Chapter 34 ~ Mf, f, Fff
In a courtroom in the state capital, the jury was filing back into the room after considering their case, that of Florida v. Steven Crawford. He had been charged with two counts of raping a minor under the age of 14, and even though the girl was not available to testify or give a statement aside from what she had admitted both on a hidden video tape and later that night at the police station, the video itself and the results of the DNA test of the semen extracted from her vagina had been more than enough for the prosecutor to proceed to trial.
Steven sat at one table with his lawyer, they allowed him to wear a suit for the trial as to not give the jury the subconscious impression he was already a prisoner. Steven's wife Karen sat on the other side of the aisle on a bench behind the prosecutor's table. The jury finished filing in and sat down.
Steven pretty much knew he was fucked, it was just a matter of for how long.
"Has the jury come to a decision?" the judge asked.
The jury foreman stood. "We have, your honor. We find the defendant guilty on all charges."
The courtroom was silent, this was a surprise to none of them. The story had leaked and everyone knew what Steven had done.
The judge turned to Steven. "Before I pass my sentence, is there anything you wish to say?"
Steven stood. "Just one thing, your honor. I wish to have one last private word with my ex wife." Karen had begun divorce proceedings the day after he had been arrested.
"Denied," the judge said without hesitation. "You are hereby remanded to the Florida State Correctional System for a period of 15 years, with the possibility of parole at 12." He turned to the prison guards off to the sides, "Get this man out of my courtroom."
Steven knew this was his one and only chance to talk to his cunt of a wife. He turned and lunged past his lawyer, dove half way over the fence separating the floor from the seating, and grabbed the back of his head bringing his lips to her ear. He spoke quickly, but softly. "I know you were wondering, yes, I was about to fuck Sarah, too. Her pussy tastes just like yours and she loves to cum and she already sucks cock a lot better than you ever did. When I get out I am going to come for her... no matter what you tell her about me, she will be intrigued... and I am going to seduce her, and I'll be sure to tell you all about it when I get her pregnant." At that last word the correctional officers had him, dragged him onto the floor, and Karen looked on in horror as his words sunk in, watching him have shackles put on.
The prosecutor was not willing to put Steven through another trial.... when asked Sarah would just cry and deny, asking when Daddy was coming home. There simply was no evidence Steven had said the things he said. Karen lost many nights of sleep about what Steven had said to her... and if what he said was true... if he had molested Sarah... these things had a way of staying in a girl's mind, a seed, growing. Karen knew. Karen knew Steven might be able to accomplish what he threatened.
Steven jerked off more than once in solitary confinement over that little stunt, remembering how his little daughter would moan when he ate her pussy. Over the years he forgot about Erin... the thought of getting out and fucking his daughter became the hope he latched on to. When she started secretly writing him letters without her mother's knowledge when she was 12 years old, he knew it was just a matter of time. She remembered what they did together, she was angry at her mother for getting him sent to jail, and she missed her Daddy. When Sarah was 14 "yoga" became their code word for sex, since all mail was monitored. They both agreed in their letters they could not wait to again do yoga together. They began arranging when they would do individual yoga at specific times, so they could enjoy it more knowing they were doing yoga at the same time.
The mail censors thought it strange Steven and his daughter liked talking about yoga so much.
After her Daddy went to jail when she was 6, when she really missed him, she would give herself cummies, usually in the bath tub like Daddy used to give her. Now that she had made secret contact with him Sarah was very careful about not missing her "appointments with Daddy," as she began to think of them, often late at night in her bed, thinking about how Daddy was stroking his cock, masturbating her young, hungry pussy furiously at the exact same time, as her mother slept just down the hall.... sometimes with whatever new boyfriend her mother had. Sarah used to get angry listening to her mother having sex with other guys, even when she would masturbate while listening to it, cumming when her mother came... or when her mother pretended to cum. Sarah learned to tell the difference. Eventually she just accepted it... if her Mommy no longer wanted Daddy's cock, then she herself was free to have Daddy's cock. She remembered his cock from when she was 5... she remembered swallowing his cum... and she loved the idea that he was still cumming while thinking of her as she would make herself cum while thinking of him. She thought it was so romantic. While waiting for Daddy she kept in practice by giving blowjobs to the boys at school, the way Air-win had taught her, as often as she could. They told her she was really good at it, which made her feel warm inside. Sometimes one of the guys her Mom had sex with would come into her room at night and touch her... sometimes with their penis, sometimes putting it in her mouth. She would always pretend to be asleep even when she could taste her mother's pussy on their cocks, or feel them cum on her bare skin. She liked tasting it, rubbing it in when they left her bedroom.
Steven and his daughter made plans to live together when he was released.
