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Part 2— Chapter 5

She helped Joe load the mattress into the back of her blue van. It just fit. Plenty of room front to back, it just fit between the wheel wells.

She remembered them last night fantasizing about hanging a curtain with a hole. The curtain would hang in the center of the van, over the mattress. Trudie would be able to fit the front part of her body through the hole. Her bare ass would be all that could be seen from the open back doors. They'd hang other curtains behind the front seats and along the side door.

They fantasized about driving out to the GM plant thirty miles from here, the one that had hundreds of workers. They'd find a spot to park, open the back doors and Trudie would be ready for business.

Trudie wondered how many she could do in a day. Thousands?

She thought Trudie was an optimist. She'd gotten pretty tired after only twelve or fifteen. The next batch in the alley, on a mattress in a van like this, she'd been in a haze, mostly asleep. She didn't think Trudie wanted to be asleep while all those delicious cocks fucked her.

Being able to fantasize again was great, to be with friends who could take an idea or a situation and just go with it. She missed that being straight, missed unproductive and messy time.

She smiled at Joe, followed him into the house. He had brought cardboard boxes this morning and helped her pack her things. The boxes went in next, alongside the mattress. She didn't have much. She'd leave the TV but take the VCR, leave the computer but take floppies and printouts of her stories. Leave some clothes and dishes; take what was too precious for her to part with.

Her toys rested quietly in a box between the seats.

Joe put a small canvas bag of his behind the driver's seat.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure. It's time to move on anyway."

"Anyway." She smiled.

"This is a nice van. No rust. The slant six will last forever."

She followed him into the house. That was everything.

They left in the cab with a bag of videos to return to the adult bookstore. She rode in front, the bag between her and Joe. She unfastened her pants, unzipped them. She opened the flaps and slid her hand in between the fabric and her skin. Her pussy was wet and ready.

"Nice day," Joe said.

"Isn't it." She watched the scenery as he drove. Her fingertip pressed against her clit.

"I thought I'd go in with you this time. I've never been in one of those places."

"You see something you like I'll treat you."

"What I like is sitting next to me."

"Those films have to go back." She stared out the side window.

"You know what I mean." He drove silently for a few miles then said, "Go ahead if you want to."

She turned to look at him.

He smiled as he drove, facing ahead.

The second trip out, later that afternoon, they stopped at the post office where she mailed several small parcels. Joe sat in the cab next to the van and waited for her. The next stop, their last scheduled stop until this evening, was to drop off Joe's cab.

Afterwards, he drove them in her van to a wooded park on the edge of town. He left her in back, withdrawn, while he went for a walk.

She heard him leave and relaxed.

It had been hard to maintain for so long, since this morning when he found her shivering in the van. She didn't dare ask him to fuck her. She let him untie her, carry her inside, a true gallant, and lay her on her mattress. He warmed her with his body and that was the hardest.

He didn't know who or what she was and it was impossible to keep up the pretense. She knew the lie couldn't last forever.

She lay on her back on the mattress which after the past two nights finally smelled like honest sex. She'd abandoned her clothes when Joe dropped off the cab; her shirt and jeans were somewhere in the van.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand. Then with her palm, smearing her tears. She sat up, crawled to her toy box and found what she wanted.

She knew if she left the van she was lost. She knew if she opened the doors she was lost. Instead she lay on her back, raised her legs, and brought her knees to her chest. She slowly pushed the wrench into her cunt, as far as it would go. She pulled it out, heard the sound it made as it left her, then plunged it back in her.

She imagined her ankles tied to the vertical webs of the van. Ropes to the rings in her labia opening her wide. She imagined a wrench in her, like this one, heavy chrome steel, eighteen inches long. She imagined her hands tied, arms over her head. She imagined a gag in her mouth. She could see the faces watching her in the windows of the van, the pit crew and spectators.

A raffle was being held outside. Sissy Slut was on the block. Sex slave for sale.

She wondered where Wally was. This wasn't something Wally could come up with on his own.

They were loud outside the van; it began to rock. The doors flew open; she could hear a roar of voices. They poured in, too many for the small space.

The ropes were cut and she was carried out and laid on the pavement. She saw TV cameras amidst the circle of onlookers as a man with tattooed arms and a purple bandanna on his balding head walked to her, prodded her with his boot.

She got onto her hands and knees. It was awkward with her hands still tied and the wrench still in her cunt.

He grabbed the wrench and twisted it slowly. It felt like an eggbeater in her. He pressed down on it and she rose up onto her fingers, her back arched.

