Message-ID: <5057eli$9710211715@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Keith Gormezano" Subject: Switchable Yento's New Story: Esther & Mordecai: A Kinky Passover Seder story set in Seattle Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.so Keywords: Jewish Erotica, Story of Esther, Passover, Bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.bondage, alt.sex.stories.hetero, alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories.so, uw.alt.sex.stories, uw.alt.sex.stories.d X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.71.1712.3 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <62ghok$ct5$1@blaze.accessone.com> THE TAKING OF ESTHER AND MORDECAI (A Very Kinky Jewish Love Story Set in Seattle) (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by You must be over the age of 18 to read this erotica. Posted with the permission of the author for one time downloading and hard-copy printing only. Commercial reproduction or further distribution is prohibited without written permission of the author. Readers are advised that writing about specific religious, sexual, or alternative sexual activity does not necessary mean the author has personally participated in or has an interest in such activity, yet. Originally written for the NW RainMakers Group of Seattle Newsletter, this both genders being taken by a male stranger and female friend fantasy story is written in a more female voice (erotica) in the beginning and in the male voice (pornography) in the end. It contains the following erotic or sexual scenes: adolescent memories anal sex animals (horserides) ass play aural sex bears (hairy men) behind, being taken from bisexual scenes blindfolds bondage both genders caressed and fondled clothes being ripped off cock and ball play cross-dressing cunnilingus digital sex dildos domination exihibitism exposed to others fellatio feminization of men finger fucking fucking gags gender role reversal golden showers group sex gym clothes hot wax humiliation interracial sex interrogation Jewish themes jockstraps Levi's lingerie making love manjuices forced and voluntary masturbation moist orifices obedience oral sex on men and women pantyhose pussy teasing "rape" religious thoughts restraits rimming S&M safer sex sex outside the bedroom shaving sluts (M/F) smelly underwear spanking stranger sex strip Dredel submission switching roles taking someone "against their will" tit play tit teasing toys underwear uniforms unpure thoughts U.S. History verbal abuse voyeurism wanting to be taken wanton sluts (M/F) washing someone else woman juices XXX movies The plot twists at the end. Comments or suggestions for change or improvement should be directed to the writer at the author's private e-mail address: You are also welcome to use www.dejanews.com to look up other postings and stories by the author by using his e-mail address as your search pattern. The Taking of Esther and Mordecai, a kinky Jewish love story: Part 1 of 5 Berishit (Hebrew for "In the Beginning") The Story of Esther Esther Cohen, a virgin sweated with all the other corporate slaves. Crammed together like Gelfite fish in a small jar. Surrounded by the jelly of body odor. Sitting or standing, the non-airconditioned #71 bus riders were pressed together like condoms in a 12 pack waiting to be used and thrown away by their "buyers". Enslaved to their house payments, possessions, and debts, their faces reflected their resignation to their fate. Halfway through the ride, she gave up her seat to a pregnant woman and her spinster aunt who squished together like work oxen. Friends of the family. Thinking about a Cosmopolitan article read earlier in the day, she wondered which one she would end up being. A single parent like her friend Ruth worrying about non-existent child support. Married and pregnant like the woman but with a face of unhappiness, thinking "Is this all there is?" as she worried if her husband would whip her for being "late." A sexless spinster like the aunt who was rumored to have had an abortion when she was younger which was why she never married or had children. Single but involved like her best friend Sarah Levi. Or something else, something better. Perhaps, a merge of all of them. At 27, there appeared to be no likely prospects in place to marry. Or was that a requirement, Esther wondered, her books slapping her as the bus sharply turned left on 35 Ave. NE, in order to have a life of one's own, one had to join with another. Couldn't one simply be alone but not alone? Choose one's life and loves? Have a career, family, lovers, and friends? All seasons in life? At her stop across from Safeway and the Wedgewood Pharmacy, she escaped from the cattle car. Hearing the beep from the card swipe machine as she exited. It reminded her of her the time she slaved one summer for GNA, an insurance firm in downtown Seattle. A cardkey worn around the neck like a badge of ownership was required to leave. Submissive around the always white male executives. She leaped from the bus. Two steps at a time. Like a lottery winner leaving work for the last time. She felt the sweat begin to disappear. Her nipples or nips as her late mother used to call them grew erect from the Spring breeze as she strolled the ten blocks home. Passing some teenage boys, several of whom raked her body with their eyes and whispered barely hearable lewd comments to each other, she walked faster, clutching her schoolbooks against her nips, barely covering the objects of their desire still viewable from the side. Her sexual emotions wound like a mountain road to a side pull off to a cliffside viewpoint in reaction to the boy's comments. She wanted to ask them, "What are you looking at? How dare you undress me, rape me with your eyes?" and then locking her eyes on them like a helicoptor gunship, flash her breasts, semi-dark like olives, nipples like milk chocolate at them, saying, "Here, want to have a good look at my boobs? Satisfied?" until her tight, knotted nipples grew erect from the sudden change in coverage. Then the embarrassed boys would turn away, bumping into each other in shock, avoiding her now dominant eyes. But she didn't confront them. Like all the other times. Instead, she covered them like her virginity. Looking forward to resting her weary soul on the couch. Smelling familiar odors in the small 3 bedroom brick house located near the Wedgewood Rock, a boulder moved by glaciers thousands of years ago. She shared the English style house with her brother Mordecai in Wedgewood, a Jewish enclave in Northeast Seattle. Shelter. A place of safety. After a long week of classes and work, the sweat beaded up underneath her long, worth looking at, white stocking clad legs. Artfully concealed under a traditional, black, below the knee cotton skirt. Her innocent legs, incarcerated in semi-pantyhose obviously invented by someone, probably a man who enjoyed seeing women uncomfortable in warm climates were unused to wrapping themselves around a lover's head or body. Famished eyes hid behind sunglasses. Breasts stirred under her lacy demi-bra, pushed to the surface like molten magma under a cooling, protective crust. Leg muscles ached from standing all morning like a prisoner of war as a cashier and assistant manager at the climate-controlled University Book Store. Esther suspected that the janitor was a little old lady who hated young women like herself with all their life ahead of them and more chances to do what they wanted. Whose body temperature was opposite their elderly own. There had been nothing good to read, eat, or view during "break" in Vendoland not even the Stranger. Only Cosmopolitan, a woman's soft-core porn magazine. Several articles told her how to "get a man" by subverting her personality and sexuality. Esther threw it in the trash after smelling the perfume sample, Taken inside of it. The sample was the only thing of value. Pressing her black, medium-sized purse, the size of the box her new vibrator came in against her upper right thigh. Esther felt the stickyness from the unexpected heat of the 1st Spring day of the year and the eve of Pesah. Or Passover as the Jewish feast of liberation from slavery and (involuntary) bondage in the land of Egypt was commonly known. Entering an oasis, a section shaded by trees, she began to shiver again from the shade and from accidently walking into a puddle, a mini-Mikvah created by the falling water of a sprinker. It had been some time since she had entered a Mikvah, a ritual bath of natural water from falling rain, a spring, or a lake. The last time had been when she had her first period. The next would be before her first sexual intercourse with a lover or spouse. The now cooling late Friday afternoon air created one micro-climate to another like the transition point from kissing to necking at the end of a date. She wondered what the weather would be like later tonight after the ceremony. The warm Mango colored evening sun, fiery and blazing like 180 Menorahs, all 9 candles lit at the conclusion of the Chanukah festival of liberation in Winter had begun to set on the still snow imprisoned Cascades. The local Seattle Times had reported a record snowfall this year. Some local meteorologists predicted when the snow and ice finally melted that Puget Sound rivers would be unusually torrent. Swollen like a woman breasts waiting for a long awaited period to begin or a child to be delivered. Change was definitely in the air, she thought. Becoming a Woman (The First Cup of Wine) Uniquely, the cool blue Paradise Ice Caves had reemergenced on Mt. Rainier which few hikers had the opportunity to explore. Esther remembered the last time the ice caves and late melting of the snow had occurred. It was 9 Summers ago when she had become a (Jewish) woman at age 18 rather than the customary 12 with her Bat Mitzvah, a coming of age ceremony. Her daughter of the covenant event was delayed. The traditional synagogue her parents attended out of tradition would not allow women to have such ceremonies until finally pressure forced them to submit. Her father, a leader in their synagogue from virtue of his name which meant "from a priestly family" recognized her dismay at the wait and took her on a week-long camping trip with her friends, Sarah, Leah, and Ruth. She remembered watching the Carbon River roar past in the late evening and how it aroused feelings that were difficult to describe at the time but were like wanting to run with or howl with wild animals. It was the first time in her life that she felt free to be herself. Instead, Esther released her feelings by going over the next day to Sarah's house. Her now tall (5'8"), Junoesque, big-boned, blonde hair the color of Iowa corn but cut short like a guy and sometimes mistaken for one, green-eyed like a Mexican sacrificial pool in the Yucatan, drop-dead gorgeous, large legged, buxom with bodacias ta-tas the size of squeezeable grapefruit, likes-to-work-outside, pitcher on her softball team, "New Yids on the Block", jean and T-shirt wearing best friend. They rode a barely broken (like most of the men in our lives, she thought) horse together to celebrate her Jewish womanhood and becoming a full member of the tribe or MOT. At 5'5", Esther's full body stood in contrast. A confirmed chocaholic. Alternating between a size 10 or 12 depending on the manufacturer. Blue eyes the color of the sky from the top of Mr. Rainer wanting to be looked into like a mountain pool. Rouge accenting her high Hispanic/Sefardic cheeks desiring to be stroked, held, and looked at from across a room. Lipstick drawing attention to her full, wanting to be kissed lips. She didn't think she was HWP but she knew she was from watching other women's bodies on the street, from dressing at her school gym, or from her first time at the Mikvah. She still liked entering the women's space at the Mikvah. Medium shoulder length straight brown hair pulled back into a French Twist kind of bun during the week made her look like a stern schoolmarm. Freed on the weekend. Slightly kinky or frizzy on the edges or ends as if wishing to be rubbed against a lover's body. More than average sized orange shaped breasts waiting to be fondled by a lover or sucked on by a child. Ambidextrous hands to write in her diary in any position or angle. And baby-making, plump hips that in pants wiggled invitedly to be grabbed and held on to during lovemaking or walking side by side. After the ride, they drove in Sarah's Subaru covered with bumper stickers like "Against Abortion, Don't Have One" to go out for dinner at the Beyond The Edge Cafe. A pretty wild place but with good food on Capital Hill. Esther remembered thinking how the waitress addressed Sarah who had just had a hair cut, a very short hair cut as "Sir". A year older, Sarah attended Seattle Central Community College. Later she worked in the neighborhood after transferring and graduating from Evergreen College in Olympia where she would visit Esther on her regular "Dick's Runs" for a certain delicious type of hamburger at a well-known drive-in in Seattle. Yet, they were frequently mistaken for a lesbian couple. Or not. Sometimes it was sort of embarrassing. Once, a woman outside "The Easy", a woman's bar invited the two of them in to join her arriving short-haired, masculine and feminine looking friends. Later, after drinks and giving Esther the once-over with her hungry eyes, come-fuck-me smile, the same woman, tanned tits falling out of her halter top with pink and blue button above her right breast, a tattoo of a two nude women riding a horse, eyes praying to the sky, mouths in orgasm above her left upper arm, spreadable thighs showing underneath her teeny-tiny cut-off shorts, long raven hair wanting, waiting to be caressed, tried to get Esther's phone number. Esther declined, finding the experience flattering but had strange dreams that night of the women from the bar holding her down with their ripped t-shirts, "we fuck to come, not to conceive" and gang banging her with strap-on-the-thigh dildos while she wore a t-shirt she had seen at the Broadway Market which read, "Sometimes you feel like a slut, sometimes you don't." The second sentence was in slightly smaller type. Other times they got better service. Coming from a community where men and women did not always hang out together except when dating for marriage, Esther thought nothing of the fact that a bar would be 90% female, many of whom would hold hands and sit close together. She enjoyed it, protected by the friendship with Sarah who explained that she knew many of the regulars from school although "some want to engage in a committment ceremony as if imitating the breeders. I call it "mad vow disease." Esther was privately bothered and pleased that rumors had floated around that she and Sarah were lovers. At first, the rumors had bothered her. Now, she defiantly held Sarah's hand publicly in places other than Capital Hill. The Horse Ride (The Second Cup of Wine) Thinking back to the barely broken horse ride, she remembered feeling Sarah's back pressed against her swollen breasts while friend's 540 behind spread her legs semi-wide. Opening them, her tailbone semi-pushed up against Esther's swollen clit. Aroused from all the up and down motion from the bouncing ride. Her arms rested underneath Sarah's pleasantly sensually plump bouncing like jello breasts prominent enough to have their own zip code. Protecting them from gravity while she held on for dear life. Sometimes when they jumped, Esther would grab her friend's tits like a lover would and feel Sarah lean back hard in response. Feeling slowly rising nipples through the soft cotton fabric as she held on in fright. Sarah liked to ride hard. It was Esther's first horse ride, every teenage girl's fantasy as they rode through the dark cooling evergreen woods in the late Summer afternoon talking about princes that would one day come to rescue them while acting out the stories of Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Sarah always liked to play the role of the prince, holding Esther in her arms, playing with her soft, brown, barely kinky hair, their breasts mutually pressing, as she "awokened" her with a passionate and probing magnetic kiss in the treehouse. Sometimes too passionate, Esther thought, thinking of the one time they necked like crazed sluts. Their tongues danced together, fighting for control, probing, trying new paths to the top of the mountain. Nipples erect from the sexual heat and friction. Wetness noticeable like fresh perfume. Hands disappearing beneath denim like hidden rivers. Shouting in pleasure like praying. But enjoying the opportunity to gain the experience of kissing. Their culture did not encourage dating across species without the intent of the m-word (marriage). At one jump across a swollen Spring creek, she struggled to stay on after the explosion of first pleasure occurred. Realizing that this is what an orgasm felt like, Esther felt her breathing grow heavy. Sarah said nothing even when Esther pinched her engorged nipples in pleasure and fright. Each screamed in animal delight from their love buttons being massaged or pressed hard against the horse's back and the inside of the Levis or dress by gravity. Both noticed how their chests were flush red like Borscht soup with an extra helping of sour cream afterwards like a naughty schoolgirl's spanked, humiliated bottom. Holding hands after the ride, as they walked to her parents car, Esther realized the incident had cemented their friendship. They had remained best friends since. Although sometimes, Sarah gave her a funny look once in a while. Like when they did their weekly Shabbot, Friday evening which began the Jewish Sabbath sleep over, snuggling in her double bed, as if remembering it and wanting something else. This year, Passover began on the evening or conclusion of Spring solstice. Each Passover, she remembered, she discovered something new about herself and her friends. Last year, she had discovered she could remain religious and yet be a feminist. Two years ago she had gotten up the courage to buy and use a silicone dual vibrator from Babes in Toyland. Realizing that she didn't care if her mother found it if she got run over by a bus, she'd be dead and then, why would she care? Three years ago, she started going to more liberal but traditional in prayer synagogues and sleeping nude at night. Several years before that, she taught