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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6:  Further Confessions of CJ Parker -- Priests, Devils, Incest, Blaspheme and Transsexuals
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FROM TxM6 Taxi Murders Hyperfiction
Adventures in Pure Thought: Incest
CJ Parker: Confessions
(c) 2002/2003 Sean Farragher
sfarragher@nj.rr.com

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Confessions of CJ Parker as told by her as the Spirit, Joss, silent witness
inside the earth.      "Fucking Religion"  Letters to my Pimp Sire Joseph

       "Daddy loves me this I know for the bible tells me so."

What I remember about my father: Christ suffering.
Mama burned the cross down. She handed me over to the devil. My baby ass
bottom was raw and my mouth was dry. I was hungry watching my mother feed
my sister. My mouth was drooled, wet with stale milk. I wanted new utters.
I felt my own tits and knew the pleasure.

Years later, I would get wet thinking of nursing my father as I never did.
Wanting an infant. Demanding my mother to let me nurse again. I saw Mama
sucking Daddy. I said Milk. I said Moo I started playing with my food and
put some on my lips and blew bubbles that daddy caught. Momma was not
pleased. Not pissed. She made sort of a half smile and then put me to bed.
I could hear them doing stuff and I would creep out and catch them hiding
something and I was very upset. I regressed there to this dream. I did it
all. I found the place in the back of my mind where it all lived. I was
caught by that pain in my ass when I felt it leave Daddy would put me down
and I would ache and bleed.

Years later, when men came in my mouth I would wash the taste away with a
container of milk I kept in my purse. Sometimes the milk got sour. It
tasted better and I loved the curd and played with it as my tongue danced
around the heads of cocks. I loved the tip of the prick and would edge the
tip of my tongue inside.

My girl friend in HS would sleep together playing with each other's cunts
and navels, and kiss imagining that a boy was there watching us. She told
me how she was nine when her brother showed her the tip of his cock and the
pee hold and spit at her yellow stain as she called it. I wanted some from
her and got it.

All this is background to Father Tabby. I was prepared for him by him in
all my sexual waking. I wanted it all.

Tortured by him I grew up demanding that the pain continue. I wanted all of
it. I wanted the madness of it. I always felt the ache of that last scream
when I started to roll my hips back and forth. I must have been fourteen
and I felt my ass give way into my cunt and I was joined between father and
his brother and I was so warm and hot I could not separate my mind from
their fantasy. I was one line of scum on the sheets. I saw my face there in
the peculiar winks of it all. I wanted to be joined with them all my life
and when Tabby came, I insisted he show me the lines of his cum as a graph
of pleasure.



2.

CJ had freelanced without a pimp for many years.

When her old pimp, Sire Joseph as she called him got out of jail, he went
right back to CJ. Man's actual name was Joseph Fuller.

Joseph knew CJ would take care of him. Hookers are lonely and rarely know
anyone who will help them feel less apart from themselves.

CJ had turned Joseph into the police, a fact that Joseph suspected, but
couldn't prove.

Like some pimps Joseph dealt drugs, but didn't use them himself. CJ thought
that Joseph would never get out of jail, but Joe had good lawyers. Joseph
didn't know that if he hadn't made the deal, he would be out not free and
clear; the State Supreme Court would have overturned the conviction.



3.

JOSEPH THE PIMP: Back Dancers and Shimmy Shoo.

When Father Tabby met Joseph, he told CJ: "he'll stop you from the memory
of our salvation."

CJ couldn't resist Joe. I met him years before Tabby she told the social
worker who tried to salvage her soul after she was almost beaten to death
by the Man Called Abel.

Joseph had dark brown skin, was handsome, and articulate. "I love that
word," CJ said. He could and did make CJ do and perform whatever demanded.
Joseph had eyes that searched inside the cataract of the Niles in her
blood. It was like the temptation she felt when she wanted to touch her
cunt but knew if she did she would burn in hell. "Or would I burn if I
didn't?"

CJ told the Priest. "I sometimes called Joseph "Shimmy Shoo" like some rock
queen "He twisted my arm, and I would do get immediately wet. I did what he
said willingly more than I ever did for god or you or my own cunt, Tabby. I
never resisted. I just followed his lips into my pussy pie, dividing the
sides like a divider from a drafting kit. I loved the prick of the fork of
the point in my nipples.

