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Forgiveness
By
The Technician

MMMMm/f, Rape, Forced TV, Forced TG, Gay, F/m, Femdom, M/m, FMMMM/m

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Baby Brother seeks forgiveness for the unforgivable

A young teenager's life is changed forever by his involvement in what
he thinks is a rape.    Ten years later, he attempts to  "make amends"
and learns that the price of forgiveness can be very, very, high.

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If you are looking for a highly erotic story to get you all hot, this
isn't it.  This is more of a "character study" than most of my
writings.  If you don't like character studies, don't read it.  It has
sex in it- some very graphic, very non-consensual sex.  If highly
non-consensual sex bothers you, don't read it.  There is also
Transvestite / Transgender / Gay sex.  If that sort of thing makes you
want to puke, don't read it.

This is also set in the 1960's so some of the language would be not be
used today, but it was the way many people actually spoke in those
days.

If after all those warnings, you decide to read this and the story
makes you uncomfortable, please don't stop in the middle.  Many of the
discomforting threads resolve themselves in the end.  Things aren't
always what they seem.

This story is longer than what I usually post (11K words), but there
is no way to separate the chapters into individual segments without
leaving the story hanging in the wrong way.  All five chapters are in
this one, long post.

I don't know where this story came from.  There is nothing I can point
to as a basis or inspiration for the plot or characters.  Obviously,
everybody is over 18 and any resemblance to any person, living or
dead, is strictly coincidental.

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if
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CHAPTER ONE OF FIVE

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<em>"Baby Brother" tags along with big brother and three of his
friends on the wrong night - or perhaps the right night.  A chain of
events ends with the five of them gang-banging a young black girl on a
closed trail in the park late at night.</em>
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I am approaching the end of my earthly travels. Everyone who could
possibly be affected by the release of this story is dead, as I soon
will be. It is time to tell the whole story so that everyone will know
the truth about the events which changed and shaped my life. I am
leaving this with a friend to post when the time comes. Some people
may think they recognize the cities or the names, but be assured that
I have changed so much that your guesses will not be correct.

It was 1959 when it happened- or perhaps I should say, when it began.
I had just turned eighteen, but I was a very, very young eighteen.
Almost all of the boys my age were already shaving daily.  All at
least had a full thatch of hair between their legs.  My twin brother,
Tony, had a thick black mustache.  The closest I had to a mustache was
a thin wisp of hair across my pubic bone just above my penis.  I think
it goes without saying that I was also a virgin.

Even though we were born at the same time, Tony and I technically
weren't twins.  I was what was called a superfoetation sibling.  Mom
evidently had another cycle after she got pregnant with Tony and I was
conceived a month- or maybe two- later.  Only one child was expected-
there was no ultrasound in those days. Twins were a big surprise for
both my mom and the doctors in the delivery room.

I was born first and the doctors assumed both of us were premature, so
they rushed me to premie intensive care and reserved an area for the
second twin.  When Tony came out fully developed at eight and a half
pounds it totally stumped everyone.

I was always small and way behind other kids in my class even though,
because of health problems, I ended up starting school two years later
than Tony.  I was at least a year older than almost all of the kids in
my class, but I was still smaller than any of them. That made me an
easy target for bullying and teasing. Tony, on the other hand, was
always one of the biggest- if not the biggest- kid in his class.
Everyone not only left him alone, they avoided him whenever they
could.

My sophomore year of high school the teasing got really bad. It was
obvious that I wasn't as "mature" as most of the other kids in my
class, so some of the boys in my gym class started making fun of me in
the shower and calling me a fag.  It would have been a lot worse
except for two things.  One, some of the kids in the class weren't
fully through puberty either, and two, my big brother Tony would have
beaten the crap out of anyone who really hurt me.

I liked to think that he was being a loving, protective, big brother-
and maybe that was part of it, but mostly he thought that making fun
of me and making me cry was his exclusive privilege.  He always called
me "Baby Brother," and I could tell that he loved the way it made me
feel uncomfortable or even turn red when he did so in front of my
classmates.

Then everything changed forever.

It was the summer after Tony graduated.  He and three of his friends
were going down to the park to watch a night baseball game.  Baseball
was a really big thing in my home town, but I guess it was in any
small, Midwestern town in those days.  A team from "the city"- that's
what everyone called the nearby big town- was playing one of our local
favorite teams, so a lot of people would be there.  Tony and Rocky and
Chuck and Dave weren't all that interested in baseball, but our town
was your basic white suburb kind of place and the team from "the city"
was mostly black.  What Tony really wanted to do was cause trouble and
make sure that "those colored boys know that they ain't really welcome
here."   

I wanted to see the game and so I decided to tag along.  For some
reason Tony let me. In fact it was almost as if he had expected me to
go with them that night.  Often he would object or threaten me if I
said I wanted to come with them and Mom would have to tell him to take
me along, but this night he just said, "OK, Baby Brother, you are
coming with us tonight.  Maybe you will learn something special that
will change your life."

Little did I know how true that would be. 

The game was actually pretty boring unless you liked watching very
good pitchers strike out very mediocre batters.  Tony and his friends
spent most of the game drinking the beer that Rocky had gotten from
somewhere and yelling insults at anyone who looked like they might be
from the city.  Once or twice I thought we were going to get into a
fight, but the other people just moved aside or walked away shaking
their heads.  I heard one man mutter, "They're the kind that give
rednecks everywhere a bad name."

When the game was over we had just started walking back to the car
when Chuck said, "Let's take the shortcut."  There is an area of
woods, a couple of hills, and a creek between the ball diamonds and
the parking lot.  Your choices are to walk around along the main park
road or go through the woods and over the hill.  Rocky said,
"Footbridge is out. Ice jam pushed it off the foundations this spring
and they haven't rebuilt it yet."  To which Dave replied, "Yeah, but
you can step across on the telephone pole pilings."  So, we cut
towards the woods and the shortcut path between the ball diamonds and
the parking lot.

The lights that normally lit the path were off and there was a sign
that said, "Path Closed."  But the sign had been knocked over and was
laying flat on the ground.  As we passed the sign, Tony said, "Baby
Brother, why don't you put that sign back in place so no one
accidently tries to cross through here."  That was
uncharacteristically thoughtful of Tony, but I did as he said and put
the little barricade with its sign back in the middle of the path.