herself how to masturbate using the falling warm stream of the faucet, imagining the thrusting water was a genderless lover's tongue or appendange, her moans and body shivers hidden by the sound of the mini-waterfall. She still masturbated regularly, at least once a week, usually on Shabbot. Recently, it had become more often, on Mondays and Thursday when the Torah was read in her new Synagogue. I guess that makes me a religious slut, Esther thought touching her lips together. Looking forward to taking a long, hot bath before the Seder. Feeling the slickness of the water like personal lubrication from the bath beads. The water running against her clit. Shivering with pleasure. Nine years ago, the number of candles in a Menorah, a religious object used to commemorate Chanukah, another liberation ceremony celebrating personal religious victory against the Greeks who were intent on supressing the Jewish religion and culture, she stood up to her community. Like Judas Maccabee, Esther demanded a coming of age ceremony, her personal religious freedom and got it. She wondered what this year would bring in a form of liberation or awareness. Each Passover was like a candle in the Menorah. Wondering as she passed by some budding fresh Lilacs and Spring flowers, as if it meant anything that as Spring Solstice ended, Passover began, Esther remembered that Sarah, had remarked that some Pagan traditions such as the Druids would call for a virgin sacrifice. She shuddered, feeling a slight moistness developing inside her. Remembering the dampness and coolness of a melting Carbon River ice cave 9 years ago. Esther knew that at age 27, she was eligible to be a female version of Isaac. For protection, she cradled her textbooks against her long-sleeved white peasant blouse from Mexico, open a daring 2 buttons. Her lacy white push-up Patricia demi-bra with low plunge front from Victoria's Secret. It was a present from her late mother. Contained her erect 38C nipples, provided dramatic decollete when dressing or undressing, and made her feel naughty, slutty, tarty, wicked, or like a tramp when she wore them. The special bra and matching panties were only to be worn on Shabbot or for someone special. But, hunting in the twilight of morning, she had put it on by mistake today. The demi-bra like her sexual inexperience was barely visible through the blouse. Her nipples, nips, as her late mother used to call them, pushed outward against the soft but confining fabric like societal mores. Like a political prisoner straining to look at the sky after days of solitary confinement, they wanted to be freed. Her nipples, weathered like driftwood were like slowly erupting undersea volcanos viewed from the surface of the calm sea. Yet, today they were trying to escape from the changing temperature around her. She wanted to get home and change into something more comfortable than corporate vassal clothes. Esther unlocked the front door and touched the Mezuzah. It was a Jewish religious symbol required to be placed on the doorposts. In accordance with tradition, her late father had installed it 6.66 years ago today when their family had moved in. Later, he had restarted the tradition of blessing her and Mordecai around the Shabbot table. After touching the Mezuzah, she immediately kissed her sweaty, musky, salty-like-her-breasts fingers. Her third finger was naked and unwrapped. Touching the ornament was required by Halaka: Jewish Law. The smell made her remember how she had started to rub against herself while sitting, bored, on the ride underneath her books. Lowering her hand in surrender, Esther stepped through the suddenly lit doorway from the setting sun. Leaving from the profane world. Entering the sacred. For Jews, the house was a place of worship. Esther wondered why Mordecai wasn't home yet. His car, a Nova was still parked on the street covered with bumper stickers reading Bob Dole for President campaign and the NRA one "if guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns". She remembered the time she and Sarah went down to Mexico together. How the mechanic laughed when they brought the car in when the starter failed. Hearing him explain that the car's name was appropriate. "Nova" in Spanish meant "won't go or run". Equally funny was how she would tell everyone, "Yo no hablo Espanol. Yo muy emberazda." She thought she was saying she couldn't speak Spanish because she was very "embarrassed." Only after a friend in Cancun asked her what being pregnant had to do with speaking Spanish did she realize, face blushing the brightest red like a insubordinate schoolboy's paddled ass Sarah had ever seen that she had turned to the wrong page in the guidebook. She still turned a little red in the face remembering the incident. It had been a fun vacation and Sarah still teased her about it. Stepping on some letters, she realized the mail had not been picked up. Unlike other Fridays, no lights were turned on in the living room. The golden yellow drapes were still drawn concealing the windows the way her nightgown would conceal her body from him later that evening. With the Jewish Sabbath approaching, it was expected to not switch on or off lights after sundown as one did not "work". She knew from past experience this previous Winter how much of a hassle it could be if one did not prepare properly for the holiday. It was like going out for an evening with your friends knowing that your period was going to start and not carrying an extra tampon or panty shield. A big hassle if one took one's ritual obligations seriously. Like most serious Jews, she did. Fortunately tonight, both of them were expected at Rabbi Smindski to meet some potential matches. Felony Smindski, as Sarah would quip in reference to his conviction for money laundering in the late 80's. Thus, she and Mordecai didn't have to make Passover dinner. Correction, she signed, her shoulders relaxing, ruby lips grimacing, she didn't have to make dinner, as usual. Hopefully, this time the selections of potential mates might include someone more open-minded about key issues in her life. Such as men and women's roles. Her working on a college degree half time and wanting a real career. Hopefully, she signed, he would be cute. Willing to either play with her or relieve her of her virginity. And not hold such activity against her. Perhaps, she thought, I could find a woman in a man's body. With women, you didn't have to explain so much. Thinking about what to wear, she decided to take Sarah's suggestion from last night's phone conversation to wear her late mother's favorite Albert Nipon dress. It was virginal white with a plunging bodice to accent her boobs. A firm back to show off her shoulders. Surrounded by lace all around. Hugging her plump hips and coming to about a semi-modest three inches above the knee. The dress displayed her best physical assets (body, legs, breasts, face, and ass). Hopefully, it would attract (Jewish) men like honey so she could impress them with her mind. And make them realize, they could have the best of both worlds. Well, maybe, she thought. The dress required a constant battle with the bulge. Esther usually was able to remain a size 10 or 12. Always feeling "fat", even if she had to always be on "Our Lady of Our Perpetual Diet" like most of her women friends. Guys never have this (weight) problem, she thought, they never have little fat cells that are out to get you as she felt her remaining baby fat push against the bottom of her blouse like a small child daring their parents. And daring to wear the wedding like dress would be a good way to screen out those who were prudish or excessively traditional and unbalanced in their lives. Her mother once said with a smile that the dress was part of Nipon's "Convicted Felon" series after the designer was convicted of tax evasion in the late 80's. It was also her late father's favorite as well. She remembered the many times she would hear your parents door, usually left open would shut on Friday night, the eve of the Jewish Sabbath which ran from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. Hearing soft moans slowly escape their bedroom door. Jews were obligated to make love on the Sabbath. She found it strange that two people, first cousins even could agree to an arranged marriage haven't never met each other before and yet, somehow still find love. Esther wondered when her ship would come in. Perhaps the old ways had some validity. If it worked, it was certainly easier. She and Sarah had discussed this latter issue on a number of times but had come up with no answers. It seemed that her mother frequently wore the dress, like the hooker on a certain Aurora Ave. N. street corner she would take to Sarah's house. Always the same lucky dress. Always the same men picking her up. Once after too much wine per custom on Purim (another holiday celebrating victory via their namesakes over those who would oppress or enslave them), her mother admitted to her that her father knew how to please a woman by putting her pleasure first even when she was on her period and not to forget it when she (Esther) finally became involved with someone special. Maybe, she thought thinking about prospective mates, I'll even be able to talk to him about my wanting to be taken and in control fantasies, my feelings about Sarah, and the subsequent fantasies she had following Purim several years ago. It was interesting to note that Purim was a story of how Jews were liberated in Persia several thousand years ago by Esther and Mordecai, a daring woman and her uncle. The fantasies were fueled by reading her sibling's Penthouse after the ceremony. She and Sarah had compared it to Playboy. Both wondered if either of them had the body to appear in one or the other. Esther though Sarah had a more Playboy body. Sarah said Esther was a Penthouse Pet type. One pictorial contained two women, one of whom looked like a little bit like Sarah and a man who resembled her best friend's current boyfriend, Abraham Goldstein. The other showed a woman entertaining two men, one at each end. Both scenes slowly aroused her. She wondered about the latter scene. The copy stated the men had flipped a coin to decide who would get "which end." Thinking of the coin rotating in the air after the flick of a thumb. Like her intimate thoughts or her clit held between her fingers and clit rubbed by her thumb. She could hear them say, "Top or Bottom?" Shortly thereafter, as Sarah laid next to her, breasts heaving in sleep, breath nipping her neck, Esther quietly masturbated. Caressing her breasts, little islands rising from a volcanic sea. Pinching her nipples until they looked like hard granite mountains waiting to be conquered. Placing her clit, her wet little dick between her first two fingers, turning her petite cock into a tongue probing her controlling musky fingers. Trying to stroke and control her feelings like a dam controlling a rapidly flooding river in a narrow canyon. Stroking and probing her rosebud asshole with the third as if digging for a spring, waiting for waters of pleasure to gush forth or being a butthole surfer. Touching her tongue to her full, unused lips. Conceiving mentally something wet or moist-dry, circular or long, small or big, or an opened or closed rosebud being plunged into or probed by her virgin mouth. Or was it something totally different, she wondered, as she awoke the next day with Sarah pressed hard against her. The way her mother would press herself against her father. Capturing him. Their legs wrapped around each other like a wedding ring. White down comforter covering them both like a chuppah, the formal wedding canopy held above the participants during the Jewish wedding ceremony. Finding the next morning their respective glasses of wine from the night before were broken. Remembering that drinking wine and breaking a wine glass is part of the wedding ceremony. Neither remembering stepping on the glasses during the middle of the night as if to seal something special between them. Then Esther remembered the third pictorial. Actually it looked like porno from the bad 4 color process. It had fallen out of the magazine showing an image of a blindfolded and gagged woman restrained, arms held behind her, as the woman was forced to service members of both genders. The caption said her cross-dressed and hog-tied male partner was "forced to watch" and later participate with both genders. One woman used a condom covered strap-on, an artificial phallus. First on the begging man. Then the female rapist changed condoms and switched plunging it deep into the victim's mouth, pussy, and finishing in the squirming, clenching honey dew covered woman's ass. The woman's face reflected her "delight and surprise". The victim's pussy also looked engorged and swollen from all the leg pumping. Both the victim's mouth and lips above and below were open as if wanting more. Esther had wondered if that was what she looked like when she had an orgasm when she masturbated late at night. Eyes wide open. Pupils dilated widely like post eye doctors appointment. Mouth forming a silent "O". Body twitching several times as if having seizures. Legs becoming straight when the pleasure hit her sexual soul like a Kansas tornado sweeping emotions and reason aside. The man also invaded the helpless victim in many ways. Verbally by calling her "baby". Caressing her bottom before roughtly pulling her plaid skirt up and yanking her new silk underwear down to her ankles. Giving her a spanking when she then tried to escape, making her count the strokes and beginning again when she lost count, which was often. Allowing each strike to chasten her. Submitting to his hand, everywhere. The victim's fanny was blushing at the end. So were her clit lips. Esther thought of the numerous times she had been spanked as a disobedient child. Feeling her naughty bottom grow warm and sting like fallen hail in memory. Now, she understood, why Emmah, her late mother got married at 16. Esther continue to play with her bra straps. Feeling the arousal and wetness grow. Between her imprisoned breasts. Under her musky armpits. Between her sweating thighs. Inside her naive mind. She didn't like sharing a home with her younger brother. Although he was cute, a year and a half difference between them, short (5'6") like most Jewish men, with jet black eyes, a baby face with a mustache with streaks of white to make him appear older than he was, dark black receding hair crying out to run one's hands through, and usually wore button-down shirts and dress pants from Nordstrom for his CPA job. Unfortunately, like some men, he left the seat up, didn't put the cap back on or squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom, expected her to wait on him hand and foot, be nice to his Shiksa (non-Jewish) girlfriends, and to do all the cooking and cleaning. Like I'm his wife, she thought in disgust. Last week, she learned from Sarah's boyfriend, Abraham, how he had driven away several of her dates. Interrogating them. Losing messages. Making them feel uncomfortable on the phone or in person when they came over to pick her up. Thus, few called her back for a second, much less a third date. And word got out among the single men in her age range in the community that she was a bitch, difficult, not HWP, a feminist, a slut, and had a crazy brother to boot. She had only had one real date in over 2 years. Moses That one, Moses Rousso who she had met at on a religious weekend at Sephardic Bikur Holim, a Ladino or Spanish-speaking synagogue in Seward Park (or Synagogue Park as he quipped since there were 3 synagogues within walking distance to choose from) seemed to be the most likely prospect. She had noticed him out of all the other men because of the business casual and independent way he dressed in the more formal and conforming world of restraining white shirts, sweaty woolen suits, and ties. Noticing him fingering, playing with his gray and brown chest hair sticking out of his Ralph Lauren heather gray Polo shirt the way she would play with her pussy hair when she masturbated, then moving up to his mustache which made him into a Peter Sellers double, wondering if he worked out from looking at his rounded shoulders, semi-trying to avoid his brown eyes which kept on glancing her way and were hidden behind conservative round glasses on a head of frizzy brown hair graying slightly at the temples, and with a face light milk chocolate colored (typical for many Sephardim) that he never had to use suntan lotion. Esther wondered who he was and was surprised at herself when she went over and introduced herself. Equally pleased, he told her as he kissed her hand SCA style warming her cool emotions with his lips that he remembered her (with his wife) from being the first woman to have a Bat Mitzvah at her synagogue and the D'var Torah (lecture) of how the laws of Nidah (family "purity") which restricted women's participation in religious affairs or to make love because of when they were menstruating were wrong. The Rabbi and many members squirmed in their seats like arrogant schoolboys waiting for a spanking or caning as she delivered her sexual twister of the D'Var Torah. "We're not in Brooklyn anymore." One remarked. Uncomfortable as she argued that the true intent of these rules was not to restrict women but to force men and women to communicate nonsexually as she thought of the one time each month her parents really seemed to merge around was every 28 days. After services, they had gone out that Saturday night after darkness set for vegetarian food at the Bamboo Garden, a kosher Chinese place on Queen Anne in Seattle that was popular among the Orthodox crowd. And pretty good according to recent Seattle Times and P-I reviews. Watchful eyes and clacking tongues observed the "girl with wild ideas, probably goes to the Catwalk" and "the dark-haired widowed one" share spicy food together, sitting side by side. She enjoyed his discreet glances at her body while his cologne, Xerysus hung around him like a spider's web. She remarked how his cologne was named after a famous Greek who defeated the Persians with only a handful of warriors. "Yes," he said. "Sometimes, you have to take a chance to control your life." Later, he told her about a mystery short story he was working on "The Top Who Wouldn't Wear Black." Esther didn't understand some of his terminology and said nothing wanting him