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7

Eric Camden tapped his fingers nervously on the kitchen
counter as he waited for Sergeant Hastings to pick up the phone. *
What has gotten into her? * His mind drifted back to Annie and the
scene that had just unfolded in their bedroom minutes before. * It's
that Magazine, * he reassured himself. * If I can just find out where
it came from and how it got into Deena's hands, then I can put a stop
to all this. *
"Reverend?" Sergeant Hastings' voice interrupted Eric's
thoughts.
"Yes, Stan," Eric answered.
"What's up?" Hastings asked.
"We have a little problem." In the next two minutes, Eric
explained the basic situation. Deena had brought a hardcore
pornographic magazine into his house, and he wanted to know where it
had come from. Hastings listened intently as the Reverend described
the Magazine in detail. When Eric was through, he paused and waited
for the police sergeant's reply.
"I can't say for sure where that magazine came from, Reverend,
but I can tell you one thing," Hastings assured him. "No one bought
it in this town. We have ordinances against the commercial
distribution of hardcore pornography here."
"I know that," Eric replied. "That's what has me so
disturbed. I'm as big a proponent of free speech as any American, but
this .. filth .. is indefensible in any capacity." Whenever Eric grew
angry, he tended to choose his words very deliberately, as if he were
writing an extemporaneous sermon.
"Agreed," Hastings commiserated. "But unfortunately it's not
illegal to own such material."
"Do you have any idea how a young teenage girl like Deena
could have gotten her hands on this magazine?"
"A few .."
"Like ..?"
"You said the magazine has a lot of sick stuff in it .. like
lesbianism?"
"Yes," Eric tried to control the venom in his voice. "It also
shows women anally assaulting men with artificial devices."
"Strap-on dildos ..?" Hastings was reading off his notepad.
"Yes, I believe that's what they're called."
"Have you ever heard of a coffeehouse over by the college?
It's called Sisters of Athena. It's a Ladies Only club, if you get my
drift ..?"
"I'm sorry I don't see the connection," Eric was confused.
"Ladies Only ..?" Hastings repeated. "Ladies who don't want
men around ..?"
* Oh my God, Mary .. * A cold chill suddenly bit through
Eric's frayed nerves. "M..my daughter, Mary," Eric stammered. "She
went there tonight .. with my son's girlfriend. I .. I thought it was
a political-type place."
"Oh, it's political all right," Hastings observed. "Have you
ever heard of a book called the SCUM Manifesto?"
"Yes," Eric nodded. "It was written by that woman who shot
Andy Warhol .."
"Valerie Solanis, right .." Hastings cut in.
"I still don't see what all this has to do with hardcore
pornography .." Eric was very confused.
"Well, it's pretty obvious to me," Hastings answered. "These
.. lesbians down at Sisters of Athena are trying to convert all the
girls and women in this town to their .. perverted lifestyle. It's a
cult. They want to eliminate all men from society. It's all there in
SCUM Manifesto. What you're describing from that Magazine sounds like
typical lesbian mind control. They're brainwashing girls like Deena
with those pictures. They start with normal heterosexual intercourse
to desensitize the young female mind, then they start introducing a
whole host of perverted concepts like lesbianism and male
submissiveness. This way they can turn little girls against men and
make them .. lesbians. It's pure mind control."
"And you think these .. women at this coffeehouse are
distributing hardcore pornography to minors in order to convert them
.?" Eric couldn't believe this. It made no sense. Lesbians were
supposed to be against pornography because of its links towards rape
and domestic violence towards women. In fact, it was the one and only
issue in which lesbians and feminists stood hand in hand with the
Christian community. The idea that lesbians could be distributing
pornography to minors was absurd .. or was it?
This certainly wasn't normal pornography, not even normal
hardcore pornography. The overt lesbianism and female dominance
separated it from the typical, male-centered misogyny that was the
staple of the adult "entertainment" industry. As far-fetched as it
seemed, maybe Hastings was onto something here?