I loved to make them bleed in small puddles letting the blood run down into
a stream and then I would suck it up on the tip of my tongue."

Joseph wanted more than CJ. He hated hookers who just fucked like cold
meat. He wanted them to sing and dance and make him merry. He made them
laugh and he expected them to choke in Technicolor when he fucked their
throats. After the show he took their money in the usual way and felt that
grift of the act of forcing someone by trickery into giving up more than
their skin. Joseph wanted like Father Tabby did later, obedience.

When Joseph was in jail he had fucked several queers in the ass. He
protected one, and in return the girl made up from boy would suck him off.
Sometimes it disgusted him, he would think of some Bitch while the queen
sucked, and when he came, he would kick the crap out of the kid doing the
job on his dick and when she smiled with blood on her tit he would find a
way to make her grovel for more.

Three years without a woman can turn any robust man into an ass fucker, Joe
claimed. He never turned like some cons do. "I never allowed my ass to
become woman. Two tough yard bird weight lifters one black and the other
blue tried. They beat the crap out of Joseph. When they had his ass up
ready to roll, Joe told CJ, his pants and rep. were there in view; one of
the guards in Joe's pay locked the tier down.

Joseph couldn't believe the punishment they inflicted on him and another
convict thinking he had squealed.

CJ had a soft spot in her heart for pain so when Joseph told her she wanted
him more to make the pain less for him and to feel what he ached in his
balls.

They contracted when he told stories. "I loved sensation," CJ said. Joe
told CJ he thought of her when he suffered. She believed him. At least it
was possible she told herself. Joseph told her how he wanted her under his
hand pulling at his meat with her cunt.

CJ knew she had made a mistake when she wrote Joe last year. She told
herself she was curious to know his whereabouts.

She didn't include her street address, but Joseph found her. I couldn't
resist the thud of his fist on my inner thigh or my back. I would feel the
shatter of my teeth when he smacked against my head. I knew I would do what
he said. I would have to convince him that I had to stop doing drugs. He
used drugs and sex to control my life. Drugs brought me down, and then when
I came up, before more drugs, he would make me come for hours until I had
not memory but sex and his special drugs.

Joseph never took drugs himself before prison. Out of prison, he used them.
I needed them there he said to stay sane. "Easier to get drugs in jail than
on the street," he said. Just like you do. You use your ass to get what you
need, or if you're lucky and a muscle man you beat people to death to get
what you need."

CJ started using again. Father Tabby knew it immediately and stopped the
source not her need.

The first time I fucked for money Joseph told CJ. I liked grass, helped me
reach another memory. I became some whore for a pimp just like you, he told
CJ. I used my fucken ass like you will as he fucked her there brutally
every night. CJ loved it and asked for more. I wanted him to fuck my cunt.
He refused. He never did what I wanted so I told him to fuck my ass. He
didn't stop. He smiled and waved his finger in my face and said "life is
never that simple." CJ knew that Joseph had turned when Joseph brought this
skinny bitch over and said she was a new cunt in his stable. The cunt once
had a prick, he said like telling me to close the window he was cold.



Postoperative TS Rachel/Richard

A skinny bleached blond named Rachel (formerly Richard) was a postoperative
transsexual with two clits. Dr. did it as a joke with the extra foreskin.

Rachel took her clothes off piece by part doing a suggestive dance,
exposing his breasts and the scar that used to be his prick. Rachel said
she was going under the knife soon to have a real cunt constructed from the
lips and clits she still displayed.

I loved it, CJ said. I swam in Rachel's pain and in the look on Joseph's
face when he saw me fingering the woman. I turned Joseph on with my double
finger fucking of the bitch.

CJ looked around the room and not seeing Father Tabby or Joseph, she lifted
her legs, split them apart, put a large dildo in her ass, and using a large
back of the hand Swedish vibrator she made herself come several times
leaving a leak of her own ejaculate with every pulse.

Joseph discovered her at the last pulse, just breaking into the bathroom
when she told him to leave her the fuck alone. She expected him to hit her
when he broke into her play. Instead he got down on all fours and lick
where she had leaked asking not telling her to play with his hair while he
licked up her come and pee. I never came harder CJ told Father Tabby.
Father Tabby was jealous. Only time it ever happened.

