The Pullover
Part One — Preparation for the Cell Called Passive Obedience

Chapters 15 and 16

My life had become a circus of humiliations.

Sally woke me up, left my hands tied, threw the coat over my shoulders, dumped my clothes in my arms and set me on my way to cabin thirteen. "Your precious book will be perfectly okay here. You'll be too busy to read in the morning anyway."

Elizabeth squealed when she saw me at the door, pulled me in, took the clothes and coat from me and left me standing, bound and naked by the stove while she went to get her collection of tokens. She showed them to me, too many to hold in one hand. My only comfort was the knowledge that she had small hands.

"Guess how many?" she said, her hands held high under my nose.

"Twelve?" I was too tired for this.

She shook her head. "Guess again." Her whole face was radiant and smudged.

"Eighteen?"

She shook her head; her whole body followed a beat behind. "Guess again."

"I have to pee."

"I have a trick to show you." She put the tokens in my shoe (of all places), pulled me over to the bedpan.

I lowered my hands, but she said, "No, silly." She pressed up against my back; her hands held my cock and aimed. "Go on."

"It's going to miss."

"Guess how many?"

I took a second to relax my bladder. The stream shot high, she lowered, too much, swung my dick too far to the side, giggling all the time and rubbing her naked body against my back. I think three drops made it to the pot.

She shook my cock, held it as she pressed her chin into my back. "Someone had an accident and will have to clean it up."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Guess how many?" She released me, came back with a towel. "Go on, clean it up."

I knelt and wiped up the pee. Elizabeth said above me, "Tonight was fantastic. I've not had this much fun for ages."

I was unsteady standing up, held the towel to her but she pointed to a basket. "Over there." I let the towel drop from my fingers, turned toward the bed.

"Thirty-three," she said from the bed. "You'd better sleep on the floor. I'm so excited I don't know what would happen if we were together in bed."

She lay back on the bed, pressed her hands over the top of her pussy. "I'm so squishy." She giggled and shook her hips. "Your stuff is under the bed."

"Thanks," I said. I spread the blanket and sheet from my bedroll on the floor, lay down and pulled what cover I could over me.

"You didn't put wood in the stove, did you?"

I got up, opened the stove door and managed with care because of my bound hands to drop two pieces of wood in. As I went toward the bed, she looked up at me and said, "Blow the lamp out."

I lay back down, pulled the cover over my body. The blanket felt awfully thin on the cold floor. "Goodnight," I said.

Elizabeth was quiet on the bed; after a few minutes I could hear her snore.

Breakfast came before my treatment. I was stiff and sore and my head was completely stuffed. Elizabeth sat on the bed by my side as I counted the tokens. She was right. Thirty-three more pages of the book I had read only page of so far. Thirty-three more strokes of the cane. I took a token out, dropped it into my pocket. "I have a date tonight."

Elizabeth could tell I wasn't in a good mood. She hung on my arm with both hands as we walked to the roadhouse. She smelled ripe from all the fucking, looked wildly beautiful. The touch of her bare skin was intoxicating, even with layers of clothing between us.

Annie and six girls were already there along with Sally, Jasper, Jim and several other men whom I didn't know yet. Annie studied Elizabeth carefully as we sat, I across from Annie, Elizabeth next to me on my right. Another girl, older, sat on my left.

"When everybody's here I'll introduce you two," Sally said.

Annie held her coffee cup in two hands and grinned at me over it. "Hiya soldier."

"Who's she?" Elizabeth whispered.

So many answers popped into my head at once I was boggled.

"Who is she?" Elizabeth said louder.

Sally grinned at me. Annie said, "Coming by to visit me again tonight, big boy?"

"You didn't?" Elizabeth said.

Annie took a sip of coffee, her eyes never leaving my face. She blew a kiss at me while Elizabeth was shaking my arm and becoming even more agitated.

Another girl came and I guess that was it.

"Everyone," Sally said. "This is Charlie, Ben's son, and his girl, Liz."

"My name isn't Liz," Elizabeth whispered to me.

"It is here until we can come up with something better."

"Back Door Gertie," Annie said.

Elizabeth tried to freeze Annie with her stare. I looked elsewhere.

"Introduce yourselves," Sally said.

"I already know the men," Elizabeth said.

I expected they were all freebies, not thirty-three, thirty-eight was more like it.

"Charlie doesn't."

"He just knows some of us girls," Annie said with a grin. "Hard to believe he was a virgin."

Elizabeth looked like she was ready to jump across the table.

"Still is, Liz," Sally said. "Don't let Little Orphan Annie get your goat."

