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What follows is a work of fiction based somewhat but not
entirely on really life events.  The major characters have
been changed beyond all recognition by even their own
parents.  Many other things have been completely made up by
the fevered mind of the writer.  It is a sex story meaning
that it includes descriptions of sex acts and so you should
most likely not be reading it, especially if doing so will
result in prison, spankings, restrictions of privileges, or
excessive numbers of "Hail Marys."

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being opened.  The occasional piece of fan mail will not be
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Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
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ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera
Original Post Date 24 Sep 2002 

         Enjoy Your Youth While You Still Have It
            A Story Quickly Written in Hotmail
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

The girl sat in the dog kennel crying her blue eyes out.
It was music to his ears; he liked the criers the best.
They put up a fight like the screamers, but were almost as
easy to handle as the ones that just stared into space.

   He left the cage in the corner of his bedroom as he
undressed for bed.  The girl's weeping and begging
continued through the show that he made for her as he
slowly strip himself down to his print boxers.  He left
them on, thinking to himself that the tent in the front
would frighten her a little more than seeing his naked
erection.

   He did notice that her eyes grew wider (surprisingly
wider in his mind) as she watched him walk around the room
doing his preparations.  The cage was placed so she would
see his back as he brushed his teeth.  Also, he had a view
of the young blonde in the mirror.

   She was very young and very pretty.  He had a few
'reluctant' girlfriends before this, but they were all of
an age.  This girl was the youngest, the first of the 'not
at all legal' age group, and the easily the most attractive
as well. Her short, unturned nose and soft features made
her look younger still, but even her true age was much too
young for what was going to happen to her.

   Finished with his teeth, he walked back into the bedroom
and over to the trapped girl.  He reached into the large
opening and with very little struggle, slipped a ball gag
into her mouth.  He strapped it tight behind her head.

   He enjoyed having his guests fruitless battles with
their bindings; so using a small padlock, he locked it into
place, but left her hands free.  She immediately began to
fight to strip it off.  He watched for a moment before he
flicked off the lamp on the night stand.  He drifted asleep
to the muffled sounds of her weeping, thinking of tomorrow.

   He looked at his clock to find that it had been only a
couple hours since he went to bed.  He cursed the person
knocking at his door and covered his head with a pillow.
The knocking continued, but in truth it wasn't the sound of
knocking.  It sounded more as if a person was pounding
against the door with a closed fist.  Pounding very hard
and very steadily, the person at the door beat a constant
rhythm.  It was the rhythm of the Gestapo or the KGB from
any of a number of movies.

   He got up and turned on his light.  He glanced at his
soon to be victim, who had finally cried herself to sleep
as he picked up his robe.  He walked down the hall to the
outside door, grumbling as he went.  He wanted a full
night's sleep to enjoy the first day of his weekend
together with his new lover.  He opened the door, a choice
curse on his lips.

   "Hi, Al."

   The curse died right there.

   "Sherry."

   "Long time, no see."  She smiled at him sweetly.  "Are
you going to invite me in?"

   He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.  The Nordic
blonde just stood there like a house at the side of the
road waiting.  She wore nothing but a sheet wrapped around
her body like toga and a pair of saddles.  In the process
of wrapping, she had short sheeted herself, leaving about
six inches more of her long, strong legs exposed than would
have been customary.  Her large bosom was also well
displayed.

   "Uh."

   "I've heard that before, but it doesn't sound as cute
coming from you."  She still smiled, but it was the smile
that came before the kick that left your parents without
grandchildren.  "Well, are you inviting me in, Al, or not?"

   "I, um, was in bed Sherry.  I wasn't, ah, expecting
company."

   "I didn't think you were, Al."

   "Could you, well, come back later?  Say maybe next
week?" he asked.

   She shook her head.

   "I don't think so, Al."

   "I..."

   "Al, are you going to let me in or am I going to have to
get rough with you?"

   "I...  Sherry, go away."

   Sherry sighed and reached into a fold of her sheet.

   "Al, we've known each other for a long time, and I
really didn't want for it to come to this, but..."  She
pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Al.  "I've got
a warrant, and I'm coming in."

   "Sherry, I..."

   "Listen, I'm missing a very good orgy to do this; so as
you can guess, I am not very happy at the moment."

   "Where did you get a warrant?"  Al stammered in his
shock.

   "Judge Parker and the DA Rogers were at the orgy.  I saw
you taking a cage with what appeared to be a young girl out
of your car and into your house on my way there.  When I
got there, I found the two of them and got the warrant.
And if you think, I'm pissed.  They were in a sixty-nine
and the Judge almost had her in orgasm.  So you are in a
heap of trouble.

   "So, where is she?"

   "The bedroom."

   Al lead Sherry back up the hall and into his bedroom.
The cage stood in the corner, the girl looking up at the
two adults as they came in.  Fear was in her now awake
eyes.  She tried to cover her small, halved apple sized
breast with her arms as she crawled in to the deepest edge
of her prison.

