MSL-22 Sins Of Sodom


FOREWORD

As I felt the ruby flesh of my slit being spread apart by the Elders of Sodom, I winced in pain and flushed from embarrassment. One of them pressed his thumbnail against the tender and moist interior flesh and I screamed out.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a solicitous tone that hid his cruelty. "I thought that was what you wanted. Aren't you one of those girls who wants to have men inside her?"

I didn't respond and then I felt the silvery blade of his knife rubbing across the soft patch of dark hairs that fringed my slit. I held my breath.

"Tell me whether or not you like to have men inside you?" he demanded. "And don't lie."

"It isn't like that!" I screamed out. "It doesn't have to be ugly and painful."

The men around me started to laugh viciously when I said that. The man who was between my spread legs laughed loudest of all as he put his knife away. Then he shouted, "I see that she wants something sweet between her legs. Let's give her something sweet."

One of the other men handed him a pitcher. He tipped it over and it took a long time before the thick golden contents began to drool slowly out of the earthen piece.

It dribbled onto the wrinkled flesh around my pussy and covered the hairs with its thickness.

Then the man screamed out another command and I felt the flesh on the back of my neck standing on end. It was too horrible to conceive.

But, they did it to me. "Since you wanted something sweet in your hole and you wanted company there as well, we give you the perfect combination."

They were red ants. Enormous. They scurried over the flesh and began to pierce into me, starved for the honey that was already mingling with my body juices.

I felt as if I were going to pass out. This horror was more than I could have imagined.


CHAPTER ONE

It was such a short time ago and yet it feels like an eternity has passed since all of this began. I can still recall when I was on my way to meet my beloved. I feel a tear in my throat when I think of him now. It is all so horrible.

But, this has been the fate of my life in Sodom. I am a child of Sodom and I can see that it was fruitless for me to have wished to have tossed aside my heritage.

And yet, I cannot deny that was the reason why Goz and I fell in love in the first place.

It was strange that both of us felt the same way about so many things. It was like a miracle that we were able to find each other in the midst of the hatred around us.

From the time I was a little child, I wondered at the viciousness and the cruelty that I saw in the people nearest me. There is a voice inside me which tells me that I should respect my mother and my father and yet, I know that they are as bad as the others.

How many evil things did I see my brothers and sisters doing? They were cruel to each other and they were cruel to all of the creatures around us.

I can still recall the day when my older brother, Asher, came across two dogs who were in the act of having sex. They were small dogs, good for guarding the sheep only because of their high-pitched warning voices. One dog was inside the other. That is, the male dog was inside the bitch and he was panting wildly.

Well, my brother frightened them so that they could not pull apart. The male dog was stuck inside of the bitch. The two of them dragged around together for a while, running in circles and trying to get apart. There were no adults nearby.

A large group of children gathered. I wanted to help the dogs get apart and to stop the children from laughing and taunting them, but Asher would not let me. He hit at me with a stick to keep me away. It was just a horrible time.

Although they were laughing at the dogs, I felt as if they were laughing at me.

Then Asher, always a large and strong boy, grabbed the two dogs who were still connected by the genitals, and he tossed them into the river.

For a long time, the animals tried desperately to swim, but the awkward position they were in always kept pulling them under, the weight of one of them being too much for the swimming prowess of the other one.

Finally, amid the taunts and jeers of the children of Sodom, the two dogs drowned.

I cried and I know that I was the only one who cried for them.

To make matters worse, when we were around the fire, eating that night, Asher retold that story to my father and those of our brothers and sisters who had not been there. They were all laughing, including my father. After all, they were not his dogs that were killed and so it was not his loss to be mourned.

Then they all laughed about the fact that I had cried. I rushed into the tent, crying once again. But, I stayed near the opening of the tent, wanting to hear if anything more was said about me. I heard my father laughing with all my brothers and sisters and telling them that they should learn a lesson from the two dogs that drowned together.

He said that if either of them ever let themselves get shackled with sex to another, they would also sink in the mire together with that partner.

I wonder now if that is what happened to me. Have I sunk to this point because of love?

Even when I was a little girl I knew that I loved Goz. There was no one else in all of Sodom who was as kind as he was. Perhaps there is no one else in the world like him.

There are stories I have heard that say that the cruelty which is Sodom does not exist in other parts of the world, but I find that hard to believe.

How is it possible that all of the unkind people in the world would go to one city?

It is not that sex is forbidden in Sodom. On the contrary, it is expected.

Many things are expected here. It is expected that boys will try to have their way sexually with girls and it is expected that girls will try to have their way sexually with boys.' The goal of both is to be on top and to completely dominate their partner. The one thing which is frowned upon in Sodom is love and tenderness.

That is the crime of which I am guilty. But, if given a chance, I would do it again.

There was another incident of my youth that I remember clearly. My brother Asher was always a nasty boy. He was nasty about sex just as he was about other things.

One day I came into the tent and my parents were not there. My other sisters and brothers were also not there. Only Asher was there and he had his robes raised.

I remember that at that time, he didn't have any hair at all on the base of his prick. He was stroking the hardened flesh in his fist and grinning at me.

"Touch it!" he commanded with a hiss in the back of his throat.

It was hardly the first time that I had seen a naked male. There were many opportunities to see men with their bare pricks out of their robes or completely naked.

But, I had never before seen a boy playing with his thing. Even though many of the boys and men I had seen in their undressed states had displayed erections or at least partial erections, this boy was clearly giving himself pleasure with his hand.

Now, at this point I must admit that I tended to give myself pleasure with my fingers as well. Often when all was silent in the tent in the still of the night, I would run my fingers over the wrinkled flesh of my pussy lips and I would play with them until the hot and thick juices would begin to flow out of the confines of my slit.

But, when I did things like that, I would always imagine how nice it would be to feel a powerful and warm body holding me close and rubbing me gently. It was those thoughts that I knew made me an outcast in Sodom. But, I could not help myself.

Those were the thoughts that allowed my tender slit to overflow with passion.

Anyway, that day in the tent with Asher I threatened him. "If I tell mother and father what you are trying to do, they will beat you within an inch of your life."

Such threats were common in Sodom. It was also common to see people who were beaten to within an inch of their life. But, it was not common for me to make such threats.

What must be understood is this; while all the people in Sodom were free to pursue their sexual passions upon one another, they were also free to defend themselves against each others' sexual passions. There were no native Sodomites who were ever charged with murder.

It was really a very simple matter. All that was required if you had killed someone was to say that you had been defending yourself against a sexual attack that you did not want.

This was just as valid of a man who had killed a woman. The court always took that into account and dismissed the case. Anyway, the court of Sodom was too busy punishing strangers and punishing people who thought differently from the normal way.

But, that is another story and I will have to go into it at another time.

I was trying to recount the story of the way that Asher first tried to attack me.

After I threatened him, I stepped away a little bit and he jumped up from his prone position. He landed on top of me and tried to pull my robes apart.

I kicked him in the belly and then rushed from the tent, knowing that he did not dare follow me with his robes all pulled up like that. But, when I was outside and I looked at my own robes, I saw that there was a little patch of stickiness that had been left there by the drooling head of my older brother's prick.

That was only the first incident of that sort. There was another that occurred while I was bathing in the stream. My clothes were right by the side of the stream.

It is very difficult doing many things in Sodom. One must always be aware of the potential of an attack and one must always be on guard against such a thing.

Usually when we bathed, a few of us would go together to the stream. I had gone with my two younger sisters to the stream and we had one knife between us.

We bathed one at a time, the other two girls holding the knife and guarding the spot.

If a boy had tried to attack the naked girl who was bathing, the other two girls would have easily attacked and killed that foolish boy. I had never killed, of course, and it was truly rare when such a thing was really necessary.

Usually, it was enough for the boy to know that you were protected. They would keep away.

I believe that f was still eleven at that time. My body was just beginning to form. There were bumps that were soon to turn into breasts.

First my youngest sister bathed and then my middle sister took her turn. Finally, I left the knife with the two of them and slid out of my robes.

When I was in the water I heard a noise from the side of the stream. I turned in that direction and saw that Asher was sitting there.

"Sisters, come protect me from this intruder!" I cried out. But, no one came.

Asher started to laugh. I stepped more deeply into the stream, not wishing to give my brother the satisfaction of seeing any of my nakedness.

"Sisters, this is no time for games!" I screamed, getting a little frightened.

My brother laughed even more loudly and viciously. I looked at him and he said, "They are gone. Your strong protectors are gone, little one."

"What have you done with them?" I snapped at my older brother.

He smirked as he said, "Do you think I needed to do anything with them? I bribed them to leave and told them that as the oldest son it was my duty to check on your virginity."

With that he tossed his robes away. By that time there were the beginnings of dark hairs at the very base of his prick. I could see that, once again, it was standing stiffly erect.

I actually tried to splash him with water, I was so desperate for a way in which to protect myself. When he jumped naked into the water, I began to move away. I was wading. But, since Asher knew how to swim, it was a simple matter for him to catch up to me.

"No! Get away from me you filthy beast!" I could not think of any other time when I had been so unprotected as that day in the stream.

He had me in his grasp. I remembered the drowning dogs and I tried to pull him under the water. At that time I didn't even care whether I died, just so long as I kept my brother from having the pleasure that he .. wanted with my body.

I could feel his hardened prick pressing against my wet flesh. The water was moving between us and churning up. He pushed my head under in an effort to get his way.

The next thing I knew, in his powerful grasp, I could feel myself being pressed against the side of the shore. My budding young breasts were rubbing against the dry ground.

My brother was spreading my legs. His fingers were rubbing over my pussy lips and my anus, as if he were trying to decide which hole he should use.

He was pulling on my hips and tugging them back toward his thick prong.

Then I could feel the head of his prick pressing against the lips of my pussy. He chuckled softly as he said, "Since I am your brother, I might as well take the virginity that counts."

I wanted to cry out, but I didn't dare. People in Sodom didn't help each other. If I had attracted attention it might have turned out to be some men who would have laughed and enjoyed the sight of a girl being raped by her own brother.

Worse still, some men might have happened by who would have demanded that my brother let them make use of my hole after they were through.

The weight of his body and the strength of one of his arms was holding me in place. With his other hand, he was spreading my legs and forcing the tender lips apart.

I could already feel the broad head of his hardness between the lips.

Then he thrust forward, but he could not go anywhere. It was too tight and his movement was too sudden. Although I could feel the painful jabbing, my brother did not penetrate me.

And just at that moment I heard a voice calling out, "Get out of there!"

I looked up and saw Goz on the shore. His face was red with fury as he was looking at my brother.

"Get away, Goz!" Asher hissed. "This is none of your business."

"Don't let him do this to me, Goz!" I screamed, but before I could finish saying the boy's name, my brother had pushed my head under the water. He held it there.

To the best of my knowledge, Goz shouted, "I'll kill you for that."

I felt my brother's hold giving way suddenly. It was as though my brother was pulled off me. I quickly jumped out of the way and realized that Goz had jumped into the water with his robes on. That was a mistake because the weight of the wet robes would hold him down.

When I turned to look at the two of them, they were fighting in the water. I watched for a moment, horror-stricken as I saw Asher holding Goz's head under the water. He was really determined to kill this boy who interrupted his pleasure.

As I watched Asher's strength increasing, I ran around him and grabbed him around the neck. My move was so sudden that he didn't have a chance to be prepared.

Grabbing him around the neck, I pulled back so that his air was cut off.

In another moment, Goz was able to lift his head out of the water again. As soon as he had done that, his fist shot out and smashed into Asher's face.

Asher crumpled against my body. I pushed him forward and that helped the force of Goz's next blow really hit the boy in the face.

My older brother fell under the water, but Goz quickly pulled him up again. Asher was sputtering water, but he was dazed because of the blows he had taken to his face.

Goz demanded that I help him pull my brother out of the water. I complained, saying that Asher had been willing to kill him and that I saw no reason why my brother should not suffer the same fate, drowning himself.

J was embarrassed about my nakedness, but considering all that I had just been through and considering the way Goz had saved me from my brother, I climbed out of the water and helped him.

Once my naked brother was far enough from the water, Goz tossed Asher's clothes at him and commanded that he go away. I was holding my clothes in front of me by that time.

Asher had regained his composure, but he was basically a bully and a coward. He did not think to stop and thank Goz for not killing him as he easily could have done.

Considering all that has occurred since that time, I can only regret what Goz did not do.

By the time that my saviour had turned around again, I had put my robes on. I regretted that because he had already seen me naked. The physical contact with my brother's body had been enough to build excitement in me and now I was with Goz, the one I desired.

He sat down as if he were embarrassed to face me with the conversation that followed.

I sat beside him as he said, "According to the men of Sodom, I am not a real man."

"Whoever would say that my Goz is not a real man is a liar."

Shaking his head sadly, he said, "I am what they would call perverse." He turned to me quickly and said, "I speak words to you and tell you that I care for you. I even risked myself to try to save you from an undesirable act."

"That is something that no other man in Sodom would have done," I said.

Nodding, the boy continued, "And yet, I do not show my passion for you as the other boys show their passion for the other girls. I do not know how to do that."

I remained silent as he continued, "Inside of me there are desires." He looked at me long and hard. "You are the only one in all Sodom I would trust with this information. You are the only one with whom I would share this secret and yet the secret has to do with you." He really had my curiosity up by that point. He went on, "The other boys all desire to toss girls down and rip their clothes off. The other girls desire to ambush a boy and take him captive so that they may spread themselves out on his prick and ride to contentment.

"But my desires do not resemble those. When I dream in a longing way, it is always of being able to hold you close and to feel your body next to mine. I dream about stroking your small, perfectly rounded breasts, and I dream of gently thrusting my prick inside you."

A smile lit my face. It was the sort of smile that I could actually feel.

"What is it?" Goz asked, curious about my reaction to his suggestion.

"You have just recited the very things that I have longed for myself."

Tentatively, he put his arm around me and held me close. I willingly moved my body against his and pressed tightly. He was running one hand over my flesh, inside my robes, feeling the wonder of my youthful form and enjoying the smoothness of my skin.

I reached my hand into his robe. Although I had seen my older brother naked, I had never seen Goz naked. I imagined in my fantasies that he would look perfect.

That was the first time that I was ever running my hand over the boy's flesh.

Our robes seemed to open through their own power. There was no need to tear the clothes apart in an effort to expose our naked bodies. Although we were moving slowly and tenderly, the clothes eased themselves away.

Then I could feel the boy's well-developed, nicely muscled chest pressing down against my young breasts. I could feel his jutting nipples tickling against my own nipples.

He rubbed back and forth over my breasts and his nipples were definitely exciting mine.

At the same time, his flat stomach was so hard against the smooth softness of my own stomach that it was a thrill to feel it. I never imagined that anything like that could exist.

Although I had always known Goz to be the one other tender-hearted person in Sodom, I knew that sex was supposed to be viciously competitive and ugly.

It did not feel that way with that boy. I could feel the thickness of his large prick rubbing against the smooth flesh around my pussy lips.

At that time there was no hair surrounding my pussy and so it was particularly sensitive to the pressure and the moisture that was on the head of the prick.

Without my even realizing that it had happened, our robes fell away completely. My fingers were exploring the silky flesh of the boy's back. I could feel the light down of soft hair that covered all of his flesh even though it seemed to be invisible.

His powerful arms were wrapped completely around me. I could actually feel the tugging tempo of his heartbeat and my own heart was thundering its reply at the same rate.

Goz's lips brushed along the side of my cheek. It was an odd thing to do and yet it was certainly pleasing to me. I could feel a tingling on the flesh where his lips had made contact and, knowing that I wanted to give him the same pleasure, I pressed my lips against his ear and flicked my tongue against the flesh.

It was a crazy impulse. I had often heard of women using their teeth against men, but I did not wish to do anything against Goz. I did not wish to cause Goz any harm. I wanted to do things for him and to give him pleasure.

My tongue slid over the side of his neck and then I pressed my tongue into his ear.

I could tell from the way that the boy was breathing that he was deriving pleasure from that.

Then I moved my tongue onto his cheek. In a strange way, because of the way we were moving, his lips made contact with my tongue. At first I pulled my tongue away because his lips felt wet and it was a very peculiar thing to be doing anyway.

But, then I felt his tongue flicking out of his mouth and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the tip of my tongue. I did not pull away.

I felt a passion that was rushing from the tip of my tongue all the way into my mouth and then down through my body. It was a wonderfully exciting passion, such as I had only dreamed of till that point. I arched my body up, trying to be even closer to the boy.

Then he seemed to suck my tongue into his mouth. I would not have trusted any other man in Sodom to do that. Most of the men would have bitten my tongue off for the fun of it.

But, with my tongue in Goz's mouth, the boy seemed to be chewing on it and sucking on it. His tongue was playing against the tip of mine, erotically, playfully.

Our lips were glued together with passion and love.

Slowly, his lips pulled away from mine and he whispered, "I want to be inside of you."

"Yes! Yes! Do it!" I whispered back, afraid to speak the words more explicitly.

I could feel the throbbing knob head of his prick as he rubbed it between my pussy and my bottom hole. His eyes looked into mine in a meaningful way. He didn't want to have to speak the question, but he wanted me to supply the answer.

Afraid to speak the words, as if they would soil what we had between us, I directed his throbbing manhood to my pussy slit. I could feel the heat of it in my fingers.

"You are sure?" he asked me, nodding his head.

In Sodom, the women usually take the men's pricks up their butt holes. That was why it was so strange that my brother, Asher, wanted to put his up my pussy. I suppose that he was trying to prove something to me or to himself.

The point was that having a prick up the pussy could get a woman pregnant and so that was something which was reserved for that special purpose.

But, we all knew that a woman had her virginity in her pussy. There is the wall of sacred flesh that is meant to be broken by her husband, although most of the girls I know have broken the flesh themselves with their constant fingering or their philandering.

It was that sacred flesh that Asher was after. There was only one way to guarantee that he would never have it. I would give that sacred flesh to Goz.

If things had not happened the way they did, I never would have thought to do what I did with Goz. I mean, I wanted to feel his body close to mine, but I would have simply had him put his prick up into my ass hole, where it was meant to go.

But, because of the actions of Asher, my wicked brother, and his attempt to take my sacred flesh from me, I decided that I would give that prize to Goz.

I can still remember just how it felt. As the broad head of the youthful prick pressed between my spread pussy lips it seemed to get stuck, as if it were glued there.

There was definitely something sticky between us. He pushed and pulled on his cock and tried to get it loosened from the hold of my pussy lips.

Then he finally managed to work it around and around. I felt the way that the head of the manhood was pressing against all of the sides of my pussy walls. I watched as the boy's slim hips moved in a circular motion.

The constant movement of the boy's hips, working his cock so that it was pressing against all the sides of my pussy, was causing the juices to flow inside my body.

He was urging the juice from the depths of my pussy slit.

And, once the juice had filled up the entrance to the tight passage, I could feel the broad head of the boy's prick pressing forward with greater power.

He was able to literally slide his prick into me. I raised my hips from the ground to make it even easier and smoother. But, then, just as he had about two inches of his hard manhood inside my pussy, I felt a dull thud against something in my cunt.

I gasped in reaction to the painful pulling sensation.