to think she was naive and innocent. In reality, he was the first man who had really paid attention to her and she didn't want to muck it up. Not even her usual strongly held fears of getting pregnant and having to deal with getting an abortion would get in the way this time. While she liked Moses, she didn't like his wanting to use Entertainment coupons and dutch treat on their dates. Esther enjoyed the character of his company. Unlike the last boy. "A good catch," her mother said. "For whom?" Esther tartly replied in boredum. "You and Abba (dad) ?" The boy was interested in marrying her but didn't turn her on. A typical Jewish computer sexless nerd working at Microserf. Big thick black glasses, a Ph.D., and no concept of how to dress. Anyone who wore a t-shirt under his pocket protected K-Mart dress shirt was no man. Yet, it was nice to be wanted, treated special by being paid for, she explained to Moses. Yet after he pointed out the importance of her having something at stake as well, she reluctantly agreed after remembering past dates. It was nice to not go out with someone who thought if he paid for you that he owned your body as well. He was certainly different than most of her past dates. She could certainly relax with him, like a woman friend, and knew the relationship could go further. If they both wanted it. She knew she did. She liked how Moses was funny, understood weight issues from going to Weight Watchers with his late wife (but losing 50 pounds himself while she only lost 20), a law school alumnus, and listed in Who's Who. He described himself as "permanently 39+1, vertically challenged, not a sports on TV watcher ("So you'll never be a sports widow"), a libraryaholic", about the same height and weight to be non-threatening, and battled a manic-depressive condition. She wasn't sure about the latter. Several times on late night dates, he pulled out little pink and white pills to take. Thus, she knew he did something about his 10 year old condition like a diabetic injecting themselves with insulin. And observed how he doesn't only tell me the good stuff about him but negative as well. It was a refreshing change from an earlier date who tried to impress her (into bed) by saying he owned an Inc. (magazine) 500 company but didn't. And paid for every meal like a chickenhawk. She discovered that she could feel safe enough to talk to him about everything including a molestation by an uncle several years before coupled with his telling her how and earlier girlfriend tried to get pregnant by turning a condom inside out making him distrust women for a while, doubts about "the deity", religious issues, non-religious questions, male and female issues, weight issues, and wondering if she would always be the lonely female (Maytag) repairman. It appeared that Moses would actually listen to her opinion. He was honest (telling her both positive and negative things about himself), sensitive (aware of feminist issues), comfortably religious and not fanatical like herself (by being willing to eat out), and trustworthy (never was late or lied to her). She wondered if these qualities were from being married before only to loose his wife in his arms after a Katuysha (rocket) attack in Kiryot Shemona. They were celebrating the birth of their first child while vacationing in Israel a few years ago. She remembered seeing his picture on the front page of the local Jewish Transcript, tears streaming down his tanned face, drenched to his forearms like a soldier or surgeon in her blood, cradling her jet-black hair as her puffy eyes glazed over. Speaking of the incident once, he told Esther how it was the saddest day in his life when he murmured the "Shema", the basic Jewish prayer stating that god/goddess is one and eternal over the breathless, shieldless body of his beloved in accordance with tradition. And how he found himself trying to remember what she looked like, felt, smelled. "It wasn't supposed to be that way, was it?" he asked her. The guilt showed on his face when he said they were supposed to go to a new coffeehouse his uncle had opened up but he ran late because of a "business call" so Akia (New Age) went ahead with their new daughter, Hannah named after a partisan killed by the Nazis in the war. Moses didn't tell Esther that the "business call" was really a call from former girlfriend who like to masturbate hearing his voice. So did he. Hearing the "whoose" above him, Moses got there just as the rocket landed only to be thrown backward by the explosion. Feeling a sharp pain in his left leg. Noticing blood running out of an open circular wound on the inside of his knee. Fighting his way through dense clouds of dust created by the intruder. Eardrums ringing from the crack of the whip sound. He found Hannah miraculously unharmed, lying on a upright chair, crying from the loud noise. Akia's head slumped like a napping student, surrounded by a pool of blood on top of the shredded coffee table. Her arms hung loosely by her sides, unrestrained, waiting to be taken. A puddle of urine laid under her chair. Then rushing over, Moses held Akia like the prince in Sleeping Beauty. Blood began to coat his white shirt. Her eyes dreamily semi-closed as he whispered franticly, repeatedly for her to wake up. Lips impotently touching. His eyes clouded by dust and tears realizing what had happened. Trying to stop the blood. Futilely pressing his hand against the wound. Seeing the lifeforce seep through his fingers like sand from the Tel Aviv beach the day before. The open wound, a new pussy on her neck, slowly stops pulsating like his member the night before when they had made love, quietly to not awaken Hannah, then 7 days old. Now there is only the death rattle, a long, gurgling expiration as her eyes begin to fix. Feeling the mental and physical boner for the last time as he smelled her, always covered breasts crushed tight against his semi-open shirt from the hot day, skirt billowing in the desert wind, remembering her from the night before, from their first date when she applied Vivid to entice his interest. And later smelling the pungent odor of her armpits when she wrapped her arms around his neck in desire. The gem-rich colored blood collected her, on his shirt like the spilled cum in her mouth the evening before, dripped by the force of gravity through her breasts, now his fingers and chest like time or lost opportunities then falling slowly to fertilize the earth below, creating its own "wet spot." Akia's mouth was open the way she would smile after making love or as if ready to drink the remainder of her spilled favorite demitasse cup of dark Turkish coffee or like the blow job she had given the night before. Next to her, a croissant half laid overturned on its side surrounded by the remains of her half of scrambled eggs covered with tabasco sauce, her favorite spice. A copy of a Japanese language newspaper from their layover in Japan laid at her feet. Torn to shreds from the force of the sudden explosion in the coffeehouse. Just as the internment had changed her family's life 50 years ago, the missile pierced Moses's life and soul and changed it forever. He was never the same. Now he had a barometer in his leg. Limply slightly when pushed to his physical limits. Now, Moses wondered where was the almighty in all of this. "Where were you?" He wanted to shout out, "You worthless old fart." Wondering if things would have turned out differently if he had been on time, hadn't hidden his secret from Akia by lying to her. She probably would of stayed around to listen in, her hand between her legs, child suckling at her breast, giving him quite a show. Or would they both be alive, dead leaving Hannah an orphan, or all three dead? Yet remembering that Hannah escaped like Esther's grandparents during WWII. Sometimes, Moses thought later, life was unfair or a crap shoot, like a new movie, restaurant, love, looking for work, or a place to live. Or was it punishment for being different--for wanting to bring Hannah in a for a "female bris" now that she was 8 days old?. Part of her hymen would be "knicked", the first of its kind in Israel. Many of his Orthodox relatives had warned him of divine punishment for going against "God's Law" which reserved a bris for male babies only. The daughter of a "No-No-Boy", Akia had converted through a friendly Orthodox Rabbi before meeting Moses while working on his kibbutz. Strange Esther thought how one would live and one would die. It reminded her of the stories her grandfather would tell of his experiences during the war. How he and 3 friends survived out of all the members of their village in Poland because they were in the right place at the right time and made a decision to share whatever food, water, and shelter they had with each other. How her grandmother survived by hiding in a convent with her twin sister and pretending to be Catholic. She still laughed when her grandmother, now in Kline Gallard nursing home would tell her how confused she was when she had to quickly learn about Catholicism. Ritually eating flesh and blood. Worshiping a man who like a voodoo zombie rose from the dead. Speaking strange tongues as part of their service. Not eating certain foods (on Fridays). It was a matter of perspective, Esther thought. Traditional Jews could be seen the same way. Wearing strange black clother, eating certain foods, standing to pray, only making love on certain days. Very kinky. Sarah had told her after their 6th date, that the woman's grapevine believed that Hannah needed a mother and Moses a wife. But something is bothering him. He rarely goes out with anyone more than 6 times, the number of days before the Sabbath arrives as if he's afraid of something, perhaps guilt over his wife's death. But what's there to feel guilty over. Or has a deep dark secret. Esther couldn't figure it out either but knew he was sensitive and trustworthy. Once when her period had started a day early, she discovered no tampons in her purse while on a Sunday afternoon drive on his motorcycle, feeling his buttocks pressed against straining thighs, back leaning into her yielding but firm breasts the size of a plate of moussaka, while her fingers played with his chest hair through the open shirt as he dominated the Harley, daring gravity as they took sharp curves to go hiking on Mt. Si. Explaining why she needed to go back to town, he laughed and pulled out one each of panty shields, kotex, and tampons from a side compartment. "It's happened before," he said, "so I like to be prepared. Besides, its a common courtesy. What do you need?" Sarah had wondered after that experience if he was really male. Esther was grateful they were able to hike that day to the view from the top, like the view she remembered from Mt. Sinai (where the 10 commandments and more were given to her people) from an earlier trip to Israel and Egypt with her uncle, a travel agent. The other time, after a particular torrid necking session in the woods, feeling his hands caressing her silk (she always like to wear nice, silk undergarments on special dates or on Shabbot, the Jewish day of rest) panty protected white cheeks pressed against the moss, her naked jutting tits inside the blouse tried to stab his naked furry chest, his covered thigh rubbing against her hidden love button while he nibbled and fondled her tits until she felt the first rays of orgasmic sunlight hit her body. She begged him to make love to her telling him how she felt like a slut and hearing him say "Better you act like one." Pleading him to put out the fire, the burning bush within her. But to her surprise, he demurred. Stating that while it was tempting, Moses commented, "I won't make love to you just because you're turned on. A deal is a deal (to only neck)." Stroking his chin like a prophet or wise man of old, lying together under the old growth cedar, resting on a bed of moss, off an old Native American trail used hundreds of years ago to escape from the seasons in Mt. Rainier National Park, he reminded Esther that their negotiated agreement (one of the few times any date had asked her what she wanted or gave her choices in what could happen) earlier that day only allowed for necking not love-making. If she wanted to make love, she would have to plan to wait until next time, citing his own moral code to not fool around with someone just because they got turned on. "Either you know what you want or you don't from day one. That's part of our history. God didn't choose us (to receive the Ten Commandments and more), we did the deciding. And I want you to do the deciding, in a clear and open, unaroused mind, regarding what you want with me." "Besides, love, neither of us has any condoms or any additional protection for you to prevent pregnancy. I have no intention of bringing any unwanted biological offspring into this world until our relationship is solid. Let me know when you decide and what you want," he had whispered to her afterwards, "and then I'll make love to you or do whatever you want, even spank you." The last words aroused Esther even more yet scared her. Spanking? What else about him hadn't he told her? Yet, the thought of feeling the air sing from his hand descending on her ass excited her in a strange way. Sarah had commented after the second incident that Moses might be queer. "What man would say no to you?", she remarked. "Besides, an erection's a terrible thing to waste." Yet, privately, both were impressed with his self-control and wondered if older men (10 years +) were a better choice. Shocked and pleased from his offer to make love and spank her, Esther continued to rub her hands and body against his meaty thighs, thunder thighs, huge like a giant dildo, feeling him pulsate and later grow wet against her stomach, thinking of next time, how he would spank her for being so naughty, so slutty. First giving her a panty warming OTK, over the knee, then maybe giving her a wedgie by pulling her silk (lucky) scalloped bikini brief matching panties up forcefully. Later pulling them down, feeling his hands making first contact with her bare bottom, wiggling obediently, and raising her hungry little bottom into the air when she felt his hand was to about to descend to make better contact. Maybe afterwards, he would order her the way "daddy" did to do "corner time", sit in a corner rubbing her rosy exposed ass, thinking of her naughty behavior, and how she would do it again and again to be punished for being a saucy brat. The other hand played with her tits and pulsating clit, gently probing her tight virgin opening, feeling her begin to lubricate, touching her sticky, fragrant cunt juices which he later tasted in front of her, pleasing her, whispering soft erotica to her, fucking her mouth with his fingers, telling her how he was going to spread her legs like the Red Sea and then jump in for the first time until she scared away the animals with her moans. It was better than masturbation. She wanted to spank his errant cheeks as well for being such a (delightful male) slut with no double standards and "turning her into one". Well, she thought, as the flushness in her chest began to ebb like low tide, the next date will be lots of fun as they drifted off to nap. Later after the stars appeared overhead, they walked back to his VW Camper Van with her relative's teeth rattling in the back she often teased him about. She told Moses what she wanted from him. As she guessed, he agreed and they set a date after her finals that previous Winter semester to return to the their favorite place in the forest, by the lake, and consummate their love. They drove home, hearing Selena and the booming sounds of KDNA of Yakima caress their ears and hearts before dying out when they crossed the great Naches divide. She felt that she knew him well enough to want her sexuality released and made an appointment to be fitted for a diaphragm with her gynecologist. Moses believed that both parties to lovemaking should take responsibility--she for the diaphragm, him for the condom, a radical change from earlier dates. On the way back, she counted the number of times he yielded the right of way to other cars -- 9, half-chai of half of 18 which in Hebrew was chai or life and wondered if it was an omen. But the week before their date, after their nearly a minyan of timely dates (Hebrew for 10; the required number of adult Jews to conduct a public religious service), he never called. Mordecai said he never called either with a funny grin on his face. Getting to his kall (synagogue) was too much trouble. The one time she reached his home, the phone was out of order. Besides, she didn't like how his kall addressed the role of women or lack of it. She had heard that his father was dying in New York and had gone back to take care of him. She didn't know the number and no one would give it her that she had called. Esther missed his calling her "mi guapa", my beautiful woman. She still hadn't figured out how to address the issue of how Mordecai treated her with him. Sometimes, thinking of several times her parents had fought, she wondered if this was how all men treated the women in their lives and wondered if it was worth the effort. Heartbroken, her tears stained Sarah's blouse that cold, windy Winter day as she sobbed, aching in emotional pain, telling Sarah that "it was too good to be true, that he was just a con man wanting sex from her, men were all worthless, unreliable, only wanted sex, and didn't want to form relationships." She felt that Moses had an invisible leash and collar on her somehow as she could never get him out of her mind. For once, Esther felt her lifelong loneliness surface, rooted in a desire for experience and freedom to choose. The need to experience something no human love could provide. Only something deep within could provide and satisfy. Or something from the other world. Esther's eyes, red like the setting sun on red sandstone, holding Sarah tight but secretly wondering when she would loose her, crying the same level of intensity the day her parents didn't come home from their trip across Lake Washington to visit her aunt and uncle who were back from an Outward Bound seminar. She still remembered answered the friendly knock only to see the uniformed officer standing there, getting turned on by his cuteness, and then realizing why he was there as she felt her heart beating, clench up, and drop to the floor like the last car in a