Dear Mr Sense,
Hi!
My name is Lisa. I hope you
don’t mind me writing to you like this, but this morning I read an article
about you in the newspaper and I was really intrigued and curious about you.
My parents would be really angry I think if they knew I was writing to
you, but I just had to find out more about you.
I hope you don’t mind that.
A bit about me – I’ll keep it short
and not bore you! I’m sixteen
years old (seventeen in September), and I’m in my last year of high school.
I want to be a doctor and I am going to take Chemistry, Biology and Maths
A-levels. I live with my parents in
the suburbs, and I have a dog named Jerry.
He is a Springer Spaniel – my Dad suggested the name Jerry because of
Jerry Springer. I have a little
brother named Mark – he is twelve and he usually annoys me, but sometimes he
can be sweet.
That’s enough about me – I don’t
want to write too much in case you aren’t interested in hearing about me.
I’d like to hear lots and lots about you, though.
I’ve looked you up on the Internet and I found a complete listing of
all your crimes – it made for very interesting reading!
You have led quite a life. Do
you regret the things you have done? Do
you feel sorry for any of the women? I
hope those questions don’t offend you.
Anyway I hoped you liked this letter.
If you would like to write back to me, I’d love to hear from you.
Yours,
Lisa Morris.
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Dear Lisa,
Thank you very much for taking the
trouble to write to me. Your letter
cheered me up immensely. As you can
imagine I am quite lonely for much of the time.
I am in a cell by myself and don’t get to talk to other people very
often. Your letter, coming so
unexpectedly out of the blue, was like a ray of sunshine piercing the gloom of
my solitary existence.
I am glad you found my crimes made
interesting reading – did it not frighten you at all to read about them?
You are right – I have led quite a life.
I sometimes feel a little sorry for some of my victims, but mostly I do
not. I have no regrets, really,
except for getting caught. That may
sound rather callous – I am sorry if it does – but I cannot change who I am
and you will have to accept me that way.
The things you said about yourself
certainly did not bore me. I would
love to hear more about you. Do you
enjoy school? Do you have many
friends? What do you like to do in
your spare time? I would be very
happy to read anything you wish to write. And
you will find I am not easy to offend, so ask me any questions you like and I
will answer them if I can.
Incidentally, please call me Howard.
I should like that.
Yours truly,
Howard Sense.
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Dear Howard,
I am so happy you wrote back to me!
Thank you! I am very sorry
to hear you are so lonely. I can sympathise with you, because I am lonely too.
Of course I always have people around me, but mostly they don’t like me
and I don’t have many friends. I
hang out with a couple of other girls, but I don’t think they like me that
much. So I feel alone for a lot of
the time, just like you. I am
really glad that my letter helped you to feel better – I hope this one does
too.
I read some more about you on the
Internet today. I like reading
about you, and no, it doesn’t frighten me.
It fascinates me. Well maybe
it frightens me just a tiny bit. But
it’s okay. Sometimes I wonder how
the women felt while you were raping them.
I imagine they were frightened a lot.
If they knew who you were, I expect they wondered whether or not you
would kill them afterwards. May I
ask you something? Why did you kill
some of the women and not others? According
to the article I read, you killed three women out of the eleven that you raped.
Why those three? Did they say something they should not have?
Did they remind you of a former love?
I know these are very personal questions but you said I could ask you
anything.
I’ll now answer your questions.
I hate school mostly – I get picked on a lot because of my thick
glasses and because of my freckles and red hair.
I can’t wait until I leave this school and go to a sixth form college
to do my A-levels. Hopefully there
I can make a fresh start and people won’t know my nicknames.
In my spare time I like to sing, read
books, and play on my computer. I
sing in our church choir – I think I have quite a good voice and I often sing
solos and also sometimes I read the lessons in church. I like to read romantic novels and I am trying to write a
novel myself. It is not very good
though, and I have only written two chapters so far.
I play computer games a lot as well, and I like to watch TV.
Do you have any hobbies that they let you do in prison?
Anyway, I hope you are well and not
feeling so lonely now.
Yours truly,
Lisa.
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Dear Lisa,
Thank you for writing to me again – I
do feel less lonely now, thanks to you. I
am sorry to hear that you don’t have many friends and that you are lonely.
Perhaps you and I can be friends and then neither of us will be
completely alone.
I am trying to picture how you look.
You say you have red hair and freckles?
Well I must tell you that I just love freckles, and my favourite hair
colour is red. Perhaps you could
send me a photo of yourself? I am sure you must know what I look like, and I would love to
be able to picture you as I read your wonderful letters.