When I looked into his eyes, he was already searching for mine. I could see the question that was in his eyes. He wanted to be sure that I wanted him to do it.

The broad head of his prick was pressed up against the sacred flesh inside my pussy and he wanted to be certain that I was willing to let him take that virginity.

Without moving my eyes from his, I nodded my head.

His warm hands were rubbing over the smooth and soft flesh of my hips. Then he seemed to arch his body as if he were gathering up all of his strength in his thighs.

Then he pushed forward quickly. The head of his prick broke through the wall of flesh.

I felt a sudden heat in my pussy and I realized that there was blood with the taking of my virginity. Something was definitely ripped. I wrapped my arms around Goz, thankful that he was the one who was doing that to me, grateful for his tenderness.

Just the head of his prick was inside the ripped flesh of my lost virginity. He still had more than half of his prick exposed outside of my pussy.

Slowly, he worked the throbbing manhood into my slit. I could feel the way that the broad head was spreading out the previously unused flesh in the deep recesses of my pussy.

Tenderly, the boy's warm fingers massaged the flesh on the insides of my thighs, easing them so that I could relax and spread my legs a little bit wider.

He would push a little bit of his prick into my pussy at a time. Then, after pushing forward, he would massage it around and around, actually massaging the walls of my tender pussy.

It was a very slow way for him to do it, but eventually he got the full length of his prong inside of my slit. I could feel the wrinkled flesh of his testicles pressing down against the smooth flesh of my thighs. He just remained like that for a long moment.

Since there was hair already at the base of his prick and none at the base of my pussy, I could feel the scratching sensation of his hair against my bare flesh.

When he felt me moving back and forth so that I could feel the head of his prick against the flesh inside of my pussy, he smiled at me and pressed his lips against mine.

Then he started to move back and forth inside of me. Immediately, the pain of the initial penetration was gone and I could feel the thrill of the rubbing.

He began by just moving his prick a little bit, back and forth in my pussy. But, that was enough so that there were thrills racing up my spine to all the other parts of my body.

Then the short movements of his prick became longer and longer. He was pulling the whole length of his hardness out of me and then pushing the full length of it back into me.

He kept looking into my face to be certain that I didn't mind.

I had my arms wrapped around his body, holding him inside me. It was my dream come true and I didn't want him to ever pull out of me.

CHAPTER TWO

That first time with Goz was like a dream. He handled me with warmth and with love.

Suddenly I found the unbearable Sodom days a little more bearable. I knew that I was not the only person in the world who dreamt the things that I did.

And I also knew that my dream was perfectly possible. After all, it had come true one time. I would simply have to face a few years before Goz could approach my father for my hand, but those years were the difficult part of the situation.

Those were the years when a young person is taught about life.

There is a story that my father told us often. He said that there was a wise man, a Sodomite, (in his stories all wise men came from Sodom), who took his son up to a cliff. He placed the boy on a ledge that was perhaps only six feet from the ground, hardly more than the man's height.

He stood directly below the cliff and instructed the boy to jump into his arms. And so, with outstretched arms, the father commanded his son to jump.

But, as soon as the boy was in the air, the man turned away and folded his arms across his chest. One of the boy's arms was broken in the short fall and there were bruises all over his body.

With tears running down his face, the pained and wronged child screamed out, "But you commanded me to jump and at home you told me to follow your commands."

"I also commanded you not to be an idiot!" the father told his son. "Only an idiot does something like jumping off a cliff."

"But," the boy insisted. "You were standing right there to catch me."

"Ahah!" the father in the story would say at that point, and my father would repeat so that we all knew the words by heart, "That will teach you never to trust anyone."

That was the philosophy with which young people were taught about life in Sodom.

I could never go around unprotected for fear that someone would rape me. There were no valuables that I had. My father did not trust me enough for that. So, the only thing that I had which was of any value was my body.

My virginity was already given away, and yet, since I had known the pleasure of the sensual love that I shared with Goz, I could not bear the thought of facing an attack.

And yet, even the sex that I had shared with Goz was filled with doubts.

I was frightened to let him keep invading my pussy for fear that I would become great with child. And so, the next time that we met secretly, I asked him to put his prick up my ass hole, the way that all the women in Sodom liked to take it.

Goz agreed without any complaints. He massaged my legs to help me relax and he pulled them up over my head. He had spread me wide apart and he had pressed the head of his prick against my bottom hole. I tried to reach down and spread the cheeks of my rounded white ass further apart to give him a chance to get inside of me.

But, it seemed useless. No matter how I pulled on the cheeks, I was not pulling them apart.

Here it was not a case of his prick being glued to my flesh. My flesh was dry, unlike my pussy flesh, and it did not allow his cock to advance smoothly.

As much as he rubbed the cheeks of my bottom, it did not help.

And then I sighed out, "Try spitting on it."

I don't know what gave me that idea. Anyway, he liked the idea. He spit into his palm and then he rubbed the wetness all over the thick prick.

Spitting on his fingers, he slid them along the crack of my bottom.

Then he pressed the broad head of his prick against the tight opening of my bottom. I could feel the pressure of it pushing me apart, but at least this time I was being stretched by the prick rather than just pushed by it. The moisture was the needed thing that was helping his cock head slide over my ass flesh.

And yet, it was terribly painful as his prick pushed my anus wide open.

I looked into his eyes and concentrated on them. They were beautiful and he was beautiful. I remembered how painful it had been to take his hard manhood into my pussy the first time and then I remembered the pleasure that I derived once we had done it.

And so I endured the invasion into my bottom hole. I expected the same pleasure.

Once the head of his prick had pushed between the tight cheeks, the rest was simple. He began to work his prick into me in the same way that he had put it in my pussy. Slowly, he was working an inch at a time into the bottom hole.

It seemed an eternity before I finally felt his heavy testicles resting against the smooth flesh of my ass cheeks. It was still a throbbing pain for me, but I wanted to like it. For the sake of Goz, I wanted to get used to the feeling of his cock inside of me.

When he pulled back it was only an inch, and yet that inch was multiplied because of the chill that it sent rocketing through my body.

Then he pushed into me again and I felt the head of his manhood slamming against something that was deep inside of my body. He pulled out a little more and there was gooseflesh that was all over my body, on the back of my neck and my hands and feet.

This continued. As he continued to work his prick in and out of my bottom hole, I could feel the moist friction that was developing in my body.

His fingers pressed against the lips of my pussy. That was the one thing I had been missing. That was the one thing I had needed. My pussy was the real center of my erotic being and I needed some attention paid to it. I was getting it.

He pulled the wrinkled lips apart and then pressed his finger against the love button that was right inside the opening. He was working it back and forth and back and forth.

I don't see how he could know just what it was that I needed. I suppose that when he touched me there in that spot, he was watching my facial expression and he saw the way I was delighted as he made that contact.

That was the wonderful part about Goz. When he was making love to me, I always felt that he was more concerned with my pleasure than with his own. Because he had that attitude I found that, in return, I was more concerned with his pleasure than with my own.

He was stroking in and out of my ass hole as his finger worked back and forth over my love button at the same exact fast tempo. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled his face down toward mine so that he would rub his lips against mine.

In order to get his lips against mine, I had to press my legs back very tight against my body. He was pressing down on top of me with my legs up over my shoulder.

But, I didn't mind. It was what I wanted and it was what he wanted.

The stimulation that was caused by the prick moving rapidly back and forth through my bottom hole was great pleasure for us both.

I could feel his movements speeding up inside of me and then slowing down again as they got harder and more powerful. Then he grunted.

His finger pressed tight against my love button. I could feel his tongue pressing down against my tongue. My pussy slit could not stand anymore.

Even with his finger inside of me, the flesh of my pussy collapsed down as if it were all rushing toward the center. When that happened, the flesh of my ass hole also pulled together tightly at the same exact moment. It was as if one were in control of the other.

So, at the same time that my pussy flesh pressed tight around his finger, my ass was pulling on Goz's invading cock. I could feel his immediate response.

There was a movement against the smooth cheeks of my ass as his testicles seemed to press up toward his body. Then there was a stretching of my anus as the juice began to flow up the length of his hard prick. It raced to the head and a moment later it splashed out into my ass hole. I could feel spurt after spurt shooting inside of me.

When we separated, he held me in his arms for a long time.

Finally, he broke the silence by saying, "Did you like that as much?"

I couldn't lie. I shook my head and said, "My pussy slit is where I feel pleasure."

Nodding, he said, "Somehow it was more alive putting it in your pussy. I mean, there was more liquid inside of you. There was more movement inside of you."

There was another silence between us and then he said, "But, I understand your fears. You would be treated terribly by the people if you were to have a baby now at your age."

That was the wonderful thing about Goz. He never thought of his own pleasure. He was always more concerned with my pleasure and with his love for me.

I tried to return that. Heaven knows that I tried to return it.



* * *



And then it finally happened to me. I should say that it happened to us.

For two years we had continued meeting in secret. There were times, such as the harvest, when things were very busy, and the two of us never had any chance to see each other.

We would walk along the street together, for such things were not frowned upon.

And, always I would have my knife with me. I was always aware of the fact that I had to protect myself. Since I had my Goz, I didn't want anyone else.

But, there was one day when we had arranged to meet by a grove that was at the side of the stream. It was a beautiful spot. It almost seemed like a mistake that such a beautiful spot should be placed in Sodom, the home of evil and cruelty.

As I neared the spot, I heard voices. I heard the voice of Goz and then I heard some girls' voices.

I approached quietly. There were other sounds. I peeked through the bushes and I saw that Goz was lying on the ground, his robe open and all undone so that his body was exposed. There were ropes around his arms and his legs.

There were two girls around him. One was checking the ropes to make sure they were tight and the other one was stroking his prick up and down.

My heart sank when I realized that his prick was already hard in the hand of that other girl. But, I suppose that it was something he really couldn't help.

I touched the knife that I always kept hidden. These girls were going to force my beloved Goz to service them. I would not permit such a thing.

One of the girls already had her robes off, revealing a very well-shaped body. I had developed a great deal in those two years, but this was an older girl. She had fully rounded breasts and hips and she had quite a full bush of hair at her pussy slit.

She ran one long finger up and down over her pussy as she said, "You will service me first."

"I would sooner service all the dogs in hell!" Goz spat the words out.

The two girls laughed and the naked one said, "Perhaps that can be arranged."

Then the girl who was naked stood right over Goz's face. She slammed her body down on his face and began to rub up and down against his unwilling lips.

I rushed out from the bushes, brandishing my knife and shouting, "Get off him."

The girl moved fast. She was aware of the knife and since life was so cheap in Sodom, she knew that I might really use it on her. "Are you claiming him as your own?" she asked me.

"Yes!" I snapped. "Now the two of you can get away from here."

"Don't you think we should discuss it fairly?" the other girl said.

There was something about her sweet words and her tone of voice that made me very suspicious of her. I knew that she was up to something and so my eyes never left her.

"I have no wish to talk to you. My knife will do my talking."

Just then Goz, still tied up on the ground, shouted out, "Look out."

Someone grabbed me from behind. I was hit on the head. I remember hearing the words, "There's some more rope. We can use this rope on her."

The next thing I was aware of, some water was splashed on my face. I opened my eyes and immediately wanted to reach my fingers up to wipe the water from my eyes.

But I could not reach my hands to my face because my hands were tied up behind my back. I looked through the water at the girls. There were three of them now. The one who had hit me over the head had come back to join her two friends.

"What shall we do with her?" asked the one called Belda.

The naked girl, who was called Caffa, laughed and said, "Perhaps she can provide us with some pleasure as well?" There was a sly tone to her voice and she fingered her pussy.

But, the third girl, Denia, the one who had surprised me on the back of the head, smiled softly to herself as she said, "Perhaps she can provide us with some profit!"

"There's only one bit of profit that I need now!" Caffa said as she stroked her pussy.

Once again she was standing over Goz's face. As I watched, helplessly, she slammed her pussy down against my beloved's face. "Lick it!" she commanded him.

I shut my eyes, but I could not shut out the sounds of his moving tongue and of the liquid on liquid contact which was going on so very close to me.

But, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to watch this spectacle even though it meant horror for my beloved. I could see that Caffa was bouncing up and down on Goz's face. When I looked more closely, each time that she bounced up, I could see that his tongue was firmly imbedded in her pussy slit and that she was riding the tongue.

As I was watching, I saw that Belda was holding onto Goz's big prick.

She was stroking it up and down and she was preparing to squat down on it. She had the head of the throbber up against her own pussy slit and she was rubbing it back and forth.

Then, as an afterthought she moved forward and pressed my beloved's cock head against her tight anal opening. She began to work it into her bottom hole.

As she wriggled back and forth onto the thick prong, she was spreading herself open with the thing. The flared head of it disappeared into her.

When I saw that, I felt a longing sensation that told me that I wanted to be filled with the big prick. I wanted to be bouncing on it. I didn't care if it was up my ass instead of up my pussy. I would have taken it happily anywhere.

Once she had that flared cock head inside of her, it was a simple matter for Belda to take the rest of the thick prong into her anus.

I watched as the big thing disappeared into the girl.

Then I saw the way she slammed her fully rounded ass cheeks down on Goz's testicles, as if she purposely wanted to cause him pain with that movement.

In a moment she was bouncing up and down on the large thing. I saw an inch of the prick come into view and then it disappeared again as Belda's bottom hole swallowed it up. Then two inches of the prick reappeared as Belda slid Up the pole.

My attention turned to Caffa who was on Goz's face. She was spreading her legs wide so that her pussy slit was spread out far for the boy to lick. But, suddenly, as she started to moan and grunt, she pressed her legs together. She was squeezing his face between the soft white flesh of her thighs and rubbing her legs up and down.

It was pleasurable to watch. I could feel my own pussy reacting to all of this. But, at the same time it was horrible to watch. Just as I was beginning to get excited, feeling the passions rising within me in reaction to the scene before me, I would remember that this was Goz who was being used so cruelly.

This boy had never touched any other girl than me and now he had his tongue up one girl's pussy and his prick up another girl's bottom hole.

There was still a third girl who was stripping off her robes and rubbing her fingers over the tender flesh of her pussy. She was waiting for one of the others to finish with Goz so that she could have her turn. She was like a vulture.

Belda stopped short of her bouncing strokes on Goz's cock and she shouted, "You cannot spill your seed in me. You must save it. There is yet another to be satisfied."

I don't know whether Goz was even capable of hearing what the girl was saying. The other girl, the one riding his face, had pressed her legs tightly together so that they were covering his ears. I could tell from the way that she was throwing her head back, with her eyes shut and her mouth open, that she was having her orgasm.

As she completed, still silent, and slowly lifted herself from the boy's face, she grunted, "For one who has never before given such pleasures, he learns fast."

I could tell, in spite of myself, that there were tears streaming down my cheeks.

Goz turned and looked at me. But, what was the expression on his face? What did it mean? Was he accusing me? Was he expressing concern for me?

Although I couldn't tell what it was, I turned away from him. I couldn't bear his look.

Belda was still perfectly still on his prick. The full length of Goz's manhood was all the way inside the girl's bottom hole and she was just sitting on it.

She reached her fingers up into her slit and she began to frig herself as she hissed, "There's nothing I like better than frigging myself when I have a boy as a captive."

The girl was just riding back and forth, leaning forward and then leaning back with the big prick all the way inside of her bottom hole.

And then Denia, the final girl, frigged her pussy as she stood over my beloved's face. She stopped frigging herself as quickly as she had started. She just looked down at him and said, "He bores me. He is hardly amusing at all."

Belda began to cry out in a loud voice. Her fingers were tightly stuffed into her pussy. She pressed her thighs together as she felt the explosion.

Then she pulled her lingers free and held them up in front of Goz's face. "Lick them clean," she said in an insinuating voice.

When he did not move, Denia grabbed him by the throat and began to choke him. He opened his mouth, a bit unwillingly. Then Belda's fingers were between his lips.

In another moment, Belda screamed out. She pulled her fingers free of Goz's mouth and when she did I could see that they were red and indented from the pressure of the boy's teeth.

The bound youth was slapped across the face.

"Let's teach him!" Caffa called out as she began to roll Goz onto his stomach.

The other two naked girls understood immediately what Caffa had in mind. One of them pulled a long, thin branch from a nearby tree. Then the two of them started to peel the bark from the branch, leaving the shiny, white flesh of the firm wood.

Belda raised the branch over her head and then slapped it down sharply across Goz's ass cheeks. I could see a bright red line that was left across the cheeks.

He cried out in pain and the three girls laughed out loud.

Then the vicious girl raised her hand again and slapped the branch down once more across the defenseless boy's bottom cheeks. This time I could see that there was moisture in his eyes and that he was biting down on his lower lip to keep from crying out in pain.

Once more the branch sliced across the firm, white flesh of his ass. I could see that this time, rather than a pink line like the other two, there was a bright red spot where the lines had all crossed together. There was blood.

I shut my eyes and I heard my beloved crying out in pain two more times. I did not wish to know what they had done to him. I remembered the look on his face when he had been working so hard to keep from crying out in pain. For him to have cried out, I knew that the girls must have done something terrible to him.

Then I felt hands on me. I knew that they were going to do something with me or to me.

J opened my eyes. Goz was lying in the corner and screaming, "You daughters of the desert rodents! Don't you do such a thing to that girl! Don't you do it to her!"

With all the horror that Goz had been facing, I completely forget about myself. The girls had said that there might be some profit in me. I wondered what they meant.

When I looked around I realized that there were only two girls there. Belda was gone. I wondered where she had gone and what her purpose was in leaving.



* * *



Everything happened so quickly that I could hardly realize what they were doing to me.

I was naked and the bonds were still on my hands and wrists when my brother, Asher, came into the clearing. Asher was holding a broad knife to protect himself in case the girls had set up an ambush for him. There was no way for me to hide my nakedness.

Asher looked over toward Goz and hissed, "Let me kill that one."

"Get out of here!" Belda snarled at him. "We agreed on the price for you to take the girl. And I told you that we would look after the boy and keep him entertained through the rest of the day."

Asher laughed and said, "Well, Goz, now you're not such a big man."

"You need to have me tied up before you dare to laugh at me!"

"Stop complaining," my brother sneered. "I have often been in the same position myself.

These vixens have milked my prick of its juice and in the end I loved it."

"You loved it in my end!" Belda said with a throaty laugh.

Asher sheathed his knife and then grabbed me in his arms and tossed me over his shoulder.

"What about the money you promised us for the girl?" Belda asked.

"You'll get the money before the next nightfall."

As he was carrying me out of the clearing, I screamed out, "Goz, save me! Save me!"

I regretted that I cried so. I could hear the laughter of the evil females who had Goz as their captive and I knew that there was nothing that he could do to save me.

My brother carried me over his shoulder, displaying his power, toward a cave.

He tossed me, still naked and bound, onto the rocky floor of the cave. Then he ran his hands over my body. As he was pulling on my rosy nipples, he laughed, "I've wanted this for such a long time and now I'm finally going to have it."

I spit in his face. He wiped the spit from his face and then he spit at me.

Since my hands were tied together, there was no way in which I could wipe my face.

My brother pulled off his robes. His body had developed quite a bit since the time that he had been playing with himself as a boy and exposing himself to me.

He stroked his prick and I was shocked by the size of it as it stretched out toward me.

