Chapter 9
Miss Hudson escorted Frieda back to her shed at the end of the path. "Inside," she ordered brusquely. "Doris will tell you about the rest of the rules, I'm sure." With that Frieda was pushed into the shed and the door locked behind her. She found herself facing the girl she had met briefly the night before, a short, dark-haired girl whose body was exceptionally slim and delicate...almost childlike...but who nonetheless had disproportionately large tits.
"I'm Doris," the girl said, giving Frieda a friendly smile. "We met for a bit last night."
"Yes. Too bad we didn't talk more. I could have found out exactly just how this place operates."
"Oh, then you're not from the ranch in L.A.?"
"The ranch?" Frieda asked.
"Well, that's the name Miss Hudson always calls the old place in Los Angeles. Even though it's been closed for some time, girls occasionally come in here who worked there before. They tell us that it was nicer than this place."
Frieda was amazed by the babbling manner of Doris' conversation, as though she were talking about the latest movie in town or dress style from New York.
"How did they get to work there?" Frieda questioned, feeling that Doris might be a good source of information.
She gave her a curious glance, then shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Lots of ways. Some of them were pros to begin with, got hooked on drugs, got strung out, landed at the ranch. Mr. Berger and Miss Hudson kept them going, but I guess it cost them their freedom."
"Did you ever hear what happened to that place and how this one got started?"
"No, not really. Oh, there was some talk going around for a while about a raid, some killings and all that, but I don't know what to believe. They're really not too bad to you here if you do what they tell you."
Frieda knew that Max considered her too big a risk to keep her going. He'd get whatever mileage he could out of her cunt, then send her off to the spirit world.
"How did you get here?" Frieda asked her.
"I was a runaway. From home. I'm nineteen. I lived in San Francisco for a couple of years, then bummed around Monterey for a while until I wound up in Los Angeles. It seems Mr. Berger and Miss Hudson go on what they call "buying trips" occasionally...when they want new girls. You saw some of those goons out there with the riding crops...the guards? They go along too, everybody looking out for girls like me living alone, runaways, whatever, just as long as they don't have too many connections in the city. Then ZAP! The girl disappears and winds up here. They know the bars and coffee houses to go to."
Frieda realized Max's game now. He was using her mother as a front to give him the image of respectability while he ran this place staffed with girls no one would miss.
"He's crazy!" Frieda exclaimed, clutching her r.ead in horror.
"Crazy like a fox," Doris countered. "We're white slaves, honey. You'd better get used to the idea. None of us have any past, and there doesn't look like much of a future either."
"Has he. . . killed anyone yet?" It was a question Frieda found hard to ask.
"There've been stories," Doris said softly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. She motioned Frieda away from the door.
"They listen around here all the time. You can never tell when one of the guards or Miss Hudson is outside." Frieda looked around and shuddered, then leaned forward, ignoring the fact that Doris had begun to stroke her cuntlips while whispering to her. "The girls here don't last too long. I've been given special light duty because I'm young and a lot of the customers like me. Mr. Berger and Miss Hudson know a good thing when they see it and would hate to use me up too fast. But anyway, with some of the others, they'll disappear suddenly after maybe three weeks. Nobody says much about it, but we're all pretty sure about what happens. One of the girls said that one night her roommate...or I guess shedmate would be better-was taken from her mat in the middle of the night. Let's see, that was a couple of months ago, right after this place opened. The guards didn't close the door, so she followed them to the edge of the compound and saw them strangle the girl, then bury her by the fence."
Frieda shuddered visibly at the story, and partly at Doris' insistent prodding of her own cunt. "Hasn't anyone made a run for it?"
"I wouldn't try it. Those dogs they keep around here look pretty damn mean."
Frieda watched Doris lie down on her mat. She stretched out, sighed happily, and motioned for Frieda to climb aboard and lie down next to her. "Come on over, and we'll talk some more. You'd better relax, anyway. It's still early, and you'd better bet that Miss Hudson's got some plans for you still."
