Chapter 5
ANIMALS AND WHIPS
When the Probate Court of a New York county started to hear the testimony that resulted in the institutionalization of Lori, the judge called a recess until the principal could be taken to his chambers where he intended to review the case away from the innocent ears of courtroom spectators. The case of Lori was too shocking for public consumption, the judge felt, for at sixteen years of age the girl-subject of the court had already been four years a mistress to a man three times her age - and she had participated in the most gross kind of sexual deviations and fetishes.
Lori was a farm girl. She worked hard helping her family farm land that would never provide more than a below-average income. She was almost constantly despondent. Although pretty and popular with her classmates at school, she had little interest in an education. Her parents felt that education wasn't necessary for a farm girl. They encouraged her to miss school frequently in order to help with the chores. Lori was willing. School was as much drudgery as was the farm.
When she wasn't working, Lori spent a lot of time with the farm animals. She liked them. Their lot was as bad as hers and so she had a rapport with them.
She was eleven when she discovered that sex was something that could relieve the boredom of the farm. She was in the field where the horses grazed when she recalled that her father had mentioned that one of the mares was ready for mating. She opened the gate that separated the horses, then propped herself on the fence to watch the sexual activity that would result.
The stallion was wild. Lori, looking at the huge organ of the horse, watching as the stud mounted the mare then shivered himself within her as they both snorted, felt a rustle of thrill at her thighs. She knew that the act represented the eternal act between men and women, yet it seemed very remote from any kind of copulation she might ever know. But, at the climax of the act between the animals, Lori felt she knew something of what the male felt as he shinnied and jammed and then withdrew. She knew that release was what he had attained. Release. It represented many things to her.
About a month later, Lori, alone in the barn and sitting in the hay with her knees propped, laughed when the big collie dog came up to her and clamped his paws about her legs. And then she didn't laugh, for she felt a reaction like none she had ever before known. She felt sexually excited. She raised her skirt high above her thighs, then pushed her panties away from her body. Then she reclined in the hay, breathing hard, wondering exactly what might happen to her. The collie sniffed. Then he labored hard with his long, thin snoot as he nuzzled to her.
Lori became very excited. She closed her eyes and envisioned faraway places, rich clothes, handsome men - anything and everything that could blur the reality of herself, a poor farm girl, receiving the lapping attention of a dog.
Lori reached some peak of excitement that psychiatrists claim must have been just short of orgasm. But it was sufficient to make her gasp, then sit up and push the dog away.
For several months, quite frequently, she would go to the barn and engage with the dog in this manner, receiving his thirsty orality. It was her only diversion from the boredom of farm life.
When Lori turned thirteen, she met a farm equipment salesman who was very handsome, seemed very worldly, and was very taken with the young beauty she displayed. He talked to Lori a lot. She listened to his stories of the city, of the excitement of life that was not rural squalor. And her dreams were fed. She began to look forward to the salesman's monthly visits to the farm. By now, she knew that she was the only reason he ever made the call. Her father couldn't buy a thing.
"I'd go to New York in a minute if I could make a living," Lori said one day to the salesman.
"Maybe I can help," he told her.
As she sat wide-eyed with interest, he explained that he had a friend who sometimes helped young girls - those girls who were too young to work but who don't want to go to school either. "The girls with guts to make it on their own," he said.
She assured him that she had the guts - that she only needed the opportunity.
"It's hard" he said seriously. "It's hard and you won't be a sweet little virgin any longer."
She laughed and told him it didn't bother her at all - not a damned bit, she said, trying for sophistication.
Arrangements were made for her to meet the salesman's friend - not the friend himself, just one of his underlings, but the man would have the authority to hire her, if she qualified.
"What do I have to do to qualify?" Lori asked.
"You'll see," the salesman said.
She met the junior executive of the prostitution syndicate at a hotel fifty miles away from her home. He was handsome. Lori had worn her best dress, but even her best was cheap and simple, although revealing of her body which was already fully mature.
The man got to the point immediately. Although she was shocked at the things he said - and at the way he said them - she fought within herself not to show alarm. Anything would be better than the life she knew - she could not miss this opportunity to leave it all behind her.
"So what do you say?" the man asked.
"It sounds okay to me," Lori replied.
The man grinned as if he knew how hard the girl fought within herself to be cooperative and not embarrassed.
"Well, do you want to audition for the job?" he asked.
"Audition?"
"Yeah. You know - fuck! Right now. Right here, on the bed."
Lori hesitated, then said, "I guess so."
