Karl Hessup's Unfinished Stories

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Here are three partial stories. I'll post more in a day or two. I really would appreciate feedback, and thanks in advance.

Story 1

The stroke had rewired my brain. I knew something strange had happened to me the minute I came out of the coma. I asked the nurse for a glass of water and she literally ran off to fetch it for me. It occurred to me as she turned her back that I hadn’t said a word. I’d only thought my request. I opened my mouth and wanted to say “I’ll be damned!” but nothing came out. I was speechless. Just then my only living relative, Aunt Martha, came into the room, a big smile on her face. She was twenty years younger than me, and at thirty-five, still a major hottie. Unfortunately, sweet as she could be, the woman was an airhead. I could barely tolerate her mindless prattle for more than a few minutes.

“John, John,” she panted, “I dropped by on the spur of the moment and then heard the wonderful news! You’re going to be OK!” Then she began to babble on about her latest boyfriend, the spring flowers she’d planted, and her plans to move to California.

My mind was reeling from her verbal diarrhea. “Will you just shut the fuck up for a few minutes!” I wanted to say, my mouth open, but no sound came out. But there she was, her own mouth half-open, frozen in shock at my rude comment.

“I’m sorry,” I thought, as a tear rolled down her face. “I’m not feeling too well.”

She held her tongue for a minute and sat on the edge of the bed, taking my hand. “I know I’m a chatterbox, John,” she said quietly, “but you didn’t have to shout.”

“I know, Aunt Martha,” I thought and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “But sometimes I’d just like to stick my dick in your mouth to shut you up.”

Her face paled and she jumped back from the bed. “How dare you!” she hissed. “I’m your mother’s sister!”

“Half-sister,” I thought. “Now shut up and hand me that pee bottle. I’ve got to go.”

She snuffled but said nothing as she tried to hand me the pee bottle. I tried to raise my arm, but it was still so weak that I could barely lift it. “You do it,” I thought. “Put the bottle under the covers and put my dick in it. Do it quickly please, before I pee the bed.”

She turned red as her arm went under the covers and felt around for my cock. “It’s got a catheter in it, John. You don’t need the bottle.”

She’d just put the bottle aside when the nurse came back with a glass of ice water. I told her I wanted the catheter taken out so that I could piss like a man again. Aunt Sarah decided to take her leave just then, and I asked her to stay. She nodded her head and sat down in the bedside chair. The nurse started to pull the curtain to give us privacy, but I looked at her and thought “No, leave it open.”

After she’d removed the catheter and I was through pissing into the bottle, the nurse was heading for the bathroom to empty it. “Don’t do that,” I thought. “I think Aunt Martha would like a drink, wouldn’t you?”
The nurse stopped in her tracks and turned around and walked over to an astonished Aunt Martha, her mouth trying to make sounds, her lips making movements like a fish out of water.

“Go ahead, Aunt Martha. Take the bottle and have a few swigs. You’ll like it. It’s warm and sweet, just like that tea you’re always drinking.”

I watched my Aunt as she smiled and took the pee bottle from the nurse. She popped the cap and without hesitation took a few sips. “Mmmm. Very good.”

“Nurse,” I thought. “Why don’t you try some of my Aunt Martha’s tea. It’s very good.” Just like Aunt Martha, the nurse took the bottle from my aunt and took a healthy swig of my piss.

“Yes, thank you, John and Miss Hatfield. This is excellent tea.”

“Go ahead and empty the bottle now, nurse.”

I lay there in wonderment. I couldn’t speak, but they could hear me. Not only could they hear me, they did whatever I wanted. And I suspected that only the person I was talking to could hear my words. When the nurse came out of the restroom with a clean bottle, I asked her to count to twenty and kiss my aunt on the lips. I turned to my aunt.

“Did you just hear what I told the nurse?”

She shook her head. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Well, auntie, I did. I told her to kiss you on the lips. I expect you to reciprocate and give her a little tongue action in the bargain, OK?”

“Sure, John, whatever you say.”