wooden roller coaster ride at the Seattle Center or Coney Island. Because they didn't look the same, many men and women presumed that Esther and Mordecai were husband and wife. Which coupled with his behavior, hovering around when she invited her dates home like a meat-eating wasp at a summer picnic or telling Sarah that women were neutered cunts only interested in the wealth of their husband and making babies, got in the way of courtship for both of them. "Well, more me than him," she thought. Yet, with their parents dead, it was the only way both of them could finish college, get an education, and have a career. "One of these days," she thought, "he's going to get his just reward. Maybe, when I move in with Sarah this Summer after graduation, he'll come to his senses." But she knew that some things would probably never change. Still, with the Wedgewood rapist on the loose with 17 victims, having her brother living with her made feel "safer". Yet, Esther wondered why women had to rely on men to protect them from other men. Sarah, until her accident, a year ago had worked for the Seattle Police Department as a Police Officer. She shocked Esther last week when she confessed that she fantasized being taken sexually by her lovers, male and female. When pushed for an explanation, Sarah admitted that she had been sleeping with women now since Esther's Bat Mitzvah which had gotten her thinking. And tying them up and molesting them was a turn-on for her. Esther didn't know what to say but something uncomfortable and arousing stirred up inside of her like the thrill and terror of a white water rafting trip. Yet, she was pleased Sarah choose to share this information with her alone yet wondering if it would change their friendship. Sarah said that her friends in the department thought the number of victims (usually a male and female couple) were much higher, say 35 or so. She advised Esther to be careful since not everyone in the neighborhood knew of their true status as "brother and sister". "The kinky intruder might end up taking both of you thinking that you're husband and wife. You'd better be careful and lock your doors at all times." Why some of the victims did not report the crime was also a mystery to the police. Sarah said she thought it was because some victims enjoyed being taken sexually, "in every bodily opening," she said guiltlessly, "humiliated in front of their partners, interrogated about their previous sexual history or lack of it, and then forced to perform including masturbation in front of the rapist." Esther shuddered at the thought as a twin drops of womanjuice stained her virginal white silk panties and her ass cheeks squirmed, like oysters on the half shell waiting to be swallowed. Thinking about the Wedgewood (Seattle) rapist always made Esther uneasy and "bothered". She didn't know why. Maybe as Sarah said, being taken could be a lot of fun with someone you love, she thought, like Moses. Maybe with the right open-minded man and opportunity to simply let go and forget all she's been taught at Seattle Hebrew Academy, the Orthodox K-8 day school or Cheder located in a former nunnery where she and Sarah had attended until transferring to Summit, a public school. Now she could finally have some fun. And communicate with another species, Sarah quipped. Or as Sarah put it, "every woman really wants to be a horny slut, wanton tramp, or whore but can't admit it because they're afraid of what other people would think." Maybe, Esther thought, it would be fun to simply pick up a guy, take him home or to Tubs in the U-District (considering her home situation), and fuck his latex-covered brains out until... he begged for mercy. She wondered what it would be like to have a tongue inside her little mountain instead of her fingers. Maybe it would be fun to treat men the same way some men treat women. Yet, Esther felt there were some things best left unsaid and not known about like the bondage fantasy pictorial she saw inserted her brother's copy of Penthouse. It had made her feel uncomfortable but aroused her as well. The Intruder (The Third Cup of Wine) As Esther closed and locked the heavy oak door behind her, a little voice telling her to get out, the door was unlocked, she became aware that someone was by the sofa. She reached for a light switch to illuminate the darkening room. A rough, calloused hand grabbed her hand while another covered her virgin mouth and pulled her backwards towards a Levi-clad body. Her books fell to the floor like the blood-stained sheets displayed from the Instanbul hotel's 3rd floor newlywed room the morning after her parents wedding night in the old country, Turkey. Pulling her body towards him, her heels making furrows into the thick dark blue carpet the color of a Seattle July evening sky, tracing her panty line, cupping one of her breasts, feeling the nipple slowly harden under his palm, he whispered darkly into her ear, "Don't make a sound, slut and nothing will happen to you." The faint smell of her perfume, Obsession stirred his nostrils while his cologne, No Escape filled hers. Shocked and frightened, realizing what was happening, she attempted to escape, feeling his Levis press against her behind, but gave up when she realized he was physically stronger and slightly taller than she was. She felt his hands search her, his growing hardness against the valley of her buttocks as he slowly masturbated and rubbed against his growing hill in his 501s, and shivered in virginal fright. He slowly moaned in anticipation, like when the Golem, a horrible Jewish mystical creature created by man and not by God first did when the Golem became aware that it was alive. And could do whatever it wanted. With anyone. Her eyes became adjusted to the darkness and shadows of the room. In the corner of the room, the cat Elijah purred. Over the fireplace mantle, her father's Tallit, a prayer shawl hung, lifeless, illuminated by a streak of falling sun which had snaked its way into the living room. Esther remembered cuddling under the Tallit with her brother during Saturday morning services when they were small, say age 7 or 8 and how she would feel protected by it. Receiving her father's blessing by it on Friday nights. Now, she felt naked, unprotected, and unsure what to do. Mordecai was submissively and quietly kneeing on the rough, scratchy rug. Uncomfortable from being on his knees. It wasn't a position he was used to doing. Jews stood like free persons in the Synagogue to pray, sitting comfortably around the dinner table on Shabbot, or reclining at Passover. Looking like a computer nerd, hunched over, his shoulders pressed against the couch. Semi-nude, only wearing a sweaty jock-strap, his boyish ass resembling the cleft of a peach rose invitedly into the air. What was that in his ass, she wondered. A buttplug she mouthed as his eyes met hers. He silently pleaded for her to not see him this way. His hands bound behind his back. Like a sacrificial lamb with her used bras from yesterday. From afar, the his bound hands looked like a cross. Mordecai's ankles were crossed together and tied with her smelly, still damp from the sweat pantyhose from the used laundry pile. She could smell the odor from across the room. He looked so helpless. His tie, still around his neck, hung loosely like a leash. It looked like he had something white gagging him, a pair of used panties. Hers, perhaps? Besides him, his tweed jacket, turtleneck, Nordstrom pants, and loafers which he only wore for the Jewish holidays were piled up beside him like garbage to be recycled. On the wide screen 27" Trinitron, what looked like a porno video tape was beginning to play. Previews for "cuming attractions" containing scenes of men, women, and one "Tennessee" who was half and half, a man below and a woman above engaging in explicit sexual acts with each other appeared before her. Esther's pupils opened like her mind from a week ago. After Sarah's remark last week about liking women, Esther wondered what it would be like to get fucked by a cock, feel tits on her breasts or back, and scarlet red lips kissing her, doing the Tango with her tongue. Later after Sarah's remark, they had wandered into Babes in Toyland, a woman's erotic shop on Capital Hill where she found herself getting aroused looking at the vibrators, strap-ons, and silicone dildos. Thinking of that memory, It kinda turned her on to see Tennessee. Then title credits for the movie "Heatwaves" flashed across the screen like a rising sun on Yosemite's Half Dome. Esther gasped in shock and put her free hand to her moving left breast, swollen like a ripe pear waiting to be plucked. Her nipple rose like sand dunes created by the wind as she felt the intruder's hot breath on her neck. Mordecai tried to struggle free as he became aware that she was present but was unable like a fawn caught in a hunter's snare. She turned around and looked up into the brown eyes of her taker and his kinky dark hair. He turned slightly, his left eye now glowed golden like a golden calf from the setting sun coming through the living room windows. Esther felt his coffee coolers around his rough, unshaven mouth suddenly part her unused virginal face lips, smearing her faint traces of morning's scarlet red lipstick, passionately kiss her while plunging his tongue halfway to her tonsils, tasting her lunch of a garlic bagel with lox and cream cheese, Jewish soul food. Her breasts stiffened from both fright and anticipation. Turning her around so she faced him like a prisoner facing a hanging judge, he pressed her budding breasts and body against the stiff surface of his rising 501's while nibbling at her ear. Taking her hands he forced one to caress his furry, bear-like, hairy, tanned chest, with a Moroccan hand of life necklace at the top while using the other to massage his cucumber while massaging her round, firm, exercised sand dunes ass, and plump, sensitive baby-suckers. She squirmed uncomfortably as feelings like survivors from a submarine tried to surface. "What do you want," she stammered? "Where are the drugs?", he asked playing with her ass. "Drugs? You've got the wrong house. According to my friend Sarah, the crack house is at 7520 37th Ave. NE, in the Wedgewood Estates. This is 7520 27th Ave N.E.." she replied to the interrogation, wanting to pee, from the fear as he continued to massage her virgin ass. "Oh," the shadowy intruder admitted as she felt his hot breath on her neck, coming in little spurts, like the Hamshin (desert wind in the middle east). His eyes ran up and down her body, undressing her as he pondered what to do next. "Oh, I guess I have the wrong house. But as long as I'm here, I might as well have some fun," he said, glancing over at the bound and gagged Mordecai who desperately wanted a smoke or something cool and wet after being tied up all afternoon. "If you play a game with me, tell me the truth about your sexual history, and help me take your boyfriend, sexually," he said with a leer on his cedar colored face, "I won't do anything to you. However, if you resist or don't cooperate fully, I'll rip your clothes off, spank your naked slut ass in front of your boyfriend, and then take you everywhere that's moist with real and artificial cocks as your boyfriend watches and hears you scream and beg for mercy. Deal?" Esther shivered in fright. Looking at Mordecai bound for the first time, and thought about the rapist's proposition. Sarah had always told her to never fight back or refuse a rapist unless you knew you could win. With her locking the door behind her, the time of day, and feeling that he was several inches taller and many pounds heavier, this was definitely one of those times to lie back and "enjoy it". If she could. Besides, she thought, as she smelled the fear in Mordecai's eyes, it might be fun to see him be molested. It might teach him a few lessons in respect on how women feel and why she felt uncomfortable going out at night to shop. "OK, I'll do what you want." Esther replied, eyes looking downward and meekly at the carpet, afraid to look into the god-like eyes of the rapist. "What do you want to know?" "OK, what, you little plump slut?" "OK, sir" she guessed correctly, as the defiler of young men enjoyed seeing her hold her hands voluntarily behind her back as if she was in front of her father to receive a spanking,"as long as you don't rape me, sir. I'm a virgin." Boy, that was the wrong thing to say, she thought as she felt one of his dark hands suddenly begin to caress her ass, cupping her cheek, then reaching under the long skirt, begin to slowly pull down her moist, white silk panties (as Esther remembered that she wore the wrong type today; silk was only for hot dates and Shabbot when Jews made love), feel him under the elastic thighband, hear them start to tear, probe her dark crevasse and damp tunnel, roughly pull down her panties to her knees, leaving them there as a form of bondage and to keep her from moving her soon to be spread legs, fondle her now naked thighs and buns, and begin to unsnap her garter belt strings holding her stockings and panties in place while the other hand unbuttoned her blouse, reaching in to her moist, thrusting breasts and he began to lead/push her towards the dining table. Oh, my god, he's going to rape me anyway, she thought as she struggled futilely like a migrating Salmon caught by a bear in the woods and being tossed onto the banks of the stream to be eaten. Mordecai struggled with a growing erection and tried to push the still smelling from her sweat panty gag out of his mouth. He was unsuccessful with both as he watched her being manhandled by "the Central Area resident" as his friends would describe the kinky intruder. He faintly smelled her sweat and womanjuices from the used pantyhose. It encircled his wrists and ankles like Tefillin, the leather prayer "garments" worn by adult Jewish men during weekday morning services wrapped around their left arms and middle fingers, like wedding rings or ropes. "So, you're a virgin, slut," the intruder asked releasing her from his grip and pushing her on her knees like a puppy to be trained. Rubbing his crotch as his eyes wondered what she would look like nude. "Do you ever masturbate? You know play with your hot little clit until waves of pleasure overwhelm you?" as he smacked his lips and touched his tongue to his lower lip as if tasting something good. "No, I'm not that kind of slut." Esther was shocked at the personal nature of his questions. What right do he have to ask such a personal question? The rug felt hard, like the synagogue seats on Yom Kippur when Jews ask themselves very personal ethical questions on if they've done right or wrong behavior. "No, what, you horny little tramp?" "Oh." thinking quickly, she replied. "No, sir. I don't masturbate." "Oh. So what kind of women masturbate, slut. Good women, bad women, sluts, tramps, whores?" "Only sluts, tramps, and whores masturbate." she answered thinking that should satisfy him and protect me while feeling her lower lips grow moist withing like a ripe ear of Iowa corn waiting to be plucked and sheared. "Oh, is that so slut? Your boyfriend says you watched him masturbate several months ago until he came all across his chest and then you went to your room and fucked your pillow until he saw your eyes glaze over in the moonlight. Isn't that true, Mordecai. You can nod your head." Esther gasped as Mordecai nodded, meekly like a naughty schoolboy, caught smoking, enjoying his oral fixation, and now waiting for his punishment. "So, now that we've established that you're well a slut, do you play with yourself, slut?" "Ummm, well...yes...sir, I do." "Do what, slut?" as he made a threatening gesture to spank her. "Say the word, slut." "Masturbate, sir." Mordecai's eyes grew wide like a little kid discovering something. