Julie
Chapters 25 and 26
Chapter Twenty-five
Julie watched, held by two girls, from the wing as Amy was sentenced. The court found four to one against her. Mr. Strong gave the verdict. Julie shook the restraining hands from her, saying, “I’m not going to do anything.”
“Amy Johnston, you’ve been found guilty of being a foul secret harlot, and sentence will be carried out shortly. You may remain in school, but evidence of your state must be made plain to all. Or, as an alternative, your parents may choose to try to hide their shame by sending you away.
“The attempts by defense to color these proceedings is shameful. Amy, you cannot have been raped if no one came to your aid. No one came to your aid because you didn’t cry out, Julie’s dubious evidence to the contrary. The fact that defense made us all a witness to your shame is outrageous.
“The executioners approach. Miss Johnson, we hope you have begun a strong practice of prayer for the Lord’s forgiveness of your sins in the next world. We pray for you in this one.” Mr. Strong stepped back.
Generally, in the few outings Julie had seen, the ho was disrobed, used on stage and then handed to the audience. It was unusual for a ho after such treatment in two assemblies to return to school the next day.
Amy was made to stand, still hooded and handcuffed, and a boy used a pair of scissors to cut the sack from her body. There were bruises on the part of her legs that were bare. Her blouse was cut away, and her bra, showing bruises and marks from the other night. Amy was silent.
Her skirt was cut off next leaving her panties, a pair similar to those Julie had seen on the wall. The audience was unusually quiet.
“Continue,” prompted Mr. Strong.
Amy’s underwear were removed, and then the hood. Julie didn’t think Alexander realized Amy might mark so readily. Her body was a mass of bruises and cuts, one eye was swollen shut, and Julie had to look away.
“No,” the girl said next to her.
“Continue,” Mr. Strong prompted.
The twelve boys looked at each other. Julie saw Amy raise her head and look to the audience.
Jim jumped to his feet, “Foul wanton.”
Someone laughed nervously. Julie couldn’t tell if it was someone near her, on stage or in the audience. She saw Jim stride across the stage, followed by coach Busoni.
“If you touch her, I’ll--“ the coach yelled.
“Let us pray,” the principal said. As he went to the front of the stage he said, “Get her out of here.”
As the principal prayed, the coach and art teacher argued and Amy was led into the wings.
“Come on, Amy,” Crissi said. “Julie, you stay here.” Crissi grinned. “I need to borrow your sackcloth.”
Julie pulled the scratchy garment over her head. “Take it. Where’s Jerry and Frank?”
“Jerry’s trial is coming up next.” Crissi handed the sack to Amy. “Put this on if you want.”
“You’re kidding,” Julie said.
“Stay here.” Crissi turned to Amy. “Ready?”
“Amy, I’m sorry,” Julie said.
Amy turned to her. “How could you? I loved him.”
Julie stared. Amy looked confused, Crissi touched her arm and she followed Crissi, the bag covering most of the bruises. Julie watched them leave, not understanding, and turned back to the stage. The principal was talking to the coach and art teacher, an arm across each one’s shoulder, as he walked them back to their seats. Jerry was seated on the stool, Frank by his side.
Mr. Strong returned to his seat. “We’ll continue the first trial. Mr. Damare, you’ve been expelled.”
“There is nothing in the regulations saying the prisoner has to be defended by a student.”
“We’re running out of time. Stay for sentencing.” Mr. Strong went to the front of the stage. “Mr. Duell could not be contacted but we have enough evidence to convict, and no exculpatory evidence so we’ll proceed. How does the court find the accused?”
Jim stood first. “Guilty. All too guilty.”
Coach Busoni stood. “I wish to reserve judgment.”
“Guilty or not,” Mr. Strong said.
“Not guilty. He’s a good boy. Everyone knows it.” He sat heavily.
Mr. Trakis said, “Guilty. Next year I hope to be allowed to take an outed faggot into my class. I believe that by the end of the year I can convert him totally into a heterosexual. Flawed, but perhaps an appropriate partner for one of the fallen.”
“The school board must decide that. Mr. Ryley?”
“Guilty, though I wish it weren’t so.”
The last member of the court stood. “I wish to make note of a number of peculiarities of these two cases. The same accuser, who chose not to be present as is permitted, but the counter accusations are troubling. I can’t help but believe the prisoner in this case was accused because he could provide damning evidence against the accuser in the second. If it were possible, I would retract my verdict after seeing the evidence of the girl’s own body. She was forced--“
Jim broke in. “Do we really need to listen to this?”
