Chapter 5

Count on Uncle Charlie, Baby!

"I almost made it to Hollywood with Jimmy. Even if I didn't, I still had a ball for those few days. I'm just sorry that he had to get arrested, and that he lost his job and all. He was only trying to be nice to me. I was the one that made him take me in his semi. I don't mean I forced him, but I sure let him know that if he would let me ride with him he wouldn't be sorry.

"He was an independent hauler, so he didn't have any company to worry about. He didn't think he would lose his license, of course, and when that happened he couldn't make the payments on the truck, and he couldn't get a job with any trucking companies after the police spread the case all over the newspapers.

"We slept together in the little 'room' up over the driver's seat. Jim would pull off the road after he'd driven about ten hours, and, after we'd eaten something in a diner or restaurant, we'd just find a good quiet spot and crawl into our 'bed.'

"Sure, we had sex. That was what I used to pay my way. He was a nice guy, and I'm sorry it happened the way it did, that he got hurt.

"I'd sure have been better off if I had made it with him to the West Coast-or anywhere, for that matter. But at that time I couldn't know about Uncle Charlie. I had no choice. It was either go to him, or my mother was going to put me in a home for delinquents. I guess I couldn't blame her. I've been a problem for her since I was thirteen or so.

"That's when it all started for me. I had been in all sorts of school plays, skits, pageants, and when the local little theater group did The Bad Seed, and I got the leading part. I looked like I was about eleven, and they put a tight wrapping over my breasts to make me look younger. I didn't know was going to affect me like it did-the applause, the feeling of being important out there in the lights-the fun of being somebody else....

I was hooked good. I knew then that I'd never be happy again in my life if I didn't make it as an actress. Oh sure, I dreamed about becoming a big star, but if I couldn't then I'd settle for just being a good character actress-anything, just so I could be part of it all!

"I was just fourteen when I ran away the first time. I made the mistake of telling one of my girl friends where I was going. She told my mother, and the police stopped me before I was fifty miles from home. I took a bus that time. I used money that Arlie Jones had lent me. I call it 'lending,' even though I figured it was a gift. I had dated Arlie quite a few times-nobody knew about it, of course-and finally I'd let! him screw me.

"Arlie was older, maybe thirty-five. I'd known him since I was a little girl. He was different than most of the men and boys I knew. He liked movies, and reading good books, things like that. Arlie was the director in a lot of the little theater productions, and he acted in a few. He understood me. Maybe that's why I let him get my cherry, even though I knew he was married.

"So they brought me back home and I put on an act for a while. I never told them where I got the money to take a bus, but Arlie got sort of scared, and I didn't go on any more dates with him.

"I had to report to a juvenile officer in town once every week, for a while. Then they cut it to once a month, when they thought I had learned my lesson about running away and about having sex with older men.

"I even had a few dates with some younger boys, sixteen or seventeen, but it was a front. They were all a bunch of jerks, babies. Their idea of a big evening was to go to a drive-in movie and neck like hell. It turned them on, but not me, and when they got their steam up they always got cold feet and backed off. I even made one kid take my panties off and go down on me, but he was so damned scared that he'd make a fool of himself at fucking that he almost shit his pants in his hurry to get me home. He never did ask for another date.

"I didn't know it at the time but I had quite a reputation at school. They thought I was wild. Most of the parents forbade their snot-nosed sons to have anything to do with that 'hussy.' That sounds like a corny word, but in my neighborhood that's what they called a sexy woman or girl.

"But anyhow I should tell you about Gene. It was on account of him that I finally got to go to New York and stay with my uncle Charlie. Gene was around twenty-eight. He'd been married and divorced twice, and he came back to our town and managed a bar. He tended bar days, and, once in a while, nights. It was Gene that really turned me on more than any man in the world. He was handsome, with wavy blond hair, big blue eyes, and a muscular build. He had half the women in town making passes at him. For some reason-I guess because he didn't want anything to do with anyone who wanted marriage-he went for me. Not me alone, but mostly me. He had a small apartment in the same building the cocktail lounge was in and I spent a lot of time there. I forgot to tell you that I had known Gene since I was a baby. Of course, he was a lot older than I was, but I knew who he was when he was running all over town with a different girl every night.

"I was walking home from school one afternoon when he pulled up in his convertible and sat there, smiling, waiting until I was opposite his car.

"'You're Penny, aren't you?'

"I pretended I didn't know him, but I knew who he was, and a tingle went up my spine, being so close, seeing him smile and eye me up and down.

"'Ride?' Gene asked. I only had three more blocks to go, but I wasn't passing up a chance like this. He leaned over and opened the door for me. When I climbed in I could almost feel his eyes boring into me. I had on a miniskirt, and he could see part of my panties. I didn't make any effort to pull my skirt down, either.

"He looked over with that big smile and said, 'Whereto, Penny?'

"I just shrugged. He took off, and before we had gone a block he had reached over and was feeling my thigh. I liked it, but I didn't want him to think I was too easy, so I said, 'You're a fast man, Gene.'

"He seemed sort of surprised that I knew his name, but he didn't take his hand away. 'Life is in a hurry, baby,' he laughed. 'Man that moves fast gets the most.'

"He seemed so happy and boyish that I had to laugh along with him. We both knew that there was a spark between us, and that it would set off a whole bunch of fireworks, if we let it. And I wanted it. I had grown so damned bored with the jerks that had been trying to date me-I wanted a man, and Gene was more man than anyone I had ever seen.