Someone came shaking a spray can. The man abusing her cunt let go of the wrench and took the can. She felt the spray hit her back, damp cool that stiffened.

"Number sixty-nine is ready to race," he said. He released the gag, slapped her ass, hard. "Get set," he said.

He twisted the wrench brutally, shoved it as far as it would go. He jerked it out of her, pushed her off balance with his boot on her bare ass. "Go," he said.

She crawled to the closest man in the circle. "Please fuck me," she said, spinning so her ass pointed to him.

"Faster," the man with the bandanna said.

She opened her mouth, said, "Cum in me, cum on me."

No one moved. She watched the men holding the TV cameras walk away. Everyone looked bored.

One by one the crowd left her. Wally stood, alone, finally, and said, "There you are. I was worried about you."

"Don't you want a blowjob?" She rose to her knees.

"Naw. There is some slut in the stands. I already got one."

"Oh." She stood and followed him back to his truck.

She lay quietly and stared at the van ceiling. Her story wasn't working out the way she expected or wanted it to. Nothing was coming out right.

She twisted the wrench and closed her eyes.

She was suspended on a wood frame above the floor. Her legs were spread and restrained at one end, her hands and arms on the other. A series of wide cloth straps supported her. The frame was open at both ends so they'd have access to her.

Her head hung loosely from her shoulders. She opened her eyes and saw the puddles of cum under her, under her head, under her cunt.

The straps cut into her breasts and stomach. She wanted to change position.

They were preparing to flip the frame, attach the other slut so they'd be face to cunt. The ropes gave a lurch, one side of the frame dropped suddenly, hit the floor. She heard someone say, "Sorry." She knew it wasn't to her.

The other side of the frame rose into the air until the frame was vertical and she hung sideways. They swung the lower side while it was raised from the floor and she, and the frame, was flipped over. It only took a few minutes and a change of ropes on the grounded side.

She hung from her arms and legs as the frame was lowered closer to the floor. Her head now hung backwards, her toes pointed to the ceiling.

She felt the frame shift as the slut got on. Straps were added under her to help support her weight. It took time to fasten the slut to the frame. If she raised her head all she saw was the slut's cunt.

She waited while the slut's ass was whipped. The slut's movements caused the frame with them on it to spin a few inches in either direction like a piece of clockwork.

The fucking resumed, her holes or the slut's. Cum dripped from the slut's mouth and face onto her swollen cunt, cum dripped from the slut's red cunt onto her face.

She was too tired, but the slut screamed continuously throughout. She was sleepy, rocked by them using the swing of the frame to their advantage, one in one out. She hung there waiting for it to end.

Before it began the man in the mask told her he was taking her to a special party, an orgy in the woods, tonight. It was night now and they still used them, mostly the slut now.

She felt a flash of pain, which didn't stop, on her flank. It burned. She smelled roasted flesh as the frame rocked violently back and forth because of her movements.

"That woke her up," someone said.

She heard an angry voice, the man in the mask's, "He said she was not to be permanently marked yet."

The voices quieted around her.

She saw the man in the black leather mask kneel next to her. He was upside down. She couldn't tell the expression on his face. "Are you ready to stop?" he asked.

She wobbled her head. "More," she said. A drop of cum fell from the slut's cunt into her mouth.

She saw him stand, open his pants for her. She . . .

"Cecilia, we're at the high school."

She saw Joe turned in the driver's seat looking at her. She gave a nod.

"Ashley brought the video camera."

"Did she . . ."

"She gave it to Trudie. Trudie is parked next to us. She didn't."

She removed the wrench from her cunt; it fell from her fingers and landed on the metal floor, off the mattress.

"We wanted to know if you wanted to eat?"

She slowly sat up. It was night outside in spite of the all the bright lights. "I'm hungry."

"We'll join you."

"Wait. I need to dress."

He smiled at her. "Take your time. The game has just started."

She rummaged through her boxes. The game started some time ago. She thought at one time she knew who was winning.

She listened to the crowd cheer and the band play. It didn't make any sense out here in the van. She asked, "Ashley called him?"

They stopped what they were doing behind her on the mattress. Joe said, "She called him."

"Thanks. Sorry."

They resumed what they were doing; Joe was slowly fucking Trudie into oblivion. She watched the football field through the windshield - the back of the bleachers and bright, bright lights with a mass of vehicles between her and the field.