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Chief Hawkins tried one more time to penetrate the compound, and nearly lost his job over it. He was trying to coordinate an investigation with the FBI, they had jurisdiction that he simply did not. He sat at the local FBI field office and laid out his suspicions and informed them... he stressed in the strongest possible way... that he suspected the Oklahoma State government was running interference for the so-called school, but the compound had sympathetic friends everywhere, even in the FBI. The governor of Oklahoma was informed of Larry Hawkins's investigation, he called his counterpart in Florida who called Hawkins's boss, the mayor, which is why the Chief found himself standing before his desk without being invited to sit down.
"I thought we were past this, Larry," the Mayor said angrily. "We can't afford the bad publicity. The Circle is ancient history. There's nothing to be done, here."
"Mr. Mayor," Chief answered doing his best to keep his heart rate down. "We still have a missing girl with a connection to The Circle. This isn't closed, there is still..."
"NO Larry, there isn't," the mayor bluntly interrupted him. "And don't think I don't know about that little personal trip to Utah," pointing at him. "I know you're still following leads on Erin Banks."
I guess your intel isn't perfect, Larry thought.
"You're a good man. You care about people, that's great. It's the only reason I'm not firing you today. But if I hear one more thing about you chasing ghosts, and I will find out, you'll be out on your ass and writing parking tickets in Detroit and that's only because I don't like the governor up there enough to call him because he's an idiot." The mayor sat back in his chair, tenting his fingers on the desk. "Are we clear, Chief?"
"Crystal, sir." Hawkins said, keeping his eyes forward. He was afraid if he looked at the little worm of a man he wouldn't be able to keep his temper under control.
"Then get out. And have your people write more speeding tickets, the budget is a little close this year." He picked up his phone and said, "Get me Bernie," and hung up, already dismissing the Chief who turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.
Hawkins was still steaming as he left city hall and got in his cruiser, gripping the wheel and squeezing it until his knuckles were white. He pushed a button, waited for the acknowledgement tone, and said tensely, "Call Linda."
The car responded back, "Ok, calling Linda," and he listened to her phone ring.
She soon answered, "Larry, how did it go?"
"Great," he answered calmly... but Linda knew his tones by now.
"That bad?" she answered.
He took a deep breath. "Have I done everything I can for her? Erin is out there, she may be in trouble. Or she may not be in trouble. I have been directly ordered to not look for her for reasons.... it may just be PR. But my gut tells me she is in trouble. Can I stop now with a clean conscience?"
In her office Linda sat back in her chair. "I know this really bothers you. What do you feel the correct course of action is?"
He was already feeling more relaxed, Linda's voice had that affect on him. He sat back in his car seat. "I don't know how the mayor found out about the task force I was putting together. I can't believe he has personal friends all over the FBI. I was as discrete as I know how to be... and yet here we are. If I keep going I have a strong feeling I won't get anywhere, and I will be fired anyway."
Linda closed her eyes, putting her hand on her abdomen... she was planning on telling him about her pregnancy soon. Maybe tonight... he sounds like he needs good news. "You are in a bad position Larry, I know it. I will support you any way you decide to go. Just be sure you can live with... I mean, you still do a lot of good as the Chief of Police of a good-sized city. Keep that in mind. Consider if anything less can make you happy."
He already had considered that... and he didn't know the answer. "I could be your house boy, having dinner ready for you when you get home at night, rubbing your feet, drawing you a bath."
She smiled... he can still joke with me... "That's it, put in your notice and meet me at home," and they both laughed together. She loved how easy it was to laugh with him, even in times of stress.
"Hey... I think I am cutting out early tonight," he told her, "which means on-time, for a change. Let's have dinner together, can you?"
She smiled and quickly sent a PM message to her assistant to cancel her last session of the afternoon... it was Erin's mother, and she was making no progress but was otherwise happy, just waiting for Louise to come for her. "I can. Hey, let's get Chinese. I'm having a craving."
"Sounds great honey... and hey... I really love you," he said. Everything feels easier with you.
"Me too, and I can't wait to see you tonight," she answered. She was having a vision of their evening. Dinner, drawing that bath together, making love, then she would tell him about the baby. She had no doubt in her mind he would be happy about the news.
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Lucy was frustrated... she was not giving up, but when Larry and Linda invited her and Nora out to dinner to tell them they had to officially stop looking for Erin, it was hard to not be upset. All this time, and nothing to show for it. She missed Erin and still she felt she owed her her whole life. To just stop looking for her seemed so wrong.
"Maybe I can get accepted into this school," Mary suggested after Larry told her he couldn't officially investigate any more. "I can get in and then report to you what is happening in there, or if Erin is there, or whatever. Then you could do something then."