"Listen, I'm going to e-mail you some web sites I've been
investigating," Hastings interrupted Eric's train of thought. "You
can see for yourself. It's all right there." He paused. "You know,
this kind of stuff is out of bounds for me. Even perverts have civil
rights in this country, and even though it makes me sick sometimes it
is my job to protect those rights. You don't have such ..
restrictions, however."
"I'm not sure I'm following you." Eric was puzzled.
"You're a man of God, and people listen to what you say. You
can address these issues on the pulpit and maybe wake this town up.
If these .. lesbians start getting the idea they aren't welcome here,
maybe they'll move on and leave our little girls alone."
"Are you suggesting that I use my position to start a .. witch
hunt." Eric was confounded that an officer of the law could even make
such a suggestion.
"Your daughter's over there right now, Reverend," Hastings
replied. "Can you honestly tell me you're comfortable with that?
They could get to her, you know."
"That's ridiculous," Eric shook his head. "Mary likes boys ..
a little too much, maybe. There was a little incident in the back of
a police car, if you remember .."
"We're talking mind control, Reverend," Hastings cut him off.
"It doesn't matter what the girls used to be like. When these ..
lesbians get through with them, they are total robots .. zombies.
It's a cult, and Mary is in real danger." He paused. "Just check out
the web sites, and then we'll see if you're still so .. liberal."
"I have faith in my daughter's faith," Eric tried to sound
confident. But images of Annie crept back into his consciousness.
"I just hope you're right. Bye."

"I just got off the phone with Reverend Camden," Deena's
father glared down at the scared, young teenager. "He told me what
you were doing this afternoon .. with Simon."
"Daddy, I .." Deena shrank back against the headboard of her
bed. Her lower body was under the covers, and all that was visible
was her pretty face, her arms, and the top of her oversized,
Backstreet Boys nightshirt. "I'm sor .."
CRACK! No matter how much she cowered back, her father's open
hand still reached her jaw.
"I told you NEVER to take those magazines out of this house,"
he grabbed her by the hair. "You little whore!" he spat in her eyes,
and the spittle mixed with her tears. "Did you fuck him, you little
whore? Did you?"
CRACK!!
"No, daddy, no .. I swear .. noo .." Deena wailed.
CRACK!!!
"I own you, whore," her father yanked her face up to his so
they were eyeball to eyeball. "I own every fucking hole. You know
the rules. You don't give your pussy away until I fucking say so!"
He spit in her mouth, and she couldn't help but retch.
"I didn't, daddy," she bawled. "I didn't do anything."
"That isn't what the Reverend told me. He told his wife
caught you with your tits hanging out." He reached down, pinched her
tiny nipples through her oversized nightshirt and twisted the tender,
teenage tit-meat until it was purple. "And your little boyfriend had
has dick out, didn't he ..?"
"No, daddy .."
CRACK!!!!
"Don't you LIE to me!" he screeched in her ear. "Don't you
ever fucking lie to me!" In a split second, he had the covers torn
off. He manhandled his daughter onto her tummy and pulled the bottom
of her nightshirt up. She squirmed and kicked like she always did.
He pressed his knee into her bony back and cracked the wind out of her
small lungs. His beefy, callused hands jabbed scraped her upper
thighs and then tore at her flimsy cotton panties. In a second, they
were shredded and balled up in his fist. "Open your fucking mouth,
whore!" he slapped the back of her head.
Deena shook her head furiously, her jaws clenched as tight as
they would go.
"I said open your FUCKING mouth!" he wrapped his beefy,
callused fingers around her throat and shook her head up and down
while she gasped hysterically for air. He pushed her face into the
pillow, and darkness and pain submerged her whole being. She kicked
her legs and flailed her arms while he strangled and smothered every
last ounce of strength from her slender, bony body. "Are you going to
open your mouth now, whore?" he bit her earlobe.
With her last remaining ounce of strength she opened her jaws
and turned her face towards him. She saw him smile before he stuffed
her wadded panties hard into her mouth. Gagged and broken, she
offered no resistance at all as he pulled up her nightshirt.