When they locked lips, my cock got hard. Damn, I thought to myself. I’ve got one fantastic super power here. I needed to do some serious thinking.

“Get out now, nurse,” I said, turning to my aunt. “From now on your name is just auntie, got it?” She shook her head affirmatively. Get rid of that new boyfriend. Sell your house and all your possessions except two changes of clothes. Buy an RV big enough for both of us. Find an old VW bus that we can tow behind it, and make sure it’s in good shape. I’ll be out of here in a month. Be ready to travel. Tell everyone you’re moving to California. Don’t mention me.”

“Of course, John.” She didn’t move. “Get moving, cunt!”

She jumped up and practically ran out of the room.

It took a little longer than a month for me to be well enough to leave the hospital, but I had practiced my new skill with most of the staff and they’d been cooperative enough to contribute twenty thousand dollars to my travel funds and to pay off my hospital bills.

I also enlisted one of the divorced nurses on the floor to be in my entourage and to bring along her beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter. Luckily, I had time enough to instruct my aunt to buy the biggest RV she could find. With the sale of the nursies’ house and belongings and those of her daughter, plus her retirement fund, my travel kitty was a fat four hundred and some thousand dollars.

It was three thousand miles to California. We wouldn’t be hurting for money along the way.

Chapter Two

After my discharge, I met up with my women at the RV, now parked in a lovely holiday camp. I had auntie set up a Monday appointment with my barber, his usual day off. The four of us arrived at his shop at six in the morning. All his shades were drawn when we went inside.

“Good to see you, John,” said my barber. “I would have stopped by to cut your hair. I know about the stroke.”

I smiled at him. “I don’t need a haircut, Sam,” I thought at him. “I want you to shave these women bald from top to bottom. Eyebrows too. Then use your laser hair removal gear to make it permanent.”

“If that’s what you want John, sure. Happy to do it.”

I looked at my women. “Okay, bitches, strip down to bare skin.

I sat in one of the barber chairs and watched my women strip. Up until this moment, I hadn’t seen any of them naked, but it was obvious to me that I’d chosen well. Auntie had big tits with long nipples. Her tits were pendulous and rested on her upper belly, but to me that was just fine. Older guys like myself like variety in our women. Her hairy cunt was set high to the front and her well-used cunt lips pooched out nicely.

Nurse didn’t take care of herself as well as auntie. She had a prominent belly that she’d hidden with loose clothing and her cunt bush hadn’t seen scissors in quite a while. It ran up to her navel and down the insides of her thighs. I had her lock her hands together behind her head when she was naked and saw her underarms were bushy as well. For some reason that turned me on. I thought of her bald everywhere else, but with bushy pits. I nearly came in my pants at the thought.

“Sam, when you do Nurse here, leave the underarms alone. I want them hairy.”

The Kid was something else. She was just growing into her prime. Her skin was smooth and unmarked, almost doll-like in its perfection. No moles, no stretch marks, no blotches, no tattoos. I walked up to her and pushed a finger into her lightly haired snatch and discovered she was still a virgin. I tried to imagine her without hair on her head and saw that she would actually be more beautiful, at least to me.  Her nipples were further developed than I would have thought. They were turned up on her perky, small breasts, and hard as pebbles.

I was insanely pleased with myself. I owned three slaves, lots of money, had an amazing gift of power, and if I took care of myself, another twenty or thirty years of life. Top of the world, ma!

I had Sam start with auntie. I told her that she was very sad about losing her hair and she could cry if she wanted, but she would go through with it for me, her master. When Sam was done with the shaving, she would lick Kids pussy while Nurse was getting her shave. When Kid was in the chair, she would tongue Nurses ass.

Having given the women their orders, I told Sam that he was free to use the two adult women for his own pleasure, but not to touch Kid. She would be mine alone. He gave me a big smile and on his own took off his pants and underwear, and dick dripping, began to shave auntie’s head.