"Lucy, absolutely not," Chief said to her in a tone that Lucy had never heard from him before. "You stay away from that place. I didn't tell you this, but I tracked down some of the former guests from there, the ones I could manage to find, and there weren't many. They are severely messed up, some of them completely..." he glanced at Linda who hated the word insane. "They have severe emotional problems, even the ones who seem fine on the outside. I don't know if they hadproblems before that compound, or got them during, but I will not take any chances with you." He turned to Nora, "Or you, you don't get any ideas, either." He looked between them. "Or Laura. Whatever logic loopholes you may be considering. I mean it. Don't even consider that. Stay away from that place."
They paused their conversation for a moment while the waiter came to refill their water glasses.... Linda had been in the mood for Mexican tonight, and as far as Larry was concerned what the mother of his unborn child wanted, she got.
Linda took the interruption as a chance to change the subject, things were getting a little heated and she didn't want tonight to be that way. "Nora, how are you? When we last spoke you mentioned...." she suddenly glanced at Larry, maybe now wouldn't be the best time to bring up Nora's attempt at abstaining from sex with inappropriate men. "How is your new life choice working out?" she asked, instead. Nora, so long after The Circle, had finally decided to start talking to Linda for an hour every other week.
Nora almost blushed. "Some days are harder than others," smirking at her own little joke. "But Lucy helps me through the hard times." Instead, Lucy blushed. She and Ashley, just that last weekend, had helped Nora purge some of her pent-up lust.
They had stayed at Ashley's apartment overnight and had pizza and wine while watching something on Netflix, but they didn't finish it because the kissing started. Lucy had missed Nora... they never seemed to see enough of each other... and when they started making out on the couch Ashley slipped away and came back in a bustier, stockings, and garters. She and Nora began to kiss while Lucy did the same, coming out of Ashley's bedroom in a sheer, black babydoll with black panties. Lucy and Ashley stripped Nora naked and took turns kissing her, touching her, licking her, often at the same time, until Nora screamed while holding Lucy's tongue against her clit. Lucy and Nora then held Ashley down and did the same, tongues and fingers and kisses until she screamed. But when it was Lucy's turn, Ashley turned to Nora... "Hey, know what she really likes?" And she whispered into Nora's ear.
"I like it," Nora answered Ashley, and they both turned to Lucy who shivered. She felt like a lamb who just gained the attention of two wolves. She felt her nipples harden.
They were nice, they let Lucy choose who would take her ass... Lucy chose Ashley, who was always gentle with her. Nora understood, "You know I love tearing up your pussy," she growled at Lucy, who moaned as she climbed on top of Nora, feeling Ashley guide Nora's strapped-on, battery-operated, squirming dildo into her dripping, 16 year old vagina. Mary settled down on it, feeling so deep inside her body... and gyrating right at the end of her. She snuggled into Nora's chest between her breasts... she could hear Nora's heart beating... she closed her eyes. She thought it was Nora who spread her butt cheeks open exposing her, at least it felt like it... she was scared to open her eyes... she imagined how Ashley must look, she felt the bed shift as her girlfriend moved up behind her, between her legs, somehow entangled with Nora's legs.
As she slowly thrust her hips and the strap-on up and into Mary, Nora sometimes liked to pretend that she was the man taking the young, underage girl, like she had been taken so many times. She sometimes liked to fantasize the penis was really hers and she could cum her sperm so deeply into the girl.... she didn't know why. She thought that may be something to talk to Linda about.
Lucy felt Ashley lube her up, sliding slick fingers over her tight little butt.... and she gasped as she felt Ashley's fingers slip inside. No one had touched her back there since.... since The Circle. She quickly dropped that vision by opening her eyes, looking into Nora's. There's the love, she thought. "Fuck me Ash," she moaned... and groaned as she felt Ashley take her hips, felt the tip of the strap-on against her tight opening, felt Ashley's hands squeeze, and suddenly she had to focus on relaxing her butt as it being filled so, so tight. She kissed Nora hard as Ashley invaded her body. She cried out feeling the two phalluses moving inside her small body at the same time.
After Nora and Ashley had double-penetrated Lucy for what felt to her like hours... "I've never cried while cumming before," Lucy said, after... she didn't walk normally for two days. She pretended to not like it, but all three of them knew petite, little Lucy liked her two favorite, strong women to just take her.... hard... for their pleasure.
Linda gave Nora a small smile, "It is good to have a support network," she said, glancing at Lucy. She was secretly amused that Larry had no idea what they were talking about... the girls told her about their sex lives together in confidence, she would never betray that particular trust. "And again, I am pleased you are making the attempt. So many people knowingly engage on a course that is unhealthy for them, and don't have the strength to stop. Good for you," she raised her water glass to Nora, taking a sip.
"Being strong was never my problem.... knowing what I wanted was, I think," Nora responded softly. "One day it just stopped feeling right."
