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{ASSM} Superslut (MF) (Bradley Stoke)

Title: Superslut
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF
Short Summary: Judith's alter ego is Superslut.


[This story has been previously published on Ruthie's Club
(www.ruthiesclub.com) where it was edited by Nat (Father
Ignatius) and illustrated by Besito.]



Story: Superslut (5,382 words)

Judith harboured a secret. Although on the surface she was a
plain, church-going girl, her alter ego was Superslut, a girl
who knew no limits in her pursuit of vice and sexual pleasure.
If only Judith had the courage to reveal Superslut to the world.


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	Superslut
	=========

On the surface, Judith was a plain girl. She wore wire-
framed spectacles that were more obviously functional
than decorative, a blouse and knee-length skirt that hid
rather than flaunted her beauty, and her hair was pulled
back in severe plaits that robbed it of any hint of flirtatious
pride.

But underneath, although nobody knew it, was hidden
Superslut. Like Judith, she was a first year Biochemistry
student at Exeter University, but one who would indulge in
any act of sexual and lascivious debauchery wherever and
whenever the opportunity occurred. A girl who just didn't
know how to say no. A girl with which any man could
easily have his wicked way. And a girl who would gladly
go to any extreme. She would take a man's cock in her
mouth, her cunt or her arse. She would let spunk dribble
down her chin and chest. She would let a man, any man,
any combination of men, fuck her until there was no more
spunk to spare.

Except, of course, that 'Superslut' was an alter ego that
Judith had yet to unleash on the world. In fact, it was an
alter ego that existed only in Judith's mind. One she
carried around with her all the time, but just not had the
courage to bring to life. For, in truth, Judith was still a
virgin. Indeed, she had never been kissed. She was so far
from being Superslut that she wondered whether this
secret side of her would ever see the light of day.

It hadn't been easy for Judith to become aware of the
sluttish side of character, if it could even be said to really
exist. The requirements of her faith?or at least the faith
she'd been born with and had lived with all her life?
ensured that. It occupied all her spare time when she was
not studying and, in the process, struggled to reconcile the
book of Genesis?and, in particular, the first few
chapters?with scientific doctrine.  Everything she was
taught pointed her in a direction contrary to the exact and
literal word of the Gospel.

Her religious duties were demanding. She had her thrice-
weekly attendance with the congregation at the Exeter
Kingdom Hall near the city centre. She had the obligation
to spread the good word in the form of The Watchtower
magazine?a duty she observed as rarely as she could get
away with, having endured a lifetime of doorstep rejection
accompanying her mother in the streets of Middlesbrough.
She had tedious biblical texts to memorise: never the ones
where there was much of the sex and violence?of which
the Bible had plenty?but ones that served to reinforce the
arcane dogma of a faith she was beginning to question.
Indeed, now she lived hundreds of miles from her home,
the grip of her faith was steadily weakening. She even
wondered whether hawking copies of The Watchtower and
the drawn-out doorstep debates were really the proof of
faith that guaranteed her a future seat in paradise.

However, Judith was as frightened of revealing herself as
an agnostic almost as much as she was of bringing to life
her alter ego, Superslut. She feared her mother's reaction.
She was frightened of the disgrace of disfellowship and the
shame it would bring to her family.

On the other hand, here she was, far from home,
surrounded by people her own age that her mother would
characterise as jezebels, idolaters and heathens, and she
could do whatever she damned well liked.

All the same, the pressure to conform to her faith was
overwhelming. It came from the congregation at the Exeter
Kingdom Hall, the tiny University Jehovah's Witness
Society (JWSoc) and almost every other day from the
letters she received from her mother. How could she tell
her mother, who she loved so dearly, that rather than being
horrified by the sight of bared flesh, the temptation it
presented, and the opportunity to download obscene
images off the internet, she found it all very exciting?

