Harlots Must Be Punished

Harlots Must be Punished

Prologue

As she strode along the narrow road, Mindy began to consider her life to this point and wonder where she might go from here. As a 22-year-old junior at Goucher College outside of Baltimore in the year 1939, she had a full life to look forward to, as a teacher and hopefully a wife and mother, after she graduated. Life had been pretty good to her up to the previous year.

Oh, there had been a few bumps now and then, but she’d managed to adjust her life to overcome them. Her Mom’s death last year had been the biggest blow. They’d been so close, and she particularly regretted not having her mom to counsel her, when she had problems to work out.

God knew the family ties were really severed now. As an only child, she’d had a pretty good childhood, and, until her Mom got sick with cancer five years earlier, her folks and she had been really close. She had loved her dad, but then she found out shortly before she went away to college that he’d been having a long affair with his secretary since her early teens.

The last straw came when, six months after her mom died, he’d married the bitch. It was fairly obvious to Mindy that the bitch, Gloria, by name, was also a gold-digger. Not even particularly attractive, she must be a whiz-bang in bed, was all Mindy could think.

And that was the reason she was out hiking on this lonesome road by herself, instead of going home for Spring break. Every one of her friends and classmates were either at home with their families or sunning themselves in Daytona, which she opted out of for lack of finances. She couldn’t imagine having to spend ten days with her father and the bitch.

So she’d decided to relive a happier time in her life. She remembered camping out with her parents at the age of nine or ten not far from Sutton, West Virginia and what a wonderful time she’d had, sleeping out in a tent and climbing the rock abutment nearby. Since then she’d found she loved rock-climbing and couldn’t wait for the opportunity to check this one out again.

She had enough food with her in her backpack for a couple of days and figured she could just sleep out under the stars for a couple of nights. The weather was supposed to be warm for the next week and she was basking in the warmth of the sun as she hiked along. Then she saw the outcropping some distance away, back from the road up ahead, and she hurried up her pace.

When she reached the rock formation, she was a little surprised at how high and steep it was. It appeared to rise some fifty or sixty feet up. Then she remembered that her dad had forbidden her to climb any more than ten or fifteen feet up, when they had visited back in 1926 or 27.

She welcomed the chance to climb all the way up this time. Placing her back-pack at the foot of the outcropping, she moved over to the rocks. The first twenty feet up were a breeze, and her confidence grew, as she reached up and grabbed another crag in the rocks. She moved her foot up to the next slot in the ledge and pushed herself up. She had just reached for another handhold, when the rock her foot was resting on gave way completely, and she began to slide.

She tried to grab hold of another rock but missed, and, as she slid the next four or five feet, she felt her jeans tearing down by her thighs, and then a terrible pain ripping the skin of her thigh. The pain was so intense that she instinctively reached down to grab her thigh. She tumbled the full distance down the rocks, hitting her head when she reached the bottom and knocking herself out completely. She lay unconscious at the foot of the outcropping for several minutes, before a young teenager, perhaps 16 or 17, came upon her.

Chapter 1

“Look what I found, Mama! She was just a-lying thar by the rocks. Kin I keep her, Mama?”

The boy stood in the doorway with the girl in his arms. She was still unconscious, and blood was dripping from a deep gash in her ripped jeans on the right side. It was also fairly obvious to the boy’s mother that the girl’s left ankle was broken, as it dangled oddly to the side.

“Git her in here, boy! Put her on my bed for right now. Hand me them scissors. I got to cut these pants off’n her, so’s I kin take care of this cut on her laig.”

She untied the shoe on the broken foot, none too gently, and removed it and the sock, as her son removed the other shoe and sock. She then set about cutting up both legs of the jeans, before unbuttoning the front and sliding the pants from under the girl.

The boy’s eyes lit up, as he saw the still unconscious girl lying in her silky underpants. They were thick enough that he could see nothing of her sex, but he knew what was there beneath, and just the thought of it excited him. His mother first set to mopping away the oozing blood from the wide cut on Mindy’s leg. She made a poultice of an old family remedy, some herbs mixed in with flour and some water. She used some torn sheeting to wrap around the wound.

“We’re gonna have t’ take her shirt off, too. It’s got blood all over it.” Mama unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and drew the flaps to the sides of Mindy’s body, exposing her chest, as she slid the arms down and pulled the shirt off of the still unconscious girl.