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever think he would hear his prim, proper, chaste, virginal sister say such things. He felt like a fly on the wall waiting to be swatted as he smiled through her panty gag. "So, I guess that makes you a slut, a whore, a naughty tramp?" "Yes," Esther reluctantly agreed, "I'm a horny slut, sir." "Well, now that we've established what you are. When do you masturbate, slut. Who do you fantasize about?" "I masturbate on late Friday nights, sir." "Who do fantasize about? How do you masturbate, slut? Will you show us how you play with yourself, slut?" "I fantasize about my ex-boyfriend, Moses, pretending I feel his arms around me, feeling his chest against my rising breasts, feeling his tongue inside me while my fingers play with my little joy spot...sir." "Do you ever fantasize, slut, as you play with yourself under the full moon with your windows and door wide open that you're making love to your best woman friend...Sarah or that you're being taken in every opening by 3 men?" as he glanced at her bedroom where her diary laid open. "No," Esther cried out realizing that somehow he knew about Sarah and the fantasy. How, her mind cried out? Had Mordecai been interrogated already? Could he or Mordecai have found her diary. She hid it well. Did her brother somehow know that she and Sarah had looked at his porno and copy of Penthouse? "No, sir, I'm not a lezzie." But deep inside, she knew it might be a lie as she remembered Sarah's kisses, touching her hair, wrapped her arms around her plump breasts, and when Sarah's body was wrapped around her that one time. Then shifting fantasies, she wondered what it would be like to be the prize for 3 men playing a game of strip poker. "Well, I think you've answered enough," the intruder gruffly said glancing at the Menorah on the mantle. The Menorah represented the holiday of Chanukah, a military victory over outside oppressors who wished to make Jews conform to their ways. "It's time for a game. It's a modified version of a game, you've played before, sluts. Strip Dreidel." Esther and Mordecai's eyes grew wide with fright. Strip Dreidel? What kind of sicko would think of such a game. The same person who would interrogate a woman about her sexual history? Tie her brother up in her underclothes. Threaten to take them both sexually. Their eyes met as they wondered who would win and who wouldn't like the Yom Kippur prayer "Who will live and who will die?" Yet, with a smile, Mordecai wondered if his Jewish fraternity would accept the game for new initiates as part of Rush Week next year. "It can be quite liberating," the stripper of clothes continued. "The rules are quite simple. You have a four-sided top. Each side has a Hebrew letter. All the Hebrew letters spell out the words "A Great Miracle Happened Here". Like your regular dreidel game, each letter stands for somewhat the same: Shim: Take it all (off); Het: Remove and put one item of clothing in; Gimel: Take an item back (Take one); and Nun: Nothing happens to anyone, nothing is removed or put back on," looking at them wondering who would go first. "So, who's on first? Mordecai? Oh, I don't know. You look like you're all tied up," as Mordecai struggled against his sisters things desperately wanting a cigarette, to pick his nose, or scratch his balls. It was kind of like going to the Deja Vu strip joint with his buddies and realizing as the women gyrated seductively in front of them that one could look but not touch. "Well then, shall be start with Esther? Or do I need to take Mordecai sexually?" Esther gasped as Mordecai struggled, helplessly rubbing his nose against the couch. Esther reluctantly entered the stage area. Spinning the top, a child's game, she remembered the last time she had played and spun a series of Shims, taking all the pot. This time, she didn't want to be so lucky. She wished for Nuns. It was strange to wish for someone not to pay attention to her. Usually it was the opposite, thinking of all the cute men in her life. Remembering the first time she saw Moses. Wishing really doesn't work, she later realized. You have to take action. Spinning the top the way she would play with her nipple, late at night, she was relieved to see it display the Nun letter. "Whew," she thought. Now, it was the intruder's turn. Spinning the top the way he would play with his hardening cock, stroking it before playing with them later, the letter Het came up. He removed his tie from his crisply tailored dark blue or black, it was hard to tell in the light, Tennessee State Police uniform. Probably the same uniform, that got him into the place, Esther thought as his badge glittered in the sun the way Moses's eyes glittered the last day they were together. She remembered feeling the badge against her shoulders as he pulled her against him when she stepped through the door earlier. Mordecai was always in trouble for something or another. Handing the top to her, like a condom or lubricant, Esther spun it again. Het. At least it wasn't Shim. Slowly, she removed her mother's pearl choker passed on like tradition from generation to generation which encircled her neck like a collar. Again, he played. Nun. Breathing heavily, praying that Shim wouldn't come up, she spun again. Shim. Her breathing could be heard throughout the house as she turned to the rapist, eyes pleading, hands covering her chest. "Please," she begged like a trainable puppy. "Well," he said. "I didn't expect you to lose so quickly. Perhaps we could play Truth or Dare as an alternate. Would you like to play Truth of Dare instead? I'll ask some more questions about your sexuality and if you answer them truthfully, then we'll forget this losing part of the game." Esther nodded, glad she wouldn't have to remove her sweaty clothes. "OK. Have you ever fantasized having 3 men at the same time or several men and a woman?" Relieved by a question he couldn't possibly know the answer to even if he interrogated Mordecai, Esther boldly stated "No." Only to feel the slight sting of the back of his hand against her face cheek. As Mordecai looked on, wide-eyed in innocent, the despoiler told her how he had read her slutty diary and knew the truth. Then pushing Esther away from him, the intruder gruffly and unexpectedly ordered her to strip "You lying bisexual tramp. And didn't I tell you to call me "sir"." She nodded then hesitated, resisting by pulling up her panties under her skirt, and felt the sting of the back of his hairy hand against her face cheek and then wriggled as he smacked her on her cheeks under the protecting fabric. It reminded her of the time her father had spanked her as a ungrateful child and the warmth between her legs for hours afterwards. Sometimes, it seemed that she would disobey, frequently, in order to get spanked. Pulling her over on his knee onto a chair, hiking her skirt up, pulling the slip to expose her panties, she felt the first impact snap above the left thigh, the impact protected by her silk panties. More sharp smacks soon rained down, alternating between cheeks and sensitive unprotected lower thighs, like manna from heaven as she tried to protect her virgin bottom (while wriggling in pleasure) with her palms, her hands voluntarily held behind her back as he began to remove her panties for direct cheek to hand contact. Like going to a nudist camp for sunbathing. "Please," she begged, "leave my panties on! Leave them on!" Esther turned her head around to look at him while feeling his hands play with her nipples and rub against her joy button as she stiffened in fright. Putting her hands further back to protect herself, she found the effort was futile as the intruder held her hands in the small of her back while the other made contact with her now naked bottom colored purple in places like an evening sky while whispering to her that he liked a slut with a cherry-red naked ass after a spanking. After a few more whacks, the intruder got up, letting her fall to the rug like scraps for the dog. "Time for you to strip, you horny, wet slut!" he repeated while rubbing his hand against his growing member. Trembling, wanting to pee, she began to comply, wondering if he would ever keep his word. And feeling the growing wetness, hoping he wouldn't. Hearing the words, "strip, you horny wet slut" made her into one. Esther stepped into the center of the living room a few feet from the moving pulsating pictures of bisexual group sex on the screen, kicked off her black high heels while standing in view of the full length entry/living room mirror. Watching the porno tape, her eyes became as big as saucers of spilled coffee as she began to undress in front of the sounds and sights of lusty, uninhibited lovemaking. Her exposed long brown hair bobbed up and down off her shoulders like a lover on top. She began to unbutton her all cotton white blouse (in accordance with traditional Jewish law to not wear garments (Shatnes) that are a combination of different fibers like cotton and silk). The white tiny mother of pearl buttons seemed cold and alien, buttonholes felt smaller, finger felt clumsy and large, pushed each button through the opening like finding reasons for being religious and a slut, designed to frustrate her fingers. One by one they surrendered until her conforming blouse fell open, revealing pale flesh. She shrugged her shoulders and the protecting fabric fell to the floor like a kite without wind. Wondering what effect her sheer, lacy white bra caressing her 38C bodacious ta-tas, as Sarah referred to them, would have on Mordecai and the uninvited guest. She wished she was unconscious. She didn't want to remember what she knew he would do to her ultimately whether she wanted to or not. "Please," she pleaded picking up the blouse and putting it back on again, unbuttoned, standing as if doing the Amidah, the prayer where one asks favors from god/goddess in the daily Jewish prayers. "Please don't do this to us. We're both virgins." The rapist instead cruelly smiled replying, "I'll do as I please, slut. Don't argue with me anymore. I told you what I'd do if you resisted. Next time, I'll rape you in the ass and your screams with fill this room like conversation at a party. Now do a strip-tease for us, you whore." Her rapist commanded. "Thrust your tits at us. Spread your legs, show us your eager, wet pussy, and moist asshole. Suck my fingers with your submissive horny, damp, slut mouth and beg me to put them in all your holes!" She gasped in shock and began to submissively comply. Mordecai stared and strained against his growing, bulging, cut member while tasting her pussy juices from the white gag. Esther's blouse slowly came undone again from her dancing. Loose, it hung on her shoulders, like laundry blowing in the wind, showing off her white silk Victoria's Secret camisole. Suddenly, she felt her blouse start to be roughly pulled off, hearing the cotton rip like a safety rope when rappelling or like the times she would attack a meal on the conclusion of the Yom Kippur fast, the Jewish equivalent to Easter and Christmas combined. "I said, do a strip tease!" He shouted as he slowly massaged the growing bulge in his Levis as his eyes ripped her clothes off. He must-be-nine-inches Esther thought, gasping, wondering how she would fit it in as a single drop of manjuice came to the surface of the jeans. Like a burning bush, his eyes were alive with fire, with both lust and irritation. He wanted her nude and humiliated in front of her brother. Then the fun would begin and the little cock tease would finally get her comeuppance for refusing to date his best friend because he wasn't "Jewish" or as she put it, " a member of the tribe." Remembering the time, Sarah, Dale, and her while on vacation went to a male strip place in L.A., Chippendale's, Esther tried to imitate the male dancers. Pulling off her ripped blouse from where it now rested on her 32" waist and 34" baby-making hips, she twirled it above her flowing brown hair and tossed it on Mordecai where it rested on his head. Mordecai caught a whiff of her underarm odor and breast smells. He hadn't realized how a woman's natural odor or sweat could be a turn-on, until now. Straining against his bonds, his cock tried to escape like a raging Spring-fed creek straining to overflow his banks. He tried to avert his eyes or nose. He had no such luck. Slowly, she found the fastener at the waist. Plastic teeth purred as it fell to the floor like a ripe piece of fruit. A puddle at her feet. Pulled off her slip and camisole, unhooked her sweaty bra and garter belt showing off painfully erect nipples hard as corn kernels, shucked off her white stockings and panties and threw all of them over to the rapist who by this time was resting on the couch opposite Mordecai and sniffed them while beginning to caress Mordecai's innocent ass. Mordecai squirmed from the intruder's fondles, finally was able to push the gag out, and loudly moaned. The rapist other hand came over. Mordecai retasted her virgin womanjuices when her silk panties were rammed back into his mouth. Her nipples now fully erect, Esther felt embarrassed but proud of her body while standing nude in her living room in front of a strange man and her brother who had never seen her nude before or so she thought while porno flashed across the TV screen. Her firm breasts, heaved from her shallow, frightened breathing. Her stomach, displaying a little spare tire, developed even after all that exercise she engaged in. Her pussy slowly opened like a cold rose exposed to warm air, became juiced up like a creek, became full from the slow snow melt. Her clitoris stirred from the fresh cool air. She wondered why her brother moaning so much. I hope neither of them can tell I'm getting all juiced up, she thought. She was also hungry as she watched their "guest" tempt her hunger pains from fasting that day, an obligation of first born to honor their deliverence from Pharoah. Waving and eating the last of the Tarragon Roasted Chicken from the night before while offering her, teasing her with a Subway Ham n' Cheese sandwich which she declined as she kept Kosher (didn't eat pork, shellfish, or mix meat and cheese together). It was a proverbial Jewish dilemma, free bacon. * She found herself thinking of the upcoming Passover Seder. Eating dry Matzah bread like a man's skin, Dolmas -- virginal white rice stuffed inside dark green moist grape leaves, Matzah Balls plump like a nursing mother's breasts, carrot sticks like mini-erections, dark red wine like blood or menstrual fluid, small hard-boiled eggs like a man's balls, and Gelfite fish surrounded by jelly resembling a man's cum but smelling like a woman. The saliva began to build up in her mouth. Realizing that she was hungry and wanting to take a break but not at McDonalds, the intruder dragged Esther to the kitchen, his shoes clacking on the smooth linoleum floor, tapping like a guard walking the tiers and had her help make a kosher roast beef sandwiches provided she make no attempt to escape. Exhausted and hungry, she agreed. Returning, dragging Esther like a caught swordfish, he slowly fed each half of the sandwich to Mordecai and Esther. Immediately, they started crying from the extra helping of horseradish in it that had been added when Esther wasn't looking. What appeared to be wholesome food had been transformed into a Hillel sandwich, part of the Passover tradition where one eats a helping of horseradish with other ingredients to remind one of the bitterness of slavery. Their mouths burned inside from the heat, sharp like a knife. What was next, they both wondered, ice cubes, hot wax, branding, rape, sex with each other, with the same gender? As the tears wore off and Esther felt the hunger disappear like many of the men and desires in her life, she heard the rapists say to her "That's good, you've done a proper strip tease you cockteaser. You're a pretty little slut but you still need some discipline." Handing her a rough black large dog collar and medium length leash, their uninvited guest ordered Esther to put it on and undress him. "I've watched you undress in your bedroom for many a night. Strip me and untie your faggot brother. Don't forget to caress his cock when you get to it to tease him of what might befall him. And if you don't behave bitch, you'll feel the hard, painful swat of a newspaper on your cunt bitch ass." No, Esther thought as she stood listening while her pussy began to become damp like a cave after a late afternoon rain. This can't be happening. But it was. Feeling the black leather embrace and chaff her never restrained neck, the leash pulling her gradually toward new directions of her emerging sexuality, Esther slowly undressed the intruder, like a personal slave to a master in Egypt or the old South. Only this time, the roles were reversed. First came his police officer's uniform; black (master's) shirt, followed by his dark jeans jingling as she heard his keys and money fall, and then finally his socks. His underwear would come last he told her as she felt the intruder rub his bulge against her chaste face cheeks. She could smell his sweat of control as she kneeled in submission on the rug thinking of one time a lover had wanted to pull her down to the rug to rub and eat her. She realized that he had only worn the top half of his uniform to get through the door via the keyhole. A sudden wail of a cop car made the intruder stiffen, appear distracted, and not look in Esther's way. She realized that this was her chance. Leaping to her feet, like a doe in the forest, she ran to the front door. Struggling with the lock, finally unlocking the door as she felt his big catlike hands encircle her, throw her against the cool wall the way Romans threw Jews against the Western Wall during the fall of Jerusalem in 70 C.E., and then drag her down to the tile for the "kill" as the blood rushed to her head and she saw herself being taken and abused in the full-length mirror. "Just what do you think you're doing, slut? Trying to escape? Well, I'll just have to punish you." Esther screamed in fear until his hands covered her mouth as he dragged her to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he got out several ice cubes as her eyes grew wide. She tried to scream on the way back but couldn't feeling the chill against her skin. Getting a condom, he inserted the ice cubes in it, then lubricated it, and shoved it roughly into her slightly moist pussy. At first, she felt nothing. Then the cold hit her like the cold she felt last Summer when she, Sarah, and Abraham visited the Big Four Ice Caves near Darrington. The cold penetrated every orifice, deep inside. She had shivered for hours afterwards. Soon, the ice cubes began to feel like cold, then hot, then cold. She begged the intruder, tears on her face, to take them out and let her warm up, pleading that she wouldn't try to escape again, and to "be good". Finally, hearing her promise to "be good", to be a "good submissive slut", he removed the half-melted cubes. "I guess we can say you're an "ice princess" now but let me warm you up as he lit one of the Shabbot candles from the dining room table," he whispered to her as Esther shook her head "no, not that." Telling her to hold her hands to her ankles, Mordecai watched her writhe and scream in "pain" as the sicko let the hot wax sizzle downward like a long waterfall to warm her naked, slut ass, coat each extended nipple, holding it high so the wax would cool slightly at first before touching her skin, gauging the distance to sound of her cries, raising and lowering the candle to vary the intensity of pain and fulfill her demands for more heat in her life. It only took a minute to obtain her obedience. Then after resting for a minute, still shivering, she completed the rest of his undressing, removing his white Jockey underwear, worn high like Marky Mark and letting his cock spring free. Stepping back, they both looked at the intruder's body and gasped. He was taller than them, massively built in the arms, shoulders, and chest, breasts slowly rising from his chest like islands in the Hawaiian islands, hair everywhere, on the chest, legs, arms, and ass, his chest hair, dark brown flowed together like little streams merging into a shadowy river of hair or braided rope in the center of his chest, a stiff washboard stomach, medium-narrow waist, full firm buns, tree-trunk-like legs, dark frizzy hair, and brown eyes offset by his mustache and dark skin. At any other time, Esther would have gladly submitted. But why now?, she wondered. Seeing how they were eyeing him, the rapists quickly untied Mordecai. She smelled his fear from the damp mansweat on his clothes discarded on the floor like obsolete morals. She covered her mouth and smelled her hands. He still had her sweaty smelly panties stuffed into his mouth like a Hillel sandwich, a traditional mouth-filling meal on Passover. She stopped when she got to his firm, white jockstrap continuing his bulging, firm member. The intruder placed