We were almost down to where the footbridge crosses over the creek
when we saw someone walking towards us.  She looked to be a little
smaller than me.  I knew it was a girl because she was wearing low
heels and a very short dress.  I knew she was from the city because
even in the dim light I could tell that she was almost ebony black.
Evidently she had taken the path last summer, and was surprised by the
fact that the footbridge was out this year.  She was probably walking
back up to the diamond to take the main sidewalk out the long way to
the parking lot.

"Looks like we found ourselves a n*gra whore, boys," said Tony.  The
girl's eyes opened very wide and she turned and started walking
rapidly back down the path.  Chuck and Rocky broke into a run and
caught her just as she got to the little clearing at the bottom of the
hill.  I heard one of them say to her, "Hey, black cunt, where are you
going in such a hurry?"

Tony and Dave and I came running up and Tony said, "I think she wants
to have some fun.  Baby Brother, this is your night to become a man."

I looked at him and he could see that I didn't know what he meant.
"Baby Brother, this girl here is going to take you around the world -
mouth, ass, cunt.  After tonight, you will know what it's all about.
Now get naked."

I just stood there until Tony pushed me in the center of the chest. "I
said, get naked.  You too, cunt... unless you want this to get really
rough."

The girl stepped out of her shoes and lifted her dress over her head.
She didn't wear a bra and was wearing tiny purple panties.  She
slipped them down her body and stood there naked.  The dim light of
the night made it looked like her black skin was oiled.  She had no
hair at all on her body.  I didn't know if that meant she was that
young or that she shaved.  Her face didn't look young, so most likely
she was just small, like me.  I really didn't know because before that
I had never, ever seen a live, naked girl.

"What are you waiting for?" Tony snarled at me.  "We are letting you
go first, but we all want a piece of this cunt tonight, too.  So, get
busy."

I kicked off my sandals and took off my shirt and jeans and underwear.
As I stood there naked, Rocky said, "Jeez, Tony, he's a baby.  Do you
think he can even get it up?"

Tony grabbed the girl by the arm and pushed her in front of me. "First
stop, France.  Let's see how fast you can make him pop, cunt." He then
pushed her to her knees in front of me and said, "Don't tell me you
have never sucked a white cock before!"

The girl just bowed her head and sagged her shoulders and reached
forward to kiss my penis.  For some reason I wasn't hard.  I guess I
still didn't believe this was happening until her lips closed over my
cock.  

"You can do better than that," growled Tony.  I thought he was talking
to her until he grabbed my shoulder and turned me slightly so he could
yell in my face, "Don't embarrass me tonight, Baby Brother, or you
will regret it the rest of your life."

"You're scaring him," the girl said suddenly and I realized that what
little erection I had was deflated. 

"No, you're just not trying hard enough," he yelled back.  "I'm going
to give you some incentive."

With that Tony pushed down on my shoulders and said, "Lay on your back
with your legs spread and let her get to work."  I did and then he
pushed the black girl's head down over me so that she was between my
legs on all fours with her ass in the air and her head in my crotch.

Tony pulled the belt from his pants.  "Listen, little n*gra cunt," he
yelled at her, "me and my friends are going to whip your ass until you
can show us his cum dripping from your mouth."  With that he and Chuck
and Dave started swinging their belts and whipping her as she tried
desperately to make me cum.   

"And if you can't do it, little brother, we are going to flip you over
and whip your ass while you suck on our cocks."  I didn't think that
threats could make you have an orgasm, but seconds later I came in the
girl's mouth.

"After France comes Greece, Baby Brother.  Let's see if you are any
better working on her other end."  He then poked the girl with his
shoe and said, "You know the position cunt.  Let's see that black eye
winking at us."  I got to my knees and she turned her butt to me and
pushed toward me.  I thought it would be hard to enter her, but I slid
in fairly easily.

Then I heard her say with contempt, "Shit, he must be smaller than my
little brother and he's only seven."

Tony answered her, "No smart ass from you cunt, just fuck ass.  And to
keep you quiet, we are going to put your mouth to use until you get
him off."

With that Tony pulled his cock out of his jeans and stuffed it in her
mouth.  I tried, but again nothing seemed to be happening.  I guess
you have to have time between shoots even when you are eighteen, and I
couldn't get myself to cum.  I was barely stiff.

Chuck had taken Tony's place in her mouth and Rocky and Dave were
standing behind me.  "You know," Rocky said, "his ass looks almost as
appealing as hers.  If he doesn't finish soon, I just might make
myself a sandwich."

I heard Tony's voice from beside me, "Don't you go fucking my brother
in the ass unless I tell you to, but with the way things are going,
it's looking like he's not worth much more than that.  Maybe he's just
a sissy boy that's not good for anything but ass fucking."

Fear worked again and suddenly I was able to cum.  Almost as soon as I
had finished, Tony pulled me off the girl and said, "You don't deserve
the final stop.  Leave fucking a woman's cunt to a man.  You just
stand over there until we are finished."

What else could I do?   I did just like he told me to and stood there
while the four of them fucked her in the mouth, the cunt and the ass
for well over another hour.  When they were finished, she was curled
up on the grass, crying.  

Tony came over to me and said, "You disgust me.  I thought I had a
baby brother that if I treated right would become a man.   Maybe I
should have treated you like a baby sister.  Get dressed."

I reached down to pick up my jeans and underwear when Tony said, "No,
wait a minute.  Wear these, they will probably fit you anyway."

He threw me the panties and dress that the girl had been wearing.  I
stood there holding them until he added, "Put them on or we throw you
down on the grass and take you around the world like we did her. Shit,
you probably have a cunt hiding under there somewhere."

I started crying quietly, but I put on the panties and the dress. They
actually did fit me.  Her shoes even fit, though I wasn't used to the
lift of the heels.  Tony picked up my jeans and took my billfold out
of them and put it in his pocket. "We'll leave these so she has
something to wear to sneak home.  He then threw the clothes and a hand
full of bills down on the crying girl.  "For your services.  Not bad
for a black cunt.  Not a big league whore, but who knows, maybe you
will learn to be a pro someday."

Then Tony pushed me down the path toward the parking lot.  I was
scared that somebody would see me in the dress, but there wasn't much
I could do about it.  Luckily, there was no one around when I hopped
across the poles where the bridge used to be because the dress rode up
and showed the purple panties.