Everything became dark again, as he tied the nightshirt over her head
and through her arms. She could do nothing now but flop forward
against the mattress and wait for the inevitable.
The cool air licked at her exposed, virgin pussy, and she
could feel her insides betraying her as they always did. The dampness
seeped out her labia and moistened the sparse nest of pubic hair that
tufted around her privates.
"That's my little whore," her father snickered as he rubbed
his hands across her glistening, moist mounds. "All wet and ready,
just like a whore should be."
"Ngggllhh .. she groaned as she felt his rough fingers pry
open her pussy lips and stretch them to a width wide enough to fit
four of his fingers. She could feel the tender skin of her privates
tear and give way to his molestation. He turned his hand in circular
motions, screwing his fingers deeper into her tender recesses while
his other hand came down on her narrow ass-cheeks with a resounding
SMACK!
"This will teach you to take my magazines out of my house and
give away MY pussy to some limp-dicked little sissy faggot," he
ranted. "You fucking whore!" he spat on her bruised butt cheeks as he
continued SMACKing her ass. "I swore I'd keep you a virgin, and I
will if I have to fucking kill you. You don't share MY pussy with
anyone! I own each and every one of your holes, and I'll tell you who
and when you FUCK! Do you got that?"
"Ygghhll .." she groaned as he pummeled her skinny bottom and
tore at her insides with his chipped fingernails.
"I don't think you do," her father grunted, the sweat dripping
from his brow. It was such hard work disciplining his willful young
daughter. But no one said it would be easy raising a teenage daughter
and keeping her a virgin in this day and age.
Sometimes, like tonight, her sobs really bothered him, and he
wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, soothe the pain, and
hold his little girl again. But he couldn't afford such weakness.
Deena needed a strong father who would discipline and protect her from
all the horny boys out there who only wanted one thing. His
daughter's pussy .. HIS pussy. When her crying got bad like this, he
was thankful for the panty-gag and the nightshirt tied over her head.
He would make sure she never disgraced him and the family by
surrendering her pussy to some juvenile pretty-boy like Simon Camden.
He was her father, and he could not shirk away from that
responsibility, no matter how difficult it became. She wasn't a bad
girl, she just needed to learn.

* Something weird is going on, * Lucy Camden told herself as
she crept out of her room. It was late, Mary wasn't home yet, and her
Mom and Dad had been fighting. She'd never heard her father slam a
door like that before. She'd stayed awake, tossing and turning,
waiting for her father to come back upstairs, apologize to her mother,
and return the Camden household to normalcy. But nothing had
happened. Her mother hadn't come out, her father hadn't reappeared,
and Lucy Camden was starting to become really scared.
"Can't sleep either, huh?" Simon's voice startled Lucy. He
emerged from the shadows of his room.
"Don't do THAT!" Lucy hissed. "You scared me to death."
"Sorry," he shrugged his shoulders.
"What are you doing up?"
"Can't sleep," he answered. "I have a lot on my mind."
"You got it pretty bad from mom and dad, huh?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Do you have any idea what they were fighting about?"
Simon shook his head. "I was listening to my Walkman. I just
heard the door slam. I haven't heard anything since."
"Me neither," Lucy bit her lip, trying not to sound as worried
as she was.
"It was just a fight," Simon caught her expression, and tried
to reassure her. "People fight all the time. It doesn't mean
anything."
"I know," Lucy grimaced. "But it's mom and dad. Mom and
dad!" she repeated for emphasis.
"Did Mary come in yet?" Simon asked.
"No," Lucy shook her head. She, too, wished their big sister
was present. Mary had a way of calming everyone's nerves and putting
stuff into perspective. Now that Matt had moved out, the eldest
Camden daughter was doing that a lot lately.
"Why's everyone still awake?" Ruthie emerged from her bedroom
door rubbing her eyes. "What's going on?"