“Look, Mama! She ain’t wearin’ no brassiere!”

“Only a hussy’ld walk round without a brassiere!”

“Well, they ain’t real big, air they?  Not like yourn.  But she’s got real big suckers on th’ end. Can I suck on ‘em, Mama?”

“Maybe later, Elton-Baby. First, I gotta git a splint on thet ankle. Fetch me a coupla short thick sticks from out’n the wood pile. I need to take these here panties off’n, too, ‘cause they got all bloody, too.”

Elton waited to see Mindy’s treasure exposed, and they both gasped as the panties were slid down and off Mindy’s legs. Elton’s eyes lit up as he gazed upon the hairless crotch of the comatose female.

“A harlot! She’s a harlot. What kinda girl would cut off all the hair ‘round her privates but a nasty harlot?”

Elton stood dumbfounded as he gazed upon the first vagina he’d ever seen, hairless or otherwise. He decided it was prettier than he had suspected in any of his prior ruminations on the subject.

He continued to gaze in rapturous splendor until his mother’s voice harshly reminded him he was to find a couple of short branches in the woodpile. He wasted no time in finding the wood and handing it to his mother. She in turn began to wrap the wood around Mindy’s ankle with a long piece of rope. He, in the meantime, continued to wonder at his luck in finding this wonderful prize, harlot or no.

At this point the unconscious girl began to moan, slightly at first, but becoming louder as she began to stir, and the pain in her thigh and broken ankle began to take effect. Mama finished with the ankle brace, and she and Elton stood staring down at the girl, as she gradually woke, Mama with disdain and Elton in pleasured awe.

Elton stared at those fat labial lips and the long slit between them, thinking it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.

Eventually Mindy’s eyes fluttered open, noticing first these two strangers staring down at her and then becoming aware of the fact that she was totally devoid of clothes. One hand shot up to cover her breasts as best she could, and the other down to hide her femininity.

“Harlot! Don’t try to make lak yer embarrassed. Any womern that goes around with her titties jumpin’ around and her womanhood without a hair to cover it is a harlot! Shame on you, womern. You should be horse-whipped!”

“Wwhere am I?”

“Never ya’ mind where ya’ are. It’s what ya’ are. That’s what’s important. You ain’t nothin’ but a cheap whore.”

“Please, I’m not like that!“

“Don’t tell me. I kin tell yer type a moll away. How many men fucked you up t’ now?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve had four lovers. Two in high school and two in college.”

“Aha! That’s what I thought! Yer a whore!”

“I’m not either.”

“As far as ah’m concerned, y’are. Well, God brought y’here fer a reason, harlot. My boy, he ain’t  all thar in the head, but he’s a good boy. He ain’t never seen a nekid girl afore, much less played with one. Oh, I used to let him suck on my titties win he was eight ‘r nine, ’cause he had asthma when he were a babe, an’ I had to give him a bottle steada feedin’ him on ma’ tits. But ah had to stop’m, ‘cause he were givin’ me all kinds a shivers suckin’ on me. Now you’re here, n’ he kin suck on yourn all he wants.”

Mindy crossed both arms over her breasts, cuddling them tightly. “I’ll be damned if he will. Get me my clothes now! I’m getting out of here.”

“You ain’t goin’ nowheres, bitch. In th’ first place your ankle’s broke, n’ in the second place, I ain’t lettin’ ya.”

The woman hauled her hand back and slapped Mindy across the face as hard as she could, snapping her head to the side. Taken totally by surprise, Mindy let out a scream, and tears began to well up in her eyes. They began to course down her face, when Mama smacked her equally hard with the other hand. In defense, Mindy raised both hands to shield her face, at which point Mama slammed her hand across Mindy’s left breast, grazing her long rigid nipple.

When Mindy brought one hand down to protect her aching breast, Mama countered with a powerful slap, delivered directly to Mindy’s hairless pussy. This elicited a fearsome screech from Mindy’s lips, before she broke down totally and began sobbing hysterically.

“Now thin, hussy, you make up yer mind rat now, yer gonna do as I say. Ma boy’s gonna learn all about womern and they wiles and dirty ways, n’ yer gonna teach him. An’ if I don’t lack the way yer showin’ him, I’m gonna beat ya ‘til ya do. Ya’ got me!”