When we came out of the woods, there were only two cars in the parking
lot.  One was Tony's.  The other, a beat up, older model, probably
belonged to the girl we had left in the woods.  I ran across the lot
to Tony's car hoping to jump in before anyone saw me, but I heard
Tony's low laugh just as I got there.  The car was locked!

I was forced to stand there by the car while Tony and his friends
sauntered slowly across the lot.  Tony used his key to open the front
doors and reached around to open the back door on the opposite side
from where I was standing.  I was afraid that they were going to leave
me standing there in the parking lot until Rocky came up along side me
and told me to get in the middle.  I heard Dave unlock the door and I
jumped in as fast as I could.

Tony drove all over town with me cowering in the back seat between
Rocky and Dave.  Chuck kept laughing at my discomfort from the front
seat as Rocky and Dave ran their hands up and down my bare legs.  Tony
even went through the drive through for some hamburgers.

I know that people could see me, but no one seemed to notice that I
was wearing a dress, or maybe they thought I really was a girl.  We
drove around for an hour or so and by the time we got home, I had
decided "The hell with it." I just walked from the street to the
house.   

Mom and Dad were watching TV and didn't turn around as I walked past
the archway to the living room.  "Did you have fun at the game?" Mom
asked. 

"I don't think he will ever forget it," answered Tony as I went up the
stairs to my bedroom.

As I closed the door to my bedroom I could suddenly see myself in the
long mirror on the back of the door.  I was shocked.  I did look like
a girl in the dress.  Suddenly, I was hard once again and lay back on
my bed and lifted up my dress and stuck my hands inside my panties and
began jerking off.  I came even stronger than I had with the girl in
the park and fell asleep with my hands still in my panties.  

It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up still in the dress and
panties that I suddenly realized what we had done.  My brother and his
friends... and I...  had raped a girl!

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CHAPTER TWO OF FIVE

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<em> This chapter is primarily transition from the original event to
the time of retribution.  You can skip it and still follow the story
if you want, but it is helpful in order to understand all of chapters
3,4,&5.</em>
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I didn't come out of my room at all the next day.  I kept looking out
the window of my bedroom waiting for a police car to drive up to take
us away... but nobody came.  There was nothing in the papers that
night or the next or the next and it seemed that all was forgotten.
But that was not to be.

The long arm of the law may not have been reaching for us, but fate or
Karma or the wrath of God or whatever you want to call it seemed
hellbent on revenge for what we did.  A few days later, around
midnight, a state police car pulled up to the house and two officers
came to the door.  

I dressed in a real hurry and ran down the steps in time to hear one
officer ask, "Does your son own a dark blue sedan with the license
plate "TNYSRDE?"  

With a very shaky voice, Mom answered "Yes," and the officer
continued.  "Is your son home tonight?"

Mom's eyes were wide with fear as she struggled to say something, but
just then Tony came down the steps and said, "That sounds like my
ride.  Is something wrong?"

Both officers looked surprised and shocked as they looked down at
their notes and back up at Tony.  The older officer asked, "Did you
loan your vehicle to anyone tonight?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Chuck and Dave said they needed wheels for the
night and I told them that as long as they paid for the gas and didn't
scratch the paint, they could use it."

I heard one officer telling the other, "That would correspond to the
IDs that we found at the scene.  The first names were Charles and
David."  He then turned to Tony and said, "I am sorry to inform you
that your friends were evidently involved in a serious accident."

"How serious?" asked Tony and the officer replied, "They hit the
center support for the underpass where Countyline Road goes under the
interstate.  They both probably died on impact, but it didn't matter.
The first witnesses on the scene said the car was totally engulfed in
flames, and they couldn't get anyone out.  Both bodies are pretty
badly burned so we weren't really sure who was in the vehicle.  We
started here because the vehicle is registered to you, but it sounds
like the two fatalities are your friends Chuck and Dave.  I am very
sorry about your friends.  What is left of your vehicle was towed to
the police impound lot until our investigation is finished."

Mom breathed a sigh of relief that her worst fears were not realized.
But the wrath of God was not finished.  It was exactly one week later
when another State Police car stopped in front of the house.  This
time there was a State Police office and a plain clothes detective.
And this time mom's fears were realized.  "I am afraid to inform you
that your son, Tony, was involved in a disturbance downtown this
afternoon.  He and his friend, Rocky, were killed.  Detective Brooks
thinks it might have been a drug buy gone bad, but I think that Tony
and Rocky were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.  They had a
lot of cash on them and Tony had several ads for used cars in his
pocket.  I think they were there looking for a car when something
happened.  It's a pretty bad neighborhood."

"How did he die?" asked my mother.

"Rocky was stabbed by a local pimp known in the area as `Blue-eyes.'
Blue-eyes and your son were shot at close range by an unknown
assailant.  No one saw anything.  No one knows anything.  No one is
saying anything.  That's the way it is down there in that area.  I
think that Blue-eyes stabbed Rocky for some reason, but I have no idea
why.  Maybe he was trying to rob them or maybe when the shooting
started he thought Rocky was part of the setup.  Like I said, wrong
place, wrong time."

We went down to the morgue later that night and viewed the body.  Tony
looked really strange laying there on the cart.  It was almost like he
was asleep.  I kept expecting him to open his eyes and say to me, "I
guess you're next, Baby Brother.  Get ready for it."

I sort of fell apart after that.  My grades at school got so bad that
there was no way I was going to graduate, so I dropped out.  I took a
couple of dead-end jobs just to get enough money to drink and stay
drunk and wait for the hand of death to ball itself into a fist and
slam me into oblivion like it had Chuck and Dave and Rocky and Tony.

The school had sent me to some counselors who decided that I was
over-reacting to my brother's death and tried to help me with grief
therapy.  Maybe I should have told them about the rape, but I knew
that would just put me in jail.  After a couple of arrests for this
and that I ended up with court-ordered counseling and group therapy
that tried the same thing.  They kept telling me "You have to let Tony
go and move on with your life."