“The verdict, Mr. Trager.”
“Not guilty. Both of them. And I think it’s high time Mr. Fox graduate instead of impersonating a ninth grader all these years. I--“
Mr. Strong stood. “Jeremiah Fletcher, you’ve been found guilty--“
“I think that the insinuation of agents into--“
“We can discuss this in private, Bob.”
“These are innocents led astray by the very forces meant to--“
“We’ll discuss this later.”
“We’re being preyed upon--“
“Sergeant-at-arms,” Mr. Strong shouted. “Escort Mr. Trager from the stage.”
“Savages. The ones who call themselves the Select are savages. Who will protect us? Who will defend our children against their onslaught?”
“Time to go,” Crissi said, touching Julie’s arm.
“Wait.”
“No, we really need to go.”
Julie saw Frank help Jerry off the stool.
“Come on.”
Julie waited until Frank and Jerry were with them and then she followed quickly. Frank tore off Jerry’s hood and he and Crissi guided Jerry through the back of the stage to the hall leading to the door.
“Where’s Amy?”
“Her parents are taking her.”
Julie was the last through the door into the bright sunlight. “Where are we going?”
“Away from here,” Crissi said. “We can’t stop and talk.”
Julie heard the bell ring, followed them around the front of the auditorium to the sidewalk that would lead them to the parking lot. Students left classrooms and began to head toward the auditorium and the second set of trials, using same evidence, accused and execution. After witnessing this outing, she wondered how the outed hos and faggots were able to face a reprise of their ordeal. She’d never thought much about the process, never noticed it in fact.
“What are they doing back there?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m pissed as hell.”
“They are too. Don’t you think Jim did a good job?”
“You’re kidding. I’m so mad at him I could--“
“You should have been quicker on accepting a date.” Crissi grinned. “At least I got a taste.”
“Isn’t someone going to take these things off me?” Jerry stumbled briefly.
“Almost there. You’re so brave,” Frank said, “and cute, and those cuffs,” Frank held him as Jerry stumbled again, “are just to to. We’re keeping them on until after the celebration.”
“Someone has a key, right?” Julie said.
“Hey, faggot,” a voice said to their right.
“Go on,” Julie said. She stood as Lance approached.
“Out of my way,” Lance said. He pushed at her.
Julie wished she had her knife. She didn’t so she kicked him in the balls. Or close enough.
“Hey?” he said, dancing back.
“You make one step closer and I’ll cripple you. I swear I will.”
“Julie,” Frank shouted.
“Understand?” Julie watched him for a minute, turned and ran to the parking lot.
Jerry and Crissi were in the back seat; Frank had the silver Chevy’s motor running as it stood by the curb, door open for her. She jumped in.
“Assembly is letting out,” Crissi said.
“All in?” Frank asked.
“All in,” Julie saw Lance talking to BJ.
“Away we go.”
“You mean we miss the second assembly?” Julie turned to Frank.
“We get out of town fast, dear heart, though another go would have been fun, but risky.”
“Get me out of these,” Jerry said.
“I want to feel your fingers tickle me as I fuck your sweet faggoty ass.” Frank laughed. “Oh how I do.”
Julie turned to Frank. “But he’s so uncomfortable. Someone has a key, don’t they?”
“They neglected to give us a key, dear heart. He’ll just have to rough it for a bit.” Frank said into the rearview mirror, “You can rough it can’t you, you pussy boy, you?”
“Crissi,” Julie said, “why don’t you give him a blowjob? Pretend it’s Frank, Jerry.”
“Keep your mitts off me, wench.” Jerry giggled. “Hey, no fair.”
“When you get tired, I can take over.” Julie turned to Frank. “Are we going anywhere in particular?”
“North or south. I’m partial to Costa Rica. In Canada they do speak English but it’s so cold there. Dear heart, you’d be one giant shiver and no fun at all.”
“Speak English and French, the language of love, wink wink.”
“Oh God forbid.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Julie woke up in the motel room in a small town about two hundred miles from home and felt Frank and Jerry on either side of her. Crissi was next to Frank or Jerry; nothing was planned, this was how everybody ended up tonight. She squirmed out of bed, went to the bathroom and turned on the light. A copy of the Story of O, a paperback without a front cover, lay on the counter where she’d left it earlier.
Her suitcase was the heaviest of all because it held the books Frank and Jerry wanted to bring. There were clothes for her too. A pair of high heeled shoes that almost fit, a flimsy dress made of fabric that was slippery and lightweight. Crissi’s suitcase held actual clothing -- Crissi could travel as a ho or assume a variety of other roles: schoolgirl, wife, waitress.
