YOU WILL NOT CATCH ME
By
I. R. WEIRD
YOU WILL NOT CATCH ME
Sexual Serial Killer Victims
By I. R. WEIRD
Copyright ©2011 I.R.Weird
Published by Fantasy Land Computer Books
www.unknownserialkillers.com
FRONT COVER
The person depicted ON THE FRONT COVER is a model and is being used for illustrative purposes only.
YOU WILL NOT CATCH ME
This book is a work of fiction and is a figment of the author's imagination and is not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), dialogue, locations, or events is coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems without permission in writing from its author I. R. Weird.
ACKNOWLEDGMENT
This book is fiction and the characters’ development was assisted from descriptions presented in the following books:
"Sexual Homicide Patterns and Motives" By Robert K. Ressler, Ann Wolbert Burgess, John E. Douglas
"Mind Hunter" By John Douglas, Mark Olshaker
"The Criminal Personality, Volumes 1 and 2" By Samuel Yochelson,
Stanton Samenow
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
THE PICK-UP
It was around 11 PM last night and I was walking with my seductive, back and forth, ass-swing down Main and Broadway just waiting for a young horny stud to come to a screeching halt right alongside me with his car window down. He would blurt out with the sound of an amateur.
"Why are you slinging your ass out here all alone, honey?"
I would act surprised. I would shove out my tits toward his face, point right between them to emphasize my cleavage, cock my butt to the side and make my lips in exaggerated motion mimic the words.
"Who me?"
"Hard-hitting street babe. Night time is damn dangerous and even in your fuckin’ business you shouldn’t be on this fuckin’ street. I’ll take your ass anywhere. You an under-cover cop?"
"Don't pay enough, honey."
In trying to speak in a sexy voice, he would say.
"Get in and let’s fuck."
The second I responded to his proposition I entered my, “ass protection mode,” as I stepped off the curb. I mentally digested the visual features of the car. Is he and the car undercover? New or old car? Well kept or not? Is he from this area? What dingle-dobs hang from the mirror or visors? Has he been around here before?
My, “female instincts,” sized up this wanna'-be-employer. His age and voice, the position of his body (hands still on steering wheel, mouth, head, feet spread apart), is he impulsive or calculating? I evaluated him while I leaned over and pushed my tits through the car window and answered him with a sexy.
"Hi. I'm just the girl that can give you anything you want."
I would get in and as we drove off, he would tell me.
"Gimmie a quickie."
"Costs $75, pay me now."
"Shit chick, only got fifty bucks."
"No good, my fee is $75."
Like a mad-man, he would screech to a halt, order me out, and squeal away screaming.
"Fucking bitch."
I would go back to Broadway to continue my walking solicitation. If by chance, I reached the end of the block without a proposal, I would cross Main and parade myself back down Broadway the other way. This is my life. I parade back and forth on Broadway until I capture a stud. I walk 10 miles night.
Another overture that I preferred and liked the best was when the stud simply slowed down to look me over then would speed away down the street for a block or two to disappear around a corner.
I would quickly haul my ass across Main, and walk down the other side of the Broadway. Suddenly, the stud would come screeching to a halt right beside me. Same car, same stud. A horny man can sure make it around the block fast when he sees something he likes and he knows he can pay for it.
My work is something I really enjoy and it fills my own needs and desires. I am no different than the rest of the girls around me and I am no different than all the other pious women in the world. We all like sex. I thank God that all these other women in the world are inhibited because of their up-bringing. I get paid for doing the things I enjoy, "Lots of sex."
All of us on this street are very competitive and we are all very enthusiastic about displaying our goodies. Friendship amongst us is just a matter of acting appropriately.
By God, should any bitch that doesn't belong here show up to flaunt her ass, I'll sure as hell tell her to get the fuck outta' here or else me and all my friends that own this block will beat the shit outta' her. If that doesn't register on her fucking brain, we'll sure as hell let Sammy know and he will give her a razor face job. If Sammy's territory is encroached too often, the cops will start finding bodies all over the place.
Fucking weather. Damn drizzling. Wind starting to blow. It’s threatening a big rain. Everybody left about an hour and a half ago when Nancy said she'd see me tomorrow, same place same time. I might as well quit for the night. Haven't made one damn penny tonight. Could go to the Paradise Bar and pretend to want a drink and get a pick-up. Nope. That's someone else's territory. There's not one soul around here. This street is dead tonight.
"Fuck."
CHAPTER 2
A CUSTOMER
Jane heads back to her one bedroom apartment and she pauses in her final nightly stroll down Broadway and looks around. Window shades are down and lights are off in all the apartments. No one is working in their businesses situated below the apartments and there are no cars roaming the street except for one.
Jane perks up as she recognizes headlight beams approaching from behind. The headlights, reflecting off of signs, light poles and store windows, brighten the street in front of her.
A few seconds later a maroon pickup truck pulls up alongside her and stops. Jane turns to face the truck. After a brief moment, the truck, without the usual screeching tires and roaring engine, pulls away at a normal speed and turns the corner two blocks up the street. Jane speeds up her pace to the end of the block and smiles and thinks.
"Nice new truck. A man out looking this late at night in this kind of weather means he wants to get set up for a long night. This one could be a big pile of cash for me."
Jane reaches the end of the block, crosses over and heads down the other way. She slows her stroll and fluffs her hair. Headlights appear again and the same truck she had just seen a few minutes before comes to a silent stop slightly in front of her. A young man leans over to the open passenger window and casually remarks.