Tony wasn't my problem.  In a way I was glad he was dead.  The morning
after the rape he had pulled me aside and said, "Don't throw away your
new outfit, Baby Brother.  Some night when I strike out with the girls
I might just have you dress up for me and see if you are as good a
cocksucker as that black whore was.  Hell, if you put on a little
makeup, I might pop your brown cherry just to see what it feels like."
And people thought that I was all torn up that he was dead and gone!
My problem wasn't that he was dead.  My problem was that five of us
had raped a young girl and four had died within ten days.  Wasn't it
obvious who was next?   Why plan for college or anything else?  I was
just keeping time until my day of justice finally came.

Then I went to the AA meeting in the city.  Actually, the only reason
I was there was that it was winter and I was on the street.  The
choice was to attend this meeting at the storefront mission or stay
out on the street and freeze my ass.  Not a hard choice really, but at
the meeting I heard them talking about the twelve steps and that one
of the steps was to make amends for past wrongs.  

When I heard that, an idea began to form in my head.  There was no way
to un-rape that girl, but maybe if I went to her and explained that it
wasn't my idea and that my brother more or less forced me to do what I
did to her, she might forgive me.  I knew that what I did was wrong,
but maybe, just maybe, she would forgive me and the hand of death
would be held off for a while.

I stopped drinking and started trying to figure out how to make
amends.

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END OF CHAPTER TWO OF FIVE
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CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE

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<em> The price of forgiveness can be very high.  What would you be
willing to do to be forgiven for something that had been bothering you
since you were 18 years old.?</em>
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I had decided that the only way to put my life back together was to
find the girl that we had raped and tell her how sorry I was for what
we did to her.  But how do you find someone that you saw only once ten
years ago and who evidently never reported anything to the police?

I got another low-level job as a night dishwasher at a local
restaurant and more or less cleaned myself up.  Then, after a couple
of months, I went to see Detective Brooks.  He is the one who had come
to the house the night my brother, Tony, was killed.  He was still a
cop in the downtown precinct, so first thing one Monday morning, I
took a bus downtown and told the desk officer that I wanted to talk to
Detective Brooks to confess to a crime that I had committed.  The
officer gave me a very weary look and said, "Sit over there. Detective
Brooks will be down to get you in a few minutes."

A few minutes was actually almost an hour and a half, but eventually
Detective Brooks came walking in and asked for me.  When we got back
upstairs to his desk he motioned me to sit down and asked, `So, what
did you do?"

"I raped a girl." I said.  "Actually Tony, Rocky, Dave, Chuck, and I
raped her."

"Your brother's been dead for over ten years, kid.  When did this rape
take place."  I told him the whole story, including how my brother had
made me wear the girl's dress home.  I didn't tell him about
masturbating on my bed in that dress that night.

"So you want to beg forgiveness, do you?   Or is it just that you know
the statue of limitations on rape is seven years and you want to brag
about what you did because I can't prosecute you?"

"I just want forgiveness," I replied.  "I didn't know there was a
whatever of whatever on rape.  I just want to tell her how sorry I am.
Do you know anything about what happened?  Do you know who this girl
was?"

Detective Brooks laughed and shook his head, "You know, kid, this
explains a lot that really didn't fit together about the deaths of
your brother and his friends.  Yeah, I've got a good idea who this
girl is, but she isn't the poor, innocent, little victim you imagine
her to be.  Her name is Violet Lovejoy, better know as Little
Violence.  She was one of Blue-eye's girls back then.  Today she runs
a very exclusive `escort service' over on Aiken Alley.  You can go
talk to her, but the only way you are going to get forgiveness out of
that ice bitch is if you pay for it.  Now, get out of my office and go
home and learn how to be a man.... or are you still just `Baby
Brother' like everyone called you back then?"

I looked up "escort services" and found "Violet's Exclusive Escorts."
It didn't give an address, but it did give a phone number and I called
it. "I need to speak to Violet," I explained to the young woman who
answered the phone.  

"Nobody speaks to Violet on the phone, honey.  Too many electronic
ears.  You tell me what you need to say to her, and I can take care of
you."

"No, I have to speak to Violet.  I need to ask her to forgive me for
raping her in the park ten years ago."

There was a long pause with voices in the background.  The young woman
then asked, "Is this Baby Brother?"

I answered, "Yes," and she replied, "Just a moment."

Seconds later, a different voice came on the line, "Come to 1137 Aiken
Alley.  Come alone, and don't park your car near here.  Park it at the
big parking deck on Adams Street and walk up the hill.  Be here
tonight at 8:30 on the dot.  This is your one chance to speak with me.
If you ain't here on time, you missed your one and only chance to find
out what really happened to your brother and his three friends."

I couldn't eat at noon or in the evening.  I was too nervous.  It was
only 7:00 o'clock when I parked my car in the parking deck.  I walked
around downtown for an hour or so, and a little before 8:30, I walked
up to Aiken Alley.   Technically it was Aiken Street, but it had been
a home for houses of prostitution for so many decades that everyone
referred to it by the name it had back when these streets were mud and
horses pulled fine carriages up the hill to the "sporting houses" on
Aiken Alley.

At exactly 8:30, I knocked on the door.  A young black girl opened it,
looked at me at said, "You must be Baby Brother.  Follow me."

She took me to the back of the house and up a long staircase that
wound back on itself a couple of times.  It felt like we must be on
the fourth floor, but the house didn't look that big from the street.
We finally reached the top and the girl pressed a large button next to
a strange-looking door.  A few moments later, a buzzer sounded and the
doorway- actually a section of the wall- popped open.  The girl
grabbed me by the arm.  "This way Baby Brother," she said and pushed
me through the door.  As soon as I was through the opening, I heard it
close and lock behind me.  The click sounded as loud as any jailhouse
cell door that I had ever heard.

The room was very dim, but I could tell that there was a figure
sitting at a small desk-like piece of furniture against one of the
walls.  "So, you are Baby Brother," she said.  "What brings you to me,
and why shouldn't I kill you like I did your big brother and his
friends?"

My knees went weak and I almost fell to the floor.  She had killed
Tony... and Chuck and Dave and Rocky!  "I didn't want to do it that
night," I stammered out.  "They made me do it, but that doesn't change
what I did.  I am here to beg your forgiveness and try to make things
right."

"You want my forgiveness, do you Baby Brother?  Forgiveness has a
price.  Like in the courts-  reparation and punishment."  She
intentionally pronounced it "rePARartion and PUNishment," and then she
smiled at me when I winced.