her hand momentarily on his straining erection and she felt it stiffen. Sitting on the sofa, Mordecai tried to use his soft hands to hide his erection from her. His man-meat throbbed against the confines while in the center of his jockstrap a small wet spot of manjuices began to form. They looked at each with a gaze of desperation. What next? Their molester motioned for her to remove Mordecai's yarmulke, a small circular head covering that Orthodox Jewish men usually wore. It fell to the carpet, bouncing like lovers on a waterbed or the scene from the movie "Witness." "OK, slut and faggot," their molester ordered. "I can see you're both turned on." Pointing to Esther's hairy snatch, he said "Your pussy is dripping like a rain forest and your lips are red and spread apart. Let him feel your wet snatch and finish undressing him. There's no question that faggot here wants a blow job. Maybe, I'll let him fuck you afterwards in the ass since he's obviously hard and ready." "No!" Esther exclaimed her eyes wide with dread. "You promised." "I only promised not to take you myself if you helped me molest your brother. I said nothing about him. But since you raised a good point, girl, we'll change things around." Turning to Mordecai and untying him from her natural scented pantyhose, the intruder ordered him to get on his knees,"You little cocksucker. I need a virgin blow job on my watering spout. Time for you to learn what every woman knows how to do. And you, slut can eat his virgin ass and prepare him for an ass fuck later. And if he gives you any trouble, girl," reaching into his bag, filled with horrid adult toys, she thought and pulling out some soft rope, "rope this around his balls and cock and pull tight in case he gets some other ideas. Agreed?" They both nodded. Mordecai got on his elbows and knees and prepared for the worst. His hairy member tried to escape from his full jock-strap. Esther dropped the cock ring and rope by her brother's knees. She heard the intruder order Mordecai to put a thin, clear, unlubricated condom on his dark, long, thick hairless ebony colored uncut member after putting some lubricant inside the condom for the defiler's pleasure. She looked up and saw the intruder's quivering member. He was big, 8" it seemed, and uncut. It was the first time she had seen an uncut man, his foreskin nearly pulled back, a single drop of precum at the urethra opening. Sarah called it forbidden fruit, delightful forbidden fruit, and said men were nearly a foot long. This close, it sure seemed like it. She heard Mordecai protest that he was too big, followed by a threat to take your sister in the ass instead. Reluctantly, Mordecai puts his tongue on the tip, rolling around the diameter, pretending that he was sucking a soft, musky spotted banana at a frat party initiation. Sucking sounds began to start as the rapists throbbing train soon entered Mordecai's damp tunnel. His lips surrounded and felt the pulsating cock veins followed by slow, gentle moans. Like a happy dog nibbling on a bone, she heard the intruder's cock being gurgled and played with like an Atomic Fireball by a small daring child. Her brother's hands soon reluctantly fell between his legs. He began to caress his throbbing, pulsating cock, dry and wet like cubes of melting dark chocolate, the way she saw him play with himself on his bed on hot Summer nights, white Calvin Klein shorts pulled down, and heard him breath deeply, and moan sharply, signifying the time when he would begin to climax. Once, on a full moon, she saw him ejaculate, the white jism exploding like a little volcanic eruption into the air before falling like new snow on his chest and run down the sides of his stomach like a mountain stream. Afterwards, she had furiously pleased herself, and would sometimes get up at night to see if she could catch him in the act again. She never did after that night. Esther felt the leash and the molester's hands on her head pushing her down into her brother's dark Grand Canyon. She tried to resist but yielded to training when she felt the sting of a newspaper on her misbehaving bare bitch ass. Slowly, yielding, one of her hands began to also caress Mordecai's imprisoned, straining member and his hand, damp from all his horniness. Her other hand wove back and forth between her straining to be caressed breasts and lubricating pussy, beginning to smell like Hoya flowers in bloom. She wished Sarah was here so they could hold hands until the intruder was done and had left. After handing her a washcloth to wash her brother, Esther's nostrils began to fill with the moldy smells of her brother's bumhole. Her untried tongue started to probe the little hole and the rough but smooth surfaces of the muscle leading inward. Her brother spread his vulerable ass cheeks wider for her moaning the way she did when she played with herself. She heard the intruder order her to remove her brother's now stained from precum fluid jockstrap. Esther pulled down his moist, sweaty from fear, jockstrap and exposed his hairy, cut member, the head covered with pre-cum manjuices, finally pulling free. God, he's big, she thought. If he would act like a human being, any woman, even Sarah would like him. It looks like he's a good 7 inches. The rapist reminded her about the small leather cock ring and balls strap. She wrapped it roughly around her brother's monstrous dick and hairy balls. Playing with his balls and cock with one hand, he other hand slowly, reluctantly drifted down to her pussy and she began to play with herself, working a finger past her labia to the second digit, groaning, trying to conceal her activity wishing that someone was playing expertly with their thumbs on her nipples, flicking on her nips. Her brother pulled away from her and the intruder and sat next to the rapist. Both were struggling not to come like a recent lottery winner trying not to tell their best friend. Quickly, the uninvited guest pulled Esther roughly by her leash, applying nipple clamps to control her further like a naughty, misbehaving puppy while her brother pulled her by the hair onto the couch like some caveman of long ago. They rested her face on their split half oreo cookie thighs. Their quivering soon to be latex-covered cocks pointed at her like rifles on patrol. She felt the intensity of the clamps and the arousal each clamp brought. She wished she could rub them off but was afraid of coming in front of them from the sensations. The rapist ordered her to stroke both of their vibrating naked but covered cocks, cut and uncut, black and white, big and tall, while taking them in her mouth, open like a Kiddush cup, the cup one filled with wine to celebrate the holiday alternatively. She waited for each of them to pour their wine in her virgin mouth. Hoping she could avoid tasting any of the leaking bitter juices. Wishing they weren't planning as if imitating the movie to have the manjuices explode and flow down the side of her face like a volcanic eruption. She began to gently probe with her tongue, the rapist's pulsating, still latex covered cock first, feeling it slide all the way to back of her throat, gagging slightly from the strange sensation, then began with her brother's after the molester handed Mordecai a Cherry flavored condom to use. Each cock felt differently. Mordecai's filled her whole mouth like eating a peeled cuke whole, didn't touch her tonsils, and tasted of Cherry. The smell of matzah ball soap drifted upward from his hairy, sweaty balls. Having one ready to erupt cock in her learning mouth, stroking the other while her hand soon rested between her legs, her meaty thighs crying out for Weight Watchers, she masturbated, reluctantly, slowly, trying to hide her nimble fingers, wishing they were both someone else while her pussy ached to be filled like a hungry stomach after Yom Kippur (fast for 24 hours). She quivered, pulled away, ready to orgasm, felt her mind whirlpool while feeling her body jacknife like a caught Swordfish in the Mexican seas in violent strokes. Yet, like the twin stubby, like deflated cocks, candles lit in anticipation and to welcome the Jewish Sabbath on Friday evening, she burned with lust and desire but contained her flames. She didn't come. Immediately, the intruder alternatively pulled off their respective condoms and both erupted on each side of her face. Her chaste cheeks becoming streamed with white. Like the pale creamy white jelly lying on a serving of Gelfite fish, a popular Jewish delicacy around holidays like Yom Kippur and Passover. Esther struggled, the smell of musky pollen added to the musky ass smell still in her nostrils. Then Esther stood on her knees, humiliated, tears in her eyes as the white cream, like fat on plate of cooling beef brisket, a serving of manjuices slowly cascaded down to her heaving bosom while her hand tried but failed to resist the building urge like an artist to create to continue fondling herself. She couldn't believe that her brother had participated. She wanted revenge. Quickly, she remembered the cock rope she had woven around his balls and cock and pulled it tight several times. "That's for coming in my face, you faggot." she yelled. Mordecai's screams of pain filled the room, replacing the disappearing sunshine. The intruder smiled as Mordecai, now on his knees from the strength of her yanks and twists, begged his sister to not pull his balls and cock discipline ring anymore, that it just happened, that it was an accident, only to feel the tightness and searing pain once again. Finally, after several minutes of hearing the little faggot's pleadings, the intruder came up with an idea and whispered it to Esther who agreed. Changes Quickly, with Esther leading Mordecai by his now painful cock or "Bobbit" leash, they dragged him to the bathroom and got out the shaving supplies. The intruder told Mordecai that since he sucked cock so well, it was time for him to find out what it was really like to be a woman by starting with shaving off all of his male hair. Before he could protest, Esther, with great enthusiasm, and the molester held him down in the jacuzzi and shaved off all of his furry, body and chest hair except for a portion on his chest that spelled out the word "FAG". Esther had the Bobbit honor, if one could call it that of shaving off all of her brother's silky pubic hair. Smiling, she made sure that she nicked him every time he moved or resisted. The sea of foam soon became streaked with dark and bright blood spots, like one of her used Kotex from a week and a half ago. Even when he didn't move, she still nicked him, rationing that it was for all the times he made her cry. She let the uninvited guest fonder her brother's once again stiffing 7" cut member while he gave Mordecai a Mohawk and removed Mordecai's virgin ass hair while taunting him how he, Mordecai was a "little faggot boy" who would like feeling a nice, stiff brown cock up his untried ass. Or maybe, he would like to eat some virgin pussy at the same time. With her panties, soaked from his saliva, now stuffed in his mouth, Mordecai was overwhelmed by her scent, shocked by what was happening, and wondered how worst it could get while he tried to resist getting turned on more. But he had liked her virgin tongue probing his puckered hole. Showers By this time, Esther needed to pee real bad. She indicated to the intruder that she needed to use the toilet. Instead, she was shocked when the molester told her climb into the jacuzzi, straddle Mordecai over his face, and let it go after shoving her brother's crusty jockstrap in her moist Cherry-scented mouth. "You can't be serious?" she said, muffled through his jockstrap. "I am, slut. Spread your legs and let it rip. Otherwise, let your bladder burst and die." Mordecai pleaded with her, his supplications faint like her unanswered prayers to God the day her parents had their auto accident to let one live through the gag to not do this horrid, humiliating thing. Mordecai's bladder pressed against himself. His words were cut out suddenly, as the panties were removed like an avalanche on Mt. Rainier, and his nostrils were filled with the musky, animal like smell from the golden stream of Esther's hot urine from her spread, pulsating lips. Pungent, like the mild sulphur smell of a waterfall in the Oregon's Cougar Hot Springs third pool, it poured out of his mouth, washing away all of his loose hairs like logs knocked over when Mt. St. Helens erupted. The white, virginal shaving cream cascaded down off his naked chest and over and around his balls like a mini waterfall filled with the remains of a melting snowfield. "Now, it's your turn to be shaved and turned into a little girl, slut. Spread them.", the despoiler of young girls and boys said as he cruelly pulled Esther screaming and begging for mercy onto the top of the bathroom countertop and held her there. He untied and handed Mordecai the can of shaving cream and razor who quickly complied in revenge for her bobbit-like tugs. Soon, Esther had a hairless girlish ass and naked, exposed, bald pussy lips. Just like when she was a pre-puberty girl. This bastard is really sick, she thought, as he fondled her now naked pussy and told her to think of herself as a girl scout who came to his home to sell cookies and sold herself instead. She tried not to but was unsuccessful. Her pulsating, engorged, over-stimulated pussy lips were spread apart from all the excessive sexual stimulation like a beginning ice cave on the Mt. Rainier. It brought back memories of how she had discovered a new way to masturbate like a born-again-pagan several years ago without using her hands by holding her pillow between her legs and rocking back and forth with her arms and hands wrapped around the pillow like some future lover, and the pleasure it brought when she slept on it, smelling her scent drifting up towards her like new growth in Spring. "I've got to go to," Mordecai said, standing up and shaking away droplets of water and piss mixed together like oil and vinegar. "So do I," said the intruder and grabbed Esther, removed the jockstrap from her mouth, and pushed her into the bathtub. "Get in the jacuzzi, slut. On your knees like a proper slut wife. Don't look at us, you worthless, horny, good for fucking only slut." Like the pairs of candles being prepared in many of their neighbors homes to be lit this Jewish Sabbath and Passover holiday evening, twin waterfalls released from a dam poured out from both of them, resting on her virginal back before roaring down her back and washing her now naked, hairless, exposed clit. It surprised her to find herself being turned on to feel the warm wetness flowing down her exposed pale pussy and smell the odor like fresh roses. She heard the intruder order her to turn over and submissively complied like a good temp slave. The twin streams hit her erect nipples, the warmth reminding her of a jet in a hot tub she and Sarah had rented one afternoon at Tubs and the pleasure it gave her when she ran it across her semi-nude clit, hidden under the water, exposed from pulling away the swimsuit. The streams ended. She and Mordecai were told to take a shower together and wash each other's private parts, particularly each other's ass. She felt Mordecai and their despoiler eagerly climb into the large Jacuzzi tub. The hot water fell like fresh, pure Spring rain for the Mikvah, a Jewish ritual cleansing bath. The smell of their sweat, woman and manjuices, and lubricant were soon rinsed and cleaned off of them. Esther felt a knowing wash cloth explore her pussy and ass while another different hand cupped and washed her jelly stained breasts from behind. She resisted washing either of their soft, pliable round cocks like small bananas or their round buttocks but her hands soon acted otherwise. Would this nightmare ever end, she wondered? Cross Dressing Time "OK, slut and faggot, time for Mordecai to play dress up. Back into the living room." they heard him say as he dragged them, shivering wet and dripping back into the living room. Esther heard him rummaging through a bag which she had seen on the floor and quickly dressed Mordecai in her soaked panties, bra, garter belt, slip, and camisole. "On your knees faggot. You," pointing to Esther, "you're helping me feminize your brother," as he took out a doubled pronged device, a strap-on he said. Putting a dual vibrating lubricated strap-on with one plug inserted in her now juiced-up pussy and the other protruded from her body as she stood still like Lot. Each side was covered with a condom. Ordering Mordecai to give her a pre-lub "blow job", Mordecai waddled over like a duck and slowly, reluctantly began to suck on the strap-on protruding from her. Rolling his tongue around her "cock", pressing down, feeling herself moan as her slit got juicier. It felt good to have him bear down like a woman in childbirth on the longer protrusion while the other shorter side pressed against her clit. He wondered what if would be like to "taken by a woman in his virgin ass". Turning on the vibrators, buzzing like angry bees, the intruder ordered her to lubricate the outer strap-on portion, cover it with a new condom, "ridges", and shove it up roughly in her brother's virgin ass after roughly pulling down his panties. She complied and smiled when she heard Mordecai's slight shrieks of discomfort and begs for mercy from her while the inside portion teased her swollen clit and she plunged it deeper, harder, rubbing against his prostate gland. "Oh, one thing. If either of you faggot boy or slut bitch want me to stop, all you have to do is for both of you to shout a safeword, a world which will stop everything and I'll leave. The safeword is "Heil Hitler," their trespasser said, gloatingly looking over at the Chanukah Menorah, a Jewish symbol commemorating a victory against oppression many thousand of years ago on their fireplace mantle. Shocked by the voltage of his words beyond their wildest dreams and experiences, Esther and Mordecai looked at each with pleading eyes. Both thought, will this ever stop as neither could say those two evil words? "Now, put a panty liner in your cute little virgin panties. Dress him with the rest of your undies." Mordecai struggled, but she overpowered him with the rapist's help. Now her brother rested on his knees and elbows, dressed in her stockings, lacy garter belt, panties, and bra. Humiliated, tears came to his eyes from the pleasure