Authors: J. F. Gonzalez
A tip of the hat to G. Hof, Zack Venable, and Buddy
Martinez for inspiration they never could have imagined. And to Zack, Richard Long, Angel Garcia, Justin
Grave, and William Smith-any longtime buddies and
partners in crime. Your secret's safe with me.
October 5, 1955
Lititz, Pennsylvania
Their neighborhood was deserted. Nobody had seen her
get off the school bus at the corner of Lincoln and Elm on
the outskirts of town, heading toward Rothsville Road.
Bonnie Febray clutched her books to her chest, her skirt
flapping against her shapely legs as she commenced her
walk home. The autumn wind blew brittle leaves along
the sidewalk, and she could sense the approach of fall as
the skin along her arms rose to goose pimples at the sudden cold. She hugged herself. Football season was already well under way, and it was going to be a good year.
She was head cheerleader this year at Warwick High
School, she was dating Richard Swiegert, star quarterback of the team, and this was her senior year.
I'm on top of the world!
Traffic along Rothsville Road was light. There was a small development, about a half a mile from the White
Swan restaurant, where Rothsville Road curved into
Newport Road, and that is where she had gotten off. She
lived just four blocks down Elm Street, the direction in
which she was headed now. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was three-thirty PM. Mom was supposed to be at
Kenny's game this afternoon; they were playing Cocalico
in the Middle-School Division. They would get home
about the same time Dad arrived home from work at
Armstrong, and by then Bonnie would be home, clothes
changed, showered and fresh, the smell of sweat and sex
scrubbed off her. She felt her skin flush with excitement
and a rising sense of shame as she drew closer to her destination. She cast furtive glances around the neighborhood. Bobby Martin and his snot-nosed friends from up
the street weren't playing on their front porch-that was
a good thing. She paused as she approached her home,
looking around to see if anybody was around. She was
fairly confident no one was paying attention to her, so
she quickly walked past her house and darted up the
sidewalk, heading to the Smith house, a cute brick home
with a porch swing on the covered porch.
She darted up the steps to the porch and knocked on
the wooden screen door. Her heart was pounding. Her
stomach fluttered. Nerves. She didn't dare risk glancing
back over her shoulder. There was really no reason to be
ashamed. If anybody asked, she would simply explain
that Mabel wanted her to stop by and help her with the
bake sale that the First Methodist church was having next
Sunday. It was true; Mabel had asked her to help her prepare a batch of chocolate-chip cookies and a cake two
weeks ago. Bonnie had run to the store for ingredients
while Mabel took her kids, a son and a daughter, to the
Lititz Recreation Center. That's how it had started.
Now they were lovers.
Footsteps approached from behind the door and Bonnie felt her stomach sink further into nervous despair.
When it swung open, revealing Mabel's blond, slender
figure, Bonnie smiled. "Hi! Um, I can't stay long, but-"
"Come on in." Mabel smiled as she opened the door,
and Bonnie quickly scampered inside.
Behind closed doors, they embraced. Kissed. Tingles
of quivery sensation raced up and down Bonnie's spine.
She felt her nipples harden. Why can't Richard make me
feel like this? she thought as Mabel's hands and tongue
explored her mouth, her breasts.
Mabel smiled at her between kisses. -ibis is surprising.
I wasn't expecting to see you today."
Bonnie smiled, the shame and embarrassment of what
she was involved with-and with an older woman!rising to the surface. "I was thinking about you at school."
"That's nice."
Bonnie kissed her. "l don't have much time."
Mabel took the girl's hands and pulled her toward the
rear of the house, toward the basement. "You've come
just in time. I've got something to show you"
"What?" For the first time, Bonnie noticed that beneath
the red bathrobe Mabel was nude. Had she been playing
with herself before Bonnie showed up?
"A new game" Mabel pushed the door to the basement
open and smiled. "Come. You'll enjoy it"
Bonnie followed Mabel down the wooden stairs to the
dimly lit basement. It was finished, but crudely so. The
walls had been finished with rough concrete, wooden
beams exposing bare insulation along the ceiling. The
rear of the basement had a dirt floor, and it was here
where Mabel was leading her. There was some kind of
weird contraption on the dirt floor ... it looked like a
mishmash of black rope and silver chains.