"I could have killed you at any time in the past ten years- you know
that, Baby Brother?  I let you live because I knew that you didn't
have the balls to rape me.  Hell, you could barely even get it up. But
forgive you?  No way in hell.  Unless you are willing to go through
what I went through, you can go beg on the street corner for
forgiveness, cause you sure as hell ain't getting it from me!"

I tried to stand up as straight as I could and say as firmly as I
could- actually I was barely standing and spoke in a quivering voice,
"If that's what it takes, I'll do it.  I'll do anything to get your
forgiveness."

"You sure about that, Baby Brother?  Your big brother and his friends
put me through an awful lot back in that park.  You willing to go
through what I went through?"

I lowered my head even further and said, "Yes."
 "I'm not sure I heard you.  If you really mean that, say it like you
mean it, and call me `Ma'am' when you do!"

I raised my head and spoke as loudly as I could, but it still came out
almost a whisper, "Yes, ma'am, I am willing to go through what you
went through in order to receive your forgiveness."

"Then get naked!" she yelled.

I looked up at her, and she must have seen the look of shock in my
eyes.

"The first thing that happened was they stripped me.  Get naked!  Now!
Do it fast! Just let your clothes drop on the floor where you're
standing!"

I started taking off my clothes when suddenly I heard a loud "smack!"
and felt the sharp pain of a belt across my buttocks.  "Faster, white
ass," she yelled as stroke after stoke of a belt pounded my ass and
thighs.  Finally I was standing naked before her.

"Next time you come here, I want any hair below your neck gone.  You
got that?"  Then she added with contempt in her voice, "Looks like it
shouldn't take much to remove what little fuzz you've got!"

I nodded weakly.  "Yes ma'am, I will remove any hair below my neck."

"Good, now come over here and give me pleasure with your mouth."  She
sat down on a small ottoman, lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She
was naked beneath the skirt.

I had just knelt before her when the door opened and two young, black
girls entered.  "This is Baby Brother," Violet said.  "I want you to
encourage him to be the best cunt-lapper in the world."

I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but then both girls removed
their robes and walked naked over to the dresser and took something
from the top drawer.  Violet grabbed the back of my head and pushed me
against her clean-shave pussy.  "Lick and suck, Baby Brother, lick and
suck... because this doesn't end for you until I cum." 

I began licking and sucking and pulling on her clit with my lips and
teeth.  Her cunt began to respond almost instantly.  The smell of her
juices was overpowering and I unconsciously backed my head away for
just a second.   There was a loud double pop-smack as the belts hit my
ass.  I yelped and groaned and tried to move away from the belts, but
Violet pulled me back and said, "Like big brother said to me that
night, `This doesn't stop until I cum, so you had better get with
it.'"

I don't know how many times they hit me with the belts.  All I could
think of was making Violet cum.  I realized I was starting to get an
erection and a stray thought entered my head, <em>`You are sucking a
whore's cunt while two other whores are beating your ass and you have
a hardon that could punch through steel.  You are sick!'</em>

I don't know how long I sucked and tongued while the girls swatted,
but suddenly it was over.  Violet gave a loud, yelling moan and
clamped her thighs firmly on my head.  I was pressed so hard into her
cunt that I couldn't breathe.  I was afraid that she was going to kill
me by suffocating me when just as suddenly as it had begun, it was
over.  Violet pushed me backwards and I fell to the floor.

"Not bad for a skinny white guy, Baby Brother.  Next time we are going
to re-enact more of what happened on that trail.  It's a pity your
brother made you wear my clothes home.  I woulda kept that dress for
just this day and made you wear that dress and thong so I could rip
them off you like Tony ripped them off me."

"I still have them," I mumbled.  "I don't have them at the apartment
above the restaurant.  They are still in my closet at my mom's
house... along with your shoes."

Violet laughed- a deep solid laugh that made my whole body go cold.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" she said as she continued laughing.

Then her voice got cold and firm again and she spat out, "That's what
I want you wearing this Saturday night at 7:00 pm.  Just the dress and
panties.  No shoes, no coat, nothing that covers you up at all.  And I
want you to park in the big lot downtown.  You park on the roof of
that parking deck and walk barefoot all the way down on the ramp.
Don't take the stairs or the elevator; you take the ramp.  And you
bring me your parking pass and one of those little reminder cards next
to the elevator that say "You are parked on level 8."

"You will come back to the door in the alley where Tina lets you out
tonight.  Knock on the door and beg me to let you in.  I want you to
be kneeling there while you say, `Mistress Violence, your humble
slave, Baby Brother, begs to be punished by you.'  You had better be
very convincing, because if you aren't, I won't let you in, and who
knows what kind of people might be lurking in that dark alley."

Violet grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so I was
looking up at her through her legs.  Her pussy glistened beneath the
short dress that was still hiked-up above her waist.  "And remember,
if I find ANY hair below your neck, I will make you suffer like you
have never suffered before."

She threw me back down to the floor and strode out of the room,
smoothing her dress as she walked.  One of the naked whores- I guess
it was Tina- grabbed my elbow and said, "This way, Baby Brother." 

She dragged me by the elbow back down the flights of stairs, and when
we reached the landing at the bottom, she pushed a hidden button on
the wall and a door in the outer wall of the house popped open.  It
wasn't until she pushed me through the doorway that I realized that I
was still naked.  

I was standing there in the alley terrified and naked wondering how I
was going to get my car and go home when the door popped open again
and the other girl stood there in the doorway holding my clothes. They
were all wrapped together in a big bundle.  "You might need these,
Baby Brother," she said as she threw the bundle out into the middle of
the alley.  I watched as they landed ten feet away in puddle of muddy
water.  

Before I could turn back towards the door, it closed once again, and
the light above the door went out, leaving me in almost total
darkness.  I just stood there for several minutes more or less in
shock.  Then as my eyes got used to the blackness, I walked over to my
now sodden clothes and slowly pulled them  on.  My belt was gone as
well as my underwear.  They probably had used my own belt on me
upstairs, and evidently overlooked my underwear as they picked up the
clothing. 

As I began to walk back down the hill to where I had parked my car, I
realized that the lack of underwear was probably not an accident.  The
wet jeans rubbed against my ass with each step I took and it wasn't
long before I was taking very small painful steps as the denim scraped
against the welts from the whipping I had just received.