It had been a revelation to her, far more so than anything
written by St John, to view not only images of naked
figures, which she'd already seen in art galleries, but
sexual acts that often went far beyond what was necessary
to go forth and multiply. Even what she had seen on
television in the students' lounge hadn't prepared her for
the acts of gross depravity she had seen on the internet.
And contrary to her mother's expectation that Judith would
unerringly reject such foulness and hedonism, she had
developed an appetite for it. And her alter ego of Superslut
fully intended to satisfy that appetite.

If only she had the courage to actually do something about
it.

In the meantime she had her religious duties to observe. At
least they kept her busy when she wasn't studying.

"Yes, I'll accompany you," she told Linus after the JWSoc
meeting.

It had been another excruciating debate, led by Naomi,
which once again attempted to elucidate the meaning of
the 'imminence' of the Great Tribulation and inevitably
resolved itself in metaphor and wishful thinking. How
could something as critical as the end of the world be so
dull? But when faced with Linus' request that someone
accompany him to propagate the word of the Lord and
distribute copies of The Watchtower, Judith jumped at the
opportunity. After all, Linus was by far the most attractive
man in the society. In fact, with the exception of Aaron,
who was a wheelchair-bound mess of neuroses, Linus was
the only man in the Jehovah's Witness Society. Perhaps he
would be the one who would bring Superslut into the
world?

In most circles, Linus would not be thought much of a
catch. Amongst the half-dozen or so Jehovah's Witnesses
at the university, he was pretty much all there was. He
dressed so conservatively that he resembled an actor for a
period drama. Judith could think of no one else on campus
who wore a tie. He was tall, gangling and acne-ridden. He
took his religion absurdly seriously, although not
noticeably more so than Naomi, Miriam, Bethany or the
other women who made up the majority of the campus
congregation.

Linus probably expected Bethany to be the one to
volunteer for the duty. She was a fat woman whose choice
of clothes was not only conservative but ill-fitting and
whose dedication to the most tedious aspects of faith must
surely put her amongst the lucky anointed. It had already
been commented that Judith was lacklustre in her
commitment, so he probably assumed she had volunteered
to recompense.

The following afternoon, Judith and Linus spent several
hours trailing around the streets of Exeter where they
knocked on front doors and, with a cheeriness of
disposition and a huge weight of magazines, pamphlets
and bibles, sought to impart the good news of Christ's
coming and the imminent Great Tribulation. However, the
good people of Exeter were as indifferent, uninterested or
even hostile as those of Middlesbrough. The only ones
who gave them any time at all, and to which Judith and
Linus kept engaged with resigned desperation, were very
old people, who were dreadfully lonely and hardly
bothered at all that the faith of the Jehovah's Witnesses
was any different to any other protestant faith. One old
lady was convinced that they were answerable to the Pope
who she reminded them many times had once been a
member of the Hitler Youth.

"Is that why you dress like you do?" she asked. "Is it
because the Pope is a Nazi?"

Linus shook his head at Judith as they made their way
back to the students' lodgings where he lived and which
wasn't too far from where Judith lodged.

"No one ever said the road to salvation was easy!" he
joked.

This, in fact, was the first joke he'd made all afternoon in
the dispiriting and daunting procession of streets and
doorsteps. Most of his conversation had been with the
people they were petitioning and focused on his incredulity
at the evolution heresy, his horror at the practice of
abortion, and, more topically, his rejection of war, for
whatever purpose, even in the heathen Middle East.
Nevertheless, Judith grabbed at this small evidence of
levity as a good sign. Perhaps the desire she had rehearsed
in her mind as she watched Linus proselytise on the
equally heathen streets of Exeter would be realised. Today
would be the day her secret alter ego would be unleashed.

"Are you going to invite me in for coffee?" she asked
boldly when it was more than obvious that he wasn't going
to do anything of the sort.

"Coffee!" said Linus aghast. "I take no drugs of any kind."

"Not even decaffeinated?" wondered Judith, who had
developed quite a taste for coffee since leaving
Middlesbrough.

"I have some herbal tea-bags," Linus assented.