In about an hour Miss Hudson opened the door. I hope she wasn't watching or listening, Frieda thought, flushing red when she thought of how she had let Doris play with her ass and cunt...nothing serious, but it seemed to be the only way she could get any more information about Max, Miss Hudson, and this whole terrible place.
"You," she said, indicating Frieda, "come with me." Doris shrugged her shoulders and waved goodbye. Miss Hudson led Frieda back up the path to the house. This time, however, she climbed the grand stairway to the second floor to what she guessed was one of the bedrooMs. Miss Hudson opened the door and Frieda poked her head in. Inside the dimly lit room she could see a canopied bed. The drapes had been partially drawn to filter out most of the sunlight.
"You'll find all you need on that bed," Miss Hudson said, indicating a short, frilly frock and some red hair ribbons.
"What are they for?"
"This entire institution is dedicated to fantasy, my dear," she began in an exaggeratedly sweet voice. "Our customers come here to escape the world for a few minutes or a few hours, and we give them what they want. In this case, you're going to be a little girl at home whose mother's gone for a few hours. You're a good little girl, but a tittle horny for your age. Someone comes to the door, and, well I'm sure you can guess the rest."
Frieda's mouth hung open. She knew that there were people like that around...plenty of them, but now she was being told to play up to one.
"Oh, don't worry. I don't think he'd go near a nursery school with a bag of Hershey bars, let alone grab one of the kids and go home with her. He just likes to pretend, so pretend with him. I'll be around, so make it good. If he complains, I'll have to make sure you never give bad service to our customers again."
Frieda guessed the hidden meaning behind Miss Hudson's words, and tried not to show her fear as she approached the bed to get into the frock.
"Oh, by the way, since this man is one of our most important customers, we like to do everything right for him. So, I'm afraid you'll just have to come with me into the bathroom next door to have your cunt shaved."
"What!"
"A little girl of ten years old doesn't have pubic hair. You must know that."
"Well, of course, but, but..." Frieda sputtered.
"Well nothing. You follow me. We haven't got much time."
In a few minutes Frieda was back in the bedroom, feeling the heavily starched, cotton little-girl's dress. She glanced down at her crotch, and felt odd to have her cuntlips so exposed. It made her feel so unprotected and more than a little whorish. Oh well, what could she do but play the game until...until what?
With some trouble she wriggled into the Shirley Temple outfit and tied her hair into two braids that flopped over her ears on either side of her head. She looked at herself in the mirror. Christ, I feel like a stand-in for Bette Davis in Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? she thought.
She heard Miss Hudson's voice approaching the door, and could tell that there was someone with her...a man, probably the customer. She could tell Miss Hudson was giving him last-minute instructions.
"She's all ready, so all you have to do is knock on the door. Enjoy, Senator."
Senator! My God, Frieda thought. Frieda got up from the bed and went to the door.
"Yessss?" she said in a high, squeaky voice. If she played the part, maybe Miss Hudson would give her a little more free time like Doris, and she could find a way out of there. "Little girl, is your mommy in?" Frieda had the door opened a crack and could see the customer...short, fat and balding with a gray mustache, and perspiring heavily. A typical dirty old man, Frieda said to herself. "Noooo."
"Could I come in and wait for her?" God! His voice was so sweet that she wanted to suck a lemon.
"My mommy said that I shouldn't open the door to strangers, so go away!" She slammed the door hard and leaned against it, giggling audibly. She heard the man call for Miss Hudson disgustedly. Well, she didn't care, at least all that much. After all, they told her to be realistic, and what little ten-year-old in her right mind would open the door and let in an old creep like that one? "It's all right, Senator. I'm sure she's just playing her game to the hilt. Just knock again and she'll let you in." The last part of that was for Frieda's benefit.
"Little girl, little girl, please let me in. I'll make it worth your while. I've got something for you if you let me in," he pleaded.
Frieda winced at his lack of originality and opened the door fully. She saw his face and wanted to slam the door; but there was Miss Hudson standing in a corner, looking severely at her.
