The Emperor never arrived until everyone was there, and the guests never 
departed before the Emperor. 

Under Caligula's rule, any guest who had an important affair early the next 
morning was un-likely to get any sleep. 

The revelry always lasted well into the early hours of the morning, and 
frequently until well after dawn. 

And just as the guests couldn't leave before the Emperor, neither could they 
fall asleep in his august presence. 

That would be a sign of disrespect to both the Emperor himself and to his 
abilities as a host. 

After he was dressed and informed that all the guests were in place, 
Caligula walked down two marble corridors to his sister's apartment. He 
knocked on her door and waited. 

One of her ladies in waiting opened the door for him. He entered the room 
and saw her seated on a divan. 

A slave girl was putting the last of her rings on her fingers. He took in 
her beautiful face and body in a single glance. 

"Ah, Octavia, how lovely you look tonight ... Surely, I have the most 
glamorous escort in all Rome," Caligula said to her. 

"I feel that it is your child within me that makes me radiant, brother," 
Octavia said. 

Caligula looked at her tummy. There was a perceptible bulge forming there. 
It was his child. 

He felt a little uneasy as he thought about it. He was nervous at what the 
offspring of a God and his sister would be like. He had the feeling that the 
child might be more of a deity than he was. 

He walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the mouth. She eagerly returned 
the kiss. 

"Surely I am the luckiest of women," she said when they broke the embrace. 
She was beaming at him. 

"And I am the luckiest of men to have such a sister and such a lover," 
Caligula said. 

She stood up when the last of her rings was in place and put her arm through 
his. 

They walked arm in arm down the corridors lines with blazing torches and 
down a long wide marble staircase. 

There was a cheer as they walked into the large rectangular room that was 
designed for such entertaining. 

Caligula raised his hand to quiet his two hundred guests and sat down next 
to his uncle at the head table. 

Two long table extended perpendicularly from the ends to form a large "U" 
and there were rows of tables after a short gap at the end of the "U." All 
the places were taken. 

After Caligula sat on his royal cushions, he went into a reclining position 
and clapped his hands. 

Slaves started to enter the room carrying huge platters containing every 
delicacy known to the Roman world. 

There were bowls of swallow's tongues, fresh oysters shipped alive from 
Gaul, roasted pheasants with their feathers artfully rearranged on them, 
tiny ortalons in sauce, and every variety of fruit known to the civilized 
world. It was a sumptuous feast. 

After everyone had eaten as much as they could, slaves appeared with large 
bowls so that the Emperor and guests alike could vomit what they had eaten. 
When they were finished, new platters of food arrived. Wine flowed freely 
around the tables. Then the regurgitation was repeated and more food served. 

As the evening wore on, one entertainment after the other was presented. 
There were jugglers, minstrels, clowns and dancing girls from exotic 
countries. Always there were more dancing girls. 

Caligula initiated the sexual activities of the evening by ordering a troupe 
of female dancers to disrobe. 

Then he carefully commanded them to form groups of three and four and told 
them what to do. 

The party became more and more raucous as the guests watched the girls 
perform on each other. 

Then Caligula pulled Octavia to him and started to fondle her breasts. Other 
guests followed suit. 

There was every kind of coupling in the room. Men were with women, women 
with women, men with men, groups of two men and one woman, groups with two 
women and one man. Couples and groups would form, drift apart or be added 
to, new combinations would arise, and partners change. 

Caligula watched it all with amusement. He pulled Octavia harder against him 
and put his hand into her bodice. 

She shivered in delight as his hand caressed her bare breast. Her nipples 
became hard as he continued. 

"You have divine hands," Octavia whispered to him. 

"Fitting for a God," Caligula told her. 

He squeezed her erect nipple and released it. Then he squeezed it again. 
Octavia squirmed in delight. 

Caligula put his other hand in under the sheer fabric that covered her and 
put his fingers to the other nipple. 

Octavia pressed her body harder into his. She sighed with the pleasure he 
was giving her. 

As he squeezed her nipples, she felt fluids start to seep into her pussy. 
Her clit twinged. 

She let out a long sigh as the level of her arousal started to increase. Her 
breathing became heavier. 

At the same time, Caligula felt his cock start to stir. He pinched Octavia's 
nipples harder. 

"Oh, you always make me feel so good, dearest brother," Octavia moaned. 

Caligula pinched harder still. Octavia squealed at the pleasure that his 
fingers were giving her. 

The more he squeezed her nipples the more excited she became. More and more 
juices oozed into her pussy. Her clit started to give off one strong twinge 
after the other. She was beginning to feel that she needed something inside 
her to fill her. 

Octavia wedged her hand behind her back and brought it to Caligula's crotch. 
She pressed it against his stiffening flesh. 

Caligula arched his hips into her as he became fully erect. He was getting 
more excited by the minute. 

He took his fingers away from her nipples and kneaded her breasts in his 
hands. Octavia let out a low moan. 

Then he pushed her breasts from side to side and rubbed them against each 
other He did it over and over again. 

The sounds of copulation were beginning to fill the large room. There were 
moans and groans everywhere. 

Caligula took one hand away from her breasts and started to move it up her 
thigh. 

When his fingers reached her slit, he parted the outer lips with his index 
finger and ran it up and down her. 

Then he stopped at the top of her slit and inserted his linger. He swirled 
it around inside her. 

Once he located her clit, he pressed his finger against it. Octavia giggled 
at the pleasure she felt. 

Then Caligula started moving his finger back and forth on her clit. He went 
faster and faster on it. 

Octavia got more and more excited as he rubbed her clit. Her pussy got 
wetter and hotter. 

Back and forth his finger went on her clit, faster and faster. Octavia 
became more and more aroused. 

She was overwhelmed with the feeling that she wanted him inside her. She 
felt that her cunt needed to be filled. 

"Oh, please put it inside me ... Please put it in me," she pleaded 
breathlessly. 

"In due time, dearest sister ... In due time, my dear," Caligula told her. 

He moved his finger away from her clit and poised it over the entrance to 
her hole. 

He nudged the tip of it in, then the entire finger. He swirled his finger 
around in the pink wetness of her. 

Caligula savored the wetness of her hole as he rotated his finger inside it. 
He stretched the membranes of her cunt as he moved his finger. 

At the same time, he thought about the child that was forming inside her. He 
wondered if it would be a threat to him. 

He made larger and larger circles with his finger, thinking about the way 
the child would distend her hole when it was born. 

As he moved his finger in her, his cock throbbed against her hand. She 
squeezed it. 

The sounds of orgasms started to break out here and there in the room. There 
were loud groans and shouts. 

Caligula watched it all with growing excitement. He focused his eyes on one 
couple or group after the other. 

Not far from him, he could see a man plunging into a woman with all the 
effort that he could muster. 

Couples and groups were sprawled everywhere in the space between the tables. 
It was a sight that he loved. 

His uncle Claudius, however, was mortified at the licentiousness of it all. 
He thought it would be Caligula's downfall. 

Caligula turned his gaze to two woman who had their mouths to each other's 
slit. Their bodies were shaking with pleasure. 

Not far away, a handsome young man was pounding into the asshole of a 
splendid looking blond youth. 

And near them was a man who was jamming his cock into a pretty slave girl 
while he had his mouth on another man's cock. 

Each new sight made Caligula's stiff cock pulse harder. He felt a drop of 
moisture ooze out of the hole at the end of his cock. 

And each swirl of his fingers was making Octavia more aroused. More and more 
liquids were flowing into her cunt. 

Caligula took his finger out of her cunt and put it in his mouth. He sucked 
off her fluids and savored the taste. 

"Oh, please, dearest," Octavia moaned, "please put it inside me ... I need 
it up there now." 

Caligula rolled her off his body. He unhooked the gown she was wearing at 
the shoulders. 

Then he untied the sash around her slender waist. Octavia's gown parted down 
the middle and fell to her sides. 

Caligula removed his toga and knelt in front of her on the cushions. He put 
his mouth to her right breast. 

At first, he simply held his mouth over her nipple. Then he sucked in to get 
a firmer seal with his lips. 

Then he ran his tongue around the aureole. He went faster and faster with 
his tongue on her. 

Octavia quivered with pleasure as the sensation of his hot mouth over her 
nipple radiated through her chest. 

When his tongue started moving, there was p strong twinge in her clit ami 
more fluids filled her pussy. 

After her ran his tongue around and around her, Caligula flicked it back and 
forth across the hard nipple. 

Octavia moaned with the pleasurable sensations that shot through her. He 
clit made another twinge. 

Back and forth his tongue went, over and over again. Octavia sailed higher 
and higher with its every movement. 

Caligula brought his mouth to her left-breast. He sucked in on the hard 
nipple and held it in his mouth. 

Then he started running his tongue around it. The sensations he created made 
Octavia moan with delight. 

Caligula went to the top of the nipple and tlicked his tongue across it. He 
started going faster and faster with his tongue. 

Octavia moaned and arched her chest into him. She didn't feel that she could 
stand not having him inside her. 

Caligula took his mouth away from her nipple. He moved his head down her 
body. When he got to her navel, he darted the tip of his tongue into it. 

Then he lowered his head still farther. He ran his tongue over her pubic 
hairs until they were matted with saliva. 

He went lower and parted the outer folds of her slit with his tongue. He 
moved to the bottom of it then to the top. 

When he got to the top. he poked his tongue in and swirled it around. She 
let out a loud moan. 

He located her clit with his probing tongue and pressed it against the 
pliant folds of skin. 

Then he started moving his tongue back and forth on the little nub. He went 
faster and faster. 

Octavia was engulfed in the sensations that he was producing in her. She 
gasped with the pleasure of it. 

Every lick sent her higher. Fluids drenched her cunt. She had the feeling 
that they were going to start dribbling out of her slit. 

Caligula took his mouth of her clit and moved to the center of her slit He 
darted his tongue in. 

He found her hole and nudged his tongue it. He moved it in circles to coat 
it in her fluids. 

Then he pulled his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. His senses were 
pervaded with the smell and taste of her. 

He poked his tongue back inside her. He darted it in and out as fast as he 
could. 

Octavia went higher with each new burst of sensations. She writhed against 
his darting tongue. 

"Oh, stick it up me ... You've got to put it in ... PUT YOUR COCK INTO MB!" 
she pleaded. 

Caligula didn't change his motions. He shoved his tongue in and out of her 
cunt as fast as he could. Then he pressed his face harder into her mound so 
that his tongue could penetrate farther. 

"Please, dear brother, please put it in ... I NEED IT INSIDE ME!" Octavia 
begged him. 

Caligula took his mouth away from her slit. His cheeks glistened in the 
torch light from her fluids. 

He smiled at her, then he moved in closer. She spread her legs for him as he 
moved into her. 

Caligula leaned over her body with his hips raised above hers. He rested his 
weight on his forearms at her sides. 

As soon as he was in position, Octavia wedged her hand between then and 
grabbed his cock. 

As Caligula lowered his hips into her, she guided his cock. When Octavia 
felt the tip of it part her outer lips, she moved it so that it was poised 
over her hole. He lowered himself again. 

Octavia held his thick tool as the head of it slipped into her warm moist 
passageway. Then she took her hand away from it. 

Caligula let his hips make contact with hers. His cock sank into her to the 
hilt. He held it there. 

"Oh, God ... That feels so nice ... I want you to really fuck me, FUCK ME 
HARD!" Octavia moaned. 

"Yes, that thing likes my cock in it, doesn't it ... It likes my cock inside 
it, doesn't it?" 

"Oh, yes ... Just go ahead and fuck that thing ... Fuck it as fast and as 
hard as you want to." 

Caligula pulled out so that only half his cock was inside her. Then he 
rammed it back in to the base of the shaft. 

He pulled his cock out so that only the head of it remained inside her. He 
rammed it back in to the hilt. 

Caligula set up a series of rhythmic motions in and out of her. Octavia 
started to moan. 

His thick cock rubbed against her clit as he drove it in and out, and the 
sensations were taking her higher and higher. 

"Oh, yes ... Oh, yes ..Oh, yes ... That's right ... Keep pounding that thing 
up there," Octavia rasped. 

Caligula went faster and faster in her. Her pussy secreted more and more 
fluids. His cock slid easily inside her slick passageway. 

"By the gods, that feels so good ... Just keep fucking that thing ... Fuck 
it hard." Octavia panted. 

"That thing likes having a big cock up there ... It likes that prick, 
doesn't it?" Caligula asked as he drove it in. 

"Oh, yes ... That thing feels so good ... I'm about to come," she gasped as 
he made another plunge into her. 

Caligula went faster and harder into her. Octavia started to gasp for breath 
as he pummeled her cunt. 

The moans and gasps that came from others in the room ceased to exist for 
them as their pleasure engulfed them. 

Caligula went harder into her slippery hole. There was a steady stream of 
strong sensations from the head of his cock. 

Octavia felt herself perched on the edge of a vast abyss. His plunging cock 
was bringing her closer and closer to it. 

Back and forth went his thick cock. 

Faster and harder. 

In and out of her hot cunt. 

Suddenly, the full force of an orgasm burst on Octavia. She arched her hips 
into Caligula's driving cock. 

There was a spasm in her pussy, and a shudder coursed its way up her torso. 
She let out a long moan. 

There were more spasms, and her entire body started to tremble. Caligula 
kept pounding his cock into her. 

Almost as soon as the sensations of the first orgasm died down, another one 
seized her. 

Octavia gasped with the pleasure that surged through her. It filled every 
pore of her body. 

Her cunt went into a convulsion around his cock as if it were trying to get 
a better hold on the thing. 

Her body writhed in ecstasy beneath his. She groaned with pleasure. 

Then there was another orgasm and another and another. They started to crash 
into each other. 

Octavia was swept away by the pleasure that engulfed her. She felt like she 
was going to drown in the raging sea of her passions. 

As Caligula approached the point of no return, he thought again about the 
child inside her. 

He felt a moment of hear as he drove-his cock into her. He felt that the 
child could usurp him. 

He continued to pound into her. One heavy stroke after another. He felt his 
come start to well up in his balls. 

Octavia's orgasms meshed into one another and combined to bring her to a 
point of delirium. 

Her body was shaking with the pleasure that held her like a vise, and her 
face was contorted. 

As he ploughed into her, Caligula felt himself pass the point of no return. 
He was gasping for breath. 

"There it is ... There it is ... There-it is ... THERE IT IS," he said in a 
hoarse voice. 

Caligula took a few more fast strokes into her, then he hit a blistering 
climax. 

He buried his cock deep inside her and held it there. His body was shaking 
with the force of it. 

"AARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned as the first powerful shot scalded up the tube on 
the underside of his cock. 

His hips jerked with each spurt that he pumped into her spasming cunt. He 
was blind to everything else around him. 

As he shot burst after burst of hot jism into her, Octavia experienced a 
final shattering orgasm. 

They lay together for a long moment, then Caligula pulled his softening cock 
out of her. It glistened in the light. 

They sat quietly for a long period watching the others. Caligula drank more 
wine. 

His mind started to dwell on the child within her. He wondered if the 
additional seed e had deposited in her made the child stronger. The more he 
thought about it, the more afraid he became. 

There was more sex for them that night and much more wine. As they left the 
festivities in the middle of the night, Caligula was consumed by his fear of 
what her child could become, the threat it could pose. 

After he left Octavia in her apartment, he returned to his own. He tucked a 
knife under his toga and returned to her rooms. She was pleased to see him 
at first, but then he pulled out the knife. 

Octavia screamed, but it was no use. The blade penetrated her abdomen as the 
sound escaped her mouth. 

Caligula plunged the bloody blade into again and again. Blood spurted out of 
her. 

Even after she collapsed in a crumpled heap on the floor, he kept stabbing 
the blade into her. 

He had gone into a blind daze, and he was still rhythmically thrusting the 
blade in when two guards and Claudius pulled him away. Octavia was dead and 
blood stained the floor. 

Caligula was incoherent as the guards helped Claudius get him back to his 
quarters. 

The shock of what he had seen took a long while to sink in on Claudius. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Shock waves echoed around Rome the next morning as the Patrician families 
found out what had happened. 

There was surprise and disbelief at first, but gradually the horror of 
penetrated the minds of the nobility. 

They had been aghast when the affair first became public knowledge and 
scandalized when the couple had announced that they were going to have a 
child. This was the final horror. It was too much to comprehent. 

But Caligula had shown them one grisly sight after the other. The truth 
finally sank in. 

There had been talk of a plot against the Emperor before, but it was never 
taken seriously. 

With this last act of brutality, all Roman Patricians were wondering if 
Caligula was fit to rule. 

Many had wondered before, but had been afraid to voice their concerns. If a 
rumor of such thoughts reached the Imperial Palace, their lives would be 
over in hours. But now things had gone too far. 

Within hours, rumors of plots against the Emperor were being whispered in 
all quarters of the city. 