"That sounds nice," said Judith, already more forward than
the average woman in her congregation, although far short
of the forwardness of Superslut. "I'm sure it'll be very
tasty."

Although Linus had agreed to invite Judith to his small
student bedroom for a cup of camomile tea, he was
noticeably nervous. Judith wondered whether Bethany or
Naomi had ever got this far, but she knew that even had
they done so it was unlikely that they had thoughts as
lascivious as the ones Judith was entertaining.

It was more than apparent that Linus' sole intention was to
dispense herbal tea and discuss the outcome of their door-
to-door witnessing. It was an effort for Judith to direct the
conversation to other matters, by asking him about his
home in Sutton and his degree in Computer Science. Even
when discussing such subjects, however, Linus had the
irritating habit of finding a religious perspective, not least
of all in the sinfulness of the students who, instead of
studying the intricacies of object-oriented analysis and
design, would spend hours playing computer games.

"These games are of the foulest kind you can imagine!"
Linus said. "They are libidinous, violent and blasphemous.
Yes, even blasphemous by the liberal values of the Church
of England or the Church of Rome, for they feature
goblins, trolls and demons which by rights should stay
imprisoned in Hell."

Judith knew exactly what these games were like, although
she'd never played them. But the images of semi-clad
heroines battling it out against demons with guns and
grenade-launchers made her feel strangely excited.

"Do you want to make love to me?" she suddenly asked in
a low barely audible voice.

Where had that come from? Clearly, her alter ego was not
as well-concealed as Judith thought. But the truth was that
she wasn't really at all upset that Superslut had sprung out
of the shadows. Maybe it would facilitate the release of
passion she so craved.

Linus was shocked. In fact, he went very visibly pale. His
acne-scars stood out blue and grey against his unhealthy
white skin.

"What did you say?"

Judith repeated herself, surprised at her uncharacteristic
boldness. "Do you want to fuck... make love to me?"

Linus froze on his chair and stared down at his hands
clasped in his lap. This was a tense moment that went on
for rather longer than Judith had ever imagined possible.
When would he look up and, true to the form of all men,
which her mother, the internet and the Bible had assured
her were driven by desire and lust rather than reason, say
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" And then they could fling themselves on
the bed and Linus would fuck her just like all those porn
stars did on the internet. Perhaps Linus had a penis as big
as they did. She would love to find out.

Linus eventually raised his head and looked at Judith sadly
and even pityingly.

"I shall pretend I haven't heard you," he said slowly and
evenly. "I shall tell no one in the congregation or in
JWSoc, as I have no wish to see you marked or reproved.
You have committed the foul and unspeakable sin of lust,
for which you cannot be forgiven, but the Lord is strong
within me and I believe he would see this as a test of the
strength of my faith. You are surrounded by heathens and
atheists, so it is only natural that you should fall into error.
Please go now and I shall make no future reference to this
transgression."

Judith was ashamed and embarrassed as she made her
unaccompanied way out of Linus' student dwellings and
from there through the streets of Exeter. There was a part
of her that regretted her lasciviousness and
presumptuousness, but the loudest voice in her head was
one which celebrated Superslut and was more concerned
about the failure of her blatant solicitation than at the fact
it had been done at all.

Judith was sure a gulf was opening between her and the
other Jehovah's Witnesses at the university, and this
incident would serve only to make that gulf larger.
However, the greatest cause for this was less her
sluttishness?which to his credit Linus did keep a secret?
but the fact that Judith didn't really enjoy spending much
time with her co-believers and made the unforgivable error
of befriending students who were not Jehovah's Witnesses.
Indeed, there was one who was not even within the bounds
of the Christian faith.

In truth, Judith had few enough friends at university and
this was less a result of shyness but more because her
conservative appearance made most students feel
uncomfortable. Furthermore, she didn't drink, didn't
smoke, didn't party, didn't play sports, and didn't have any
knowledge of popular culture. However, she was an
amiable enough girl and, unlike the other members of
JWSoc, didn't proselytise or indeed make any reference to
her religion. None of them, of course, knew that she was
also Superslut, who'd gladly take any cock in her mouth
and would wade in buckets of spunk if only she had the
opportunity.