Brushing his cock head across my lips I could feel the bit of moisture that drooled from the opening at the head of it. That was something that Goz and I had never thought of doing before and so it really shocked me to feel it there.

"Open your mouth!" he commanded. I couldn't turn away, I was tied too tightly.

He slapped me across my face and commanded me once more to take his prick in my mouth.

When I still remained motionless, he held onto my nostrils so that I could not take a breath at all. I knew that I would have to inhale through my mouth.

Since he was holding my nose, I had to part my lips.

As soon as I had done that, he pressed his prick against my teeth and pushed forward. He forced the head of it into my mouth. There was a fury inside me then.

My teeth pressed down on his cock flesh and I swear that I would have done even more damage to him had he not pulled his prick from my mouth as fast as he did.

Then he slapped me across the face again and again. My cheeks were numb from the slapping. But, when he was done, he started to laugh like a madman.

"I didn't know you had it in you to try to bite my prick, you little vixen."

He untied my legs, but held them very tight so that I couldn't get away. His function and goal, it seemed, was to get my legs spread.

Pulling my left leg up over my left shoulder while he rested his weight down on my right leg, he tied my ankle to my neck. It was an awkward and uncomfortable position, but I couldn't stop him and I couldn't help myself because of the bonds.

With my left leg out of commission that way, he did the same thing to my right leg, pulling it up to my neck and tying it there firmly.

I could feel my pussy lips spread wide because my thighs were spread so far apart.

"Now!" he said. "You will learn your lesson well, little sister."

He pulled on the flesh around my bottom hole and he pressed the head of his prick against that tight spot. When I was with Goz, we always used something, even if only spit, for lubrication of my ass hole. But, Asher had no wish to make it that easy for me.

Working his cock head into the tight opening, he pushed forward and I felt my anal opening being wrenched apart roughly. It was a terrible, ripping pain.

He pushed a little bit harder and then his prick was inside my ass hole.

Then he began to work his way into me. It was an arduous process and it was made much harder by Asher's desire to cause me pain and discomfort.

He kept on shoving forward, even when I felt that his cock shaft was pushing the dry flesh of my ass cheeks into my ass hole. When that happened with Goz, he would always pull out of me a little bit and give me a chance to relax. Then it would be easier for him to push his prick into me the rest of the distance.

But, Asher was not interested in doing things in an easier way. He just kept on working his way forward, pressing up against the wrinkled flesh of my anus.

Somehow, although it seemed impossible to me, he managed to get the full length of his dry prick all the way into my anal opening. As soon as I felt the balls resting against the smooth flesh of my ass cheeks, he began to pull back out of me.

And, when he pulled out of me, it wasn't just a little pull that would begin to get me used to the fucking motion. No! My vicious brother wanted to really let me feel the invasion into my ass. He pulled back on his cock and then he pushed forward once again.

I thought for sure that he had ripped my tender flesh with the vicious shoving motion of his prick. But, he just kept on shoving back and forth, oblivious to my protests.

Then he pressed one finger into my pussy slit.

Goz often did that same thing when he was fucking my ass hole. He would wish to give me pleasure and so he would search for my love button inside my pussy.

But, Asher was certainly not interested in giving me pleasure. He wanted to give me pain. That was the only pleasure that he understood.

His finger brushed right past my love button in an effort to really work into me. Then he began to rub it back and forth. As he pushed it in for the fifth time, he pushed a second finger into the tight hole as well. A moment later he had three fingers in my pussy.

I was frightened and horrified at the thought of having three fingers rushing in and out of the tight confines of my pussy slit. He was rubbing and shoving with his fingers.

He didn't care that he was hurting me with the slicing pressure of his nails and he didn't care that his invading fingers were pulling the cunt flesh apart.

Asher then shoved his pinky into my slit along with the other three fingers. I could tell that he was pressing down against the back of the membrane that was my cunt wall.

His cock, shoved all the way up my ass hole, was purposely jutting up against the depths of my anus. I could tell that he was trying to feel his fingers through the membrane that was in the middle of my body. Or, perhaps, he was trying to grab his cock through that wall.

Anyway, I was turning my head from side to side, groaning in agony.

He was laughing as he said, "You've just begun."

Then he managed to shove his thumb into my pussy along with the other four fingers. He was purposely bending his fingers at the joints and pushing the nails into my flesh.

At that point, as if to prove that there really is a merciful lord in the heavens, I fainted. I had reached the point where my body refused to be aware of the agony that was being inflicted upon it any longer and I simply passed out.

The next thing I was aware of was someone slapping on my face.

I looked up, blinking my eyes, and realized that my brother was standing over me.

That seemed impossible because I could still feel him inside my ass hole and inside my pussy slit. Straining, in my awkward position, to look down at my pussy, I could see that there was nothing there. I could feel some moisture around my ass hole. It was the thick and hot feel of the liquid which shoots from cocks.

I knew then that my brother had left a load of that liquid up inside my bottom hole.

Frightened, I looked up at Asher and said, "Please? Can't you untie me now?"

"You tried to bite my prick before," he said.

"You frightened me," I said. "I never imagined doing such a thing as that."

"Now, I should punish you." His voice was calm and cruel.

"Punish?" I asked, looking up at him and curious for clarification.

He took a step closer to me and I cried out, "No! Don't! Let me make it up to you."

"Make it up to me? Would you make up the humiliation that your friend caused me that day by the stream? Would you make up the day you refused me my pleasure?"

It was typical of Sodom logic that he was making reference to incidents when he had tried to attack me and I had saved myself or been saved. He was selfish and only saw things from his own perspective, refusing to realize that there was another side to the story.

But, since I was tied up and about to face punishment, I knew that it wasn't the time to discuss such things with him. Trying to placate him was my only choice.

"Now you want to make it up to me, do you?" he snapped, a sly grin on his face.

I knew that the grin signified something he was thinking of. He was plotting.

Nodding his head, he said, "I'll give you a chance to get out of the punishment."

My eyes widened. I waited to hear what he would say. "You can't make up for the things that happened before, but at least you can make up for the final insult you did to me."

"Final insult? Which one was that?" I asked him.

Laughing and kneeling beside my bound body, he said, "Why, when you refused to take my prick in your mouth."

He was holding his cock in his hand. It was swollen and stiff once more. He brought it to my lips and rubbed it there. As soon as I inhaled I could smell the anal sex that he had just indulged in. I pulled my lips away from it.

"Please," I said. "If you just clean it off, I will gladly..

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face up a little bit as he snarled, "I didn't give you a choice. I didn't ask you to make conditions! I told you that you could take my prick in your mouth rather than getting punished."

"It's dirty from..." I didn't get a chance to continue.

As soon as he pushed his cock head into my mouth, my teeth brushed over it. He grabbed me by the neck as he said, "If I feel your teeth even brushing my cock, I'll kill you."

It was a real enough threat. My brother knew that no native of Sodom was ever convicted of a murder. I also knew that my brother was capable of such an act.

I tried to open my jaw as wide as I could so that his cock could slip into my mouth. I tried to stop breathing so that I would be less aware of the foul aroma on his huge thing.

Soon he was rubbing it back and forth in my throat, pressing it down on my tongue and slamming the head of it against the back of my throat.

Each time that he pushed into my mouth, I could feel his flat belly pressing against my nose and I could feel his heavy testicles pressing against my chin.

It seemed like it could have been a pleasant enough thing to do, but my brother had to make it unpleasant. He had made everything in my life unpleasant.

Even as I was servicing my brother's big prick I was still worried about what those three girls were doing to my beloved Goz. Could I ever look into Goz's eyes again?

CHAPTER THREE

It was awkward for a while after that. There were two months when I never really left my father's tent. I didn't trust anyone or anything.

When I walked about, I was always holding the knife by the handle.

During that time, my brother, Asher, announced that he would be marrying Belda.

There was a wild feast that my father planned, but I refused to attend. No one in the family really cared. Such ceremony was purely for pleasure.

During those two months, I passed Goz often. At first I would not meet his eyes and then when I did look at him, I would see that he was not meeting my eyes.

Finally, my heart sick and lonely, I was coming back from the market one day. Someone came up behind me and as I felt the nearness I grabbed my knife and swung around.

Fortunately, I had not lunged forward with the knife.

There was a long nervous moment. I think it was helped by the fact that we were both just as nervous. Then he started to smile and laugh. I suppose he did that because he felt nervous.

But, it was as though he was laughing about the knife. I joined in the laughter.

Then, when the laughter stopped, he softly asked, "May I walk with you?"

I nodded my head and he took the things that I had been carrying back from the market.

For a long time we walked together without saying anything. We were both thinking of the same thing. That's for sure. But, we didn't dare speak the words.

"Do you blame me for what happened to you that day?" he asked me.

I turned to look at him, shocked that he should think such a thing. "How could I blame you, Goz?" I asked. "Those girls attacked you. When I came into the grove you were already naked and bound and there was nothing you could do."

"But, I let myself get caught by the girls. When I saw a form approaching in female robes I thought it was you. I thought I would surprise you and pretend to be sleeping."

"Don't go on," I said. "I know the rest of the story."

We were silent again and then he said, "You cried out for me to save you from your beastly brother and I was helpless. I was so ashamed."

"No, Goz," I said. "I was the one who had a chance to save you. But, I was clumsy and I made a mess of things. If only I hadn't been so impetuous."

He touched my hand tentatively, as if we hadn't been lovers for all that time.

I turned to him and said, "I've missed you."

"There is no one else in Sodom who could give me the pleasure you do," he said.

"But, now that I've been handled by Asher and he forced me to do such things for him, I feel dirty and soiled. I can't stand it, Goz."

"You would never be dirty or soiled," he assured me.

With that, we rushed the market things back to my father's tent and then we went into the hills to find a private place where we could make love.

Since I had been through the acts of sex that the people in Sodom preferred, I had learned a greater appreciation of actual lovemaking, which, as far as I knew, was something that only Goz and I, of all the other inhabitants, shared together.

There was a grassy spot on the side of a hill and as far as we could see we were unobserved from any vantage point. Together, we embraced.

It felt so wonderful to be in his arms once again and to hold him close.

He was rubbing his body against mine and his hands were exploring every inch of my form just as if he had never before been naked with me.

I reached down for his prick and rubbed my fingers over it. There was some moisture on the head of his cock and I used my thumb to rub it into the flesh.

The side of his index finger was rubbing up and down over the moist wrinkled flesh of my pussy, as if he were urging even more juice out of me.

I swallowed hard as I looked into Goz's eyes and said, "There's something I want to do."

"Go ahead," he said, moving his head slightly. "I can refuse you nothing."

Quickly, because I was frightened of what his reaction would be, I moved my face down toward his prick. I opened my lips and took the full length of his cock in my mouth.

I could feel the thick cock head pressing against the back of my throat and I could feel the wrinkled ball sacs up against my chin. My lips were wrapped completely around the very base of the cock. I started to move my face up and down on the pole.

When I heard Goz groaning, I knew that he approved of what I was doing.

I started to slide my lips up and down on his cock even faster.

His slim hips were moving as if he wanted to fuck me in the mouth. In fact, I suppose that is just what he was doing. He was fucking me in the mouth.

He was mashing his balls against my chin and grinding them there.

I could feel the scratchy sensation of the curly hairs that were at the base of his cock. They were rubbing against my nose. It was wonderful.

Then I slid my lips all the way off his prick. I really felt that I was making love to his cock, just the way that I normally made love to his whole body.

My tongue pressed against the very head of his hard manhood.

I slid my tongue down the length of it and got the whole thing very wet. Then I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked on it. I pressed the firm, egg-shaped testicle up against the roof of my mouth and then I excited it with my tongue.

Opening my mouth wide, I slid my teeth around the wrinkled flesh of the sac.

Then I nipped at the flesh and the boy shuddered with delight.

My tongue began to explore the tight and hot area that was locked away between his balls and his thighs. He was pressing his legs together excitedly.

That made it even more exciting for me. I had to force my tongue up into that hot area. The perspiration that was gathered there was pungent and musky.

I wanted to lick it all. I knew then that I loved every bit of this boy.

While I was doing that, he was turning his body around. I hardly realized what he was doing until I felt something moist against my pussy lips.

I smiled to myself as I realized that he was licking my pussy while I was tonguing his prick. He wanted to give me pleasure just as I was giving him pleasure.

His tongue pressed hotly against my pussy slit and then I felt it sliding along one of the wrinkled lips. Then he slid his tongue up the other lip. I could tell that there was already drooling moisture on that lip of flesh. He had licked it up.

There was a pause then. Was he tasting the moisture that had oozed out of my pussy? How would he like it? Would he want to have more of it?

A moment after the pause, I felt his tongue back in action once again.

He pushed his tongue hard against the lips of flesh and they parted. Then his tongue pressed inside me and I could feel the lips surrounding the invading mouth muscle.

When he did that, I took the full length of his cock in my throat.

My lips were sliding up and down on the cock while his tongue was pushing in and out of my pussy. We both began to do those things at the same tempo.

I could feel the steady beat of his tongue getting faster and faster.

He was pressing hard against the moist flesh of my pussy and I could feel my slit responding.

Suddenly, my pussy collapsed around his invading tongue. The walls tightened up as if they wanted to make his tongue a prisoner inside of their cage.

My whole body reacted violently to the orgasm that, was in my pussy slit.

I felt my legs and my arms going stiff. Even my mouth tensed up. I could feel the muscles of my throat tightening around the head of Goz's hard cock.

And that was what brought him over the verge of his own orgasm.

His balls rubbed across my nose and I felt the wrinkled flesh against my nostrils. Then the base of his cock grew even thicker than it had been.

His prick started to shoot load after load of hot cum against the back of my throat.

When my brother's cock had shot into my throat, I had been repulsed. He had forced me to swallow his seed by holding my nose tightly. But, most of it still drooled out of my lips.

Now, with Goz, the one I loved, I anxiously swallowed the juice that was shooting from his cock.

Each time that more of it shot out of the head of his hard manhood, I swallowed. Each time I swallowed, my throat muscles pressed together and that only urged even more of the juice out of his balls and up through the length of his pole.

When we finally separated, we pressed our bodies together.

Looking into my eyes, he said, "I never did anything with those three other women."

"It's all right," I said, kissing his eyes. "It doesn't matter."

Shaking his head, he said, "No. As far as I'm concerned I never did anything with those three female creatures. I hated them and they forced me to do things. As far as I am concerned also, you never did anything with Asher.

"It doesn't matter what you did with him since you were forced."

I kissed him on the lips and said, "You are the only one I have ever wanted."

His voice was soft and conspiratorial as he said, "I've been thinking of leaving Sodom."

"Leaving?" It was a shock for me. There was desert around us.

Holding my hands, he said, "With you, of course. I would take you along."

"B-but, to go to a strange city would mean death," I insisted.

Shaking his head, Goz said, "I've been hearing stories. I don't think that other cities are like our city. I don't think that other cities put strangers to death."

I was confused by that and he continued, "Have you not seen the way that traders and caravans approach the gates of our city as if they were approaching in peace? Clearly they travel from one city to another. Many of them are old and look like they have been doing that same thing for long years. It is becoming clear to me that only Sodom offers its unique hospitality to strangers. Anyway, how could any other city be worse than this one?"

He had a point there. But, I knew that it was crime to discuss or consider leaving Sodom. There were many things which were crimes in our city. We had already committed some.

And yet, that crime that he was suggesting seemed so sweet to me as to actually give me hope for the future. I will confess on these pages that I had been disheartened in many things. At first simply having Goz to love was enough.

It had proved to me that there really was love possible even in the horrible place where we lived. And it made my days bearable to think that I could have a few moments of pleasant pleasure with my beloved Goz, and that I could bring pleasure to him.

But, as our relationship wore on, there were other concerns that haunted me. I began to think of the future and what it would bring for the two of us.

Surely we would marry, but would we have children? When we had children, would those offspring be brought up in the tradition of Sodom? Would they learn to hate and fear?

I don't know why I am not like the others and I don't know why Goz is not like the others, but I cannot deny that we are both different.

It would be a nightmare to have to raise children who agreed with our neighbors that cruelty was the only way in life and that sex was meant to be vicious and painful.

Now, he had spoken a suggestion that I had not dared even speak in my brain. He had proposed that we leave Sodom and try to go to another city.

Quickly, I nodded my head. I was as guilty as he of the suggestion.

We embraced hotly and then we remained on that hillside for the rest of the day.

But, I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I must stop writing.



* * *



I am back in my cell now. When I heard the sound of someone coming down the hall I hid these papers as fast as I could. It was not easy. I stuffed them under the straw that I use for sleeping and I had just readjusted the straw when the door of my cell opened.

Perhaps I am a fool for having started to write these things down. I just feel that I need to share my feelings and that I need to share all that has happened.

Up until now I have always been able to share things with Goz. Even when I did not see him for a while, I would store the bit of information and be aware that when I saw him, he would be able to share whatever it was that I wanted to say.

When I started to write these things down I did not even know whether Goz was dead or alive. Now, I know that he is alive and yet my heart is not glad.

He might as well be dead to me. He is completely inaccessible to me and the people who are our jailers would never allow us to be together ever again.

The other reason that I cannot rejoice in the news that Goz still lives is that I know that both of us will face tortures and indignities at the hands of our jailers.

In the moments when I stop to think of that, I wish that I were dead. When I stop and realize that Goz is living, I know that he too will have to face the cruel wrath of the jailers.

And yet, for all of these negative thoughts, there is yet hope.

There is still the chance that Goz and I will be able to escape. I hear sounds in the night and the sensible side of me is filled with fear. Perhaps the sound in the night is of some jailer who is coming here to carry me off to some dread torture.

But, there is another side of me that is not sensible. It is the side of me that decided to write this down and to recount the story that has passed.

When I hear the sound in the night, I hope that it will be Goz. I imagine that he has escaped from his prison and that he has come to rescue me. Not sensible at all!

Let me continue with the story. I know that if they discover this document they will be able to use it against me. But, then again, in the system that is called justice here in Sodom, they will convict me even without this document.

Perhaps, as they lead me off to my death, I shall hand them this document. I shall hold my head up and tell them that I knew what I wanted. Let them read this document and see the way that I defied them. That would be a fine moment for me.

But, then again, they would probably only destroy it.

They would probably simply look at the pages and bum them without reading them.

And yet, I persist in writing. Why do I write when there is no hope? Why do I hope when it is hopeless? It must be that side of me which refuses to be sensible.

Perhaps, and this would be the most sensible thing of all, I am just writing this to keep me occupied in the small cell. Perhaps the paper and the ink were left here not by accident but because they wanted to encourage such activity.

I do not know what the end of it will be.

When the door of my cell opened, the two jailers stood there. They escorted me to the main courtroom. This whole structure which is in the center of our city, is made of stone and clay. It is the most impressive building in Sodom.

My cell is in the level which is below the ground. We walked up a narrow flight of stairs to the main level of the building, our way lighted by torches which are the only illumination here. I cannot tell at any time if it is day or night.

Other than the two paltry meals which are served to me, there is nothing to mark off the passing of the day for me in my cell. It is most distressing.

When we entered the courtroom, I saw that Goz was already standing on the other side of the room. There was quite a crowd and the people who sell refreshments were doing a wonderful business. The crowd loves the entertainment of the trials.