"He pulled up behind the cocktail lounge where he worked and we just walked up to his apartment. We didn't have to ask each other. We both knew that we wanted sex, and like he said, 'Life is in a hurry.' While we were undressing, I asked him, "How did you know I'd come up here with you?' Gene laughed and said, 'News gets around, Penny. About everybody. I guess you know a lot about me, too. Besides, I asked a few people who you were-what you were like-all that. I've had my eye on you for a couple of weeks. You've got the older chicks in this burg beat a mile-' He whistled, and his eyes shone as I dropped my panties and bra and stood there naked. He was in his shorts, and I could see that he already had a hard-on, and it was a big one.

"I walked over to the couch and laid down, and he dropped his shorts and walked over to me. His cock was standing stiff and straight, and I could hardly wait to feel it inside me. But Gene liked to play around first, even though neither of us needed to be excited-we were already hot. But he spread my legs and crawled up between them so that he could kiss my pussy. He knew what he was doing, I'll tell you. He spread the lips with his fingers, then put his tongue in and tickled my clitoris until I began to roll and buck my ass up and down. He used one hand to massage one of my titties-soft, at first, then harder and harder until he was raking the nipple with his fingernails! He was driving me wild, and finally, I pushed his face away from my cunt and demanded: 'Fuck me, Gene-fuck me now-hard and fast-hard and fast!'

"He looked at me and shook his head. 'And to think I messed around with those other broads all this time!' he said. He crawled up between my legs, getting up on his knees a little, until he fitted his cock inside my pussy. Then he let the weight of most of his body rest on me, and he began to pump away. He kept biting my lip and ear and shoving his tongue into my mouth, then into my ear. It always got me hot as hell when a man did that-either way, and I locked my legs up around his hips and met every lunge of his with one of my own.

"When I felt him shoot his hot juice into me, I came. He was moaning with pleasure, and he kept sticking his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked it and flicked my tongue against his. He just kept right on, and I had a whole flock of orgasms, one right after the other, before he came the second time.

"I've only told you about Gene because it was him getting me pregnant that led to my being sent to my uncle. When the chips were really down, my mother couldn't see me sent to a home for wayward girls, so she called my uncle Charlie in New York and asked him if I could come there to get an abortion. Nobody in our small town in West Virginia knew any abortionists. In fact, if there had been one within a hundred miles, he'd have been lynched.

"Uncle Charlie was the 'roughneck' of my mother's family. He'd been a boxer, a professional strikebreaker, a sandhog, anything that was dangerous and rough, Charlie tackled. When he got hurt in a tunnel accident, he took his settlement money and bought a bar in New York. To my mother, Charlie was a hero. He could do anything, or have it done. He was always the one that came up with the money, or who doubled up his fists and beat the hell out of anyone who threatened him or any of his family.

"Of course, I had no real remembrance of him, because he was always away somewhere working. He left home when he was sixteen. He said that he wouldn't 'die coughing his lungs out like my old man had, in the coal mines.' I guess he was pretty good as a prizefighter, but he was awfully young and they 'pushed' him too fast. They put him in against the top fighters in the light heavyweight division, and he got his brains beat in.

"When I got pregnant, my big hero, Gene, acted like he'd never heard of me. Of course I didn't tell my mother who the father was, and she didn't tell the probation officer, either. She was always a weak sister type, who gave up easily. If there was anyone around to do the dirty work, she'd let them. So this time, it was Uncle Charlie.

"She called him and told him that I was in trouble, and he seemed to think it was no more difficult than getting rid of a cold. He told my mother to send me along, and let him take care of everything. My mother was crying afterwards, and she whined, 'That's the way Charlie always was. I can hear him saying, a hundred times, "Count on Charlie, Sis." '

"Trouble was, nobody really knew Charlie anymore. He had only come back a couple of times for a visit, and then he was restless and bad-tempered. But whenever my grandparents or my mother and her older sister needed any money, or any kind of help, 'good old Charlie' was always right there with it.

"I didn't really know what to expect when I went to New York. I guess every family has those heroes that nobody really knows, but everybody tells big stories about. I didn't really care, anyhow. I just wanted to get rid of the baby and then I knew I was going to either talk Uncle Charlie into letting me get a job and try for acting parts, or if he wouldn't go for that, I was just going to disappear and go it on my own.

"Charlie met me at the bus depot, and he wasn't at all like I pictured him. He was short and stocky, with a little bit of fat on his stomach. His face was pretty battered. He wasn't really ugly, but he sure wasn't a good-looking man. But there was something about him that made people look and listen. He seemed to be always in command. I guess that's called being dynamic-whatever, Charlie had it.

"He knew me by pictures my mother had sent, and he walked up, real breezy, arms outstretched, and he hugged me hard and kissed me on the mouth. His first words were, 'Don't worry about a thing, now, Penny. Just count on Uncle Charlie, baby!'

"I was surprised that he had already contacted an abortionist-a Puerto Rican doctor. The second day I was there, it was all done. I was only a little more than two months pregnant, and it wasn't so difficult, I guess. I came through it fine. I guess if I hadn't, Uncle Charlie would have killed the doctor. As it was, Charlie went along and he was in the next room all the time, and when Charlie was near, the doctor seemed nervous and shaky.

"Charlie had a real nice apartment, away from the cocktail lounge he owned, and I stayed there. He had one bedroom, but his living room had two studio couches in it that made into beds, so there was room for me.

"I didn't see too much of Charlie the first few days. He insisted I just rest up and, to tell the truth, I did feel a little groggy.