"It's nothing," Simon patted his little sister on the
shoulder. "Just go back to bed."
"I can't," Ruthie cried softly. "I heard mom and dad
fighting. I can't sleep."
"Hhhh," Lucy sighed. "You can come in my room," she hugged
Ruthie. "Come on." The two girls vanished back into Lucy's and
Mary's room. Simon looked into the silent shadows for a second, and
then went back into his room.

Eric glared at the words and web-page graphics that assaulted
his senses. THE SOCIETY FOR CUTTING UP MEN, read the banner. He'd
just finished perusing the SCUM Manifesto. Before that night, he'd
only heard of the document and read some quotes from it. He'd always
imagined it was some kind of satire, and the quotes he'd seen cited
taken out of context. Now that he had read the entire essay, however,
he knew how mistaken he'd been.
There is existed in the world a dangerous lesbian underground
intent on gendercide. The links to the site established this fact
beyond doubt. One link connected the browser to a huge site of
archived, sadomasochistic and lesbian hardcore pornography. The theme
running throughout the collection of pictures was female-female love,
female domination of males, and the sadistic, torturous treatment of
males. The site included, among other things, photos from the
Magazine Deena had brought into his home. But there were even worse
pictures - male rape, forced castration and penis severing. In one
particularly depraved series of photos, a man was anally violated with
long metal rod that ended up emerging, blood-coated, from his mouth.
Another link took the browser to a site run by a woman named
Steph Walker. Ms. Walker advised young teenage girls to hate all men
and accept the Sapphic lifestyle. Steph's site was linked to another
site of interest - The Sisters of Athena Website.
Hastings, it appeared, hadn't been casting aspersions. The
photos, the links, the trail back to the Sisters of Athena confirmed
it all. A lesbian cult was at work in Eric Camden's hometown,
corrupting young girls and distributing hardcore pornography as part
of their brainwashing evangelism. Eric opened up his WordPerfect
program and began working on this week's sermon. Sergeant Hastings
had been right. The law couldn't do anything about this sickness, but
God certainly could. HE just needed a voice strong and brave enough
to address the crisis head-on.
"For this cause, God gave them up unto vile affections," he
started to type, knowing the passage from Romans 1:26 by heart. "For
even their women did change the natural use into that which is against
nature .."

8

Matt Camden's ears started working before his eyes. Spots of
sound burst against his eardrums like fireworks, momentarily lighting
the sky of his mind before fizzling and dwindling into the darkness.
" .. the phallocracy wants to burn us at the stake .." a
woman's voice sliced through the dark fog in Matt's brain.
" .. I..I don't know .." that was Mary's voice.
" .. you're either with us in the struggle, or you're part of
the problem .." another woman's voice.
" .. enabler .." another female voice drifted in.
" . Is that what you want, Mary? Is that kind of world you
want your daughter growing up in?" the first female voice asked.
"I just can't accept that men have NO purpose," Mary
protested. "My father is a decent guy, he doesn't want to oppress
anyone."
"Just like your brother?" the first woman asked.
"I .. You don't .." she paused. "Matt was just reacting
emotionally. He didn't realize what he was doing."
"He knew perfectly well what he was doing," the second woman
answered. "His BITCH stepped out of line. He was trying to slap her
back in line."
"My brother wasn't going to hit Shawna," Mary kept at it.
"Really?" the first voice replied. "Then why did you kick
him. You obviously perceived he was some kind of threat to Shawna,
and like a True Sister you reacted and protected your Sister .."
"I..I got carried away," Mary stammered. "I wasn't thinking
rationally .."
"You mean you weren't 'thinking' the way the phallocracy has
programmed you to think. You were 'being emotional,' being a 'crazy
woman.' Can't you see what they've got you believing?" the second
woman came back into the conversation. "You protect a Sister, and
suddenly you're crazy. Why don't we just give you a hysterectomy
while we're at it? That'll calm you down."
"Can't we just untie him?" Mary asked. "He's my brother. He
doesn't need to be tied up like that. He's not going to hurt anyone."