I had some errands to run, but before I left the shop I had Kid licking her mother’s sweaty armpits. I’d put Nurse face up on the floor and give me a blowjob while I watched Kid licking the perspiration from her mother’s hairy pits. It took all of one minute before I shot my load down her throat. “Drink my piss now,” I told Nurse, pulling my cock out of her open mouth. After the first few dribbles, I let it pour until it ran out of her mouth and across her face. I lifted my cock and finished my piss on the back of Kids head. Then I zipped up and headed out.

I drove the little VW bus to an electronics store where I bought a new computer, digital camera, and hi-def video camera. I had the computer loaded with all the latest AV software. At a sex shop, I bought sturdy collars for my slaves and a variety of toys to keep us entertained. When I got back to Sam’s barber shop, my women were shaved clean. Sam had washed them down with towels to get rid of loose hair sticking to their sweaty bodies and to wipe his cum from their bodies.

I inspected them carefully, laying my hand flat on their bodies, bare scalps, and cunts, finding no stubble anywhere. They looked strange at first since their scalps hadn’t been exposed to sunlight, but I could see that once they tanned, they’d look like the hottest slaves on the planet. I thanked Sam and gave him instructions to forget everything that had transpired that day. The ladies got dressed and for the first time in their lives, walked into the sunlight with their heads bald for all the world to see.

Chapter Three

I was anxious to hit the road, but at the last moment decided I didn’t want to do that much driving. A huge coach, the RV was beyond my women’s driving capabilities. Kid couldn’t even drive yet. With the two slide-outs extended, the living room area was plenty big for the four of us. We could handle another person.

You might think things would be too crowded with the crew already on board, but I realized that I could park my slaves where I wanted them. Besides the master bedroom, there was a small room with four bunks in it, meant to house children. It was tight, but my women wouldn’t care about that since I would tell them not to care. The only drawback was the one bathroom. I solved that problem easily. I issued them their personal buckets.

While I thought it might take days or weeks to find a suitable driver, I found one two hours after I decided not to be the sole driver. I went wandering through the campground while my women were fixing dinner and saw a stocky, middle-aged woman with her nose in the engine compartment of her small, dilapidated RV. She was cursing up a storm.

“What’s the problem?” I asked as I walked up to her.

She pulled her head out of the compartment and gave me the once-over. I was doing likewise.

“Piece of fucking shit. Needs an overhaul and I can’t afford it. End of the road for me. Can’t fix it and can’t buy another one. Fuck my luck!”

I liked her instantly. “Been on the road long?”

“Twenty years. My name’s Bess. What’s yours?”

“John. You’re the mechanic in the family, I take it.”

“Ain’t no damned family. Got no use for men.”

“Tell me all about yourself, Bess. Don’t leave anything out, but don’t make it an epic, either.”

She was concise. In twenty minutes I knew her history. She was a hard-core dyke. She didn’t hate men, just didn’t want them for lovers. She’d been a dom in the lesbian S&M scene when she was younger, but wanderlust had struck and she used her savings to buy the now-defunct rig she lived in.

“Damn things been parked here five years. Ran low on money and got a job as a diesel mechanic. Got fired two weeks ago for punching my boss. Park management told me to get out because my rig looks like shit. They only want new ones, like that big ass RV way over there.”

“That’s mine.”

“Sweet. Wouldn’t mind a palace on wheels like that.”

I didn’t want to take over her mind for some reason. I sensed in her a budding friendship. It would be nice to have a partner, as well as some mindfucked women. I played it straight when I made my offer.

“I need a driver. You being a mechanic is a bonus. Come with us to California. Salary comes with the job.

“No shit?”
“No shit. And there’s some other perks you might enjoy as well. Why don’t you come over and check things out?”

We talked about the RV as we walked back and she already knew more about it than I would ever know. She had some reservations about the job, however.

“You can’t fuck me, John. I’ll drive for you, but no sex, ever.”

“Not a problem, Bess. You’ll see.”

When we got to the rig, I held the door open for her and let her enter first.

“Holy shit, John! What’s going on here?”

She’d stepped into a harem of bald, naked women cooking and setting the table.

“My slaves, Bess. And yours, if you take the job.” I explained my power to her.