Julie didn’t need to go to the bathroom, she just felt like reading some more.
“What would have become of her if she had been granted the right to speak and the freedom of her hands, if she had been free to make a choice when her lover prostituted her before his own eyes?” Julie shut the book.
So much of O’s experience mirrored her own but with major differences. Julie was a ho by choice, she permitted Frank and Jerry a great deal of license because she trusted them to know her needs and wishes. O submitted to René and Sir Stephen and what she did fulfilled her needs because her volition was taken from her control. O was prostituted because she had no choice and by not having a choice . . . Julie needed to talk to them a little about this. Discern the differences. Frank chose the book, did that mean he wanted her to be his O? If so, she’d probably disappoint him.
Julie picked up the book and was peeking ahead when Jerry said, “Hogging the seat again?”
She got up. “Sorry. Just reading.”
Jerry lifted the seat and peed. Julie watched this with interest. Penises were still new to her and the variety of tricks they could perform seemed endless. Jerry flushed the toilet, grinned at her and went back to bed.
Julie returned to the toilet seat. If Jerry was awake, then Frank would be woken. If those two started, there was an even chance Crissi would get involved too. She couldn’t tell by listening so went back to peeking ahead.
She thought she should have a ring like O or some other symbol of her relationship. While any man might use her, her use was pretty much limited to Frank’s and Jerry’s. Not counting last night which might have been Frank’s way of watching her be prostituted. She liked being watched so that was okay.
Crissi came into the bathroom. “Hard to sleep with all the flailing about.” She yawned and sat on the edge of the tub. “Have you come to my favorite part yet?”
“What is it?”
“When I first read the book it was when Stephen brings O to a restaurant, a private dining room, and has O sit, partially naked holding her breasts. Stephen tells the two men there what she is but the author doesn’t quote the words. After dinner O is given to the two men to use as they wish and Stephen leaves.”
Julie shook her head. “Just two?” she said with a smile.
“I know, that part is disappointing.” Crissi scratched her leg. “But the third part, where Stephen takes her to Anne-Marie’s. A house full of women. No men. That appeals to me.”
“Even though you don’t think O is used by enough men.”
“One good man’s enough.”
Julie put the book on the counter. “What do you want?”
“Canada probably makes more sense but Costa Rica would be more fun.”
“What do you think is happening back home?”
“Nothing. On the surface everything is the same. A lot of kids know something is screwy and probably Alexander wasn’t there yesterday. Most will have problems talking about it with their parents. Eyes were opened at the assembly but it’s easier to keep them closed. I was going to call Clara tomorrow evening. She’ll be able to tell us. It’s a big country and change will take time.” She yawned. “Maybe they’ve settled down in there.”
Julie said, “Wait a minute. If I go to Canada or Costa Rica I become a good girl again and I’m not sure I want to be a good girl.”
“You can’t be naked when you’re out of the house, but nothing really changes. There are ways to let people know what you want.”
“I’m not so good at that. I’ve been trying to let you know, by subtle means or not, that I’d love to join you.”
Crissi grinned. “You need to practice. I thought you wanted to read.”
“I can read anytime.”
“Interrupting anything?” Frank said. His glasses were on crooked.
Julie got off the toilet and sat beside Crissi. Frank lifted the lid and peed while he scratched his butt. Julie winked at Crissi who grinned back. Frank set the seat back down and sat facing them. “Decide yet?”
“Jerry has the cutest ass,” Julie said.
“Jerry’s not here.”
“For a boy you’re okay. Second cutest.”
“Thanks. Do you know what time it is?”
“About five I think.”
“You’re not talking much, Crissi.” Frank straightened his glasses.
“We’ve not decided yet. Canada or Costa Rica.”
“Mexico’s okay too.”
Julie watched them. “There are four of us. We all have to agree on the same thing?”
“That’s the plan.” Frank crossed his legs.
“Don’t be shy,” Crissi said. “I like Mr. Snail.”
“Do you like it,” Julie asked him, “when I’m prostituted for you?”
“Like last night? Yes. It makes me nervous too.”
“Why?” Julie put her arm around Crissi. “And why me and not Crissi?”
“Crissi’s her own boss, I guess. With you I get the feeling I can do something crazy and you’ll like it.”
“Do you believe him?” Julie asked Crissi.
“I think I scare him a little.”
“Pick a number between one and five.”
“Two.”
“You pick a number,” Julie said to Frank.
“Five.”
“Both of you are wrong so I guess you lose.” Julie leaned into Crissi. “Bring me off so he can watch us.”