"Ma'am this is a lousy rainy night to be walking down the street all alone on this side of town."
Jane's instinct tells her to respond with a different answer.
"I know. I just got off work from back up the street at Lacey's Accounting firm and I'm headed home."
"Can I offer to take you home ma'am?"
Jane observes that the neatly dressed, clean shaven young man has straightened up behind the steering wheel leaving the possibility, that maybe, he is just being nice.
The conditions appear correct so Jane licks her lips and with a big smile answers.
"I don't know if I should? It's against my better judgment to accept a ride with a stranger."
"I was just offering ma'am. I can certainly understand your reasoning. By the way ma'am, my name is George Peterson. I am a building contractor from Northern Arizona discussing one of my building projects with Sampson Architects. They're about a mile back up this street. I'm a hard working man, ma'am, like you and I just finished my work and was headed back to my ranch when I saw you in this drizzle. Yeah, this drizzle is pretty rare for Arizona. I slowed down when I saw you but then at the last second I decided that I ought to mind my own business so I drove away.
A couple of blocks up the street I changed my mind and decided that I ought to be a good Samaritan and go ahead and, at least, offer you a ride."
Jane offers no sexy overtures to attract George.
"You are one hell of a talker George."
"I apologize ma'am."
Jane hesitates and thinks.
"Fuck, this one is getting away."
"Please don't think bad of me cuz I bothered you.
Jane interrupts.
"Wait a minute George. It's I who should offer the apology. I am truly sorry I gave you such a bad impression George but a girl needs to protect herself. Jane observes George's reaction then decides.
"Of course, with this rain, I'll be happy to accept your offer."
Jane reaches for the door handle but George hits the instant clicker on his steering wheel and the door pops open.
"I got everything on this truck ma'am. Hop on in an get dry."
George waits for Jane to get settled then looks over his left shoulder to check for traffic and slowly pulls out on Broadway. Jane puts her large purse between her legs and the door.
"This is awful nice of you George to give me a ride. Call me Jane."
"Okay Jane glad to meet you. Where's your place?"
"Well, you know my place is really not necessary right now. Tell you what, where would you like to go George? Any nice secluded spot is ok with me. If you don't have a good spot to take us, I know some good places. Better yet George, what would you like to do? Tell me then I can show you where to go."
"I've got to get back to my ranch tonight. Tomorrow I have to advise my building supervisors about the changes in one of the buildings I just finished discussing about 20 minutes ago."
"I'm sure you are very busy man George. Please realize though, I'm also a very busy woman and tomorrow I have pressing clients that I have to take care of. I'm sure you understand what I'm saying."
George seems to be concentrating on his driving and does not offer a reply.
Jane inhales deeply and thinks.
"Why do I get the righteous bastards?"
Jane unbuckles her seat belt and scoots over to George so that her left hand can sneak between his legs to push them apart. Jane applies a little palm pressure on top of his penis and her fingers slowly stroke the bottom of his balls.
"I want you to hold still George. Keep your hands on the steering wheel and keep your legs spread apart for me. Be a good boy and tell me what you want me to do."
There is no response from George.
"Why don't I give you directions to a place I know you will approve of and where you will be very comfortable."
George glances down at Jane's hand.
"You could get back over on your side."
Instead of moving away, Jane scoots closer to George. Her thigh is right up against George's thigh. Jane says.
"Oh George, how about let’s snuggle."
Jane increases her palm pressure by slowly pushing down harder on his penis and she strokes George's balls more firmly with her fingertips.
Her palm pushes down with a simultaneous squeeze-stroke of her fingertips. This becomes a slow rocking motion at her wrist. George scoots back, tight against the seat but he says nothing.
Jane knows well this type of reaction in a man and she takes advantage of his retreat by letting her palm also push down on his pubic bone. His penis is getting hard. Her fingertips grab hard at the bottom of his balls. Jane knows that his entire penis and balls feel her presence. Her middle finger splits his balls apart and pushes in on his peter's blood veins and sensitive nerve endings. Indeed, this makes his genitals very excited as they fill with blood. Her forefinger and index finger are each placed under the split balls and push up and in on his urethra, the tube in his penis used to discharge his sperm.
Jane smiles and reflects back on her training from 10 years ago when she, at 14, had run away and had tried her first trick to get food.
Jane's pay from her first trick was to be pushed out of a parked car in the Modesto prostitute district. Jane was lucky because she was picked up by a couple of guys younger than her and taken to a guy named Willie. Her first impression of Willie was that he was an old, maybe 30, tough looking man like the guy that threw her out of the car.
Willy asked.
"Where’d find this beat up pussy cat."
The boys laughed and said.
"She come flying out of Bobby Jean's limo and landed right smack in front of us while we were walking down the street minding our own business. God gave us a gift from heaven, Willy. She's money for everybody. How 'bout it Willie? "
The two young dudes pushed me into Willie's pad and the dudes left after Willie paid them about five bucks apiece.
Willie got between me and the door.
"Undress bitch."
I backed away and asked.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Willie laughed and said.
"Nothing. I want to replace your torn clothes, get you cleaned up and put some food in you."
I undressed for Willie and after he inspected me, he did all the things he said he would do. Willie didn't touch me at all that day as I had fallen asleep.