Mabel led her to the strange contraption and smiled. She motioned toward it. "Let's get you out of those
clothes."
Bonnie began slipping out of her skirt and blouse, eyeing the bundle of leather on the floor. "You're not going to
whip me again, are you?"
"No, silly! It's a bondage harness."
Bonnie slipped out of her bra, her perky breasts firm
and supple. She kicked her shoes off and hesitated before pushing her panties down her legs. Mabel had
slipped out of her robe and Bonnie saw that she had, indeed, been engaged in pleasuring herself. The skin along
the back of the older woman's upper thighs and buttocks
was bright red. Flagellation had been the first thing Mabel had introduced the younger girl to, and Bonnie
found that she had actually enjoyed it.
"Let me help you slip into this," Mabel said.
Bonnie stood still while Mabel trussed her up. She
wound the leather straps around her waist and hips, then
around her legs, binding them together. Another strap
was wound up between her legs to another series of
crisscrossing straps that bound her arms up. Mabel raised
Bonnie's arms above her head, securing them together.
Then she attached a metal ring to a section of the strap
that lashed her wrists together, and another that bound
her ankles. She helped lower Bonnie to the dirt floor.
Bonnie felt the cold dirt along her ass as she waited, her
excitement rising as she watched Mabel secure both
ends of the harness to metal hooks in the ceiling. Then
she began hoisting her up off the floor.
Bonnie grinned as her body rocked to and fro. They
had played a similar game before in the bedroom Mabel
shared with her husband, only instead the older woman
had tied Bonnie to the bed. Are we going to-"
"Umm, hmmm," Mabel smiled. She inserted a red ball
gag in Bonnie's mouth and secured it with a leather strap behind her head. "I'm going to eat you up!"
Bonnie felt the cool air at her puckered nipples. Mabel
kissed each breast, chuckling as her teeth nipped lightly
at the skin. Then she worked her way down her navel to
her thighs. Bonnie sighed, eyes closed, the feathery, sensual feelings creating such a vertigo of feeling that it was
like a whirlpool. And when she felt Mabel's hand part her
legs, felt a finger work its way into her warm wetness, she
sighed.
For a moment she was lost in the sound and sensation
of Mabel's hands and lips. She felt herself getting wetter,
felt her heart race, unmindful now of the shame she
knew such a relationship would bring to her family
should they find out. She didn't care. The way Mabel
treated her made her feel a thousand times better than
any boy she had given herself to.
Mabel's lips ran kisses from the hollow of her throat, up
her face, and lightly kissed each closed eye. Bonnie
opened her eyes as Mabel's working fingers reached her
G-spot. Mabel leaned over her, her lips over her right eye.
You have such beautiful eyes, honey."
"Mmmm." Bonnie could taste the leather of the ball
gag; it made her quiver in anticipation. She opened her
eyes as her lover's warm breath brought more feathery
sensations to her face as she licked at the tender area of
her upper right eyelid.
Mabel's lips moved over Bonnie's right eye in a kiss as
her fingers worked their way in and out of her pussy
harder. 'then, just as Bonnie felt the first shudder of orgasm, Mabel's mouth pressed down over Bonnie's open
right eye and began to suck.
What the fuck? Bonnie instinctively flinched at the sudden pressure being applied to her eye and the feathery
sensations of pleasure turned into a sudden about-face
of panic and pain. She felt Mabel's tongue brush against the fluttery skin of her eyelid, heard the moist sucking
sound grow more frenzied as she squirmed and her
mind shot into panic mode. What the luck is she doing,
what the`
Then her right eye exploded into extreme pain.
Bonnie Fabray was beyond panic-now she was petrified. She struggled wildly in the bondage harness, rocking it in its secure straps as Mabel held her head in place
between her hands, her mouth forming a perfect suction
cup over her eye socket. Bonnie could feel the older
woman's teeth and tongue pull at the orb as her mouth
sucked at her eyeball the way a child will draw a thick
chocolate milk shake through a straw. The pain exploded
as Mabel jerked her head back in a spray of blood, a flap
of skin between her teeth, and the vision in Bonnie's
right eye went watery blurry.
