How Wendy Finally Found Love 
(FF,f-rape,prison sex,prostitution,mast)
by Philip Harris

Women were always attracted to Wendy.  They'd come on to 
her even before she understood what they wanted.  When 
Wendy's best friend Joan confessed what she wanted, 
painting wonderfully erotic mind pictures, Wendy felt 
scared and had misgivings, but she gave in.  Who wouldn't 
give in to a best friend's earnest request?  Joan touched 
Wendy first, and it felt very good.  Then Wendy did the 
same things to Joan, and Wendy felt happy to give Joan 
pleasure.

Then Joan brought other girls, and Wendy again gave in 
because Joan asked it of her.  It felt good, and soon it 
felt safe, and Wendy enjoyed loved by many friends.  

They started sharing her--a weekend with one girl, then a 
weekend with another.  Wendy was passed around.  They 
praised her when she obeyed them, and threatened her with 
hurt when she hesitated.  

Joan was the first to hurt her, with a "pear," a metal 
thing shaped like a pear, with a thumbscrew that spread the 
pear open like a flower blossom, opening very wide.  
Inserted into Wendy and opened, it hurt her a great deal.  
One full night of tears like that, with Joan comforting her 
and telling her it was for her own good, and afterward 
Wendy was always totally obedient to whoever held "Wendy's 
pear."

When Wendy met Chad, her first boyfriend, and she thought 
that it would all be different.  The girls let her go, 
saying that she was no longer a pear slave.  They'd found 
someone else for that.

At first Chad treated her well, and oh it felt so different 
with a man!  It felt--rougher--which Wendy liked.  Not 
rougher than the pear of course, but sex with Chad had a 
crudeness that her girlfriends had lacked.

When a girl wanted Wendy she would lay an arm on her, or 
perhaps just point, and Wendy did whatever she knew was 
wanted of her.  But Chad would simply grab Wendy and start 
pulling off her clothes.  She learned to wear pullover tops 
and front-snap bras instead of clothes with Chad-
frustrating buttons and hooks.  Wendy loved Chad's 
attentions.

But after a while Wendy told Chad about what she did with 
other women, and how they'd treated her, and then he 
changed.  He demanded more of her, and soon he demanded she 
find a girl to have sex with for him.  It had to be a young 
girl he insisted.  She had to find him cherries to pop.

Chad took Wendy to shopping malls to find young girls who 
were just hanging out.  She'd promise them money for 
handing out flyers.  Once a girl agreed, she was led out to 
the parking lot and into Chad's van, where Chad would seize 
them.  Tied to the van's floor, Wendy's clever tongue and 
fingers would bring them to crying climax.  Chad loved 
seeing them "wet at both ends."  Then, their sex opened, 
Chad would cherry pop them.

He loved scaring them that they were going to get pregnant, 
and telling them to keep quiet about what happened because 
everyone would believe they were just sluts anyway.

Wendy didn't really feel sorry for the girls, and she 
enjoyed making Chad happy.  He always made very good love 
to her afterward, having her mimic the pleas of the girls.

When that became too dangerous, Chad started having Wendy 
pick up young women in dike clubs.  She'd bring them home 
and drug them.  Raping dikes was as much fun as popping 
cherries, Chad used to say. 

There had been so many.  The police only knew about the 15-
year-old, the stupid bitch who'd said that she was 
eighteen.  She had gone to the police when she discovered 
that Chad had made her pregnant.  Wendy had drawn 5 years 
in prison.  Chad was away for 25 years.

Wendy's prison sex experience started on her first night, 
when her big, fat cellmate Linda told Wendy that she'd have 
to masturbate in the upper bunk every night because Linda 
liked to fall asleep to the sounds of sex.  She threatened 
with a huge, tightly rolled magazine, and said that it was 
that or Wendy's own fingers.  It was awful, because Wendy 
wasn't allowed to stop until she heard Fat Linda's snores, 
which would take about 40 minutes, and a kick from the bunk 
below might awaken Wendy at any time of the night to do it 
again.  The ordeal went on for the whole first year, and 
taught Wendy to sleep with her fingers ready.

Wendy was careful to be quiet enough that only Linda would 
hear her.  The other girls knew about Linda and sometimes 
made cruel cracks about it to Wendy.  After a year, Fat 
Linda was switched to share a cell with small, black-haired 
Cynthia.  Cynthia couldn't do it quietly, and so for the 
next year everyone in the cellblock was treated to 
"Cynthia's Song" every night.

Wendy's second cellmate, Tiffany, was just 18 years old and 
very scared looking.  Wendy started Tiffany on finger duty 
the first night, just to establish herself as boss, but 
Wendy felt so sorry for the girl that she let her stop 
right away.  But Wendy, now in to bottom bunk, made Tiffany 
come down and give her oral.  Wendy had gotten so that she 
couldn't get to sleep anymore without climax.  Tiffany 
learned to do it quickly between the guards' rounds.  Wendy 
finally found popularity with the other girls, by lending 
Tiffany out.

Once out of prison and in a halfway house, Wendy wanted to 
reform.  But she also wanted sex with a man, a rough man, 
desperately.  The halfway house found her a job in a big 
carpet-cleaning factory.  Wendy was only allowed to be away 
from the house when she was at work, so she had to get her 
sex there.  Arnold, the boss man, was accommodating to all 
the release-work girls' needs, but he wasn't rough enough 
for Wendy.  He took sex from her just to get himself off.  
To him it was just a perk of his job, just like the 
kickback money he took from her paycheck.