"Come in, mister. What've you got for little me?" Frieda chirped, skipping lightly to the bed.
The senator closed the door slowly, leering at her. Obviously he was pleased. Well, he should be. What ten-year-old girl's got forty-inch tits? She felt like a cross between Polyanna and Lolita as the senator walked up to her.
"Can you guess what it is?" he crooned, lowering his right hand to his fly, massaging the material between his right thumb and index finger.
"Noooo," she said softly, smacking her lips as she stared at the growing bulge between his legs. "Why don't you sit down next to me, mister, and we can wait for Mommy together?" she squeaked. The senator obviously enjoyed the suggestion, smacking his lips in excited expectation as he plopped beside her. She just wished he didn't wheeze so loudly. Frieda hoped that he wouldn't have a cardiac arrest before he got through. Miss Hudson would never forgive her for that.
Good lord, isn't he going to do anything? Why is he just. . . uh-oh, there goes that hand up my leg. Better put up a little resistance, then give in.
"Don't do that," Frieda said gently, tapping him lightly in protest on his left hand. "Mommy says that that's not nice."
The senator chuckled, then reached in his pocket for something.
Oh God, if he pulls that you-want-a-candy-bar routine I won't be able to keep a straight face. Instead, Frieda recognized what the senator had in his hand, a twelve-inch, white, two-inch diameter dildo complete with batteries. Well, this may be a little better than I thought if he fucks me with that instead of his cock.
"See this? It makes you feel good. Your mommy'd like you to feel good, wouldn't she?"
Frieda nodded her head up and down quickly, feeling that hand return to her leg. This time, she decided not to slap it away. It crawled slowly up toward her thigh as his breathing increased.
"Ohhh, that feels good, mister," Frieda said, spreading her thighs and hooking up the short skirt so that he could see her shaven cuntlips. She watched his eyes open, and realized that Miss Hudson knew just what her customers wanted. Without warning, he jumped off the bed and fell to his knees, clamping both his hands on the tops of her thighs and bending forward, kissing her bald cunt.
"Ohhh, mister, that feels great!" Frieda heard a faint buzzing sound, and knew that the scene was starting. She lay back on the bed, exposing her cunt completely to the senator's puckered lips.
"Ohhh, that feels good. Oh, yeah, mister! Please, stick your tongue into my little cunt! No, not there! Farther down. In the hole. Ohhh, yessss, that's it!" Frieda was shivering happily, and was surprised to find that she wasn't acting. The senator was old, but he had a damned good and experienced mouth.
"Ohhh, you're so much fun. Okay, that's plenty down there. Go to my little man in the boat. Lick me . . .yes. Yes, ooooh, God!" Frieda cried out joyfully. "Don't slow down, do it faster, ohhh, suck me hard, mister! Put your fingers in my little cunt and, oh wow, that's the way, I like it when you put your fingers in me, spread them a little, shove my nice little lips apart! Oooooh!"
Frieda closed her eyes as she felt the senator's tongue slip from her pussy and slide down to her ass. She felt the plastic cockhead disappear into her hot, juicy cunt. It was just like being fucked, only better. This entire act, the little girl's dress, brought back the memories of Norm Dickerson.
Norm Dickerson, the first boy who ever steamrollered into her cunt. Brian and she had fooled around a little, but by the time she was ready for action, he was off at boarding school and she was left high and dry. Norm lived next door at the time. He was fourteen, one year older than she was. She, Brian and Norm had played together since she could remember; but in that last year, he had begun to play a little funny. Whenever they were climbing trees, Norm was always under her and would always reach up to "help" her by shoving his hand into her ass, cupping her smooth, tender young asscheeks and massaging them in his palm. She should have said something that day, but Frieda had begun to feel some strong feelings in her cunt. When she got home, she noticed that her panties smelled funny after what Norm had done to her. It wasn't too long before she connected Norm's groping to her juicing and twitching cunt.