"I began to wonder about him-the way he kept sizing me up, and how he would always come over and kiss me when he came home-not a 'peck,' but a real hot kiss. I asked him when I could go down and see his place, but he kept telling me he didn't want his niece hanging around a saloon-he always called it a saloon, though it was a pretty nice cocktail lounge on 8th Avenue, near a lot of big office buildings. Charlie lived as if he had plenty of money, and I began to think that if I played up to him a little, he might let me stay there and take a real fling at show business. In a way, I guess I had a lot to do with the kissing-I opened my lips and moved my pussy up close to him when he kissed me.

"He came home early one night, about eight. I was watching TV, and he was in a happy mood. He gave me that big kiss, only with an extra flourish this time. He put his hands around my fanny cheeks and pulled me in close to him. I could feel his cock starting to swell as I let his tongue go into my mouth. When he really kissed me, I could tell that he has been drinking a lot. What I thought was a happy mood was just plain drunk!

"Uncle Charlie began to feel my breasts, and with his other hand, he was rubbing my pussy, through my dress. He'd never gone quite that far before, and I began to be a little bit scared of him. He was a strong man, and if he got really rough with me, I wouldn't be able to handle him.

"He said, 'You must be about ready to cut loose again, Penny. And don't give me any bullshit about not being a sexpot. You came to me all knocked up and I got you knocked down. Your mother told me that you've been fucking around with men since you were twelve. Now, it's time to pay off Charlie. You know, that goddamned butcher job didn't cost peanuts. I want some fucking, and I want it now!'

"I guess it was the way he talked and the way he was digging his fingers into my pussy and my breast that made me mad. As I said, he wasn't good-looking, but there was something about him that could turn a lot of women on. If he had been a little gentler, maybe I'd have offered him some sex. I felt I owed him a lot-not just for the operation to get rid of Gene's baby, but for what I still wanted from him-my chance at show business!

"But I backed away and slapped his hands down. That was the worst thing I could have done. His face got ugly and red, and he came at me with his fists doubled up. He shouted, 'You little shit, don't you give me none of that stuff!

You're a cheap whore, just like all the rest of them, and I've paid in advance. Now you get those goddamned clothes off and get your ass in gear! I said I'm going to take it out in trade!'

"He didn't hit me, but I knew he would. Still, I was mad. Maybe I was too used to being begged and honeyed into having sex, but Uncle Charlie was making me angry. I have to be hot for a guy-have to want him-to really put out, and he was just turning me cold, turning me off completely.

"I backed off and said, 'You're drunk, Charlie. Let's wait until you're sober-then we'll do something.'

"He moved closer to me and shot out one hand and grabbed my wrist, twisting it and making me wince. 'Old Charlie never gets too drunk to get a good hard-on!' he shouted. He reached down with his other hand and unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was already stiff and straight, but not completely hard". 'And when I am, I can always get a dumb cunt to suck it for me until it gets good and hard!' he went on. 'Now, you get those fucking clothes off, before I tear them off you!'

"I was really scared now, and in a funny way, his bare cock began to excite me. I had never had a firm hand on me, and when I did, I usually rebelled all the more. But Charlie was different. I knew he wasn't just threatening. I began to take off my panties, and he stepped back a foot or so, his cock still hanging out of his pants. Then I took off my blouse and skirt, and last of all, my bra. I have had nice big round breasts since I was twelve, and I watched Charlie's eyes as he ran them over my breasts and my pussy. His cock began to throb and jerk, and he unbuckled his belt and took it off. It didn't dawn on me what he was going to do. I just never connected sex with violence-except for the violent biting and scratching that are part of it when you really want it.

"When he flicked out quick as a snake with that belt, he caught me completely by surprise, and I screamed when it caught me on the stomach! It stung like hell, and before I could do more than holler, he had raised his arm in a good swing and cracked me on the ass as I half turned away!

"All I could think of was to grab for it, and I ran at him, wanting to grab that belt and hit him back, or else scratch his goddamned face until it was uglier than it was already! But as I came close, he shot out a fist and caught me alongside the head. It stunned me and knocked me down. I fell on the floor and he stood over me, his crooked mouth twisted in a grin. He dropped his pants and his shorts, and he stood there in his shirt, his big cock getting larger by the second. He took the belt in both hands and ran his hands over it, almost as if he loved the feel of it. Then he raised it high and brought it down across my exposed thighs and pussy! It sent fire into my flesh, and I rolled and writhed, but no matter where I covered myself with my hands, there was always another spot exposed, and the belt bit into my ass, my breasts, my shoulders, until I could hardly see, the pain was so brain-numbing!"

The case of Penny and her uncle Charlie is unusual. It is rare that a sadist has a chance to perform his sadistic sex acts on a close relative, simply because the signs of sadism usually appear early, and the family shields the young victim from the sadist.

Charlie himself would make an interesting study, for he is typical of the modern-day sadist, in that all the outward signs were there for all to see, yet were overlooked by the members of the family, and those who should have spotted him for the devil that he was.

Any psychiatrist would have immediately noticed the pattern of violence in Charlie's behavior. He was a prizefighter-a youth who delighted in inflicting punishment on others. The fact that it was for money made little difference to him. He would have been a neighborhood bully or a tough, "alley fighter" type, had he not left home at an early age. He would have terrorized the neighborhood boys, using whatever implements of painful torture he could, in eluding his fists. He would have doubtless been the terror of the neighborhood contingent of girls, too, for a sadist is, whether he realizes it or not, sexually motivated.

Once Charlie had reached late puberty, he would have begun to experience sexual arousal from inflicting pain, and especially on females.

As it was, he deliberately chose jobs that allowed him free rein to explode his violent nature almost at will. The life of a boxer makes it possible to vent violent tendencies almost every day, in sparring, in bag-punching, and in actual matches.