"Just a mere technicality."

"Introduce yourselves. You two girls, if you want to fight, save it for later. You can be part of the entertainment tonight. The customers love a good catfight."

"I'm Jasper, we've already met."

I gave each of the men a nod as they introduced themselves. The girl next to me, a red head about twenty, was Sophie. Annie. Sue who was older, plump and friendly. Lori was sullen, dark-haired, like most of the girls; Elizabeth was the only true blonde. Gypsy sat next to Elizabeth and they quickly became pals. Granny was a cook and Soshel, a good-looking black woman, said she wasn't a pro but not above helping out sometimes, was the housekeeper.

The girl who sat next to Annie, Nel, was a mystery to me. She only paid attention to Annie who ignored her almost completely. Nel was very plain with a bad case of acne who was about Elizabeth's age. I wondered what drew her to a place like this and what drew men to her.

"So, Charlie," Sally said. "I understand you have a treatment scheduled for after breakfast. The girls and I want to watch."

For some reason something Annie did made me blush. I turned to Sally but was interrupted by Elizabeth.

"Charlie and I need to talk first. Don't we, Charlie?"

I gave a nod, afraid to shift my gaze past Annie again. She was a most disquieting young woman. She'd completely fooled me last night, but the strange thing was this morning I wasn't completely sure she could see. Her pale eyes seemed to look past me.

"I'm done," Elizabeth said. "Come on, Charlie."

"We'll meet you at thirteen in five minutes," Sally said. "We'll take care of accounts for you afterwards. And Charlie." I stopped and turned. "It will just be us women attending." Elizabeth jerked my hand and I followed her.

We stood on the short dock on the river. It was December now, cool but the afternoon looked to be sunny and relatively mild.

Elizabeth studied my face, didn't speak right away.

Then she held out her hand. "I want the token back, Charlie. If you want to play house with that bitch you can do it out of your share."

I gave her the token; it wasn't worth fighting about.

"All of a sudden, now I'm a whore, you aren't treating me the same." Elizabeth turned away from me. "I knew it would happen. It's like I'm dirty or something."

If I hadn't spent part of the night sleeping on the cold floor, if Elizabeth's antics hadn't put me off, I might have tried to placate her. I said nothing. I wasn't cold to her, but I refused to acknowledge or dispute a word she said.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I want us to be lovers forever, even if we can't marry. I know you'll have other women, but I want to be your first. Give me that tomorrow, and I don't care what you do to me."

Her back was to me. The breeze of the river was cold. Her hair raised in wings toward me. Her dress fluttered like a sail. I was cold in my coat; she only wore a lightweight cotton dress.

I held her from behind, my arms across her belly. She gave off so much heat and her heady smell surrounded us. I rested my chin on her head. "Let's go back to the cabin, Elizabeth. You have my love. Annie intrigues me. No more." My first lie to her. "You'll be my first." Events would conspire differently. "I want to bathe you after my treatment."

"With your tongue?"

"If you like."

She wiggled against me. "I'm sorry. It's just that I know you don't really like me anymore. It makes me crazy."

"I love you."

"That's not the same." She turned in my arms; I found my hand in hers, my hand opened by her and the token placed in it. "From now on, all I make is yours." Her other hand had wormed its way into my pants. "And, for the time being, this is mine."

We kissed and I was dizzy for a moment. Her dress was open, my hands on her breasts. She had to pull me to the cabin.

Granny, Sochel and Nel weren't there. Sally, Annie, Gypsy, Lori, Sue and Sophie were. Someone had put wood in the stove. I got a whiff of smoke when we went in.

They didn't say anything which made it slightly easier for me. Elizabeth rolled out the blanket for me to lie on and waited while I undressed. Annie attempted to make a comment but Sally shushed her.

Six pairs of eyes besides Elizabeth's watched me as I lay down. Elizabeth tied my arms across my chest and covered me with the shroud.

Elizabeth whispered by my head as she tucked the shroud close to me, "Don't disappoint Dot and me, Charlie."

Elizabeth's lips on my cock knowing Annie was watching — that five other women and Annie were watching almost made me falter. I clenched hard, my fingers bit into my arms and I was forced to imagine something disagreeable: Elizabeth and my father coming in from the back yard, him zipping up his pants, giving me a wink. Elizabeth walking up to me and giving me a kiss where I could taste and feel my father on my tongue.

Anger wasn't what I wanted at that moment, what I wanted was peace. I listened to the logs in the potbelly stove crackle and pop. I was the smoke in the chimney, the smoke and embers floating up above the cabin, over the conglomeration of cabins and paths, the barn and the roadhouse, the fields and the river.