Then came that fateful day, the day her mother thought she should know about sex. She'd heard some things in school, and this rounded out her ideas. Frieda was thirteen, and now she wanted to practice what she'd learned.
One evening after dinner she ran outside to look for a meteorite shower the papers said would take place just after sunset. It was a hot, muggy June night, and she was really looking for Norm. She had to run into the middle of the field behind her house before she saw him. He was lying down in the grass, looking up at the darkening sky. Norm didn't hear her walk up until she was almost on top of him.
"Hi," she said, getting down on her knees next to his head.
"Hi. What're you doing here?"
"Just walkin' around." There must have been something in her tone of voice that triggered Norm. He started unzipping his pants.
"Hey, watch it!" Frieda warned, looking at the zipper slide all the way down his fly. She wanted to run away, and at the same time she wanted to stick her hand in and see if Norm's cock was as big as her brother's.
"Want to feel something good?" he asked.
"Maybe."
Norm didn't wait, but grabbed her hand and shoved it in. It felt thicker than Brian's but not as long. She shifted her position a little and felt that her panties were wet again.
"Let's get out of these," Norm suggested, pulling her hand out and pulling off his shirt.
Frieda protested at first, but then bit her lip and smiled. It might be fune. Besides, she'd have to learn some time, and why not with Norm?
"Just don't hurt me," she said.
"Don't worry," he said, standing in front of her naked.
She wondered if that thick cock would fit in her cunt. Brian had stuck a few fingers up there and played with her clit, but he hadn't done anything else.
"Come here," Norm said huskily.
She liked that tone of voice, something she'd never heard before. Frieda kissed him on the shoulder, tasting the salty flavor of sweat. She lowered herself and tried to nuzzle his chest with its light coating of adolescent hair. He's ticklish, she giggled to herself as she reached down and tugged on his balls. Norm groaned. Frieda sighed. She rolled her palms over his low-hanging jewels in their sac, kissing and being kissed now by Norm.
Aaaaah. He was touching her clit. She clenched her thighs together, then spread them apart. She liked it when he did that. He began to stroke her gently at first, then with greater intensity, and then he'd pretend that it was a harp string and strum it from side to side, finishing up by grabbing the knob between two fingers and pinching it delicately until Frieda threw back her head and cried out that she couldn't stand it any more.
"Ssshh!" he warned, putting his fingers to his lips.
Frieda was trying to get control of herself as she stood there, her legs apart, his fingers playing with her clit, her cuntlips, her pubic hair that was just starting to grow around her slit. He was touching her asshole, grazing the inner surfaces of her asscheeks and moving back to play with her cuntlips again before going back to her swollen,, aching clit.
Oh, Oh! OH! Her cunt muscles were twitching; she couldn't stop them. They were constricting in powerful spasms that grew stronger, stronger, as the climax within her began to explode. There she was, heaving, whimpering, rocking from side to side, almost falling to her knees as she seized his left hand for support.
"I'm cumming," she whispered hoarsely, and wondered if he could feel it when her cunt was contracting.
They were on the ground now and she was kissing him as the twitching subsided. She grabbed his face in both hands and forced her mouth against his, thrusting her tongue to push his lips apart and stab it deep into his mouth.
"I want to kiss your pussy," Norm said, sliding down her body until his mouth was level with her cunt. This had frightened her, feeling his tongue disappearing between the lips and into her cunt. Then she felt it move higher, its sharp tip darting against the swollen, pealike organ. Frieda uttered a cry of delight, and that made Norm attack her clit with pursed lips and make Frieda whimper from the suction. Then Frieda felt a spasm break in her crotch, and then another, and suddenly her cunt broke loose again with a long, twitching series of contractions so powerful that she threw her hips off the grass. Her ass jerked violently, and she felt a fresh torrent of juice trickle down her thighs as Norm slurped happily.
Norm crawled back up to her face. "Please, let me fuck you."