Bess was all business after that. One by one, she called over the women after I’d introduced them. Her interest was high in Kid.

“You’ve done right by your cunts,” Bess said. Keep ‘em naked and shaved. That little one is a natural submissive. Still a virgin, too. You need to start working on her first.”

My puzzled look got her to keep talking.

“You don’t need to keep her in a mindfuck. I’ll show you. Let her be herself for a few minutes.”

I released Kid from my control. She looked around confused and a bit panicked when she saw her naked, bald mother stirring a pot of soup.

“Come here, girl! Right now!” Bess’s command voice was impressive.

Startled, Kid hustled back to Bess.

“That’s your momma over there?”

“Yes it is.”

“Look at the sweat dripping down her armpits. It’s gonna get in the rug. Go over to her and lick the sweat off her until she’s done working over the stove.”

Kid looked nauseous. “Lick momma’s pits?” She had no recollection of her morning at the barbers.

“That’s what I said. And for questioning me, every twenty tongue wipes I want you to spread her cheeks and stick your tongue in her ass!” Bess’s voice was steely.

“That’s disgusting! I won’t do it!”

Bess stood up, towering over Kid. “If you want to keep your clit, you’ll get down on all fours and crawl to your momma. You’ve got three seconds.”

Kid fell to the floor like a rock and scrambled to her mother’s side. Closer to her ass than her armpits, she spread her mother’s cheeks and stuck her tongue deep in the woman’s ass several times before moving up to lick the sweat from her body.

Bess smiled at me. “See? You don’t need some magical mind warp with her. More fun, too. It’s the resistance they give you before they cave in that makes the acts you have them do so much more satisfying.”

I saw her point. “I want her for a toilet slave,” I told Bess. “I baptized her with piss this morning. Can you deal with that kind of kink?”

She smiled. “I’ll have her eating your shit straight from the source by the time we hit Chicago. And she’ll do it even though she’ll always hate it.”

“What about my other two cunts? Can you keep them in line with no mindfucking?”

“Probably not, John. Their minds aren’t pliable like Kids. But I gotta question. What are you gonna do with ‘em when you get bored and want fresh meat?”

“Never thought of that, Bess. This is all new to me, you know.”

“They’re a bit long in the tooth to have much sale value as sex slaves, but I can train ‘em up to be wrestlers. If we’re  going to California, I know somebody in San Diego who’ll buy them for the Mexican sex show circuit.”

“That’s a thought, Bess. I’m glad I met up with you. After dinner, you can have them help you move your stuff over. I’ll deal with the management here. I’m sure they’ll be happy to buy your rig for say, ten thousand?”

She put out her rough, work-worn hand. “Shake on it, partner!”

We left three days later.

Story 2

The frame splintered as the door fell inward and crashed to the entryway floor. Four men dressed in military fatigues and carrying rifles ran up the stairs and kicked open the bedroom doors and shouted at the startled occupants as they dragged them from their beds. Half-naked, wearing only underpants, the mother and father were hustled into the hallway where they saw their two daughters being dragged by the hair, screaming and crying into the hallway. Rough hands ripped off the teenager’s nightgowns, leaving them naked. When the father protested, one of the men drew his pistol and shot him in the head. The three screaming women were prodded downstairs to the living room.

The shivering, terrified women were handcuffed and pushed into line. A heavy-set man with a barrel chest walked through the front door and looked them over. “They’ll do,” he said. “Prep ’em and put ’em on the truck.”  He walked back out.

One of the men guarding the women stepped outside and called for someone. A middle-aged woman with a crew-cut came through the door, carrying what looked like a doctor’s bag. She looked over the three women and grunted her approval. She stopped in front of the mother.

Pulling a pistol from her shoulder holster, she pointed it at Gretchen, Samantha’s oldest daughter. “You’ve got one minute momma bitch. Piss those panties or I shoot your little cuntlet!”