At the Imperial Palace, there was shock and dismay about what had happened. 
Members of the Imperial Family conferred among themselves about it. They 
realized that they could no longer even give lip service to Caligula. 

But by the same token, neither could they actively participate in a plot 
against him. 

As their spies sent word of those most actively working against the Emperor, 
they made sure that those most likely to succeed knew what the Emperor's 
movements were going to be. 

When Caligula awoke late in the morning, he looked at the dried blood 
beneath his fingernails in horror. 

In addition, there was dried blood on his bed clothes where he had touched 
them the night before. 

Although his memory was sketchy, the major events of the preceding night 
came back to him. 

Caligula called a slave to attend him, and he told the guard at the door to 
bring Claudius. 

As the slave began to wash him with damp clothes, Caligula began to weep for 
his sister. 

"Tell me that it isn't true ... That I didn't do it. Uncle." Caligula said 
to Claudius as soon as the man was in the room. 

"I-I'm sorry, Y-Your Majesty ... Octavia is dead ... Not even the gods can 
bring her back," Claudius said in a dull voice. 

Caligula's body was seized by giant sobs. Tears ran down his face in 
rivulets. His body shook with anguish. 

"I can't believe it could happen ... I just can't believe it ... It's too 
horrible," Caligula wailed. 

"Nor I, Y-Your Majesty, but I saw it with my own eyes ... I-I s-saw it all." 

"Yes, yes ... l remember your being there now ... I know what happened, all 
of it." 

"Then I assume, Y-Your Majesty, that you'll be canceling your appearance 
before the Senate this afternoon." Claudius said. 

"The Senate? Oh, Pd practically forgotten about that,'" Claudius said, the 
sobs vanishing from his body. 

"I'll send word to them that you're too taken with grief to attent." There 
was a hopeful not in Claudius's tone. 

There was a pause as Caligula thought about it. "No. don't do that ... I'll 
go," he said. 

"But surely, Y-Your Majesty ... This is no time to be making your horse a 
Senator." 

"It's precisely the right time ... There'll be talk about what happened ... 
They might try to do something." 

"I-I c-can tell y-you that there is talk. Y-Your Majesty, but this will only 
make things worse." 

"No, it won't. Once they know what I think of them, they won't dare try to 
do anything to me ... They'll be the laughing stock of all Rome ... They 
wouldn't dare threaten me." Caligula said, his voice brightening with every 
word. 

"I beg of you," Claudius pleaded, "don't do this. It will only make a bad 
situation worse." 

"Send word that I will be there at two o'clock as planned," Caligula said 
with an air of dismissal. 

"But, Y-Your Majesty...." 

Caligula cut him off. "Do as I say and don't argue. Uncle," he commanded. He 
was starting to smile. 

Claudius dropped his head and left the room. Once dismissed, it could be 
risky to continue arguing with Caligula. 

Claudius shook his white head as he scurried down the corridor to carry out 
Caligula's order. 

As the slave finished washing him, Caligula smiled more broadly. Thoughts of 
his dead sister vanished from his head. 

He was totally consumed with the pleasure it would give him to make his 
horse a Senator of Rome. 

Caligula had already had the necessary papers drawn up, and the task was 
already carried out for all practical purposes. 

But his real pleasure would be to stand in front of the Senate and make the 
announcement. 

He couldn't wait to see the expressions on the faces of those old men. He 
thought it would be sublime. 

Then he thought about the rest of the afternoon. There were affairs of state 
to attend to. but he decided that they could wait until evening or the next 
day. He wanted to go to the Games. That would be interesting, he thought. 

And it would take his mind off all that had happened. Then he considered 
another benefit. 

When the people of Rome saw him at the Coliseum, they'd put aside whatever 
rumors they'd heard. 

No one would believe that he'd killed Octavia if he appeared at the games. 
No one in his right mind. 

And he'd start rumors of his own, he thought. That she was killed by a 
jealous lady in waiting. 

To make it look good, he decided to have the culprit executed as soon as 
possible. 

He hoped that his actions would at least make the situation so confusing 
that people wouldn't know what to believe. 

Caligula congratulated himself on his shrewdness. None of the others were a 
match for him, he thought. 

Now it was settled. He had nothing else to do this morning other than to put 
his plan in motion, and that wouldn't be too difficult. He knew where to 
plant the seeds of gossip. 

And it would be no problem for him to have one of the ladies in waiting 
executed by noon. 

All that required was a statement of the charge and an Imperial Decree. Easy 
enough. 

Caligula smiled as the slave dressed him. It was all working out even better 
than he had hoped for. He congratulated himself again asj he went to the 
office on a lower floor from which he handled matters of state. By noon he 
had accomplished all the tasks he set out to do. Caligula looked at a stack 
of rolled parchment documents that represented state matters needing the 
Emperor's attention. He was bored by the sight. 

Caligula called for the consul. The man snapped to attention in front of the 
Emperor when he entered the room. 

"Are the women still in the cave, Flavius?" he asked. 

"Yes, Your Majesty ... You gave no instructions to have them removed." 

"Have they been properly cleaned?" 

"Yes, Your Majesty." 

"Good, then take me to them ... I'm in need of some diversion before I see 
the Senate." 

Flavius led the way to the subterranean room. Caligula surveyed the shackled 
women when he got there. 

For a moment, he was undecided whether or not he really wanted them now that 
they were no longer intact. 

But his need for sensuous enjoyment overcame his doubts. He went to the box 
beside the door. 

He took out a long thick piece of marble hewn to resemble the human phallus. 
He stepped to the woman on the left wall. 

Caligula held the object up to her eyes. Her lace assumed an expression of 
unmitigated terror. 

"This is what I have today for the one who wouldn't cry out under the lash." 
he told her. 

He then ran the rounded end of the torture instrument across her breasts. 
Then he poked the end against a nipple. 

Caligula smiled when her body shuddered at the touch of the thing. His cock 
started to stir. 

He brought the marble implement to her navel and pressed it into her. 
Another shudder raced across her body. 

Caligula brought it to her mound and drew it back and forth across her curly 
pubic hairs. 

He lowered it to her slit and held it against her outer lips. He pressed it 
against her, but it didn't enter. 

"Flavius," he called, "come here ... I'm in need of your assistance." 

"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said and quickly moved to the Emperor's side. 

"Kneel in front of her and hold open the folds that are barring the entrance 
to her," Caligula said. 

Flavius went to his knees and brought his fingers to the sides of her slit. 
He pulled the outer lips apart. 

Caligula pressed the hard prong into her. It entered her hole and she winced 
at the pain it created. 

Caligula gave it a sharp thrust and more of it slid up her. Then he gave 
another push and it sank into her almost all the way. His fingers were 
resting against the outer folds of her cleft. 

He pulled the massive thing partway out of her and rammed it back in. The 
woman's body stiffened with the pain it caused. 

Caligula started pounding the thing in faster and harder. The woman relaxed 
as her cunt grew accustomed to it. 

After a few minutes, Caligula grew bored and pulled the object out of her. 
It glistened with her fluids. 

"There's more than one way to do this," he muttered. He bent over in front 
of her. 

Caligula moved the object so that it was between the cheeks of her ass. He 
found the hole and pressed the thing against it. 

"Now, Flavius," he said, "pull her buttocks apart so it can enter." 

"Yes, Your Majesty." 

His hands reached around her hips. He got a firm grip on her pliant skin and 
pulled the checks of her ass apart. 

Caligula gave the artificial phallus a hard shove and the tip of it entered 
her asshole. 

He watched the woman's face as he pushed more of it up her. His cock stirred 
again when he saw her wince. 

Slowly he wedged most of the shaft of the thing inside her. Then he pulled 
it partway out and thrust it in again. 

As the prong slid more easily back and forth, Caligula moved it faster. The 
woman let out a gasp. 

He gave her a last hard thrust, then he pulled the thing out of her. It was 
covered with small brown flecks. 

Caligula stood up in front of her. He held the prong up to the woman's face. 

"Now you may clean the Emperor's toy," he said with a sneer. 

Caligula held the thing against her mouth. Then he moved it back and forth 
to part her lips. 

He pressed it hard against her teeth and she opened her mouth. Caligula 
turned the instrument around as he slid it against her mouth. In a few 
minutes, all the brown flecks were gone. 

He smiled as he brought the thing back to the box. Flavius resumed his 
position at the door. 

Caligula took the whip out of the box. He went to the woman manacled against 
the wall to the right of the door. 

He let her gaze at the whip for a long moment before he raised it into the 
air. Her eyes went wide with fear. 

There was a loud crack as he brought the whip across her thigh. The woman 
screamed with the pain the whip inflicted. 

Caligula raised the whip again. This time he brought it down across her 
other thigh. 

She let out another cry as she winced with the searing pain. Again and again 
he brought the whip into her. 

Angry red welts rose where the whip ripped into her skin. The red streaks 
crisscrossed her body. 

Huge tears streamed down the woman's cheeks. She started to sob with the 
pain Caligula inflicted on her. 

The expression the woman had caused Caligula's cock to swell. With each 
heavy lash, it got harder. 

Over and over again he brought the whip into her. The woman started to sob 
uncontrollably. 

When his cock was fully erect, Caligula stopped whipping the woman. He took 
off his toga and handed it to Flavius. Flavius folded it neatly and put it 
on top of the box near the door. 

Caligula went to the woman who was held to the wall opposite the door. He 
looked at her intently. 

"You, my pretty," he said with an evil hiss, "shall have the benefit of the 
Emperor's cock today." 

Caligula ran his hands across the woman's breasts. Then he squeezed her 
nipples. 

"Unbind her, Flavius," he ordered. "I think I shall try something different 
today." 

Flavius walked to the woman and unfastened her shackles with the keys he 
wore at his waist. 

When the woman was free, Caligula pushed her roughly to the dirt floor of 
the room. 

He moved in closer to her. Then he put his hands on her head and drew it 
into him. 

When his throbbing prick pressed against her lips, he pulled harder on her 
head. 

When she knew what he was demanding of her, the woman reluctantly opened her 
mouth. She feared the lash if she didn't. 

She closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked on it. Caligula 
pushed more of it into her mouth. 

The woman started to gag when the head of the Emperor's cock pressed against 
the back of her mouth. 

Then the reflex action subsided, and his cock slipped all the way into her 
throat. 

He held it inside her for a long moment. His cock was throbbing and pulsing 
against the walls of her gullet. 

Then he pulled his cock out so that just the head of it remained in her 
mouth. He pulled her head back and forth over the flared head of his cock. 
His movement was getting faster and faster. 

As Flavius watched them, his aversion to the cruel treatment the first two 
had received at the Emperor's hand abated. His cock stirred and then started 
to swell steadily. He rubbed it through his tunic. 

Caligula saw what he was doing and it made him more excited. He moved the 
woman's head still faster. 

"Take off your breastplate and tunic Flavius ... Come join us," Caligula 
told him. 

"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said enthusiastically. He started to unfasten 
the metal plate that covered his chest. 

When it was unhooked, Flavius laid the heavy armament on the floor next to 
the door. 

In a flash, Flavius whipped the tunic over his head and dropped it on top of 
the breastplate. 

As he moved the join Caligula and the woman, his cock gave a little jump. He 
put his hand to it. 

Flavius stood at their side pulling the skin back and forth over the head of 
his cock. 

Caligula stopped pulling the woman's head on his cock and held it still when 
Flavius arrived. 

Caligula pulled on the young woman's shoulders and she stood up in front of 
him. There was fear in her eyes. 

When she was on her feet, Caligula put his hand to her mound and pressed 
against it. 

He stepped closer to her and brought his cock to her slit. The tip of it 
parted her outer lips. 

He had to bend at the knees a little to get it poised at the entrance to her 
hole. He arched his hips. 

The head of his cock went in. He pushed again and half the shaft sank in. 
Another shove and he was buried to the hilt. 

He pulled his cock halfway out and jammed it up her. Then he pulled out so 
that just the head was still inside her. 

Caligula gave a hard thrust that jolted the woman. Then he held his cock 
deep inside her. 

"Flavius," he said, "why don't you use her other hole ... It might be more 
interesting than pulling it." 

"Thank you. Your Majesty," Flavius said. Although what he was doing felt 
good, he wanted more. 

Flavius moved behind the woman. He spit into his hand and transferred the 
saliva to his cock. He did it again. 

He pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, bent at the knees then poised his 
glistening cock on her hole. 

Flavius gave a hard push and his cock parted the puckered sphincter. He gave 
another shove and the head of his cock went in. 

Then with a long steady movement, he sank his cock in her to the base of his 
shaft. He held it there. 

Caligula pulled out partway and made a thrust up the woman's passageway 
while Flavius held his cock up her asshole. 

Flavius could feel Caligula's cock moving against his through the thin 
membrane that separated them. 

His stiff prick started to throb with more intensity at the feel of the 
other cock sliding against it. 

When Caligula started to pull out again, Flavius pulled out at the same 
time. He waited until he felt the Emperor's cock start to go back in, then 
he shoved his own cock in. The feel of their cocks sliding up her two holes 
against each other made him let out a sigh of pleasure. 

Caligula set up a series of rhythmic in and out motions with his stiff cock. 
Flavius followed them. 

As they continued ramming their cocks back and forth in her, the woman's 
holes got slicker and their cocks slid easier in her. 

Caligula started to go taster and Flavius followed his lead. 

In and out went their stiff pricks. Back and forth. Faster and harder. Over 
and over again. 

They pounded into her with ever increasing force. Every thrust was stronger 
than the last. 

Caligula was breathing heavily as he rammed his cock up her cunt. He was 
going higher and higher. 

The Emperor felt a steady stream of sensations from the head of his cock. 
They were getting more and more pleasurable. 

Caligula pounded her cunt relentlessly. 

At the same time, Flavius pummeled her asshole. Every strong thrust he made 
was more pleasurable than the last. 

He was getting closer and closer, the other cock accentuating the sensations 
her asshole created. 

Caligula leaned back and put his fingers to the woman's nipples. He squeezed 
them then released them. 

Then he squeezed them again, harder this time. He kept squeezing as he 
pounded her pussy with his thick prick. 

The Emperor looked at the young woman's pretty face as he squeezed harder. 
The wince he saw made him more exciting. 

Then Caligula brought his fingernails into her nipples. The woman let out a 
cry of pain as they dug in. 

"By the gods." Caligula said breathlessly, "I think that I'm about ready to 
shoot." 

Flavius matched the other man's increase in speed. He wanted to come at the 
same time if possible. 

The two of them were plunging in and out of her holes at breakneck speed. 
In. Out. Back. Forth. Faster. Harder. 

Over and over again. 

Flavius started to pant with the level of excitement he had reached. He felt 
the come welling up in his balls. 

"Yes ... Yes ... I'm almost there too. Your Majesty," Flavius groaned as he 
thrust into her. 

Both of them increased the rate of their thrusts for a final time. The 
slapping sound of their hips making contact with hers filled the small room. 
Both of them went as hard as they could into her. 

"There it is. There it is ... There it is ... THERE IT IS!" Caligula gasped 
as he passed the point of no return. 

Caligula took a few more quick strokes in and out of her, then he gasped 
loudly and plunged his cock into her. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" he groaned as the first strong burst was catapulted by a 
strong contraction in his groin up the tube on the underside of his cock and 
out the hole at the very tip of it. 

Caligula held his cock deep inside her as spurt after spurt spewed out of 
his pulsing cock. 

At the same time, Flavius went over the top. He was moaning and groaning 
with pleasure. 

"I'm going to shoot ... I'm going to shoot. AAAAHHHHUH!" he gasped as he hit 
his peak. 

He plunged his cock up her asshole and held it there. The first shot seared 
up his cock and erupted into her dark passageway. His hips went into a spasm 
with the force of it. 

Flavius held his cock in her as one heavy shot of hot jism after the other 
jetted out of it. 

When they were finished, both men held their cocks inside her for a long 
moment. 

Then Caligula pulled his slowly out. Flavius followed. Both were still 
breathing heavily. 

Caligula put his hands on the woman's shoulders and forced her to the floor 
on her knees. 

As soon as she was on the floor, Caligula pulled her head to his softening 
cock. 

She opened her mouth and took the head of it in her mouth. She made a firm 
seal with her lips just behind the rim. 

As she held his cock in her mouth. Caligula milked the last of his come down 
the tube on the underside. 

Then he pulled the woman off his cock and pushed her toward Flavius. By that 
time, she knew what to do. 

She opened her mouth and took in the head. There were small brown flecks on 
it. 

Then she took the shaft into her mouth, licking it all the time. She went to 
the very base of it. 

When the woman let the cock slip out of her mouth, it was clean and 
glistening with saliva. 

"You can put her back in the shackles now, Flavius," Caligula told him. 

"Yes, Your Majesty," Flavius said. He went to his clothes and put them on. 
He had difficulty with the breastplate. 

Then Flavius went to the woman and reattached the manacles to her wrists and 
ankles. 

There was a look of resignation on her face when he looked at her. Flavius 
felt sorry for her. 