You asked why I killed some of the
women. Well, there is a reason, but
I think you will have to figure it out for yourself. Find out what you can about each of them, and see if you can
discover anything those three had in common.
The answer is there, if you look hard enough.
I have no hobbies that they would let me
indulge here, sadly. I read a lot,
which helps me to get through the days. I
never read much before I went to prison, but now I find books comforting.
I am not much of a fan of romantic novels though, I confess.
I find them depressingly bland.
I look forward to hearing from you
again.
Yours truly,
Howard.
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Dear Howard,
I would love for us to be friends!
I feel less alone already. I
have enclosed a photo of myself. It’s
not very good, I’m afraid (I’m not at all photogenic) but at least it gives
you some idea of what I look like. I
hope you don’t think me too unattractive.
I’ve been making a list of all your
victims with as many details as I can find out.
So far I can’t find any common ground.
The three women you killed were all blonde, but so were two of the ones
you didn’t, so that can’t be it. Two
of the three were 22 years old, and the other was 24. But one of the women who survived was also 22, and some of
the others were older, and some were younger.
I’m a bit baffled really. I’ll
keep trying, but could you give me a hint?
I’m glad they let you read books.
I’m sorry you don’t like romantic novels.
What do you like instead?
It’s nearly time to go to school.
I have to put this in an envelope and post it, so goodbye for now.
Yours truly,
Lisa.
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My Dear Lisa,
I am very happy that you sent me this
lovely photo of yourself. Here I
never get to meet any women and hardly ever even see a picture of one, so it is
utterly delightful to hold in my hand this picture of your sweet visage.
Your hair is beautiful – I can’t believe people make fun of you
because of it. And you really do
not have that many freckles – I was imagining far more than I see in this
photo. You really are a lovely
young woman, and I feel privileged to have this picture.
Is that your school uniform in the photo?
I must say you look very good in it.
You have nice legs. Oh, I
hope you do not mind me saying that – perhaps it was too presumptuous of me.
Please forgive me.
You wanted a hint about why I killed
those three women. Well, see if you
can find what the survivors said about their ordeals.
Analyse what they say, and find what they all have in common.
There you will find the clues you need.
In answer to your question about my
taste in books, well, I like to read horror novels, though our library’s
collection of that genre is rather limited.
Otherwise I enjoy historical novels, science fiction, murder mysteries
and the occasional thriller. But
horror is my great passion.
I find myself thinking about you a lot,
Lisa. It is very good to have a
friend like you. I look forward to
each letter you send me with great anticipation, and I am grateful that you
always respond so quickly. It
always seems like such a long time between letters.
But I re-read all your letters several times a day, and I consider them
amongst my most valuable possessions.
Yours truly,
Howard.
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Dearest Howard,
You have no idea how happy I am that you
liked my photo. I was so worried
that you would hate it. Thank you
for saying all those nice things about me.
I know I am not beautiful, but I am really thrilled that you seem to like
the way I look. I am sending you
some more photos of myself – I hope you like them, too.
Thank you for complimenting my legs – I know they are fat, but it was
very sweet of you to say that they are nice.
If you like these other photos, I will try to send you some more.
I’m not sure where I’ll get them from – I can’t really raid the
family albums. Perhaps I will
borrow my Dad’s Polaroid camera and try taking some of myself.
I was interested to hear about your
taste in books. I have never been
into horror stories before, but I think I will try a few – have you any
recommendations? I like murder
mysteries too. I have read most of
Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot books.
I am so glad you think of me a lot.
I think about you a lot, too. I
love to read your letters and I always send you a reply as soon as I possibly
can. I keep all your letters hidden
away safely, because my parents would be really angry if they knew I was writing
to you.
Thank you for the hint – I shall try
to dig up some old newspaper articles about your victims and see what they said
about you. Bye for now, Howard –
take care.
Yours always,
Lisa.
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Dearest Lisa,
I cannot thank you enough for the
wonderful photos you sent me of yourself. You
look so sweet and beautiful to me – looking at them makes me forget I am
incarcerated. I try to imagine what
your voice must sound like, and how you move.
I especially like the picture of you in the short skirt – I really love
your legs and to see so much of them makes my heart pound.
I was not joking when I said you have nice legs.
They may not be as slim as most people would consider attractive, but
your skin is flawless and I have never been attracted to the supermodel physique
– there is such a thing as being too thin.
You, on the other hand, my sweet Lisa, are perfect.
I love the idea of you using a Polaroid
camera to take photos of yourself to send to me. That would really mean a lot to me if you could manage it.
I’d especially love to see more pictures of you in short skirts.
If you want to know what kind of books
appeal to me, try ‘Slugs’ by Shaun Hutson.