"I got something special in mind for you," the man said. "A special client that I think will go for you big, because you're so young. You wouldn't have to fuck just anyone, like the other girls. You'd be for just this one guy. He's very rich. You'd live with him, and he'd take care of you."
"Oh," Lori said. "Like a guardian, kind of."
The man laughed, then said, "Yeah. Like a guardian, kind of."
He walked over to a desk across the room, and picked up the telephone. He dialed a number, then spoke into the mouthpiece, "Hello, Jake? Listen, are you free to give a little girl an audition?... Yeah, right now... Jake, it is worth your time... And the youngest... I thought that would get you." He laughed.
"All right, Jake, hurry !" He hung up abruptly.
"Is that the man I might work for?" Lori asked.
"No. He's one of my crew. He helps me out with the auditions."
"I hope he'll like me," Lori said.
"Baby," the man said, "when the audition is over- when Jake and I are finished -we'll know for sure."
"Are you and Jake both going to audition me?" Lori asked.
"Yeah," the man said, staring directly at her.
"You mean you're both going to screw me?"
"Honey, that's what audition means, around here," the man said with a grin. "Anything wrong?"
"No, I guess not, Lori said. "When is he coming over?"
"As quick as he can make it, with a hard-on," the man said coarsely. "What's the matter, can't you wait?"
Within five minutes of Jake's appearance, he had stripped Lori of her clothing, blackened her eyes, then taken her in an act of sexual intercourse that was hard and almost interminable. When Jake finished with her, the original recruiter forced her to perform fellatio. Then she was beaten again. Then Jake forced her to an act of anal intercourse while at the same time she was again forced to perform an act of fellatio upon the other man.
And finally they stopped.
The pimp looked at her bruised body, at her breasts hanging downward with the nipples hiding within flesh, at her thighs which showed the black-blue marks of pinching and hitting. Then he gathered her clothes up, walked to the dresser and took up her purse from which he extracted the few dollars she had.
Holding her clothes and with her money in his pocket, he grinned and said, "Well, what about it? Do you take the job, or do you want to go home to mamma and daddy like that?"
Lori took the job. She became a very rich man's mistress and learned all about fetishes.
Her paramour was a wealthy man, so wealthy that he had every hour available to pursue his experiments in sexuality if he wished. And he did so wish. Lori was treated very well. She was given expensive clothing, was allowed almost any entertainment she wanted, and even knew the kind of paternal companionship she had never received from her father. (This, psychiatrists have proclaimed, was a strong factor in her submission to the sexual indignities imposed upon her, for it touched upon certain Electra- incestuous elements of her subconscious.)
Lori soon learned to expect anything from sex. And she received much, even found herself responding in climax to many sexual deviations and fetishes. The one that seemed to thrill her the most was that of flagellation. Her young body was scarred badly, but she never resisted an opportunity to receive the lash of the whip. She described these situations for the Probate Court investigators.
The wealthy Mr. L. entered her room and looked at her where she was propped on the bed, her body veiled lightly in an expensive negligee.
"Good evening," he said, smiling. "Don't tell me you're ready to retire so early."
"I didn't know if you were coming home or not," Lori answered. "You said you didn't know."
"That's true, child, but I couldn't resist returning to you."
"That's nice," she laughed.
Mr. L. settled himself on the edge of her bed. He reached out and lightly separated the bodice of her negligee, partially exposing both of her breasts. It was a gesture she was very familiar with, one that usually preceded a sexual encounter. She smiled.
"Tell me, what do you think of your education in sex so far?" Mr. L. asked.
"It's been interesting," she said. She thought of how she did become very excited by all the things her lover did to her. And then she thought how she always seemed left wanting, a bit dissatisfied as if more should be forthcoming from the act.
"I thought we might try something different tonight," Mr. L. said.
"What could be different than all the things we've already done?" Lori asked, laughing.
"A number of things." He paused and looked at her thick hair which was loose and about her shoulders. "As an example, if I were to grip you by the hair and drag you across the room, it would seem on first look as if it was cruel, yet, it might be very, very thrilling for both of us."
"It might hurt, too," she said.
"Yes. And the hurt might be exciting."
Mr. L. looked at her breast a moment, then bent and very tenderly kissed it, mouthing the nipple then taking it between his lips to pull upon it.
Lori, already well-informed as to the responses her lover liked in her, gripped his head and smothered him close to her breast as she arched. Then she became impatient and pulled back in order to lower the negligee all the way to her waist, offering more of herself for his lips and tongue. Then she shook her breasts madly from side to side, brushing and pulling them against the tug he brought to them.
