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Correspondence With a Predator (Teen slut, gangbang, scat, g/s)
By Arthur Saxon
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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