Flavius helped Caligula with his toga and then led him back to the office. 
He saluted the Emperor and started to leave. 

"Oil. one more thing, Flavius." Caligula said to him as he reached the 
massive doors. 

Flavius wheeled around. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Flavius said. 

"The three downstairs ... Get new ones, and send those to the gladiators for 
their amusement." 

"Yes, Your Majesty." 

"And call for my uncle Claudius ... He's to accompany me to the Senate in a 
few minutes." 

"Yes. Your Majesty." Flavius saluted again and left the room. 

Claudius made one further attempt to dissaude his nephew from carrying out 
his plan as they rode to the Senate in the Emperor's roomy sedan chair. 
Sixteen slaves carried it. 

Tied to the back of one of the carrying poles was the horse the Emperor was 
going to make a Senator. 

Claudius quivered as he stood behind the last row of Senators and watched 
Caligula stride to the dais. 

His alarm increased when the Emperor started to address the body in a 
mocking tone of voice. 

As he watched Caligula, Claudius was more convinced than ever that the man 
was insane. 

There was nothing about the young man that was like other men. All his 
behavior was aberrant. 

Claudius surveyed the faces of the Senators as the Emperor spoke. There was 
disgust on most of them. 

A shocked gasp went through the columned meeting room when a slave brought 
in Caligula's horse. 

"This, gentlemen, is the newest member of your body ... The newest Senator 
of Rome," Caligula said gleefully. 

After the gasp, there was murmuring throughout the room. After the Emperor 
left for the Games, the undertone erupted into angry shouts and catcalls. 
Claudius knew it was over for Caligula. 

Caligula, however, was in such a state of elation over what he'd done that 
he scarcely noticed his uncle's absence while he was carried to the 
Coliseum. He motioned for Flavius who was riding on horseback beside the 
chair to come nearer. "You'll sit with me at the Games today," Caligula told 
him. 

"Thank you. Your Majesty ... It's a great honor to share the Imperial Box," 
Flavius said. 

But midway through the Games, Caligula grew bored. Nothing very new was 
being offered that afternoon. 

He gestured to Flavius and the consul rose with him. Flavius led the Emperor 
out of the arena. 

They walked down a short flight of steps and into a dark passageway that 
went beneath the edifice. 

All at once, six figures emerged from the shadows. Their swords were drawn. 
They made a rough circle around the two men. 

Flavius drew his sword to protect the Emperor, but it was to no avail. He 
felt cold metal at the base of his spine. 

It was just at the point where his breastplate ended. Then it wasn't cold 
any longer. 

A searing pain gripped him, and Flavius felt his knees give way. He looked 
at Caligula and saw blood spreading on the Emperor's toga. Then one of the 
men shoved his sword into the Emperor's side. There was another blade in 
Caligula's other side. He started to fall. 

Flavius felt a second searing pain, then his knees, hit the hard ground. A 
foggy whiteness filled his brain for a moment, then he felt nothing. 

* * * 

ANGLICAN ANGUISH 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Judith Anderson sat nervously in the anteroom of the vicar's office. She 
didn't really want to be there, but there was no place else for her to turn. 
And she had to talk to someone about what had happened to her. 

And in the community of Hastings-on-Avon, there weren't very many people she 
could trust. 

There was continual gossip about nearly everyone, and she didn't want to be 
the subject of it. 

It was a pleasant community in most respects, but it was very closely knit. 
Everyone knew everyone else's affairs. 

She liked the rolling hills beside the Avon River, and if one wanted to go 
into town, London was just two hours away by train. She usually made the 
journey twice a month herself. 

As she sat there, she was glad that she had refused to meet with the vicar's 
assistant. He was a handsome young man, but she had seen him talking to some 
of the ladies in the village, and she didn't completely trust him. And it 
just wouldn't do for her secret to be known. 

Judith peeked in a small mirror that was on the wall at her side while she 
waited to see the vicar. 

The thought occurred to her that she didn't look any different after what 
had happened. 

She had always thought that she would. But it didn't seem to make any 
difference as far as her appearance was concerned. 

Judith Anderson looked around the room in which she was sitting. The 
furnishings were sparse, and the paint was beginning to chip from the wall. 
The room was in the rear of a Eighteenth Century church. 

She thought that it was a pleasant church and that it suited the people who 
lived in the community. 

She looked in the mirror again and adjusted an errant strand of hair. The 
face that looked back at her was pretty with its blond curls and bright blue 
eyes. She wore only a hint of lipstick. 

She wondered about what had happened to her. Never before in her eighteen 
years had she had to face such a thing. 

And her age was another consideration in her not wanting anyone to know her 
plight. 

At eighteen, she was ripe for marriage, and she thought no one would want 
her if word got around. 

She knew that no one in Hastins-on-Avon would want her, but she was afraid 
that word would spread to other villages as well. 

But she was confident of the vicar. 

He was a nice man in his early forties, and she thought he was still fairly 
attractive. 

And he still wasn't married. That was a puzzlement to her. She couldn't 
understand why he hadn't taken a wife. 

She wondered if the man might be on the queer side. But he never acted like 
a nellie, so she dismissed the idea. 

Then she thought that it might be because he just wasn't interested in sex. 
That was odd for a man. 

Every time she went out with a boy, she had to defend herself at some point 
in the evening: 

If it wasn't one thing, it was another. If a boy took you to the movies, 
he'd try to put his arm around you. and if that worked, he'd try to put his 
hand on your thigh. She never let them get away with that. 

And it was even worse if they managed to get a car for the evening. They 
always wanted to park near the heath. 

It amused her to think of the tricks she'd endured. They'd say they knew a 
back way to someplace. 

And the back way was always by way of the heath. Then they'd drive very 
slowly or even stop. 

If she let them stop, the next thing they'd do would be to slide over in the 
front seat of the car. 

Then there would be a hand around the arm and a play for a kiss. Judith 
often let them have it. 

But they only wanted more. One kiss wasn't good enough for them. They wanted 
longer and harder ones. 

The next thing was the hand against the bosom. That's where she always 
stopped them. 

Another ploy they used was the drive in the moonlight bit. They were never 
interested in the moon. 

Sometimes they'd say, "It's so nice tonight, let's go for a drive." And it 
never made any difference what the weather was like. It could be freezing 
cold and they'd claim to admire the beauty of the wintry stillness. 

But it wasn't stillness they were after. 

In fact, it was always just the opposite. They'd claim to be cold and they'd 
want to snuggle together. 

Then the play for a kiss again. And it would go like it went with all of 
them. They were all the same, she thought. 

It wasn't that she was so dead set against ever having sex. It was that she 
had her reputation to think about. 

That was one thing that Judith Anderson had known since she knew what a 
reputation was. She was determined to marry well, and that was part of her 
plan. 

But now there was a new danger. If anyone found out about her, all those 
years would be wasted. 

She didn't think that she could bear to be thought of as a tarnished woman. 
It didn't suit her. 

If that happened, there would be only one solution. She'd have to move to 
London where no one knew her. 

It would be the only thing that she could do. And she thought that she'd 
have to forget about marrying well. 

Her father was a shopkeeper, and Judith was determined to do better than 
that. She wouldn't even look at a shopkeeper or a shopkeeper's son. She'd 
always hated the way she'd had to help out in the shop. 

She'd hated waiting on fussy old ladies, and whenever one of her classmates 
would come in, she'd be acutely embarrassed. 

No, she'd decided, that was no life for her. She thought she could do better 
than that with herself. 

But now all her plans and hopes were in danger. She had to find a way out of 
it. 

She didn't know if the vicar could provide it for her, but she hoped he 
would be able to. 

And she knew that it would do her good just to talk to someone about it. 
That might relieve some of the anxiety she felt about what had happened to 
her. It was simply impossible to hold it inside herself any longer. She had 
to tell someone about it. 

And this was the only person she could tell. She'd thought about going to a 
church in another village, but had decided this would be best. 

For an added note of protection, she'd decided to make sure that the vicar 
knew he was the only one she'd told. 

That way if there was ever any gossip, she'd know where it came from. She 
trusted the man. but she figured that it never hurt to make sure. And in 
this case, she wanted to make very sure indeed. 

Judith waited impatiently for the vicar to finish whatever he was involved 
with and see her. 

To her mind, her case should take priority over anything else the vicar 
might have to do. 

But then she realized that he didn't know what she was there to see him 
about. He couldn't know how urgent it was. 

She tried to calm herself as best she could. But there was no way she could 
make her hands stop fidgeting. 

Judith let her mind drift back to the week before. She thought about the 
night it happened. 

The night had been warm for May, and she'd decided to walk along the 
embankment of the river. 

She sat for a few minutes that night on a bench and watched the river flow 
quietly past. The lights of the village shimmered in the water. At that 
moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace and calm. 

Then she strolled along the embankment until she came to a small park at the 
edge of the village. 

It was a nice area with trees and bushes here and there and a few benches to 
sit on. 

She walked into it with not a fear in the world. Nothing ever happened in 
Hastings-on-Avon. 

But that night something did happen in the small village. 

And it happened to her. 

She walked past a small stand of trees that had bushes planted in front of 
them. 

When she got to the end of it, an arm reached around her and a hand covered 
her mouth. 

She tried to struggle against it, but the man had been much stronger than 
she was It was no use. 

Inexorably, the man dragged her behind the trees. Then he held her and 
muttered in her ear. 

"You scream and you die." he said. She didn't recognize the voice. 

Her flesh was covered with gooseflesh. She thought she knew what was going 
to happen, and she raced through her mind trying to think of something that 
could stop it. But there wasn't anything she could think of. 

The man pushed her to the ground. Then he flung his massive body on top of 
hers. She was pinned there. 

She struggled, but it didn't do any good. He had her securely pinioned 
against the grass. 

Judith thought about screaming, but she remembered his admonition. She 
thought he actually might go through with it. 

He wedged a hand between their bodies and pulled up her dress. Then he 
ripped her panties off. 

After that, he fumbled with his belt and his trousers. He pushed them and 
his underwear to his knees. 

Judith tried to keep her legs together, but he forced them apart. He brought 
his hands to her breasts and fondled them through her blouse. 

"You're goin' ta like this girl." he muttered into her ear. 

"No ... Please ... I beg you not to do this to me," she pleaded. Her words 
fell on deaf ears. 

"Just be quiet, girl, and ya won't get hurt ... If ya relax, ya might enjoy 
it," he said. 

The idea of enjoying such a thing was the most ridiculous thing she could 
think of. 

But at the same time, there was an odd sensation in her pussy. Much like 
when a boy kissed her. 

He lowered his hips into her, and she felt his thick cock resting across her 
mound. 

The pressure of it produced a twinge in her clit. She felt her cunt start to 
get warm and moist. 

Judith didn't understand what was happening to her. This was the most 
horrible thing which had ever befallen her, yet she was starting to get some 
sort of odd sexual pleasure from it. 

It didn't make any sense to her at the time. 

Then the man raised his hips and reached a hand between them. He centered 
his cock on her slit. 

Judith knew what happened next, although she'd never actually done it 
before. She braced herself for the pain. 

His hips lowered again and the tip of his cock parted the outer folds of her 
pussy. 

The thought came to her that she actually wanted to see his cock. She wanted 
to see what was going into her. 

He pushed and the end of his cock went into her hole. She felt the walls of 
her hole stretch to make room for it. 

The man shoved the entire head of his cock into her. She felt more fluids 
seep into her cunt. 

Then he gave a thrust and buried half the shaft in her. Another shove and 
his cock was all the way inside her. 

She was surprised that there was no pain. She'd heard that it was supposed 
to be painful the first time you did it. 

But what she was feeling was a rather pleasant expansion of her cunt. It got 
wetter as he held his cock in her. 

Then he pulled halfway out and plunged into her. A strong jolt, of 
sensations went through her. 

The strength of them amazed her. And given the circumstances, she wanted 
them to stop. 

He pulled out again. This time he left only the head of his cock in her 
pussy. Then he rammed it back in. 

Another strong burst of pleasurable sensations raced through her body. She 
let out a gasp. 

"That's right, little girl," the man whispered. "You can enjoy this if you 
want to." 

She didn't know how he could know what she was feeling. And it embarrassed 
her to think that he knew how she was affected by what he was doing. 

He set up a series of rhythmic plunges in and out of her. With each one of 
them, the sensations that she was feeling got stronger and more pleasurable. 
Her pussy got wetter and hotter. 

Judith felt her face flush because she found what he was doing was so nice. 
She tried to stop it. 

But his cock was thick enough so that the top side of it brushed against her 
clit as he thrust in and out. 

There was no way that she could control the sensations that he was creating 
in her. 

He started to thrust into her faster and harder. That made the sensations 
even better. 

Her clit felt like the end of a live electrical wire. It was constantly 
discharging jolts of sensations through her body. She held her breath for a 
moment to keep from moaning. 

She didn't want this man who was violating her in such an ungentlemanly 
fashion know what she was feeling. She could hardly believe it herself. It 
was humiliating. 

He went faster, and she went higher. 

He plunged his thick cock relentlessly in and out of her increasingly 
slippery cunt. 

One powerful lunge after the other. Judith didn't want to enjoy what he was 
doing to her. but she couldn't help herself. 

She'd always been told in the most frightening manner about things like 
this. But now that she experienced it, she didn't think it was all that bad. 
It was as if all her adolescent sexuality was coming to a head. 

She didn't want to, but she let out a low moan with the pleasure her body 
felt. Then she squelched it. 

"That's right, girlie. Just let yourself enjoy it." the man whispered in her 
ear. 

Judith felt another Hush of embarrassment. 

It dulled her excitement for an instant, then she started to rise again. 

Back and forth he went inside her. in and out of her slick passageway, 
always going faster and hauler. 

She wanted to cry out with the pleasure she was feeling. She hadn't known 
that her body was capable of such a reaction. 

As the sensations that flooded her body became more and more intense, she 
started to lose her sense of propriety. 

Each thrust was more exquisite than the last. Each one created a burst of 
sensations in her clit. 

Judith started answering his lunges with her hips. As he went faster, she 
began bucking her hips against his. 

To her mind, she was acting like a wanton hussy, but she was too far gone to 
care at the time. 

The only thing that seemed important to her was the all consuming fire that 
was raging in her loins. 

It was a conflagration that she wanted to both fan and quench at the same 
time. She went inexorably higher. 

The man pounded harder and harder into her. Judith let out a series of 
staccato cries as her pleasure intensified. 

His ramming became faster and faster. She was perched at a high pinnacle of 
pleasure. She never wanted to leave it. 

But at the same time, she knew that the tension that had built up in her 
body had to be released. 

Judith relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over her, one after the 
other. It was sublime. 

Then as he started to go as fast and as hard as he could, she was carried 
over the top. 

The orgasm burst upon her body like a thunderclap. She cried out with the 
fierce intensity of it. 

There was a spasm in her pussy, and shudders coursed up her torso. Her body 
went rigid with the pleasure of it. 

She gasped for breath as a searing white hot flash engulfed her brain. There 
were more spasms in her cunt. 

He continued to pound away in her. As soon as the sensations of the first 
orgasm diminished, there was another one. 

It took her totally by surprise. She let out a loud gasp as it raced through 
her body. 

There was another series of convulsions in her pussy and more shudders 
throughout her body. 

Her face became contorted with the ferocity of the sensations. They filled 
every pore of her. 

No sooner had the last convulsion laded from her cunt that another climax 
carried her away. 

She was delirious as it held her in its throes. She'd never known that her 
body was capable of such ecstasy. 

Almost before it faded, his pummeling tool brought on another orgasm, then 
another and another. 

Each one of them was stronger than the last. The pleasure was so 
overwhelming that she didn't think she could stand any more. 

The orgasms merged, each of them crashing into the next, each of them making 
the one that followed more intense. 

Her pussy convulsed around his hard driving cock. She had the sensation that 
it was trying to hold onto the thing. 

Her hands and feet became spastic as the orgasms swept her away. She was 
shaking from head to foot. 

"Yes, that's it, girlie," the man panted. "Now this thing is going to pop 
off in you." 

A wild flurry of orgasms transported her on a tidal wave of pleasure. She 
lost track of time and space. 

She felt as if she were nothing but a piece of flotsam tossed heedlessly in 
a raging sea of passion. 

One flash after the other occluded her vision and her hearing was taken away 
by the roaring of her blood in her ears. 

"Yes, there it is ... There it is ... There it is, girlie ... THERE IT IS!" 
the man gasped. 

A shattering orgasm inflamed Judith as she heard the words. They sounded as 
if they came from a great distance. 

He made a few fast drives into her, then he drove his cock deep into her 
cunt and held it there. 

His hips jerked as the first searing spurt of hot jism erupted from the hole 
at the end of his cock. 

The warmth of the man's come in her and the jerking of his hips as burst 
after burst spewed out sent Judith into a final, thunderous orgasm. She let 
out a cry of pleasure as it engulfed her body. 