Julie felt Crissi’s fingers stroke her bare vulva. She watched Frank’s eyes as Crissi opened the labia and touched her clit. “We’re at Anne-Marie’s, Frank. Crissi’s favorite place, and all you are allowed to do is to watch. You are the reader.” She watched his eyes shift from their faces to Crissi’s hands, up and down. “We’ll get rings tomorrow for me and you and Jerry if you like. The ring will signify I’m yours, to use as you wish. Crissi you’ll have to ask first. Like on a date.”
Julie shut her eyes. “Tonight, I’m Crissi’s so she can do what she wants with me. She can stop, she can torture me in an infinite number of ways. Show Frank what you can do.”
Crissi left her and came back, touching her shoulder and telling her to get up. Julie kept her eyes shut, swayed after standing because her balance wasn’t the same with her eyes shut.
Crissi said, “I’m going to place your brand here, Frank.” Julie felt Crissi’s hands stroke her butt. “And she’ll have iron rings down here.” The hand stroked her labia. “But you can’t fuck her while she’s mine. Tomorrow you’ll take her from me, but the brand and rings will make her just as much mine as yours. In exchange for this slave, you’ll give me a ring and use me as Julie was Monday night. How many were there?”
“I don’t know,” Julie said.
“Julie will take me. While she has me I’ll receive the brand and rings which show I’m yours and hers.”
“And when I’m done,” Julie said, “you can take her because she is yours.”
Jerry said from the doorway, “I don’t get a secret code ring?”
“Jerry is one of us,” Crissi said. “I’m giving you to him.”
Hands took her and led her out of the bathroom. Julie kept her eyes shut. She was forced to her knees, pressed against the bed. She felt them move around her. The bed shifted and she could almost make out what they said.
A hard cock entered her ass and she was pushed forward. She felt Crissi’s smooth legs and smelled her cunt before her tongue tasted it. Not far away she could hear the sounds of Frank using Crissi’s mouth.
Jerry began to fuck and Julie’s body was thrown against the bed. Jerry held her shoulders as he rammed her, slow thorough strokes. Julie opened her eyes and watched Crissi’s breasts shake as the bed was jolted, Crissi’s cunt was licked and her mouth fucked. Frank’s eyes were riveted to a spot above Julie’s head and she knew he and Jerry were ogling each other.
Frank finished first, climbed over Crissi holding his hard cock. His thighs were by Julie’s face as Jerry stopped fucking and sucked him. Crissi’s orgasm was next, arching her pelvis and twisting.
“Hold her,” Julie said. “The brand is next.”
Frank held Crissi, lay across her breasts. Julie licked, not giving Crissi a break as she jolted along. Jerry’s cock fucked again and Julie felt more than heard him pant over her. He stopped, retreated a fraction and then buried himself in her. “Turn your head,” he said.
Julie lay on Crissi’s shuddering thighs and felt Jerry’s tongue lick her cheek. He let go of her and backed away. She relaxed a minute and then said, “The brand. Prepare her for the brand.”
Crissi whimpered as Julie climbed over her. She lowered her cunt to Crissi’s mouth and used her fingers to fuck Crissi’s cunt. “We must,” Julie said and paused, “we must hold the brand against her skin for five seconds.” Julie paused. “An eternity.” Julie touched Crissi’s clit and Crissi’s body shuddered. “One.” It would be a long count for the brand to take. “Canada’s my choice, Frank.”
Jerry laughed, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, Frank by his side. Frank shrugged. “Canada’s okay, I guess.”
“You said we were going to Costa Rica. Remember?” Jerry stared at Frank. “Remember?”
Crissi wasn’t able to attend to Julie’s cunt. She twitched under Julie.
“What’s your vote, Crissi?”
Crissi moaned, jumped when Julie touched her clit. “Two,” Julie said.
“You said we’re going to Costa Rica.” Jerry gave Frank a pained expression. “I didn’t pack any winter things.”
“Costa Rica okay with you, Crissi?” Julie stroked Crissi’s clit as she thrashed under her. “I think Crissi says yes. Costa Rica’s okay with me too.”
“How long are you planning to torment the poor girl?” Frank asked. He kissed Jerry’s hand, lowered it to his lap.
“Twenty minutes more,” Julie said.
“Noooo!” Crissi moaned.
“That’s a vote for Canada,” Julie said. She licked Crissi’s clit.
“Oh God.”
“I think, young lady,” Frank said, “you are going to be in for it when it’s your turn.”
“That’s my hope,” Julie said. “Three.”
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