Her bladder already straining for relief, Samantha let loose. Her head lowered in shame, she felt the urine soak through her panties and cascade down her long legs. While she was still pissing, the woman grabbed Samantha’s hair and pulled her head back. Samantha heard a buzzing sound and felt the cold metal of an electric razor pressed to her forehead. The woman was shaving her head!

Samantha’s watery eyes saw her long hair fall to the floor as her head was quickly shaved down to stubble. Her eyebrows came next. “Strip out of the panties, you slag!” ordered the woman. Completely broken, Samantha had trouble pulling down her wet panties with handcuffed hands.

While Samantha was busy trying to get out of her panties, one of the armed men took a branding tool out of the woman’s bag and plugged it into an outlet. He waited beside it for the woman to complete her business.

The woman slapped Samantha’s bald head. “Move it cunt, get those nasty panties off. There, you did it. You can follow orders. Good. Now ball them up and stick them in the young one’s mouth. Distraught beyond words, Samantha sobbed as she moved in front of her youngest daughter, Cheryl, and waited for the equally traumatized girl to open her mouth. When that didn’t happen, the woman grabbed one of Cheryl’s nipples and twisted it hard. As the girl began to scream, she motioned to Samantha to shove her wet panties in the girl’s mouth. The screaming stopped.

In short order both the girls found themselves as bald as their mother, but the humiliations were not at an end. “You three bend over and grab your ankles!” the woman shouted as she put away here shaver.

Bent over as they were, their bare asses pointed at the waiting man holding the electric branding iron.
Moving quickly, he pressed the brand into Cheryl’s right buttock. The smell of cooked flesh and offal filled the room as the girl screamed and voided her bowels. Samantha’s panties fell to the floor. Gretchen was next and repeated Cheryl’s performance, farting, shitting, and pissing with the abandon of a wounded, terrified animal. Only Samantha endured her branding without a further mess, but her screams were equal in volume to those of her daughters.

A long length of chain appeared and was wrapped around Samantha’s neck. A padlock secured the chain to her neck. The same was done to her daughters, so they were all linked to the same chain. There was just enough chain between them to allow them to walk single file. Prodded by rifle barrels, they were pushed out of their house into the street. Samantha looked around quickly and saw that other houses in their neighborhood were also under assault. She could hear the occasional pop of a weapon being discharged. Naked, barefoot and shorn, the three women were marched down the sidewalk, enduring the smirks of other armed men patrolling the streets. Some spit at them, others pinched their breasts and buttocks.

Samantha was shocked to see other small groups of women and girls, bald and naked, being pushed along the streets and sidewalks. When they reached the end of the street, Samantha saw an enclosed semi-trailer truck parked on a side street. It bore the name of a national grocery chain. All the women were forced to climb up the ramp to join the women already inside. When the truck was full, the doors were closed and the truck moved out.

Within five minutes, the armed men and their vehicles had disappeared from the streets. Those whose houses had not been targeted, peered out in fear and tried repeatedly to phone for help. But there was no electricity and cell phones didn’t work. Some actually slept through the entire assault. The entire operation had been completed in just over a half-hour.

Confined in the darkness with a hundred other terrified women and girls, Samantha could only wonder at what had taken place and why. Things like this never happened in America.

Chapter Two

The headlines shocked the nation and the world. Forty dead, twenty-two seriously injured, over one hundred women and girls missing. The audacity, the scope, the daring of the assault so scared America that almost every community in the country began arming itself, setting up patrols, surveillance cameras, forming militias. Neighborhoods created roadblocks and allowed only residents and approved vehicles to go through them. Innocent men and women died at the hands of nervous, trigger-happy patriots.

Confidence in all forms of government vanished. If they can’t protect us, the reasoning went, what do we need them for?

Story 3

He was lost and the rain wasn’t helping. The downpour was heavy, as if poured from a bucket. He chuckled as he thought of the saying “it’s raining buckets.” As a young child, he’d always taken that cliché to mean real buckets were falling from the sky. He was creeping along at ten miles an hour, barely able to see beyond the hood of his car. Suddenly, a shadowy form was standing in front of his car and he braked hard to avoid hitting it. The shape moved to his passenger door and knocked hard on the window. He unlocked the door and the shadowy form hopped in.