The spasms that it brought to her pussy answered the contractions in his 
body. It was as if her cunt were trying to milk every last bit of come from 
the man. Having tasted the first of it, the organ wanted all there was. 

After he finished coming, he lay on top of her for a long moment, then he 
pulled his cock quickly out. 

Making sure that she didn't get a chance to see his face, he got off her 
quickly and left at a fast pace still buttoning up his trousers as he ran. 
Judith lay on the grass trying to catch her breath. 

The first thing she did when he was gone was look around to see if there was 
anyone about. 

She wondered if anyone had seen them or heard them. But aside from his 
retreating footfalls, there was no sound except for the gentle breeze that 
whispered through the tops of the trees. 

Judith adjusted her clothes and started to walk home. She hoped the act 
wouldn't cause her to get pregnant. 

Not for a moment did she seriously consider reporting the incident to the 
authorities or her parents. 

She was too humiliated by the pleasure she had received from it. She didn't 
think she could ever admit that. 

As she walked home, she felt some of the semen he had deposited in her start 
to dribble down her thigh. 

Judith stopped in a dark alley and got a tissue from her purse to wipe it 
off. She didn't want any signs on her body. 

But as she began wiping, an impulse seized her. She put her index finger to 
the sticky stuff and touched it. 

She made little circles with her finger in it, then brought her finger to 
her mouth and sucked on it. The salty sweet taste of it pervaded her senses. 
Then she wiped it off her thigh. 

She snapped out of her reverie when she heard the vicar say her name. She 
looked up. 

"Judy, I'll see you now," the man said. "Sorry to keep you waiting, child." 

"Thank you, Vicar, she said as she stood up to go into his office. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"But, my dear, you must remember that this incident was not your fault," the 
vicar said when she had finished telling him of her ordeal. 

"Yes, I know, but I just help but feel guilty about it," she told him. 

"Now, now, child ... I know it must have been terrible for you, but you'll 
get over it." 

He was using his most consoling voice in an effort to comfort her. Her eyes 
were watery with tears. 

"Oh. I don't know ... If anyone ever found out. no one would ever want me 
again." she said, almost starting to cry. 

"Now, child," the vicar said. "I know that it must have been terrible, but 
these things happen." 

"But I never thought it could happen to ME!" she wailed. 

"That's what we all think, but it can happen to anyone ... The world is not 
such a nice place anymore." 

"I know, but this thing has just been making me miserable ... It's all I can 
think about." she said. 

The vicar paused and studied her. He felt his cock stir as he saw a tear 
streak her pretty cheek. 

"The only thing for you to do. my dear, is to put this incident behind you 
and get on with the rest of your life." 

"I know. Vicar, but how can I do that ... It was just too humiliating...! 
can't bear it any longer." 

"That's no way to feel ... Always remember that you did nothing wrong; it 
wasn't your fault," he said soothingly. 

Judith thought about it for a moment. She wanted to tell him the real reason 
for her guilt, But she wasn't sure that she could do that. It was just too 
degrading to her mind to admit to anyone. 

But at the same time, she knew that her guilt could not be expiated unless 
she told the whole truth. 

"But, Vicar, what I've told you isn't the worst of it ... It's not the worst 
of it by far." she said. 

"Then tell me what was worse," he said. 

"The truth of the matter is that ... I mean. I actually ... Oh! It's too 
gruesome to tell anyone!" she sobbed. 

"Please, child," the vicar said, "I know it's difficult for you, but you 
must tell me all of it." 

"Oh, I'm so ashamed and so embarrassed I don't know what to do ... I can't 
live with myself any longer." 

"Child, are you trying to tell me that ... that you ... that there was some 
arousal in it?" 

"YES! Yes. that's the worst of it, Vicar. I was very aroused by it ... I 
LIKED IT!" 

Uncontrollable sobs took hold of her body. She brought a tissue from her 
purse to her nose. 

The vicar looked at her in shocked surprise, lie had never known that such a 
thing was possible. 

One wracking sob after the other shuddered through her body as Judith sat in 
front of his small desk. 

"This is something quite unusual ... Quite unusual," the vicar said almost 
under his breath. 

"It's just too horrible to think about." Judith wailed through her tears. "I 
can still hardly believe it myself." 

As the vicar looked at her. there was another stirring in his loins. Me 
tried to take his mind away from it. 

"This does rather put things in a different light." he said. Then he thought 
about what to say next. 

"I just feel so perverse, so abnormal about liking it the way I did," Judith 
said through her tears. 

"Did you give the m a n any encouragement?" the vicar asked solemnly. 

"No ... Nothing like that ... Well. not at first ... But I couldn't help but 
cry out with the pleasure later on." 

"I see." 

Both of them were silent for a long moment. Judith felt some relief now that 
she had shared her dark secret with someone. 

She was hoping that the vicar could say something to her that would suddenly 
make everything all right again. 

But as soon as she had the thought, she knew that no one had any magic words 
like that. 

At that moment, she knew that it was something that she'd have to work out 
for herself, like it or not. 

She felt better having told someone about it. Having related it to someone 
made her feel less alone with her shame. 

"Have you thought about seeing some kind of a therapist about this," the 
vicar said after a pause. 

"Yes, Vicar, but the closest one is in Coventry, and that presents 
difficulties," she said. 

"How so, my child?" 

"First, there's the problem of getting there, then there's the problem of 
his fee." 

"Surely you can find one that's with the National Health," the vicar said to 
her. 

"That's the problem," she told him, "you have to be in hospital before the 
National Health will cover it." 

"I see." 

There was another pause. "I can't get over the feeling that I should be 
punished for what I did," Judith said. 

The vicar felt another stirring in his crotch. His cock started to swell 
inexorably as he looked at her. 

"Perhaps that would be a good thing for you ... It might help you overcome 
the guilt." he said to her. 

"What do you mean. Vicar?" she asked. By now most of her tears had dried. 

"Simply that if you're actually punished for the way you enjoyed it, you'll 
feel that you've paid the price for what you felt ..There'll be no reason to 
feel guilty any longer." 

"Do you really think so, Vicar? I'd give anything to make those feelings go 
away." 

"I think it's worth trying if you think it'll help," he said. 

"What should I do? Will it be something like a penance? I'll do anything you 
say, Vicar." 

"A penance might be considered, but I think something more corporal should 
be considered." 

"Oh, no ... That would mean that someone would have to know ... I couldn't 
bear it." 

Judith felt a new wave of shame wash over her as she thought about telling 
someone else. 

She thought that was asking too much. It had been bad enough just telling 
the vicar. 

"No, my child," the vicar intoned, "it wouldn't mean telling another soul." 

"Whatever do you mean, Vicar?" Judith asked. She didn't see how what he was 
saying was possible. 

"I'm simply saying, my child, that I myself will administer the punishment 
to atone for what you felt," 

His cock reached a full erection as he said it. Very quietly, he put his 
hand between his legs and pushed his cock down against his thigh. That way, 
he thought he'd be able to conceal his condition when he had to stand up. 

"Oh, could you. Vicar? The more I think about it, the more I think it's a 
good idea." 

The vicar looked at his desk calendar. There were no more appointments that 
afternoon. 

"Surely, my child ... We can begin immediately if you like," he told her. He 
tried to suppress a smile. 

"I'd like that, Vicar ... The sooner I feel better about all this, the 
happier I'm going to be." 

The vicar stood up from behind his desk keeping his thighs held together so 
that his stiff cock didn't show. 

"If you'll follow me, my child, we can get started," he said. There was a 
slight crack in his voice. 

Judith didn't notice the edge that had come to his voice. She stood up as he 
passed her chair and followed him to the door. 

They walked out of his office and down a narrow flight of stone stairs to 
the sanctuary of the church. 

The huge space was dimly lit by the rays of light that filtered through the 
stained glass windows. 

He led her through the nave and to a small door at the end of it. He took a 
large key from his pocket and unlocked it. 

Judith was surprised to see a narrow flight of stone steps descending in a 
circle from the door. 

She had never known that the church had a basement. There had never been any 
public use made of it. 

The vicar threaded his way down the steps and she followed cautiously. The 
stones were old and well worn. 

When they reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs, the vicar lit a 
match. He brought it to a candle. 

The candle cast a soft glow into the space. Judith could see curved arches 
and a few dusty barrels laying around. 

The vicar walked on, leading her to still another door at the opposite side 
of the basement. 

He unlocked it with another key and opened the door. There was a creak as it 
opened that sent a chill up her spine. 

The vicar lit another match and lit a candle at each side of the entrance. 
The candles flickered into life. 

As the room was suffused with the light of the candles, Judith let out a 
gasp at what she saw. 

There were manacles and shackles on the wall. In addition, there was a stock 
and several benches with wide leather restraints on them. 

"Don't be surprised, my child," the vicar said to her. "There was a time 
when the parishioners asked for such punishment for their sins. In addition, 
there were men of the cloth who felt that regular beatings made them more 
devoted. Most old churches in England have such rooms." 

"But I never knew such a thing was possible," Judith exclaimed. 

"Most of the parishioners never knew about it ... Only those few who needed 
such things." 

There was a pause as she let her eyes wander over the old implements of 
torture and discipline. 

"Is this room used very much there days?" she asked after she had taken it 
all in. 

"no ... Only in very special cases is it used ... And I feel that you're 
such a case," the vicar said. 

As he said it, he let his cock escape from the grip that his thighs held on 
it. With the dim light that the candles cast, he didn't think that the bulge 
it made in his black trousers would be noticeable. 

Judith had a moment of doubt about what he might do to her. But then she 
resolved herself to go through with it. 

Anything that might help her feel more comfortable with herself was worth a 
try, she thought. 

And no matter how painful the punishment might be, it would be better than 
the nightmare she had endured. 

"Now, my child, shall we get on with it?" the vicar said as he turned to 
her. 

"Yes, Vicar, I'm ready if you are ... Just tell me what to do and I'll do 
it." 

"First ... I think you should take off all your clothes ... There's a chair 
over there for you to put them on." 

The request puzzled her at first. But she trusted the man, so she went to 
the chair and started to undress. 

The vicar turned his head away as she removed one article of clothing after 
the next. 

At this point, he didn't want her to think that he had any interest in her 
body. His cock strained against the fabric of his trousers. 

When Judith was naked, she approached the vicar shyly. She didn't make a 
move to cover herself with her hands. 

"I'm ready," she said when she reached him. 

He turned to her. Involuntarily, his eyes roamed over her body. He took in 
the firm breasts with the dark pink nipples at the ends. Then he feasted on 
her slim waist, finally allowing himself a brief glance at the mound between 
her legs and the curly pubic hairs that sprouted there. 

The vicar took her hand and led her to the wall opposite the door. He put 
her hand in a manacle and closed it. 

He went to the other wrist and pulled it up to the manacle on that side. 
Then he looked at her. 

"Now do you feel sorry for what you did and the way you enjoyed it?" he 
asked her. The catch in his throat was more noticeable now. 

"Oh, yes, Vicar, I'm so ashamed of myself that I don't know what to do," 
Judith replied. 

"You're going to pay for your lustful heart, my child ... You're going to 
pay dearly." 

Judith comprehended now that change that had come over the man. There was a 
glint in his eyes that frightened her. 

He looked over her body slowly, then turned and went to the wall to the 
right of the door. 

The candle didn't shed much light there, but she could dimly make out some 
object hanging on the wall. 

When the vicar returned to her. she saw that he was carrying a whip in his 
hand. It had a thick leather handle and many thongs coming out of it. 

The thing that registered most clearly to her as she looked at it was that 
it didn't look old. 

The thing looked like it had been used, but at the same time, it looked new. 
It confused her. 

As she watched the vicar standing in front of her running his hand over the 
whip, she felt a moment of fear. Then as her gaze wandered around the small 
room, she thought about how odd this entire situation was. It had seemed 
plausible before, but now it seemed unreal. 

The vicar let the thongs of the whip slide through his fingers as he looked 
at her naked body. 

"Now, my child, you'll be punished for your transgressions," the vicar told 
her. 

He raised the whip into the air and brought it down across her thigh so that 
the ends of it trailed around her and connected with her buttocks. 

Judith winced with the pain that the heavy blow inflicted. Then the room 
echoes with the crack of the whip again. 

She winced again as the strong sting of it registered on her. brain. Then 
she felt the oddest sensation she had ever felt in her young life. 

After the pain of the lash died away, she felt her skin grow warm. The 
warmth radiated throughout her pelvis and made her clit twinge. 

She was shocked by the sensation at first. It was almost the same as she had 
felt when she'd been raped. 

It was something else that she thought she shouldn't be experiencing. It 
just wasn't normal to have that reaction. 

The vicar raised the whip again and brought it into her. This time it was 
against the other thigh. 

And this time she didn't wince as the thongs of the whip bit into her skin. 
The pain was intense, but she knew pleasure would follow. 

The vicar brought the whip into her again. The warmth she was feeling was 
enough to make her pussy start to get warm and moist. 

She let out a low moan with the pleasure she was feeling. The vicar brought 
the whip up and brought it across her breasts. 

The change in position of the lash startled Judith for a moment. Then her 
breasts-started to feel warm. 

More fluids seeped into her cunt, and she felt her nipples get erect. She 
felt a flush of embarrassment. 

There was another strong blow across her breasts. Then more warmth radiated 
across her chest. 

Her nipples became even more sensitive and the pleasure they emitted filled 
her. Her clit gave another twinge. 

The vicar brought the whip across her tummy. It left small red welts where 
the leather thongs connected with her skin. 

There was one loud crack after the other as the vicar continued with the 
whip. He gave her lash after searing lash. By that time, red welts 
crisscrossed her flesh. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her pussy got 
hotter and wetter. 

Finally, the vicar stepped back and looked at his handiwork. His eyes glowed 
with satisfaction at what he saw. 

"There's only one place I haven't touched yet," he mumbled as he moved in 
closer to her. 

He held the thongs of the whip in his hand and brought them gently across 
her mound. Judith shivered with anticipation. 

The vicar held the whip low between her legs and brought it sharply upward. 
The thongs connected with her mound. 

It stung as the whip hit her, but as soon as it was drawn away, Judith felt 
an incredible sensation in her cunt. 

Her clit gave a strong twinge and the whole region felt hotter than before. 
She was engorging steadily. 

More and more fluids started to ooze into her cavity. She started to get the 
feeling that she wanted him to do more. 

The vicar brought the whip-up into her crotch another time. Judith felt 
herself get still hotter as the sting of it faded. 

The vicar transferred the whip to his left hand and pressed his right hand 
against her mound. 

The pressure of it made her clit give another twinge. More juices flowed 
into her. 

Then lie nudged his index finger between her outer folds and poised it at 
the entrance to her hole. 

He eased it into her and swirled it around. He pressed his finger up her as 
far as it would go. 

When he withdrew it, he looked at it. It glistened with her fluids. He put 
the finger in his mouth and sucked on it. 

Now Judith knew that more was going on here than a punishment to atone for 
her sins. She smiled at the vicar. 

Then she lowered her head to look at his crotch. She could see the tent that 
his cock was making in his trousers. 

She got still wetter as she thought about the possibility of his putting his 
thing inside her. 

At the same time, the emotions she was feeling confused her. Here she was 
supposedly getting punished, but all she could feel was pleasure. It didn't 
make any sense to her as she tried to sort it all out. 

The vicar walked hack to the wall where lie had gotten the whip. He returned 
it and got something else. 

When he was in front of her again, she saw that what he had was a riding 
crop. Her clit gave a stronger twinge. 

"I see that so tar all I've done is give you pleasure," the vicar said to 
her in a hoarse tone. 

"'I don't understand it. Vicar." Judith told him. "But somehow it makes me 
excited." 

"I can see that I'm going to have to beat the lust out of you, young lady." 

"But it makes you excited too..! can see that," Judith said with a smile on 
her face. 

An evil glaze came over the vicar's eyes when he heard her words. He had 
thought it too dark for her to notice! 

"My child, you're going to have to learn to keep your eyes where they 
belong." he said with a snarl. 

She tensed as he raised the riding crop. He brought it down strongly across 
her left thigh: 

The pain from the crop was more intense in the single place where it struck 
her. The multitude of thongs on the whip had served to dissipate the force 
of his blows to some extent. She winced when she felt the impact of 'the 
crop. 

He raised it again and brought it down on her flesh. This time her entire 
body jerked as she felt its sting. 

Then he moved to the other thigh and gave it the same treatment. She felt 
more and more pain with every blow. 

But just as the pain had increased in intensity, so too did the sensation of 
warmness that followed it. 

He brought the crop to her nipples and flicked the end of it back and forth 
on them. It tickled her. 

Then he gave the right breast a heavy blow that stung from the base of the 
breast to the tip of the erect nipple. 

She shuddered with its impact, but the strong sensations that followed the 
pain made it worthwhile as far as she was concerned. 

He gave the breast another blow then moved to the other one. He gave it the 
same treatment. 