The judge read the accusation, "These two are charged with lovemaking."

I looked down at the floor. There was jeering from the crowd.

Someone called out, "Strip them!" Then the whole crowd started to chant, "Strip them naked."

The guards behind me quickly complied, ripping my robes from my body so that I stood completely naked in front of the town. I looked across toward Goz and saw that he was also naked. He was so embarrassed that his penis had shrivelled up.

One of the men in the crowd called out, "I've got more than that, girl. You could do it with me."

Everyone laughed, including the judge. Then the judge called to my brother, Asher.

Asher, that evil viper, stepped up to the judge and stood in front of him, facing the crowd. The judge said, "Tell us what you saw and heard on that hill."

"I saw the two of them naked together," Asher began. "So, I figured I would watch them and get a thrill. They did look very nice together." The audience liked that remark.

He continued, "But, as I was watching them I noticed that there was something strange about what they were doing. I've been with plenty of girls in my time so I know the way to slam it to a female. There have also been incidents where women have used me for their pleasure, so I know what that's like as well."

Everyone in the crowd was listening intently as he said, "But, these two were different. They were lying on their sides, rubbing up and down lightly. He was moving slow and she was moving just as slow. I saw them put their lips together. I can't imagine why they did that.

"Then they both jutted their tongues out of their mouths and rubbed the tips of their tongues together, back and forth. She put her tongue into his mouth, willingly. And then, with her tongue in his mouth, he didn't seem to do anything."

Laughing, Asher said. "I mean, if any girl had put her tongue in between my teeth, you can bet that she wouldn't have a tongue left when I was through with her."

The people joined in the laughter. Asher continued, "Then he rolled on top of her. Now, mind you, he didn't push her over and she didn't struggle at all.

"He got on top of her and then I heard her grunting and groaning. But, she was making those noises as if she really liked what was going on. She was saying, 'Yes!' and she was telling him to put it into her. Now, mind you, she wasn't commanding him to put it in her. She was telling him softly and sweetly, the way you would entice a bird into a trap.

"So, I figured, this is my own sister and I can't imagine her being a party to this perversity! I never heard of two people doing it together that way.

"Perhaps she's just enticing him into her and then she's going to do something to him.

"But, once he was inside of her, she tossed her legs around him and she was pressing her feet down against the bare cheeks of his ass. I watched as his ass moved up and down, pumping his cock into her. She seemed to be encouraging him and he was loving it.

"Well, by then I figured that it was hopeless for my sister. It was clear that she wanted to have tender love rather than real rough sex. It was clear that she had broken the laws of Sodom." Asher pointed an accusing finger at me.

I stood tall and proud, knowing that the men in the crowd were glaring at my nudity.

The judge said, "But, what of the boy? Is he guilty too?"

"Up to that point, I figured that perhaps the boy really wasn't guilty," Asher said with an insinuatingly sweet tone in his voice. "After all, I hadn't seen the start of it. It was possible that he had attacked her and that she had then submitted to him in a manner unbecoming to a person of Sodom. In that case, how could he be blamed.

"We all know that it is the goal of all the lusty men of Sodom to take their pleasure where they may. What man could turn down such a sweet pussy as that of my sister? And, if she wished to encourage him, there would be no way he could put fight into her. "But, this boy proved to be as guilty as my sister. When he was still in the middle of fucking her, he stopped and slid out of her pussy slit.

"She started to protest what he was doing and she complained that she wanted him to finish. For a moment, I was filled with delight. I figured that I was finally seeing proper sex as we here in Sodom like to do it. I was waiting for them to fight it out.

"But, the boy simply laughed and said that he wanted to give her pleasure. Can you imagine such a perverse notion? He actually wanted to give her pleasure!"

There were some audible reactions from the audience. I tried to stand tall and proud, but it wasn't easy. I was looking at my bare feet, embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes.

Asher continued, "I never saw such a thing in my life. Goz moved his lips down to my sister's pussy slit. She spread her legs apart and he willingly slid his tongue up and down along her crack, trying to push his tongue inside of her.

"Everyone knows that here in Sodom a girl must capture a boy and tie him up in order to force him to service her slit with his tongue!

And, likewise, if a boy wants to get his pleasure from a girl, he must capture her and tie her up in the same way.

"But, no sooner did he have his tongue against her pussy slit, then she was running her fingers through his hair. I heard her clearly say, 'I love you, Goz, and I would do anything for you'. And he replied as he lifted his lips from her pussy, 'You know that I love you as well'. Being a good citizen of Sodom, I could not stand to hear such talk.

"Immediately, I rushed down the hill to find some guards. I know that I had passed some upon leaving the city walls. Two of them followed me to the spot and there they saw these two embracing and rubbing their lips together in that disgusting way."

Then my brother turned to look at the judge as if he was waiting for another question.

But, the judge looked up and said, "Let me hear from the two guards."

When the two guards stepped up to the judge, they were both glaring at me.

The old man behind the table asked, "What did you see when you went up to the hill?"

"The two of them that are up here now were naked together," the first guard said.

The second guard nodded his head as the first continued, "But, they weren't doing it like any other man and woman I had ever seen. They were lying there together as if they enjoyed being like that. He was running his hand over her tits."

"Yeah!" the second guard announced. "And she had her finger around the base of his prick. She wasn't actually jerking on it. She was just lightly touching it."

"Of course we arrested them and brought them here," the first guard snapped.

"Of course!" the second agreed as he licked his lips and stared at my body.

"Well," the judge laughed. "No one can say that we didn't give them a fair trial. Anyone who is a citizen of Sodom, born of Sodom, will be given a fair trial."

He looked at me and seemed to be assessing my body as he said, "My opinion is that the two of them should be given a chance."

There were shouts from the crowd. They knew what they wanted and they wanted to see us both killed. My blood ran cold as I listened to both sides. The crowd was vicious enough, but there was something very unpleasant in the judge's suggestion. I didn't know what he meant by giving the two of us a chance. I didn't trust him.

He shouted for silence and the guards all pointed their sharp spears at the crowd, ready to start prodding people, an act which always produced some blood.

As I watched, a few of the zealous people in the back of the crowd, pushed forward knowing that they were shielded from the spears by the people in the front. Of course they also succeeded in pushing some of the front people into the points of the spears. There were fights and arguments mingled with the laughter in the crowd.

And the judge was still shouting for silence. When there was some order in the place, he said, "They are children of Sodom. It is not as if they were strangers. And, I say this for them; although they have clearly broken the law, I will give them a chance to prove that it was a mistake.

"Our law clearly states that anyone who thinks differently from the rules of the Sodom way of life will be executed. It is a fine and fair law and it seems to me that the way these two were acting up on the hill shows that they did break it.

"But, I think it might provide us with some fun if the two of them are trained." The judge paused for emphasis. There were some hushed whispers in the crowd and then he went on, "The first part of my sentence on them is simply this. They will undergo training in how to be true citizens of Sodom. A group of men will train the girl. A group of women will take charge of the boy."

I was horrified. I did not know what he meant by training and even more fearful was the way he had said that this was only the first part of his sentence. I wondered what other parts of it were still to come. And, I also wondered what results he expected from the training.

With that, the guards pulled me naked from the courtroom. As I was being dragged down the dull stairs, knowing that my beloved was being dragged down the stairs on the other side of the court, the two guards stopped. One rubbed his body against the front of my naked form and the other was rubbing his body against the back of my body.

The one in front of me seemed to be looking over his shoulder at the guard in back of me. I turned around and I saw the sly look on the face of the guard behind me.

They both agreed on just what they were going to do. I could tell that the guard behind me had already pulled his robes apart. I could feel the heat of his hard prick pressing against the smooth flesh of my ass cheeks and pushing into the crack.

He was rubbing it back and forth. The guard in front of me, a little bit taller than the other one, pulled on my legs so that I was leaning backwards.

"I'll scream!" I said, softly, as I felt the head of the shorter guard's cock up against the crack of my ass. "I'm warning you. I'll scream."

Both guards laughed and the one who was about to fuck my ass said, "What good will that do? If you scream, you'll only attract others and they'll want to fuck you also."

"Yes!" the other guard agreed. "And you don't have that many more holes."

The man behind me was pulling on the cheeks of my ass, kneading the flesh with his fingers and trying to pull me open. Finally, he managed to get the head of his cock into the hole and then he pushed forward. I grunted out loud.

As that man's cock pushed me forward, the other man spread my legs and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy lips. His thick fingers were pulling on the lips of my pussy and spreading them apart. Then he pushed the flared head of his cock into the opening.

He didn't give me a chance to relax or anything. He shoved forward. When he pushed forward like that, he managed to push me onto the other man's cock.

Then I was stuffed with two big cocks. The other had been forced all the way up my ass just as the taller man had pushed his all the way into my pussy.

The two of them quickly started to fuck me. One was pushing and shoving on his hard cock in my ass and the other was slamming all the way into my tender slit.

I could feel them slapping together in the center of my body. Both of them were pushing their cocks against that membrane that was in the middle of my body. I felt that between the combined pressure of what they were both doing, they would bore a hole right in the middle of me.

The one in my pussy was the first to start cumming. But, as soon as he felt that pressure in him, he slid his cock quickly out of my slit. He splashed his gism all over my belly and my tits. Then the one in my ass began to shoot his load into me.

Even though they believed in the Sodom creed about taking any sex wherever they could, they also followed the rule about not having an orgasm in a pussy. They did not want to get me with child. Although, considering the predicament I am presently in, I don't know that being pregnant would make it any worse in any way.

The one in my ass hole, reached around and began to finger my pussy. Of course it was very slippery because his friend had just been fucking me there.

"We listened to all that nonsense in the court about wanting to give pleasure to each other and we were so touched that now I want to give you pleasure!" He laughed viciously and pressed his fingers hotly against my pussy slit. Of course, he had said the words in a mocking way and he did not mean anything about giving me pleasure.

"I want you to cum!" he snarled in my ear as his fingers dug into my pussy slit.

I cried out, weakly, very frightened.

"Cum, damn you!" he hissed. His cock was in my ass hole.

Concentrating as hard as I could, I finally managed to fake an orgasm for him. fie seemed to know that it was a fake because he had not felt my ass hole tightening around his hard cock quite enough. Grudgingly, he pulled his thick cock out of my bottom hole.

Then he slapped me across my bare ass and pushed me toward my cell.

A few minutes later I heard the guards outside my door, f tensed up. Were they going to attack me again? I just wanted to be left alone!

The door opened and one of them tossed my robes into my cell. That was all.

But, as I was writing this, I heard a voice call to me from the hall. The guard tauntingly said that I should get a good night's sleep because I was going to have the beginning of my instructions the following day. In this journal I will admit that I am frightened.

Perhaps I will never return to this cell and perhaps I will never get a chance to write in here again. The people of Sodom are known for lying and for using the wrong words for things, almost as a mocking game. Perhaps when they say 'instructions' and 'training', they are referring to tortures and to death.

I only hope that it is over fast, but knowing the ways of Sodom, I doubt it will be.

CHAPTER FOUR

Is it possible that I am grateful for another chance to see this cell?

That seems impossible to me, but when they brought me into the cell, I fell on the floor and wept. When they had taken me out of the cell, I thought I would never see it again.

Once I had wiped the tears from my eyes and dragged my battered body to the pile of straw, I remembered this document and I wanted to write in it. But, I was too weak and tired to write. I kept passing back and forth between sleep and wakefulness.

The sleep would come from exhaustion, but then I would wake up because there was too much pain in my body for me to be able to relax.

Now, as I look toward the door of my cell I can see a plate of food. But, how long ago was it left there? I do not know. How long have I been in this cell since coming back from my torments? Even if I knew when the good had arrived I would not know how much time had passed since I was brought back to this cell.

But, let me go back. Let me go back to the time when my body was still healthy but tired. I had not slept at all during the previous hours, so concerned was I about their plans for me.

Then the door swung open and the two guards were here to take me away.

As they pushed me up the stairway, they were especially surly. One of them hissed at me, "They decided that we weren't good enough to train you."

"Yeah!" the other one snapped. "They sold chances."

"Chances?" I asked, confused about what was going on.

"The men who are going to train you all paid for the honor."

I was pushed, naked, into a room. I looked around and realized that there was a balcony over me that was filled with men who had come to watch the spectacle.

Up in the balcony I saw my younger brother, his hand inside his robe.

Then a door opened and six men filed into the room. Among them there was my father and my older brother, Asher. My eyes narrows to thin slits as I saw them.

"On the slab with her!" one of the men called out.

All the men were wearing white loincloths. Some of them already showed huge lumps. I was grabbed by the wrists and tossed onto a large slab that was in the middle of the room.

They tossed me onto my belly and then they pulled my arms out wide. They clamped things around my wrists and at the same time they stretched my legs out and clamped things around my ankles to hold me down in place. I was spread wide.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that the man who had given the order, the leader of the group, was holding a long, leather whip. He raised it up over his shoulder and he slashed it down across my back. I could feel the sting and fire of the leather slicing through my white flesh all the way from my shoulder down to my upper thighs.

Then he raised it at an angle and slapped it across my ass cheeks, leaving a vicious slice across the flesh there. I cried out in pain once again.

"So?" he said. "You think that you want love?"

I remained silent. The whip sliced into my flesh once again. At the spot where it crossed the line which was already there from the previous slashing of the whip, I could feel the heat of the blood which was coaxed forth from my flesh.

"You will answer when you are addressed by your elders."

There were some laughs from the men in the balcony.

"I want to know whether you want love, girl!" he screamed.

"The court has found me guilty of that crime," I answered, softly. "If the court of Sodom says that it is so, then it must be so."

The man with the whip actually laughed. I was surprised that he did not slice the hot leather into me once again as he said, "Good answer. We all respect the court!"

Then he came closer to me and said, "But, do you wish to change?"

I turned my head to the side and said, "Wish to change?"

"Do you wish to become a real woman of Sodom and forget about love?"

I opened my lips, but could not speak. I didn't know how to answer him. He pulled my hair and said, "Do not lie to me! If you were with Goz now what would you want to do?"

I could feel the tense silence in the room. I couldn't lie to him. Slowly, I said, "I would want to make love to Goz. That is all I would want to do."

Screaming into my ear, the leader shouted, "Wouldn't you want to whip him and slap him around? Wouldn't you want to bite him and force him to submit to your will?"

"It doesn't have to be that way!" I cried out.

There was more laughter from the balcony and then the leader grabbed up a big metal thing. He said, "This is to help teach you what men will do to you."

My eyes widened as I looked at the metal thing. At the top it was no thicker than an ordinary penis. But, it kept getting wider and wider as it went toward the base, until, at the very base of it, it seemed as wide as my rounded hips.

And, all along the sides of the thing, there were metal spikes sticking up.

He pressed the head of it against my bottom hole. I could feel the metal rasping against my dry flesh. I wanted to beg them to lubricate it, but considering the size and configuration of the thing, lubrication would have been meaningless.

The leader pushed on the thing and snapped, "You will learn that men are thoughtless and that they only want you for their pleasures."

Simply because I wanted to be defiant, I shouted out, "That's the way you are. But that is not the way of my beloved. He knows how to make me happy and that makes the sex he enjoys the most delightful of all because we both enjoy it."

I was looking over my shoulder and I saw that the first spike was just about to make contact with the flesh of my anus as one of the other men pulled the leader away.

The men seemed to be arguing. ! heard my brother's voice clear and strong as he shouted, "I didn't pay just to watch you get her all stretched out with that thing."

I realized what the argument was about. And, I found out soon enough who won.

Coming back over to the slab upon which I was laid out, the leader pulled the thing out of my anal opening. Then he shouted some commands at the men, as if to prove that he was still in charge there. They quickly untied me and tossed me onto my back.

My arms were attached to the same straps, those which were over my head, and my feet were also attached to those straps so that my legs were up over my head.

Then there were hands brushing over my pussy slit and my ass hole.

But, I was hardly aware of those things. I was very much aware of the pain on the flesh of my back and on my ass cheeks. Because of the lash of the whip that had bitten into my flesh, it was agonizing to have my back pressing against the table.

And, it was also horrible to have my legs pulled up in that position. I could feel the soft, white flesh on my ass cheeks being stretched out over my tautly pulled muscles.

The leader was conferring with the group of men once again.

Then my father stepped forward from the group. He looked up at the balcony and the men there cheered him. Then he pulled at the loincloth he was wearing.

I had seen him naked before that, but I had never seen him like that, approaching my naked and bound body as he stroked his hard prick.

He climbed on top of the slab where I was tied up and he continued to stroke his prick. He had a firm and hairy body. It seemed to me that my brother Asher, who was so close and also so close to nudity himself, would grow up to have the same sort of body. His cock head pressed against my bottom hole and he pulled my ass cheeks apart.

"Is this what you raised me for, Father?" I asked, quickly, not really sure where the words came from or why I had spoken so boldly.

"I raised you to be like all our neighbors. I don't know where you went wrong."

"And because I'm different, you would treat me in this fashion."

His cock head was still poised against my bottom hole as he said, "I am a good citizen of Sodom. If they decided that you were to be executed, I would join in that execution." Pressing forward, I could feel the flared head of his cock entering my bottom hole.

The men were all standing around, shouting words of encouragement to my father. Then he pushed in a little bit further as he shouted, "This will teach you never to trust anyone."

I remembered that horrible story that my father always told. It was true.

He would pull on one of my ass cheeks as if to detach the flesh that was holding his invading cock in place. Then he would pull on my other ass cheek and turn his hips in the other direction so as to detach the flesh that was clinging to his cock on that side.

Working in one direction and then in another, he finally got the full length of it inside of me. Then he turned to the balcony and shouted, "I'll show her some fancy stuff."

He slammed into me and then pulled out. But, he wasn't satisfied to just do that.

My father turned his hips in one direction and slammed into me, knowing that the head of his cock was slapping into the other side of my bottom hole. Then he would turn his hips the other way and slam into me once more.

Each time that he pushed into my body, it came as a surprise, since I really couldn't tell which direction his manhood was going to slam the next time.

Then, while my father was doing that to me, one of the men started to unstrap my left leg. He pulled it over and then strapped it onto the same side as my right leg.

In essence, my legs were still up, exposing my bottom hole, but I was on my side.

My brother, Asher, got onto the slab behind me and I realized that he was going to try to do something to me, but I couldn't imagine what it would be.

While my father's cock was still sliding in and out of my ass hole, my older brother pulled on the flesh of my anal opening. My mind was racing. It was impossible. He could not expect to get his cock into my ass hole while my father's cock was already in it.

But, before I realized what was happening, Asher had the head of his broad cock pressed up against my bottom hole and he was pulling at the back of my bottom hole.

My father was still slamming quickly in and out of the hot hole and I could feel the moist friction that was growing around the tight enclosure that he was stretching out.

Asher managed to press his cock head into my ass hole. I was stretched so wide then that I felt certain I would split right down the middle. And yet, there was more to come.

Each time that my father pushed his cock back into my ass hole, Asher's cock would shove up a little bit at the same time. My father seemed completely oblivious to my brother's prick being there. He was just fucking my bottom at his own pleasant tempo.

But, then as he continued to push in and out, he was helping Asher.