Finally, Mr. L. pulled back, smiling and saying, "My, but you're a wild one."
"I'm only wild because you make me that way," she said learnedly.
"Suppose I make you even wilder."
"All right," she answered.
Mr. L. stood up. Lori straightened in the middle of the bed. Then the man's hand shot out and gripped her by the hair. He jerked her to a sprawling position, then dragged her from the bed, across the room and into the library which adjoined it.
Lori made no attempt to lessen the hurtful pull at her scalp. She was an obedient mistress and she knew that this was what Mr. L. wanted.
Mr. L. released her after dragging her to the wall of the library.
"Stand up now," he said. His voice had changed, was odd and mysterious sounding.
Lori stood up and placed her back to the wall. Her negligee clung by a single tie at her waist. Both her breasts were bloated and the nipples were erect and waving because of her exerted breathing. Mr. L. looked at her for a moment, then turned and went to the big desk in the corner of the room. From the top drawer, he extracted a thick, black whip.
Lori, seeing it, was tempted to shudder. But she did not. She had already experienced many sexual things with her lover. She would experience this, too, and without objections.
Mr. L. walked in front of her.
"Try not to feel the hurt," he said. "Try to think of it in terms of excitement."
"I will," she responded.
He drew the whip back and lashed it hard across both her breasts. Her body jolted. The breasts opened in a long gash just below the nipples. Blood oozed, then dribbled down her front. The whip struck again, this time at the side tie of her negligee, slicing it in half and making the gown fall to her feet. And then she was nude, her thighs pressed closely together, her breasts hurt, but uplifted, the nipples still strong and brave and standing out. And then the whip struck at her waist, slicing her flesh at the navel and making it fill with blood.
She could see that Mr. L. was becoming very excited. He was breathing hard and his penis pressed tautly against the fabric of his trousers.
Mr. L. lashed Lori several times more, at the thighs, the breasts again, across her belly, then above her breasts. Then he stopped and rested. Then he dropped the whip while he undressed.
Nude, he picked up the whip and took a step closer to Lori. She glanced at his penis then turned away, thinking that this new strength of him frightened her- more than the whip. It was unlike him, and, it indicated a high pitch of passion never before reached. It excited her a little, too. She discovered this when he shortened his hold on the whip and struck it in an undercut between her thighs.
This time, Lori cried out. But it was less for the pain than for the thrill she received. He struck her in the same manner again and she obliged the whip by separating her thighs a bit. Then his blows grew frantic, he struck again and again from the undersides of her thighs, between them, high, hard, and snappingly between them.
And as he lashed, she felt a swamp of heat captivate her body as she had never before known it. Instead of shrinking from the pain, her body grew and bloated and received each lash of the whip as if it were a giant and exceptional lover. She even tried to maintain the touch of it by clasping her thighs together with each blow that was made.
Once she was successful, and Mr. L. withdrew the harsh whip more slowly, allowing her to feel the full, teasing rasp of it as it departed her body. Lori panted hard. Her body quivered as it anticipated each new sting of the whip. And as she sighted the continued growth of Mr. L.'s penis, she knew that her thrill was also his, that they were growing and bloating together, that they were reaching and being shot higher and higher until soon they would burst. And they did.
Mr. L. doubled the whip in his hand and walked closer. He stopped in front of her, then with the end of the whip curled to the thick handle, he brought a gruesome blow between her thighs again. She nearly collapsed, but did not, would not because then there would be a pause that might interrupt the thrill she was receiving.
He struck again and again. Lori clutched her breasts, dug her fingernails into them and bent over a bit while she made a wider welcome for the zipping, crashing, twirling, hurting whip.
And then she screeched, the beginning thrill that had surpassed endurance.
"EEEEEEEEEEE," she yelped. "AHHHH - yes, Yes-harder!"
He cooperated. He lashed so hard and so fast that his arm was a melting circle, constant, unceasing, whirling and whirling and whirling.
"UGH, yes!" Lori groaned.
"Hold ME!" he suddenly exhorted. "Hold me hard while you go, darling!"
She reached both hands out and grasped his penis as he brought the final volley of the whip to her femininity.
Lori erupted in a frantic orgasm that lifted her to the skies even as she brought her lover the same thrill by squeezing and pulling and twisting him to a well-timed finish.
Lori became extremely fond of the whip. Although she submitted to, and was thrilled by, other deviations and fetishes, it was the whip that became her greatest love. And, her romance with it did not end until she was taken from Mr. L. and confined in a state institution for the mentally sick.