   Sherry stood and shook her head.  After telling Al not
to move, she stepped from the room.  He waited motionless
as she was gone, only flinching when he heard the sound of
a car door slam.  Sherry walked back into the room with her
patrol jacket in her hands.

   Motioning for him to unlock the door to the kennel, she
held it as Al struggled with the locks and his shaken
nervous.  After a moment, however, he succeeded in getting
the door open.  At Sherry's instructions, he stepped into
the corner.

   The girl stepped slowly out of her box and, keeping both
eyes on her captor, she slowly inched to Sherry.  Once
there, she hugged her arms around the mostly undressed
police officer and tears flowed down her cheeks to be
trapped at the strap of her gag.  She hardly noticed as
Sherry cut it away with a switch blade knife.

   "Are you okay?"

   The girl nodded her head.

   "Did he do anything to you?"

   The girl shook her head.

   "Good."  Sherry reached down and wrapped her jacket
around the girl.  It was just long enough to cover her down
to the cheeks of her slimly shaped butt.  "Go wait for me
in my car.  I'll be right out."

   The girl eased her way from the room, keeping the
greatest distance she could from her attacker.  At the
door, she started to run down the hall.  In a moment, the
two adults heard a car door slam.

   "I wasn't going to hurt her."

   "Suuuuuuuure you weren't.  And I'm Souvie."

   "Sherry, granted I'm rough, but..."

   "You kidnapped a little girl, Al.  That ain't right."

   "Sherry," Al pleaded.

   "Okay, Al," answered Sherry, "let's just see down in
your basement."

   They walked together down the hall and to the basement.
Even with the lights on, the room was dark.  It was a moody
darkness of shadows cast by insufficient light.  Leaving Al
to stand at the foot of the steps, Sherry toured the room.
Here and there, she would pick up an item and put it down
again.

   Manacles hung from the walls and the beams of the
ceiling.  A fully functional rack sat in the corner.
Sherry turned the wheel a few notches, admiring the smooth
functioning of the machine.  She swung a crop and then a
bamboo cane in the air.  The sound of both passing through
the air caused Al to begin shaking where he stood.  She
walked over to a counter top and examined the objects on
it.

   Picking up one, she turned to Al and said, "Not going to
hurt her then what was this for?"

   He swallow as he stared at the soldering iron, "An
electronics project."

   She shrugged in disbelief and set it down.  Turning to
another object, she again accused, "what were you going to
do to her with a goddamn router?"

   "Sherry, dear God.  That was for a wood working
project."

   She picked up another object.  "And this?"

   "Was the project." He answered meekly.  "Okay, but I
wasn't going to hurt her much."

   "Yeah, right."  She said.  Looking at the contraption,
Sherry added, "Mind if I borrow this, I think that my
girlfriend might enjoy it.

   "But don't think I'm going to let you off easy, Al."

   "No, ma'am."

   "Now, I've got to get that girl to the hospital.  And I
don't want you in the car.  If you weren't a friend and if
the fucking Supreme Court would let me, I'd just stick you
in the truck.  Unfortunately, you are a friend and have
rights anyway, so I can't.

   "I'll going to have to hand cuff you to the hand rail of
your stairway.   Now, I happen to know that you might enjoy
that so don't go trying any of that police brutality crap,
or I might just forget I'm a cop and beat your sorry ass.
Understand?"

   He nodded.

   In a few heartbeats, Al found himself chained to his
steps waiting for a squad car to pick him up.  Sherry
showed herself out of the door, leaving it open for the
supporting cops to get and finish the arrest.  She went to
the drivers door of her car.

   The girl sat on the passenger's side in the front, her
knees pulled close to her body and tucked underneath the
police jacket.  She shrivered.  In response, Sherry turned
up the heat of the car as she pulled from the drive.

   "I'm taking you to the hospital."

   The girl nodded.  Sherry drove in the silence for a long
while, before the girl turned to her.

   "Why are you wearing a sheet?"

   "I was going to a party."

   "What kind of party?"

   "You know...well...maybe not."

   The girl looked into Sherry's face and started to smile.
"You're going to an orgy, aren't you?"

   Sherry shrugged.  "Maybe I was, but not now.  Besides,
what would you know about those sorts of things."

   "I've been to orgies before.  I'm in Junior High after
all."

   "Oh?"

   "Why aren't you going, now?" The girl's voice was
curious.

   "You need to go the hospital."

   The girl licked her lips.  "He didn't hurt me."

   "And?"

   The girls quickly replied, "I wouldn't want you to miss
your party."

   Sherry shrugged.

   "Can I go?"

   She looked over at the girl.  All traces of fear were
gone.  She didn't shiver anymore, but she did squirm.
Sherry closed her eyes in thought as they waited at a stop
light.

   "Well, half the staff at St Nathan's will be there.  Are
you sure?"  She looked at the girl who eagerly nodded.
"Okay."

   The girl cheered then asked, "do you have a siren?"

   Laughing, they turned away from the hospital to the
wailing and strobes of police lights.