When our father pulled his cock back, Asher would try to hold his hips firmly in place so that the force of the move would not pull his cock out of me.

Then, when the older man pushed in, Asher would slide in a little further along with him.

Finally, I knew that Asher had the full length of his cock up my ass hole. He started to slide in and out of me and I could hear claps and words of encouragement from the men watching.

The main trouble was that the two men who were inside me were not moving at the same tempo. One would push into me and the other would pull out of me. But, then there were moments when they would both push into me at the same time and I was sure that I would split.

And there were other moments when they would both pull out of me at the same time. Rather than feeling the flesh springing back into place when that happened, I would feel a hollow emptiness because of it. They filled me so much and they had stretched me out so far that I could not feel the normal responsiveness of my ass muscles.

There were more shouts from the crowd. I could tell that my father was speeding up his tempo. He was huffing and puffing and there was perspiration on his body.

Then I felt one of the cocks slamming into me very hard. It turned out to be my father's. I could tell it was his from the look in his eyes, although my bottom hole was so numb that I could hardly feel which cock was which all the way through it.

I could feel his thick cock blasting out load after load of hot gism into my ass hole. My father shouted out in a loud voice. I suppose he wanted to announce to the men in the balcony that he was in the midst of having his orgasm.

There were cheers and shouts from the men who were watching.

I could tell that one of the cocks, my father's, was no longer moving inside me. The other cock was moving even faster. Despite the way that it was forcing my ass hole open, the second cock was sliding easily because of the lubrication of the gism.

And finally, the second cock came to a standstill inside of me.

Even after both of them had pulled their cocks out of my ass hole, I could not clamp the cheeks together again. They had really pulled me wide apart.

And I could also feel the drooling liquid that was sliding out from my bottom hole.



* * *



With a great deal of pinching and slapping of my body, the men carried me to a courtyard that was right next to the room. I looked up and there were still the same people on the balcony. I' realized that they were now looking down from the other side of a balcony that was half indoors and half outdoors.

I turned away from them as the men around me strapped me to the ground.

"Do you still want love in your life?" the leader asked me.

How could I answer him? He didn't understand that the pain I had been through caused me to want love in my life even more than I had before!

But, if I told him that, he would simply find more punishments for me.

"No!" I said, gritting my teeth. "I want to bite your rotten cock off and spit it at your face!"

The men all laughed and then the leader dropped his loincloth and held his cock in his hand. For a long moment he stood there, playing with it and getting it hard.

It was very large when he was finished. I was spread out as I had been originally. My legs and arms were spread very wide. He pressed the head of his big thing against the lips of my pussy slit and then silently worked it into me.

When I say that he was silent I am not talking about the crowd. They were enjoying it and shouting rude things at him as he continued to push forward.

I could feel the flesh of my pussy spreading out wide.

He was all the way inside me and I could feel his balls resting against my spread thighs.

Then he just stayed there. He was leaning on his arms and looking down at my face. I wondered what he was waiting for. And then, after a long moment I felt something wet in the depths of my pussy.

At first I assumed that it had to be cum, but then I realized that it was impossible. He could not have shot his load by remaining perfectly still inside me.

Then I realized that it was too thin to be cum. It was also burning hot.

My eyes widened. He was urinating up my pussy hole.

"No!" I screamed out. "Stop! Don't do that!"

Naturally my response got quite a wildly enthusiastic reaction from the crowd. They wanted to hear me beg and they wanted to see me squirming on the ground.

Finally, the leader, laughing raucously, pulled his prick from my pussy. He shook it so that the last few drops of his foul liquid landed on my belly.

Since I was tied up, I could not sit up to try to let the disgusting yellow liquid dribble out of me. I could feel it slowly oozing from my pussy slit.

"If any of you others want to relieve yourselves, go ahead!"

"Why?" I shouted at him. "Didn't I tell you that I changed? Wasn't that enough for you to hear? Why must you continue to torment me when I told you I don't want love!"

Spinning around, he snapped, "You'll have plenty of chance to prove the truth of your words."

What did he mean by that? In what way was I to prove the truth of my words?

I looked up and saw that two other men were standing over me. One of them began to urinate at my face. I shut my eyes, but not tight enough or fast enough.

At the same time, I could feel the stinging pressure of the stream of piss that was splashing from the cock of the other man. He was aiming it all over my body.

Then, with my eyes still shut, I heard another man shouting, "How am I to fuck her pussy, now that you've gotten it all wet with your piss?"

"You've had your cock in worse places!" It was the leader's voice.

All the other men laughed.

I still didn't dare open my eyes because of the piss.

Then I felt a pressure against my pussy lips and I knew that the other man was actually going to put it into me, despite his protests as to the cleanliness of my cunt.

After that fucking was over, and the piss had dripped from my face, I was lying there with the man's white gism on my belly. He had pulled his cock out in time so that he would not shoot in me and stand a chance of getting me with child.

Leaning over me, solicitously, the leader said, "We know that you miss having something sweet between your legs, and so we want to give you something sweet for that spot."

I remained silent. There was no way for me to respond that would not have simply made matters worse. I just glared up at the man, mistrust marking my face.

Another of the men handed him a pottery pitcher. He held it right over my pussy slit and waited for a long moment. Nothing seemed to be coming out of the pitcher.

But then I saw something very thick that was beginning to form at the spout.

It was the deep golden honey that is made by the villagers of Sodom.

Once it was past the spout, it splashed onto the patch of trimmed, downy hairs that fringed my pussy slit. I felt the thick wetness and the stickiness of the thing.

For a long moment, there was just that puddle on my patch of hairs.

Then the puddle began to ooze down. A little of it dripped over the wrinkled lips of my pussy and I could feel it getting caught there.

Because my legs were spread as wide as they were, the sticky honey had a chance to ooze inside of my cunt slit. I could feel the honey mingling with the piss that was there and with the pussy juice that was drooling from my body.

The leader actually poked my pussy slit with his finger as if he were trying to push more of the honey into that hot hole.

There were laughs all around as he said, "Is that sweet enough for you?"

"I don't know what else you want of me!" I shouted in frustration.

My shout was met with more laughter. The jeers were the worst part of my torment.

Another man came forward with a small teak box. He placed it between my legs and opened the lid as he stepped back. All of the other men stepped back and there were some hushed remarks from the balcony. Then I heard one man cry out, "They're red ants."

Just as he said that, I could feel the red ants on my thighs. They were moving directly toward the honey. One of them, I could tell, had already set foot onto the honey and he was sinking in the mire and the thickness of it.

I could feel the stinger of that ant pressing into my body with his desperate attempts to live. And then he was followed by the others. I could feel the stingers against my flesh as they crawled quickly through the drenched hairs of my pussy patch.

Apparently, the honey was not as thick at certain spots on my cunt hairs and so there were some of the ants who found it easy to scurry right over and start eating the honey.

I could feel their little feelers on my cunt lips and pussy patch and I could feel their sharp faces burying against my flesh as they ate the honey.

All during that ordeal I was squirming in my bonds, my muscles tight against my flesh.

It was unbearable to me and even as I think about it now I keep reaching down to my pussy lips. I keep imagining that I feel the slight and horrifying pressure of the large insects over that sensitive bit of my flesh.

Looking at my pussy now that it is over, I can see that there are some red spots where the desert ants had dug into my flesh and bitten me.

I remember that while it was going on, I became aware of one ant that was quickly rushing up the length of my body. Then I felt him stopping in a sticky pool.

Apparently a bit of the honey had splashed up right under my breast and that one ant was astute enough to sense it was there. I felt him driving into me.

Now, as I write this, I would think that one incident might have been in my imagination, but I can look three inches below my left nipple and see that red spot. It is still shining and fresh and it tells me that the ant really was over there, eating honey from my body.

The men actually left me there. They went inside to get refreshed and to get ready for more, while I remained in that courtyard, strapped to the ground with the ants crawling on my honey-covered body, writhing in agony under their bites.

When the men finally came out into the courtyard once more, they splashed water on me.

They wanted to get rid of the ants and to get rid of the honey. But, some of the sticky honey that was inside my pussy slit remained. I feel certain that some of the ants even remained inside my pussy, although that could have been my imagination.

I was tossed over onto my belly and then one of them took a persimmon and pressed it against my anal opening. I had heard of women who did such things.

The persimmon has a strange quality. Although the taste is delicious, when you eat one it makes your mouth feel dry rather than wet. It coats your tongue and your cheeks so that you wish to have water. The juice of the persimmon can dry up anything.

Many older women rub persimmon over their faces in an effort to pull the skin tight. And, there are stories that persimmons are used by girls who wish to pretend to be virgins. As it is said, the juice of the persimmon will make anything tight once again. And so, with the persimmon juice still drooling up into my bottom hole, the leader of the group of men poked one finger in there. While a few minutes before I had still felt stretched out because of the fucking I had received with two cocks, my bottom hole was clinging around the invading finger as if nothing had previously occurred.

I can hardly even keep track of the things that happened after that. At least, I cannot record" the order in which those things happened.

Even now, a matter of a few hours after all of these things occurred, I cannot write them down in an intelligent manner. Even when it was happening to me, I could not keep track of the order of events that were happening.

As one cock pushed into my pussy, I was never really sure of whose cock it was.

I do recall that the men seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of having one cock in my pussy while another cock was slapping and slamming in my ass hole.

The pressure against the middle of my body was very great and was pushing against me.

And as things progressed, I found that I was failing in strength. The lack of sleep was taking its toll on me. When that would happen, when the leader would determine that I was not being sufficiently responsive to their attentions, the men would take up the whip once again. My ass cheeks were bloodied and as I touch them even now I can feel the fire where the skin was broken in numerous spots on the tender cheeks.

Tiring of that, they tossed me over onto my back and stretched me out like that.

My nipples and my pussy slit were exposed to the men. I was able to watch the whip as it described an arc through the air and raced down toward my body with a whistling sound.

Although I tried to shut my eyes to close out the sight of the vicious leather whip, I could not do it. I kept opening my eyes, frightened that they would surprise me.

And yet, I was wishing that I could be surprised. I begin to think, although the pain of those lashes still scorches in my body, that the lash of the whip was made ten times worse because of the horrid anticipation.

I would see the whip coming straight toward one of my nipples and the flesh would crawl and pull tight across my breast, as if the untouched white flesh wanted to race ahead of the speeding leather. But, there was no place for the flesh to go.

The whip sliced into my pink nipple and then it sliced into the other nipple.

I could feel the searing pain and even now as I write this I can touch my nipple and feel the sliced impression that was left there by the hot leather. That was bad enough although when it first occurred I was certain that the whip had brought forth blood.

And then, the most wretched moment of all was when the point of the lash was aimed directly at my pussy slit. I tensed the muscles inside of my thighs, although I knew that I could not rip the leather straps that were holding me in place.

I had to make one attempt to break free of the horrible bonds before the contact with the whip. But, it was impossible. I felt the whip slicing into the. wrinkled, moist flesh of my pussy lips and I screamed out, an unearthly cry that came from deep in my breast.

The pain was even worse because I had been so foolish as to tense my thighs. But, I cannot imagine any woman so calm who could permit such horrors to be done without reacting in the same way.

It was after my pussy lips had been ripped open by the lash of the whip that I felt fingers down there.

I saw that my father was spreading my bloodied cunt lips apart and he was working his cock against the moist, tight flesh.

"Father?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper so as not to invite more laughter from the men who were watching. "Have you no mercy? Not even you?"

"You wanted to be different. No one told you to be different. Why couldn't you be like everyone else?" His question seemed to have nothing to do with mine.

But, the answer satisfied him. He was soon pressing the head of his hard cock against the flesh of my pussy. I just shut my eyes. The blood was mingling with the pussy juice that was drooling out of my body and they were both hot and thick.

I could feel the broad head of his cock pushing the blood deep into my cunt and sliding it along the walls of moist flesh. It was burning me and it was horrible.

Then he started to stroke in and out of my cunt. He was sliding his cock back and forth, hard and fast. T thought that my pussy was on fire. I suppose that the invasion was causing even more blood to flow from my pussy lips and the fast movements of the man were spreading the blood even more hotly into my cunt flesh.

"Now she's ready for it!" the leader called out.

I had no idea what he meant. I was feeling so confused and hazy. Then I saw him taking out that horrible big metal thing that he had wanted to push into my ass hole the first time around. He pressed it against my bottom hole and then pushed in hard.

I could feel the first spike tugging past the flesh of my anal ring. It ripped the flesh and there was blood. The blood was quickly pushed right up into my ass hole.

And during all of that, my father continued to fuck my bloodied pussy.

Now, I am writing this down, trying to remain on my bed of straw, but finding that there is no comfortable position for a woman who has been abused as badly as I.

Every part of my body is in agony. But, the physical agony that I am going through is nothing compared to the agony of waiting and wondering.

When will I hear more footsteps down the hall? When will they come for me again? When they do come for me, will they treat me in the same way or will they simply kill me?

Each hour my impatience grows and each hour passes, leaving me unsatisfied.

Once again, I face the question of whether I will ever again get a chance to write in this document and I must ask what the future of this document will be?

When they come for me, it will be too late for me to write my farewell.

And now that I begin to write it my heart is full of fear. It is not fear because of what they have done to the outside of my body, but fear because they have touched my spirit.

The spirit of love had guided me up till now and yet now I am filled with only hate.

I look over the preceding pages and realize that I have said nothing of Goz. Perhaps the hatred of Sodom really is being taught to me?

CHAPTER FIVE

I must take this chance to write quickly. They have sent me to my cell to prepare myself. Much has occurred since the last time I wrote in this document, but much will soon occur also. I do now know what the result will be.

When I was led from my cell, I think that three days had passed. I can only measure time in the way they serve me my meals. But, I think they may be trying to confuse me.

It felt like more than three days to me. But, then again, my boredom was increased by the fact that I had been kept in the silent cell and that I no longer had any parts of the story to record on these pages. The last time I wrote I spoke of being impatient.

I know that only a madwoman would speak of impatience when it comes to something terrible, but that is what I felt and that is what I feel now.

If something terrible must happen, and it appears that it must, then let it happen.

My impatience was at such a high pitch that I was ready to explode in the middle of the place when the door was opened. But, the guards were there to restrain me.

They led me down some corridors. It surprised me that we were still underground because I fully expected to be led up the steps. Then they pushed me into a room.

My eyes were used to the darkness. I looked at Goz and he looked at me.

For a long moment, we did not do anything. We did not dare to do anything.

"Are you badly hurt?" he asked me in a soft voice.

"Wounds will heal if given the time." My voice was cold and crisp.

He got up and moved toward me. When we were standing a few inches apart, he asked, "Do you know why they sent us both here? Do you know what they want?"

I shook my head and looked around, a little frightened because of the strangeness of the situation.

Swallowing hard, he said, "I want to hold you and embrace you, but..."

"No, don't!" I said, quickly, stepping away from him.

"I wouldn't," he said, a trace of pain in his voice. "I was going to tell you that I wouldn't do it for fear that someone may be watching us."

When he spoke that last phrase, he barely moved his lips with the whisper, so that no one but the two of us could hear what he was saying.

Then we remained standing for another moment. There was a time when I felt that the greatest torture they had done to me was to keep me from Goz. Now, I was being tortured with the sight of him. I could tell that he felt the same way.

He moved back toward the bed of straw that he had and then I sat beside him. Looking at me, he asked, "What did they do to you?"

That question unleashed a flood of words. I told him everything so that he knew the scene as well as if he had been standing there and watching it.

It was a release that I needed. Looking at him and seeing that I had caused him pain with my descriptions of the events, I said, "I don't know why I told you everything with so much detail. I just felt that I had to do it. I had to speak it."

"I understand," he said, not looking right at me.

Swallowing hard, not really wanting to say it, but feeling that I had to, I asked, "And what happened to you?" When he looked at me, I said, "I don't mind hearing, if you want to talk about it. Go ahead."

Clearing his throat, he began, "Everything started in the same way as it did with you. The guards came to this cell, laughing. They dragged me to the same room where they had taken you. I was stripped naked and bound hand and foot.

"But, there was a difference. Instead of six men, there were six women around me. There were other women who were up on the balcony, watching the spectacle that I provided.

"I knew all the females from the city, but the one who was in charge was Belda, the girl who just married your brother, Asher. She was ordering all the other girls around.

"Then there was also my older sister, Elis.

All the girls were just wearing short white skirts with nothing underneath. They were ready for action.

"And, how could I help myself? Lying there, helpless and naked in front of them, my cock grew rigid. I could hear the buzz from the balcony and I knew that the women there were reacting to my hard-on. There was no point in blushing.

"Belda announced that the first thing that they would do was to give my mouth a good work-out. She tossed aside her skirt and then slammed her pussy down on my lips.

"Well, considering all that they could have done to me, being forced to lick out her pussy was hardly such a horrible fate. I stuck my tongue up into her cunt and really worked it back and forth. I could feel the moisture that was increasing in her tender slit.

"I felt my tongue being pulled up into her pussy and then she was bouncing back and forth so that she was actually riding my tongue.

"Don't get me wrong. It's not that I liked doing it. That is to say, compared to licking your pussy, it was terrible. I never wanted to be with any other girl."

"I know that, Goz," I said, touching his fingers lightly and then looking away.

He continued, "Anyway, after I finished with her pussy and I had felt her cunt walls collapsing around my tongue, I realized that all the other girls were lined up and waiting for their turn.

"Although I've learned to lick pussy since that day around the grove, I couldn't bear the thought of servicing all six of them in a row. My tongue couldn't take it.

"Well, before I could react in any way, the next girl had already slammed down on my face. She was riding my tongue in much the same way that Belda had done it.

"By the time I was through with that girl, I couldn't get my tongue back into my mouth.

"When I looked up, I saw that Belda was over me with my sister. They were laughing together and then my sister said, 'I want to be good to you, Goz. I want to give you something sweet'."

"Something sweet!" I cried out. I nearly jumped out of my skin. That was the reference that the men had used with me as well. It sent chills up my spine.

"Anyway," Goz said. "I suppose that people with evil minds like to taunt their victims. They like to make fun of their victims.

"She produced some chocolate and she wiped it all over her pussy lips. Elis knows that I do not like chocolate. Every other child would beg for pieces of the sweet stuff and I would not. I have always disliked the flavor.

"Then, just as the first two girls before her, Elis slammed down on my face. My tongue reluctantly came in contact with the chocolate on her pussy lips and then I pressed my tongue tightly into her vagina, f" could feel the chocolate all the way in.

"When she finally did have her orgasm it was the flavor of the sex juices mixed with the flavor of the chocolate that I hated so much.

"And then the next girl in line leaned back and splashed date wine up her pussy slit.

"You may think that I am very choosy in my eating habits, but I also hate date wine. There is something very powerful and lingering in the flavor of it.

"So, with the flavor of chocolate still on my tongue, I pressed my tongue against the surface that was covered with date wine. I slid my tongue inside of her.

"Although the muscle of my tongue was aching, I wanted to do my best to bring this girl to her orgasm because I didn't want to have to keep doing it for a long time. Aside from the distasteful flavor of the date wine, I knew that my tongue could not do much more.

"As it was, to make matters worse, the date wine was particularly old. It was very powerful and so it was really stinging against the sensitive flesh of my tongue.