"You're right about that," the second voice laughed.
"Uffff .." Matt grunted beneath a sharp kick to his groin.
Pain seared across his bare flesh, and it was only then that he
realized he had been stripped naked. Nerve endings along his skin
began to flip on like light switches. He suddenly became aware of the
position of his body. He was on his back. His arms were pinned
behind his back and his wrists lashed together. His legs were spread
and a wooden brace separated his ankles. His penis, scrotum and
asshole were fully exposed to any abuse his captors desired to
inflict. His tongue pressed against something solid, and his jaws
couldn't move. He tasted rubber. He was being gagged with some kind
of ball. He still felt too weak to even open his eyes.
"I wonder if he can hear us," the first voice kicked at Matt's
exposed crotch. "How about it, bitch? Can you hear us?" she kicked
his ribs, and he heard a crack.
"Uff," Matt puked.
"Look at the little worm," the woman kept at it, kicking him
in the ass now. "I ought to pound a mud hole in your ass, worm. I
ought to show you what it feels like to get fucked. How does that
sound, worm?" she yanked his head back by his hair so that his neck
snapped up. "You're fucking asking for it. Look at you."
Matt felt something long and hard rubbing up against his
exposed anus. Somehow he knew what it was. He cringed as he felt
something press into the dry ring of his sphincter. "ugghhhhh .." he
huffed in anguish as he was cored like an apple. He tried to fight
it, tried to tighten the muscles of his ass and prevent the assault,
but the force was relentless. Laughter seared into his ears. He
thrashed and writhed, but the pressure kept bearing down on his tensed
sphincter until he could no longer resist. "aaawwwwooffhh .." he
grunted when the long, hard tube split open his tight young butt like
an overripe peach.
The pain was excruciating and rhythmic, like a jackhammer
tearing his colon to shreds. He was getting fucked up the ass ..
sodomized like a homosexual. And to Matt Camden's horror, the assault
stimulated his flaccid penis. He felt his cock swell and creep down
his leg.
"Just like all big tough men," the voice teased. "Stick a
dick up their ass, and they become a little girl. How does that feel,
tough guy? How does it feel to be a little girl?"
Hips pounded against his ass-cheeks and the thick, long tube
impaled him up to his lungs. He tried to fight his impulses, but they
were too strong. He was grinding back against the strokes that
sodomized. Instinctively, he rubbed his hard dick against the carpet.
The friction burned the turgid skin, but he couldn't stop. He humped
his dick against the floor while he was savagely anally raped.
The room was filled with laughter. Hands slapped his blasted
ass-cheeks. The rape-thrusts became furious, inhuman. He increased
his own humping, and suddenly his balls spurted a sticky flood of
sperm all over the carpet and his stomach.
"And that's how you turn a girl into a woman," the voice
continue berating him as the anal assault continued at a steady
merciless pace. "Anyone else want some of this pussy?"
"Come on," Mary begged. "Stop it. Shawna, tell them to stop
it."
"Maybe Mary's right .." Shawna sounded almost compassionate.
"Look at him?" the first voice railed. "Is that what you
want, Shawna? Look how pathetic he is. I just fucked his ass, and he
came like a pussy. He's worthless, just like all men."
Matt felt a foot rub his exposed penis and mash his scrotum
hard. "ooowwff .." he squeaked.
"We should castrate him," the second voice hissed. "That'd
teach him a FUCKING lesson. That'd teach him not to mess with a
Sister."
"You guys are acting crazy," Mary's voice sounded positively
terrified. "Let him go. We can talk about this. Matt'll
understand."
"Like your father will understand?" the first voice asked.
"Do you really think your older brother and father are just going to
accept that their darling little Mary is a lesbian now? Do you?"
"You don't know them," Mary started. "My dad's not like that
..
"Your father worships God the Penis," the first voice spit.