Kulthoom was a Muslim. An Indian Muslim, at that, but
scarcely a girl who paraded her religion. Indeed, she was
one of those students who Judith's mother would most
unreservedly describe as a jezebel. She displayed more of
her brown skin than even the average female student and
frequently sprinkled her conversation with profanities and
even obscenities. Neither attribute would endear her to
Judith's congregation. In fact, she would be considered
utterly unsuitable as a friend for Judith by her mother and
even her father, who so rarely expressed any opinion of his
own.

"Why so glum?" asked Kulthoom, after a seminar on
enzymes where Judith had been even more reserved than
usual.

Judith wasn't prepared for this question and had no answer
ready. She certainly didn't expect to suddenly burst into
tears within full sight of a couple of the boys from her
seminar.

"Oh, Judith," said Kulthoom with sympathy. "Come along.
Let's find somewhere to sit and talk. You're not pregnant
or something, are you?"

"Pregnant?" gasped Judith, wondering all of a sudden
whether it was after all true that you could get pregnant
from sitting on toilet seats. "No. No. It's nothing."

"Well, it's clearly not nothing, Judith," Kulthoom
continued. "I'm sorry about mentioning pregnancy. It's just
a couple of friends... Well, it happens... I just wondered... I
know you're not the sort of girl who'd get pregnant."

"More's the pity!" exclaimed Judith bitterly and firmly, and
her tears gushed out with less constraint, accompanied by
throaty gulps. Where had this come from? Superslut would
never have such inexplicable emotions. So, why did
Judith?

Kulthoom sighed. "You're frustrated by not having a
boyfriend, aren't you?" she asked sympathetically.

Judith nodded. "I never meet any boys. I can never get to
know them. I'm going to die a spinster."

"Don't be silly!" said Kulthoom. "Finding boys is easy. But
not when you dress the way you do. Nor when you never
go out anywhere."

"What can I do?" Judith sniffed miserably.

Kulthoom directed Judith to a seat and sat next to her.
"Well, by not feeling sorry for yourself for a start. Look,
I'm going to a club this Saturday. You fancy going?
There's a good chance that Eddie Halliwell will be DJing.
But, even if he isn't, it'll be banging."

"A club?"

"A night club. Where there'll be dancing and stuff. It's
mostly techno and trance. It'll be good."

"Will it?"

"And there'll be loads of boys there."

"Really?" said Judith, visibly cheering up.

"Yeah. You fancy it?"

"Erm... Yes. Perhaps."

"You'll need to put on better clothes, though," Kulthoom
remarked. "They won't let you in dressed like some kind of
fifties throwback."

"What sort of clothes?" asked a visibly alarmed Judith.
"All my clothes are like this."

"Fuck's sake!" said Kulthoom, suddenly exasperated. "I
only wondered if you wanted to come with me to the club.
Do you really have nothing else to wear?"

Judith nodded sadly.

"Okay! Okay! I can go shopping with you as well. Get you
some decent clothes to wear. We'll have to go to the
arcade. When's a good time for you?"

It was the first time that Judith had ever entered any of the
clothes shops that Kulthoom took her to, but they were
shops where she was sure Superslut would be comfortable.
She almost hoped that Kulthoom would take her into Ann
Summers to look at erotic lingerie, but that was a step too
far. Anyway, the ones they did go into sold clothes that
were far more revealing than any Judith had worn in her
life. At first she was very reluctant to try on the clothes in
the little changing rooms, but Kulthoom insisted. She also
persuaded Judith to unplait her hair so she didn't look quite
so odd, even though her clumsy clothes did cause a few
eyebrows to be raised when they entered the clothes shops.