With this she hauled off and smacked Mindy across the face again, bringing fresh gasps and tears.            

Chapter 2

Several minutes passed as Mama went to soak Mindy’s bloody panties and shirt in cold water. Mindy continued to cry the whole time, wondering what kind of Hell she’d gotten herself into.

Elton spent the entire time gazing down at his new toy, still gaping at Mindy’s exposed sex, not quite sure why she didn’t have a dangler between her legs like he did. As a matter of fact he was a little surprised to notice that his dangler wasn’t dangling right now. It was getting stiff, like it did when he played with it, and that stuff squirted out of it.

“’kay, Boy. Set yrself down thar on the bed n‘ start suckin’. She’s awaitin’ on ya.”

Elton sat next to Mindy and began to lower his head toward her chest. Suddenly Mindy raised her arm and crossed her breasts with it.

“No, please, I don’t want you to. Please don’t.”

Mama took her finger and poked it into the flesh of Mindy’s broken ankle.

“AAAiiieeeeoooo! Oh, no, please.” Her arm remained hiding her chest, grabbing her side even harder.

Mama made one more poke., This time it was almost a punch.

“OOOOHHHHHH, GOdddddddd! All right, all right.” This time she flung her arm to her side, leaving herself totally open to Elton’s devises.

He wasted no time, sweeping his mouth down to Mindy’s waiting nipple, devouring the entire puffy areole and long erect brown nubbin perched atop it.  Seconds later the sound of his tongue slurping the protuberance could be heard throughout the room. Mama smiled as Mindy, in turn, gave a pitiful little sigh. Elton proceeded to suck and suck, soon slavering spittle all over Mindy’s now goose-pimpled boob.

Apparently he tired of inhaling the one breast, because he jumped up and ran around the bed to drop down on the other side, instantly repeating his actions on Mindy’s left nipple. Again, the slurping became most audible, before he finally sucked in as much of her tit as he could get in his mouth. This continued for only a few seconds, before he went back to sucking on the nipple alone. He began inventing now, chewing the nipple a bit, then actually beginning to bite rather hard.

“UNNNughhh…No please…you’re hurtinnnnng me!  Pleeeease….stoppppp!”

Elton ignored Mindy’s supplication, continuing to nibble and mash Mindy’s tender pacifier.

“OHHH Godddd…PLEEEEASE..itttt hhhurrrttts! SSSSTTTtoooopppp!”  Mama smiled at Mindy’s attempts to get Elton to stop the pain. Eventually he apparently tired of his machinations, releasing her now reddened nipple and rising with an expression of delight on his face.

“Thet were fun, Mama. We should do thet lots!” Again, Mama gave her son a big grin. “Ah’m glad y’ had a good tom, son.” He ran to his mama and hugged her.

Mindy, sobbing and moaning turned over on her side, shielding herself from the pair, curling up into the fetal position and gently massaging her throbbing painful breasts.

“Now, Elton, honey, it’s tom we got somethin’ t’ eat. Let’s leave th’ whore here to think ‘bout what she got t’ do from here on in. Whores don’ deserve t’ eat.”

Mindy turned over on her back to look at them pleadingly.

“Oh, please, my ankle hurts so much. Please take me to a hospital.”

“Lis’n, Bitch! Th’ nearest hospital’s in Charleston, forty ‘r fifty molls from here. Ah ain’t got no car, so you ain’t goin’ to no hospital. Y’ jus gotta larn to live with th’ pain.”

“What about food. How do you get that?”

“Ah got a frien’ comes by onest a month n’ takes us to the store ‘bout two molls down th’ road. He were here three days ago…so y’ ain’t goin’ nowheres ‘til he comes next month, ‘n I ain’t sher ‘bout lettin’ y’ go even thin. Come on, Elton.”

Once again the pitiable sobbing began.          

Chapter 3

The set-up in the small house was such that there was only the one big room, with beds on each side of the room, the kitchen table in the middle and a wood stove and small sink on the back wall between the beds. There was a large rocker situated by Mama’s bed and two chests of drawers, one by each bed. Those were the only pieces of furniture in the house, other than two old steel-frame kitchen chairs by the table. A well that fed water to the sink was not far from the house, and an outhouse stood near the back of the house.