I woke up that night to the smell of bacon and eggs. There was a lady by the name of Sissy cooking those eggs. Sissy was pretty and about twice my age. When Sissy saw I was wake, she motioned to me to sit at the table. Willie was there at the table reading the newspaper. He didn't even look up when I sat down. That's the way it was with Willie and Sissy until...
George abruptly stops at a red light and Jane is brought back to the present.
"Excuse me George. I just got to thinking about all the fun I would like to have with you. I know you like this."
All three of Jane's fingers squeeze firm and she pulls up on George's balls so that the penis is forced down between his balls and the balls are pulled upward on each side of the penis.
Jane feels good and thinks.
"Oooohh, I love this. I have control of George."
And Jane reflects back to when her hands-on training began at Willie's, and lasted for five years.
Most of the time it was Sissy and Willie teaching her. Willie was the test subject and Sissy was the teacher. Willie would show Jane where to grab him. Then Sissy would show Jane how to grab him. Sissy would let go of Willie and place Jane's hands in the proper positions on Willie. It was all show and tell on Willie who often reached a climax before Jane could finish what she was doing to Willie. Then there was always a harsh reprimand from Sissy. Sissy would say.
"That is not the way you control a man. What you do is bring him up to the point of shooting then you tease him. At that point, you stop. He is helpless. He will want you to continue and you hesitate then you continue to the point of shooting and you stop. You tease him some more. You are being trained to recognize that point. So pay attention to what you are doing."
Sissy was a real fine teacher and after the lesson with Willy was completed, Sissy would let Jane be the groping man on her. Jane's hands would grab at Sissy's tits and twat and Sissy would show Jane how to deflect a man's groping hands, while at the same time, Sissy would use her hands to overpower the groping Jane.
Sissy could easily overpower Jane and before Jane could respond, Sissy would have Jane down and humping by sucking on her tits and rubbing her clitoris. Just as Jane would reach her climax, Sissy would prevent the climax and release Jane. Sissy would jump up and say.
"The way I performed on you is exactly the way you do it to the man. You get rid of his hands and use yours to grab his penis and balls and start your soft chewing and biting and sucking exactly like I did to you. If you do what I just did to you, you can bring any man to a climax and control the outcome precisely like I just did for you.
Your control over the man is absolute just like my control over you, at this precise moment, is absolute. I tease you to the point of… For example, you have two choices. You can beg me to bring you to a climax or I will be happy to see you fuck yourself. In this same manner, a man is also left these two choices and he, I know, will beg you to continue on him rather than having to jerk his dick himself."
And as always, Jane grabs Sissy by her hair and pushes Sissy’s head down between her legs. Jane uses all her strength to keep Sissy’s mouth tight against her vagina. Sissy would always laugh and say.
"See I told you so."
As Jane humps up from Sissy's flicking tongue, Sissy holds tightly onto Jane’s ass, twists into route 69 and rolls onto the bed maneuvering Jane to the top of her. Sissy holds Jane in the top position.
"You're the man now. Make me scream. Try to take away my control."
Jane would scream and yell with pleasure as she was rotated to a 69 on top of Sissy. Jane would get her mouth on Sissy's cunt to lick hard on her clitoris. The girls would go at it twisting and bouncing all over place with Sissy regaining the top position over Jane with her finger inserted into Jane’s spread out vagina and her tongue on Jane’s clitoris. Always, it would be Sissy who would bring Jane to a climax first.
Jane lay on the bed, her chest heaving, her tongue hanging out, helpless with her arms and legs spread out and her hard tits pointing straight up.
"Well Jane honey, I'll consider you pretty well trained when you can get to me first."
Sissy lies next to Jane and orders.
"Now do me baby."
Of course, Willie was always the willing active participant if he could get between the two women when they were together. For Sissy and Jane, it was a daily routine to put Willie on the bed while Sissy showed Jane how to excite a man's genitals.
With Sissy's hands-on-help, Jane would pull on Willie's pubic hairs on his scrotum and the hairs around the base of his penis. Jane would use both hands to pull two or three hairs at a time to lift his skin up a little bit, release those hairs grab others to repeat the lifting. As Jane pulled up on the hairs, she watched Willie's penis jerk and try to stand up as his scrotum tightened up around his balls. There was many times where Sissy intervened with Jane's pubic hair pulling to start a different handling of Willie's genitals. Sissy would always say.
"Willie is getting too excited. Pause your hair pulling and use your hands to help his scrotum tighten up. Rub up and down on his scrotum and push his balls against his bone."
Sissy’s hands fondle Willie.
"When he starts moaning in pleasure like he is hard and ready to shoot, you stop rubbing and pushing. You hold on to his peter with one hand and with the other you squeeze his balls together and you hold onto that squeeze and start pulling, real easy, his balls away from his body. As his scrotum stretches, you lock your thumb and forefinger together around his scrotum and squeeze tight so that his balls cannot sneak back into his body. Your locked thumb and forefinger has made an escape route to small for his balls to sneak through."
Sissy sees that Jane's thumb and forefinger completely encircle Willie’s scrotum and that his balls are pressed tight against the bottom of his scrotum which rests in Jane's palm.
"Very good Jane. Pulling his balls will stop his shooting and you will increase and extend his climax. The man will hump like he has never humped before. You will control him and make his climax supreme.