I fell asleep.

Elizabeth woke me, saying, "Do it," and slapping my leg. I listened and could hear nothing but Elizabeth's efforts. My cock was in that tightness deep in her mouth. I felt it, and my whole body whooshed toward it. I came, gave a squeal and my body stiffened.

A moment later, Elizabeth pulled back the shroud. The light around her head was too bright. I could see her eyes, the wetness of her lips and she kissed me.

I was in a daze for several minutes later. She uncovered me; I could see no one else in the room. "Where are they?"

"They left after about forty-five minutes. Sally said it was the damnedest thing she'd ever seen. Even Annie was . . ." Elizabeth didn't have a word for it. "Our best time ever, Charlie. An hour and a half and I think you could have gone longer except I was getting sore." She gave a lopsided grin as she tucked me into bed. "Me after thirty-some men last night. Not a care in the world. You're the one who makes me sore." She kissed my nose, tucked the bedcovers around me.

"I need to talk to Sally."

"After lunch." Elizabeth climbed into bed beside me. "I need a nap." She lay half on me, her fingers playing with my cock. She kissed my nose. "It's okay if I play with some of the guys this afternoon, isn't it? After your treatment?" She watched me carefully.

I said, "Of course," but I couldn't tell if that's what she really wanted me to say.

Chapter 16

I had exactly fifteen pages of The Charterhouse of Parma read and little expectation of being able to read more. The girls were all working, Sally needed her cabin for some undefined reason and I was left to my own wits. Sally hinted she had important matters to discuss but left it at that.

I envied Jasper and the other men for being able to take what they wanted or needed from the girls, and my impression was from not a few of the women visitors, and still retain their independence.

Not me. Each treatment today was more grueling than the previous and I'm not entirely sure Elizabeth was alone; Gypsy may have helped her. The two seemed to have become bosom buddies. The attachment wasn't so close to keep Gypsy from cornering me in the afternoon and offering me five dollars to be the one, as she put it, to "pop your cherry."

Having my cherry popped was an absolutely repugnant image. The prospect of what would happen tomorrow was frightening enough without the additional image of objects exploding. If I'd had any sense I would have headed south or north on Talmudge, traveled far, perhaps hopped a freighter and sailed to South America.

Gypsy wasn't the first to offer me an indecent proposal. Sophie was the first; she was in cabin two (I was enjoined to remember the number and location). Sophie's offer was non-monetary, purely for the fun of it. Being speared by my cock wasn't, in my mind, a fun thing to do. She assured me it would be and that Elizabeth need never know.

If Sally's seemed busy Friday night, it was surely busy Saturday night. The place was hopping.

I sat on the dock for as long as I could stand the cold, decided to visit Annie (I admit I wasn't in my right senses), warm up and see if I could go back to Sally's cabin and finish my reading.

I knocked on number seven; there wasn't an answer so I tried the door. Annie sat dressed, her suitcase open on the bed, clothes spread out. "I'm busy," she said. "Try someone else."

I closed the door behind me. She stared at the floor, I stood by the door, not moving, enjoying the heat of the room.

She leaned against the bedstead and sighed loudly. "Is that you, Charlie?"

"Is everything okay?"

"You should leave."

I checked her stove, went out and brought in an armload of wood. She stood, took off her coat, lifted the suitcase from the bed and moved it on the floor.

"Drop the latch, will you?" She stacked her clothes from the bed in a chair and undressed slowly.

I latched the door and warmed my hands by the stove.

Annie, when she was naked, sat in the middle of the bed. "Get my purse for me. It's somewhere in here."

I found her purse, carried it to the bed. She looked in my direction but not at me. She reached out her hand for the purse but was off two feet to my right.

There was a jiggle at the door, a knock. "I'm looking for Charlie," Sally said. "Is he in there with you?"

"Are you?" Annie softly asked.

"No," I said.

"He's not here, Sally, hasn't been by all night. If you see him, tell him I'd enjoy a visit."

Sally walked off without responding.

"Where's my purse?"

"Here." I bumped her hand with it.

She opened the purse, took out her billfold and handed it to me. "Take out twenty."

"Why?"

"You came here to fuck. I'll pay you twenty to be first."

"You're kidding."

"Twenty dollars to a two-bit whore isn't kidding. I trust you to take the right amount."

I gave the billfold back. "Elizabeth will be first."

"Do you have any idea how many johns are wannabe pimps? Your Elizabeth will be in someone else's hands before the weekend's through."