She wasn't even aware she was trying to scream
through the ball gag. Mabel spit the flap of skin-my eyelid, was that my eyelid?-onto the ground and went at
her again. Bonnie howled through the gag, trying to flail
her head as the older woman clutched her face in her
hands. Warm blood spattered her cheeks. The pain
rocked through her face, echoing to the back of her
skull. Her panic reached overload; she wasn't even
aware of Mabel's tongue and teeth as her right eyeball
was simultaneously sucked and pulled out of the socket
by the combined force of Mabel's mouth and teeth.
Another explosion of pain, this one so great that everything went black.
Then, sudden consciousness.
The first thing she was aware of was the ferocious pain
in her right eye. Even opening her left eye brought fresh
waves of pain through her face. She tasted leather on her
tongue, felt the straps that bound her arms and legs together, and felt gunk in her left eye. She forced it open, agony rocking through her face, and through tear-blurred
vision she saw Mabel Schneider standing before her.
Mabel Schneiders face was bloodied, but she was
smiling. She was chewing something, and as Bonnie felt
her gorge rise, Mabel stepped forward and swallowed
something. "I just love your eyes," she said, as she leaned
over Bonnie Febray again for seconds.
They had set off at noon that day, heading north from Al-
iso Viejo on Interstate 5 toward Cambria, where they
were planning on visiting Hearst Castle in San Simeon.
They stopped in North Hollywood for lunch around two
P.M. at a Coco's restaurant that they spotted from the freeway. It was their first real vacation in over a year, they had
been looking forward to it for two months, ever since
Brad began to make the plans. Lisa was looking forward
to it. She knew it was going to be a romantic weekend,
and she was going to use the opportunity to tell her husband that she had just found out this morning that she
was pregnant.
They had been married for five years and had been
trying to get pregnant for the past two. After a year of no
results from their attempts, they had sought the help of a
fertility doctor. After a series of tests, it was concluded
that: a) Brad had a low sperm count, and b) Lisa's irregular periods made conception much more difficult. So be gan a nearly yearlong quest to correct the problem with
modern medicine. Numerous drugs and injections were
undertaken, and then once a month, when Lisa ovulated, they both went into her ob-gyn for an IUI. Of
course, they tried on their own every chance they had;
for six months nothing happened, and then she had her
last insemination two weeks ago. And with that came the
news she had been hoping and praying for.
It was hard to keep the news a secret. She had taken a
home pregnancy test Monday, and had gone into her
doctor's on Wednesday for a more definitive test. The
doctor's office had called this morning with the results.
"Congratulations!" the receptionist had said. "You are definitely pregnant." When Lisa heard the news she allowed
herself a small cry, and then quickly gained control of
her emotions. Brad had gone into the office briefly to finish some paperwork on a case, and she decided to tell
him over dinner tonight, in Cambria. She wanted to be
with him when she told him, letting her emotions convey
her happiness; she wanted the setting of a nice romantic
dinner to relay this wonderful news.
As they made small talk at the restaurant, Lisa played
out the scenario she had in mind for telling Brad, and reflected on the last few years of their married life. She had
felt a sense of despair during the past year they had been
trying to have a baby. There were thousands of women
who had babies that didn't appreciate the life they had
helped to create. She grew angry whenever she heard a
news story about a baby being abandoned in a trash
can. What the hell was wrong with people? There were
thousands of couples that would give anything to adopt a
child, and these selfish bitches dump their kids like so
much trash. It was pathetic. And then there were children
that grew up in disadvantaged homes. She knew that she
and Brad would be able to provide for their child above and beyond providing food and shelter. As lawyers, they
both had a combined yearly salary of just under three
hundred thousand dollars; their child would never have
to worry about being hungry. She knew that any child
she and Brad had would be well taken care of, both in
love and in security.
While Lisa usually didn't like to discuss personal stuff
at work, she had let it slip to her coworker, Danielle, that
she and Brad had reservations for Hearst Castle this
weekend. "San Simeon?" Danielle had said, smiling.
"How romantic!"