By the time he was finished with her breasts, Judith's chest was filled with 
pleasurable sensations. 

The afterglow of each blow brought her level of arousal higher. She didn't 
understand it, but it was something that she couldn't deny. More and more 
fluids were dripping into her cunt. 

The vicar brought the tip of the crop to her slit. He let the very end of it 
part her outer lips. He moved it up and down her parting the lips as he 
went. Judith let out a moan. 

The vicar drew the crop away from her and gave her mound a lash with it. She 
winced. 

Then he brought it up between her legs so that the end of it connected with 
her perineum. 

Judith felt the heat of the blow permeate her pelvic region. She got still 
hotter and wetter. 

The vicar brought his shoes behind her naked feet and kicked them forward so 
that her buttocks was away from the wall. 

Judith hung there slack, her arms stretched by the weight of her body 
pulling downward on them. 

The vicar brought the crop up from between her legs so that the end of it 
connected with her smooth buttock. 

The blow stung, but then more warmth radiated through her. He gave her 
another and another. 

One strong lash after the other went to her buttocks. He switched from one 
cheek to the other with each lash. 

Then he centered the crop on her and brought it strongly up so that it went 
between the cheeks of her ass. 

The cheeks of her ass were still too tightly pressed together for the effect 
he wanted, so he kicked her feet farther apart. 

When her ass was fully splayed, he brought the crop into her once more. The 
end of it connected with her asshole. 

She closed her eyes at the pain it created when it connected with the 
sensitive tissue of her puckered hole. 

Before she could recover, there was another blow and another. She started to 
quiver with the pain he was inflicting. 

But when he stopped, she realized that the warmth she felt on her sphincter 
was exquisite. It was worth every bit of the pain. 

He stopped then and went back to the corner. He picked up something from the 
bench that was almost totally hidden in darkness. 

When he came back to her, she realized that it was a vibrator. She knew that 
it couldn't have been a relic of the Eighteenth Century. 

He turned it on and the whirring sound of it filled the small space. There 
was a twinge in her clit as she anticipated its entry. 

But he didn't bring it to her slit as she'd hoped. First he pressed it 
against the hard nipple of her right breast. 

As he pressed hard enough to indent the nipple, Judith felt one jolt after 
the other pass through her. 

The pleasure of it was electric. Sensations came fast and furiously from her 
nipple. She let out a moan. 

He brought it to the other nipple and repeated the procedure. More delicate 
sensations flooded her chest. 

Then the vicar placed the thing between her breasts and slowly brought it 
downward. Judith sighed. 

When he got to her navel, he pressed the tip of the vibrator against it. She 
started to giggle as it tickled her. 

He brought it to her pubic hairs and drew it back and forth through them. 
Judith was dying to have it inside her. 

The vicar brought the thing to the top of her slit and held it against her 
outer folds. 

The whirring of the vibrator made her clit feel like a live electrical wire. 
The hard nub of nerves answered every vibration that passed through it. 

Then he brought it to the center of her slit. He allowed the tip of it to 
part the outer lips. He held it against her hole. 

"Oh, put it up there ... Put it inside me ... I need it up there," Judith 
moaned. 

The vicar paid scant attention to her. He held the thing on her and let the 
vibrations make her pussy quiver. 

Judith arched her hips into the thing and let out a moan. He allowed the tip 
to go inside her. 

As soon as it was inside, the engorged tissues of her cunt answered the 
whirring of the vibrator. She moaned and groaned. 

Slowly the vicar shoved more of the instrument into her. She let out a sigh 
of relief as it filled her slick passageway. 

When it was all the way inside, the vicar started giving it little thrusts 
back and forth. The sensations it produced were exquisite. 

"Oh, God," Judith gasped, "shove that thing up there ... Ram it into me ... 
HARD!" 

Again, it was as if she hadn't spoken. The man kept up the small thrusts he 
was making with it in her cunt. 

"I've got to have more ... Please ... Please really shove it up. But instead 
of complying with her, he slowly pulled the thing out of her. It glistened 
in the soft candlelight. 

The vicar reached underneath her with his hand and poised the vibrator at 
the entrance to her asshole. 

He held it-Judith was nervous at first about having the thing thrust up her 
rear entrance. She'd never had anything up there before. 

But as the vibrations the thing produced echoed through her pelvis, her 
inhibitions collapsed. She wanted it anywhere he wanted to put it. 

He gave it a push and the end of it parted her tight sphincter. She winced 
at the initial pain. 

Then he gave another shove. More of it slid inside her. The lubrication of 
her own juices eased its entry. 

Judith let her sphincter relax on the shaft of the thing as he pushed it 
into her rectum. The pain evaporated. 

After a long, push, all of it was inside her. The vicar gave the end of it a 
push with his finger, and her asshole closed over it. 

Judith relaxed for a moment and let the vibrations fill her. The whirring of 
the thing was barely audible now. 

The vicar stood up in front of her and looked at her. He started to unfasten 
his trousers. Judith watched him. 

After he unzipped his fly, he pushed his trousers and his underwear to his 
knees. His cock jutted out between his legs. 

Judith looked at the thing and let out a gasp. It was long and thick with 
the foreskin barely over the rim of the head. 

"I trust the young lady doesn't mind them on the larger side," the vicar 
said evenly. 

"Oh, God, no ... Oh, please ... Put it up me ... I've got to have it ... PUT 
IT UP THERE!" Judith implored him. 

He moved in close to her and bent at the knees. He centered his cock on her 
slit and the tip parted her outer folds. 

When Judith felt the head resting against the entrance to her cunt, she let 
out a long sigh. At last she would be filled. 

The vicar gave a thrust and the head of his cock slipped into her drenched 
pussy. He gave another push. More of the shaft went into her Then he gave a 
final hard push and his cock slid along the smooth membranes until it was 
all the way up her. 

He held it deep inside her for a long moment. Then he pulled it almost all 
the way out and gave her a hard thrust. 

Judith moaned with the pleasure it gave her. "Go ahead and fuck me ... Fuck 
me as hard as you want to," she said. 

The vicar took another hard plunge. Then he held his cock inside her to 
savor the vibrations emanating from her asshole. 

He set up a series of rhythmic thrusts in and out of her cunt. Time and time 
again he plunged into her. 

Judith went higher and higher with the combination of his cock rubbing 
against her clit and the vibrator in her asshole. 

The pleasure was so intense that she knew she couldn't hold out very long. 
With a crash, she went over the top. 

Her pussy spasmed hard on his cock, and that was all that was needed to set 
the vicar off. 

As she was plunged deep into the throes of a shattering orgasm, he let out a 
loud cry. 

He plunged his cock deep into her convulsing pussy and held it there as 
spurt after spurt of hot white jism jetted out of the hole at the end of his 
cock. His hips jerked as he shot. 

Judith let out a long sigh as the strong sensations of her climax subsided. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next Monday afternoon, Judith had another appointment to see the vicar. 
She was nervous about it all day. 

She had been a little confused about what had happened to her the last time, 
but the overall effect had been what was intended. She had begun to feel 
less guilty and ashamed about what had happened to her in the part and the 
way she'd reacted to it. 

But at the same time, there were more doubts and confusion about what had 
happened with the vicar. 

She felt fairly secure about it. There was no way the vicar was going to say 
anything about what had happened. 

But his attitude after it was all over had made her wonder what was really 
going on. And she wondered about how she felt about it. 

The vicar hadn't said much to her after it was over. She had expected an 
affectionate kiss or something, but none was forthcoming. 

He had simply pulled up his trousers and waited patiently for her to dress 
after he released her from the manacles. 

Then he'd snuffed out the candles as they proceeded back upstairs and locked 
the doors behind him. 

All he'd said was to be there on Monday at four P. M. Nothing more, nothing 
less. It was an enigma for her. 

And she'd thought that the vicar would offer some sort of explanation for 
what had happened. She'd wanted him to tell her how it would help her get 
over what had happened. But there had been none. 

She was beginning to wonder about her body as well. Now that she'd had 
another intense physical experience, she wanted more. 

Over the weekend, she hadn't been able to keep her finger away from her 
clit. Even her mother questioned her long trips to the bathroom. 

"You're spendin' so much time in the loo, there's hardly a chance for anyone 
else," her mother'd said. 

Judith had felt a flush come over her, but there was nothing she could do 
about it. But she didn't think anyone suspected. 

She had tried resisting until she was in her bed and the rest of the family 
was asleep, but it had been impossible. 

The sensation wasn't quite as nice when she did it herself, but it was a 
great pleasure just the same. 

And when she really had time, after she went to bed at night, it could be 
almost as exciting for her. 

She still ached to have something inside her and had tried the fingers of 
her other hand, but it hadn't worked terribly well. 

But still it was much better than nothing. But at the same time, the needs 
of her body were starting to trouble her. 

She wondered if this meant that she was destined to become a tramp. She 
didn't want that to happen. 

But it seemed to her that there wouldn't be much point to resisting a boy's 
advances now. She had nothing to save. 

And if she started to give in, in no time the entire village would know what 
she was doing. 

It had happened to other girls. Once the boys found out that they did it, 
the girl would get a lot of dates. 

Then there would be gossip. And once all the local boys had had her, there 
were no more dates. 

The only exceptions would be when a boy couldn't find anyone else to take 
out and wanted some action. 

Then they'd call, but the date would be nothing more than a round trip to 
the heath. Judith didn't want to be like that. 

The boys would even use them as fast as they could. If possible, they wanted 
to drop them off at home while there was still an hour or so left before the 
pubs closed. Drinking with their friends was more important than spending 
time with the girl. 

Most of the girls that went that route ended up in London. Judith had heard 
that some of them had become prostitutes. 

She thought she'd die if anything like that ever happened to her. She was 
determined that it wouldn't. 

But at the same time, she didn't know how to stop it The demands her body 
was making on her were too urgent to deny. 

She thought she should bring these matters up with the vicar when she saw 
him. He might know what to do about them. 

At tile same time, it seemed that he was as much a prey to the pleasures of 
the flesh as she was. 

Judith didn't find that terribly surprising. He was. after all. a man. And 
most men tend to be that way. 

The fact that he was a man of the cloth made most people think that he was 
above such temptations. 

But she knew that that was far from the truth. She even doubted it was true 
for the Romans in spite of their vows of celibacy. 

She'd always thought that there must be something going on between the 
priests and the nuns. 

Or perhaps between the priests and other priests and nuns and other nuns. 
Now that she had been fully introduced to carnal pleasure, she didn't think 
that anyone in his or her right mind voluntarily gave it up. 

Judith thought that a person had to be slightly daft to do such a thing. She 
certainly didn't intend to. 

But then if she didn't intend to give it up. where would she get it? The 
question gnawed at her young mind. 

She thought about the possibility of meeting someone from another village. 
But it was difficult to do that. 

She knew that she wouldn't be content with her finger until she got married. 
That was asking too much. 

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became over the 
situation she was in. There had to be a way out. 

But if there was, she couldn't see what it was. From what she could see at 
that point, she was headed down the primrose path. 

It was difficult for her to think of herself as a loose woman, but she had 
to concede that it was a possibility for her. 

With both her parents gone that afternoon, she felt free to pace the house 
thinking about it. 

She had one long session with her finger early in the afternoon, but it only 
heightened her anxiety about seeing the vicar. 

Then she began to wonder what was going to happen. Part of her wanted a 
repeat of the previous visit. 

But another part told her that she shouldn't be doing such things. What 
happened to her, she thought, shouldn't have been so pleasurable. 

It was only with reluctance that she accepted the fact of her arousal during 
that first visit. 

But that brought on a new concern. She was afraid that if she did more of 
that, it might be the only thing that would excite her. 

And if that happened, where would she be? What kind of man would want a wife 
who was only interested in such things. 

Then what would happen to her? She'd heard about odd clubs in London for 
such people, but the idea repelled her. She couldn't imagine what sort of 
person would go to such a place. 

Certainly she wouldn't. Not for all the tea in China. Her skin went cold as 
she thought about it. 

She was trying to put all of what happened to her into perspective, but none 
of it seemed to tit. She knew there had to be a logical explanation 
somewhere, but she didn't know what it might be. 

Her mind kept going from one question to the next as she put on a sensible 
frock and a small white hat for her visit to the vicar. 

And as she walked through the clear bright sunshine on her way the church, 
she felt her spirits rise. 

Either way, she thought, it should be a fruitful afternoon. If something 
happened, that would be fine with her. 

And if nothing did, at least the vicar might be able to make some sense of 
her life. That would be nice too. 

She waved to other villagers as she passed and stopped to chat briefly with 
a matron as she passed through the center of the village. 

Then she began the short climb up the hill at the edge of the village to the 
church. 

She thought it was a charming structure with its neo-Gothic lines etched 
against the clear blue of the sky. 

Beside the church was a small cemetery, and she paused there for a moment 
and looked at her family's plot. 

Her grandparents on both sides were in this cemetery, and it gave her a 
feeling of comfort and security to gaze on it. 

That small patch of earth reflected a way of life that had barely been 
disturbed by the advances of the Twentieth Century. 

Now there were telephones and electric lights and televisions and indoor 
plumbing, but the way the people live had scarcely changed. 

But at the same time, she wondered if she could go on living that sort of 
life. She thought she might have outgrown it. 

It wasn't that the lights of the city had any special attraction for her. It 
was just that city living might be her only alternative. 

This time she didn't have to wait to see the vicar. He was sitting in the 
anteroom waiting for her. 

When he led her into his office, she was surprised to see his assistant 
sitting there. She was nervous at first. 

"You mustn't be disconcerted by Robert, my dear ... We share every 
confidence and he's completely trustworthy," the vicar said. 

"But this is very personal," Judith told the vicar. "I just thought it might 
be better...." 

"Have no worry, my dear ... Robert and I have already discussed your 
problems and he's as anxious to help as I am." 

A flush came to her face as she thought about the details the vicar might 
have imparted to his handsome assistant. 

The flush faded, and she tried to make herself at ease with the two men. She 
thought she'd start by asking about her previous visit. 

"Does he know about the last visit?" Judith asked the vicar. 

"Everything, my child," the vicar said. "And he's in complete agreement with 
our course of action." 

"I see." Judith felt another flush come on, but it was even more short lived 
than the first. 

For a moment she wondered what was going on. But she put it out of her mind 
and decided to let what was going to happen happen. 

"Vicar ... I've been a little concerned about the way I've been feeling 
about these things," she said. 

"Are you referring to your last visit here?" he asked her. lie raised his 
eyebrows as he said it. 

"'Yes. that's part of it ... But I can't seem to feel that all this is going 
to lead me into something bad." 

"My dear, you can't be led into something bad ... You can only go there of 
your own free will." 

"I don't know about that ... Sometimes I think I don't have much choice in 
the matter." 

"And do remember that there are things that most people think are bad which 
really aren't." 

"What do you mean by that?" Judith asked him. 

"I simply mean that because society disapproves of something doesn't make it 
intrinsically bad ... Now it may be bad for some people, but it may be 
something that's necessary to sustain someone else's life." 

"I think I see your point. Vicar ... One man's poison, that sort of thing?" 
She asked. 

"Yes, that's part of what I'm saying ... Also, 'To thine own self be true," 
applies, I think.!" 

"And I think 'Know thyself is appropriate here," Robert said to them. 

"Certainly," the vicar agreed. 

Judith thought about it for a moment. It all sounded very nice, but she'd 
heard it all before at one time or another. 

"Well, I guess I'll have to think about it some more, that's all," she told 
them. 

There was a disturbingly long pause. She knew something was coming, but she 
didn't know what. 

"Well, Judith, I want to tell you that Robert has agreed to help us this 
afternoon," the vicar said. 

It took a minute to dawn on her. "Oh, you mean downstairs," she said. 

"That's precisely what I meant ... Now do you think you're ready?" The catch 
had returned to the vicar's voice. 

Judith didn't know what to say. She'd never done such a thing before. But 
the twinge in her-clit told her that she wanted to. 

"Yes, I think that I am," she said. 

"Good, then ... Why don't we all get started?" 

Robert rose from the other chair in the room and started for the door. He 
held it open for Judith. 

She got up and walked through it followed by the vicar. The two of them 
waited while the vicar opened the small door in the nave. 

Silently, they walked down the stairs. The vicar again lit candles when they 
got to the basement. 

He opened the door to the small room, and Robert and Judith entered after he 
lit the candles for them. 

As light filled the room, Judith noticed that there was something new. It 
was a square metal frame supported by beams at the bottom. 

On the top bar were manacles and on the bottom of each post were chains and 
locks. She looked at it curiously. 

"Now, my dear, if you will please disrobe," the vicar said to her. The edge 
in his voice was more pronounced. 

Judith went across the room and stood by the chair to take off her clothes. 
They talked quietly among themselves while they waited. 

She couldn't hear-what the two men were saying, but she assumed that it was 
about her. 

The sight of the room illuminated by flickering candles started her arousal. 
She felt her cunt get warm and moist. 