In actual fact, Judith didn't choose any of the clothes she
bought. It was Kulthoom who decided what Judith should
buy and none of these were remotely like any clothes
Judith had ever worn before, but, as Judith secretly noted,
were certainly suitable for Superslut. They were slightly
more revealing than the clothes Kulthoom wore on
campus, but were not by any means outrageous. These
were a short-cropped tee-shirt, a short denim skirt, a garish
plastic handbag and small bootees with more heel than
Judith usually wore, but not so much as to make dancing
an improbability.

"So, let's look at you, girl!" said Kulthoom standing
outside the changing rooms in front of the mirror. Judith
nervously and awkwardly strode back and forth in her new
clothes, actually rather liking the image she saw of herself.
Superslut was poised and ready to spring into action. Her
arms were bare, her midriff was bare, and her legs were
bare from the ankles to very nearly the top of the thigh. If
her mother could see her now... Or any of the Exeter
Kingdom Hall... Or any Jehovah's Witness...

"I don't think anyone would recognise you," commented
Kulthoom, unconsciously echoing Judith's thoughts. "You
look totally different. Yeah, I think we'll be able to do the
business. The boys at the club won't know what's hit
them."

When Saturday came, Judith walked across Exeter to
Kulthoom's lodgings: a four-bedroom flat she shared with
three other girls. She didn't dare wear her new clothes. She
carried them instead in a carrier bag, which she thought in
itself was a clarion call to the world that she had been into
some wholly disreputable shops, but thankfully she met no
one she knew who was likely to comment. She changed in
Kulthoom's room, feeling nervous and jittery but
comforted by her friend's reassuring remarks. She even let
Kulthoom adorn her with lipstick and blue eye make-up.
The image in the mirror was definitely that of Superslut
and not of plainly-dressed Judith, Biochemistry student
and Jehovah's Witness.

"What time do we go to the club?" asked Judith.

"Not till after midnight."

"Midnight?" said Judith aghast. That would take her into
Sunday, the day of rest.

"Well, don't worry," said Kulthoom, picking up her
handbag and slinging it over her shoulder. "We don't have
to wait here till then. I've arranged to meet some friends at
the pub."

"The pub?"

This was even worse. Not only was she dressed like a slut
and intending to dance on the Sabbath, she was also going
to enter a den of iniquity where there was drinking,
smoking and, no doubt, other debauchery. However, since
Superslut wouldn't object to such things, why should she?

Although Judith did her best to hide it, her evening was
one of acute embarrassment and awkwardness. Thankfully,
everywhere was so noisy, everyone so distracted and
everything so chaotic that nobody noticed how much
Judith was really not enjoying herself. At least, she was
dressed appropriately for her company. Kulthoom dressed
more immodestly than even she, with virtually only shorts
and a bra. Her girlfriends, and there were so many of them,
dressed much the same. Some were Asian, one was black,
but most of her friends were white like Judith. But it
wasn't easy to have any conversation with any of them,
especially as it was so very noisy.

"What are you drinking?" asked one of Kulthoom's
friends.

"I'm not sure," said Judith honestly. "Orange juice. Fruit
juice. Something like that."

"J2O, then," said the girl, teetering on her heels and
heading to the bar through an unmannerly scrum of
immodestly dressed young women and leering young men.

And so, Judith's first experience of alcohol was in the form
of alcopops, a concoction she'd never been warned of and
had never heard of. And that, with the noise, the bright
lights, the smell of perspiration, made the evening even
more chaotic. The little shouted conversation she had was
far from profound and was generally merely to confirm
that she was a friend of Kulthoom and studied the same
subject at university. There was no opportunity for her to
mention her religion, how this was her first time dressed as
Superslut and how totally out of her depth she was.

Judith's confusion was only intensified when?after
stretching out her alcopops to several hours and still
feeling giddy and light-headed?she found herself queuing
for more than half an hour in wholly the wrong clothes for
the night temperature. She was then let into a night club
whose entrance fee cost her almost as much as the train-
fare to Middlesbrough. And once inside, it was far worse
than her ordeal in the pub had prepared her for.

