Chapter 2
The name Pearl Harbor still sends a chill down the spines of most Americans. People can still visualize the newsreels of the burning ships which became the tombs for thousands of navy men.
Few people, however, realize that Pearl Harbor is still a thriving naval base, almost thirty years after that cowardly attack.
It was at this base that one of the saddest episodes which I uncovered during my research took place. The marriage of one of the most respected and well--liked couples on the base was splintered forever by certain disclosures.
Lieutenant Commander N. was a diligent naval officer with an impeccable record. His wife of fifteen years, Charlene, was know throughout the base as the ideal wife for a career officer. But though she was known as the "ideal wife" she was about to make a step that would destroy her reputation and her marriage forever.
Charlene was an extremely intelligent woman, well-read and looking far younger than her thirty-seven years. She gave the impression of being always in control of herself at all times though the patient observer could see ripples of disquiet beneath the surface.
Life on the naval base was a series of parties and gatherings, each one more polite and boring than the next.
She became less and less anxious to attend these but continued going because she knew her absenses would hurt her husband's career.
Charlene provided me with her own description of her mental state just prior to her catastrophic leap into an illicit arrangement:
"Few people will understand. Though we are the wives of fighting men, our days and nights are spent in sterile attempts to be sophisticated. Everything must be done in an understated manner and great efforts must be made to appear sophisticated, even if one is psychologically opposed to that quality. As for me, as I grew older, I became more and more interested in authentic passions. I wanted to discover the animal in me. I wanted to know what I was as a woman, not as a puppet that knows all the social graces."
The reader can see in these words the beginnings of her lapse from grace. The seeds of an all-consuming passion had already been planted in her psyche and it was just a matter of time before the right situation came up. And the situation came up quite shortly.
"I was walking to the shopping center which was only a short distance off base when I saw a crowd gathering. Being curious, I joined the group. In the center of a ring of people, two boys were fighting. One of them I recognized. His name was Tops (I do not know what his real name was) and he was about 16 years old. Like many of the Hawaiian people, he was mixed racially. His mother was part Polynesian and his father was Chinese. He often made extra money by doing chores on the base. Though young, he was extremely brutish in appearance, with a powerful chest and a bull-like neck.
"It was obvious that Tops was winning the fight for he was sitting on top of the other boy and pummeling him. To my amazement I realized that I was enjoying the fight. I had no intention of stopping it and I even hoped that the onlookers would let the boys continue.
"But my shock was even greater when I realized that the boy's brutish young body was exerting a terrible but exciting pull on me. My eyes could not be taken away from his chest and powerful thighs. A moment later the fight was over and I walked away, shaking with a strange anticipation."
For the next few days, Charlene could not get the body of Tops out of her mind. She was intelligent enough to realize that she had become sexually fixated on the lad but she did not know how to proceed. Should she allow this passion to run its proper course? Should she fight against it and overcome it? All these questions raced through her mind, making her nervous and irritable.
One afternoon she made her decision. She had to become a woman. To her that now meant she must be taken brutally in a sexual manner. Someone must explode her false manners and bring her violently back to the earth. There was only that powerful child, Tops, who could perform this service for her. Only he had the necessary innocence and brutality.
Late that same afternoon she took the car out of the garage and began to cruise about, looking for him.
It was a beautiful afternoon, warm and sunny.
Slowly, she drove about the base, her eyes open for the boy, her heart beating quickly with anticipation. Finally, unable to spot him, she drove off the base.
The road she took went along the water and she could see the reflection of the palm trees on the beach. Then she saw a boy running on the beach. The figure was too far away for her to be sure that it was Tops. Stopping the car, she left it and began to walk toward the figure on the sand.
He had stopped running. About a hundred yards away, Charlene could see that it was Tops. The palms of her hands were wet with sweat. She called to him and waved. The boy stopped and looked at her in bewilderment. As she walked to him, she let her eyes rove lovingly over that brutish body, a golden tan, and the powerful legs and thighs of the boy.
Now she was only a foot away and she greeted him in a friendly manner.
Tops was unaccustomed to be greeted in such a manner by an officer's wife so he mumbled something and averted his eyes. He was plainly ill at ease. She spoke to him:
"I'd like you to do me a favor. I want to go for a swim, out to the breakers, but I'm afraid to go alone. I know you're a wonderful swimmer so will you please come with me-to save me if I start going under."
It was just the right tone to use with the boy because it flattered him and made him appear manly. Tops agreed and they began to swim. Charlene, of course, was an excellent swimmer, and they soon reached the breakers.
She climbed on the rocks and into a sort of natural cave. Tops followed and they both lay there, resting.
Charlene could no longer wait. The boy was so close to her that she could smell his skin. She had to have him. She had to use him. Moving close, she swung her hand and slapped the boy savagely on his face. He yelled and moved away. She hit him again and again and the boy finally lost his fear of her, striking back.