You keep those fingers locked and you hold your squeeze for a long time, at least five minutes. Use your other hand to rub on his peter and feel how big and tight his peter and balls are getting. The tighter, the better. And when you pull his balls away from his body, twist them to the left and right several times. Release your locked squeeze, push his balls back against his body, and rub up and down on his balls to help tighten them back up. Time to repeat what you just did. Start the procedure all over again by locking your thumb and forefinger together around his balls then pull his balls away from his penis and body.
You can keep control of a man for as long as you want by constantly changing the activity of your hands and switching to different parts of his penis and balls. Place your entire hand around his penis and squeeze it to force out the blood. Release your squeeze and let the blood flow back in. Bite or squeeze on the penis head tip. This allows you to control the blood flow in his penis. He will utter grunts of pleasure.
So Jane, remember you want to constantly change from pushing to pulling to rubbing. You will learn with practice that the harder a man gets the more enjoyable it gets for you and him when you start pulling harder, pushing harder and rubbing harder. He will squeal and swing his arms and legs all around like he’s momma’s little baby boy."
The first six months for Jane were the hardest. She was sent out on the street by Willy. First, it was very hard for her to last a 10 hour or more work shift. Second, she had a hard time doing her sex acts on the client because she knew that at a distance Willy was watching her and video taping her. Videotaping was used to instruct Jane how to do her job better. Jane got used to all the attention and the rewards were great.
At that young age, Jane was the highest price piece of pussy in the area and Willie took care of her, especially when a guy started getting rough on her. When Jane was out on the street, Willie or one of his men was always close by to protect her. They never hesitated to beat the shit out of any man who even tried to mistreat her. If Jane didn't show up within 20 minutes, they were all ready to intervene. Bad guys were threatened with death. Word was put out on the street, don't mess bad with Willie's, Jane, and nobody ever did.
Willie was a real good employer. He provided Jane with a complete health care package and a two week paid vacation. And during the five years of hands-on experience, Jane had perfected her hand movements and her confidence thanks to all the training provided through Sissy and Willie's expert training program.
Jane can cause a man's penis to get rock hard and stick out like a spear. She can make his balls of steel shrink way up tight against his body.
Jane alters her maneuvers with her hands on George's genitals and she thinks back to her past.
It was a good life for Jane in Modesto until one day the cops showed up and arrested Willie and Sissy. But that was pretty typical for people like Willie and Sissy. Yep, Jane was at work out on the street when she learned that Willie and Sissy had gone to jail for recruiting minors and training them on how to fulfill adult sexual desires. Jane got real scared and rather than running and hiding she turned a trick for cash and grabbed a bus to Phoenix where she found Sammy who promised to treat her like Willy had.
Well, Sammy treated Jane pretty well. It was hard to forget how much of a family Sissy and Willie had become to her. Jane decided that as long as she was with Sammy, she would keep her memory alive of Willie and Sissy by being a true professional with her clients and that maybe over time a new family relationship could begin in Sammy's family.
Jane notices how tight George is gripping the steering wheel.
"Relax George."
Jane is at her fourth slow squeeze-stroke when George suddenly reaches down and removes her hand and places it in her lap.
"I'm sorry Jane. I have to get back to my ranch. It's a three hour drive and all I wanted to do is ask you to take a holiday and go with me and spend a couple of days with me. We won't be alone at my ranch. I've got two brothers out there and my sister and her kids. My parents have passed way plus the fact I've never gotten over my fiancée passing away 10 months ago and I've been kinda' lonely and I just need a woman to talk to. I was kind of hoping that you would be my kind of friend and then I could have someone to talk to about my loving family. Oh Jane, I miss my mom and dad so much. For my entire life, they always were my rock of Gibraltar. When we cried, they gave us their love. How about it Jane? Can you come and talk with me?"
Jane sits up straight and emphasizes, in her speech, a straight business as usual manner.
"Like I said before, you are one hell of a talker George. I know you know what my profession is!"
Jane is loud when she expresses her professional prostitute position.
"GEORGE! I'd be happy to talk with you. We can talk all night and you might decide that you very well want to do more than talk. My talking fee is $50 for this hour and each hour doubles and triples up from the first hour.
Oh sure, we can talk beginning with me asking you what you want. You tell me what you want and then I tell you what it costs! First you pay me, and then I do whatever you pay for, talk or fuck or do both at the same time, fucking and talking. You've got less than 30 minutes left out of your talking hour. When your time is up, I have done my job and you drop me off where you picked me up. If you liked our talk? Come back and see me!
George, I don't think you are wealthy enough to cover two days of me talking to you while I unnecessarily have to put all my other clients on the back of the burner!"
Road signs indicate in a mile they will reach the on-ramp to Interstate 17. George looks at Jane in a matter-of-fact way and points to the sign and remarks.
"I-17 is my destination. Ya' going with me Jane?"
Lost in her thoughts, Jane was too busy counting the dollar bills with her eyes.
"Ya' going with me Jane?"
Jane fastens her seat belt and is very explicit.
"You get me back here to Phoenix by 6 PM two days from now! My fee is $1000 right now before we hit the freeway!"
George sits up straight in his seat and smiles.
"Okay, done deal."
Jane sees George's fingertip press a number pad on the steering wheel.
"Open up the glove compartment box Jane and get me that brown envelope."
Jane grabs the envelope.
"Good. Open it up and count yourself out ten $100 bills."
Jane pulls out of the envelope a wrapped wad of $100 bills. The wrapping indicates 50 bills in a wrap. Jane breaks the wrap, inhales deeply and counts.