It’s not a great book, but it very much appeals to me.
Read it and tell me what you think of it.
I’ll be thinking and dreaming about
you in the meantime.
Your loving
Howard.
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My Dearest Wonderful Howard,
Thanks to you my self-esteem has gone
way up! Oh my darling, I am so
happy right now I could burst! You
make me feel beautiful even though I am not, and I am so delighted that my
photos bring you such pleasure. Now
that I know you really find me attractive, I will send you as many photos as you
want. I am enclosing a few that I took of myself with my Dad’s Polaroid, which
fortunately has a timer function. I
wore my shortest skirt especially for you, and as you can see I even hiked it up
a bit in a few of the pictures. I
felt really naughty doing it, but I knew it would make you happy.
In one photo it seems I hiked it up more than I intended (as you will
see!) – I hope you like the result.
Howard, I know it’s crazy, and I hope
you won’t think I’m just a silly schoolgirl for saying this, but I think I
am falling in love with you. I hope
that doesn’t worry you. I think
you are fond of me, too, but I will understand if you do not love me in return.
You’ve never met me and the chances of us ever meeting are very slim.
I will go out and buy the book you
recommended. I shall enjoy reading
‘Slugs’.
I shall have to go and buy some more
Polaroid film. My Dad would kill me
if he knew I’d been using his. Anyway
I’ll get lots of film and take some more photos for you, if you’re not
getting sick of them that is. Do
you have any requests for clothing / poses?
All my love,
Lisa.
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Darling Lisa,
You are truly the most incredible girl I
have ever met. The photos you have
sent me are fantastic. I knew you
were beautiful but now I see you are amazingly sexy too. The picture of you lifting your skirt so your panties are
only just showing … well, it defies description.
It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending me these
photos. I shall treasure them until
my dying day.
I was very touched to read in your
letter that you think you are falling in love with me. I don’t think that’s silly at all. In fact I am beginning to feel the same way about you.
You are becoming very special to me and you are constantly in my
thoughts.
You asked if I have any requests for
poses etc. Well as it happens I do.
My favourite picture so far is the one which shows your panties.
That was beautiful! I’d
love to see more photos like that, and if you care to reveal more, well, I
should love it. Sometimes as I lie
here on my bed I try to imagine how you look under all those clothes.
The things I would love to see you in are skirts that are too short to
cover your panties fully, and tops that reveal plenty of your chest.
Am I being too forward in asking for all this?
If I am, then I humbly apologise.
In a similar vein, though, I really love
the blue skirt – do you wear it out in public very often?
I hope so – you look stunning in it.
Lots of love,
Howard.
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My Darling Howard,
I love you. I know that now for a fact.
I can’t get you out of my mind. I
was glad to hear that you think about me when you are in bed – I do the same,
about you. I imagine that you break
out of prison and come looking for me, and you sneak in my house late at night
and climb into bed with me. Then
you undress me and make love to me all night long. I can’t believe I’m writing all this, but it feels very
exciting to do so.
I have enclosed some more photos.
I really hope you like them, because it took all my courage to send them.
Taking them was easy, because I knew I had the option of not sending any
that I didn’t like. In the end,
even though I don’t like some of them, I have sent them all.
I have including several of me in my blue miniskirt, since you seem to
like it a lot. It is my shortest
skirt and I am afraid I don’t generally wear it out in public, since it is
rather too small for me. It used to
be a decent length, but now it is really too short to wear it outside the house.
It also has a tendency to flip up whenever a slight wind blows, since it
is so light and loose. It used to be a pain to wear on a windy day, because I always
had to hold on to the hem.
I read ‘Slugs’. It was pretty gruesome, but I did enjoy it.
I have been trying to figure out what appeals to you so much about it.
Is it because you like to read about women’s bodies being attacked and
abused? I’d like you to explain
what you like about it, if you could. I
want to understand you better.
By the way, you weren’t too forward in
asking me to send sexy photos of myself. Ask
whatever you want – I won’t mind. And
I’ll try to fulfil all of your requests if I can.
I love you and I want to make you happy.
Your ever-adoring
Lisa.
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Darling Lisa,
You really have surpassed yourself with
this latest batch of photos. I
never expected to see you naked! Your
body is absolutely beautiful – this is the most wonderful gift you could have
given me. I cannot thank you
enough. My love for you grows and
grows with every photo you send me. May
I suggest something, though? I
would really love it if you could shave down below.
Then you would be even more beautiful.
I prefer to see a nice, clean, hairless pussy.
Do you think you could do that for me?