"It literally felt like my tongue was on fire!

"When that girl had finished and I faced the next pussy, I was actually anxious to lick her out. I was anxious because I figured that it was the best way to get rid of the flavors of the chocolate and the date wine which were so powerful on my tongue.

"But, even when I finished with that girl, I could still taste everything that I disliked. And to be perfectly honest with you, by that point I had also licked so much distasteful pussy juice that I would have gladly eaten all the chocolate and drunk all the date wine in this city rather than face those cunts again."

Goz sighed thoughtfully and then said, "Although the torments that the men devised for you were awful, they do not match the sly cruelty of the women."

"Sly cruelty of the women?" I screamed out, standing up quickly.

His eyes were glistening. He seemed to be curious about my reaction. So, I continued, "You dare to compare being forced to taste the flavor of chocolate with what I went through?"

"I assure you!" he snapped, his voice taking on a cold and impersonal tone. "I was made to do more than simply eat chocolate. My remark at this time was pertinent to that first torment, but also relates to other things."

Before I could speak, he went on, "The women did not come up with things as brutal or as physical as the things that the men created. But, they were more insidious."

Sitting again, I said, "I shall listen to the rest of your story."

"Thank you," he sneered. "I did, after all, listen to your story."

"Yes! But, at that time I didn't make disparaging comparisons to your torture!"

"If I may continue?" he said. I nodded at him and he did.

"When the sixth girl stood over me, I tried to put my tongue up her pussy, but I could not. My tongue muscle would not respond to my will.

"I explained that to Belda and the women in the balcony seemed to get a good laugh out of the fact. She snarled viciously, saying, 'You could try harder'.

"But I assured her that I was trying as hard as I could and that I had simply lost control over my tongue because of all the licking that I had been doing.

"She said that there were ways in which they could get me to try harder. Then she turned to one of the other girls and the other girl brought a banana.

"In the same way that they lifted your legs up over your head so that your bottom hole was exposed, these women lifted up my legs and strapped them on either side of my shoulder.

"I was then left lying on my back with my butt up in the air and my legs spread wide. As I looked up at the women who were my captors, I had to look through my legs and I could see my hard cock in front of everything else. It was pointing right at my face.

"The girl who had been sent out returned with a number of items. Belda took the large banana that the girl had brought back and she pressed the end of it against my bottom hole.

"I grant that it was not nearly as large or as deadly as the metal thing that the men shoved up your ass. But, stop and think for a moment. You were used to taking a cock up your ass. My bottom hole was completely virgin."

"Comparisons are odious," I said in a low voice. "You needn't make them."

"As you wish," he said in a voice that was polite, but distant. "As soon as I felt the tip of the banana against my bottom hole, my whole body tensed up.

"It was one of the exceptionally large bananas from the desert. She started to press it in and I was holding my breath. Another girl was slapping my ass cheeks as if to get them hotter.

"The banana, since it got thicker as it moved to the middle, also seemed to spread me wider and wider apart as more and more of it worked its way inside of me.

"But, when Belda had only half of the banana inside my bottom hole, she stopped and said, 'That should be enough'." Goz paused and then said, "I know that you do not want comparisons, but I shall now explain that this was what I had in mind when I said that the torments of the women were more odious than the torments of the men.

"I was so grateful when she had only pushed half of the banana up into my ass hole that I was ready to thank her. I didn't realize that her sweetness was only disguising a nature so sinister and black as to be horrifying.

"Belda was handed a small box which she brought over to me. She held it near my face and then she pulled the lid up just a little bit. I could hear a frantic squeaking sound.

"Then she said, 'This is so small, but everything is relative. For a rat, it is quite large'. She laughed as she continued, 'This is a rat who loves bananas'.

"I cried out and begged her not to do that. Then she softly said, 'Are you sure that you were trying as hard as you possibly could to lick out that sixth pussy?' I had been sure at the time, but given the choice between straining my tongue beyond its limits and having a rat chewing and gnawing around my ass hole and testicles, I knew which one to choose.

"The sixth girl landed on my face and I thrust my tongue against her pussy. Fortunately for me, she was so excited that she just needed the contact of my tongue. She was riding back and forth on my tongue, without my having to move the battered mouth muscle too much.

"Finally, I felt her smooth thighs pressing together on either side of my face and I knew that she was having her orgasm. I could feel the tightness around my tongue, just at the point when I was certain that my tongue had completely lost all feeling.

"When that girl got off my face, I looked up at Belda and almost expected to be praised for the effort that I had put forth.

"But, there was a scowl on Belda's face. She pressed her hand against the end of the banana in such a way that it moved up into my bottom hole just a little bit further and then the rest of it simply pressed against my anal ring.

"She smeared the banana all over my testicles and around the base of my cock. She even smeared it into my pubic hairs. I watched, helplessly.

"And then she put the box down' near my ass. I screamed out and told her that she had said that she wouldn't do it if I managed to eat the last pussy. She was chuckling cruelly as she said that she had not made any such promise.

"Then she stopped chuckling and snarled at me, saying that I had proven to be liar. I had told her that I was incapable of licking out another pussy, when in fact I had been capable of it. Therefore, she said, she should be just as much of a liar as I was.

"With that, she opened the lid of the box and the rat jumped out and went right for the banana, ft must have been planned because the rat had apparently been starved in that box. At first I could hear the sound of it nibbling, and I could feel its paw on my flesh.

"As soon as it moved its paw to my ball sacs, I started to scream.

"The rat, near starvation, didn't mind at all. The women in the balcony were laughing uproariously at me. They were hilarious at my screams.

"Then I felt the teeth of the rat against my balls, f wanted to faint. I wanted to die. There had to be some way out of that situation, but there wasn't. My balls were pressing back up against my body as if they were seeking refuge, but they could not go far enough.

"The weight of the rat was slight and yet I was so terribly aware of it.

"When I opened my eyes and looked up I saw that all the girls were at a distance. They were resting and observing my torment. I was squirming around, trying to get the rat to leave my body. But, it would not.

"Finally, one of the girls came toward me. I thought that they were Finally going to progress to another torture. At that point, I didn't care what they did, just as long as they got that horrible, furry creature off my naked body.

"She was holding a little pottery jug with something in it and she had a knife in the other hand. She slid the knife into the jug and I saw that there was something yellow on the silver blade. T could tell from the smell that it was the soft cheese which the women make from the milk of the goats.

"When she brought the knife toward my body, I tensed up thinking that she was going to cut into me in some way. But, she did not cut into me. Her plot was much more insidious than that. She slid the side of the knife over each of my nipples, leaving a generous helping of the soft cheese covering each protruding nipple.

"Then she turned and went back to the rest of the girls. She was not even back to them when the rat got up to my tits. I could feel the wet nose as it moved back and forth, sniffing at the potent cheese. Then I felt the teeth.

"It had been bad enough feeling the teeth on the wrinkled flesh of my ball sac and knowing that at any time one of those razor-sharp fangs could cut into my testicles, but this agony was driving me mad. You know that my nipples are sensitive.

"Well, the horror continued for a while longer. The sharp teeth slid over both of my nipples and finally the women, bored with that diversion, chased the rat away.

"That was when Belda came over with another small box. I was frightened by the box for fear that there was some other creature in it. But, she opened it and nothing moved.

"In a soft voice, she assured me that there was something in the box which would help to treat my wounds. She dipped the tip of her finger into the box and with full trust I watched her bring her finger over to the red spots where the rat had bitten around my nipples.

"As soon as her finger made contact, I screamed out. She was actually rubbing salt into my wounds. Probably the worst salt for the wounds was in the fact that she had assured me that she was giving me something to treat the wounds.

"I do not understand why that girl derived so much pleasure from playing with me."

"The men also played with me in the same way. They taunted me," I assured Goz.

"Yes." His voice was soft as he nodded. Then he went on, "After that there were some girls who wanted to feel my cock up their pussies and some who wanted it up their asses.

"The whole game there was very simple and yet difficult for me. I had to maintain an erection. If I did not keep my prick hard, they would beat me for being unable to serve them. And yet, at the same time, I could not have an orgasm.

"Although you have known me to cum and then be ready to fuck again in three minutes, these girls were not willing to give me the needed three minutes.

"Each time I had an orgasm, they had to do something to get me hard again.

"Usually that consisted of whipping me across my naked behind. I am still covered with scars there. The other thing that they did was whipping me across the front of my body. My nipples were already inflamed from the bite of the rat and from the salt that was rubbed into that spot. Matters were certainly made worse by the whip that cut right through each nipple."

He nodded to me as he said, "It doesn't matter who taught whom. Both of us suffered the same craftsmanship and technique with the whip.

"And, just as you reported that the most horrible moment was when the whip was aimed at your pussy lips, so the most horrible moment for me was when the whip was aimed at my cock and balls. There is a red stripe down the bottom of my cock that is still painful.

"It is almost funny that the scene as you described it, that is the way that you tried to bring your legs together despite the fact that you were bound, everything like that, was just the same for me." You wanted to defend your pussy and I wanted to defend my balls."

There was a long silence between us and then he touched my fingers. I pulled my fingers away and stood up. Looking around the cell, I shouted, "If anyone is watching us, I want to know if you are satisfied now? Have you had enough?"

Goz looked at me and said, "What's the point?"

We sat together, silent, because there was nothing else to say to each other.

Then the door was pulled open. The judge who had presided at our trial stepped in and looked at both of us. There was a sour expression on his face as he said, "You have not done well at all. However, I will give you both one more chance."

I looked at Goz and then at the judge. I was frightened. What did he mean by one more chance? What sort of chance would it be? And, how had we failed him?

CHAPTER SIX

Now I must write quickly. I do not know what time is left to me.

As I was writing, exhaustion overcame me and I slept. But because of the lack of windows in this place, I do not know how long I slept. I feel rested, but perhaps it was just a twenty minute nap. And yet, for all I know I could have slept through three sunsets.

It would all be the same to me and yet it brings me closer to my fate.

The judge who was in the chamber with Goz and I went on to tell us that he was disappointed in the way that we had behaved. He had indeed been listening in on everything and as far as he was concerned there was only one proper course of action that we should have pursued as soon as the two of us were together in the same cell.

He expected us to attack each other. He actually said, "You each should hold the other to blame for the punishments that were inflicted on you."

Then he said that there would be one more chance for one of us. That truly frightened me. One of us, he promised, would live a full life and the other would be executed.

Twice more we would be sent to that same arena and we would perform sexually with each other. The first time, I would be attended by women who would help me to subdue Goz and would supply me with any items that I desired to carry out that task.

The next time that we went to the arena, Goz would be supplied with men who would help him to subdue me. He would dominate me in any way that he wished.

During both of these incidents, the judge and a number of prominent citizens would be in the balcony, watching us together. They would reach a decision. The one of us who had proven to be most sincere and who had shown the most cruelty in the treatment of the other, would be set free. The other would be executed.

I knew that executions in Sodom could often be long and drawn-out affairs and the judge did not go into any details about the nature of the execution for the condemned one.

And that was what he sent us back to our separate cells to prepare for.

The thing that really worried me was that I was to go first. I would have to devise all of the tortures for Goz myself and I would have to inflict them upon him before he had wronged me in any way. When his turn came, he would have fury at me because of what I had done to him and he would be able to invent tortures based on the ones I had used.

My hand is shaking as I write this. I suddenly realize what I am saying. There was a time, such a short while ago, when I felt that I loved Goz more than I loved my life itself. But, I know now that is not true. I do love my life and I do not want to lose it.

I feel certain, in my heart of hearts, that Goz feels the same way.

We are no longer lovers. He is no longer my beloved. We are two humans pitted one against the other in a sexual arena. And I am determined to win and keep my life.

I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Someone is coming toward the door. Is the person coming here to bring my food or is he coming to take me to that room--that arena where the final sexual game is to be played out?

Let me hide this book while there is still enough time.



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I have been staring at this clean spot on the page for a long moment. There is an exhilaration inside me and yet I am frightened by that feeling.

How can I explain it? After all, I feel the exhilaration because of all that I have just done. My hand wielded the whip this time, rather than a different hand holding it and using it on me. That was exciting and it made my blood rush.

And yet, I used that whip on Goz's fair flesh!

I must pause as I write this because my heart is confused. Do I dare feel joy? No! And yet, how else can I put this but to say, it is better to hold the whip than to receive the lash of the whip. No one can argue with that point.

Once again, I have been sitting and looking at the next part of the page. This part of the page which has been waiting to receive my words.

I have been looking at the paragraph above in which I discuss the relative merits of holding a whip and feeling a whip. I realize where the mistake is in my thinking. I was correct in saying that it is better to be on top than to be on the bottom, and yet there is an even better position than that--to destroy the whip and not have it used at all.

And yet, I suppose that the people of Sodom want me to think in a certain way.

The fear that is inside me is being defined now. I realize that I am afraid that their technique of teaching me to think the same way that they think is succeeding.

Let me put down the facts of all that has just occurred.

I was led to the chamber that was familiar to me from my previous adventure there. I looked at the table and saw that Goz was lying there. He was completely naked and his hands and feet were strapped to the corners of the table.

His cock was hard and lying across his belly.

The room was surrounded by beautiful girls and it was explained that they would come to my assistance if I ever wanted to change the position of the prisoner's bonds.

I looked around nervously. When I looked up toward the balcony I saw that my whole family was there, watching. There seemed to be something hopeful in the look that was in my father's eyes. I hated him so much after he helped brutalize my body and yet the look that was in his eyes today seemed to make up for the other incident.

He seemed to want me to succeed. He wanted me to conform.

Turning to Goz's naked and bound body, I touched the boy's cock as if it were something that I was inspecting. Then, in a loud voice, I snarled, "So? You once told me that you loved only me and that you cared for only me! But, here you are with a hard cock in front of all these other girls! What is the meaning of that?"

To punctuate the last sentence, I slapped Goz right across the balls and he screamed out in agony. The crowd in the balcony laughed and applauded.

Then I climbed onto the table and said, "You'll make this up to me."

Tossing one leg around the side of his face, I slammed down onto his lips so that my pussy was spread out against his mouth. My fingers clasped at his nipples and I pulled on the tender flesh as I hissed, "I want your tongue in my pussy slit."

Immediately, I felt his tongue pressing against the lips of my cunt.

His tongue was certainly no stranger to the confines of my hot and moist cunt. But, it was strange for him to be doing it in that position, bound in front of everyone.

As soon as I felt his tongue slide as far into the cunt as I knew it could go, I pressed my legs tightly around the side of his face and squeezed hard.

I was rubbing my thighs back and forth and bouncing wildly on his face.

I could feel his nose pressing up against the soft flesh of my ass cheeks each time that I slammed myself down against his features.

This was giving me time to think, but I could tell that the people watching were becoming restless as I continued to ride Goz's face. They wanted to see something else.

So, I pulled off his face and had the girls come toward the table to help me turn him over onto his stomach. I looked at that beautiful back and at the smooth flesh of his ass cheeks. There were still some pink lines from the previous whipping he had received.

I asked the girls to fetch me a whip and then I began to use it on the cheeks of his ass. He was squirming on the table and trying hard not to cry out in pain.

But, when I sliced the whip right down the middle of his ass so that the red mark slid right along the crack of his ass hole and then the tip of the whip got caught in the knot of hair between his legs, he howled in agony.

The crowd laughed at that. I remembered how agonizing it had been to hear the laugh of the crowd when I had been on the table and had been the victim of the torments. But, now when I heard the laughter, I actually felt a thrill of encouragement rushing through me.

I slashed the whip down purposely so that it would follow the same route. There was blood trickling from the boy's ass crack when I had done that a second time.

But, the crowd did not clap for things that were done a second time. They wanted things which were fresh and showed imagination. I looked around the room.

My eyes lit on the candles which were in their holders near the wall.

Turning to one of the girls, I commanded her to bring me one of them. Each candle was about twice the thickness of a normal, hard cock. But, I chose one which was almost completely burned out. It was only about seven inches long altogether.

With the help of some of the other girls, I tossed Goz onto his back once again. He cried out in pain and I realized that his bruised back was making contact with the surface of the table, causing him that anguish.

When we were placing him on his back, I had them put him in a position where his legs were up and spread. But, his legs were not up over his head.

They were pulled apart as wide as they could go and they were attached to a spot that was about the middle of the way up his torso.

In that way his legs would not get in the way of what I had in mind.

I had noticed that his cock was still hard. Holding it in my hand and fingering it, I said, "I am going to make use of this, but first I'll light a fire under you."

Holding the burning candle about half-way up its neck, I pressed the cool end against the crack of the boy's bottom hole. As soon as I pushed it into him, I could tell that the wax was becoming attached to the flesh of his ass cheeks and pulling on them.

Pushing the candle in with one hand, I pulled on the cheeks of his ass with the other hand. In that way, I managed to work the first bit of the wide thing into him.

I found that each little bit that I pushed into the boy's anus, required the same effort. There was no way to make a waxy surface slide smoothly, even when I used spit on it.

When I did that, I turned to the balcony and announced, "I'm not doing this to make it easier on him. I'm doing this to make it easier on me."

Immediately I regretted the fact that I had said that.

When I had about five inches of the candle in his ass hole, I started to climb onto Goz's body. I spread my pussy lips right over his cock head and then I started to press myself down onto his hard manhood. I could feel it spreading my cunt flesh apart.

Once I had the head of the cock firmly in place, I slid all the way down and my rounded ass cheeks slapped against Goz's balls. He cried out.

I could feel the heat of the candle that was moving closer to his anal opening.

In a voice that was loud enough for everyone in the balcony to hear, I told Goz, "I am going to ride your cock. I want to have an orgasm. When I have the orgasm I will douse the fire of the candle that is inside your ass. Until then, it will stay lit."

Then, in a sly voice, I added, "Should you have your orgasm first, then the candle will just stay there, lit, as it is. Do you understand?"

Dumbly, this handsome youth who was once my lover nodded his head.

I began to ride up and down on his prick, but I was moving slowly.

After a few minutes of this I could tell that the crowd was getting very restless, but I was determined to remain perfectly calm throughout. That was part of the plan.

Finally, in a bold way, Goz cried out, "You'll never have your orgasm moving like that."

"Then you'll just have to help me, won't you?" I asked in a coy way. "If you do not, your ass hole will be burned and your balls will be ashes."

"Help you? What do you mean?" he cried out.

I slapped him hard across the face, remembering that I was being judged for cruelty. "I am putting in all the effort that I wish to put in. It is up to you."

In a soft voice, he whimpered, "But, I'm tied up. I can't... "

"You can do whatever you put your mind to." When I said that, I slid back down on the cock and realized that there was an exceptionally hot sensation right next to my ass cheeks. I looked over my shoulder in a casual way and realized that the candle, which had been lying on its side because of its awkward position, had only been burning the top side of the candle.

Much more of the candle had burned down much more quickly than I had expected it would.

I could see that Goz's balls really were dangerously close to the quickly moving flame.

But, I couldn't ruin everything right at that moment. I just kept on sliding my pussy up and down on the thickness of the cock.

And then Goz did what I wanted him to do. He began to tense and relax his hips.

It was almost impossible for him to do considering that he was spread out in the strange position, but he was still trying to do it.