The truck enters the on-ramp of I-17 and Jane spreads out five of the $100 bills in each of her hands and waves them like a fan at George. George nods his head.
"Please put the rest back in the envelope and put the envelope back in the glove box."
Jane follows his instructions.
George presses the code on the steering wheel which locks the glove box.
The truck enters I-17 and Jane relaxes back in the seat on her side of the truck. She issues a brief smile reflecting her monetary success with George. Then she shivers with excitement.
CHAPTER 3
HOME LIFE
All this sexual monetary success with George releases awful memories in Jane’s childhood.
Jane was a real little girl and she doesn't remember how little she was when her daddy began playing with her. Jane figures that maybe she was five or six when she was in the living room and daddy grabbed her and took her panties off and started tickling her twat. She remembers giggling and it was fun. Then daddy started rubbing on it and it felt good. Daddy rubbed on it hard and poked on it and he licked his finger and stuck it in and it hurt. Jane fought daddy and cried out for mommy but there was no one around to help.
Jane hated all that playing around with her by her daddy and she remembers when she fought against it. Daddy would hurt her. Fighting daddy's groping did no good and the constant running away always left her cold and hungry enough to return home or show up at a neighbor's house, in which event, she was returned home.
Jane learned very quickly about daddy's big stick because he would sit her in his lap and put her legs outside of his legs and he used his stick to rub against her twat then try to stick it into her. Jane learned that what her daddy did with her made him happy. Jane also quickly learned all about daddy's stick and daddy's balls and what she had to do to daddy to make daddy happy to the point where daddy kept his hands off of her to let her play with him.
When daddy would grab her twat or tits, her little hands squeezed hard on his balls and she chewed real hard on his stick and he would stop grabbing her and let go. These self taught survival skills made Jane real street smart and in her older years with additional training from Sissy and Willie she got a lot of money from men and they never laid their hands on her.
CHAPTER 4
THE TRIP TO THE RANCH
Jane and George engage in small talk. George talks about his work and his family and Jane makes up stories about her family and how broken hearted she was when she decided on her style of life and how she cried and cried when she left home for Phoenix.
Jane sees that George is listening to her and she has decided that what George wants to do is talk.
Jane tells George.
"I just could not see myself settling down in typical married life. I like to move around and see new places and people. I like men. All men. I like sex. My job lets me make all my men happy. My job allows me to take vacations so that I can refresh myself for my men."
George looks Jane over, nods in approval and comments.
"I am a little different than you. In fact, all of my upbringing by my parents and minister guides me on how to cope with the passing away of my fiancée and how I deal with any woman I meet in the future. I guess I am a one-woman man but I don't have what you call, a lot of loving feelings. For some reason or the other, I lack this unknown thing of intimacy and acceptance. It really doesn't mean anything to me. This intimacy and acceptance is something I have always desired but I don't know how to get it, except maybe, I get acceptance through the control I maintain over my employees. You know they call me boss. Don't make any sense, does it?"
"Well maybe it does make sense?"
George continues.
"With you, maybe this is intimacy because this is the first time in a long while that I have been able to express my feelings. I have been thinking about what you asked me. What are we going to do?"
George glances over to Jane. Her head is leaning against the door and Jane stretches and yawns. She has fallen asleep sitting up and George frowns at her and shrugs his shoulders and grips his steering wheel and at the last second he catches his emotions and calms himself down. Thinking she is uncomfortable, George reaches over and touches her to partially awaken her.
"Go ahead and lay down Jane."
Jane stretches out from her side of the cab across the middle of the passenger space with her head close to George's leg. George thinks.
"Fuckin’ bitch. She must have an easy life. Probably does. Fucks men all night every day? Hell I could live her kind of life everyday and never get tired. I'd fuck women 24 hours a day just to show them I could do it."
As George drives in silence for about 90 miles, his mind becomes the object of his company and it produces his daydreams and fantasy worlds. George is such a respected leader and accomplished businessman that he has to ration his time to all that need his expertise in life. The women are so attracted to George that he has to be very selective as to who he associates with. George believes that he can do no wrong, that he is an unquestioned individual and that he is the one who is selected to make hard decisions for the good of society.
When George passes an exit sign that says, "No Services," he exits the I-17 freeway to a road that parallels the main highway for a very short distance. After about half a mile, the poorly kept paved road transitions into a narrow smooth gravel road that can't be seen from the highway. The road finally dead-ends at a locked gate. As George approaches the gate, he presses the keypad on his wheel and the gate opens and George drives through with the gate closing behind him.
George drives real slow so as not to disturb Jane. After a couple of miles the truck hits some deep ruts. Jane is bounced awake to see the headlights illuminate a narrow desert road surrounded by brush, juniper trees and large boulders. The narrow desert road is more like a cow path trail.
"Where are we? Why did you leave the highway?"
"I got sleepy."
The gravel trail widens just enough for George to turn around. He stops and begins to turn.
"Got too tired to drive. I gotta' rest just like you."
"Why didn't you stop at a rest stop or on the highway shoulder?"
George pauses in turning the truck around.
"There isn't any rest stop along this stretch of road. I pulled off on this old hunting trail because I know it very well. It's my property I inherited. Besides, it'll be morning in a couple of hours."
Jane mumbles.
"Oh."
Jane squirms around in her seat to lie back down and doesn't even bother to look around. George sees Jane's reaction and he resumes turning around so that when he finishes he has completed a 360 degree circle and is still headed away from the highway.