As a result, Mindy could smell the dinner that Mama and Elton were eating, and she was so hungry, she wanted to beg for something to eat, but she knew what the answer would be. What was even worse was her thirst. Her backpack had a small jug of water in it, but she didn’t see it in the house and assumed it was still out by the rock formation.

When they had finished eating, Mama and Elton washed and dried the dishes and finally came back to stand by the bed.

“PPpplease, could I have some water. I’m very thirsty.”

“Ah brung ya a bowl to pee ‘n do your dookey in. Ah’ll put it by the bed. As fer the water, Ah got some’n Ah bet y’ll lak even better. Since poor Elton ain’t never been with a womern afore ‘n yer gonna teach him all he needs to know, Ah fig’r y’ kin start off by givin’ him a nice blow-job, n’ yer free to swaller anythin’ he has to offer. Y’ probly lak the stuff, as ‘sperienced as y’are.”

“No, no, I’ve only done it once, and I wouldn’t swallow. I didn’t enjoy it at all.”

“Well, now’s yer chance’t larn t’like it. N’ y‘ better swaller.Ah want Elton to have a real good tom. Poor boy don’t git much fun ‘cause we’re s’ far from evrythin’. Now, Elton,honey, y’ take off all yer clothes ‘n git up thar on th’ bed with th’ whore.”

Elton had stripped everything off in less than half a minute, as Mindy begged Mama to reconsider. “No, please don’t. I’ll do anything else, but not that.”

“Ain’t much else ya can do, is thar, Bitch! Tell ya what. Y’ run around the house and ah’l stop him.”

Mindy looked at Mama with a puzzled expression, as Elton climbed on the bed to stand over his prisoner. Mindy looked up at him, and the first thing she noticed was his fully erect penis bobbing above her face. It wasn’t the largest of the four men she’d made love to before, but it was thick and easily six to seven inches long.

As he lowered himself to his knees, she could smell the ripeness of his groin. It was obvious that baths were a rare commodity in this household.

“Ya bite ‘m an’ yer gonna be missin’ a tittie, whore! Now, jus’ slide thet old whacker in’r mouth, boy.”

Mindy held her breath as he slid his erection up to her mouth and slipped the head between her lips. He held the head there in her mouth, savoring the feel of her lips and wet tongue. Unfortunately she had to breathe finally, and the aroma almost knocked her out.

She took another breath and began running her tongue over the head, figuring that if she could get the main part washed off, the smell wouldn’t be so overpowering. Elton proceeded to push deeper, so that she had almost the full length of his putrid dick in her mouth, and she busied herself getting the whole prong coated with her saliva. She could feel the head pushing against her uvula, but it had not affected her gag reflex, and she was thankful for that. He seemed to be satisfied letting her do the work, without moving in and out, until he began sighing and moaning slowly. Suddenly she could tell he was not far from climaxing, as he began to saw his prick in and out of her mouth rapidly, and, as he continued, suddenly he was jabbing himself deep into her mouth, the head probing her throat. Now her gag reflexes began to react, and she was coughing and sputtering as best she could.

Then the head of his penis hit her throat and didn’t move. Her breath was cut off completely, as she felt the boy’s spunk hurtling down her gullet. He didn’t move, as the spasm continued to rock his trembling body. Because she had not realized he was about to orgasm, she had not taken a breath in preparation, and her lungs began to long for more air. She tried to push him away with her hands, but he was too strong, and the desperate need for air caused her eyes to begin fluttering madly and every muscle in her body to tighten up. She had decided she was going to die of asphyxiation, when Elton finally pulled himself back enough to allow her to gasp in a breath of welcome air.

He left his penis in her mouth, as it slowly grew flaccid. When it was almost totally limp, he finally pulled it out with a pop, and Mindy began gulping in as much air as her lungs would hold. The satisfaction on Elton’s face resembled that of a boy who had just finished a double scoop of chocolate ice cream. He let himself fall back on the bed, and in the process, fell directly of Mindy’s broken ankle.

She let out a scream that could be heard in the next county, as Elton jumped off the bed, apologizing vociferously. Mama got a big kick out of the whole thing. Mindy was crying out in pain, and it was several minutes before she was able to control her sobs and tears.