There is something else that I would
like you to do. You mentioned that
the blue miniskirt is too short to wear outside the house… Well, its very shortness makes it the perfect skirt for you
to wear outside. Confined in this
prison as I am, I cannot enjoy your body as I would like, so instead let me
enjoy your accounts of how other people enjoy it.
This is how you should do it: wear your blue miniskirt at all times in
public. When you sit down, do not
cross your legs, but instead sit with your knees just slightly apart so that
anybody looking in the right direction will be able to see your panties.
When you have to pick up something from the floor or from the bottom
shelf in a shop, do not crouch – instead bend over with your legs straight so
that your miniskirt rides up over your buttocks to reveal your panties to
anybody behind you. Wear lace-up
shoes, but never tie the laces too well, so that they come undone every few
minutes. Make sure you tie them up
in a public place, bending over with your legs straight.
When the wind blows, and your skirt flies up, let it fly where it will.
Do not push it back into place. Since
I cannot enjoy watching you do sexy things like that, I would like to hear you
tell me stories of how you have displayed yourself to others. It is a lot to ask, I know, but do you think you can do that?
I love the book ‘Slugs’ because the
thought of thousands of slugs slithering their way over a naked female body is
extremely erotic for me. To have
them then burrowing their way into the woman’s breasts and pussy doubles, if
not triples the appeal.
Your ever-loving
Howard.
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Darling Howard,
Oh my love, I told you I would do
anything you asked me to, and I will. The
thought of wearing my miniskirt out in public and letting people see my panties
is frightening, but also somehow exciting.
I will do as you ask gladly. I
am so happy you liked my naked photo. I
was really worried about that, but now I’m glad I sent it.
Would you like more naked photos of me?
Would you like me to go further? I
will take any kind of photos you like. Just
tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.
I am yours to command, my love.
I will shave this evening when I have my
bath. Then I will take some more
photos and you will see my naked hairless pussy.
I will enclose them with this letter.
I see now why you like the book
‘Slugs’. I think it would feel
nice to have slugs slithering all over my naked body.
Would you like to see that? Do
you want me to find some slugs and let them crawl over me?
I could send you some photos of myself doing that, if you like.
I love you forever,
Lisa.
PS Oh no!
I forgot to post this letter when I went to school this morning!
I am so sorry! Please forgive me. It
is now after school and I have just got back home. I was thinking all day about what you have asked me to do.
I could not wear my blue skirt to school, but whenever I could I hitched
up my school skirt so that it was very short.
Lots of boys saw my panties, but I pretended not to notice them, until
Michael Cawthorn stuck his hand between my legs!
I pushed him away and he fell over.
What a creep. But you’ll
be glad to hear that it didn’t put me off – I carried on showing my panties
subtly for the rest of the day. Anyway
I promise I will send this letter to you tomorrow morning.
Goodbye my sweet.
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My darling Lisa,
Your pussy looks very beautiful shaved.
Thank you for doing that for me. I
am glad to hear you are now exhibiting yourself at school, but I am slightly
disappointed that you pushed poor Michael away.
He was only responding as I am sure I would have done in his place.
I want you to apologise to Michael next time you see him.
And if anyone else touches you, do not stop them.
Allow them to touch you, and then tell me about it. If you like, you can close your eyes and imagine that it is my
hands on you.
All your photos are fantastic, and I am
greatly moved by your devotion to me. I
have some more requests for you this time.
I would like your next photos to show you inserting your fingers into
your cunt. You could also try
inserting a banana or a cucumber, if you have one.
Your idea about the slugs is an
excellent one. If you can find
plenty of slugs, then yes I would love to see photos of you covered in them.
You are beginning to think like a wonderfully obedient slave, and I thank
you for it.
By the time you get this it will be
Saturday. I expect your next reply
to contain the stories of your adventures around town wearing your blue
miniskirt.
Your devoted and adoring
Howard.
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My darling Howard,
I am your slave, and you are my master.
I love that! I will obey all
your commands without question. I
am so sorry I disappointed you by pushing Michael away.
I will apologise to him tomorrow morning (it is now Sunday evening).
Yesterday I went out shopping and wore
my blue miniskirt, as you commanded me. It
was not a very windy day, but it was windy enough. My skirt kept blowing up, but I didn’t pull it down, ever.
One time when I was walking down the pavement it blew up and got
plastered against my waist and didn’t fall down by itself.
I was terrified! But I did
not make any attempt to cause it to fall, and I was walking for maybe five
minutes with my panties showing to anyone behind me.
There were some people shouting at me, but I ignored them
I kept my shoe laces only loosely tied,
and I had to re-tie them every couple of minutes.