When her clothes were stacked neatly on the chair, she returned and stood in 
front of them. 

The vicar took no notice of her body this time, but Robert made a quick 
sweep of it with his eyes. 

There was no part of her that his gaze didn't encompass. The firm breasts, 
the slender waist, the gentle curve of her buttocks and the mound covered by 
light curly pubic hair. 

The man had to catch his breath after he surveyed her. But he tried not to 
let her know it. 

"Now, my dear, if you'll just stand here," With a sweep of his hand, the 
vicar indicated the center of the metal frame. Robert went to one side and 
the vicar went to the other. 

Each took and arm and raised it to the overhead bar. 

Each man fitted a thick leather wrist restraint on her wrist and fastened 
it. Robert looked at her feet. 

When the vicar noticed him, he said, "No ... I've found that it's better to 
leave the feet free." 

Robert acknowledged the man with a nod, and the vicar went to the corner of 
the room for his whip. 

Judith felt a twinge in her clit as he returned and stood before her. Then 
he raised the whip and brought it into her. 

The first searing sting made her wince. Then there was another blow and 
another and another. 

And now that she was standing in the middle of the room, his access to her 
was greater. She liked the idea. 

While the vicar brought the lash into her, Robert went to the corner and 
returned with the riding crop. 

As the vicar moved around her giving her one strong lash after another, 
Robert stayed on the opposite side and started using the crop. 

While the vicar brought the lash into her buttocks. Robert applied the crop 
to her thighs. He took one strong swing after the other. 

By the time they had made a complete circle around her, her body was a mass 
of red welts. 

But for Judith, the pain had evaporated soon after they began. The warmth of 
their blows spread throughout her body. 

Now each one of them was making her more excited. She felt her cunt engorge 
and her nipples get hard as they worked on her. 

And she also noticed that each of them had considerable bulges in their 
trousers. She thought the dildo might not be necessary. 

When they were satisfied that she had had enough, the vicar walked up to her 
and nudged his finger into her slit. 

He swirled it around the outer folds. Then he poised it over the entrance to 
the hole and poked it in. 

He rotated his finger around inside her, and took it out to look at it. It 
glistened with her juices. 

As he put it into his mouth, Robert parted her outer lips with two fingers. 
He held them over her hole for a moment, then put them in. 

He too transferred the fluids that they picked up to his mouth. The sight of 
it made Judith more aroused. 

The vicar went back to the dim corner of the room and picked up something. 
Judith couldn't see what it was. 

When he returned to her, he opened his hand and there were two alligator, 
clips in his palm. He took one of them to her right nipple. 

With one hand, he pulled the nipple away from her body so that her breast 
was distended. With the other, he applied the clamp at the base of the 
nipple. 

Judith winced with the pain that raced through her body as the clamp bit 
into her skin. Then she relaxed with it. 

As the vicar repeated the process with the other nipple, she felt waves of 
pleasure radiate through her chest from her nipples. 

Robert stepped up to her and tweaked her nipples with his fingers. The 
sensation made Judith let out a sigh. 

Robert put his mouth over her left nipple and sucked it. The warmth of his 
mouth sent another flurry of sensations through her. 

Judith felt her clit twinge. More and more fluids seeped into her cunt. It 
was getting very warm and moist. 

Then Robert started to flick his tongue back and forth on her hard nipple. 
He went faster and faster with it. 

Each time he ran it over her nipple, Judith's arousal became more intense. 
Robert went to the other nipple and repeated the process. 

Judith let out a low moan at the level of pleasure he was creating in her 
chest. The sensations her nipples were giving off merged with those from her 
clit. 

The vicar went again to the corner and came back with two smaller clamps. 
There looked like miniature clothespins and they ere joined by a black 
leather thong. When Robert came off her, he attached them to the very tips 
of her nipples. 

Judith let out a loud moan when she felt them. Then the vicar pulled the 
thong in the center. Her breasts came away from her body. 

Keeping tension on the thong, the vicar went to his knees in front of her. 
He put his mouth to her slit. 

He inserted his tongue at the top of it and swirled it around. He located 
her hard little clit and pressed it against her pink folds. 

At the same time, Robert moved around to her backside. He went to his knees 
and parted the cheeks of her ass. 

Holding her buttocks apart, Robert put his mouth over her puckered hole. He 
ran his tongue around it. 

The vicar kept pulling the leather thong as he started to run his tongue 
back and forth on her clit. 

Judith couldn't believe the sensations both of them were producing in her. 
They were forcing her to the edge at an alarming rate. 

She rolled her head back on her shoulders and let out one moan after the 
other. This action also increased the tension on the thong. 

It seemed as if every conceivable organ of her body was filling her with 
pleasure. She thought it was divine. 

Robert brought his mouth closer and locked his lips around her asshole. He 
darted his tongue into it. 

Judith went higher and higher as the two men worked on her. She had the 
sensation that she wanted to be filled. 

"Oh, please," she moaned, "won't somebody stick it in me ... Anyplace, just 
put it in." 

Robert was the first to oblige her. He undid his trousers and pushed them to 
his knees. 

Then he centered his cock on her tight puckered hole and wedged the tip of 
it in. Then he gave another push and the whole head entered. 

He held his cock like that for a moment, then he gave it another shove. Half 
the shaft sank into her. 

Finally, he buried his cock to the hilt in her tight hole. He pulled it 
partway out and shoved it back in. 

As he started thrusting slowly, the vicar stood up in front of her. He 
pulled down his pants and underwear. 

He bent at the knees and centered his cock on her slit. One of Robert's 
thrusts pushed her closer and the tip of the head parted her outer folds. 

The vicar gave a shove and the head of his cock entered her wet pussy. He 
pushed long and slow and sank in to the base of his shaft. 

As he held his cock inside her, he could feel Robert's prick sliding in and 
out of her asshole through the thin membrane that separated them. 

The vicar pulled his cock back and plunged into her. Judith let out a moan 
as he sank in. 

The vicar started to match the rhythmic strokes Robert was making in and out 
of her. 

As Robert went faster, he increased the pace along with him. In and out they 
went, back and forth. 

The slurping sounds of the two cocks going in and out filled the room. 
Judith moaned with pleasure. 

As they went faster and faster, Judith started to pant. She knew that such 
an onslaught would soon push her over the edge. 

But there was nothing she could do about it. The thrusts were taking her 
inexorably higher. 

Both men started to breathe more heavily as they pounded into her, one heavy 
stroke after the other. They were still keeping pace with each other with 
their driving cocks. 

Judith felt the sensations from her nipples, her cunt and her asshole 
welling up and merging into one single exquisite pleasure. She gasped with 
it. 

The vicar and Robert drove their cocks faster and faster into her. 

In and out. 

Back and forth. 

Faster and harder. 

Over and over again. 

Judith was perched near the edge of a great abyss. She longed to topple over 
into the void, but at the same time, the pleasure she was feeling as they 
rammed in and out was so great that she never wanted to lose it. 

"Oh, yes yes, yes, yes, yes yes, yes yes, yes," she chanted as they pounded 
into her. 

Every thrust brought her closer to the edge. Each new burst of sensations 
was more exquisite than the last. 

Still the two men ground away at her cunt and her asshole. Each one was 
taking strong strokes into her. 

In. 

Out. 

Back. 

Forth. 

Faster. 

Harder. 

Again and again. 

A blinding flash seized Judith's brain, and she was hurled to the edge of a 
precipice where she was precariously perched. 

There was a spasm in her hot cunt, and shudders raced up her body. She cried 
out as the force of it hit her. 

The two men continued to pound into her as the orgasm held her in a solid 
vise of passion. 

As soon as the spasms abated, there was another orgasm. Her pussy went into 
another series of contractions. 

She moaned and groaned as it swept over her body. There was another blinding 
flash in her brain. 

This one had barely started to fade when it was followed by another. Its 
intensity overwhelmed her. 

Her orgasms started coming faster and faster. They came one on top of the 
other. Then they started to merge together. They thrust her into an oblivion 
of pleasure she had never known before. 

The rushing of her blood in her ears was the crash of a tidal wave of sheer 
pleasure. 

It rocked her. 

It engulfed her. 

It carried her away. 

She was lost in the glory of it. And still the vicar and Robert rammed into 
her, again and again. 

Her pussy went into a strong convulsion. It clenched the vicar's cock and 
sent him over the top. 

He took a few more heavy strokes into her, then he thrust his cock all the 
way to her farthest depths and held it there. 

"AAARRRGGGHHHH!" he groaned as the first strong burst scalded its way up the 
tube on the underside of his cock and erupted into her pulsating pussy. Then 
there was another and another and another. 

The knowledge that the vicar had come inside her pussy set Robert off. He 
gave her a few furious pounds after he passed the point of no return, then 
he let out an unintelligible shout. 

He rammed his cock deep into her asshole and held it there. His hips jerked 
with each spurt that he emptied up her dark, dank, hot passageway. He was 
panting heavily by the time it was finished. 

They came inside her and the warmth of their hot come pervaded her senses, 
Judith hit a final thundering orgasm. It raced through her body, setting 
every part of her atremble. 

She moaned loudly with the force of it as it held her. It was an event she 
had been quite unprepared for. 

Gradually, as they continued to hold their softening cocks inside her, the 
level of her sensations subsided. She was gasping for air. She felt totally 
and completely sated by the experience. 

After they had all assembled themselves, Judith followed the two men up the 
narrow staircase. 

When they got to the top, she stopped the vicar. "But what do I do if I find 
I need this sort of thing all the time, Vicar?" she asked. Then she added, 
"That's what I'm afraid might happen ... I might become addicted to this 
sort of physical pleasure ... And what will I do then?" 

"Why, that's simple, dear," the vicar said with a twinkle in his eye. "All 
you have to do is come to church more often." 

* * * 

BITCH BOARDERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

All the way on the long drive up the Hudson Valley, I hardly talked to my 
father. I knew what he was doing, and I knew why. He tried to put it in nice 
terms, but I wasn't buying any of that. 

Every time he tried to start a conversation, I gave him a laconic answer 
that ended it. 

He wouldn't believe anything I told him, so I didn't really see the use in 
talking to him. 

Lately, he wouldn't believe anything I had to say. I guess that's why I 
started acting the way I did. 

There really wasn't much else that I could do. There was no way I could act 
normal around that house. 

But now it was all over. I was on my way to what he called a boarding school 
so I'd be out of her way. 

She was the one that brought it all on. Everything had been fine until she 
showed up on the scene. 

I didn't like her from the first day. That first night he brought her to 
dinner I knew there was something wrong with her. 

She tried to be nice to me, to ingratiate herself to me so that she'd have a 
better chance to marry Daddy. 

But I wasn't having any of that. Unfortunately he married her anyway. I knew 
things were going to be bad, but I didn't know how bad. 

So now it had come to this. It was her final victory. I could just see her 
sitting in our apartment gloating. 

Well, she probably wasn't sitting there. She was probably fucking with 
someone by this time. 

The only thing I could be certain of was that it wasn't the chauffeur. He 
was driving us to the school. 

But then he'd had her enough times, I'm sure. I only saw them a couple of 
times, but I'm positive there were many other times. 

It had been so bad over the summer that I just couldn't take it any more. I 
had to do something. 

So I told Daddy. That was a big mistake. She'd set him up to take that one. 
I should have known better. 

He didn't believe a word I said. She'd exaggerated our not getting along and 
prepared him for the idea that I might start "making up stories" about her. 
And that's exactly what he thought I was doing. 

I Was so mad I didn't know what to do. The idea that he believed her instead 
of his own daughter infuriated me. 

I changed overnight from merely being cool to her to being outright hostile. 
I couldn't help it. 

But at the same time, I had to respect her cleverness. And in the end, I 
guess she proved to be more clever than me. 

Otherwise I wouldn't be on my way to this place. I even think that she 
searched it out and suggested it to Daddy. 

Of course, there's no way that I can be sure of that, but it wouldn't 
surprise me a bit. 

As we got closer to the "school," I decided to try one last time to make him 
listen to me. 

"Daddy, won't you at least try to check on some of the things I've told 
you?" I asked. 

"Now, Cynthia, we've been all through that before ... I know that you'll 
feel differently' after you've been at Miss Havisham's School for a while 
... They have special facilities there, you know." 

"I know." What he was referring to was a therapist and the walls. The place 
was a combination mental hospital and boarding school. It was one of those 
places people with sufficient means sent their daughters when they weren't 
acting in a suitable manner that fit their station in life. 

"But, Daddy," I pleaded, knowing it probably wouldn't do much good, "I SAW 
her doing it." 

"I know what you think you saw or what you wanted to see, dear, but you have 
to realize how impossible it is." 

"I would have thought so too if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," I told 
him. 

He couldn't believe that I'd seen her with the gardener more than once while 
we were staying in South Hampton. 

I guess he didn't believe it because the gardener is a Mexican and he didn't 
think she'd do a thing like that. 

But I don't think it would make any difference to her if the guy was a Zulu. 
She'd take him on. 

"So now you're sending me away to get lobotomized," I said with a dejected 
air. 

"Now, Cynthia, don't be unreasonable ... It's nothing like that and you know 
it," he said. 

"Well, the place is like a prison from what I've heard of it," I told him. 

"I'm sure those stories are greatly exaggerated ... Although I do know the 
discipline is strict," he said. 

"The 'discipline' is always strict in a jail," I said. There was a note of 
resignation in my voice. 

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that, Cynthia ... You're just making it worse 
for yourself." 

I sat there quietly while we drove along. I didn't know how I could make 
things worse for myself. 

"It wouldn't be that hard for you to check up on her, Daddy," I told him. 

"Cynthia, the matter is closed ... I don't want to discuss it any longer," 
he said. 

"But I think you owe me that much. I am your daughter, remember?" 

"And Gloria is my wife ... I won't subject her to something like that ... A 
man just doesn't do that, my dear." 

"I think you're just afraid of the truth ... You're afraid what I'm telling 
you might be true," I said. 

"It's nothing of the sort ... If I didn't know that I could trust her, I 
wouldn't have married her." 

I let out a long sigh. This past year there had been times when I cursed my 
real mother for dying five years ago. 

If that hadn't happened, things would be totally different now. I had the 
feeling that she hadn't had a right to die and leave us. 

It just wasn't fair. 

But there was no denying the facts of the matter. And there was no way to go 
back in time and change things. 

I was headed for what was nothing more than a rich girl's reform school. I 
didn't know how I'd adjust to it. 

At the time, I hoped it wouldn't be too bad. I didn't think that they could 
do anything really bad to me. I guess I had the notion that it would be 
something that I'd just have to endure. 

And I already had a strategy for getting out. After a few weeks, I'd change 
my tune with Daddy. I'd tell him how good the therapy was and how much 
better I felt. Then I'd tell him how sorry I was that I'd told him all those 
"lies" about Gloria. I hoped it would work. 

If it didn't, I didn't know what I would do. 

I figured I'd have to come up with something else, but I didn't know what it 
would be. 

If it worked and I got to come home again, I was determined to find a way to 
make him believe me. 

I thought that perhaps if I could get pictures of her "in flagrante 
delecto," he might accept what I was saying. 

But until I had that proof, I wasn't going to say anything. I was just going 
to keep my mouth shut no matter what she did. 

I had the notion that I might even try to make friends with her. Or at least 
let her think we were friends. 

There was no way of telling if she'd go along with something like that, but 
it was worth a try. 

I doubted that I'd ever really be able to win her confidence, but if we were 
just good enough friends so that she dropped her guard a bit, I thought that 
I could get her some way. That would be all I'd need. 

As we approached the main gates of the place, Daddy turned to me. There was 
a look of sadness in his eyes. 

"Now, Cynthia, I want you to do well here," he said as the car came to a 
stop at the locked gate. 

"I'll try, Daddy, I really will," I told him. I was starting my routine 
already. 

As I looked up at the high wall that surrounded the place, I was almost 
surprised that there wasn't barbed wire on the top of it and guard towers. I 
wondered if they lit up the place at night. 

"I hope you mean that, dear ... It'll be best for all of us in the long run 
if you do," he said. 

"I do mean it ... I'm going to do everything I can to do well here ... 
Really." 

We were quiet for a moment as the chauffeur opened the window and spoke into 
the intercom. 

Then the gates opened automatically and we continued up the long circular 
drive to the main building. 

When we arrived, a man in a sweater and slacks came out of the building and 
opened the back door of the car. 

"I'll say goodbye to you here, Cynthia," Daddy said to me. 

"Goodbye, then," I said. Then I put my arms around his neck and gave him a 
big kiss. There were tears in my eyes. 

I got out of the car, and the chauffeur came around and opened the truck. He 
handed my valise to the man in the sweater. 

"Right this way, Miss Armstrong," the man said. "I'll show you to your 
room." 

I followed him into the building. We walked into a large foyer and then 
turned to the left. 

He got a string of keys out of his pocket and opened a door. I went through 
it as he held it for me. 