This was what she wanted. As his blows struck her, forcing her flesh into the rock, she was almost frantic with joy. The boy's face was twisted into a violent mask and his fists drew blood from her face.
Then she removed her bathing suit, standing naked before the boy. He stopped and looked at her through crazed eyes. Her beautiful flesh blended in with the sea and the rock. She rushed quickly to him and before he could protest, slipped his bathing suit off and buried her face between his legs, tasting the salt that the sea had left on his organ. He pushed her violently away. She came back and sunk her teeth into his breast. The boy screamed and struck her again and again. Charlene describes what happened next:
"My head was spinning. The power of his body and the closeness of his flesh made every part of me quiver.
"No matter how many times he struck me I returned to his body to sink my teeth into it. I wanted to eat him piece by piece. I wanted to be destroyed by him, blow by blow. His organ began to stiffen. When I saw that I wept with joy, though my tears were splattered with blood. And it was my own blood.
"The next time his fury came to me in the form of a clenched fist, I did not fall back. Instead, I joyfully absorbed the blow on my flesh and grabbed his maleness. The child screamed, unable to understand me, whom he must have thought was insane. But I would not let his organ go. I wanted it.
"Summoning all my strength I pulled the lad to me and rammed his penis into me. My vagina was like a suction cup, finally being used after years of futility. It sunk deep inside me and I closed my eyes from the force. It was so good. It was so beautiful and the more the boy struggled and fought, the deeper it penetrated. We fell together against the rocks, the sharp edges cutting both our bodies and mingling our blood.
"The boy was an animal! A powerful, brutish animal and he grunted and made funny noises. But I will never forget the movement of his flesh within me. We rolled about the rocks. Our mouths were joined and our tongues touched, darting from teeth to cheek.
"Finally, he had an explosive climax and he threw me back with a stream of liquid which seemed to cleanse my soul. We lay together gasping on the rocks, listening to the pounding surf.
"I knew it was getting late but I could not leave. The sun was setting and the water took on strange and wondrous colors. Gold and black flashed on the surface and beneath the water, demons moved as they moved in my imagination.
"The young boy seemed to be sleeping. His arms were stretched out and his eyes closed. His powerful chest was gently expanding and retracting in the clear sea breezes. It was becoming cold. I moved close to him. My lips brushed against his flesh. He opened his eyes and I saw a frightened boy. This had been his first experience with a woman and he would never forget it. My fingers began to play over his body, feeling the pulse of his ancestors through the dark flesh and powerful muscle.
"Picking up some seaweed, I began to drape his body with it, until he looked like some oriental child-god who had just been visited by an admirer. And he was a god to me; a god of woman's most precious ability, to be overcome swiftly and with great strength.
"Again the madness struck me. Every pore in my body screamed for his flesh. Every vein and artery in my flesh pulsed with desire. I could no longer recognize myself as the navy wife who was so respectable. I felt like some animal, moving swiftly through dark jungles, my flower inflamed with heat, waiting to be pounced upon.
"I sat on his chest. I struck his face until the blood flowed from his lips, but the boy only smiled. Keeping it up, I realized that I had crossed the line between normal sexuality and perversion and I was rapidly entering the world of the forbidden. But I no longer cared. All I wanted was to be satisfied.
"His mouth was brushing against my opening. I wanted him to bite me there. I struck him until the young brute bared his fangs like a rabid dog and then I shoved my passion against his teeth. He bit. I screamed with pain and desire. I cursed him and begged him for more. We fought, we bled, his mouth sucked the most precious juices from i my body and finally, we rolled off the rocks into the ocean.
"I swam toward shore. Enraged, he followed me and climbed up on me like a male porpoise. His flesh split my buttocks driving me under the water. I fought to stay afloat and we joined like a floating dream, the surf rushing around his organ as it sent its message deep into my flesh.
"Exhausted, we crawled up on shore. In the car we dried ourselves and wiped the caked blood from our bodies. I left him there on the side of the road, a dazed look in his eyes and his battered body shaking with weariness and the burden of his actions.
"At home, I slept for twenty hours straight, recovering from my ordeal. But, as exhausted as I was, my mind was filled with the dreams of perverted lust."
This relationship continued for seven months. As time passed, the woman and the young boy sank into total perversion. Every sado-masochistic sexual fantasy that they could think of was acted out. They were in a snakepit of desire, unable to extricate themselves.
But, in spite of their elaborate precautions to avoid discovery, one day a base official saw them on the rocks. Within twenty-four hours, the whole base knew. When her husband confronted Charlene with the facts, she not only readily admitted them but she defended her actions. Her face was hard and her words bitter as she described the love she had for the boy. A few months later this ideal "career wife" and her husband were divorced. Charlene left Pearl Harbor, without the boy, to attempt to build a new life outside of the Navy.
As she left, she was confused and nervous, but she knew one thing: never again would she subordinate her sexual desires in order to obtain a lady-like reputation. She had tasted the exotic fruits of the body and she would never relinquish them.