"Men enslave women. Women are property. Men populate the world by
rape. That is the Word of your father's God. Women loving women are
witches, burned at the stake. Your dear father and brother would
light the flames if they thought it would Save you for them. They'd
rather see you dead than see you be WHO YOU ARE!"
"HHRRFFGGLLL," Matt tried to spit the ball gag from his mouth.
"You don't believe me?" the first voice asked. "Let's just
see what he says."
The rubber taste popped out of Matt's mouth. Air rushed
between his stiff jaws. He struggled to open his eyes. A thin crust
of dried blood cracked along his eyelids as they fluttered open.
"Fuck you, you sick dyke .." Matt managed to gasp before a thunder of
feet pulverized the tender, flaccid flesh of his penis and scrotum.
"Is this what you want to be, Mary?" he asked his sister. "A
rug-munching, man-hating pervert. You know it's wrong .. sick ..
against the Word of God!" More boots pounded into his naked flesh.
"You'll burn in hell, Mary .. like all these sick dykes .. burn in
hell .." he repeated before his voice was submerged beneath the agony
of his groans.
When Matt Camden looked up, he saw Mary glaring at him, her
eyes bleary with tears. She wasn't objecting anymore as the feet
kicked him across the floor like a soccer ball. When they stopped
their assault, Matt felt hands pulling at his still-erect penis, then
a sharp squeezing sensation around the top of his scrotal sack.
Through the bloody haze, he made out the form of Shawna. A
large bandage covered her eye. Matt suddenly remembered the key he'd
thrown at her eye. He could have blinded Shawna. Any compassion he
felt for her vanished though when he saw her hands. She was the one
slipping some kind of tight rubber band around his nut-sack. "Fuck
you, Shawna," he spit at her.
"You're the one who's FUCKED, Matt," Shawna squeezed his
testicles until he felt one of his balls rupture. Matt started
vomiting on reflex, his whole body going limp with anguish. Then, out
of the corner of his eye, he saw the icy glint of a long-handled
knife. He felt the cold sharpness of the steel press against the soft
pink of his tender manhood.
"Stop," he heard Mary plead. "Stop please .."
"Only if he begs," the largest of the three strange women
snarled. "Let's hear you beg, worm," she chucked Matt under his
chest.
"F..fuck you, dyke .." Matt managed to gasp.
"Where's your God now, worm?" the large lesbian baited him.
"He's here, dyke," Matt spat. "And He sees you. All of you!
And He will make you all pay. You're all going to burn in Hell, all
you fucking dykes!"
"Stop it, Matt!" Mary begged her brother. "Stop saying that!"
"Just shut up, Matt." Shawna wrenched his other testicle now.
"We're giving you a chance to save your precious nuts. Now just beg
for mercy. That's all you need to do. Just beg for mercy."
"You fucking dyke," Matt spat in his girlfriend's face. "You
make me fucking sick!"
"Stop it, Matt!" Mary pleaded. "Stop saying that!"
"You, too, Mary," he kept ranting. "You make me fucking sick,
too. I can't believe you'd do this .. turn your back on mom and dad
and all of us .. and God! If you let them do this, you'll never be
part of the Camden family again .. EVER! Think about it, Mary .. a
lifetime alone and then an eternity in Hell with the rest of the
lesbos, faggots, child molesters and other perverts. Is that what you
fucking want, Mary? Is that what you're willing to trade .. just so
you can eat some pussy?"
"STOP IT!" Mary leaped at her brother and kicked him square
in the mouth. One of his teeth popped out and lodged in his throat.
He gagged on it, and choked up the tooth and a mouthful of blood.
"STOP IT!" she continued to rage, her fists beating her brother about
the face and chest.
Two of the girls pulled her off Matt. "Do you see what we
mean, Mary?" the skinny redhead asked. "There's your brother for you.
There's your understanding."
"He deserves this," the large lesbian waved the knife at Mary.
"All men deserve this!"
"I .. I don't know .." Mary sobbed.
"All he needs to do is beg for mercy," the large lesbian told
Mary. "The decision is his."