There was a stark contrast to the corridor I entered. The part of the 
building we had first entered had been older and was rich with dark woods 
and details. It had looked like it was someone's estate at one time and had 
been converted for use as a "school." 

But this part was cleanly modern and functional. The walls were light green 
and the doors to the rooms on either side of the corridor were white. Each 
door had a small window in it. 

With another key, he opened one of the rooms on the left-hand side of the 
hallway. Again he held it while I entered. 

The room was small and sparsely furnished. There was a single bed, a table 
with a lamp on it, a chair and a bureau. In the wall opposite the bed was a 
closet. It looked exceptionally dreary to me. 

"You mean I have to live here," I said to the man. The place was just too 
spartan to endure. 

"For the time being, Miss Armstrong ... All the girls arc assigned to this 
wing when they first arrive," he informed me. 

"Well, then, how long do I have to stay here?" I asked him. I hoped it 
wasn't long. 

"That depends on you, Miss Armstrong ... If there are no problems, perhaps 
as little as four weeks." 

"What do you mean by 'problems' and what happens if there are some?" I 
asked. 

"I was referring to disciplinary problems ... If you hehave, you get 
reassigned to one of the other buildings ... Then if you create a problem 
there, you get sent back here." 

It was beginning to dawn on me what this wing was. "So this is your version 
of solitary confinement?" I asked. 

"Please, Miss Armstrong ... We don't use words like that here ... This is 
not a prison." 

There was a pause. Then I asked, "You seem to know my name, but I don't know 
yours ... What is it?" 

"My name is Larry Mitchell ... I'm the attendant on duty this afternoon," he 
explained. 

"Wouldn't 'guard' be a better word for it?" 

"Now, Miss Armstrong, there are going to be 'problems' if you keep on 
talking like that." 

"God forbid there should ever be a problem," I said. I heard the same 
peculiar intonation on the word "problem" that he used. If he was only an 
"attendant," I didn't think he'd have too much influence. 

He got a perturbed look on his face. "You can get unpacked now, Miss 
Armstrong," he said. "Miss Havisham will see you in an hour and a half ... 
I'll come back to escort you to her office." 

I looked him over as he stood there waiting for a response to show that I 
understood what he said. 

He was a nice looking man, probably in his mid twenties. He looked like he 
had a strong body, and he had a handsome face with dark hair and watery blue 
eyes. I smiled at him. 

"You don't have to be going so soon, do you?" I said in a demure tone. "I 
don't see anyone around." 

"The rest of the girls are in class at the moment, but I have other duties 
to attend to," he said. 

He started to back away towards the door, so I stepped closer to him. I put 
my hand to his crotch. 

It was a bold maneuver, I know, but I thought it might be the only one that 
would work. 

I knew that if I gave him much time, he'd leave and that would ruin my 
chances. In addition to being a little horny, I thought that it would be a 
good idea to get something on him. 

If it took sexual favors to get better treatment around the place, I'd give 
them out. 

I pressed my hand into his groin. Then I rubbed it back and forth. I bent my 
head up And kissed him hard on the lips. He tried to pull away from me but I 
could tell his heart wasn't in it. It was what he thought he had to do, not 
what he wanted to do. 

And as I held my hand into his crotch, I could feel his cock start to grow. 
I rubbed my palm against it. 

"Miss Armstrong ... Please ... I could lose my job ... This isn't 
permitted," Larry stammered. 

"Like I said ... There's no one around ... And you've got the keys to the 
hall door," I said to him. 

I pressed harder against his swelling cock. I could feel it getting bigger 
all the time. 

Then I kissed him again. This time he answered the pressure of my lips. I 
opened my mouth. 

He returned the gesture. We darted our tongues into each other's mouths. The 
hotness of his mouth excited me. 

As we held the embrace, I felt his cock come to its full hardness. I knew 
that I had him now. 

"Really, Miss Armstrong ... I can't do this ... It's not ... It's not 
allowed," he said when we parted. 

There was no conviction in his voice. He was just saying that because he 
thought he had to. 

I kissed him again and ran my hand over the rigidity that I felt in his 
crotch. I could tell that he had a big cock. 

When our lips parted, I pulled him toward the bed. My pussy was getting warm 
and moist by that time. 

I unfastened his pants when I got the two of us to the bed. He kicked off 
his shoes and I did the same. 

Then I unbuttoned my blouse and he took off his sweater and the shirt that 
was underneath it. 

He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, and his muscular hairy chest impressed me. 
There was a twinge in my clit. 

I peeled off my blouse and unhooked my bra. I let the confining garment fall 
to the floor: 

He looked at my breasts. For a sixteen year old, I was rather well 
developed. He pulled off his pants and underwear. 

His cock jutted out proudly from a patch of curly pubic hairs. It gave a 
little jump as I watched it. 

The thing was long and thick with a flared head that looked like a mushroom 
at part of it. 

I wrapped my hand around it. I could feel the throbbing of the blood in it 
through my fingers. 

Then I bent my head to one of his nipples. I put my mouth over it and sucked 
on it. He shivered with excitement. 

I felt the thing get stiff as I sucked on it. I moved my mouth to the other 
nipple and did the same thing. 

I kept my hand around his cock, or around as much as I could get my fingers 
around. It strained against me. 

As I sucked on his nipple, I could feel his chest start to heave. All the 
time, more fluids seeped into my pussy. 

I took my mouth off the nipple and unfastened the skirt I was wearing. I let 
it fall to the floor at my feet. 

While he sat on the bed to take off his socks, I removed my panty hose. I 
sat naked next to the man. 

We turned to each other and Larry fondled my nipples with his fingers. Waves 
of pleasure went through my chest. 

The level of sensations that I felt increased when my nipples got stiff. I 
put my fingers to his nipples and pulled at them. 

His cock gave another little jump when I touched him. I looked at it and saw 
a glistening bead of moisture in the hole at the end of it. 

I took my hands away from his nipples and he did the same. We stretched out 
on the bed together. 

As soon as he was on his back beside me, I raised my head and brought it 
down his body. 

When I got to his cock, I put the head of it in my mouth. I darted the tip 
of my tongue into the hole at the end of it. 

A salty sweet taste filled my mouth when my tongue hit the bead of moisture 
in the hole. It made me more excited. 

I took as much of the shaft into my mouth as I could, then I came back to 
the head. I bobbed my mouth back and forth on it. 

Then I moved my mouth to the sensitive underside and flicked my tongue back 
and forth across the place where the rim disappears into the hole. 

He let out a moan as I did it. I went further down the shaft, licking the 
distended tube on the underside as I went. 

When I got to his balls, I took first one, then the other into my mouth. The 
sack was too large for me to take all of it. 

Then I went back up the shaft and took the flared head into my mouth. I 
could feel his cock pulsing through my lips. 

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. I went to my 
back on the bed. 

Larry got to his knees and parted my legs with one of them. I spread my legs 
out so he could get between them. 

He knelt in front of me and bent his mouth to my slit. I felt his tongue 
poke in at the top of it. 

He swirled his tongue around inside me. Every time it passed over my clit, a 
jolt of sensations went through me. 

More and more fluids oozed into my cunt. I let out a moan with the pleasure 
he was creating for me. 

Then he held his tongue on my clit and started moving it back and forth. I 
arched my hips into his mouth. 

Every movement that his tongue made took me higher. My pussy was fully 
engorged and my clit was hard. 

"Oh, please put that thing in there ... Stick it up me ... NOW!" I pleaded. 
I had the need to have something fill me. 

He took his mouth away from my cunt and scrunched in closer to me. Then he 
leaned over me and rested his weight on his forearms. 

I wedged a hand between up and took hold of his cock. He lowered his hips, 
and I centered his cock on my slit. 

He came down more and it parted my outer lips. I moved my hand back on the 
shaft and guided the head into my hole. 

Then I took my hand away and he let his hips fall. His cock sank all the way 
into my wet pussy. 

He started moving his cock back and forth inside me. It was thick enough so 
that the top of it rubbed against my clit. Each stroke sent me higher and 
higher. Almost immediately, I was on the edge of an orgasm. 

I tried to hold myself there as he started to pound faster and harder into 
me. But still I inched closer. 

Every hard stroke that he made created a slapping noise as our hips pounded 
together. 

When I knew that it was inevitable, I arched my hips into him and went over 
the top. 

I moaned and groaned At the pleasure I felt. The orgasm started with a 
brilliant flash in my brain. 

Then my pussy went into a spasm around his thrusting cock. The pleasure of 
it was exquisite. 

He continued to ram into me, and there was another orgasm and another. I was 
delirious with pleasure. 

He was driving into me as hard and as fast as he could. His cock was going 
in and out at a furious pace. 

Then Larry let out a loud gasp and buried his cock deep inside me. I hit 
another shattering orgasm as he started to come. My pussy went into a 
convulsion around his spurting cock. 

He shot burst after burst into me, and the warmth of it filled my pussy. 
Then he was still. 

Larry held his cock in me for a long moment, then he pulled it out. It 
glistened with the combination of my juices and his come. There was still a 
glob of the stuff in the hole of his cock. I wanted to suck it out of him, 
but he jumped off the bed and hurriedly dressed. Then he left without a 
word. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I lay on the bed for a long time that afternoon after Larry left the room. 
Then I got up and put on my clothes. 

He hadn't told me where the bathroom was, but I assumed it was at the end of 
the hall since there wasn't one in the room. 

I went to the door and discovered that it was locked. I could hardly believe 
it at first. 

It was absolutely incredible to me that they'd do such a thing. I knew that 
I wasn't going to like the place a bit. 

I went to the small mirror above the bureau and adjusted my hair. There was 
nothing to do but wait for Larry's return. 

I looked in my purse and found a joint in the bottom of it. There were two 
other ones there as well, but it wasn't much of a supply. 

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and lit the joint. I inhaled deeply and 
felt better immediately. 

I figured that if I had to see the bitch that ran this wretched place, it 
would be best to get high. 

And since the rooms in the corridor were locked, I knew that I wouldn't get 
much of a chance to talk to the other girls. 

I guess that was the point of the whole thing. I hated the very concept of 
it. It was almost worse than a jail. 

The only difference was that the place attracted a higher class of inmate. I 
didn't know if I could take it. 

I smoked the joint slowly. The more I toked, the better-I felt. The room was 
beginning to fill with blue smoke. 

I looked around for an ashtray, but there wasn't one. Well, that figured, I 
thought. A place like that certainly wouldn't allow smoking. 

Then I thought about the smell. As much as I hated to lose all that smoke, I 
opened the window. 

For a moment, it was hard to pull up and I was afraid that it might be 
nailed shut. But they already had bars on the outside. 

When I had it open, the smoke started to drift out of the room. I took a 
last toke on the joint and put it out against the leg of the bed. 

I put the roach back into my purse. I didn't want to waste anything. I knew 
that I was going to be needing it. 

After I finished unpacking the few things that I'd brought, I lay down on 
the bed to wait for Larry. 

I thought about the idea of seducing him again just to take my mind off the 
place. But I didn't think it would work out. 

I had the feeling that I was caught in a trap. And it was Gloria's trap. I 
hated her more than ever. 

Now I knew I was going to do what I'd told my father I would. I hadn't been 
sure at first, but now there was no questions about it. 

That place was just too grim for words as far as I was concerned. There had 
to be a way out and being as good as I could was one of them. 

Even if I did have to put up with that woman in the house, living in New 
York was better than this. 

In a place like that, there's just no relief from the tedium. And I was used 
to having lots of diversions. 

I don't know how long it was until I heard the door open. I was still 
floating from the grass. 

I looked up from my bed and saw Larry standing there. He looked at me for a 
long moment. 

"Miss Havisham will see you now, Miss Armstrong," he said after the pause. 

"You could at least call me 'Cynthia' after what we did earlier," I told him 
with a rueful smile. 

"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't be proper, Miss Armstrong," he said. He stood 
there waiting for me. 

I got to the side of my bed and stood up. "Well, have it your way," I said. 
"Now lead me to the old hag." 

As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I was sorry for them. I remembered my 
resolve to be good. 

"You really mustn't speak that way, Miss Armstrong," Larry said as we walked 
out into the corridor. 

"I'm sorry," I said as sincerely as I could. "I'll try not to let it happen 
again." 

"That's much better, Miss Armstrong." 

He led me out into the foyer again and up a wide flight of stairs. Then we 
went down a wide hallway. 

Larry stopped at a door on the right side of the hallway and knocked on it. 
He opened it when a voice said to come in. 

"Miss Armstrong to see you, Miss Havisham," he said. 

I walked into the room and up to her desk. I just stood there looking at the 
woman. 

She didn't look like the shrew that I had pictured. She appeared to be about 
forty, but she obviously took care of herself. 

She had light strawberry blonde hair and she was wearing a pale green dress 
that set it off. 

The woman looked like she had a very good figure, and her face looked 
attractive in a mature way. 

"Thank you, Larry, you may go now," she said in a pleasant voice. "You can 
take a seat, Miss Armstrong," she said to me. 

I sat down in front of her and looked around the room. It was certainly 
different than the one I was staying in. 

There was heavy beige carpeting on the floor which set off the rich detail 
of the woodwork. 

Here and there on the walls were paintings which looked like good copies of 
Old Masters. 

And thick velvet drapes of dark blue flowed gracefully from the tops of the 
windows. 

Altogether, it was a room which showed taste and refinement. It was totally 
unlike my small cubicle. 

"Now, Miss Armstrong," Miss Havisham said to me, "I'm completely familiar 
with your background, so you needn't try to hide anything from me. And I'm 
quite sure that you know why you were sent here." 

"Yes, M'am," I said as politely as I could. I couldn't help but resent her 
for the way I was being treated. 

"Now when you go back to your room," she continued, "you'll be given a 
complete set of all the rules and regulations of this school. I expect you 
to read and study the booklet very carefully." 

"I will, M'am." 

"I feel it only fair to warn you right from the outset that any infraction 
of the rules will be dealt with very severely. And there's no reason for you 
not to be familiar with all of them. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, M'am." 

"I'm sure that you find your present living arrangements rather confining 
... But all the girls have to live in that corridor when they first arrive 
... If your behavior is acceptable, you'll be transferred out of there in a 
few weeks. But any infraction of the rules can always cause you to be sent 
back. Do you understand, my dear?" 

"Yes, M'am." 

There was a knock on the door and Miss Havisham told the caller to come in. 
I looked around and it was Larry. 

He walked up to her desk and opened his hand so that she could see what was 
in it. 

I tilted my head to see as well, and there were my two joints and the roach. 
I felt a flush rising in me. 

"I found these in her purse," Larry said to Miss Havisham. Then he dropped 
them on her desk. 

"Thank you, Larry, that will be all," she said. Then she turned her gaze to 
me and fixed my eyes with hers. 

"I'm sure that you knew before you came here that this sort of thing wasn't 
allowed," she said evenly. 

I was livid with rage that someone had gone through my purse. I felt almost 
as if I had been violated. 

"You evil bitch," I blurted out. "You had him go through my purse ... That's 
not fair!" 

"Fair or not, it's our policy here," she said. "And I'll not tolerate 
another outburst like that." 

"Then fuck you!" I shouted. "You're nothing but a dried up old cunt and I 
hate you!" 

'Stop that this instant! Such language is not tolerated at this 
institution!" 

"This is a fucking prison and you're nothing but a warden in drag!" I yelled 
at her. 

She reached to the intercom set on her desk and pressed a button. "Lois, 
come in here," she said when it was answered. 

The door in one of the side walls of the office opened and a mannish sort of 
woman walked into the room. 

"This girl needs a trip downstairs," Miss Havisham told her. "She needs to 
learn how we operate around here." 

"Come along, young lady," the woman said to me in a gruff voice. She nudged 
my shoulder. 

I stuck my tongue out at Miss Havisham and got out of the chair. Then she 
gave me a rough yank toward the hall door. 

"Lois, that impudent creature just stuck her tongue out at me ... See that 
she learns some manners," Miss Havisham said. 

I followed the woman out the door and down the steps. When she got to the 
foyer, she went around behind the staircase to a small door. 

After she opened it and switched on a light, I followed her down a narrow 
flight of stairs. "Put your hands here," she said to be when we got to the 
dimly lit basement. She gestured to a bar with straps on it. 

I put my hands on the thing and she quickly fastened then with the leather 
straps. There was no way to get away. 

Now I regretted what I'd said. I should have been apologetic and promised 
never to do a thing like that again. 

I was in a bent position with my hands secured to the rail. The next thing I 
knew, I felt my dress being pulled up and tucked into the waistband: 

Then her hands went to my panty hose and pulled them down. I found it 
difficult to believe that such a thing was happening to me. 

There was a funny feeling in my pubic hairs, then the next thing I knew, her 
hand connected with my ass. 

I had never been spanked as a child and I didn't know that it could be so 
painful. My buttock smarted with the blow. 