"I ain't sending you back with bruises," he once told her 
when she asked if he could be a little rougher.

Another girl, Carol, showed Wendy the way out.  Carol got 
Wendy a job at a sex club, and for a chunk of that paycheck 
Arnold kept her on his payroll as far as the Corrections 
Department was concerned.  He also kept her whole 
corrections pay, a fraction of which paid for an immigrant 
to do her work.

The sex club job was easy.  Wendy did private booth dances.  
The naked dance was what a customer got for the "official" 
private show price.  A low Plexiglas wall separated Wendy 
from the customer.  For more money, negotiated privately, 
she would do a rug show, masturbating with her finger.  A 
little more money bought a dildo show.  Enough money, and 
if the guy looked okay to her, and the Plexiglas would come 
down and the customer could dildo her himself.  More money 
bought more services.

Wendy loved when a customer dildoed her roughly.  "Twist 
it," she'd urge, "don't ram it, fuck with it."  She'd hold 
her hood open.  "Right there, on my clit.  Press it there.  
Keep me cumming.  Oh god, oh god!"

She hated the taste of condom.  And all that lovely cum 
wasted!  Being with women so much of the time, Wendy 
developed a passionate craving for man cum.  She sometimes 
dreamed about it in the morning before awaking, imagining 
it on her breakfast cereal.  She'd picture stroking a cock 
and making it fire off right over her corn flakes.

The club prices were so high that she didn't get much 
fucking.  And if a customer insisted on not wearing a 
condom, for that they had to pay a very high price--$1000.  
That was the club rules.  Wendy loved the money, but at 
that price she had too few barebacks.  One day a customer 
dildoed her with magnificent savagerly, so Wendly let him 
ride bareback for free.  The club found out and she was 
fired.  Arnold wouldn't give her job back, so Wendy ended 
up confined within the halfway home all day.

That was the longest the Wendy had to go without sex.  The 
girls in the halfway home didn't do it.  They were all 
getting it on the outside, mostly with men.  Wendy felt 
very left out of things because of that, and she had to go 
back to her nightly bedtime fingering.

Eventually Wendy finished her sentence and was released 
from prison.  She found more club work right away, 
deliberately choosing the very sleaziest place she could 
find.  She had to start paying Arnold again, to conceal her 
employment from her probation officer.  

Wendy moved in with another club girl, named Karen, but 
made the mistake of telling too much about herself.  Karen 
made Wendy share her bed, and when she heard what Big Linda 
had made Wendy do, Karen demanded the same nightly 
subservience.  "Making incense for the bedroom," Karen 
called it.

To supplement their club work, Karen got them work at 
private parties.  They went to people's homes and gave 
girl-girl shows for $600, and then earned tips for whatever 
the men wanted.  The total pay was very good.  Karen had a 
boyfriend who provided the transportation and "saw to 
security," for a third.

Cheryl was at one of those parties; that's how Wendy and 
Cheryl met.  

It was the first time Wendy had seen a woman at a party.  
The guys at the party teased the woman, and from the 
teasing Wendy learned that she was the wife of that 
household.  The guys made rude jokes about how Cheryl 
should join the fun, and Wendy knew from Cheryl's eyes that 
she was dying to be forced into something.  Wendy sized 
Cheryl up as very cute, curious, but totally inexperienced.  
A tip was a tip, so when a few of the guys threw money on 
the floor and said, "Maybe Cheryl wants some," Wendy moved 
right over to her.

Cheryl was sitting down.  Wendy knelt before her, raised 
her body up and eased her tits toward Cheryl's face.  Yes, 
Cheryl's touch was a "first time" touch.  Wendy presented a 
nipple and Cheryl took it into her mouth with pretended 
shyness, but Wendy could feel the desire.  She eased her 
fingers between Cheryl's legs, up her skirt, finding 
wetness in her panties.  Wendy's cunning fingers parted the 
panties and slid easily inside.  The guys made rude 
comments, but only Wendy and Cheryl knew that Cheryl came 
in just those few seconds.

Afterward Karen was angry with Cheryl for not doing her 
share of guys at that party, accusing her of letting good 
money get away.  A month later they were called back to the 
same home, for a smaller party.  Wendy said, "Hi Cheryl" 
when she knelt before the wife.  She'd thought of Cheryl 
often.  This time Wendy boldly went farther, opening 
Cheryl's shirt and sucking on her nipples, guiding Cheryl's 
fingers between Wendy's own legs while she reciprocated.  
Cheryl's husband looked very displeased.  Cheryl's secretly 
handed Wendy her phone number along with the tip.

Cheryl left her husband not long after she and Wendy began 
seeing each other.  Wendy split with Karen, and she and 
Cheryl took a place together, doing a party act together 
too.

It took a little looking, but Wendy found a pear to 
introduce Cheryl to on their first night living together.  
Cheryl's tears were loving and willing as she acknowledged 
that Wendy was her master forever.  Wendy gave Cheryl just 
a short treatment, just a test of her surrender.  

Cheryl is a good housekeeper for Wendy, doing all the 
cooking and cleaning and laundry, and she provides Wendy 
with nightly bedtime oral while she fingers herself.  She 
sits lovingly on the floor between Wendy's legs when they 
watch TV together, and says "I love you," whenever Wendy 
taps her twice on the head or shoulder or any part of her 
body, which Wendy does at least fifty times a day.  I think 
Wendy and Cheryl are going to live happily ever after 
together, don't you?

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on http://www.asstr.org/~pharris/.