"Go back to sleep, I've turned us around here and headed back to the highway. It’s only a mile or so back to the freeway. I want to stop little closer to the highway. I'd rather rest out here than pull off a major highway shoulder to rest. It's too dangerous stopping on the side of the highway."
George stops the truck and stares down at Jane.
"Like I said I know this area. Go ahead and sleep while I rest my eyes for about an hour. Once we get going back on the highway, there's a truck stop about 35 miles further and we can stop, freshen up and get us some breakfast and coffee. We could even get a motel if you are uncomfortable here. If we do that motel, then we only got about another 145 miles from the truck stop to my ranch entrance."
George catches Jane by surprise as he reclines the entire seat-back almost to a bed and folds his arms across his chest and disappears into memories of his past.
With an exhale, Jane mumbles.
"Whatever you say. You're the boss."
Jane imitates George's actions. She maneuvers herself over to her side of the cab and lays all the way back. Now awake, she frowns and wonders.
"Is he for real? We'll see. I'll wait a few moments and see just how tired he really is. Talk? I want him to buckle down to what I want."
Jane lies still for a few minutes knowing that she has the upper hand with any man when she employs her bag of tricks that she was taught by Willy and Sissy and, of course, the tricks that she learned to employ on her daddy.
The truck seat is comfortable and Jane thinks.
"What is the best and least troublesome fucking I can give George? I'll give him enough fucking to where he keeps his hands off of me for two days.
Sissy was especially helpful to me. She showed me how to get men so excited that their dicks would collapse when I was finished and they could not even try to fuck me. It's easy money for a couple of minutes work.
Sissy would always say. First rule of thumb. Protect yourself in the totality by taking charge and draining the man of his sex drive. Sissy said that any successful girl that has established herself in our business always controls her own sex drive so that she will not fall into the sex trap during her trick. It is simple honey, she would say, before you go to work, you give yourself a fast finger fuck. Be sure to fuck yourself after every third customer. George is my first customer tonight but just in case..."
Jane stretches her legs, sucks on one of her forefingers and slides it into her vagina while her thumb flicks down lightly on her clitoris. Jane feels that wonderful tingling sensation and abruptly stops, removes her hand and reasons.
"I don't need this. He's the first tonight and he is going to be easy. He’s inexperienced. Hell, I'll get this over in a hurry. I'll wear out his peter and balls for the next three days. Then I'll just take it easy. Okay buddy, your time is up."
Once again Jane scoots over to George but this time she simply places her right arm and hand across his waist right at his belt line. She lays her head against his shoulder and waits.
Jane whispers.
"Let's play now."
As though he's been waiting for her, George answers.
"A little bit."
"Turn on the interior light, George."
"Will do."
CHAPTER 5
START OF THE FUCK
Jane unhooks George's belt, unbuttons his pants, drops his zipper, reaches into his shorts and grabs his peter.
Like he's been instructed by others many times before tonight, George spreads his legs a little bit and wonders if tonight is just a preview of all the frustrations he's been put through his entire life. George does not show emotion as he reflects on all the things that have been driven into his psyche and the physical makeup of his body.
"I have to have sex given to me by a woman. That's how I was brought up. I exist for a girl's pleasure. I can't remember how far back it was when they started on me. It's always been this way. They give it to me and they won't let me give it to them because I'm not good enough. Oh Michael they would say, come over here and let us make you happy, little boy. I hope Jane is just like some of the good girls in my family. Yeah, I remember the good things Linda did to me and then she would let me play with her for a little while.
Jane has already teased me and now I hope she will do her job on me to excite me and then let me play with her and excite her. I can only hope because a professional does not act that way. I don't want Jane to punish me like Mary and Sarah used to do if I didn't immediately obey them. Mary and Sarah used me to teach the other girls how to inflict punishment on me when I didn't obey. They would build me up and stop. I would plea for them to continue.
I hope Jane lets me play with her. Mary and Sarah would let Kathy slap on my balls and flick them with her fingers to make me hurt. Then she would start all over to bring me back up. All the other girls in my family would each practice on me. Mary and Sarah and all the girls always told me I can't do anything right, I am a failure every time. They do their sex on me and deny me my sex on them because I can't do it. I will be obedient to Jane. I hope she doesn't hurt me."
After several seconds of peter stroking, Jane interrupts George's thoughts.
"Good boy George. Now I'm going to rest my head on your lap and lift your peter up so that.."
George grabs Jane’s blonde hair and pulls her head back.
"No."
Jane releases peter.
"Easy George. You told me a little bit. That's all I was going to do."
George releases Jane's hair and comments.
"What you were doing is too uncomfortable for you. You are so close to the steering wheel it's going to bang on your head. I got a better idea. Let me come over to your side and get on top of.."
Jane giggles and grabs hold of George's balls.
"You don't understand George. I give the orders."
George gives out a little snort through his nose and folds his arms across his chest.
"My screwing around with you is going to be my way George. You are going to get excited like you've never been in your whole life. Now stay right there on your side while I get prepared.
Goodness George, you are just like all my little brothers. Restrained, excited and scared all at the same time. I would have to tell them every time to let big sister show them what life is all about. I could take their little bitty peters and in less than 5 minutes make them as big as a banana. I laughed when I saw the happy tears coming down their cheeks."
Jane sits up, leans over and reaches in her purse. She conceals a small object in her hand.
"I want you to lay real still for me George so that I can set up your peter the way I want it to be. Makes my job a lot easier. Put your hands under your butt. Sit on them and keep them there, right now."