I know lots of people got a good view of my buttocks whenever I bent
over. Good thing I wear fairly big
panties!
I enclose more photos of myself.
I think I have surpassed myself by a long way this time.
I am sure you will like them. The
banana hurt a lot the first time it went in, and I bled a bit.
Does this mean I am no longer a virgin?
We didn’t have any cucumbers in the house – I will try to get some
soon.
What else would you like me to do?
Command me, my master – my body is yours to do with as you please.
Just command me and I will do whatever you wish.
Your adoring and obedient slave,
Lisa.
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My darling slave Lisa,
You are becoming the perfect slave.
I enjoyed hearing about your adventures in your blue miniskirt.
Please make this a habit – every time you go out, wear the same skirt,
and act the same way. I would like
you to get rid of the ‘big panties’ though.
Buy yourself some thongs or, if you like, wear no panties at all. I would also like you to stop wearing a bra to school, and
wear shirts that are too small for you, so that your breasts press hard against
the material. But do not wear any
big panties from now on.
I loved the banana photos – you really
did surpass yourself this time! And
yes, you are no longer a virgin – you have given it up to me.
Thank you, my precious Lisa. I
also liked the photo where you are holding your cunt open for me to see inside
you – that was very sweet of you. Next
time perhaps you could do some similar things with your anus?
Maybe you could go to school one day
with a banana (or two) stuffed into your cunt.
And perhaps you could start making a habit of masturbating in class.
If you do, though, make sure you don’t just slip your hand inside your
waistband – that would be too easy. You
must access your panties by putting your hand up your skirt.
I have decided I should start
controlling your bowel movements. While
you may pee whenever you wish, you must not pass anything solid until I tell you
to, okay?
I love you with all my heart, Lisa.
Your adoring master,
Howard.
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Dearest Darling Howard,
My life is so out of control now!
I am a completely different girl now than I was when I first wrote to
you, and it’s all because of you. Thank
you, my master, for turning me into such a slut, for that is what I seem to have
become.
On Monday I apologised to Michael, like
you instructed me. I told him I was
wrong to push him away, just because he felt me up.
He looked surprised and said not to mention it.
Then, during Lunch, while I was sitting in the cafeteria with my legs
apart and my skirt pulled up high, he sat down next to me and put his hand
straight on my pussy. I jumped, but
did not object. He started rubbing
my pussy, then he put his hand right inside my panties!
I just closed my eyes and imagined it was you.
He put his finger inside me, then he asked me to come with him to the
French Room cupboard, which is where boys and girls go if they want to make out.
So I went with him – I thought that’s what you would want me to do.
He took off my clothes (all of them!)
and made me lie on the floor with my legs spread.
He stuck his fingers in my cunt for a while, then he took off his pants
and stuck his dick into me! I
couldn’t believe what was happening! I
just lay there and thought of you while he fucked me.
After he came he thanked me (like a thousand times!) and then he left.
I thought that would be the end of it.
But the next day everyone knew about it.
Half a dozen other boys asked me to go with them to the French Room
cupboard. I was frightened, but I
went anyway. The place was packed!
They stripped me and then they all fucked me, one after the other.
I lost count of how many boys there were.
Their cum was pouring out of me afterwards.
The same thing happened yesterday.
I’m not on the pill, so I’m probably pregnant by now.
How do you feel about that? Howard,
I have to tell you – this is pretty hard for me to take.
I’ve never had a boyfriend before, never had any kind of sexual
experience with a boy, and now, in just two days, I’ve been fucked more times
than I can count. And it wasn’t
nice, loving sex, like I hoped my first time would be.
It was hard, rough and horrible. And
in front of an audience! I know
this is how you want me to be – at least I think it is – but I could really
use some reassurance, my darling. I’m
afraid I cried a lot on both days.
Today, Howard, I’m afraid I just
couldn’t face being gang-raped a third time.
I just couldn’t! I’m
sorry, I’m so sorry… I tried to
be an exhibitionist, and I showed my panties a lot, but when they tried to drag
me into the French Room I just screamed and screamed.
Oh Howard, how disappointed you must be in me!
I’m really sorry, my love. Tell
me what I should do. I’m in your
hands, my darling. I think part of
the reason I rebelled was that I wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted.
If you tell me you want me to be gang-raped on a daily basis, then I will
just have to learn to accept it and to take it.
I will do that, Howard, if you tell me to.
I’m just so tired, and sore, and confused.
Help me. I’m really low.