Note too, that Charlie had been a professional strikebreaker-a paid "scab"-in the parlance of labor. Here too, there was great opportunity to engage in almost wanton violence, usually against persons who are ill-equipped to defend themselves. Most workmen are, if not mature, surely not in the best athletic condition, and when a gang of professional strikebreakers are brought in by company officials, violence and bloodshed almost invariably result.

In his early associations with the saloon and cocktail crowd, Charlie had often "flexed his muscles" in bars, to beat up innocent, though often noisy, drunks. In his own place, he brooked absolutely no loud talk nor untoward conduct-not that his clientele would have protested or shunned the place, so much as the fact that Charlie simply could not control his sadistic tendencies. He almost created incidents so that he might inflict pain and physical hurt on another person.

As we shall see when we continue Penny's account, he had a low opinion of women. In his life as a boxer and a professional roughneck, he had associated only with the dregs of femininity-the tough, money-hungry women who gravitate to the professional fighter's group, if not to him personally. In his strikebreaking activities, if a woman happened to be marching in a picket line and got in his way, or grew too obstreperous in her language and taunts, Charlie would as quickly use his fists on her as he might her husband or son.

Recall, too, if you will, that his face bore the marks of his trades, and that he was a somewhat homely man whose face had been twisted and lacerated by the fists of other men, as well as having been pulverized by other weapons such as knives, broken bottles, blackjacks and brass knuckles. He was not an attractive man, where women are concerned, as Penny pointed out. He did, however, have that certain fascination for them that a dangerous beast might have. He excited the animalistic imagination of most women who paid any attention at all, but to Charlie, all women were "pigs," creatures of contempt who were only targets for his sadism.

As we shall see, Charlie had had to "buy" his sex, all his life. He had never been in love, nor had he ever been loved by a woman. This fact-living his sex life entirely with cheap bar pickups or prostitutes-created an utter contempt for women that bordered on psychotic hatred.

We shall see, from his actions and words, that he had agreed to help Penny only because she fit into the category of females that Charlie knew and liked to associate with. She was cheap, easy to lay (as she had already proven) and, equally important, she was in his power because she was in his debt from the moment she came to New York. The blood relationship meant nothing to him. Incest had no part in the governing of his passions. To Charlie, a female was a female, made only to punish and enjoy sexually.

As to Penny, she was not a naive youngster who was entrapped by a scheming, "dirty old man." She was an experienced, aggressive young female who enjoyed sex, and who enjoyed even more the feeling of "being in command," by the use of her sexual attractions. In her own way, Penny was of a sadistic nature, though it had not found an outlet in physical violence upon others. She enjoyed the "puppet on the string" relationship that came about when she completely dominated a male who desired her sex Actually, from a psychological point of view, it was quite natural that Penny should become a dedicated hater of men. She had already come to despise many of the younger boys with whom she had been on dates, for their immaturity, their lack of sexual aggressiveness and knowledge. It irritated her when she could not so sexually arouse a male that he could not help but try to have intercourse.

When she finally entered a full sexual relationship with a man she really seemed to admire and, to a degree, respect (because of Gene's free and easy manners and his reckless disregard for public opinion) she was let down sharply when he turned coldly away from her after she became pregnant with his child. The seeds of hatred and deep mistrust of men had been planted early-actually, before Gene entered the picture. Psychiatrists know that most of us associate authority with the male image-the "father figure." Subconsciously, Penny had already begun to hate men because of her long association with juvenile authorities.

Then, too, she had never remembered a relationship of closeness or love with a male, such as most girls experience with their father. Usually, when a girl can grow up with both parents, she begins to see that any authority exercised by them is for her benefit, and is used because they love her. Penny's only contact with male authority was that of a threatening, punitive nature. Thus, all of her confrontations with males were more in the nature of a defiant challenge-to show them that she was the strong one, and that she would dominate in all things.

Thus, it is easy to see, even for the lay person, why Penny eventually became what she is today-a professional prostitute, a man hater, and a lover of women, in her private life.

One other point in Penny's makeup is very significant. She is a complete egotist. Having interviewed many actors and actresses, and having established a close relationship with several of them, we have heard from their own lips the importance (and total existence in each) of egotism. To be a dedicated actress, a woman must believe in herself above all else. It is one of the few professions where this super ego is an asset, and it is always there in each successful performer in show business.

Penny had been bitten by the "show business bug" at an early age. She had proven (to herself, at least) that this was a world that fascinated her and which she could conquer. She was willing to give everything-even her body and sexual favors, and to sacrifice her own self-respect in order to follow her star. In her own mind, Penny feels that she was not rebelling against authority, but that she was merely following her own destiny to an eventual stardom in the theater or films.

In this case history, all the pieces fit together to create a tragedy, almost as if a script writer had cleverly written the plot and then cast two

"perfect types" for the lead roles-Penny, and "good old Uncle Charlie."

Let us continue with her account, in her own words.

"All I could remember was that the more he hurt me, the more determined I became that the sonofabitch would never get that cock of his in me! I hated the bastard! He was like all the rest-no, he was far worse, and I wasn't going to faint or pass out from the pain, to make it easy for him to fuck me while I was helpless. In fact, I was going to show the bastard that I was tougher and smarter than he ever would be.

"I managed to crawl to the couch and I grabbed two of the cushions and held them so they covered most of my body. Charlie still kept on swinging the belt, only now, he had grabbed the other end, and was using the heavy buckle end to beat me. When I used the cushions as a shield, he went insane. He dropped the belt and grabbed the cushions and tore them from my hands. Then he scrambled up on top of me and used his fists and his nails. He would hit me with one hand, while with the other, he was raking his fingernails across my breasts, grabbing the soft nipple and digging in so deep that the blood came! I was going into a blackout, and all I could think of was to kick him, or to do something painful to that goddamned cock of his that was bobbing up and down like a war club.

