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Correspondence With a Predator
By Arthur Saxon (Teen slut, gangbang, scat, g/s)
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 Math 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 sympathize 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 favorite hair color
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. Analyze 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 favorite 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 apologize.
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 fulfill 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 hiked 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 apologize 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 apologize 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 apologized 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 apologize 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 apologize
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 onto 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 apologized 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
shit slut, 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 realize 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 brutalize 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.
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