Then she brought her hand onto the other buttock. The searing pain of it 
brought tears to my eyes. 

"You'll learn to keep a civil tongue in you, young lady," she muttered as 
she brought her hand into me again. 

There was another blow after that and another. The room echoed with the 
sound of her hand connecting to my buttocks. 

Then for a moment it stopped. I thought that the thing was over. I knew that 
I had learned my lesson. 

All of a sudden I felt a new pain in my naked asscheeks, something even 
worse than her hand. 

It felt like it was some sort of wooden object, long, moderately thick and 
long. Something like a cane. 

The sting that I felt from it was intense. My buttocks were already tender, 
and that made it hurt even more. 

She gave me another blow with the thing, then it was one heavy blow after 
another. I could feel my buttocks turning red. 

Tears started to run down my cheeks. The place was turning out to be even 
worse than anything I had anticipated. 

The blows with the cane came to a halt. I was sure that it was over now. I 
thought that I had had more than enough. 

"Do you think you've learned your lesson, young lady?" Lois asked me. Her 
voice hissed. 

"Yes, M'am," I said through my tears. "I'll never do it again, I promise." 

"I'll make sure that you've really learned it good," she said with a snarl. 

I started to protest when I felt the bite of a whip against my bare 
buttocks. The pain was searing. 

My tears turned to sobs when the pain radiated through my body. My body 
shook with my sobbing. 

She brought the whip into me again and again. It felt like my skin was being 
flayed away from the bones. 

I didn't know that such pain was possible, let alone think that I'd ever 
experience it. I was in agony. 

She was a woman who didn't know any mercy. From time to time I heard a noise 
coming out of her that could have been laughter. 

I winced each time the whip connected with my flesh. I could almost see the 
red welts it was leaving. 

Again and again she brought it into me. The crack that it made when it hit 
me echoed throughout the room. 

At last, I started to scream. The pain was so severe that I didn't think my 
body could take any more of it. 

She finally stopped it. My buttocks felt like they were on fire. They 
throbbed with every beat of my heart. 

The woman moved in close to me. I felt something graze my slit. Then it 
parted my outer lips and was poised at my hole. 

"You'd better remember this, young lady," she snarled. "The handle of the 
whip is all you'll get up there while you're here." 

Then she shoved the thing into me and started thrusting it back and forth. 
She let out an evil laugh. 

I didn't feel much of anything until she put it in so far that it stretched 
the membranes in the back of my cunt. 

That was painful and I winced. It was a mistake because she only rammed it 
in further the next time. 

I gritted my teeth against the pain that she was inflicting on me. I didn't 
want her to know how bad it felt. 

At the time, I was worried that she might actually tear me. But I suppose 
those tissues are fairly elastic. 

Back and forth she went with the whip handle, in and out, faster and faster. 
I hoped it would end soon. 

Finally, she pulled the thing out of me. She unstrapped my wrists and I 
arranged my clothes. 

"Next time you'll think before you open that mouth of yours, young lady," 
she said. "If you don't, you'll think that this session was a picnic 
compared to what you'll get." 

"Yes, M'am," I said. 

She led me back up the stairs. I collapsed on my bed when I got to my room. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I was careful to watch the way I behaved after that. And I was sorry that I 
had gotten off to such a bad start at the place. 

But I did do one thing the next day that I thought was a good move. I 
managed to find a girl who had a camera and I had her take pictures of my 
bruised and battered posterior. I thought they might come in handy sometime. 

As a result of what I'd done, I had to spend two months on the locked 
corridor. I thought I'd never get out of the place. 

But there were ways to alleviate the isolation. The fact that the night 
attendant wasn't too swift aided us in that. 

A girl named Sally Baxter who lived down the hall and was there for some 
minor infraction showed me how to do it. 

You had to buzz the attendant to go to the john, so when you went back to 
your room, all you had to do was put a stiff piece of paper or something 
over the pin in the door. Then the thing wouldn't latch when you closed it. 

After she told me that, I made it a practice to always go to the bathroom 
about nine or nine thirty, then I'd fix the door when I got back. They 
turned the lights out at ten o'clock, and no one could see us moving in the 
darkness. 

The first night that I did it, I didn't really know what to do next. I heard 
some movement in the hall, but I didn't know what it was about. 

Then there was a faint tap on my door. I sat there in the darkness for a 
moment, then it came again. 

"Who is it?" I whispered after I got off my bed and went to the door. 

"It's me ... Sally ... Did you fix the door like I told you? she asked. 

"Yes," I whispered back to her. "You want to come in?" 

"Yes." 

I held my hand on the piece of paper that was between the door and the frame 
and opened the door. 

Sally walked quietly into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I closed 
the door and joined her. 

"It's nice to be able to talk to someone for a change," I told her as I sat 
down. 

"Yeah, this place is the pits," she said. "Hey, you got any cigarettes?" 

"No, I didn't bring any ... And they found the joints that I brought with 
me," I said. 

"I'll bet the old bitch really gave it to you for that." 

"The worst thing was that I got so mad that I called her a 'cunt' and a few 
other things," I said. 

Sally giggled. "Good for you, but I'll bet that she turned you over to Lois 
for it." 

"She did, and my ass is still sore," I told her. It was still black and blue 
as well. 

"Somebody ought to do something about that mean old dyke," Sally said. 

"She certainly is a bitch, that's for sure, but I got one of the girls to 
take pictures of what she did to me." 

"How'd you manage that?" Sally asked me. 

"I passed a note in class until I found a girl with a camera and I asked her 
to bring it that afternoon. Then we slipped into the john in the classroom 
building and she took the pictures ... I have the film." 

"God, that was risky ... They would have really torn into you if they caught 
you doing that," she said. 

"I know, but I want some kind of proof about what goes on here," I said. 

"What do you plan to do?" Sally asked. I could tell from the tone of her 
voice that she was getting excited. 

"I don't know," I said, "but there must be something that I can do ... Maybe 
when I get out of here." 

Sally let out a long sigh. "You don't get out of here until you graduate," 
she told me. 

"You're kidding! That can't be possible ... I won't be able to stand it that 
long in this miserable place." 

"Shhhh ... Keep your voice down ... We don't want to be caught like this," 
she whispered urgently. 

"I'm sorry ... It's just that I was so upset," I said to her. 

"I'll tell you how this place works," Sally said. "They charge a small 
fortune for the tuition, room and board and all that. They're making money 
hand over fist with this place ... There's no way they're going to let you 
out." 

"But how can they? I mean, if your behavior is all right, they have to give 
you a good report, right?" 

"Wrong ... You have to see that broken down 'therapist' they've got once 
every two weeks ... He always finds something wrong with you ... And they'll 
keep telling your parents that you aren't doing as well as they'd hoped." 

I sat there in stunned silence for a moment. The whole thing was insidious. 
And I could see that it might work. 

For a moment, I wondered if Gloria knew how the place worked. The more I had 
thought about it, the more convinced I was that she had put my father up to 
sending me there. He couldn't have found a place like this by himself. He 
simply didn't pay attention to such things. And I don't think he would have 
searched such a place out. 

But then I realized that Gloria would be happy with me out of the picture on 
an almost permanent basis. That would suit her purposes nicely. 

Then there was a stab of fear in me that I didn't love him. 

Now I began to wonder if he was in danger. If she married him for his money, 
the next logical step would be to get rid of him. 

And the first step of any plan like that would be to get rid of me. She knew 
that as soon as anything really strange started going on, that I'd watch her 
like a hawk. And she knew that sooner or later, I'd catch her. 

Then she'd have everything. And her freedom. And maybe she'd even be able to 
get her hands on what was coming to me. She could argue that I was 
incorrigible and get control of my trust fund. 

The thought of it send cold shivers up my spine. I started to shake with 
them as I sat there. 

Sally put her arm around me. "What's the matter, Cynthia?" she asked me. 

"Oh, it's a long story, but I've simply got to find a way out of here," I 
said. 

"I don't know how you're going to manage that ... No one else has been able 
to do it." 

"Well, I'm going to do it or die trying," I told her, the determination 
making my voice louder. 

"Please remember to keep your voice down," she admonished again. "Getting 
caught like this won't help get you out of here." 

I lowered my voice to a barely audible whisper. "I know ... It won't happen 
again." 

She kept her arm around me and pulled me closer to her. It felt nice to be 
close to another person for a change. 

"You'll find that it's not quite so bad when you get moved to one of the 
other buildings," Sally said. 

"It must be terrible for you to have to come back here after being out of 
this wing," I said. 

"Well, I don't like it, but I manage to put up with it ... It's not as bad 
as when I was first here." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean once you know the ropes and all, it's a little easier to deal with 
the place, that's all." 

"Oh, I can see what you mean ... I guess that would make a difference ... I 
still feel a little disoriented around here," I said. 

"Well, I'll teach you what I know as we go along," she said. 

"Thanks ... It's nice to feel that I have a friend in this wretched hole ... 
It makes everything more bearable." 

She pulled me tight against her and kissed me on the cheek. It made me feel 
warm and secure. 

I decided to take the plunge and see what would happen. I turned to her and 
kissed her hard on the mouth. 

She started with the impact of my lips on hers, but then she relaxed into 
it. A thrill went through my body. 

She held the embrace and put her arms around me. I responded by putting my 
arms around her. 

We held each other tightly as our lips pressed against each other. 
Gradually, we opened our mouths. 

I poked my tongue into her mouth gingerly and started to explore it. Her 
mouth felt very warm to me. 

Then I felt her tongue against mine. She put it in my mouth and swirled it 
around. There was a twinge in my clit. 

As we held each other, I felt my pussy start to get warm and moist. I was 
getting more and more aroused. 

"God, that feels nice," she said as she broke the embrace. Both of us were 
breathing deeply. 

I put my fingers to her breasts and gave her nipples a squeeze through the 
filmy nightie she was wearing. 

Sally let out a sigh and brought her hands to my breasts. She kneaded them 
slowly. A surge of sensations went through me. 

My nipples became erect as she fondled me. At the same time, more and more 
fluids seeped into my cunt. 

I took my hands away from her nipples when they were hard. I started to take 
off my nightie. 

"I think this will be better if we're both naked," I suggested. 

Sally giggled and took off her nightie. Both of us stretched out on the 
small bed. We turned to face each other. 

"I think this is a lot better than what that bitch Lois is into," Sally 
said. 

"Yes, I think so too ... That dyke is twisted as far as I'm concerned," I 
said. 

"It's probably how she gets her rocks off." 

"I wouldn't be surprised," I said as I said as I brought my mouth to hers. 
We held each other close as we kissed. 

I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against my breasts. It 
sent another surge of excitement through me. 

I took my mouth away from hers and brought it to the nipple closest to me. I 
put my mouth over as much of her breast as I could. 

Then I sucked in on it. She gave a low moan when she felt it. I ran my 
tongue around her nipple. 

After I made a few circuits around it, I flicked my tongue back and forth on 
it, faster and faster. 

I moved my mouth to the other nipple, and sucked on it. Then I ran my tongue 
around it and flicked it across the top. 

Sally let out a series of low moans as I worked on the nipple. I was getting 
hotter and wetter at the same time. 

When I took my mouth away from the nipple, I moved my head slowly down her 
body. I licked all the way. 

I came to her navel and stuck the tip of my tongue in. I pressed it hard 
into the small indentation. 

I went further down and drew my mouth over her pubic hairs. I licked at them 
until they were matted with saliva. 

When I came to her slit, I parted the outer lips with my tongue. I went to 
the base of her slit licking the soft folds. 

I came back to the top in the same fashion, making sure that her outer folds 
were wet with saliva. 

When I got to the top of her slit, I poked my tongue in and swirled it 
around. I felt it brush over her clit. 

Then I located her firm clit with my tongue and pressed into against her 
pliant flesh. She groaned in pleasure. 

I started to rub my tongue back and forth on her clit. She arched her hips 
into me. More fluids oozed into me. I started to moan constantly with the 
pleasure I was giving her. 

Then I brought my mouth to the center of her slit and shoved my tongue into 
her hole. I swirled it around and around. 

She was warm and wet inside. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and 
sucked on it. Her taste filled my senses. 

I started poking my tongue in and out of her. I went faster and faster as I 
continued. My face was pressed hard against her mound. 

I stopped and started to work my way back up her. When I got to her breasts, 
I took the nipples into my mouth again, one at a time. I flicked my tongue 
back and forth across the hard tips of them. 

When I was finished, I went back to her mouth and brought mine to it. I 
swirled my tongue around in it. 

There was a new shortness to her breath. I could tell that she had become 
very aroused by what I'd done. 

When our lips parted, she brought her mouth to one of my nipples. The hot 
wetness of it caused a surge of sensations to radiate through my chest. I 
sighed with the pleasure I was feeling. 

She sucked in on the nipple and flicked her tongue on it. I felt myself 
getting more and more excited. 

My cunt was getting so hot and wet that I had the sensation that it might 
actually be steaming. 

She went to the other nipple and repeated the process. More waves of 
pleasure filled me. Then she moved her head precipitously to my slit. She 
put her mouth against the top of it and inserted her tongue. 

A strong jolt of sensations went through me when she rotated her tongue in 
me. It brushed over my clit. The thing felt like it was a live electrical 
wire when she touched it. I moaned. 

Sally held her tongue against my clit. Then she started running it back and 
forth. 

I gasped with the pleasure it gave me. Back and forth went her tongue, 
faster and faster. 

I gave her a nudge so that she'd move her hips around on the bed. I wanted 
to be able to get to her slit while she was at mine. 

I put my mouth to the top of her slit once she moved around on the bed. I 
poked my tongue in. 

As I whirled my tongue around in her, she went to the center of my slit with 
her mouth. 

Then I felt her tongue go into my hole. I gave a sigh. She darted her tongue 
in and out of my slick passageway. 

Each time it went up me, I felt more excited. It felt like my warm pussy was 
drenched in fluids. 

I pressed my tongue against her clit and went back and forth on it. She let 
out a moan that was more like a gurgle than anything else. The sound of our 
slurping filled the room. I hoped it didn't go any farther. 

Sally went back to my clit and brought her tongue to it. She ran her tongue 
back and forth on it. 

Each stroke of her tongue on my clit sent a new jolt of sensations through 
me to a fever pitch, I went faster and faster on her clit. She arched her 
hips harder into me. 

Her tongue went faster on me, and each new flick of it set off a barrage of 
exquisite sensations. 

The pleasure got more and more intense as she continued. Her tongue brought 
me to a high plateau. 

Slowly, I inched higher and higher until I was just at the edge of a vast 
abyss of passion. It was delightful. 

Then with a resounding crash, I was plunged headlong into the void. I gasped 
but I kept licking her. 

There was a blinding flash in my brain and my pussy went into a spasm. A 
shudder coursed up my torso. 

There were more spasms and the thrill of it raced through my body, filling 
every pore with ecstasy. 

As the sensations diminished a bit, I felt her hips arch into me and her 
pussy contract. I rubbed my tongue even faster on her clit as she came. Then 
another searing climax hit me. I was engulfed again in wiggling my tongue 
back and forth on her clit while the spasms and shudders hit me. 

Then almost before the sensations subsided, there was another climax. I 
reeled with the force of it. 

Then the orgasm started to crash in on each other. Each one made the next 
more intense. I was delirious with the pleasure of it. 

The waves were stronger and stronger. 

Then I hit a thunderous peak which made me lose track of time and space. I 
was lost in a raging sea of passion. 

My entire body shook and trembled as it filled me. I let out a muffled cry 
as it held me in its throes. 

Gradually, the sensations abated, and I realized that neither of us were 
licking each other any longer. 

We were gripping each other's hips and panting for breath. It had been an 
intense experience for both of us. 

Sally finally sat up on the side of the bed wearily. "I think I need some 
rest," she said. 

She slipped into her nightie and left the room quietly. I didn't bother to 
put my nightie back on. I just slipped under the covers and went blissfully 
to sleep. I was completely sated by her. 

Being able to at least do something sexually made life more bearable while I 
was in that wing. 

And Sally and I managed to be roommates when I was finally transferred out. 
That was a nice turn of events. 

The classes weren't nearly as rigorous as the school tried to make them out 
to be, and I had no trouble with them. 

But there was no way that I could really adjust to the place. The best I 
could do was to hate it a little bit less. 

Finally, about four months after I had arrived, I was summoned again to Miss 
Havisham's office. 

I was nervous as I walked to it. I hoped with all my heart that I hadn't 
done something wrong. 

At that time, I didn't think that I could bear being transferred back to the 
"solitary" corridor as I called it. 

I knocked on the door and opened it when she told me to come in. Then I 
stopped dead in my tracks. 

My father was sitting in front of her desk. I ran to him and put my arms 
around him. There were tears in my eyes. 

He told me that he had caught Gloria in the act and that he was taking me 
home. Miss Havisham protested, but she couldn't do much. I knew that once I 
showed him the pictures and told him what was going on, she would be lost. 

She knew it too. 


THE END