"Okay to talk?"

"So you won't take the twenty?"

"No."

"We can talk, but it'll cost you." She held out her hand.

I gave her the token. She put her billfold back in her purse, left the purse on the bed. She felt along the shelf and dropped the token in the glass jar.

"Sit down," she said.

I sat next to her; she held my hand.

"Your hand is cold."

"I've been outside for a while."

"Having second thoughts?"

"I'm always having second thoughts."

"Nel said that Sophie said your ass was black and blue from all the welts."

"Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth whips you?" She didn't sound surprised.

"After school."

"You can have all the money in my billfold. I'll become your girl, get first crack at you, and you'll get all I make. I won't whip you."

"I love Elizabeth."

"You don't love me?"

"I don't know."

"I think there's two hundred, a little more. We could go north and you could put me in a high-class house, make twenty-five a day off me."

That was a lot of money.

"I could get you other girls. Nel would come along. She thinks she's in love with me." For the first time that night Annie's face turned to mine and she looked at me directly. The way her eyes looked at me made my eyes water. She gave my hand a squeeze. "You aren't saying anything."

"I'm staying with Elizabeth."

"You know how to break a girl's heart, don't you? Thirty to be the one."

"Sorry."

"How sorry?" She grinned at me, pulled my hand to her lap. "Feel that?"

She felt soft, wet and warm.

"I've been told I have the best cunt east of the Mississippi." She leaned against me. "Stick a finger in."

"I couldn't."

"Go ahead. It won't kill you."

"I better not." I tried to pull my hand away. "I better go."

"Go on, stick your finger in and I'll let you leave."

I put my finger in her hole. She was able to grip me so tightly I flushed, felt a wave of heat all over my body. My ears began to roar.

"Kiss me," she said.

I shook my head, trying to escape the grip of her eyes and her cunt. She held my head with both hands and we kissed. "Forty dollars," she said as her hands fell to my legs.

"I have to go."

"You can leave anytime you want to. We can go north and I'll make you rich and we can be lovers in the morning. You'll dress well, have a new car. Nel will work her ass to be near me. We'll have to throw her a sop now and again. Me, never you. You'll be my man. You'll have a dozen girls, but only I will get to touch you like this."

Her hands on my cock felt wonderful. I was so hot I wanted to ask her to let my finger go so I could undress. I wanted something cool to drink. "Do you want me to get you something from the bar?"

Annie laughed so hard my finger popped out. I could smell her; the whole room was suffused with her odor. She smelled clean and unfucked.

There was a pounding on the door. "Charlie, I know you're in there."

It was my sister's voice.

I stood; Annie fell back on the bed laughing. "Dot?"

"Unlock the door, Charlie. Right now."

I slid the latch back, stood aside as Dot and Sally came into the cabin.

"What's her problem?" Dot said.

"It's hot in here." I had to say something.

"Button your fly, Charlie," Sally said. "I'll take him back to my room."

"I'll be with you in just a minute. I have to talk to her first." Dot strode toward the bed.

"Come on, Charlie," Sally said. In the yard she asked, "Did you two?"

I shook my head.

"Myself, I never thought virgins were worth all the trouble. Give me an experienced lover any day." She pushed my toward the path to her cabin. "In your case, I might make an exception."

The cold outside air cleared my senses. I knew I was in trouble.

Sally unlocked her door, told me to sit in the chair and read. I picked up the book but the words swam before my eyes. Dot came in a few minutes later.

"It's okay," Dot said. "They didn't do anything. Is she really blind?"

Sally grinned and said, "Ask him."

"Charlie," Dot said. "I can't leave you alone for a day before you begin causing problems. Drop your pants."

I looked at Dot's face, saw the look in her eyes and decided I'd better do more than she asked. I stripped and waited. Dot went over to a carpetbag and took out her old belt. "I think we'll need a room tonight, Sally."

"B is vacant."

Dot doubled the belt and gave a quick sideways stroke. I tried to keep from making noise.

"It's a good thing Elizabeth isn't here. She encourages him." Dot got a good solid stroke in. "You make me so mad, Charlie."

"I'll leave you to your tender devices," Sally said.

"We'll take B, add it to the tote." Dot gave a quick double stroke that made me hop.

Sally smiled at me from the doorway. "Think about it, Charlie. My mercies are more tender than your sister's."

Dot got in a good one that made me howl. On my hands and knees on the floor, blubbering, my nose suddenly clear as streams of mucus poured from it, I wondered just what the hell was everyone talking about.

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