By the time I got to the car I was in so much pain that I could barely
walk.  I looked around and seeing noone nearby, stripped off the jeans
and got into the car naked from the waist down.  The seat felt cold
against my raw asscheeks, but at least it wasn't wet and it wasn't
denim.  I don't know if the lady in the booth could see that I was
naked from the waist down as I paid the parking fees, but I didn't
care.  I just wanted to get home and go up to my apartment and jerk
off.

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END OF CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE
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CHAPTER FOUR OF FIVE

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<em> Baby Brother finds out what the true cost of forgiveness might
be.</em>
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I was still in bed the next morning when there was a knock on the door
of my apartment.  When I opened it, a rather large, but very beautiful
black woman stood there holding a shopping bag.  "A package from Miss
Violet," she said sweetly.  "She said you probably know what to do
with it, but just in case there are written instructions."

She handed me the bag and left.  Inside the sack was an enema bag, a
couple of bottles of some sort of liquid laxative, several bottles of
hair remover, and a large butt plug.  Yeah, I had a pretty good idea
what I was supposed to do with it, but I figured I'd better read
Violet's instructions anyway.

"Baby Brother," it read,  "I don't want any nicks or cuts on that
white skin of yours, so use this cream to take off what little hair
you have.  Use it tonight, and then repeat it on Friday night- not
during the day Saturday, I don't want you coming to me stinking of
this shit.  Use the purgative on Thursday.  It will totally clean you
out.  Don't eat anything solid on Friday, or Saturday, and Saturday
morning, you give yourself five enemas.  It should run clear after
two, but you do all five or I will know.  There is lipstick, eye liner
and eye shadow in the bag along with a remover.  You practice putting
that on every morning and every night.  I want it to be perfect when
you get here Saturday.  And no jerking off starting tomorrow.  You can
pump yourself dry all you want today, but I want your balls full when
you get here Saturday."

It was signed "Mistress Violence," and under the signature was another
note saying, "That is what you call me from now on."

The hair remover cream stung a little, especially on my balls, but I
left it on the full time it said on the package.  Then I took a warm
shower and all of my hair just washed off.  My skin felt especially
slick, but it didn't turn red or hurt or anything.  There was a slight
smell for a while.  I don't know if it went away after a few hours or
I just couldn't smell it anymore.

I tried putting on the makeup, but it came out really bad.  I wiped it
off and put it back on two more times, and it was a little better, but
it still looked crooked and smudged.  I wiped it off the third time
and decided it was time to go home and get the dress.

The dress and panties and shoes were right where I had left them in a
box in the corner of my closet.  Mom hadn't changed anything in my
room or in Tony's.  I guess she thought that she had lost both her
sons when Tony got killed.  She kept telling me I was always welcome,
but she always added, "If you aren't drunk."

I wasn't drunk and Mom wanted me to stay, but I told her I had a job
opportunity and if it worked out I might get a better apartment.  She
again told me I was welcome to stay there.  I ended up staying for
supper, but left as soon as it started getting dark.  She asked what
was in the box, and I told her it was just some clothes I might need
for the new job.

As soon as I got back to the apartment, I stripped and put on the
dress and panties.  They still fit.  I didn't try on the shoes since
Violet had told me to come barefoot on Saturday.  I really wanted to
lay down on the bed and jack off like I did that night it happened,
but I was afraid that I would get the panties dirty, so I took them
off.  I kept the dress on, but bunched up way above my waist. Mistress
Violence said I could pump myself dry, and I did.  I kept imagining
myself between her legs with the two naked whores whipping my ass and
I just kept getting hard and coming and coming and coming. Finally I
was too sore or tired or whatever to even get it back up, and I fell
asleep on top of the bed still wearing the dress.

I had to work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday night, so rather than
taking the medicine Thursday night, I took it Thursday morning.  It
cleaned me out good.  I wasn't sure I would be able to go into work,
but by five o'clock I stopped having to go to the bathroom, and by six
I was able to work.  I was running late, though, and forgot that I
still had the makeup on.  Jamie, one of the cooks who had always
treated me well, greeted me with, "You switching sides?"

I didn't know what he meant at first, but then suddenly realized that
I was still wearing the lipstick and eye makeup.  "Oh," I said,
"Little Tracy in 2B wanted to practice being a beautician and I let
her work on me.  I just forgot to wipe it off."

"Pretty good job for a twelve-year-old," he replied.

That made me feel good.  It meant that I was getting the hang of it.

Then he added with a smile, "But if you every want to step over to the
other side, I've been dying to find out what that cute little ass of
yours looks like."

I hadn't realized he was gay, and I hadn't realized that people were
looking at my ass while I worked.  I wasn't sure how I felt about
that, but since I was going to be showing more than my cute little ass
at Violet's on Saturday night, I didn't say anything.

The next night, I used the hair remover again.  I didn't see any hair
anywhere, but Mistress Violence said to do it twice, so I did.  My
skin got all soft again, and my ball sack was smoother than it was, so
maybe there was a little bit of hair still on there.

When things got slack around ten, Jamie came over to me and said, "I
know you said you aren't interested, but yesterday you had on makeup,
and today you smell of hair remover.  Who are you getting yourself all
dolled up for, honey?"

I turned bright red and stammered out, "Mistress Violence."  I don't
know why I said it, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Ahh!" he replied.  "Playing slave for a femdom.  You be careful,
honey, or this Violet person will eat you alive."  He made a pouting
face and said, "And I won't ever get to play with that cute little ass
of yours."

Then he smiled at me and said, "If you ever need to get away from your
Mistress, just tell me.  I knew Violet before she became Little
Violence.  We came up out of the gutter together- well as far as we
could get, anyway.  I'm going to have my own restaurant some day, but
I will always have a room and bed for you.  Of course, the bed will be
mine, but I think you would like that."  He laughed and went back to
preparing food for a new order.

As I stood there washing pots and pans and feeding dishes into the
dishwasher, I kept hearing his words go through my head, "this Violet
person will eat you alive."  Maybe she would, but if that was the
price for forgiveness then so be it.

Saturday morning I gave myself the five enemas like Mistress Violence
had ordered.  There were two packets of powder with a note that said I
was supposed to use them in the first two enemas.  They caused me to
cramp really bad and I expelled some dirty looking water that looked
liked it had mucus floating in it.  The last three were plain water
and they flushed everything back out and the cramping stopped.  By the
last enema, there was nothing but clear water coming out.