“Now, thet waren’t so bad, were it? ‘N now y’ don’t need no water,huh? It’s ‘bout bed-time, now. We go t’ bed early ‘n get up early ‘round here. Since thars only two beds, yer gonna hafta sleep on th’ floor, but ah’ll put this here blanket down on it so’s y’ kin wrap yerself up a bit. Y’ll git use’ t’  it ‘fore long.”

“An’ Elton don’t even have t’ git ready fer bed now. He kin jus’ clim’ in nekid like usual. Here we go, bitch, let’s slide yer ass offa my bed and onta the blanket.” Mindy let out a screech as she was lowered to the floor. “Ah’ll jes’ douse this here lamp, an’ we kin all go t’ sleep. ‘Night, Elton. Did ya enjoy yer firs’ suckoff?”

“Yeh, Mama. Ah cain’t wait t’do it agin. Nite, Mama!”

Mama doused the kerosene lamp and crawled into her bed.        

Chapter 4

They had been in bed for little over fifteen minutes, when there was a loud clunk outside the front door and a wail from outside near the two steps leading from the porch. Both Mama and Elton shot up in their beds.

“Mama she’s atryin’ t’ git away!”

Both of them jumped out of bed and ran to the open front door. Mama lit the lamp. There, lying in the dirt before them was the naked Mindy, sobbing and grabbing at her ankle. Almost as one they ran to her.

“Take’r other arm, boy. Let’s drag her back inside.”

Mindy tried feebly to fight them off but was no match, and soon the pair were pulling her back inside. Mindy was crying out in pain and anger at having been caught.

“Let’s lift’r up on this-here table, Elton, ‘n thin y’ grab her hainds. Now turn ‘r over on ‘r stomach. She done made a big mistake tryin’ to git away. Gotta teach ‘r a lesson.”

Mindy struggled as she felt herself being turned, but she was no match for Elton’s strength. In the meantime, Mama placed the lamp on the draining board next to the sink and went to pull the leather belt that she had often used on Elton from the nail on the wall.

She went to stand by the kitchen table. Had it not been so frightening, the picture would have seemed comical, with the naked Elton, holding the arms of the equally naked Mindy and Mama standing there in a nightgown that barely fit her, her huge breasts struggling to free themselves from the tight bodice, her large semi-erect nipples clearly straining against the flimsy flannel material.

Mama wasted no time, drawing back her arm and swinging the strap down on Mindy’s bare buttocks with a mighty sweep. The poor girl let out a howl, and her body twisted unsuccessfully back and forth on the table. Mama continued the onslaught, hitting Mindy on her back, her butt cheeks and her thighs indiscriminately. Again and again the leather belt raised and fell with fury on the screaming girl. Her choking sobs were soon followed by a stream of drool and stifled gasps, as Mama’s fury continued.

At one point Mindy was able to twist herself over onto her back to avoid the next blow, only to feel the full force of the whip on her tender breasts. With a yelp she turned back on her front.

SWISH! CRACK!

“[Awww, GoDDDDD! No mooooore,please! IT huuuuurts! OHHHHHHH, pppplllleeeeaaassse!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“Maybe this’ll teach ya, whore! Not thet ye’d have got anywheres. Nothin’ ‘roun’ here fer a couplea molls. But ya need t’ larn t’ obey.”

SWISH! CRACK!

“AAAAHHHHHHOOOOOHHHHWWWWEEEE!”

The whipping continued for seven or eight minutes, Mama finally dropping the strap more from exhaustion than a real desire to stop. Mindy’s back, even in the soft flickering light of the lamp showed a few ridges of white raised striations, broken by ribbons of dark red and purple stripes all the way from the middle of her back down almost to her knees. The largest concentration of almost total red and purple ugliness was located on her rear cheeks, which included many blue stripes and splotches.

Mindy was near passing out, when Mama ordered Elton to help her lower the weeping girl to the blanket next to her bed.

“Guess y’ll wanna sleep on yer front t’night, bitch. Git back in bed now, Elton, ‘n find a way t’ git rid a thet hardon a yern.”

Mama went over and doused the lamp again and crawled back into bed. Over the gentle sobbing of the young girl next to her bed, Mama could hear the steady creak of Elton’s bed, soon followed by a small choked gasp and then silence. Mama smiled.

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