Frieda grimaced at that word. Besides, she was afraid. Babies came that way. She wasn't particularly worried about the pain. She'd lost her cherry long ago when, after a day of horseback riding, she fell right in front of the stables. They didn't know if it had been the hard riding or the fall that had opened her up. But she remembered her mother saying that at least she wouldn't have any trouble on her wedding night. It wasn't for several years until she knew what her mother meant.
"I'll be careful," Norm said.
She felt as if she were floating in a dreamworld, and everything were possible. In seconds Norm was on top of her, and she could feel his thick cock poking at her cuntlips. His prick touched her crotch, and Frieda reached down to guide it into position. The cockhead was hot and stiff, excited to the point that she was afraid he might shoot before he got it in her. Frieda happily guided the knob between her cuntlips. "Fuck me," she said in a whisper. She whimpered joyfully as she felt the prick slowly dilating the tight, quivering membranes of her cunt.
This was it, she thought as bolts of pain shot from her cunt and racked her body. Norm was having trouble getting it in. She was tight, a virgin, so to speak. But Frieda's juices came to the rescue, lubricating her membranes so well that after he pushed the cockhead past her outer lips, the rest was easy going.
Frieda felt wonderfully stretched, delightfully cuffed by his thrusting, twisting, trembling cock. The prick felt like a pole inside her, what with all its tension, heat and muscle.
"Oh, fuck me," Frieda groaned.
The words themselves excited her as well as him. She shivered as she heard the squishing sound of his cock as it slid and pumped faster and faster in her violated cunt. Norm groaned again and reached down to grab her clit between two fingers. When he stroked it, she shuddered. When he tugged on it, she nearly screamed. She began to beg him to fuck her harder and stick it in deeper, and to suck her tits and to touch her some more.
Frieda felt herself rocketing to the summit. She threw her arms out, grabbing clutches of field grass for support, to keep herself on the ground, for she felt she'd blast off if she didn't. Frieda felt his body stiffen while he licked her nipples and began to fire his cum into the hot, steamy recesses of her cunt.
They stayed locked together until it was completely dark. The next thing she remembered was the meteorite shower, like a million automobile headlights streaming through the sky, and she clenched her cunt muscles, squeezing Norm's flaccid cock, and she felt so warm and loved and tender.
Gradually Frieda became aware of her present circumstances. She felt the plastic cock sliding in and out of her snatch. She could smell her cunt juice, and realized that she was excited. Her memories of Norm Dickerson had done that, she realized; thinking of Norm had made her excited. She clamped her cunt muscles around the senator's dildo and groaned.
"Little girl like that?" he said playfully, pulling out the plastic cock.
Frieda looked up and saw that his face was contorted with passion. His cock was jutting out of his open fly, and he was jerking it back and forth with his right hand. He stared at her for several minutes, then reached under his suit jacket and unfastened his belt. In an instant he dropped his pants and crawled onto the bed between her legs.
"I'm gonna fuck you, little girl. I'm gonna jam my dirty old cock into your sweet little pussy!"
The game had changed a little. Now, she was supposed to pretend to be afraid and try to fight back...but still play helpless.
"No, no, noooo!" she cried as he flashed a twisted smile.
The senator grabbed her pounding fists and held them behind her head while he mounted her.
Got to play the little girl to the hilt, she thought as she clenched her cunt muscles together to make entry difficult.
The senator saw this and smiled. "Little girl's twat too tight? That's too bad, but the big old man's gonna fuck you anyway."
And this is a senator? Oh well, different strokes... He's in now, got to scream and complain. Frieda twisted and bucked, screaming and whimpering while the senator wheezed and pumped even harder.
Finally, the senator inhaled sharply, gritted his teeth, and shot his load into her. Frieda grimaced, a look that excited the senator even more. But her expression was a true one this time. The whole scene was as ridiculous as it was disgusting. This old man fucking a young woman in an overgrown little girl's frock. She knew it would be in character if she covered her face, rolled onto her stomach, and whimpered quietly into the bedspread while the senator pulled up his pants and walked out, satisfied.