Each time that he pushed up on his hips, I could feel his cock head rubbing against my pussy flesh. The shaft of his cock was exciting my hot little love button.

Back and forth, he was massaging my pussy and sending thrills to my love button.

"You'll have to go faster than that!" I snapped.

I wasn't doing any of the work anymore. I was just sitting on his cock, feeling the heat of the flame moving closer and closer to my ass cheeks.

"You're getting close!" I told him. When I looked into his eyes, I could see a pained expression.

Then I tossed my head back and cried out, "That's it!"

My pussy flesh collapsed around the base of his cock and at that same moment, I could feel a pulsating at the base of his cock. T slid my cunt right off his shaft.

Just as I pulled away from the head of his cock, it went flopping against his stomach and then pulsed up in the air as it shot out a load of gism that splashed across his chest.

I could see his testicles jiggling in their sacs and I could see the muscle around his ass hole pulling .tight and pressing against the softening wax of the candle.

My fingers were against my pussy slit. There was hot cum drooling onto my fingers.

When I caught my breath I saw that Goz's cock head was dribbling onto his belly. There was an urge in me, almost uncontrollable, to lick the sweet gism from his prick. But, I remembered where I was and I remembered what it was that I was supposed to do.

They wanted me to prove that I could be cruel and vicious.

The flame was so close that I could see the hairs on his balls singing and curling up to ashes. I knew that one more minute would cause the wrinkled flesh on his balls to be charred.

His eyes were wide with pleading, but I could not show mercy in front of my audience.

"That was just in time," I croaked in a hoarse voice. "It was lucky for you that I had my orgasm before you had yours, or else your balls would be roasted."

"P-please," he gasped, in a troubled whisper.

I was about to blow out the candle, but I didn't want to show him kindness. I knew that it would be looked down upon. Yet, I didn't want him to be castrated by flame.

That great a cruelty is beyond me, but I didn't want to lose the contest due to a kindness.

A thought occurred to me. I climbed up on the table and squatted over the boy's crotch. Then I concentrated for a long moment. I could actually feel the heat from the candle.

The crowd over me was muttering and waiting for something to happen.

When it did happen, they laughed and applauded wildly, delighted with what I had done. I managed to get the flame out and to be cruel to Goz at the same time.

The stream of yellow piss that came from my body, hissed down onto the candle flame and then a cloud of smoke came up from the ashen wick.

Goz cried out in pain, I suppose because the stinging urine came in contact with his already singed flesh. The crowd was thrilled with what I had done.

But, then I really couldn't think of anything else to do to him.

I whipped the front of his body, but it really wasn't anything special.

There are so many reasons that I now have mixed feelings about all of this.

On the one hand it was exciting to be on the commanding side, giving orders and handing out abuse instead of taking abuse. I suppose that ever since I had been abused by the men in that same room, I had secretly harbored a desire to be on the other side.

And yet, as I stated before, I feel terrible about it because it meant abusing the boy who used to be my lover. Look at the way I've worded that last sentence. I have already placed our tender relationship in the past tense.

Then, in quite another way, I feel terrible about what happened. As I stated before this incident in the room, I want to live. When they gave us this chance to live if each of us abused the other and the one who was deemed crudest would be spared, I looked forward to that opportunity with fear that I would lose.

Now, I have to look forward to the fact that Goz will get his chance. Goz will have an opportunity to get back at me for all that I did to him.

The thing is, now that he's seen the things that I did to him, he will have other ideas. I feel certain that he will prove to be better than I at the cruelty and that I will die.

It was such a short while ago that I said that I couldn't bear the thought of living out my life in Sodom, in accordance with the code of cruelty that exists in our city. But, things have changed. After feeling the vicious sting of the whip and knowing that it was an option to death, the whip did not feel quite as bad.

Then, given the chance to hold the whip in my own hands, I knew that it was wonderful.

They will not come for a while. They have to give Goz a chance to rest so that he can properly return the injuries that I did to him. But, already I am impatient for the final test to arrive. Goz will have his chance to abuse me and then we will see what comes of it.

All I know now is that I want to live. I want a chance to complete my life. Even if I am to go on without love, that will be fine as long as I do go on!

CHAPTER SEVEN

I am already back now. I have been staring at the last sentence for a long time.

How strange the way things happen. The last time that I wrote in this document I was fearful for my life and worried about Goz's chance to abuse me.

Now I feel certain that my life will be spared and I regret the fact.

Would you call me fickle? When I write the things that have just happened, you will not.

I was led to the same chamber another time. This time, when I entered, there were just men around the room. Goz was not yet there. The men around the room stripped me naked and tied me to the table in the same way that Goz had been tied the last time.

There, in that position, I waited for Goz to arrive.

He entered the room and looked at me. Then he looked up at the crowd in the balcony.

Standing next to the table, he touched my breasts. The skin prickled from my fear. Then he looked up at the judge who was at the center of the balcony and he called out, "I am permitted for the passing of this hour to take anything with this girl that would give me pleasure."

Laughing, the judge said, "You may not kill her. That would be our job if we choose to do it."

Goz peeled off his robes and then he began to feel my body. He ran his hands over my breasts and then down to my pussy slit. One of his fingers was playing gently at my pussy.

My breathing was heavy at that time because I was wondering just what he was going to do to me. Then he climbed onto the table and he rubbed his cock against my pussy lips.

But he did not insert his prick into my body at that time.

His tongue was on my neck and it was moving down my flesh, delighting me.

There were sounds from the balcony. People were shuffling around and muttering.

Goz's tongue pressed against each of my nipples in turn. He took one of my tits in his mouth and he sucked on it very hard. But, not so hard as to cause me pain.

I could not help it. f moaned with pleasure at the hot contact.

Then he moved his tongue down the center of my body, stopping for a moment to tease my belly button. His lips were in my pussy patch. He was palling on the downy hair with the pressure of his lips and then he was blowing on the hairs that he had made wet. By that time, no one in the balcony was saying a word. I could feel the hushed tension that was pervading the whole place. Everyone was fascinated.

These were people who thought they had seen everything, but they had never seen anyone coupled in the way that Goz and I were. They had never before witnessed the crime of tenderness.

Goz was blowing a soft breath of air against the wrinkled flesh of my pussy slit. I arched my hips up as if I wanted to meet his Ups with my pussy lips.

Then he pressed his mouth forward and rubbed it up and down over the wrinkled flesh of my pussy. It was a fabulous teasing that he was doing.

His tongue finally came in contact with my pussy flesh. He licked up one of the lips and then down the other lip. He pressed his tongue forward as he pulled my cunt gently apart with the tips of his fingers. Then his tongue was locked inside my pussy.

He was moving his tongue in and out of my cunt, pressing the pussy flesh apart and then letting it relax and collapse back together.

As he moved in tempo, my thighs, although bound to the table, began to move back and forth also. He felt this in me and he reached over, slowly unfastening one leg at a time from the table.

When my legs were free, I wrapped them around his neck as if that would keep his face against my pussy slit. I was bouncing my body against his face at the same tempo that he was bouncing his tongue in and out of me.

Then he pulled away from my pussy and slid his body up my body so that he was lying on top of me.

I could feel the pressure of his thick cock that was burning against my flesh.

Then his closed Ups rubbed back and forth against my lips. I could hear a gasp from the people who were watching. Lifting my head up in his hands, he pressed his lips against mine with great power and great heat. He was violently rubbing his lips on mine. He reached up and unfastened my hands so that they were also free.

Then he rubbed his fingers along the slit of my pussy and he pressed the head of his cock against the wrinkled flesh that was there.

I could feel my cunt lips spreading apart as his cock head pushed in.

As I think back on all that occurred, I realize that I cooperated with him and I permitted him to be tender and loving with me even after I was untied.

Perhaps the judge will decide to ignore his promise to allow one of us to live. Perhaps because of the nature of the sexual show that Goz and I performed for the crowd, the judge will decide that we should both be executed. That thought did not occur to me at the time.

Rather, I was reading Goz's thoughts. I was thinking that we were showing the people of Sodom this forbidden sex. I raised my hips up from the table to meet his first thrust.

He slid his cock into me and worked the full length in as I spread my legs.

Once I felt the entire cock all the way in my pussy, I pressed my legs around his hips.

As the slight hair that was on the sides of his thighs, rubbed against the smooth surface that was inside my thigh, I felt a thrill building up inside my pussy.

I reached around and ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue pressed back and forth across my lips, urging me to permit him entry.

My mouth opened and his tongue met mine. The two mouth muscles intertwined sensually.

One of my hands was sliding down his neck to his back. I could feel the movement of the powerful muscles under his tautly pulled flesh.

Then he really started to fuck me. But, he didn't do it hard and fast.

His cock was moving sensually and tenderly, in and out of my pussy. I could feel the way that it was sliding over my pussy flesh, massaging the walls of my cunt.

I wrapped my legs around his slim hips so that my bare feet were rubbing against the cheeks of his ass. I pressed down on those tightly muscled ass cheeks, anxious to feel even more of the hard cock pushing into me.

It was surprising that no one had tried to stop us. After all, we were performing forbidden acts of tenderness inside the courthouse building.

The judge had expected us to engage in the wild sex that was the way of life in Sodom. He had expected Goz to prove himself as a man by abusing me. But, Goz had other things on his mind.

I hear footsteps in the hallway. I can't imagine why anyone would be here so soon.



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They have just returned me to the cell, f was not expecting anyone here and so when I heard the footsteps, I had very little time to hide this document.

And yet, it now appears that I will not have to hide it too much longer.

A decision was made and it was the decision which I expected would be made. They took me to Goz's cell. His last request before his execution was that he be given a few minutes alone with me in private. They informed me of this when they informed me of the judge's ruling.

Apparently, it was no contest. I had abused Goz, but he had not properly reciprocated and since the judge said that the one who was the most cruel would be spared, that was to be me.

I stepped into Goz's cell and looked down at the floor, not daring to look at him. He came over to me quickly and took my hands as he said, "We haven't much time."

Then he wrapped his arms around me and said, "I love you."

When I was silent, he said, "For the rest of your life you can always remember that."

I still was not looking at his eyes. He touched me under the chin and turned my face up so that I had to look in his face. He could see the moisture in my eyes.

Then he said, "Do you love me?" There was a long pause.

Stepping away from me and releasing me from his grasp, he said, "It is better then. I can die with greater peace knowing that you will not be throwing your life away for love of me.

"I do love you, Goz!" I shouted, quickly. Even now when I think about that, I do now know if I was telling a lie. I know for sure that I did love him once and I know now that it is impossible for me to care for anyone else as much as once cared for him.

The question, very simply, is whether I can ever care for anyone else at all.

It is not a question of whether I still love Goz, but a question of whether I am capable of loving. The answer to that question, I do not know.

Perhaps, quite simply, I have been turned into a true citizen of Sodom.

I feel certain that he did not believe that avowal of love on my part.

Touching my hand, he said, "I am the one who was cruel, not you."

"What do you mean?" I asked him, searching his eyes for the answer.

"Physical pain is nothing compared to the pain of the heart. You inflicted pain upon me. I could have done the same to you and taken a chance of dying or not. But, I decided that I could not face my death without one more chance to make love to you."

"Please," I said, pulling away from him. "Don't go on."

"I must. If I don't speak now, I will never get another chance." He went on. "I thought that they would see what I had done. I thought there was actually a chance that they would have enough sense to spare my life instead of sparing yours."

"Sense?" I said. "But, we were supposed to brutalize each other. You treated me tenderly."

"After all that you had done to me," he said, softly, "wasn't my tenderness the most cruel way of brutalizing you?" He nodded at me and waited for a reply.

I realized that he was right. For the rest of my life I would have to remember the sweetness of his touch that had been his repayment for the unkindness I had performed on him.

"And now I am the lucky one," he said. "I will get out of Sodom."

When he said that, I started to cry. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. As I ran my fingers up and down his arm, he said, "When you're young and so in love as we..; and bewildered by the world... "

"Don't go on!" I snapped. "I can't bear anymore."

As I said that, I had turned around. Goz kissed me on the lips and I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, knowing that it would be the last time I would get to do that.

His lips were rubbing lightly against my ears as he said, "Ours is not an easy age.' Nodding my head, I could feel his slightly rough cheek rubbing against my smooth cheek. Goz was still so young. He would never five to shave.

"We're like tigers in a cage," he went on.

Sighing softly as he parted from me, I agreed, "These little minds tear you in two."

The guard pulled the door open and snapped at me. It was time for me to leave.

"Hold me fast!" Goz called out, wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his racing heartbeat, the heartbeat that I would never feel again.

But, as the guard pulled me away from Goz, the youth slumped down on the straw in the corner as he sighed, "I'm afraid... this kind of love can't last."

As I was going down the hall, I heard him call out, "I was the cruel one."

What did he mean by that last remark? Perhaps he was trying to convince me that he had chosen to do what he did in order to be cruel to me and leave me with the haunting memories that fill my mind now. Or, perhaps he was trying to shout that for the sake of the guards.

Perhaps he wanted to convince them of what he had done to me so that he would be treated as less of an outcast for his execution? I do not know.

How strange. As I write these words I realize that I am attributing selfish motives to Goz. Perhaps, as I said before, I have really become a true citizen of Sodom.

As I look through the preceding pages, I can see that I was still in the midst of telling the story of the last time that Goz fucked me.

How strange. Now I tell it as he is being executed and it takes on more meaning.

I can still reach down to my pussy lips and clearly recall the feeling of the large cock that was sliding in and out of me, pressing the flesh apart and then allowing the walls of flesh to snap shut as he pulled all but the head of his cock out of my cunt.

Then, I could feel the walls of pussy flesh getting thicker with the juice that was oozing out of my body. The walls were becoming like sponges. I pressed my feet a little more tightly against his ass cheeks and pushed him into me a little harder.

He was not fucking as fast as he had been going. Now that my pussy flesh was thicker it was more of a chore for him to push his blood-engorged prick into my cunt.

I could feel it as it shoved in and then pulled back, massaging the walls of moist flesh.

Licking the perspiration from his neck, I could feel his tongue pressing into my ear.

And then he began to go fast again. I knew that the moment was near. I could feel the slapping of his ball sacs against the smooth flesh of my thighs.

"Yes," I grunted in such a low voice that only Goz could hear me.

Perhaps if I had spoken that word a little louder, I would have been executed for it.

The cheeks of his ass clenched together as he shot his gism into me. He actually shot that load of gism into my hot pussy and I let him do that.

I didn't even bother hiding these pages when I heard the footsteps in the hall. The guard came to the door of my cell and then left. He only wanted to tell me that I was to go free in a short while and that I should get ready.

My father, he said, is waiting for me out in front of the courthouse.

After he left, I looked through these pages. For a moment I was going to throw them out, but perhaps I will wish to reread them at some time.

Who knows what the future will bring. Perhaps the past will teach me something.

Even as I look through the pages now, I can see that there have been changes in me.

There are some feelings that I express early in this document which I can no longer understand. Perhaps this incident has matured me or perhaps it has destroyed me. Time may tell me which.

But, the people of Sodom might actually prove to be merciful after all.

After everything else they chose to put me through, they did not force me to watch or to participate in the execution of Goz, the man who was once my beloved.

In a few moments I will walk out of this building at the front and meet my father who will take me back to his tent. At that same time Goz is walking out of the back of the building. I do not know what sort of tortures he will face for his execution.

It is best that I never know what those tortures were.

When I leave this building it will be the start of a new life for me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

If I say that I have taken up these pages to read, it might seem strange.

But, when I wrote that I was about to begin a new life, I did not know how literally that statement would turn out true. Two months have passed since the last time I looked at these pages. I never looked at them since becoming a free woman.

Now I find that I am no longer free. I am with child.

Since these pages recount every sexual act in which I engaged or which was forced upon me, it is clear from a rereading that the child must be Goz's.

He was the only person who did not pull out of me for his orgasm.

That final sex act that he performed with me, that final load of gism that shot from him before his death, has produced a child in my womb.

Now, I have a new resolve. I realize that I was led astray because of the teachings of Sodom. If the spirit of Goz is anywhere, then let him hear me say that I wish for love. I am sorry that I denied his love and will be sorry for the rest of my life.

But, I cannot be sorry that I lived. Now, I have a reason for life. My baby will be different from the children of Sodom, f will not let the child of the love that was shared by me and by Goz to be brought up with hate and with anger around him.

Now that I know about the child inside me, I hold my knife a little tighter as I walk around the city. I do not want to take a chance of getting attacked by anyone.

But, now that this has happened, I have my own plans.

I am going to get revenge against these people who declared love a crime. I am going to get revenge against the people who made me renounce my love and who killed Goz.

These plans must be worked out carefully and well. I shall report my progress on these pages.



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My heart is beating wildly. I have just returned from the courthouse where the first step in my plan took place and I am proud that I had the nerve to do the deed.

Indeed, the death of my beloved is now being revenged.

I went directly to the court of the judge who had declared us guilty the first time. He noticed me in the crowd and I waved at him. It was a standard trial. They were trying someone who was a stranger from another city. It is the policy in Sodom to find reason to either execute or hold for ransom any stranger from another city.

We just believe that anyone who is different must be gotten rid of.

I motioned to the judge that I wanted to speak to him. He motioned me toward his chambers where he was heading at that time. I followed him. There was a guard at the door.

He stepped into the chamber and I remained near the door.

"Now what do you want?" he snarled from the side of his mouth.

"I need help, your honor," I said, standing near the door.

He was rubbing the front of his robes and I could tell that he was getting excited. "You were a hot little bitch. What sort of help do you need and what's in it for me?"

Watching what he was doing, I reached down and pressed my fingers between my legs pretending to be hot. I knew that I would have to be careful and that I would have to be prepared. Looking around the room, I saw that there were heavy candlesticks right next to me.

There was a chance that the sticks would prove to be too heavy for me to handle, but it was a chance that I would just have to take.

"Come here and I'll show you," I said, rubbing my pussy lips some more.

The judge rushed forward and pressed his body roughly against mine. We did not have the sort of lip contact that Goz and I had always enjoyed, that being considered very perverse by the citizens of Sodom, but he did bury his lips against my neck, nipping my neck with his teeth and trying to cause me pain there.

It worked out perfectly. His teeth were imbedded on the left side of my neck and the heavy candlesticks were to my right. I grabbed the metal thing around the neck and lifted it up. With one swift move I smashed it across the back of the man's head.

There was a long moment when I thought I had failed. I could still feel the sharp pressure of his teeth against my neck. But, then I felt the teeth separate as if the strength had gone out of the man's jaws. Then, he just fell backwards like a leaf.

Immediately I leaned over his body and found that his heart was still beating. He was still alive. I was glad. I did not want the bastard to die that easily.

Dragging him along the floor, I brought him to the end of the table that was standing there.

I pulled his robes from his body so that he was naked. I: had to work fast because I didn't know how long he would remain unconscious.

Ripping his robes into strips of cloth, I tied his hands up over his head and attached them to one of the heavy legs of the table. The table was so large and the legs so thick that I knew he couldn't pull off it no matter how hard he tried.

Then I pulled one of his legs up and tied it to the same table leg. I pulled the other leg out to the side and tied it to the other table leg.