Your most recent letter cheered me up,
of course. I will do everything you
asked. I actually haven’t been to
the toilet (except to pee) for a couple of days now. I will hold it in as long as you want, my darling, even if I
explode because of it. I will also
get rid of my ‘big panties’. Only
skimpy ones from now on, I promise. Of
course, I can’t get any until the weekend, but until then I shall just have to
wear nothing at all under my skirt. I
assume you still want me to sit with my knees apart and my skirt pulled up,
though – I’m a little afraid of what my classmates will say when they see my
naked shaven pussy. Howard,
that’s kind of frightening. I
will do it for you, my love, but I think I shall be pretty miserable until your
next letter. I will also wear the
smallest, tightest shirts I have, with no bra underneath.
I am afraid of what I will look like.
We don’t have any more bananas in the
house – I shall get some more at the weekend.
I’m sorry. I’m enclosing
some photos which I hope will make it easier for you to forgive me.
Oh, and I shall make sure I masturbate in class tomorrow.
I understand why you said I have to put my hand up my skirt instead of
down inside the waistband – you want me to have to pull my skirt right up
above the level of my crotch. I
will do that, Howard, whatever the consequences may be.
I love you.
Your loving slave,
Lisa.
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My darling slave,
You are right – I am disappointed.
You had the right idea when you thought I would want you to give your
body to all those boys. On the first two days you were wonderful and I am proud of
you for letting the boys have their way with you.
But I was grieved to read your account of Thursday’s events.
Lisa, you know deep down that you were not being a good slave.
I want you to apologise to all the boys you screamed at, and invite them
into the French Room cupboard again. Let
them do whatever they want with you. Tell
them that you are their toy, and they can treat you however they please.
They may hurt you, but this is your punishment for refusing them on
Thursday.
That’s enough chastising for one
letter, though. On a happier note,
I loved your latest photos. It was
a real eye-opener to see your hairbrush sticking out of your anus like that.
I noticed your dog, Jerry, in the corner of one of the photos.
Seeing him gave me an idea. I
would like you to let him lick your pussy whenever he wants.
I am sure he tries to, occasionally.
So let him lick you as much as he wants, and if necessary encourage him
by smearing peanut butter on your pussy. Dogs
like that stuff, or so I’ve heard. And
if Jerry tries to mount you, then I want you to guide his penis into your cunt.
Let him fuck you if he has the inclination.
In all your adventures, remember that
what you are doing is making me very happy.
Eventually, when you are used to being fucked many times a day by many
different people, you will come to enjoy it for its own sake.
One more thing – when you are being
gang-fucked in the French Room cupboard, make sure you invite them to fuck your
anus too. I would very much like
you to experience anal sex, and lots of it.
Your loving master,
Howard.
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My wonderful darling master,
How could I have been so weak as to
disappoint you? I am so terribly
sorry, my lord. I have been
avoiding those boys for the past few days, but I will do so no longer, I
promise. Tomorrow is Wednesday –
I will go and apologise to all those boys and tell them to use and abuse my body
in the French Room cupboard. I
promise I will not fail you again, Howard.
I am ready to burst, I think.
I was very much hoping your last letter would contain an instruction to
empty my bowels, but I see that you wish to put me through a more intense
experience. I shall make sure this
letter catches the first post tomorrow, which means you will get it on Thursday.
I don’t know how often mail gets collected from prison, but I would
imagine that even if you reply straight away, I won’t get it until Saturday. That means I have at least four days to wait until I can poo.
I really don’t think I can hold out that long.
I think it will come out of its own accord.
What should I do? I know you
will punish me if I fail you again. I
will try my very best to hold on to it until Saturday.
Lots of people at my school saw my naked
pussy last Friday. I got caught
masturbating in class by my teacher and he sent me to the headmaster.
Fortunately Mr Dean (the headmaster) didn’t punish me – he just gave
me a lecture and sent me back to class. I
think he noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra, but he didn’t say anything
about it. A lot of the other kids
said plenty, though, and I was groped a lot.
I let them grope me as much as they wanted, of course, but nobody
suggested I go with them to the French Room.
I masturbated in class several more times that day, but I didn’t get
caught again.
On Saturday I went into town and bought
lots of thongs. I am wearing one
now, and I wore it to school today and yesterday.
I must admit it was a relief to be wearing panties again.
I will wear thongs constantly from now on.
I wore the blue miniskirt again, by the way, though it was not at all
windy on Saturday. I made up for it
though, by re-tying my shoe laces every five minutes, and bending over whenever
I had the slightest excuse – I’m sure lots of people saw my bare bottom.
I also bought some bananas.
This morning I inserted two of them into my cunt and they are still
there, though I was leaking banana-smelling juice all day.
My skirt is soaked with it. Lots
of people commented.