She shut her eyes but nothing came. She fingered the leather mask in her lap. She was dressing in black tonight. Black jeans, black shirt, black boots and her hooded mask. Trudie was in costume already; her bare skin.

She turned and watched them for a moment then quickly turned back. She could feel the van shudder in response to them. She had seen Joe watch her while he fucked Trudie.

Trudie found it hard to be quiet making it hard for her to concentrate. She laid her forehead against her side window. When she had enough she told them she was going to sit in Trudie's car. She got out, heard the scrunch of gravel under feet, walked two steps to Trudie's car and got in the back seat. She closed her eyes.

After hosing her off in the parking lot next to the house, he led her to the waiting black Cadillac. She lay in the back seat while the man in the mask rode in front with the driver. He told her she could sleep. She slept. It was a long drive.

The man in the cape joined Trudie and her outside the door to the locker room. He had a full mask and carried a video camera and tripod. She wore her hooded mask which made everything sound strange.

Trudie had led them, Trudie was naked, through the empty halls of the high school. Trudie was comfortable with her surroundings. She found them eerie. The strange light and space. It couldn't be healthy. She remembered how oppressive she found school twenty years ago. She had the same feelings now.

Trudie opened the door to the locker room and led them in. The lights were on and the place was filled with that strange boy smell. She felt like gagging.

Trudie and the man with the cape moved a heavy backless gray wood bench to the center of the room. It scraped across the floor as Trudie laughed and the man with the cape muttered back at her.

They waited on another bench along the wall, facing the bench in the center of the floor.

"The first time," Trudie said, "I was in here, there were only a few of them, five or six plus the coach. It was over in minutes. I couldn't believe how intense it had been. I came back a week later and they were all here, almost thirty of them.

"That was relatively quick, too. The past three days have spoiled me. By the end of school last year they had me after every practice, after every home game in here, in a motel room after away games. During the summer the boys took me on dates, I'd do however many. Then I found a nice man and wanted to stop fooling around behind his back. I wanted to spend time just with him. Coach put an end to that but I refused to do anything with them again."

The man in the cape left them and set up the tripod and camera.

"Even though I could spit in coach's eye, even though the past three days have been fantastic, I'm looking forward to this. I'm . . ."

"Quiet," she said. "Submit."

Trudie knelt on the floor before her, head bowed.

She reached out and lifted Trudie's chin. She looked her in the eye and smiled at her. She said over her shoulder, "You need to hear this, too."

The man in the cape turned to them.

"In 1971 I was in a van, like the one parked out there. On a mattress, in an alley off Peachtree in Atlanta. The back doors were open, it was summertime and hot. I had just done a bar. I was tired, already beginning to get sore."

"Vitamin E," Trudie said, smiling.

"Really?"

"Really." Trudie glanced at the man in the cape. "Slip a capsule into your vagina."

"I wished I'd known that. Anyway. I've never known how many climbed into the van and fucked something, mouth, ass or cunt. It could have been a thousand; I was asleep most of the time.

"A few months later I was whore for a college team and their friends and the friends of their friends. They had me in a house. Anyone, anytime. I left after a month. I escaped because I was falling into loving it, how they treated me. I didn't care about my orgasms, I cared about their cum. That scared me; how much I wanted their cum."

Trudie lowered her head. The man with the cape finished setting up the camera, placed the bag with extra cassettes under the tripod and sat next to her. They heard cheering and music from the field.

"If they won, they'll be unbearable," she said.

Trudie lifted her face and grinned.

"Turn around, hands and knees."

Trudie turned, placed her forehead to the floor.

She touched Trudie's ass, stroked it, felt the electricity of her cool bare skin. She stroked Trudie's slippery cunt, brought those fingers to her nose to smell, to her mouth to taste.

She slipped off the bench and knelt alongside Trudie. She slapped her hard, then massaged the spot with her hand, slipping her fingers into Trudie's cunt. She felt Trudie squeeze them then relax.

She fingered Trudie's clit, watched Trudie's ass rise and heard the change in Trudie's breathing. "Do yourself," she said, removing her fingers. "Tell us how much you want it."

Trudie lifted her head from the floor, fingered herself, one hand on her clit, the other in her cunt. She spoke after a moment. "Fuck me."

She slapped Trudie's ass. "Mean it or we'll leave."

"Please fuck me," Trudie wailed. "Oh God, fuck me. Fuck my ass."

She slapped Trudie, massaged Trudie's ass. "Your ass is being fucked." She slapped Trudie again, softer.