It was both too bright and too dark under the bizarre
lighting. It was certainly too crowded and, most of all, it
was too loud. Judith had had very little exposure to
contemporary dance music. What little she'd heard usually
leaked out of iPods or car stereos and she'd never been
able to make any sense of it. Now she was wholly
immersed in it and it was incredibly loud. More than that,
the massive bass rhythm thundered inside Judith's bared
stomach and its sheer volume shook her teeth. Its only
consolation was that, by making conversation even more
difficult, it spared her the embarrassment of anyone
attempting to converse with her.

Judith imagined Hell was probably pretty much like this.
A confusion of lights and demonic noise, while all around
her was more bared flesh than she'd ever anticipated. No
one was actually naked as such, but so much skin was on
display from the men and women dancing to the
thunderous music that there was little left to the
imagination. And in no time at all, Judith lost sight of
Kulthoom and her friends.

As Judith wandered about the club, skirting the huge
dance-floor, past the chill-out room, around the perimeter
of the central podium, she became less and less sure of
herself. She might imagine herself as Superslut, ready to
rock and roll, and gagging for a fuck, but her
overwhelming sensation was of disorientation and
confusion. And the men, the object of her desire: they
approached her like lunatics, swaying and gurning and
staggering, often in some kind of sympathy to the music
emanating from the DJ's turntables high above the dance-
floor. This was not the invitation to romance that a virgin
like Judith could contemplate. Even if she was secretly
Superslut.

Eventually, Judith could bear it no longer and was
thoroughly relieved when by chance she stumbled out of
the club and was back in the open-air. No more of the
teeth-grating noise that still buzzed residually in her ears.
No more press of flesh against hers as she dodged past the
flailing dancers. No more puddles of beer to avoid slipping
in. No more maelstroms of strobing bright lights.

But, despite her relief at being free from Hell in the
corporeal world, she was also aware that she was lost in
Exeter. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know
how to get home. She didn't know whether there were any
buses to catch, although being after midnight she thought
it unlikely. And, worst of all, she was dressed as Superslut
and the clothes belonging to Judith the Jehovah's Witness,
who was the one who lived in her student lodging, were
still lying on the bed in Kulthoom's flat. It was enough to
make her swear.

Judith practised a few profanities. "Fuck! Shit! Bugger!
Damn! Arsehole!" Although she was sure that each of
them was enough to condemn her to an eternity of hell-fire
and in combination would increase her torments a billion-
fold, letting loose a stream of invective, however poorly
she understood the words, did make her feel better.

But the comfort it gave her didn't last very long, and soon
she was crouched on a bench by the canal, shivering in her
few clothes, a face collapsed in wretchedness and hair
plastered over her face. And then, as if this humiliation
and disgrace wasn't enough, it started to drizzle.

"Oh no!" cried Judith, who found that swear-words were
definitely no substitute for an umbrella or a water-proof.

"Judith! It is you, isn't it?" she heard a man's voice. "I
could hardly recognise you. What are you doing here?"

Judith raised her head and squinted at the dark figure of a
young man through her wire-framed spectacles (about the
only thing she was wearing in her alter ego of Superslut
that was what she'd normally wear). It was Yu, a student
from her Viruses and Bacteria course. He was Chinese in
ethnic origin, but spoke with a distinct Home Counties
accent.

"I've just been to the night club," said Judith through a
voice choked with gulped phlegm, just as her face was
streaked by tears.

"You have?" said Yu, surprised. "I really wouldn't have
thought... But you're going to get soaked if you stay out
here. It looks like it might actually rain for real. Where's
your lodging?"

"I don't know."

"Sorry?"

"I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I went to this night
club... I shouldn't have... I was so..." spluttered Judith, and
then she burst into tears.