"Okay. Like this?"
George slides his hands under his butt.
"After I get your peter ready then I want you to slide over to the center and lay back like you are now so that I can get between your legs to finish what I start right here. Do you understand your instructions?"
George hesitates then answers as though he is not sure as to how he should answer.
"I don't really.. Well.. Feel like that.. Should I.."
Jane's command tactics prevail and she tells George.
"You sound like you're a little unsure and that's perfectly normal for a man of your stature. Just like my little brothers trusted me, you know you can trust me. I know you understand me now. You're smart George."
Jane strokes George's arm.
"I like you George. In a little while we are going to do all the things that you want me to do to you. Then you will do all your sexy things you want to do to me to make me happy, but first, I want you to let me give you a little surprise."
With raised eyebrows, George gives a little quizzical frown.
"What kind?"
"First take off your clothes."
"Let me slide over to the middle first."
"No, you take off your clothes right where you're at! Pull your hands out!"
George obeys Jane then starts to unbutton his shirt.
"Here let me help you, George."
Jane assists in removing his shirt. George kicks off his shoes and Jane helps him remove his pants. George's lays back in his seat naked.
Jane rubs his chest.
"You're a good looking man. We're almost ready. Stay right there you big hunk. You really are a shy one but I know with this we're going to lose that shyness together. Here is my little surprise."
Jane opens her hand and dangles a steel cock and ball ring between her thumb and forefinger. She waves the cock and ball ring in front of George's face. He grabs her by the wrist and questions.
"What is that?"
"It's what you would call a collar for your peter and balls. This is what you will wear for me."
George rotates her wrist so he can get a better look at it. He let's loose a little giggle.
"Hee, hee, hee. Well what is this supposed to do?"
Jane is suddenly a teacher.
"See this first little circle."
Jane puts her middle finger through the little circle.
"The circle goes around your peter just like this."
Jane wiggles her finger.
"Oh. What's the rest of it?"
Jane removes the cock and ball ring from her middle finger.
"Watch this closely. This small peter ring goes around your peter like I just showed you. These two other rings are welded to each other and to this small peter ring."
"See. This cock and ball ring looks like a pyramid. See."
"Yep."
"This big ring goes all the way around your peter and your balls and is called the ball cock ring. And this middle sized bottom ring is the ball ring and fits around your balls and makes them hang out from the base of your peter and pubic bone. Simply put, this smallest peter ring is for your peter. The largest ball cock ring is for both your peter and balls and the middle sized ball ring is for your balls. See this teeny tiny little ring that is attached to the very bottom of the ball cock ring".
"Yep."
"This little ring is where I clip on my doggie leash which I will use to direct your body movements to do what I like and discipline you if you do not respond quickly enough. You will learn to move in the direction of my jerking whether it is sliding around in this cab or walking around, in which instance you follow my lead."
Jane holds the ball cock ring so that George has a clear view. She points to a small knob on each ring.
"See George, on each of these rings there is a little knob. You pull out on the knob to open a ring. Listen to the clicking sound when I pull the knob out to open the ring."
Jane pulls a knob out on one of the rings and it clicks to indicate the ring is open. George nods his head.
"I see."
Jane continues with her explanation.
"This is show and tell George. I repeat. You open a ring by pulling on the knob. You close a ring by squeezing each half of a ring together until you hear it click together indicating that it is closed."
Jane pushes together each of the rings to click them shut then she uses her fingers to try to separate each of the rings.
"Now with all rings closed, you turn each knob to tighten or loosen the ring. To open a ring, you screw backwards on a knob until it's all the way out and then you pull out on the knobs and the rings click open"
"Okay."
Jane hands the ball cock ring to George. He opens and closes the rings and twists the knobs and hands the ball cock ring back to Jane.
"I guess you know what you're doing and I certainly trust you Jane to know what's best. When you get finished playing with me, can I play with you?"
"Of course George. But first let's get back to basics. Do you remember when you were driving how I used my hand to press against your peter while my fingers separated your balls?"
"Oh yeah. I liked it but I was driving and I was afraid to show it cuz I might upset you."
George is now interested and asks.
"Is this supposed to do the same thing you were doing to me?"
Jane opens the three rings.
"This ball cock ring does it better George and now I'm going to put it on you right now before your dick and balls get too big and it becomes troublesome for both of us. I would have to squeeze your dick smaller and you would scream. Hold still George."
"Yes ma'am."
"When this is on, it allows me to give you the biggest bang you have ever had in your life. This cock ball ring replaces my hands and lets me play with your peter and your balls in ways that you could never imagine."
Jane puts a sexy emphasis on her words.
"I get to watch your peter and your balls get sooo big and sooo hard and sooo tight as I go cushy-cushy with them in all sorts of ways. I will push them in and pull them out. I will shake them all around and tickle them."
Jane wiggles his peter from side to side.
"George, your manly humping action will excite me and my twat so much that I could have a thrilling orgasm when I hear you scream at the top of your lungs in pleasure."
Jane snaps shut the small peter ring around the base of his penis.
"Feel your how little peter really gets hard and stays hard."
Jane snaps shut the big ball cock ring that goes around his penis and balls.
"Oh George, this ball cock ring fits very well on you. Here comes the ball ring. Hold still. This will take a minute to put on."