My pussy is just beginning to recover
from the punishment it suffered last week.
I shall make sure it sees plenty of action tomorrow.
It is now nine-thirty in the evening.
I am naked from the waist down, and my pussy has just been licked clean
of peanut butter by Jerry. It was actually rather a nice feeling. He did not seem inclined to mount me, but I will try to
encourage him in the future. The
thought of having sex with my dog is very weird to me, but I shall do it for
you. You will notice that one of
the photos is of Jerry licking me.
Tomorrow promises to be an adventuresome
day. I shall no doubt be very sore
at its end.
Farewell, my lord and master.
From your adoring slut slave,
Lisa.
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My Darling Lisa,
You are a good girl, my precious whore.
You have come a long way in a short time, and I am proud of you.
I have some more instructions for you.
You will get this letter on Monday
morning, since I am planning not to send it at once.
I expect you still to be holding on to that poo, though you will no doubt
be in constant agony by now. This
is what I want you to do with it. When
you go to the French Room cupboard at lunchtime for your daily gangbang, you
must start by shitting on to the floor in front of all of the boys.
Force every last bit out of your rectum, and then invite them to smear it
all over your naked body. If they
are reluctant to touch it, then smear it yourself, paying especial attention to
your pussy and breasts. Put a few
pieces in your mouth and eat them. Then
tell the boys to take your clothes and throw them away.
What you do after that is up to you.
Your photos were excellent, as always.
They are fetching a good price here in the prison.
Keep them coming! I look
forward to seeing your dog’s cock stuck well up your cunt.
From now on I want you to start
stretching your cunt and anus on a daily basis.
Find something large, like a bottle, and try pushing it in.
You may not succeed on day one, or day two, or day three.
But sooner or later you will be able to force it in, and then it will be
time to move on to something larger. You
see? I want you to eventually be
able to take a man’s fist, perhaps two, in each of your orifices. Each time you make a breakthrough, send me a photo to show me
how well you are doing.
I would also like you to sneak out of
your house late at night, and go and find some really rough part of town.
Wear really skimpy clothes (make sure your panties are visible) and do
your best to get yourself raped. I
would rape you myself but I am currently unavailable.
Have fun, my precious slave.
Your loving master,
Howard.
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My Darling Lord,
I have so much to tell you!
A lot has happened over the last few days.
Firstly, I want to tell you that I think I know why you killed some women
and spared others. I figured I wasn’t getting anywhere with trying to work out
what was different about the women you killed, so I have been concentrating
instead on what was the same about the women you spared. Then it struck me – they all fought hard to try to stop you
raping them. I could not find any
reports on the condition of the bodies of the dead women, but I am guessing they
did not struggle. Did they think
that if they submitted to you and allowed you to do as you pleased, that they
would be spared? It’s a bit of a
leap in the dark, but I think I am right. If
I am wrong, then I am sorry. But if
that is the case, then I guess I can expect you to kill me, too, because I have
submitted to all your requests. That’s
pretty scary, but I know that you will do the right thing.
If that means I must die, then so be it.
Okay, starting at the beginning, which
would be Wednesday… I went to all
the boys and apologised to them for screaming, and told them I would be ready
for rape and abuse at Lunch Break. To
tell you the truth, I very nearly got fucked at the back of the classroom during
English. I had one boy on either
side of me, and they unbuttoned my shirt completely so they could squeeze my
breasts. They also took it in turns
to put several fingers inside my cunt. Naturally
I held my legs wide open so they could do it.
They were a little surprised and put off by the bananas inside me, but I
licked their fingers clean and then they were okay with it.
At Lunch I got fucked by about twenty
boys, I suppose. It may have been
more. I was so sore! I told them to fuck my anus too, but only three of them
wanted to. Before any of them
fucked me I took the bananas out and ate them, which pleased my audience.
I told the boys to do whatever they wanted to me, but they didn’t hurt
me or do anything really except fuck me. I
guess they just don’t have much imagination.
On Wednesday evening I spent a lot of
time with Jerry in my bedroom, trying to get him to fuck me.
He got very excited and one time he mounted me, but he just couldn’t
hit the mark and eventually I gave up in frustration.
On Thursday I got gangbanged again.
This time some of the spectators were girls, who came to watch out of
curiosity I guess. I am now the
school slut. Everyone knows it, and
I get a lot of verbal abuse for it. But
I don’t care. In the evening I tried again with Jerry, and this time
managed to guide his erection into my cunt.
He humped me for a bit and then I could feel him come. But the strangest thing happened – the lower part of his
cock grew into a big round ball and when it came out it tore me a little, and
hurt a lot! But at least now I can
say I have entered the world of bestiality.