It was inevitable that Yu should take Judith back to the
small bedsit he rented in the town centre. He couldn't very
well leave Judith on the bench by the canal, especially
when, while they were speaking, there was a sudden squall
of rain in amongst the drizzle that, although it lasted very
little time at all, was a harbinger of more inclement
weather to come. Judith was very nearly delirious. The
combination of the alcopops she'd drunk and her
disorientation left her in a state that Yu attributed to a
much greater degree of hedonistic abandon than that to
which Judith had actually acquainted herself.

Judith wasn't even properly aware of her surroundings
when her distress subsided sufficiently for her to study
them. What had Superslut let her in for? What fresh sins
had she committed?

In fact, Yu's room was about as innocent as any student's
could be. There were books and folders scattered about the
shelves and around a small laptop computer. Posters on
the wall celebrated Arsenal football club and last year's
World Cup. The CDs piled up by the stereo system
featured rock music unfamiliar to Judith, but unlikely to
have been played at the night club. He was sitting on the
bed, nursing a cup of coffee, while Judith noticed she was
sitting on an armchair with a cold cup of coffee and
biscuits in front of her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Judith blurted. "I really shouldn't
have..."

"Shall I order you a taxi?" Yu asked.

"A taxi?" Judith wondered.

"Well, you'll want to go home, won't you?" Yu remarked.

Judith considered this momentarily. Did she want to go
back to her lodgings? She thought about the implications.
Her clothes were at Kulthoom's flat. The clothes she was
wearing would precipitate a confrontation with her co-
believers that she was ill-prepared for. She was slightly
drunk and she'd not achieved anything that she'd hoped to
from this evening. And what was it that she'd wanted to
achieve? What did she hope to get by letting loose her alter
ego into the world?

Judith looked up at Yu. He was a nice boy. Very nice.
Short, perhaps. Certainly shorter than Linus. Judith hadn't
really spoken to him much before, even though he was in
the same lectures and seminars as her. But he was in full
possession, Judith was sure, of whatever it was that made
him a man. And he'd treated her with kindness.

What would Superslut say?

"I think I'd rather stay here," said Judith with more
firmness than she'd expected, tugging at her top in the first
of a series of movements that would prepare her for bed.

And, unlike Linus, there was no resistance from Yu, who
must have, to a certain extent, half-expected what was to
come.

It was at this point that Superslut finally revealed herself.
Judith had been right to believe that inside her was another
girl, eager to be set free, who would have the carnal
appetite that would overwhelm, well, certainly Yu. And
although it was Judith's first time?and rather more
painful than she'd anticipated?the passion she harboured
was at least as great as Judith had imagined.

In practice, Judith was rather less wanton than she'd
imagined Superslut would be. She didn't indulge in anal
intercourse nor did she let her face be pasted by semen; not
that it occurred to Yu that this was a necessary part of their
love-making nor did he offer it up as an option to her. The
love-making (and it felt rather more like that than
'fucking') was actually quite gentle and slow for most of
the time. Even languid. And the most physical and
passionate phases of it, during the thrusting in the
prescribed missionary position, was punctuated with rather
fewer of the obscenities and grunts that Judith had
expected.

And it was on this day, also, that Superslut died. While
Judith rested in Yu's bed, her head nestled on his bare
chest and her legs entwined around his, she decided that
the love she wanted was probably not, after all, anything
like that she'd imagined it would be. She'd be far happier
with one man, rather than several. She'd be more content
to get to know the man in her life as a person, rather than
as just a fuck-machine. Not only was she not ready for
Superslut, it was also the case that Superslut wasn't really
what she wanted to be.

She turned to face Yu, who was stirring. His eyes opened
slightly, but he wasn't really awake.

Judith put a hand on his penis, which she was pleased to
see was half-tumescent and would take very little effort to
bring into full life. And then the Sabbath could be properly
desecrated.

She sidled down Yu's thighs, cupped his testicles in the
palm of her hand, and took his awakening penis in her
mouth. "May the Lord bring me sustenance..." said Judith
to herself, as Yu's penis came very much into life.

Perhaps Judith wasn't Superslut exactly, but she could
certainly learn from her alter ego.





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