In order attach the ball ring, Jane reaches around George's balls by placing her thumb and forefinger around his scrotum and squeezing her thumb and forefinger together to force the balls real tight against the bottom of his scrotum. With her fingers tightly locked around the scrotum thus forcing his balls to the bottom, she stretches the scrotum and pulls the balls away from his body and his penis. Jane snaps shut the bottom ring that goes around his balls and she removes her locked fingers. Jane lets go of George's genitals and rubs his tummy. Jane reaches into her purse and pulls out her little doggie leash and clips it on to the little ring underneath the ball cock ring.
"I was taught how to handle a man’s balls when I was real young lady. How does that ball cock ring feel George?"
George lifts his head to see what Jane has just done.
"This thing you got don't do nothing for me."
George retreats into his protective mode. Fantasy land is his real life.
CHAPTER 6
MICHAEL AND HIS FAMILY LIFE
Outward appearances of Michael's family showed the family to be a typical middle-class family. Middle-class yes, but normal no.
Michael cannot remember the early events of his life. At the very beginning of his life he was used as a tool to allow mommy and daddy to obtain as much cash as possible from state assistance programs, federal programs and all types of charities. This was a clever scheme instituted by his father.
To the next door neighbors and church members Michael's family appeared to be a very stable family. Michael's dad was employed in building construction and made a very good salary. They owned a home in Los Angeles where they had been paying a reasonable mortgage for years. They owned a couple of reasonably-new cars and they had dinner around the table every night.
When Michael's dad and mom had an appointment with one of the assistance organizations, Michael, poorly clothed and dirty, would be paraded before the agents of the organizations along with the story that mommy and daddy were hard-working poor people that needed food and clothing and cash for Michael's welfare. The scam also included Michael's little sister, Connie.
Back in those days, before computers, any type of assistance program was hit hard by the scam artists whether they were the applicants or the program operators. Paperwork would be filled out and, in this case, Michael's parents received the benefits for Michael and Connie which, if scammed with the program officials, could be split at secret rendezvous’. Daddy always took his share of the benefits to buy booze, drugs or sexy outfits for mama so that she could dress sexy for her boyfriends.
Michael started his life like any normal young child who sought a bonding, comforting attachment to his mommy and daddy but that was something Michael was denied.
Instead of praises and kisses and hugs, Michael was called stupid and worthless and was told to go to his room and stay there because he was always in the way. Michael was frequently accused wrongly and he would cower in fear when his daddy, all full of booze or drugs, screamed at him and hit him. From these events, the negative physiological and psychological factors imposed on Michael created, first a disliking then as he got older, a hatred for his father that he physically expressed first with crying then channeling the crying to beating on the floor.
A fascination for sex by age 5 was a natural for Michael because he saw what his daddy did to all his girlfriends and to his mommy. It was only natural for Michael to try to play with his little sister, Connie, in the same manner that his daddy played with his girlfriends. Michael hated the times he was caught playing with Connie. His mother would lock him in the closet and tell him he could not do those things to his little sister or to any girl.
But this aggression toward girls was what Michael had learned from daddy. It got to the point that when mommy would find Michael's hands on Connie she would grab Michael and order Connie to yank on his pee pee till Michael screamed and Connie laughed and they pushed him in the closet.
A few stints in the closet drove Michael into further isolation resulting in a great amount of daydreaming.
On his own, Michael also tried to hide in the closet when mommy had female acquaintances visiting or daddy had his girlfriends over. Daddy or mommy would drag Michael out of his hiding place and hand him over to the girls. The women liked to bathe Michael and play with his little boy parts and they would dry him, especially rubbing and tickling on his little boy parts. He squealed with joy. In return, just like his daddy did, Michael always tried to get inside the women's clothes to grab at their pubic hairs and vaginas and tits. The girls laughed at him and would say.
"You are your daddy all over."
If Michael grabbed at their vaginas or poked too hard or he chewed too hard, the girls would inflict pain on Michael and he would scream.
CHAPTER 7
MORE FUCKING
George grabs at Jane's tits and Jane slaps his hands away.
"I'm not quite done yet, George."
Jane gives a couple of jerks on the doggie leash and George shouts out as he wiggles closer to Jane.
"Whoa honey, that felt good. Do it again."
"Get back over there George. I was just testing to make sure everything was fastened correctly. George scoots away and Jane jerks the doggie leash again.
"Closer. You are too far away George. I have more work to do."
George scoots a little closer.
"Good boy."
Jane screws the knob so that the small penis ring fits very snug around the base of George's peter. Without informing her captive, Jane pushes the knob into a barely visible slot which locks the ring so that it cannot be removed.
"The little penis ring around your peter is done. How does your peter feel?"
"It's getting big."
"Oh George, I see that."
Jane holds his peter straight up while she screws the knob on the big cock ring so that it also fits very snug around his penis and balls. She smiles and squeezes this knob into its slot and the ring is locked.
"One more done. My goodness George. How do you feel now?"
"I think everything is getting bigger."
"You are absolutely right George. This is just what I expected. You're looking very good. Hold still. Got one more to go."
Jane tickles the tip of George's peter and George let's go with a soft.
"Uuuuaaah."
Jane smiles, quits her tickling and twists the knob on his ball ring to a very snug fit. The ball ring is a tighter fit than the other rings. George did not realize that when he twisted all the knobs, the ball ring knob had two extra turns.
She twists the knob an extra turn and inflicts a little more tightness around his balls. George grunts again.
"Uuuuaaah."