I wanted to have his legs up so that his ass hole was revealed, but at the same time I wanted to have his legs spread so that the rest of his body was accessible to me.

Once I had him in that position, I knew it was safe to try to wake him from his unconscious state. I looked to the door and decided to push a chair against it so that no guard could come in and save the judge from his fate.

I suppose that the sound of the scraping chair was enough to bring the judge around. He looked up groggily and tried to move. Then he snapped, "What is this?"

Going over to him, I stuffed some of the tom cloth into his mouth. He choked on it and I snapped, "That'll just have to do until I find something better."

I already knew just what I was going to use on him. There were candles all around the room. I grabbed one of the candles and I pressed the cool end against his ass hole.

His eyes widened. He remembered when I had used that very same torture on Goz.

Once again I found it difficult to get the candle stuffed into his bottom hole. I had to pull on the cheeks of his ass and push on the candle at the same time.

There was about three inches of the candle sticking out from his ass hole.

The flame of the candle was flickering and wavering as the man tried to pull free of the bonds that were holding him. I taunted him, saying, "Calm down, Judge! You know that you only bought the very best robes. There is no chance that they'll rip now."

Then I laughed at him as I took another candle and held it over his face. Some of the hot wax splashed down on his cheek and dribbled before drying up in a pool.

I watched as his face contorted wildly. He was trying to cry out.

Quickly, I pulled the cloth out of his mouth. He was trying to move his tongue and get the feeling of the cloth out of his dry mouth, when I pushed the end of the candle into his throat. He gagged and choked and tried to push it out, but I would not permit him to do that.

There I was, holding the candle firmly in place and there he was, struggling.

Using another candle, I allowed the wax to drip around the base of the candle that was in his mouth. He was trying hard not to get the boiling liquid wax in his mouth and so he kept his mouth shut tight around the candle that was there.

That worked perfectly into my plan. After about five minutes I knew that my efforts had paid off. The candle in his mouth was virtually glued in place by virtue of the wax around the base that was holding it to the sides of his lips.

When the man moved around, there was a threat of the table catching on fire.

"Watch what you're doing!" I warned him. "If the table catches on fire, remember that you're the one who's tied to it, not me." : He didn't heed that warning. He kept on struggling and moving around, hoping to kill the flame with the movement of the wind around it. But, then some of the liquid wax splashed right next to his eye. He shut his eye and I could see his face contorting again.

Then he tried to move his lips, but the wax was too soft. As he tried to detach it from his lips, it just remained glued to them.

I picked Up another candle and tipped it slightly over the judge's cock and balls.

His eyes widened when he saw what I was going to do.

Laughing, I said, "This will help protect you from the flame."

Then I watched as the flaming wax splashed down onto his balls. They receded in their sacs. I splashed the next bit of wax right on the tender flesh that was behind his cock head.

The next few splashes of wax were not so much fun. I suppose that the delicate flesh on Iris cock and balls was already used to the feeling of the hot wax.

Once his cock was completely encased in the wax, I moved the candle up to his nipples. I coated first one and then the other candle with the wax.

By that time the completely helpless judge was covered with perspiration. The flame of the candle up his ass was treacherously close to his balls and the candle in his mouth was dripping down. Some of the wax had already made a trail down to his neck where it had gathered in a pool.

Standing over him, I said, "If you weren't gagged, you might ask me why I did this. So, I will answer that question for you in any case.

"Three months ago I didn't want much in life. I just wanted a chance to love and to be loved. But, according to the law, the law that you administer, that was illegal.

"Well, in a strange way you and your law changed me. You got me spun around in a circle so that I didn't know what I was doing and I no longer knew what was right or wrong.

"You killed something in me and now to pay you back, I will kill something in you."

His eyes widened and his face contorted as if he wanted to speak. There was a noise that was like a squeak which came through his nostrils.

I laughed and said, "When I stuffed the candle up Goz's ass hole you delighted in that. You wished to see more. You would have been happy if l had let the candle stay there so that it would have melted his balls to a charred cinder.

"That time I didn't oblige you. But, now that you are the victim, you shall be obliged."

Quickly, I turned and left the room. Shutting the door behind me, I turned to the guard and said, "The judge is resting in there. He gave strict orders that no one is to disturb him for any reason for at least two hours. Is that understood?"

The guard shoved his elbow into the ribs of the guard next to him. They both chuckled together. They assumed that the judge had just engaged in sex.

I turned back toward them and with a serious look on my face, I said, "The judge said that if anyone even dares to open that door for the next two hours, that person will receive a hundred lashes of the strongest whip in Sodom!"

"I believe that. The judge has been known to give sentences like that."

Then I hurried out of the building. There are noises outside now and I hear someone calling out the words, "It's the courthouse. Come and see."

I have just returned from the courthouse. It is a mass of blazing fire and the people are just standing around enjoying the sight. There was one man who was wounded so badly that he begged for somebody to kill him and put him out of his misery.

But, the crowd was laughing at him as he writhed on the floor.

When he turned what was left of his face in my direction I saw that it was the guard who had been outside the door of the judge's chambers, f saw that his one good eye widened when he looked at me. For a moment I stood in fear--fear that he would point an accusing finger at me for having set the fire in the judge's chambers.

I quickly rushed toward him, drawing my knife from my robes, and I cut his throat.

That was the first time that I have ever made that sort of use of my knife.

I didn't even see any point in asking about the judge. I recalled that the last time I had looked at the judge, the wax that was covering the wrinkled flesh of his ball sacs was already melting with the heat of the candle that was stuffed up his ass.

It was easy enough to imagine what his fate had been just prior to his death.

Once I had seen enough, I turned and rushed home. I wanted to write it all down because as far as I am concerned it means only one thing. It means that the first step in gaining vengeance for the murder of my love--and by that I use the word in more than one sense for both the person who was my love and the heart with which I loved have been killed.

Now I know that there are two more steps which are needed before I am done.



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I am writing now from a vantage point in the hills just outside of town. After what I have just done I do not feel like being in the tents of my family.

Only one day has passed since the time of the fire that I caused.

This morning my father was sitting before the tent. I told him that I was going to the stream in order to bathe. Normally, no one would know such information. After all, in Sodom being available for an attack was a dangerous thing.

My father knew that and he figured just what I wanted him to figure. He came to the conclusion that I wanted to let him attack me. I looked over my shoulder at him. That was all the encouragement that he needed. I knew he would follow me.

Prior to the day when my father was one of the six men who abused me at the courthouse, he had never made any direct sexual advances toward me. I knew that it was not uncommon for the fathers of the girls of Sodom to use their daughters in that way.

When I was at the stream, I hid in the grove.

I did not go into the water, f did not wish to be open to an attack from the man.

As soon as he arrived there, looking for me, I snuck up behind him with a branch in my hand.

I hit my father over the head with the stout branch and he crumpled to the ground.

Once again I went through the same actions that I had used with the judge. I checked to see if the man was alive and then I pulled his clothes off.

My father's body was powerful, tall and hairy. Even soft, his cock was impressive.

This time I had rope hidden under my robes and so I tied him hand and foot and then considered exactly what I would do to him. I splashed some water on his face and his eyelids moved a little as he became conscious once again.

"What's going on?" he mumbled, looking around as if he were in a fog.

I slapped him hard across the face. "What's that for? How dare you?"

"How dare you?" I snarled at him from the side of my mouth.

His mouth fell open. He clearly had no idea what I was talking about.

"You forced me to change. You felt that your way was the only way. Couldn't you see that there are other ways in the world? I began to learn about the ways of brutality from you people, but why couldn't you just let me be?"

It was as if I were speaking a foreign language. He just looked at me in the strangest way.

"All right!" I said, as I pulled my robes off. "If there is only one thing you understand."

When I was naked I dragged him across the sand to the edge of the stream where there was grass. He was lying on his back and the top of his head was wet from the running water of the .stream.

I stepped into the water and spread my legs. Then I pulled my father by the hair and I pushed my legs against his face as I snapped, "Lick me."

His closed lips moved a little bit over my pussy slit. It was a very different sensation from the feeling of Goz's lips against my pussy. My father was a man who was in need of a shave and against the delicate flesh of my cunt, his lips were grating and rasping.

"I want to feel your tongue!" I commanded. But, I did not feel his tongue.

He kept on moving his closed lips up and down against my cunt and then I pressed down against his face. His whole face was submerged.

Because his arms and legs were tied up there was really nothing that he could do to fight against me when I pushed his head under the water. f watched his body tense up.

Then I relaxed my body, but his head didn't immediately bob up from under the water. Apparently it took some effort of his neck muscles to lift his head up.

He snorted and sputtered, trying to get the water out of his nostrils.

"Now you'll listen to me when I give you a command!" I sneered, pressing my pussy against his lips once more and trying to force my cunt against his lips.

Managing to avert my cunt lips, he shouted, "You little bitch! I never should have given you life. I didn't want a daughter among my oldest children. I took you to this very stream to drown you, but your mother wanted to keep you.' Grabbing onto his cock and balls, I hissed, "You better shut up, you stupid man. You talk and talk and all you ever say is that your way of thinking and your way of life and your way of . having sex is the only one. If I hear one more word from you I'll cut off your balls!" The thought still makes me shake. I threatened to remove the very testicles that gave me life.

Then I pressed my pussy lips against his tongue. I suppose that my tone of voice combined with the dunking that I had just given him was enough to convince him that I really meant what I had been saying to him. I pushed my pussy down and spread it with my fingers.

My legs were spread wide on the muddy floor of the stream.

I was actually bouncing up and down against my father's tongue which was imbedded inside the hot and wet lips of my pussy. Most of his head was under the water and only his face was above the water, but as my bouncing became a little wilder, he was sometimes pushed under.

At that point I didn't care. I was giving the man the humiliation that he deserved.

Then I was moving back and forth a little more wildly.

He was not really moving his tongue at all. It was deeply imbedded in my cunt and just the wriggling of my body around the tongue was the only pleasure that I was getting.

But, perhaps because it was my vicious father that I was abusing, it was pleasure enough for me. In no time at all I could feel the flesh of my cunt lips going wild.

My cunt walls collapsed around my father's tongue. I could tell that he was trying to pull his tongue out of my pussy at that moment, but I wouldn't let him.

It was as if the collapsing pussy flesh was taking the tongue prisoner and holding onto it.

Then, as if to make sure that he could not get his tongue out, I tried to pull my thighs together so that I could rub them against the sides of his rough cheeks.

That was when the accident happened. Or, was it really an accident?

I was in the midst of my orgasm. I had no control over what was happening and over what my body was doing. And besides, the mud was slippery.

As I was trying to pull my thighs together, which would have brought my pussy and my father's face up a little bit from the water, I could feel the mud slipping under my feet.

That was when I slipped right into the mud, uncontrollably.

Since my father's tongue was locked into my pussy, his face was pulled completely underwater so quickly that his neck was jerked back.

I saw his body go rigid with the effort that he was exerting to pull himself back and save his life, but the bonds holding his arms and legs took care of any chance of that.

Trying to pull myself up, I grabbed onto my father's shoulder. But, the grass that he was lying on was slippery and instead of pulling myself up I just managed to pull his helpless body, head first, into the shallow water of the stream.

By the time I tried to drag him onto the shore, I could tell that he was dead.

For a moment there, while his tongue was still in my pussy, I knew that he was already dead. I will never forget the chilling realization that came with that moment.

When I managed to pull the bound form of my father from the water, after quite a bit of effort, I was sorry that I had done that. I mean, I was sorry that I had pulled him from the water. I untied the rope on his ankles. That was easy to do.

But, it was quite a bit of effort to untie the rope on his wrists. The rope had gotten wet and was tightly stuck together. But, I worked at it for a long time. I didn't want anyone to Find him with the rope still on his body.

He would not be consumed in the flames as the judge had been.

And then, once again, I faced the stream. That was the stream where he had wanted to drown me when I was a baby because he thought that girl children were too much trouble.

Well, if he had drowned me it would have been the right thing for him to do. After all, he was the one who ended up dead in that stream by my hands.

I tossed him into the water and gathered up the rope. Then I rushed from the spot and went back to the tent. I took these pages with me so that I could write down all that had happened while the incident is still fresh in my mind.

And yet, even while it is all so fresh in my mind, I cannot answer one important question.

I do not know whether or not I planned to kill my father. I keep telling myself that I only wanted to humiliate him and hurt him a little bit. But, then I ask myself some questions. I ask why I took such a foolish chance by having his head half-submerged in the water of the stream. And I have no answer for that or the other questions.

Does it matter? There is something inside me that says that it does matter, but I try to ignore that voice. I want to believe that it doesn't matter.

I will return to the city now. I do not know whether or not they will have found the body of my father at this time. I shall have to pretend to be surprised.

Everything will be easier that way. Everything will be for the best.

Anyway, whatever else all of this means, I have helped revenge my former lover.

There is yet one more step in my plan for vengeance. This one must be the best!

I am writing by the early light of the dawn. I did not want to light a lantern last night. It would have attracted too much attention. But, I knew that I had to write this down and I knew all that I had to describe. I was just waiting for the hour to arrive.

Now, although the morning light is still weak and the moon is still visible over the distant hills, I must begin this entry and describe all that I did last night.

In the late afternoon, yesterday, the day I drowned my father, my mother began to wonder where he was and she started to curse him. By evening, she was quite angry.

I pretended to be as confused as all the others were.

When we went to sleep that night, my mother was furious. It struck me as odd that she never stopped to think that some bad fortune might have befallen the man. As was typical in Sodom, she simply thought the worst possible that she could think of anyone.

We all went to sleep and I knew that I would have to complete my plan in the night.

Silently I crept from our tent and went to the tent where my brother, Asher, now resides with his new wife, Belda. I was not sure what I would do. I knew, since there would be two of them, that I would have to let chance guide me.

Listening at the spot where I knew they slept, I heard them physically fighting.

He was slapping her and she was growling like a mangy rodent who was cornered.

Then I slipped around to the front of the tent. It was simple enough to get in and to press myself down against the floor so that I would not be detected.

I could tell that my brother was on top of Belda and that they were both naked. He had his cock in her pussy and he was holding down her hands to keep her in place and to keep her from slapping and scratching at his face the way she did.

There was a blanket right next to me. That was the perfect thing to use.

But, I knew that I had to do everything in one move. There would be no second chance.

Tossing the blanket up, it landed on top of the two of them.

I heard my brother scream out, "Belda, you she-vixen, what have you done now?"

Before he could say another word, I plunged my knife into the struggling mass under the blanket. I had wanted to perform some act of sexual humiliation upon my brother, but now that I was there, after all that I had done to the judge and to my father, I could not bear to do such a thing. I slammed the sharp blade of the knife into him.

Then I pulled the knife out of the blanket. There was a shocked gasp.

I plunged the knife into the side of the blanket. I wanted to kill Belda as well.

There was blood all over the place. Neither my horrible brother nor his wife said anything after that. Forever and ever, if there is such a place as an eternity, my brother will know that his last words as a mortal soul were, "Belda, you she-vixen, what have you done now?" I never pulled the blanket back to reveal them.

Now, as I sit here with the breaking light of dawn around me, I know that my brother and his wife will be found within hours and that my father's body will probably be found at some point during the day as well. The question now is what I am to do!

It is time for me to leave Sodom. I do not know if I will survive a trek across the desert and I do not know that I will not be killed at stranger's gates. But, I must go.

EPILOGUE

Some amazing things have happened. The most amazing of all is that Sodom no longer exists. The souls I helped remove from this earth were only given a little shove ahead of time.

No doubt they would have perished soon enough with the destruction of the whole city.

Never have I seen anything so complete. When I returned to Sodom, just yesterday, three seasons having passed since the time that I left that city, I was certain that I had lost my way. I looked to the north and the distant mountains were in the right place.

The hills and stream were where they had been. But, in place of the city there was nothing. There was simply a large empty spot that was empty.

It was only today, travelling back toward Judea, that I met a family who told me a fabulous tale. They said that the wrath of the Lord was upon Sodom for all of its sins. They said that the Lord had decided to destroy Sodom as he would destroy any who lived by wickedness and unkind deeds and lack of justice.

"But what Lord is this that can be so powerful?" I asked the family.

"He has but one name and he has no name at all, just as he has all names. He is the Lord of Judea and he is the Lord of all people."

"And he hates wickedness and evil?" I asked, looking up toward the heavens.

"That is why he destroyed Sodom. We lived in Sodom and we were spared," the patriarch of the; family, a very nice man named Lot, said. "But, my wife is gone."

"Then this Lord is... selective? Is that what you're saying?"

When Lot nodded, I felt wonderful. If this power that had destroyed the evil of Sodom had decided to do it only one day before my return there must have been a reason for it.

Now, I must write about some of the things that led up to this day.

I did leave Sodom when I said I would. I headed toward Judea and ended up in a little town called Bethlehem. Everyone was very friendly and I was not used to that sort of treatment.

There was a nice family there that agreed to take me in, even when they found out that I was with child. They said that they had lost a daughter who would have been my age and that they were glad to have another. But, they were hardly lonely people.

David and Miriam had five other children of their own. But, they still had enough love to give to me. Sometimes I spoke to Miriam about my girlhood dreams and fears and about the evil ways of Sodom. She would hold me in her arms and tell me that she would keep everything all right. She told me that in Judea people learned that what was hateful to them they should not do unto their neighbor and they learned that the wishes you wish for others came back to rest upon you.

My child was born, with Miriam's help, and he was a strong boy.

I wished to call him after Goz, my beloved who was his father. But, I saw that it distressed Miriam to have a child who would have a pagan name, so I called him Gad, which was a name of the Hebrew people. It made me happy to please Miriam and David and they never asked for anything in return.

But, it was this document, these pages, which caused the trouble.

I had not looked at these pages in the three seasons since I left Sodom. I read them again and as I progressed through them I wept. I realized that I had started to feel put upon by Goz. I realized that I had become petty and selfish and suspicious.

From the things that I read in the pages, it seemed to me that I was just like the people of Sodom. I looked at the child who had been suckling at my breast. I was not fit to raise that child and I did not want the child to be contaminated by my hands.

I explained very little to Miriam and David. They did not try to stop me, but Miriam did get down on her knees to beg me not to leave and not to return to the city of my father.

That was a very serious thing for her to do because it was forbidden for Hebrews to get down on their knees or to bow before any but the Lord himself.

Since I felt that I belonged only with the people of Sodom, I had been on my way to that cursed place when I found that it was gone. It was only because I met Lot and his family that I discovered the true reason for the disappearance of Sodom.

Lot was a very wise man and I told him the whole story, leaving out no detail.

He pulled on his beard and he nodded his head as he listened. There were times that I did not know whether he was listening at all because he had been silent through so much.

Then when I finished talking, he said, very simply, "There is a little bit of Sodom in all of us."

I asked him what he meant and he went on to explain, "All of us have tire potential to be like the people of Sodom. All of us are a little selfish, a little envious and hateful and a little suspicious of strangers. It takes very little for us to become like the people of Sodom in large ways and with large actions."

"But," I asked this wise Hebrew. "What can we do?"

"We can tell our stories," he said. "People must be warned that the wages of hate are death and destruction. Hate is a spiral that only gets larger. If we tell our stories and educate people, then we can stop them from creating any more Sodoms."


The End

