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Prom night at Sally's was an event before it even started. Special decorations were put up, the barn was lit and a band from the state capitol tuned their instruments. Obviously not everyone went to the prom at Sally's. The official prom was at the high school, in the gym, with a group of staid townspeople chaperoning. There were no chaperones at Sally's, there was plenty to drink, and for boys without a date, the cabins in back were a welcome relief. Sally's didn't usually host a prom, but because of Elizabeth and her ties with half, perhaps more, of the males in town and the surrounding region, everyone wanted to help her celebrate. A private celebration was held in Cabin B, just Dot and I in attendance. With the end of school looming, Dot was graduating. I had summer to look forward to and Dot had plans to keep me busy. Life would have been easier if I'd had to make money pushing a reel mower all day, every boiling hot day, under the harsh sun. Sisyphus' labors were nothing compared to mine. Dot's remarks were accentuated with a stroke of her trusty old leather belt. I couldn't have left even if I'd wanted to — my ankle was chained as usual to the wall. In between lashings and my outbursts I could hear excited talk on the walkways, the band begin to play and the noise of cars being driven onto the grass nearby to park. That meant the normal parking area was packed. "First off, idiot, there'll be some changes made. Some you'll like, some you won't, none of them are anything I want to hear your comments on. Understand?" She was panting over me, the leather belt held limply in her fingers. "Understand?" She gave the belt a swish. "Yes." I couldn't take my eyes off the belt end. "First off, there's no reason that you should be available to just women, is there?" I shook my head. An indeterminable number of girls had used me too. "And you can't see, so it doesn't make a difference, does it?" It made a huge difference to me. Dot had settled on a hood over the blindfold several months ago. Sometimes I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Does it?" In the long run, no. What I felt wasn't important. That had been dinned into my head some time ago. "No." It did though. "So don't be surprised if you hear a man's voice or if your backdoor is being used." "What?" I got whacked hard. "You heard me. Why not? What do you care?" She stroked my stomach with the belt end. "After all I've done for you." "I'm sorry." Maybe she was kidding. "Second item is your summer days spent in idleness." She whisked my belly with the belt. I wanted to grab it, didn't dare. "I bet you thought with school over you'll sit at home or better yet here and do nothing." "I'll work," I said. I tried to protect myself from the next blow. All she did was swish the belt across my belly. "Of course you will. We'll set up in the carriage barn and you'll be there unless we get a call." She whacked me. "How will we get a call?" "I don't know." I was crying. "I've done so much for you and look at you. Disgusting." I covered myself. My traitor body. I knew after a whipping Elizabeth would be eager for me. Especially if she did the whipping. "Well? What do you have to say?" "I'm sorry." She whacked me several times. "Thank you," I screamed. "You're welcome," she said. "I wish I didn't have to go through all this to get a thank you. How will we get a call?" "I don't know." "Think." "I am thinking. I don't know." "Third item is what I've been expecting for some time now." She sat on the bed. "Elizabeth is going to Chicago. She sold her share in you to Nel and Annie." "No!" I think I screamed that word fifty times. "Danny. You know Danny, don't you?" I shook my head, my knuckles in my mouth, teeth biting hard. "Danny comes through about once a month looking for girls for his place in Chicago. I'm sure you've met him. I know he's seen you, was quite impressed. But." Dot reached out her foot to kick me. I was in a ball, lying on my side. "But he saw the turmoil you cause here and said she couldn't bring you." I was quiet through the pause. "If you weren't such a fuck up I'd have gotten enough from the both of you to set myself up in business in town — open a bakery. I've always wanted to make fancy French patisseries. Bet you didn't know that, did you?" I shook my head. "That's because you are a self-centered lout, only interested in planting your cock in as many cunts in a day as you possibly can." "Nel?" I asked. "Nel is getting the car and will drive to the barn from here with a message. She's pretty broken up over this, you know. She and Elizabeth had grown quite close." My eyes couldn't get any shutter. "Let's see. First item, men. Second item, your new summer job. Third item, Nel and Annie. Annie will be with you during the daytime. I'm too busy to babysit you all the time. Nel and Annie will bring you here in the evenings. You're staying here at night from now on. I get the bedroom all to myself. Annie and Sally can fight over you; I'm not getting involved. I think that's it. Oh." She stood up. "I almost forgot. You owe Sally two hundred and thirty-seven dollars." "What!" "I thought you'd try to weasel out of it." She whacked me with the belt until there was a knock on the door. "Charlie!" I heard when the door opened. I uncurled enough to see Elizabeth in the doorway. She was beautiful. She came to me, knelt, touched my skin and her eyes widened. She licked her lips, turned to say over her shoulder, "Could I have a moment to say goodbye, Danny?" "Don't take long." I shut my eyes, felt her stretch me out and roll me onto my back. I was afraid if I opened my eyes, I'd see him. And he'd be there with a smirk on his face as he watched me like this. Her cunt slid ever so slowly down my cock and I wished it were skin against skin one more time, her lying across me, us touching all over. Her use of me was