"Oh God. Like that. Fuck me. Harder. Shove it in. Yes. Cram your dick up my asshole and shoot so hard and much I can taste it. My asshole. Cum in my ass." Trudie wiggled under the spanking hand, her fingers working her cunt.

Trudie tensed, gasped, then slowed.

She grabbed Trudie's hair, pulled her head back. "You love cum, slut. Say it."

Trudie cried out, "I love cum. Oh God I love cum. I live for cum. Cum is all there is. I was created so men could dump their cum in me, on me, up me, down me, over me, through me. Cum is what I . . ."

"On the bench." She followed Trudie to the bench in the center of the locker room.

Trudie lay on her back and touched her clit only to have her had slapped away. "You love cum. Say it."

Trudie turned to the man in the cape and said, "I love cum." She turned to face the ceiling. "I love cum."

She touched Trudie's breast. "Their cum will make you cum."

"I love cum. I love cum." Trudie said it slowly, repeatedly.

She sat on the bench and waited. "Why don't you start the camera now." The man in the cape began to stand; she stopped him. "I need to retreat for a bit when they come in. I'll be close by." The man in the cape started the camera.

The football players poured into the locker room, shouted when they saw Trudie.

She stood and went to the coach who was last in the room. They watched the players take Trudie, two at a time. Trudie was already covered with cum and screaming.

"I did my end," she said.

"After we're done. Then I'll give you the tapes." He stared at Trudie. "Will she be back?"

"As your slut?"

He gave a nod. "Look at her." Instead of awe he had disgust on his face.

"She looks like she likes it. I don't think you have any worries."

"What do you have on her?"

"That isn't required. She loves it. She just needed to learn how much she loves it."

"You can train others?"

"Of course." She crossed her arms over her chest. She needed to leave.

"How much?"

"A thousand. Takes a week to break one in all the way. Miss Taylor was already halfway there."

"A thousand," he said. "I'll get back to you."

"Remember the videos."

"Don't worry." He left her to get closer to the action.

The football players cheered and called out strokes as one of them fucked Trudie in the ass. She let out a scream with each thrust.

She went into a toilet stall and shut the door. She sat on the toilet seat after dropping her pants, slid three fingers into her wet cunt and shut her eyes.

The party had already begun by the time they arrived. The man in the mask woke her. She sat and saw in the night the shapes of cars parked on the edge of a large field.

They got out. The wet grass was springy under her bare feet. There were stars overhead, the moon was out. He led her through the forest toward the lights and voices.

He stopped her before they got to the clearing. "This is my last night with you," he said.

She fell to her knees. She heard his zipper, felt his half hard cock against her face. She took his cock into her hands and pulled it into her mouth. He became hard, filling her. She drew her head back, holding his cock away from her mouth. "Please fuck me."

"Are you satisfied now?"

"I'm satisfied."

"Then I'll fuck you."

He waited as she fell to her hands and turned around.

His cock filled her cunt as his firm hands on her hips pulled him into her. He was huge, moving, huger.

He fucked her slowly, carefully with controlled precise movements. He took his time. She heard his steady breathing, felt his balls tap her legs or pussy with each stroke.

She was quiet when he came. He released her, stood up and stepped back. He said to her, "They await you. Tell them you're ready."

She nodded her head and heard him walk away, his clothes brushing the foliage.

She felt his cum drip out of her, looked and saw it sparkle in the moonlight.

She stood and walked slowly toward the clearing.

She heard him scream, "Where is she?" It was dead quiet in the locker room.

She dried her fingers on a piece of toilet paper, stood, raised her pants and flushed the toilet. She stepped into the room. "I'm here."

William stood in the doorway with his pistol.

She stood next to Trudie and took off her mask. She brushed her fingers through her hair. "We meet again, William."

"You're fucking them, too."

"Just the short fat one," she said.

William swung his gun toward the naked coach.

"Jesus," the coach said wanting to jump away, too afraid to move.

"That was a joke, William. I'm still true to you. There's been no other man since we married."

William jerked the gun toward the coach. "You said you were fucking him, Sissy." The gun shook in his hand.

"That was a joke, William. This is getting tedious."

He pointed the gun at her. "No man. You fuck women then. Are you a lesbian, Sissy? Dear God, I never thought of that. You're a fucking lesbian."

"I'm your wife, William. Did you create a trust for Ashley?"

"You're kidding. I said I'd never divorce you, you lying bitch."

"I thought so. All right, Joe. Your way."