I started getting ready around five.  I knew that was way early, but I
wanted to have time to redo my makeup if I got it wrong.  I didn't.
The eye liner was thin and straight.  My eyebrows were highlighted,
but not smudged.  The eye shadow blended slowly to nothing just
beneath my eyebrow ridge.  When I looked into the mirror, a rather
pretty girl was looking back at me.

I took off my pants and underwear and put on the panties.  I'm not
very big, but panties are not really made for a penis.  I ended up
tucking it back between my legs so it wouldn't stick out of one of the
leg holes.  I hoped it would stay there, but I didn't know how to keep
it in place.  I found out later there is a special sling for that- or
you can use surgical tape.  I just tucked and hoped.  I very carefully
pulled the dress on over my head, making sure that I didn't smear any
of my makeup, and I was ready- at least physically- for what would
happen at Violet's later in the evening.

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END CHAPTER FOUR OF FIVE
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CHAPTER FIVE OF FIVE   

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<em> Baby Brother relives that fateful night from Violet's perspective
and at last finds forgiveness.</em>
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I parked where Mistress Violence told me to park, on the eighth level
of the main parking deck downtown.  I didn't know why she insisted
that I walk down the ramp rather than taking the stairs, but after
several different cars slowed and whistled and hooted at me and made
various lewd suggestions, I got the idea.  She wanted me to know what
it felt like to have people seeing you as a sex object.  By the time I
got to the bottom of the ramp, I felt dirty, and I don't mean the
grease and muck that was sticking to the bottoms of my feet.

I walked up the hill to the street called Aiken Alley and down the
true alley that ran behind Violet's.  I knocked on the back door and
said, "Mistress Violence, your humble slave, Baby Brother, begs to be
punished by you."

A voice from behind the door said, "I didn't hear you, and I don't see
you on your knees."

I got down on my knees and said loudly, "Mistress Violence, your
humble slave, Baby Brother, begs to be punished by you."

The door opened.  Tina was standing there as well as a blond, white
girl.  Tina was wearing a nice-looking dress.  The white girl was
naked.  Tina said, "Useless here will wash your feet and knees so you
are presentable."

The naked girl knelt down and began washing my knees and then lifted
up my foot and put it in the pan of water she was carrying.  She
thoroughly cleaned both feet and dried them.  Then she turned and
bowed even lower while looking up at Tina.  "Good enough, Useless,"
Tina spat out the words at her.  Then she said, "Show Baby Brother why
we call you `Useless.'"

The girl rocked back so that she was more or less sitting down and the
grabbed her knees and spread them wide.  The space between her legs
was blank.  There was no pussy or slit or anything.  There was just a
small round hole where her ureter should be.  Tina laughed.  "Useless
is a eunuch.  She used to be a he `til Violet had everything cut off.
With no prick and no balls, the female hormone pills work pretty well.
She's got curves and tits and everything now.  Everything, that is,
but a cunt, and around here, that makes her `Useless.'"

Leaving Useless sitting on the floor with her legs splayed, Tina said
abruptly, "Come with me."

I followed her up the steps, but we didn't go all the way up to
Violet's room like we did the first night.  About half way up there
was a large landing and a doorway in the wall.  Tina pushed a button
on the wall and the door opened.  "Violet invited a rather large crowd
for this special performance tonight," she said.

I had no idea what she meant until we stepped through the doorway into
a short hallway that led to the building next door.  The building next
door was an old theater and we entered just in front of the stage.  If
we had turned right and gone down a set of stairs, we would have been
in the audience.  But we turned left through a doorway and ended up
backstage.  Tina looked at me and said, "We put on some rather special
shows here from time to time.  Violet's invited all of our regular
customers."  Then she took me over to one corner of the stage.  It was
rather dim, but I could see that there were fake trees on the stage
with fake grass covering most of the floor.  There was a path painted
down the center.

"When the curtain opens and the applause finishes," she explained.
"You just saunter slowly down that path.  You don't need a script
because you ain't controlling anything tonight, not even your own
body."

After she walked away, the lights dimmed further on stage.  I stood
there in the darkness waiting.  Even without a script I knew what was
going to happen.  This was the path through the park where Tony and
Rocky and Chuck and Dave and I had raped Violet ten years ago, and
tonight, it was going to happen to me.

I could hear some sort of introduction from in front of the curtains,
and then they were quickly pulled open.  The lights came up on stage
as the applause died down and I started walking down the path.  I had
only gotten about half way when suddenly five people jumped from the
trees and grabbed me.  Four of them were very huge, very black men.
The fifth was Violet.

Violet looked at me and said very loudly, "Looks like we found
ourselves a cracker whore, boys."  I knew those words.  I could hear
them in my nightmares about that night.  Violet had turned and run
when Tony said that, so I turned and tried to run back upstage.  "Hey,
white cunt, where are you going in such a hurry?" she said, laughing
just like Chuck had laughed when he said it.

Violet lifted my chin so she could look me straight in the eyes and
said, "I think she wants to have some fun."  Then she added, "Get
naked, cunt... unless you want this to get really rough."  I wasn't
the only one who remembered every word that had been said that night.

I lifted the black dress over my head.  Everyone in the audience
laughed at my tiny purple panties.  I slipped them down my body and
stood there naked.  Now I knew why she had insisted that I have no
hair below my neck.  That was how she was that night.

She pushed me to my knees and one of the black men stood before me.
"First stop, France.  Let's see how fast you can make him pop, cunt,"
She said in a voice filled with contempt.  Then she added, "Don't tell
me you have never sucked a black cock before!"

Like she had done that night, I just bowed my head and sagged my
shoulders and reached forward to kiss the penis that was in front of
me.  Unlike me on that night, however, this man was rock hard and
ready when my lips closed over his cock.   He grabbed the back of my
head and thrust himself into me.  It wasn't really a blow job.  He was
face fucking me and driving his prick to the very back of my mouth.
When he spurted, it didn't even touch my tongue, but went straight
down my throat.

The next man lay down on his back with his prick sticking straight up
into the air.  As I crawled toward him, I could hear Violet sneer,
"Listen, little cracker cunt, me and my friends are going to whip your
ass until you can show us his cum dripping from your mouth."  With
that she and two of the black men started swinging their belts and
whipping me as I tried desperately to make the man cum.   