quick and noisy. When she was ready she yelled, "Do it." Her yell changed into a steady scream and I came in her for the last time. We stayed together for a minute and then she climbed off and let her skirt fall. My eyes were open but too filled with tears to really see anything. She left me; I heard the door close and began to sob. I remembered our first kiss, my first kiss ever. "Roll over," Nel said. "What?" "Here's the belt if you need it," Dot said. "Charlie, you'd better do as she says. I have work to do. Nel, he's to be in one piece when Annie gets here in," there was a pause, "twenty minutes." Nel was silent. "Go ahead and whip him," Dot said. "I know how you feel." I didn't hear the door close because of my shrieks. I found myself on my hands and knees shuddering, something huge was shoved hard up my butt. It hurt worse than anything. Anything! Worse than Nel's whipping, worse than Elizabeth's leaving, worse than anything. I dropped my head onto my arms and sobbed as Nel jerked on my cock. "Come on," she said. "Show me you like it." "Get it out of me." "Now you know how I felt, bastard. Doing me that way. Come on. Show me you like it." She jerked hard. "Owwww." "I don't know what anyone sees in you." She slapped my ass. "Make an effort." I was afraid to move. I knew she was crazy. She wanted to kill me, was doing it now. "Lie on your back, knees on your chest." I didn't move quickly enough, she grabbed the grain silo in my ass and shoved it into the next state. I moved in all directions at once, anything to get away from her. I ended up on my back, knees on my chest, Nel by my side, her fingers on my brow smoothing my hair. She smiled at me. I noticed one of her front teeth had a big chip missing. "There, there, sweetheart." Her other hand moved the silo in and out of me. She bent to me and we kissed. I was in incredible pain but her tongue tasted sweet in my mouth. Her tongue was hard and insistent. I opened wider. Her other hand was on my cock which was still slippery from Elizabeth. I held Nel close to me as we kissed, she lifted up and I held her until I had to let go. She looked so kindly on me as both hands worked. I was confused. She said, "Do it," and I shot across my stomach and chest. Her hands till worked on me and I felt warm, almost faint. When I opened my eyes Nel was gone and Annie stood over me. She said, "You fucking bastard," and gave me a kick. I tried to roll away from her; she hit me with the belt. Her eyes glowed the palest blue, so cold it hurt to look at her. "You despicable worm. Because of you I lost Elizabeth." Kicks and belt strokes rained on me. I rolled in a ball and lost everything but the desire to be away. I didn't exist anymore. I was a twitching body without a master. She quieted and bent close. There was something that made me say, "No, Miss Nichols. Don't. Please don't." Annie grabbed my hair and banged my head against the floor. "Don't." Bang. "Ever." Bang. "Mention." Bang. "My." Bang. "Sister's." Bang. "Name." Bang. Bang. Bang. I remember vomiting and not much else.
Chapter 24 I don't need to tell everything here, do I? At first I was just a cock, now I was also a hole, used in much the same way Elizabeth had been used. Oh, how I missed her. Although over the past months we'd grown apart, there was still that immediate closeness born of familiarity and, in our case, surely more. I hadn't lied when I told her I loved her and I don't believe she lied either. My purpose was gone and I was cast adrift, though still shackled to the wall in Cabin B. Nel, strangely enough, and I became close after that kiss. Annie was a tormentor of body and soul. She enjoyed making her regulars, her lovers as she styled them, jump through hoops for her attention. She didn't care about money. A lover's token bought the same as some casual fuck's. Her lovers were expected to give her more. She enjoyed orchestrating my treatments so they involved the most abuse and humiliation possible. If she'd led me down Talmudge naked, with a chain around my neck, it would have been no worse. In spite of that, or because of it, I think her obsession with me was at least partly love. Nel was responsible for the opening of me and teaching me to take something much larger than a grain silo (which turned out to be a short section of broomstick) up my ass. After the first time she used lard which eased the way of the objects she inserted. She was gentle, surprisingly, and I felt a genuine closeness. Her lovemaking was earthy — strong and overwhelming in its constant and increasing intensity. She wasn't a lady; she was raised on a farm and knew how to handle animals with assurance. She could have cared less about my cock, except to reward me for my increasing acceptance of my state. She and Annie were the only ones I saw. Sally, if she visited, came at night when it was dark. All the others were impressions and experiences that fell back to vagueness in the onslaught of fresh experiences and were almost all quickly forgotten. See me, if you will, on the floor on my back, the shroud or hood over me, and used for so long and by so many that my continued erection was painful almost beyond enduring. I couldn't come if I'd wanted to. I wasn't always quiet — there were moments of pain or almost ecstatic bliss that wouldn't permit me to keep my mouth shut. It was a strange form of waiting, I knew not for what, those weeks after Elizabeth left me. Other times, Annie held my head as my hole was used. She told me how good I was, how beautiful. If anyone spoke, man or woman, I quickly forgot their words. What mattered most was the touch of Annie's fingers and the sensation of anticipatory pain that always proceeded such affaires, where Annie whipped me with various devices, a cane, a crop, or a buggy whip, which was still relatively common in those days. How she loved whipping me. After Elizabeth left, the last few detentions after