"Please, Matt," Mary sobbed. "Just do it. You'd do it if you
.. if you really loved me."
"I can't love you like this, Mary," Matt responded. "If
you're with them, you're no sister of mine."
"Fuck you, Matt!" Shawna suddenly exploded. "Do it," she
goaded Steph. "Hack off his fucking dick and feed it to him. Do
it!"
"It's up to Mary," Steph looked at the eldest Camden daughter
and shrugged her shoulders.
The universe froze. Every eye in the room was fixed on Mary.
Even Matt had stopped talking now. "We.. we're better than this,"
Mary finally stammered. "We do this, and we're no better than THEM."
Her voice grew stronger. "That isn't what we want, is it ..? To
become THEM? That isn't the example we should be showing our Sisters
and Daughters. Is it ..?"
Steph lowered the knife, and Shawna glared in Matt's eyes.
"You're lucky. She just saved your ass," Shawna spit in Matt's eye.
"I didn't fucking ask for HER mercy," Matt shot back. "You're
still sick, Mary. You're still going to burn in hell ..
"Just untie him and dump him outside," Mary turned her back on
her brother and started out of the room.
"You can't turn your back on this, Mary," Matt screamed at his
sister's back. "You can't just walk away .." His ranting was cut off
my another kick to the head. This time, his universe went dark.
Steph stopped back from Matt's unconscious form
"Let me talk to her," Shawna started towards the door.
"No," Steph shook her head. "I'll go." Steph followed Mary
into the hallway. Mary was in Shawna's bedroom. Her face was buried
in her hands, and she was crying. Steph sat next to Mary and put her
thick arm around the weeping teen. "Shh .." she brushed back the hair
from Mary's eyes and softly kissed her fluttering eyelids.
"It's never .. I'll never .." Mary sobbed, unable to speak
through the shuddering.
"Shh .." Steph gently lowered Mary's head into her wide lap.
Mary curled up her head and body into a fetal position.
"He's right .." Mary sobbed. "I'm a freak .. we're all
freaks. My mom .. my dad .. my family is never going to love me
again."
"And if you never admitted the truth, you wouldn't love
yourself either," Steph answered. "Would that be better?"
"Why does it have to hurt so much?" Mary wept. "Why can't I
just .. why can't we just ..?" She broke down again.
"Hush .." Steph petted the girl's soft brown hair. "You can't
change the way things are. No one can. I lost my family when I came
out. You might lose yours. Sometimes that's the price we pay for
honesty .. for truth .. for love."
"My mom and dad won't be like that .."
"You didn't think your brother would be either," Steph
observed. "Listen, I'm not trying to depress you more, but I have to
be honest. Don't ever expect anyone to understand or support you
except for the Sisters. We're the only ones who know the Truth.
We're the only ones who will ever love you unconditionally again."
"I hope you're wrong," Mary looked up into Steph's eyes. "I
have to have faith in my mom and dad and my family."
"I hope they don't hurt you," Steph stroked Mary's cheek with
the back of her fingertips.
"I .. I don't know how to say this," Mary stammered.
"What ..?"
"This," Mary raised her head and kissed Steph on the lips.
"Make love to me again," she whispered in the big girl's ear. "I want
to feel you all around me, inside of me .. everywhere."
Moments later, their souls were as naked as their bodies.
Mary lay on her back and sucked in Steph's essence. The large
lesbian lowered her face to Mary's aching pussy and her cunt to Mary's
ravenous mouth. Mary had heard of this position somewhere before,
only she never knew until now why it was called 69. They were
attached in an endless cycle, a ying and yang of mouth and cunt.
The seconds slipped through their bodies like fingers and
tongues. Mary felt hopelessly lost and totally safe all at the same
time. Time stopped when Steph's thighs closed around Mary's ears.
Mary bucked her hips into Steph's face, bathing the large girl's face
in the deluge her teenage passion. They buried themselves in each
other, like earthworms in search of moister, richer soil.