"After France comes Greece" she said with a laugh.  "You know the
position cunt.  Let's see that brown eye winking at us from between
those lily white cheeks."   I put my head down almost to the ground so
that my ass was high and open.  One of the black men smeared something
on my ass and then worked it in with his finger.  Then he knelt behind
me and impaled me with a single, hard thrust.

I cried out in pain and Violet said, "I think we need to keep you
quiet.  We are going to put your mouth to use until you get him off."
One of the naked, black whores ran on stage with a thick, flat pillow
and dropped it just above my head.  Violet lowered herself down to sit
on it and pulled her dress up to expose her naked cunt.  "You keep
sucking and licking until he comes in your ass, Baby Brother.  And
then keep on sucking and licking while the rest of them have their
turn."

I did.  I don't know how Violet kept from cumming.  She was pouring
juices all over my face, but her voice remained as calm as if we were
sitting at her desk having a normal conversation. Finally the fourth
black man came in my ass, and Violet said, "It's time.  Get ready for
this, Baby Brother, because it might be the last thing you ever do."
With that she suddenly clamped her thighs around my head and pulled me
tightly to her cunt so that I couldn't breathe.  I could feel her
quaking and thrashing beneath me as everything slowly faded out.

When I came to, I was in her office.  I was lying on a couch, naked,
and she was sitting at her desk as if nothing had happened.  "You
didn't know about that last part, did you, Baby Brother?"

I looked over at her with no idea what she meant.

"You didn't even feel LeRoy nail you in the ass with that hypo because
you didn't know it was coming."

She looked at me like I was a sick puppy or something.  "That's why
your are still alive.  You never knew that while Tony was putting you
in that dress, Chuck and Rocky were wacking me up with a couple of
hypos that Blue-eyes had given them.  One was a sedative to knock me
out.  The other was a hotshot of almost pure heroin to OD me."

I stared at her wide-eyed.  "The only problem," she continued, "was
that Rocky was dumber than a rock, and he mixed up the needles.  They
gave me the hot shot in my ass and mainlined the sedative.  The
sedative didn't quite kill me, and my fat ass saved me from the heroin
because it slowed how fast it went into my system.  I was out until
morning, and I felt like shit, but I wasn't dead like Blue-eyes wanted
me to be.

"I laid low because I knew that Blue-eyes had to have set it up.  He
knew that the cops in your town wouldn't bother to investigate the
death of an OD'd black whore.  They would chalk it up to a stupid
black bitch getting hold of some of the good stuff.

"I saw your brother's car a couple nights later, and took off after
it.  I had a gun and was going to use it, but when they saw me, they
thought I was a ghost come back from hell to get them and raced away.
We were doing almost 90 when I pulled up along side of them and sort
of pushed them off the road into that overpass.  I didn't know until
the next day that your brother wasn't in the car."

"The cops never knew what happened, but Blue-eyes did.  He knew I had
to be alive and he wanted his money back.  Tony and Rocky had gone to
him to hire me to give you your first time with a woman.  Instead,
Blue-eyes hired them to kill me.  He gave them $500 and said they
could have whatever fun they wanted with me before they did it.  But I
was alive, and he wanted his money back.  That's why your brother and
Rocky were there.  Blue-eyes had said they were dead unless he got his
$500 back.

"Like I said, Rocky was as dumb as a rock.  He tried to muscle his way
out of it, and Blue-eyes pulled a knife and stabbed him.  They didn't
see me coming up behind them as they were fighting.  I put two bullets
in Blue-eyes before he could turn around.  Your brother knew he was a
dead man.  He just stood there and waited for me to do it.

"Just before I fired, though, he said something to me.  He said,
`Don't hurt Baby Brother. He didn't know about any of it.'  That is
probably the only good thing your brother ever did in his life, and it
is part of the reason why you are still alive.  If it wasn't for that,
I'd have killed you that same day.  It wasn't until after I had taken
over Blue-eyes operation that I found out for sure that you knew
nothin' about nothin'."

She smiled at me.  She looked like a totally different person sitting
there.  Then she said softly, "I forgave you a long time ago, Baby
Brother.  I did all this tonight so that you would forgive yourself...
and so that you would recognize what you truly are."

I just looked at her with a blank face.  I still didn't understand.

She sighed.  "Both of us learned a lot about ourselves that night.  I
realized that I was a lot stronger than anyone- including me- thought
I was.  And I realized that you were a submissive sissy boy.  You got
stiff when your brother beat your ass. And when Dave said he wanted to
fuck your ass, you grew at least an inch inside me.  I also realized
that night that I like being in control.  I knew that I had to take
out Blue-eyes and take over his operation. Actually, I probably would
have eventually taken out Blue-eyes sooner or later, regardless of
what else happened that night."

She walked over to me and held my face in her hands.  "Life beats you
by trying to make you be something you aren't.  That's how the shit in
this life destroys you.  You are what you are, Baby Brother, but you
can still find happiness in your life.  Jamie is here to take you
home.  He loves you, or at least he lusts after you.  He will treat
you right and give you what you need."

I started to get up off the couch.  Violet held out the dress and
panties.  "These fit you in more ways than one, Baby Brother.  Wear
them with pride."

As I started to pull the panties up over my legs, she swatted my ass
lightly and said, "And if you and Jamie ever get tired of each other,
I can always find a place for you here.  Some of my customers like a
cute, white ass once in a while."

I had just pulled the dress over my head when Jamie came into the room
and said simply, "Let's go home, Baby Brother."

It was finally over.  I was forgiven.

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END CHAPTER FIVE OF FIVE
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EPILOGUE

Two years later, Jamie and I moved to San Francisco so he could open
his own restaurant. Miss Violet was a silent partner for the first ten
years until Jamie got the loan from her paid off. By then, times were
changing. A new breed of politicians had taken over in the city and
were cleaning it up. Most of the old houses on Aiken Alley were torn
down. I heard that Violet retired and moved away.

Jamie and I had 42 wonderful years together. My only regret was that
we were never able to officially marry. A local reporter once asked us
how we had stayed together for so long. I smiled at him and said, "I
think it was because we both learned early on, the value of
forgiveness."

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