school with Miss Nichols were brutal. She almost never spoke, just pointed to where I should stand. I bent over, my pants on the floor, shirt flung up onto my back, and my hands were held behind me by Miss Nichols as she used the cane. The difference between Miss Nichols' brutality and Annie's was subtle but one I deeply felt. It was as if Miss Nichols wanted to whip Elizabeth back into my life, if she could, and return the both of us to our innocent states. Annie whipped me to expunge the past, to make the present searing pain my only existence. After the school year was finished, Annie still drove me to town, led me to the ravine in back of the high school and prepared me for a host of schoolgirls and perhaps older women. Dot sometimes met her there and received her share of my earnings, and Annie's since Annie was, after all, my whore. I never, as usual, saw a nickel. When summer started my days and nights were spent at Sally's except for those interludes in the ravine. When away from the cabin and allowed to dress I still had to wear the sweater, too small and almost unbearably hot in summer. Annie added a brightly colored beanie which I had to wear everywhere I went. Imagine us walking downtown, in the square, in early evening, an hour before dark, me dressed like a clown and Annie strikingly beautiful in the best clothes she could buy. Annie held my hand tightly in hers and enjoyed engaging passerby in conversations about the weather. Women looked on my face in shock or greed to have me for their own. Men found a need to spit on the ground when I passed. Even the ones who the night before had used my hole cruelly. I was too tired to despair completely, to try to find a way to end my life. I was already in hell and could only imagine because of my slapdash religious upbringing that the hell I was destined for would be even worse. Yes, I enjoyed the women who used me. It was a game of mine to force them to submit in whatever manner I had at my disposal, however meager, bound and hooded. I was still the instrument of their pleasure and I could, by subtle movements or not, encourage or end that pleasure. And yes, my orgasms were deeply felt, not fleeting wisps of feeling. I had too many, more than any seventeen-year-old deserved. And gave too many, though at the time I thought their cries and moans were my vengeance. Everything ended on June twenty-seventh, a Tuesday, it was afternoon and Annie and Dot had escorted me to an assignment, a private house visit which was becoming more frequent and I believe highly profitable to both. Little did the high society that used me, the high society of a very small town, realize that they were by no means the first on a busy day. They were assured I was clean and believed those assurances. Of course I wasn't by then. I didn't know the house; it was stone, two stories with a round turret on the corner. There was a street or two of such houses, very far from my parents' at one end of town or Clancy's at the other. I was led in, made to wait in the parlor, told not to touch anything, and left while arrangements were made upstairs. The lady's husband wasn't at home and perhaps the housekeeper sent away, though that wasn't always so. I never saw; Annie or Dot, this time it was Dot, hooded me. In this case I was led upstairs, led into a room and made to undress. Of course it was impossible to wear the hood and to pull off the tight sweater. Sometimes I was made to face the wall, others placed in a closet. At all times I had to keep my eyes closed. A stage happened next with all its variants. I was "prepared" — fondled, stroked, commented on. I could tell Annie's touch; I believe Dot never touched me. My body was an object of appraisal and the user's desire was amplified by such fondlings, which went as far as fellatio, always with a giggle or a comment. These women, for all their finery, were no different than any of the others who used me. I was told to lie on my back. Sometimes on the floor, more usually on a soft bed which was unnerving, or a few times was placed in a chair or over a hassock. Sometimes bound, sometimes not. Sometimes the women wanted my tongue first and the hood was drawn back slightly. This time I was on a bed, my hands tied to each corner, my feet left free. The lady used my cock and I tried to accommodate myself to the unused softness of the bed with springs. My bed in the cabin had slats under the mattress which was less fatiguing on my back. The lady had become increasingly frantic and vocal; the bed thumped on the floor which perhaps did more to hide his footsteps than her yelling which by now had dropped to a whimper. I have no idea where Dot or Annie were in the room when her husband, president of the bank, came in. I heard his curses and a scream from her. Perhaps he hit her, perhaps a threat alone had drawn the scream. Her cunt left me; there was confusion on the bed. Fighting? I don't know. I think I heard Annie's voice before his fists knocked me senseless. What I know is from afterward, told to me by Nancy. Annie I never saw again. Dot only once until years later. Nancy said that they, who they were wasn't clear, wrestled the husband from me, and pulled his hands from my neck. What is best remembered at that moment was the fierceness of my erection and how I never struggled. Perhaps Annie stood and stared as the lady and Dot handled the husband. Somehow the room was free of the husband; perhaps he was loading his pistol in another room. I was freed, carried out of the house. To carry my unconscious form down the hall, down the stairs, through the house to the door and across the yard to be placed in the car took at least three persons, maybe more. What I know is that I woke in utter darkness, naked on a hard cot. I woke and went back to sleep again. I knew I was dead. Go on to read the last chapter. The
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