"I tried to get my knees free enough to give him one of them in the balls, but he was too heavy on me. I finally got his cock in one hand, and I raked my fingernails up and down it until I knew it had to be bleeding. I really dug into the semi-softness of it with all the strength of my fingers, and then I would rake upward.

"He yelled filthy names at me at first, and used both hands to beat me about the face, and finally, I must have been really hurting him, because he stopped beating me and throttled me with both hands. He began choking me, and he had awfully strong fingers and hands. I knew I was going to faint, and I was afraid that in his frenzy, without my resisting him, he would actually kill me! His eyes were like balls of black, boiling oil! He was insane, and yet, his goddamned cock was as stiff as a poker. If I hadn't been so panicky, I might have laughed. Maybe I did, a little-I was that hysterical with fright and pain.

"I'd never known pain like this. I had never had any worse than a slap across my fanny once in a great while, from my mother. It was new to me, and it was making me sick to my stomach. Suddenly, Charlie eased up on my throat, and I spewed a whole gob of vomit out! It went all over his chest and stomach, and all over me, and it sobered him up.

"He scrambled off me, his cock waving at me as if it were alive and angry, and he stood there looking at his stomach, with my vomit mixed in with the black hairs. He grabbed my dress and began to wipe it off, and he growled at me, 'Get into the bathroom and clean up, you fucking slob. I ain't finished with you yet. You ain't even made a down payment on that abortion!'

"I was still half dazed, and I stumbled into the bathroom and when I looked into the mirror over the sink, I threw up some more, at the sight of my face. It was all swollen and bloody. My lip was cut and my nose was bleeding, and one eye was already swelling shut and turning purple-red !

"I splashed some cold water on my face and it helped bring me back to reality a little. I managed to get into the shower and I turned the cold water on. It stung and shocked me and that's what I needed. It felt good, running over my sore, bruised body. I looked down and saw that he had cut the flesh on my thighs, my breast and my stomach, and I could feel that he must have opened wounds on my shoulders and on my ass cheeks with that goddamned belt.

"I cleared my head a little, and I wondered what I would do if he came at me again when I went out. I even thought of taking something from the bathroom-a razor blade or a bottle of shave lotion-to defend myself from the goddamned maniac.

"While I was drying myself gingerly-the cuts and bruises hurt like hell-Charlie came and stood in the bathroom doorway. He was half-grinning, but it was like most persons look when they're snarling at you.

"I looked down and got a little satisfaction when I saw that I had really scratched the hell out of his cock. It was a little softer, but not really soft all the way, and I could see little drops of blood in the scratches. I couldn't look right at him. I didn't want him to see that I was as scared as I really was.

"He stepped inside and patted one of the sore spots on my ass. 'You're a real bitch in a fight, baby,' he said, a little honest admiration in his eyes and tone of voice. 'You must take after your Uncle Charlie. Nobody ever put Charlie away, and you ain't going to be the first, baby.' He was bragging, but at the same time, he was warning me that I'd better not try any more rough stuff against him.

"He frowned at my body, then said, 'You ain't so fuckin' hot, you know. Hadn't been for me, you'd be in a goddamned home somewhere. You owe me, and I'm gonna collect in full. You might just as well knock off all the wildcat shit and get ready for some real fucking.'

"Funny, but I thought he was right. My body was too sore to absorb much more, and besides, he had hit a sore spot when he mentioned the home. I remembered what I had really come here for-a chance to crash into show business, and I knew that I could take all the cock he could shove into me and come out all right. It was worth it, for a chance to do what I'd always wanted to.

"Then he said something funny as he stepped back and looked my body over from head to foot. He said, 'You can probably make a wad down at my joint. Some of the girls down there make three-four hundred a week, they tell me.'

"I suspected he was talking about girls that hung around his cocktail lounge, but I didn't know then that he was actually pimping for some of them. At least, he was letting them work out of his place, and I know he was steering a few friends of his onto the setup. But I didn't learn about that for sure until later. I'll tell you about that, later on.

"I decided that the best way to handle Charlie was to act as if I wasn't afraid of him. He was still a horny man, and I felt that he liked 'young stuff the same as most men do, so I just played it cool. I turned and looked at his prick. I reached out and touched it, and said, 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Uncle Charlie.' I deliberately called him uncle, hoping that it might cool him down if he had any ideas of using his fists or a belt on me again.

"Then I said, 'I don't want to "make a wad" by being a whore, Uncle Charlie. I want to become an actress. I'll play ball with you if you'll help me get a chance at acting.'

"He looked at me quizzically. I could see that he hadn't heard about my ambitions from my mother. He said mockingly, 'You got it assbackward, baby. You'll play along with what I want whether I help you or not. I told you, you owe me. Now, get your ass in that bed and we'll get down to some plain and fancy fucking.'

"I walked into the bedroom. I still felt that, once he got into me, and found how good I could be when I wanted to, he'd change his tune. I laid on the bed and spread my legs. My body hurt, but he hadn't hit me on the cunt, and when I looked at him standing there, his prick getting hard and straight up again, I felt a little hot start for him, in my pussy. He had a nice body, even if he was short. He kept himself in good shape, and his stomach was flat, his shoulders broad and muscular. He looked like a fighter when he was naked like that.

"He laid down beside me on the bed, and he nudged me with his elbow. 'You better make that old cock of mine feel better with your mouth, kid,' he said. 'You scratched it, now you suck it!'