William fell forward, his head in a hammerlock. Joe shook him. "Drop it."

William tried to swing his gun arm backwards.

"Drop it."

William let the gun fall.

Joe eased up, walked William toward Trudie and her.

"Thanks, Joe."

Joe winked at her. He jerked William. "Listen up, asshole. You'll calm down. Take off your clothes and enjoy a relaxing moment with Miss Taylor here."

"Fuck you."

Joe swung William around. "Look at who has your gun."

The man in the cape pointed the gun to the floor. He held it with both hands, stared at William. His mask hid everything but bright eyes.

Joe swung William to Trudie. "Look at her."

"I want your cum," Trudie said. She laid back on the bench. "Let me be your slut."

William stared at her. Joe eased up.

"God, Sissy," William said, staring.

"Maybe she needs a man so she won't be a lesbian any more, William. Maybe your cum will do the trick."

"Fuck your slut, William. I need your cum." Trudie writhed on the bench.

William turned to her as he dropped his pants. "You all are crazy. Does he know you fuck his girlfriend?"

"You're making her wait, William."

Trudie scooped cum off her breast and licked her fingers. "Fuck me, William."

William stepped out of his pants. He knelt by Trudie's cunt and put her legs on his shoulders.

She stood back and watched the man in the cape by the camera. She bent down, picked up William's pants and took out his billfold. She removed the cash and replaced the billfold. She went to stand by Joe and the man with the cape.

"Give Joe the gun, dear."

Joe took the gun, removed the clip, and emptied the chamber. He let the bullet remain on the floor.

She turned away from William, heard the slap of his skin against Trudie's and shut her eyes.

The clearing was filled with lights and people.

She opened her eyes. William screamed as he came in Trudie, fell back panting onto his heels. He turned his face and spat on the floor.

"Come on, Trudie. It's time to go," she said. She held out her hand.

Trudie swung off the bench, stood and slowly walked to them swinging her hips. She looked beautiful, sparkled in the light. They held hands.

The man in the cape shut off the VCR, removed the cassette and packed it with the others in the bag.

"We're leaving town, William. Ashley is going with us."

"You're kidding, Sissy. I won't let you."

The man in the cape removed his mask. "I'm going with Mom. How could you?"

William said, "She is a slut. It didn't matter, honey."

She rolled her eyes and glanced at Trudie. "He doesn't know what you're talking about, sweet." Trudie gave her hand a squeeze.

Ashley bent to remove the camera from the tripod.

"We're leaving it, Ashley."

"It's mine, Mom." Ashley returned to the camera.

"I'll help her," Joe said. He slipped the gun and clip into his pocket.

"You're not going to let them get away with this are you?" William stood and stared at the boys and coach.

"We were having a great time till you came," the coach said.

"But she's my daughter."

She shook her head but the coach ignored her. "You should have seen her in here a week ago with the boys. Better than Miss Taylor."

William lunged at him.

They left the ruckus, Ashley and Joe leading.

At the car and van they separated. Trudie sat naked in the driver's seat of her car, laughed and said, "Maybe I'll get lucky and pick up a hitchhiker." Ashley sat next to her.

"You'll follow us out of town?" she asked.

Trudie waved. "We'll be right behind you."

She dropped William's pants on the gravel beside the front wheel and joined Joe in the van.

"Ready?" Joe asked.

"I'm ready," she said. She held out her hand. Joe took it, gave a squeeze then let go.

"Time to leave," he said.

At a rest stop on the highway they sat at a picnic table and snacked on raw vegetables. She was happy. She shook her hair, felt her hair be tugged by the breeze.

"That was nice back there." Trudie paused slightly, "All except you dad, Ashley." Trudie wore pants and a man's dress jacket.

Ashley shrugged her shoulders, then grinned. "It's okay."

"That was nice back there but I'm still horny." Trudie laughed. "That's the part I never understood. I was always still horny." She nodded toward Joe who sat across from her. "But with a man like Joe, in spite of the unkindness of nature," she grinned, "it's different."

She finished her carrot. "In spite of that fact, Trudie, you're going to have to share him with me. We're getting two rooms. We'll take turns keeping Ashley company."

Ashley looked at her. "But what about me?" She looked at Joe. "In spite of the fact you're small."

Joe said from the corner of his mouth, "You're jailbait, kid."

Trudie laughed. "Small. Ashley, you don't know the half of it."

She shut her eyes. The clearing was filled with light and people. She opened her eyes. Light and people. The screams in the distance could have been from passion or pain.

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