Getting back to the TS. I liked his soft scar (made up cunt) and tiny tits.
I loved it when he let me suck on it. Taking drugs for breasts, when I was
getting ready for the cut, he explained I couldn't get hard, but now I have
this wonderful deep full feeling that my ass is my cunt and my cunt is
another hole to be filled with as much shit as can be stuffed.

After a few months of fucking Joe and Rachel, Joe was arrested selling
drugs. Rachel left town leaving me alone, and I missed them both. Before
Rachel left she told me she was an undercover Nark. What weird dedication,
I replied. She said, no it was easy. I always wanted to be fucked by big
He-men, and now I can do it and not lose my job.

As the result of entrapment, Joe bargained the plea down to five years
(serve three). I got lost in the streets. No more pimps. No protection. It
was hard. Had to stay out of the city. Work the bridge and tunnels. Pimps
there too, but not as organized and besides I was skinny, and looked dead
from the crack. Father Tabby found me just in time. I knew it. I wanted to
sleep, and he let me. He protected me.

Of course, I knew what he wanted. Salvation, he called it. We all have our
games to play, and I realized he was a good man. He did get me off drugs,
and then Joe got out of jail on parole.

Father Tabby was the first man to make me come since Joseph never did.
Tabby did it just like my Daddy did when I was a girl. I liked faking it
for Daddy too at times. "Fun to know you hold the cards."

Joseph thought he was such a stud. "I never came for him until he turned
queer. Life is funny, right?"

Actually, CJ said, easily to Rachel once. Honey, if you know what is best,
you never tell the truth about orgasm. You know how to fake it and do. Just
never tell anyone the truth that you lied about it. They will never truly
believe you when you actually do. Well, that is if they are ass hole men,
they won't. Any woman applying her mouth to a cunt will know the truth.

Before Father Tabby when I worked with another woman as a show for Johns
she almost came, and once, when alone, in bed with this silky black woman
with small breasts and long legs, she came, as the woman sucked her off.
She did it over and over and I came every time. I didn't know it then but
the woman was Father Tabby in his other form Christ Tina.

CJ thought she had turned but then I met the Priest as the Priest and saw
my father in his eyes when my real daddy would diddle me while he jerked
off.

Joseph symbolized what I never wanted but couldn't resist. CJ discovered
that she, Daddy's little girl had a hardon for God, she dreamed. God loved
Mommy as well as Daddy and me. Joseph Too.

Tabby surprised the pimp fuck. He got in Joseph's face, told him to leave
me the fuck (his exact words) or he would report him to his parole officer.
Joseph didn't give a shit and he reached out to grab Father, but there was
nothing there: just space. Joseph freaked. He ran from the room clawing at
the illusion of blood that drained down his arm.

What can I do if there's nothing to hit. Father Tabby said it was all a
mind game, and I should pay it no mind. I knew differently. One night, when
he came in my mouth, I reached up, my mouth was sucking, playing with
intangible balls, and then the air hit my mouth, and breath, and longing,
and I came with my fingers furiously tangled in my clit, and Father Tabby
smiling, his collar on the table, his cock as long as a snake, and I was
cut up into little pieces on his plate, as Eucharist.

No, I felt him come in my mouth. It leaked, and drifted down my chin on my
breasts, and Father Tabby reached down and played with my hair like Mother
did, and I reached up and his breasts covered me, and I was a finally a
mewling infant at her breast.

Tabby (not the cat) satisfied. Yes, I had one of those too: pure white with
a black curl like a feather as a pattern on his nose. I didn't have his
balls removed. One day I cam home and they were gone. "Some animal freak
did it," Father Tabby said. He really looked pissed but I knew he was full
of shit. When I questioned him about it, he blew me off, if you pardon the
expression.

His "second explanation": some great spirit had done it. He was the
mal-factor, of course. Father Tabby didn't like that I would play with
feline balls while the cat I named "Priest" nibbled the butter off my
nipple.

Father Tabby and I had a marvelous time together. I wasn't really pissed
that he had Priest made into a castrati. After all, the cat could only meow
when I fed him my nipple wet with milk. He should have been able to scream
at least.















XXX

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