"I had never sucked a man's cock before. I'd had it a lot of different ways, but never in my mouth. I'd had men suck my pussy, but none of them had ever wanted me to do it to them. I raised up and took it in my hand. I jerked it a little, and Charlie began to play with one of my titties. In spite of myself, I began to get pretty excited about taking Charlie's cock into my mouth. I thought it would gag me, it was so round and hard. But I knew I could control how deep it went into my mouth, so I didn't worry about it.

"I leaned forward and began to tickle the head of it with my tongue, while I still held it in one hand and moved the soft skin up and down. Charlie raised his head to watch me, and when I began to lick the shaft of it up and down, he sat up and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my face down hard, and I opened my mouth and let his prick slide into my mouth. It tasted salty, and it was hot, but it wasn't as big as I thought it would be. I began to suck on it, moving my mouth up and down on it, still playing with the shaft of it with one hand. I moved so that I was between his legs, lying on my stomach, and Charlie laid back and began to move with the suction of my mouth. He bucked up as I was going down. He began to move his hips up and down faster and faster, and he panted and moaned a little as he began to roll from side to side. Then he let out a gasp and I felt the first shot of hot juice squirt into my mouth. It surprised me, although I don't know why-maybe because I didn't know quite what to do about it. I just swallowed it and kept on sucking. I was pretty hot by then. In a funny, sexy way, I was enjoying sucking his cock.

"When the last throbbing had left his cock, it began to go soft again, and he pushed me away. I thought that he would go down on me, or play with my titties and pussy until he got another hard-on, but he didn't. He sat up and looked at me. I was still wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. Some of his come had dribbled a little, and I thought he'd make some move to work us both into a mood for a good fuck.

"He said, 'That was a little better, but you still got a long way to go before we're square.'

"I started to get up, figuring he was telling me off, but he pulled me back down on the bed. He was hurting my arm, the way he dug his nails into my flesh.

"He began to play with my nipples, pinching them hard between his fingers. Even though it hurt some, it made me hotter than ever. I had really wanted to have him fuck me after I'd sucked him off, because it had worked me up pretty good. He stopped pinching my tits and then started to kiss and suck them. I relaxed and laid back, and he began to bite them, while he used one hand to stick his fingers up inside my cunt. He wasn't gentle, and along with all the sore spots and cuts, I didn't respond to it at all, in a sexy way. He seemed to me to be just going back to hurting me because he liked to hurt me.

"But I saw that his prick got hard again, and I hoped that when it was good and stiff, that he would forget all the hurt and just climb on me and fuck me. But I didn't know 'good old Uncle Charlie' very well. He pushed me away again, after his cock was stiff, and told me to get on my hands and knees. I still thought that he was going to fuck me from the back. Gene had done that a couple of times, and it was pretty good. I knew that it let a man's cock go in the full length, and although it wasn't my favorite way, it still wasn't too bad. At least it was better than having Charlie using his fingers and his fists to punish and hurt me.

"I got on my hands and knees and he crawled up between my legs, his cock in one hand. He moved in close, and spread my ass cheeks with one hand while he guided his prick with the other one. He guided it right to the opening of my asshole! He began to shove it in, and it hurt like hell.

"I'd heard about 'cornholing,' but I'd never had it done to me. I was dry, and so was his cock, and it wouldn't go in easily. Charlie kept on ramming it home, and after a bit it did begin to slide in a little easier, but it still hurt me. I turned my head and begged him, 'Please, Uncle Charlie, fuck me the regular way, can't you?'

"He swung one hand and slapped me across the face! It almost made his cock slip out, but he grabbed it and held my hips with one hand and began to ram it in again, harder and deeper with each thrust.

"He shouted, 'You think I'd put my good clean cock into that filthy slit you call a cunt? After all the other crumbs you've fucked? You nuts, girl? You're like all those sluts that hang around my joint-you're cock crazy. You think that any guy that looks at you wants to fuck you! Well, not me-not Charlie. You cunts are good for a blow job or an ass-fuck, and that's all. Old Charlie ain't running around with a dripping cock from some disease you bastards peddle! Not me. You just shut your mouth and open your asshole, or I'll beat the shit out of you next time!'

"He was warming up to his cornhole job now, and his cock was going way up inside my asshole. He grabbed my hips in both his hands and pulled my ass back down as he was thrusting upward. I don't know if it was the physical hurt or the humiliation I was feeling, but I just began to cry, like a little girl. It didn't seem to faze him at all, because he kept on pumping away, and after a couple more minutes he shot his load up my ass!

"I was beginning to get weak from the beating, and from the hurt in my ass, as well as the shame and anger that was sweeping over me. I made up my mind that if he pulled one more nasty, dirty, hurtful trick, I was going to try to knock him unconscious, then make a run for it. I didn't have any money, but I didn't care any longer. Charlie was a madman. He was so bitter about women that he didn't know how to be kind or good to them. I'd had it with him.

"He pulled his cock out of my asshole and laid back on the bed. I looked at it and it was covered with his come, mixed with little flecks of my brown shit. He pointed at it and told me to get a washcloth and clean him up. I was too tired to fight, and too scared, so I hobbled into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water and went back to the bed and washed him all clean. His cock was soft again, and he had started to doze off. But when I washed it he was wide awake again.

"When I had finished, he sat up and told me to get my clothes on, that we were going down to his place. I'd wanted to see it before, but now I was too tired and hurt. I didn't want any more beatings or ass-fucking so I just got into my panties and blouse and skirt. I felt sort of numb in the lower part of my body, and I was also frustrated sexually. I wasn't used to being aroused, then abused and left high and dry, without any satisfaction for me.