On Friday I got beaten up in the
schoolyard by some of the girls who hate me.
I have a lot of bruises. They
tore all the buttons off my shirt and I had to spend the rest of the day holding
my shirt closed (except at lunchtime when I took it off altogether).
I entertained the boys again – a record number this time I’m sure –
and could barely walk afterwards. This
time they had come up with some ideas – they put their hands in my cunt and
fist-fucked me, and after they had all finished screwing me a couple of them
peed on my naked body. Afterwards
they made me clean it up (it’s a linoleum floor).
There was one other girl there this time, and some of the boys raped her. I think she wanted it though.
I had sex with Jerry again in the evening.
On Saturday morning I rushed to pick up
the post, but there was nothing from you. I
had been feeling really pleased with myself that I had managed to hold on to my
poo for so long (it was really screaming to get out by that time) but when I saw
you hadn’t written my spirits just drooped. But I remembered my promise that I would hold on to it until
I exploded, so I just resolved to wait longer.
I didn’t get much sleep on Saturday night – every time I relaxed my
poo began to come out.
Sunday was unbearable.
I spent the day in a constant sweat, unable to think of anything but the
pressure behind my anus. One time a little bit actually came out, and I had to rush to
the bathroom. But it was only a
tiny bit, and I managed to keep the rest back.
This morning your letter arrived!
I was so relieved. I followed your instructions to the letter.
The morning lessons were awful, but somehow I held out until lunch.
In the French Room cupboard, in front of about twenty boys and one girl
(the same girl as on Friday), I let it all out on to the floor.
There was so much of it! Even
I was surprised. And it was
incredibly wide – it must have got really compressed – and it hurt a lot.
But I got rid of it all, and then I invited the boys to rub it all over
me. They declined, but told me to
insert a big piece into my cunt. I
did so. I then rubbed the rest on
my pussy, on my breasts, on my face, in my hair, and some of it in my mouth like
you said. It tasted foul, but I managed to swallow it.
Then the boys decided they wanted to crap on me!
They all took it in turns, and gradually tons of poo built up in great
piles on my torso. I smeared it all
over, but more and more kept coming. It
was then that I discovered there had been plenty of other boys outside the
cupboard, unable to get in because it was so full of people already. All in all there must have been forty or fifty boys, all
ready to fuck me. Well they
didn’t get to, unfortunately, but they all took it in turns to empty their
bowels all over me. Even the girl
(Julie Wilson, her name is) shat on me. I
was covered from head to toe in a layer of poo several inches thick in places.
The stench was unbelievable. Anyway,
remembering your instructions I told the boys to get rid of my clothes, which
they did.
Lunch finished, and the boys left me
there, closing the door of the cupboard behind them.
I just stayed there, buried under a pile of shit, and I masturbated until
I came. The next thing I knew, the
French teacher was standing over me holding his nose and shouting at me.
He called me all sorts of names, then told me to get up, wipe off as much
as I could, and go to the toilet to get cleaned up.
So I got up, and a bunch of the poo fell off me on to the floor.
I wiped some of the rest of it off, but not too much.
I was a shitslut, and proud of it. I
walked out into the classroom, in front of a bunch of third-formers, completely
naked except for my covering of poo. They
just stared at me in stunned silence. I
walked out of the classroom, down the corridor, and out into the schoolyard. I no longer cared who saw me.
I walked right up to the main road and then just stood there, waving at
the passing drivers. Then a couple
of teachers ran out of the school and dragged me back inside.
I was taken to the teachers’ showers,
and Mrs Langrishe washed me. I
didn’t say anything for a while, but then I guess it all just got a bit
overwhelming, and I started crying. Mrs
Langrishe was really nice about it. Anyway,
they found me some clothes and I was sent to Mr Dean. He expelled me. So
now I’m at home, and my parents are not speaking to me.
I had sex again with Jerry a few minutes
ago, and I took some great pictures, which you should get a good price for.
I didn’t realise you were selling them, but somehow it seems fitting.
Starting this evening, I shall attempt
to expand both my cunt and my anus. A
wine bottle should serve the purpose. I
shall widen my orifices as much as you want, my darling.
I shall also get out my scissors and
shorten my blue miniskirt to the point where it doesn’t completely cover my
buttocks. Then I shall put it on
tonight, along with a t-shirt that I will also cut so that it is more revealing,
and I shall sneak out of the house on a quest to get raped.
I’m sure I shall find somebody to brutalise me.
If I come back, I will tell you all about it in my next letter.
I will post this one as soon as I leave the house.
Farewell, my darling master.
Your worthless whore,
Lisa.