His mind reeled at the apparition sitting next to him, dripping water all over his car. She was the most beautiful girl he could recall seeing, her blond hair streaming with water, pressed hard against her skull. She wore a T-shirt without a bra and he could see her large, firm breasts as if she were naked. Big brown nipples poked hard against the wet cloth of her shirt. Water dripped steadily from the tip of her nose.

“Thank God you came along,” she said, smiling at him and wiping a hand across her face. “I ran my car into the ditch.”

“And I’m glad I found you,” he said, recovering his senses. “I don’t have a clue as to where I am. I’m looking for the interstate.”

“It’s about four miles up but there’s no access. You’re about as far from civilization as you can get around these parts. You’ll have to turn left about six miles down and then take the following left and backtrack to the highway. My house is about a mile before you make your first left turn.”

While she talked, he took quick looks at her and felt his lust rise. His mind was filled with images of this girl hanging naked from a rafter, her tied legs spread far apart as he plowed her insides. This is your chance, he thought. She’ll never come your way again. You’ve wanted a slave for years but you’re too much of a coward to kidnap someone, and now here SHE is, handed to you on a platter.

“Do you need anything from your car before we go?” he asked her.

She shook her head, “No. I barely made it out of the ditch. It’s flooded to the top now. The car and everything in it is totaled. I watched the water pressure blow out the windshield.”

“Where’s all that water going?”

“Right into the McCalister river, about a half-mile ahead.”

“Hmm. I hope the river hasn’t flooded as well. We could be stuck.”

“No, it never floods. It empties out into the Missippi a few miles downstream from where we are.”

He made his decision. “I’m going to get a towel out of the trunk for you.”

She suddenly paid attention to herself and saw how her breasts were exposed through the T-shirt. She blushed. “Thanks. I must look a sight.”

He smiled. “Yes, you do.”  He took the keys from the ignition and hopped out of the car. Before he could reach the trunk, he was soaked. If anything, it was raining harder. He could hear the roar of the water in the ditch. He lifted the lid of the truck and reached into the rear taillight well, extracting a small plastic bag. Inside was a large, brown lump of opium. He broke of a piece and put it in his pants pocket. Then he opened his suitcase and took out his taser, hiding it beneath a towel. He quickly walked back to his side of the car and got back in.

“Here’s your towel,” he said, smiling as his covered hand moved toward her. With a quick jab he touched her side and triggered the taser. The girl stiffened and cried out and began to spasm as she was hit by the high voltage. Then she fainted. He reclined her seat and began stripping off her wet clothes, tearing the T-shirt from her body. He used his pocket knife to cut off her shorts and panties. He grunted as he flipped her on her back. Spreading her butt cheeks apart, he retrieved the lump of opium and slowly pushed it into her rectum with his middle finger. He held his finger in her warm colon until he felt the opium begin to dissolve.

When he pulled his finger out, he saw it was coated with shit. “Dirty girl, I like that in a woman,” he laughed as he used her wet hair to cleanse his finger. It took him ten minutes to prepare her for the trip. He pulled the back rest from the rear seat and by going back into the trunk, pulled her into the trunk where he hogtied and gagged her. He closed the trunk and replaced the back rest. He threw her torn T-shirt and one of her tennis shoes into the roiling ditch. He gathered the rest of her clothing and put it in a small trash bag and set it on the floor beneath his feet. He would dump it at a rest stop on the interstate, many miles away.

As he pulled away in his car, he thought through his actions. She’ll be out for twelve hours. I’ll be home in eighteen if I drive straight through. She’ll need another dose. With her car underwater and the windshield burst out, they’ll think she swam out and drowned. If they search and find her shirt or shoe, they’ll be convinced. Either way, there’s no way to tie me to her. I haven’t seen another car in hours and in this rain, traffic will be almost nonexistent on the interstate. Any trace evidence at the scene will be washed away. They won’t start looking for her until well after the rain stops. By then we’ll be home.