"Charlie got dressed up and we got into his car and drove to his cocktail lounge. It was about ten o'clock. We parked in a parking lot nearby, and he took my arm and led me into the front of the place. It was crowded, with a lot more men than women. There were a few booths in the back part and a little dance floor. One couple was dancing to the music from a juke box, but the rest of the people were sitting at the bar, or in a couple of booths.

"I thought the place looked pretty rundown and shabby, but the people there were laughing it up, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. When we walked in, a lot of the men shouted greetings at Charlie, but he hurried right back to the end of the bar and began to bang on it with a heavy wooden mallet he had grabbed from the back bar.

"Hey, you chumps,' he yelled, when they had quieted down a little, 'this here is my niece, Penny. No fooling, she's really my sister's girl. Now-anybody here fools with her, they got Charlie to answer to! Got it? Okay, go on back to your booze!'

"He shoved me toward an empty stool at the end of the bar and told the bartender to give me a drink. I didn't know what to order when the bartender-an older man with only one eye and an eye patch over the other-asked me what I wanted to drink. Charlie laughed a nasty laugh and said to him, 'She thinks she's all grown up, Sid, so give her a grown up drink. Give her some bourbon with a little water chaser.'

"I'd tasted bourbon once, and it had burned my throat. I didn't see how anyone could drink it, let alone enjoy it, but I was afraid to refuse.

"By the time the bartender had served me, Charlie had moved up the bar and was laughing and joking with some of the male customers. He hardly glanced at me, and I relaxed a little and looked around more carefully. I saw that the women in the place were all much younger than most of the men, and that more often than not, one woman would be sharing a booth with two or three men. It was the same at the bar, where two women sat, surrounded by coarsemouthed males. I could hear the smutty talk that was going on, and it began to dawn on me what Charlie had meant when he referred to the women at his place.

"They were, at best, 'B-Girls,'-girls who hung around the bar and cadged drinks from men, and who doubtless took them home later, where they sold their bodies to them. I found all this out later, but I suspected even then what was going on.

"I sipped gingerly at the bourbon, and it did burn, but I was sore, discouraged and downhearted, and I screwed up my courage and downed the glass of liquor in a gulp. The bartender noticed my empty glass when I gulped down the water and he refilled it immediately. I had raised the second shot glass of whiskey and was about to down it when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to look into the face of a nice-looking woman of about thirty. She was well dressed and she had kind eyes. She was smiling, and she said to me, 'That won't do it, kid.'

"I put the shot down and turned to talk to her. 'You don't know my uncle Charlie,' I said.

"'Don't I?' she asked sarcastically. 'I wish I didn't. But, are you really his niece?' I nodded, and managed to smile a little when I almost repeated her statement, saying, 'I wish I wasn't.'

"She had soft red hair and I liked her instinctively. She reached out and gently touched my swollen eye and put her finger on a discolored spot on my arm, where Charlie had hit me.

"'You don't have to take that from any man, honey,' she said, her eyes shining with anger as she glanced at my uncle. 'Listen, my name's Barbara, and I'm about fed up with this place. Want to take a chance and cut out-for good, from Charlie?'

"My heart jumped at the thought of being away from his cruelties, and besides, I liked Barbara right away. I didn't know then that she was a call girl or that she was a lesbian, but I'm glad she found me. I needed somebody to talk to more than anything else right then-somebody who would understand, and who was kind and gentle.

"But I was still scared of Charlie. I'd had a good taste of his kind of treatment-and his kind of sex. And I knew it wasn't for me. I remembered that, twice that night, the thought of killing him had entered my mind. But I had my chance now. All I needed was the guts to go through with it. Barbara was offering it to me.

"'I want to,' I said softly, 'but-I don't know.' I glanced at Charlie who was slapping a man on the back and laughing at some joke he'd told.

"Barbara looked at Charlie with a sneer. 'Leave it to me, baby,' she advised. 'I'll leave here in a few minutes. You go out the back door. If Charlie sees you, tell him you're going to the John. I'll wait for you at a place called Mame's, two blocks up the street, on the same side as this joint is. Charlie never comes in there. It just isn't his kind of place.' She snickered when she said that, but it was only later when I found out that it was a well-known lesbian hangout that I appreciated the weak joke.

"I said, 'I haven't got any money. All I've got is the clothes I'm wearing.' Barbara patted my arm. 'Never mind about that. I'm leaving now. You just do like I told you. Everything will be all right, you'll see.' She moved her head close and kissed me quickly on the cheek. It sent a strange quiver up my spine. Even the touch of her hand on my skin was doing something strange to me.

"I nodded, having decided that it was now or never for me. I was getting the chance that I wanted, and I wasn't going to let Uncle Charlie stop me. 'Okay,' I told her. 'I'll be there as quickly as I can.' She squeezed my arm and walked away. She headed out the back, as if she were going to the toilet, and flashed me a quick smile just before she disappeared.

"I sipped at the second drink. It was tasting a little better now. I knew that Charlie would move away sooner or later, to where he couldn't keep me in his line of vision, and when he did, I was going to make my move.

"But he stayed there quite a while-ten minutes or so, and I had finished the second drink. I was beginning to feel different. I had more confidence, and the soreness seemed to be fading from my body. Of course it was the bourbon taking effect, and when I set the empty glass down, the bartender filled it again and walked away.

