in your soul, don’t you Annie? Your soul is a servant’s soul, and it does what its master commands.”
Annie stood there bewildered, staring at me. I went over and sat in a chair-remembering Father. She kept turning to face me like a sunflower. It was marvelous to see her standing in that proper, Protestant room, dressed in her modest black Servant’s dress, holding her breasts and staring at me helplessly.
“But you’re only a baby of fourteen,” she pleaded. “You mustn’t expect…”
“Oh, but I do, Annie. I expect you to show me your big luscious tits and your hairy cunt and everything. I expect to suck your fat nipples and stick my fingers in your wet cunt- into your ass! You’ve never had a little boy’s cock in your mouth, Annie; and you want, it. I expect to fuck you until I’m satisfied. I expect to use you in whatever way pleases me.”
“O, Master Lars,” she moaned, “please! You mustn’t…” She was pleading now. There was no question of my power.
“But I must, Annie. And I will! Now I think we’ll begin by you turning around slowly so I can see what I’m getting.”
“Please…”
“Turn, Annie!”
She turned, begging me to stop. She turned until she was facing me again, still holding her breasts. Her eyes were wide and vacant now. Her hands went to the neck of her dress and began unbuttoning.
“I have to show myself to you, don’t I, Master Lars?”
“Why, Annie, you’re suggesting things for me to require. You want me to force you to take off your clothes, don’t you?”
“I have to take off my clothes, don’t I? You’re forcing me to show you my tits, aren’t you? I must show you my pussy right out here in the light because you demand it…” She was talking to herself. Her face was dazed. She let her dress slide to the floor. She was wearing a lacy white slip. “You want me to pull my slip down because it’s more obscene that way, don’t you?” She pulled down the straps and slid her arms out so the slip fell to her waist. I was startled to see that her brassiere was made so that her nipples stuck out red and bare through two holes.
“Why, Annie, what a whore’s brassiere you’re wearing.”
“Yes. Your father requires it.”
“Father?”
“Yes, he uses me now. Almost every day he uses me, and he says he likes to know when I’m serving dinner that I’m dressed like a whore on the other side of that dress.”
She was pulling at the nipples, teasing them. She pulled the slip down over her hips-with some difficulty. Her pants weren’t like the tight ones I’d seen, but were a little like shorts, all lacy and expensive-looking.
“You wouldn’t let me stop now, would you? I’ve got to show you everything I suppose?” She was like someone walking in their sleep.
“Yes, Annie, and do everything.”
“Everything!” She carefully reached inside the brassiere and lifted her breasts out so that they spilled over. They were different. They were very soft despite their firmness, and they looked like they were blanched by electric lights. They were totally sexual. The red nipples Were even more startling against their pallor. As she leaned forward to lower her pants, the breasts swung out huge. She stood up for me to look at her cunt. It was a forest of curling black hair. She’d dyed it! A great mane of it against her pale flesh. And white garter belt.
“You want me to keep the stockings on, don’t you, so I’ll look even more a whore?” She was stroking the hair on her cunt lovingly. “Probably you want to watch me play with myself like your father does, don’t you?” She sat on the couch opposite me, lifting her legs until her heels were on the edge. She opened her legs wide and began working her fingers inside the hair. She was stroking her body with the other hand, milking at her breasts and rolling the nipples between her thumb and finger. The right hand had two fingers into her hole and was stroking in and out. I could see the glistening. Then three fingers. This stretched her so that I could see the beautiful red flesh shining amid the fur. She had excited herself to the point where her mouth was open and her talk a jumble. I noticed my new camera lying on the table beside me.
“Is this my camera, Annie?”
“Yes, your mother had me take it into town to get it loaded with film for you.”
“And there is film in it now?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t really paying attention. Her eyes were half closed, and the fingers were fucking her faster and faster.
“Well, then, I think we might just take some pictures of you.” I picked up the camera.
“What?” She was startled, though the fingers continued softly to caress her. “Take pictures of me? Like this? None of them ever took pictures!”
“None of whom, Annie?”
“Well… just them.”
“Well, Annie,” I said in a firm voice. “Well, my other masters.”
“Then others have used you?”
“…Oh, yes. They always use me. The last master used to bring his friends home to have parties-and I was the entertainment. They used to take turns. His wife walked in one day unexpected when they were all at me at once.”
“And you like that?”
“Yes! Yes! I even liked getting caught. Having that lady seeing them doing those things to me. I’m really a whore, and I deserved it when they punished me.”
“Punished you?”
“Yes, for being so bad. I’d crawl to one of them and kneel there sucking his cock and the others would whip me as I sucked for being so bad.”
“But you also liked it. Not just because you were bad?”
“Yes! I love it! My father used to spank me when I was little. I could feel him getting excited as he hit me. I could feel it rising hard against me as I lay in his lap. The minute he pulled down my pants and got a look he’d get hard. And after his eyes would be all bright and shiny. I loved it! I loved my father so much. I used to sneak to their door when they were making love and listen. After a while she’d begin calling his name and sobbing, ’Come! Come! Come’ and he’d start shouting and say he was in heaven. All the time when I would go to church I’d think they said: ’Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come.’ I thought hallowed meant to holler his name like Mother when she got wild. And that ’Thy Kingdom’ was a form of address like ’Your Grace,’ or ’Your Worship.’ I thought they were praying for my father to come. It made church a sexual place for me. And all my life I have gone to confession and told obscene accounts of my sins to the younger priests. Some of them become my fans. I can hear them masturbating in their side of the confessional. Sometimes they get brave enough to make my penance coming to see them after the church closes. Sometimes they fuck me on the altar. One used to wet the holy wafers in my cunt and eat them. Often we pray aloud while they fuck me.”
I was taking pictures as fast as I could wind the camera. I noticed her eyes were fixed on a large crucifix over the radio. I handed it to her. She carefully slid it into her cunt and began working it in and out. I got down on my knees with the camera to get a better view.
“But I’m afraid to be photographed; Master Lars. What if someone saw them? Why do you want pictures now that you know you can have me when you want?”
“Because it’s different, Annie. Because it makes it possible to experience you more in a different way. Now I’m so excited that all you do seems natural; but some evening when Louise is playing the piano, I’ll take out these pictures and know how completely wild you are. I will be able to see the beauty of you in a different way. I can fix it. Isolate it. It’s like being able to open my wallet and have the thunder of you there!”
“I suppose I don’t have any choice?”
“None.”
“I love that. Here. Photograph me.” She took out the crucifix, licked the wet Christ clean and put it aside. Then she opened her cunt with her fingers so I could see everything. Then she took one pose after another.
She was getting more and more excited as I continued photographing. Finally she was so wild she crawled to me and began begging to be fucked. Over and over. Finally she timidly reached up, opened my fly and let my rigid cock out. A long shudder went over her.
“Please let me suck it,” she said. “I’ve never had a little boy’s cock. It looks so clean and smooth. And look