"I'm so sorry," Larry suddenly said to Lucy, he had tears in her eyes.... no one had noticed his growing anguish, lost in his thoughts. "It wasn't an easy decision for me to make. It still doesn't sit right with me... I lose sleep over it sometimes, wondering if Erin Banks is out there waiting for someone to save her." He looked down at the table cloth. "But I've followed every hunch I could think of. I've done everything I can think to do until they forced me to stop. I can't think of anything else I can do. If I do anything, I'm fired and she still isn't helped." He felt Linda take his hand, he looked at her and his eyes broke her heart. "I'm so sorry Lucy, Nora... I just don't know what else to do for Erin."
Lucy and Nora looked at each other...
Passing their thoughts, again, Linda thought.
Lucy took his right hand from Linda, Nora took his left hand.
"It's ok, Larry," Lucy said softly.
"More than anyone besides her, you did the most for us," Nora continued.
Lucy, "We know you've done all you can for her."
Nora, "We know you'll do anything else you can think of."
And Lucy, "It's ok, you haven't done anything wrong that needs forgiving."
Linda gave them a moment. "So in about six months I'm going to stop seeing patients for a while. We're going to be busy with the new baby." She loved the expression on the girls' faces as they went from nothing, to confusion, to realization, and suddenly smiles. She smiled with them, and laughed.
Life went on.
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That night while Skyping with Mary... so late, Mary was hours behind her.... she did one more internet search for Erin's name only to find nothing yet again. Nothing on Google, nothing on social media. Erin did not exist online.
"Set up a Google Alert for her name," Mary said offhandedly.
"A what?" Lucy asked.
"A Google Alert... I learned about those in my Information Systems class." Mary had been taking online college courses once her GED was completed. She had done all of her Freshman requirements and was technically already a sophomore at the University of Texas, though she'd only stepped foot on campus one time. "If Erin's name pops up somewhere it will alert you. I already set up an alert for her, but maybe it makes a difference if two of us do it. Who knows."
Lucy was already googling how to set up a Google Alert. "Wow... this is really great. Thanks for teaching me that."
"No problem, sweetie," Mary told her. "Hey... Laura's having her baby any time now. I'm really looking forward to seeing you guys in a couple months. You're going to love it here."
Lucy laughed softly, "You keep saying that."
"I know!" Mary laughed with her. "And I want you to meet Sam and my horses and we can go riding and this is just the best place in the world. I can't wait to have you all here with me for a while."
"How is Sam? Still enjoying the married life?"
Mary smiled, "Every day is like a dream. Life is perfect." Suddenly a pillow from off screen hit Mary in the side of the head, and Sam appeared in the screen next to Mary.
"She only says that because I'm right here," Sam said to the camera. "She says I snore which is just a huge lie."
Lucy looked on with wide eyes.... and then busted out laughing, so hard.
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In Oklahoma, Erin was feeling serene. Her hands were folded before her, and she was instructing a group of new students on their new life in the compound, and how acceptance would save them, here. The smile never left her face. Mother was very proud of her achievement, and Erin glowed when Mother praised her. She only had three months left here, she was now considered to be not a penitent, but a student factotum in charge of the penitents and she'd already been accepted at a college in Nebraska. She was a little afraid of leaving... the compound warned her she would again be surrounded by temptation and remnants of her old life. Mother promised to always be there to support her when she needed it. The compound continued taking care of their favorite children after they left, Mother told her so.
The first time she'd put on he new light gray robes showing she was no longer a penitent, she glowed when Mother told her she looked like a little raven-haired angel straight from heaven. A while back when Erin had begun to understand how the compound was helping her, Mother suggested her beautiful blonde hair was a distraction. A packet of hair dye appeared in her room soon after, and Erin was happy to use it. She didn't want to be a distraction.
Erin no longer thought of the hours... days... or torture she had endured. She no longer considered her mother who must have gone through the same thing. She never thought of the pain, or the sleep deprivation, of the Room of Reflection. She never thought of her forced abortion, the cleansing of that artifact of her sinful, misspent past. She was beyond consideration of those things. Considering any of it only brought anguish.
She hadn't thought of Lucy, Nora, Laura, Mary, or her mother in nearly half a year. Deep inside Erin's psyche, the homologue of Erin's mental state stood dark. It was the glass-enclosed room with a control panel, the monitor lights out, the displays dead. Whatever had existed of Erin before the compound was gone, whatever had replaced her had no business here, in this room. The little girl who once stood vigil in this place was...not gone, really, but missing, finally tired of screaming, finally surrendered. But there... on the control panel... a small indicator light... so dim as to not even be noticeable, not really, not even to the little girl who had fled this place... glowed a very, very dim green. The indicator light was labeled "Self."
In a few weeks that college in Nebraska would publish a list of the names of next term's incoming freshman to its website.
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