and pain of the lubricated strap-on in his untried ass as he begged her to stop but secretly wished she didn't. Esther whispered into to his red ears that this was payment for all the times he interfered with her dates, treated her like a wife and not a sister by expecting her to do everything domestic, and leaving the seat up all the time. Particularly the time she stagged in at 3 a.m. after a kegger at ZBT, a Jewish fraternity at the UW and promptly fell in ass backwards, and her shrieks from the awaking cold water awoke him. While that mistake was never repeated, she whispered like a phone sex hooker, now it was time for him to stand up for his dress and blouse and a few other things. After complying, the intruder ordered them both into her room when she applied a wig to her brother's hair, painted his finger nails, put on lipstick and makeup and made him look like a pretty good looking woman. But not as good looking as Dan Savage, a columnist for the Seattle Stranger who looked better as Sally Raphael. "Well, I think it's time to find out if Mordecai is a little faggot after all. We know he likes to be fucked in the ass by a woman with a strap-on." he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an unlubricated condom. "I haven't my uncut, ebony cock sucked to completion, erupting all over a little faggot face now for several days since my last victim." he said leeringly as he began to tie Mordecai's hands and feet together again with yesterday's pantyhose. The abuser of innocent virgins wondered whether his soon to explode manjuices would fall on Mordecai's left or right faggot face cheek. Mordecai stiffened. "No, you're not". I'm not that way. I'll fondle you and suck you but you're not coming in my mouth or face." His face reflected both his fright and anticipation. "Oh, I think you are. But if you say no, you little faggot, then I guess we'll see what kind of a cocksucker and ass fuck, your sister is." Mordecai realized he had no choice. If he let Esther get taken by the aggressor, then she would get even with him. Knowing Esther and her prior tugs, it would be worst this time. The user of now hairless young men and women took Mordecai's hand, placed in on his ebony condom covered cock and told him to "make me hard, white boy." His cock pressed against the silky softness of his sister's panties. He realized for the first time, how comfortable panties could be, and like a hidden crevasse in a snowfield, his cock began to grow. His nipples rested in his sister's half-cup bra, slowly stimulating him from all the motion and feeling the softness of the fabric. He got on his white stocking clad knees feeling the scratchiness of the nylon material against his naked skin, his panty clad ass rose in the air. Resting on the rapist's meaty dark chicken thighs, Mordecai closed his eyes, practiced his breathing techniques, slowly began to swallow the pulsating snake in front of him. Smelling the muskyness from the intruder's balls and scrotum, he began to make meowing sounds, like a kitten discovering a ball of string, and slowly covered the big but right for ass, pussy, or virgin mouth fucking cock of the intruder. Coming up for air, he pulled the intruder's pants down farther which had been put on to answer the door for a UPS delivery, hearing keys and coins jingle like an approaching ice cream truck in order to suck his balls, lick his ass, suck on his scrotum while wondering what would be done with his ass. God, Mordecai felt, I never thought sex could be so good. I wonder what it is like with a woman. Esther heard the intruder tell her to pull down faggot's panties, finger fuck him, and insert this, as she felt a ribbed condom covered 8 inch soft plastic black vibrating dildo 5 inches around be placed in her hand. She slowly pulled down his panties again till only the crack of his ass was exposed and his puckered hole clenched and unclenched from the stimulation like a blowhole in Hawaii. His lubricated ass aroma filled her nostrils. She wanted to fuck him again with the strap-on. It felt so good against her plump swollen fuck button. She lubricated her gloved middle finger and cruelly plunged it in, still thinking of all the times he had made her cook, even when she was sick from endometrosis last quarter. He yelled in both pain and beginning pleasure. She then slowly inserted the condom covered soon to be sticky and damp vibrator into her brother's resisting ass, as the despoiler of young men told him to push out as if he was on the toilet. Telling her to leave it in for 5 minutes after she got it in to give him time to be a "good, little, faggot" and get used to it." With every effort of resistance, she pushed harder, until she felt the vibrating dildo push in and heard him moan, discovering the pleasure of a threeway like a wild animal after its first kill as he felt the sensuality of a mouthful of hard cock or cock-like in both orifices. Only his cock was untouched. It now tried to force itself out of her stained moist from his pre-cum juices white silk panties. She had never heard him act like this. Sometimes, late at night she would hear him masturbate, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow until he came with a groan and a whimper, but he was usually pretty quiet. Once, she had found one of her soiled panties in his room when getting his laundry. He had said that he must have grabbed the wrong pile of laundry thinking it was done. Now, she thought, she didn't know anything about him. Hearing his sounds of pleasure, she thought it was as though he really liked sucking a man's cock, a black man's cock at that while being fucked full in the ass with a dildo. What would be next? Suddenly, Esther felt herself being dragged over. She tried to resist but strong brown, coffee stained hands pulled down Mordecai's panties completely, shoved her mouth over his eager, stiffening, ready to discharge naked, never used before cock. Lying her on her back, she felt his hands caress her breasts while a knowing, experienced furry bush rider above the mouth and tongue began to explore where no man had gone before as the theme song for "Star Trek" began to run through her head as she felt his tongue taste her virgin pussy. She tried to protest this breach of contract but with one hand holding the leash, controlling her virgin mouth, she could not. She tasted Mordecai's salty virginal pre-cum, felt him begin to grow and swell like ocean waves in anticipation of erupting into her Pele mouth while her own emotions and lustiness began to stir like eddies on a Class V white water rapids. Now, the molester began to non-consensually play with her asshole. First, licking her puckered opening after stretching Saran Wrap across it like a vanilla ice cream cone on a hot Seattle day as she tried to mumble in protest, savoring her musky, she-wolf like odor, then inserting a lubricated condom-covered finger, gently, firmly while he sucked hard on her pussy, tasting the bagel and lox she had earlier, sucking her hard the way she would suck the cream cheese out of a blintz, a Jewish pastry, his tongue whipped in and out of her inner red, engorged lips, wrapped itself around the outer lips, thrusting into her like a well written poem or prayer until she could no longer resist. Reluctantly, her fingers began to play with her little knob, stump of pleasure, bringing back memories of necking with an old boyfriend in the woods and the way she wanted him to satisfy and explode her with his thighs, hands, fingers, and tongue. Drunk with horniness, her mind now alive with images of herself dancing, stripping, exposing herself like a common liberated slut at the Lusty Lady, a woman-run strip joint in Seattle (after reluctantly, like deciding to masturbate on a regular basis to give in to her desires, going there one evening for a friend's bridal shower), Esther slowly yielded to pleasure. Her screams of pleasure filled her bedroom like the way certain key prayers on a Sabbath morning would be shouted by the congregation and fill the synagogue. She herself shouting, "Oh, god. Oh, god. Kadosh, Kadosh, Kadosh (Holy, Holy, Holy). " She dripped in sweat from the first time as she lost her hand, mind, mouth, ass, clit, and pussy virginities collectively from knowing fingers, cocks, or something else. Mordecai stiffened, gasped in animal delight, like the tomcat she saw last Summer on top of the other cat, and she felt something thick and wet hitting the back of her mouth, filling the back of her throat with a slightly virgin salty and sour pollen muskyness. She gulped from the unexpected amount, the strange tart smell and taste in her mouth, and the stickyness on her tongue. Exploding again, from the intruder's lubricated covered fingers raping her virgin ass, feeling the quivering signaling the approach of high pleasure, moans becoming cries, hips bucking widely like an unbroken horse of long ago, her ass muscles clenched, as she finger fucked her pussy until her orgasm overwhelmed her like a storm capsizing a boat on an open sea. Exhausted, dazed, gasping in her sweat, Esther turned away from the rapist. He pulled out of Mordecai's now eager mouth and quickly took her doggy style, impaling her like a caught Salmon, spanking her blushing rear end further when she didn't respond. Holding the leash in her hands, after tying up her hands behind her back, the intruder threw her on her stomach on the table. Restrained her feet to the table legs as he shoved various religious objects on the table to the floor. Roughly handling her breasts, he pulled her head back, thrusting his tongue inside her moist top orifice. His mouth was warm and wet like an odorless pussy. The defiler ordered her to "bark like a bitch, slut" Complying, Esther looked at the lone passover seder plate teetering on the edge of the table by her mouth, her naked breasts pressed against the sacrificial altar, and felt his cock swell up inside of her like an incoming tide rushing through Deception Pass further north. Glancing to the side, she noticed her father's Tallit or prayer shawl hanging on the wall next to her. She howled like a trapped wolf captured in a hunter's snare, knowing that its efforts to escape are useless. After all the molesting by the intruder, waves of pleasure finally overtook her. She could no longer resist. Why had she waited so long?, she wondered as the waves of pleasure overtook her like the waves in Winter at Seaside would sometimes sweep an unsuspecting, innocent victim out to sea, never to be seen again. Feeling the intruder stiffen, shout that he was coming, and Mordecai gulp for breath as the cock was shoved back into his mouth. She heard the sound of latex being removed. Mordecai gagged from the sudden smell of manjuices pouring on his unsophisticated face. Moments went by. The room was filled with deep breathing, like Spring waterfalls. Then, the rapist whispered to her brother and passionately kissed him. Her brother unexpected responded in kind, covering the uninvited guest's face with his fresh, moist, spent manjuices, dripping like melting ice caves and red lipstick like virgin blood. Esther was surprised by Mordecai's response. Mordecai's hands and feet strained to explore their new found freedom while he fantasized being taken by Abraham, Sarah's always horny boyfriend who once made, he thought a pass at him in high school gym. His mouth wanted to taste more cock and pussy and puckered assholes. And for sexual safety, he thought, let's keep it within the (Jewish) community. The intruder quickly released Mordecai's hands and feet. Before Esther could react he tied her submissively with her hands behind her back and her ankles crossed over and tied up together with day-old pantyhose. The despoiler of virgins and Mordecai both began to spank her, hard with the palm of their hands. The sound of hands slapping a sassy slut's ass filled the room like the wings of pigeons taking off. Then Mordecai handed her kinky despoiler a bread paddle. She felt it land, stinging like a sword on her bottom, creating a rosy bottom the color of watered-down pizza sauce. "Why did you break your word? Why did you do it?" she cried? "We had a deal." Tears of pleasure came to her eyes. "Too bad." he replied, "you naughty little virgin slut. Now you understand why so many of my other victims don't report my training sessions. I mean, can you imagine, telling your friends, you had an orgasm with your brother in a threeway? That you were deliciously fucked by a black man or sucked off your brother? But now it's time for you to get fucked by your brother. Fuck her, faggot. Show me, that you're not one and a real man. And while you're at it, cocksucker, blindfold her." Sarah Suddenly, the house was filled with the sound of someone knocking at the front door. Three knocks. Then two knocks. It was the secret knock Sarah and Esther had arranged so either could enter each other's house using their respective guest keys. Still tied, neither Esther or Mordecai could escape to warn her not to come in. Quickly, stuffing a jockstrap and panties in their respective mouths, the future despoiler of Sarah, exited the room and hid behind the front door. Like before, he roughly grabbed Sarah from behind in her light Quickie (TM) wheelchair as she entered, holding the cold blade of the knife against her throat, feeling her tense up, shutting the door behind her, dragging and pushing her into the darkened bedroom as she screamed in helpless terror. Sarah's eyes grew wide with fright or was it lust, Esther thought as she took on the scene in front of her. It was amazing what a little fear could do. Mordecai was still cross dressed with traces of cum over his face like partially snow covered moutain peaks showing that he had engaged in sex with another man. Esther was tied hand and foot, her bare pussy exposed for Sarah and the entire world to see or eat indicating that she was nothing more than a common, horny slut or whore. Her squishy-wet cunt smell filled the room for Sarah to smell and guess what she was doing that she had told Sarah she wouldn't do until her wedding night. Esther wondered if they would still be friends. Esther and Mordecai shivered from hearing the sound of tearing cloth and Sarah's screams. The strong rapist lifted her out of her wheelchair while her strong hands tried to hold on to the freedom chair. She lost. Throwing Sarah on the bed, he soon roughly spread-eagled her and tied her limp legs to the bedposts on her back. Her blonde hair soon became stained from the droplets of manjuices which had dropped from both of the men onto the queen-sized bed. Her body was clammy, damp from sweat of fear. He roughly ripped off Sarah's clothes, popping buttons, feeling and hearing the sound of dainty cotton undies being torn to shreds by his hands and knife as he rushed to get to her plump, heaving with fear, 38D bodacious ta-tas, every man's dream and particularly Abraham's and Mordecai's. Before she had lost 75 pounds and become a Police Officer, Sarah had secretly danced and stripped on amateur's night, winning second place several times with her friends from the Bent BBS at the Lusty Lady in Seattle under Esther's name and social security number. Esther had often fantasized after seeing Sarah perform about doing the same or being a braless truck-stop waitress in short skirt and crothless panty lingerie serving her famished customers any way they wanted. Esther heard Sarah plead that she was on her period but it was to no avail. The jockstrap was replaced with Sarah's moist like a foot in a mountain stream, musky like a Spring meadow, juice-drenched panties. What is he planning to do, Esther and Sarah wondered? Before long after the last item of clothing had fallen like Fall leaves, Sarah's despoiler went to the bathroom to get the shaving cream and razor to make a new woman or girl out of her. Esther could only look, helplessly, wishing she could hold Sarah's soft hands as she watched Sarah changed back into a "little girl." Esther struggled to escape but the binding effect of the her own pantyhose like her religious thoughts and beliefs trapped her. She heard Sarah protest to do some unspecified thing and then agree when a threat of some sorts was whispered into Sarah's ear. Esther's ass, pussy, mouth, and hands ached to be filled. Realizing there was no escape, feeling the rapist's eyes trace a line down her back to her moist ass and pussy, Esther relaxed on her knees, her breasts resting on the bed waiting to be caressed, her ass and pussy exposed for her brother or anyone to do with as s/he wished. Bisexual Orgy She felt the velvet blackness encircle her eyes. Her brother's knowing hands touched her slightly wet head hair, touched her aroused nipples, probed her moist, musky ass, naked pussy with spread apart pussy lips, and continued to caress her budding breasts. She heard the sounds of other clothing being removed. Was it her brother or their guest? A condom clad cock began to probe her mouth while a mouth entertained her pussy. Whose cock was it? She tasted the balls, feeling the nakedness, encircled it with her mouth, probing it with her tongue. It felt cut. Her brother's. The bastard, she thought. She tried to resist its invasion but couldn't. Like a passionate lover's tongue, it plunged all the way back. She tried to close her legs, her thighs to the invasion of a knowing tongue but it felt so good to be helpless, her naked pussy being molested. Then unexpectedly, she felt her bounds being loosened. Condom covered cocks each entered her waiting to be filled pussy and eager, lubricated, awaiting ass. Her hands were freed, like the slaves of Egypt, and the smell of a horny, dry, menstruating woman filled Esther's nostrils. A knowing hand removed Sarah's panties from her mouth only to replace them with the real thing on top of her pulsating tongue and wanting to be kissed, passionately lips. Her tongue felt the little white string as Sarah slowly juiced up like a river in Spring. She felt herself moved on top of Sarah. They felt each other's breasts caress their respective belly's. Feeling Sarah's virgin tongue against her clit, resisting it, then feeling her naked pussy lips begin to be expertly sucked by lips while her love button was nibbled with by Sarah's inside penis. Shocked, but turned on, she reached down with her hands to caress Sarah's breasts. She had always wanted to make love to her best friend. Now