"I kept my eye on Charlie, and he walked up to the far end of the bar and sat down in a booth with a woman and two other men. I knew it was my chance, but I didn't want to blow it, so I called the bartender and asked him where the ladies' room was. He pointed toward the back, then left to wait on a man who was pounding on the bar for a refill of his drink. As soon as his back was turned, I got up and went to the back. I kept on past the restrooms and out the back door. Making my way through an alley, I came back out on the street a few doors from Charlie's place, and I walked fast in the direction Barbara had pointed.

"She was waiting just inside the door for me. When I walked in and saw her, I almost felt like crying. For the first time in weeks, I felt as if I were with a friend.

"She took me by the arm and we walked back out onto the street. There was a cab nearby, and she woke the driver by tapping on the windshield. I didn't pay any attention to the address she gave him. I didn't care where we went, so long as it was away from Charlie.

"It wasn't far to her apartment building, and when I walked in and saw all the bright, frilly, feminine things, I felt clean again. I even forgot all the bruises on my body. I felt like I was home-where I belonged.

"Barbara stood beside me, watching me take in the place, a soft smile on her face. 'It's home, honey, for as long as you want it,' she said. She walked over to me and put her arms around me and kissed my cheek. Then she moved her lips to my mouth, and when I felt those soft, warm, eager lips open, I opened my own lips and her tongue slid inside my mouth-exploring, demanding, promising!

"I began to kiss her back, moving closer to her, rubbing my pelvis against hers. We were almost the same height and shape, and we stood there for a long time, just giving out messages of reassurance with our mouths and our bodies. I knew she was a lesbian, but I also knew that no man had ever made me feel this secure-this wanted and appreciated. Her hands roved over my breast and my bottom, and without any words, she led me into the bedroom. It was a lovely room, with bright curtains and a lot of 'girl things' around, like stuffed animals, fancy perfume bottles and stuff.

"I let her undress me, and she gasped when she discovered each bruise and cut on my body, stopping to kiss them tenderly. When I was naked, she urged me onto the big bed, and I watched as she stripped quickly. She had lovely round breasts, smaller than mine, but pert and saucy. Her waist was small, and her thighs nice, and I was surprised to see the 'V of natural red hair that surrounded her pussy. I could see the lips of it nestled there, and I wanted her to kiss me all over and to let me caress her body with my own lips.

"She went over my body again with her kisses, making soft clucking noises as she gently caressed each mark. She said things like, 'My sweet baby, nobody's going to hurt you again-never!'

"When she spread my legs and nestled her red head between my legs, I felt at peace. I just relaxed, letting every part of my body focus on how wonderful it felt as her tongue began to lick my thighs, then the lips of my pussy, and finally, my clitoris. It was heaven. It was all the other thrills wrapped up in soft, sweet love, and I knew that I'd never again want a man.

"After she had made me come three times, I went down on Barbara. It was as if a strange magic had come to me. I felt so natural ... so good and clean. I wanted to make her come, and I kissed every inch of her pussy that I could reach. Afterwards, we lay in bed naked and talked. I told her most of what had happened to me, and she understood. She told me that she was a prostitute-a call girl-but that it was just 'her job.' She hated men, actually, and she told me that she had set a limit for herself of three hundred dollars a week, and whether she earned it in one night or five, she quit and devoted herself to lesbian love for the rest of the week.

"She told me that I was going to have my chance to try acting. She said that she couldn't stand the thought of a man pawing me, or sticking an ugly prick inside me-and especially, beating me. She said that she would do all the earning, and that I would live with her and love her, and that all my time would be my own to try to get a good start in show business.

"It was like a dream come true. All I'd ever wanted, and love, besides.

"We've been together for. two years now. I haven't done great as an actress, but I have had a couple of small parts. Barbara insisted that I go to dramatic classes, and I've been studying for over five months now. I haven't had a man in all the time we've been together. I've had more than enough love from Barb to last me a lifetime. I wouldn't piss on the best man that ever lived-not after knowing the kind of love I have had with her.

"Maybe I'll make it in show business. I hope so. But if I don't, it will still be all worth while, because I discovered what love is all about. I love Barbara and she loves me. I try to blot out of my mind the fact that she has to sleep with men to support us. She's very generous, and she won't hear of me working at all, except around the apartment.

"I don't hate men-even Charlie. But I don't want to be around them. I wonder sometimes what it will be like if I do make it as an actress and have to kiss and hug a man, but then, I guess that would be the real test of how good an actress I really am, wouldn't it?"

NOTE: In checking out some of the details of Penny's story, some interesting information concerning Charlie came to our notice. He had had a series of infections of gonorrhea, and, five years earlier, had discovered that he had been exposed to syphilis in his relations with one of the prostitutes who worked out of his cocktail lounge.

It may or may not be true, but Charlie claims that his reason for hating women hangs on these infections, for the syphilis had made great inroads into his system before he began to take treatments.

Charlie also claims that it was because he knew he was infected with the dread disease, that he did not have intercourse in the normal manner with his niece, Penny. This part of his story sounds like a fabrication, however, for he had been taking treatments for syphilis for many months, and he would have been aware that he could have infected Penny by anal intercourse, or by having her perform fellatio on him, had she had any open sores in her mouth or anus.

As to Penny, she recently wrote that she had transferred her residence to Los Angeles, still in the company of Barbara, and that she was going to try for some roles in television or films. For one who has faced the bitter sacrifices that she has, we firmly believe that, given a chance, Penny will give a fine dramatic performance in any romantic part she may be asked to portray. She has lived far beyond her years, and has gained what we believe to be a deep insight into human nature, both male and female.

She is one of the more fortunate young women who follow the lure of the footlights. We cannot be sorry for her in her lesbian role, for it has brought her true contentment and happiness, and that, in the end, is what all of us are seeking in whatever relationship we might enter.