she had her chance and an excuse. Feminine hands began to caress her breasts in return and sometimes slid downward too help her along with her arriving orgasm, like the prophet Elijah, a figure to Jewish mythology who always arrives to help the downtrodden when people need him. She felt Sarah's clit harden and begin to come beneath her mouth as both the intruder and Mordecai unexpectedly pushed her aside and took over, sharing the road so to speak. Feeling Sarah's partially limp body embrace her, Sarah's strong, well-exercised hands and arms pulled Esther towards her like a flower attracting a bee. Each grabbed one of the other's breasts, caressing it softly, nipple became firm in the hand. Esther fondled Sarah's ass with her other hand while Sarah's thighs alternatively squeezed the intruder's and Mordecai's flushed faces. Esther felt Sarah rub against her lubricated, woman-juiced, smeared cheeks. Sarah cried out, in approaching orgasm, begged Esther not to stop now while her 38D breasts moved rapidly and her breathing became more ragged, her face and chest more flushed. Finally, she heard Sarah moan, change to a deep muffled groan, feel Sarah's body stiffen as her mouth returned to Sarah's sticky clit, pushed against the twin peaks inside her, felt the cocks in her pussy and ass stiffen, become more hard than before, and both condoms felt more lubricated on the inside from the sudden eruptions inside the latex lava tubes. Esther's swollen round clit, like a rosebud, unfolded as she rode Sarah's gasping tongue, waiting to be plucked, and became more sensitive as she felt her second orgasm approach. It was like having a finger swirling in the erogenous zones of her brain. She no longer knew what she knew, felt, or was taught. She tried to be quiet, but it was futile as not hearing the customary sound of a wrapped glass being broken at the conclusion of a Jewish wedding and wanting to shout "Mazel Tov" (congratulations), anyway. Sarah pushed her girl-lips up to her, filling her mouth with erupting womanjuices, tasting softly like the red wine she had consumed before wheeling over. "Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm coming, I'm coming." Esther yelled. Screams shattering her glass of morals, breaking her free finally from her repression. Her chest became flush with lust. Hands, now free like the slaves of Egypt embraced Sarah's ass willingly. Holding her roundish globes like carrying Torah scrolls during Simhat Torah (when the religious law was given to the Jewish people and people celebrate once a year by dancing around the synagogue with the scrolls like a lover's body). Finger fucking Sarah's clenching asshole while a knowing tongue explored hers. Then eating her ass with her spying tongue as she felt a third eruption of her pleasure. And wishing neither was around to hear her. Damm her brother. She was going to get even. But the molester had other ideas. Turning Esther over on her stomach, she felt a wetness trace its way on her ass. The smell of permanent magic marker filled the room. It seemed like he was writing something. On her ass. Showing her a mirror after temporarily removing the blindfold of submission or obedience, she noticed the word "lesbo slut" on one cheek. Embarrassed, she hung her face in her hands until the rapist told her, "Now, you can turn the other cheek." and saw on the other, "submissive slut". Then the intruder returned her to darkness as tears came to her once virgin eyes. At least, Sarah remarked afterwards, he didn't do "bloodsports" on you. Cutting the words or lewd pictures on the outer layer of skin, then spanking her still rosy behind with a protected, gloved hand or pink paddle from Toys R Us until the skin "broke" and blood filled the traced, cut lines creating the words or obscene pictures. After taking a few pictures (she felt the camera flash through the black cloth) of the three of them together, nude and bound, the rapist told her he was leaving a few toys for the both or all three of them to play with now that they were so well acquainted and suggested they might want to look at her and Mordecai's birth certificates in the upper right drawer of her late parent's dresser located in her parent's old room, now Mordecai's. Discovery and Redemption/Mistress Lilith (The Fourth Cup of Wine) In a few minutes, Mordecai was able to untie them both and remove the blindfold. She let Sarah massage her sore muscles and outer pussy lips. Leaving the room, Mordecai who still hadn't removed Esther's lingerie went to get the certificates. Sarah repositioned herself back in her wheelchair and went to the bathroom. Esther helped her as their house was not modified. When they returned, Sarah, looked at Mordecai and Esther a second time, smacked her lips, looked at them in lust, and rubbed her clit with her breast sweat soaked hand. She imagined what future Jewish Sabbath (when one was expected to make love to one's partner) would bring if she was right about them. The room reeked of hot, sweaty sex and gender juices, and the love that once dared not speak its name would now not shut up. Looking at the certificates and a opened letter addressed to Moses which Mordecai had found by now, they discovered that the birth certificates indicated that they were not brother and sister but first cousins. Jewish law did not prohibit first cousins from becoming involved. Esther and Mordecai's fathers were brothers. The latter had died with his wife in a Corvair car crash shortly after the Gulf of Tompkin resolution was passed leaving behind a brown-eyed, black haired newborn for his brother to raise. The letter was from Akia to Moses shortly before they left on their trip to give birth to Hannah in Israel. She'd given it to her mother to give to Moses if anything happened to her. But with all the gloom after her death, the letter had been misplaced and only recently had been passed on when Akia's mother saw him at a Bon Odori celebration in the International District last Summer and remembered it with Passover approaching. In the letter, dated 9 days before her demise, Akia told Moses that she knew of his relationship with his former dominatrix now submissive girlfriend, the special phone calls, and approved because "she gives you something I can't or have no interest in" and "if anything happens to me, I want you to remarry someone who give you both, maybe even that Esther woman whose Bat Mitzvah we attended and conceived Hannah following. Now she has piss and vinegar." The letter was still moist from Moses's tears, finally realizing that he had nothing to feel guilty over. Picking up one of the toys, a three foot long black leather whip, left behind by the rapist, Esther smiled then changed her expression to a more severe dominant one, while looking at her "brother" in a different set of eyes. Snapping it in imitation of Indiana Jones movies she had seen, letting it land on his bare ass, still covered by her stained garter belt and panties put back on, drawing red lines and marks as he screamed in pain and delight from the well-deserved whipping. "On your knees, you little faggot," she shouted at Mordecai. "From now on, you're calling me "Mistress Lilith. You'll leave the seat down, make dinner, and do all the shopping. It's time you submitted to my needs, your sissy cross dressing faggot slut! Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you with a bigger dildo in your ass for what you did to me today and all these years!" Her nostrils flared in anger and demonic lust like Lilith, Adam's first wife who was turned into a demon and expelled from Eden for wanting to be equal and refusing to submit to Adam. "Do you understand?" "Does that include Sarah and Abraham, her boyfriend?" he meekly inquired then remembering her new name added, "Mistress Lilith?". His eyes roved up and down Sarah's body, resting on her 38D breasts, and glancing at her moist fur. He lewdly wondered if Sarah had any feeling in her pleasantly erotically plump ass or what she tasted like. Tuna fish was his favorite. Followed by earth musk. Finding herself saying "Yes," Sarah was surprised by his remark as his roving eyes rested on her hanging breasts. Ever since the auto accident, she didn't think men noticed her anymore as a woman, much less wanted her, sexually. She could still feel sexually. However, two crushed tibias meant she wouldn't be able to walk until her rehabilitation was done. In spite of the kind way the department and her friends had treated her, even Esther, she had felt as if she was a leper of old. Like a black woman, she felt invisible in a white, male, able-bodied society. As a result, she had given up wanting to be someone's wife or even a real girlfriend or lover. This was certainly a pleasant surprise, she thought. After the accident, Abraham who had been driving, sometimes had to be coerced into making love to her. Which was never long enough as far as she was concerned. But lately things had gotten better. The week before she felt herself come underneath his mouth, tongue wriggling like a Salmon swimming upstream to spawn while he impaled her with his hairless member in her speaking cave. "Hmm," she thought smiling, rubbing her clit against her hand, "maybe he could use a little discipline. and two men in the hands is worth one in the bush." Perhaps, Sarah thought, Moses (the African-American Jewish intruder) could be persuaded to pay another arranged visit should Mordecai fail to learn his lesson, Sarah thought. She was surprised that Esther had gotten up the courage after the last date after Moses bowed out due to Mordecai's interference to propose the scene. More surprising, was Moses's whispering to her that Mordecai had answered one of his personal ads in the Alternative section of the Stranger for afternoon domination and submission quickies which is how all of this got set up. Furthermore, Mordecai had always known about his and Esther's true relationship, hence his behavior. But after all three of them met by accident at Beth Shalom, Sarah's synagogue for a Purim service. It was known to be queer-friendly like Eitz Or, Beth Am, Temple De Hirsch-Sinai, and Tikvah Chadasha. Esther talked extensively to him and explained the real situation with Mordecai. Sometimes, in love, she said, the first casualty is the truth. Soon, his eyes lit up in understanding. He told her Mordecai had told him he didn't want Moses dating his sister and Esther wasn't comfortable with Moses sexually after the last date. Quickly, all three plotted their revenge. Bending his knees as if doing the concluding prayer of the Sabbath morning service prayer. the Aleneiu, Moses professed his love for Esther. Told her why he had been heisitant to go further with her, (why) asked her to marry him, to enter the land of Israel together, and passionately probed her mouth with his wriggling tongue doing the lambada after she said "Ken, l'dodi (Yes, my beloved, (I will do the Chuppah) with you)" as she xplained her fears (sex). He wondered if a mobius strip made of gold could serve as a ring. Two or more surfaces merging into one. Reflecting his plural motivation. She wondered if both would dance around the other indicating their subservience and allow her some choice in the ring design, something different. Moses or Moishe to his friends wasn't what you would normally meet at shul (synagogue). With a Sefardic (Spanish-speaking) Jewish mother (who didn't believe in circumcism) and a Tuskogee Airman (African-American) father), he was always asked if he was a JTC (convert or Jew By Choice), particularly when he stripped at the JCC (Jewish Community Center) gym on Mercer Island after work as an executive assistant where he was used to being the only man in the office. And remembered to leave the seat down in the communal bathroom in the group house he shared with 5 others. Sarah was quite pleased with the outcome of the "rape" particularly finding out that Mordecai had answered one of his considerate biJM seeking woman or couple ads in the local swinger magazines and arranging the "rape" around it. Caller ID did have its usefulness. For a P.K. (preacher's kid), he was a surprise, a pleasant surprise. And he's even on the Alternative and Bent bbs systems, she had discovered as Peter Sellers Double 522 and Switchable Yento 450 respectively. She had even read some of his posts. They were pretty hot. He knew how to write erotica and pornography. He had a male and female bent. Especially when you considered that he was biracial, bisexual, religious (even kept Kosher), was part of the leather (D/S, B/D, spanking, erotic role play) scene, found out he was Jewish when he was 21 and returned on his own volition, and had no problem balancing the different worlds with each other. Any of which would have been dayenu, sufficient by themselves just as as they would soon say in the upcoming service that any one of the ten plagues would have been sufficient by themselves. Definitely better than expected, she murmured as she smiled and licked her pussy, asshole, breast, and cock hungry lips and wishing someone's hands were fondling her ass like Esther's, Moses, or Abraham, her lover since high school. She wondered what else she didn't know about Esther. Well, I guess, she thought thinking how previous Passover Seders have been revelations for Esther, all of us are going to be talking about this Passover, she thought. And if she doesn't, I going to tie her up and spank her her greedy, horny slut ass until she does." Looking at a now, very comfortable, feminized Mordecai, she wondered what if be like to have 3 men, one in her very eager hungry mouth and the others in her still lubricated pussy and easily spreadable ass or eating Esther while two engaged in double penetration in both orifices. Maybe, Esther would like a threeway as well, she thought. Thinking of the previous question from Mordecai regarding all of them getting together for group sex, safe group sex as all three were all virgins until this day, Sarah stated, "I think that could be arranged. Particularly, if it's all three or four of us as she glanced over at her best woman friend. I'd love to do a forced gang-bang." "Maybe we could even form a group marriage or polyfidelity-type relationship described in the Torah, (the Jewish Bible) since we're all such good friends. I wouldn't mine sharing Esther with Abraham and training him like Mordecai." Esther smiled as she thought of the times she had masturbated and embraced her moist pillow imagining that Abraham's face was between her legs opening them like Armoire doors, molesting her with his soft whispers, caressing hands, hot, trainable tongue, and probing, piercing, nimble fingers of all kinds while Moses roughly fucked her face and Sarah plunged her pussy over her thrusting tits. Sarah wheeled herself over to the bed, lifted herself out of her freedom chair, rolled herself over onto the bed next to Esther and embraced her whispering "you horny slut secretly wanting me and 3 men". Esther murmured back "horny, religious slut, mind you", playfully spanking Sarah's feeling ass skin, and returned the embrace with lewd enthusiasm, no longer worrying about how she was going to address the issue with a future male lover. There was something to be said for honesty. Caressing each other, they both thought how they could have some quick fun maybe using some of the buttplugs left behind by Moses before taking a quick shower (or be daring and not take one at all and make everyone wonder) before going over in 18 minutes (the required amount of time to light candle to signify the beginning of a Jewish festival or holiday) to Felony's house (Sarah's uncle) for a different kind of liberation dinner. Or be fashionably late an half an hour or so. The dinner never began on time, Jewish time anyway. Neither thought that Mordecai would be coming this year, but one never knew. Esther wondered how he would react when he saw Moses and her together for the first time at the Seder, sitting together. Up until today, she had thought that they had never physically met, only talked on the phone. On all their dates, Moses had met her after work or at the Northeast library. Somehow, she didn't think he minded from the way he was making goo-goo eyes at Sarah and asking her about Abraham. Pulling each other closer, Sarah and Esther kissed each other wondering what it would be like to be tit-fucked by the other's nipples, intimately, bonded, their bisexual tongues thrusting, doing the mambo while they both obscenely ran their hands on each other's rounded buttocks, budding breasts, and soon to be flushed bodies. Sarah ran her hand along the length of Esther's flushed body, tracing the curve of her breasts, flat terrain of her stomach, warm flesh of her inner wanting to be parted again inner thighs as Esther laid there allowing her to touch her, wanting her to touch her, wanting to recipricate, to feel vulerable.. Mordecai watched thinking of the peephole he had installed last month between his room and hers. The times he had watched her masturbate late at night. Seeing Sarah pressing herself firmly against his now first cousin. Running one hand on his stiffening panties while the other caressed his now red disciplined flogged ass. Imagining Sarah's boyfriend Abraham taking him orally, plunging deeply like a drill seeking water while Moses fucked him in his cross dressed slut ass. Never realizing that receiving a flogging could be so much pleasure as he rubbed his glowing backside, Mordecai dreamed that Sarah swallowed his thick, hairless member like a popsicle. In turn, he shared Abraham with her alternating eating them both. Eating her reciprocating naked, hairless, clit with its little mountain on top thinking "bottoms up". Tongue fucking her puckered ass to prepare it for a later rosebud opening. "What would it be like," he wondered, "to be in the middle of an oreo cookie threeway." A a single drop of dripping manjuice lubricated his ass in anticipation. Sounds of lust began between the women. "Hmm," he thought. "I'll have what they're having." The air began to reek of the sweet scent of discharged sex like the air after a lightning strike. The Passover holiday of liberation like D-days of old formally began as the sun set dimly like an Havdalah candle of 3 or 4 wicks, signifying the end of the Sabbath was extinguished into a filled Kiddush cup of wine. 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