Friday, February 26, 2010

I Was A Teen Aged Cam Whore

FridayFlash ~ From the files of Buck Gabriel comes the shocking tale of a good little girl gone bad under the sinister tutelage of a dirty minded hooligan with nothing left to lose and a penchant for taking whatever he could get his filthy maggot paws on.

I Was a Teen Aged Cam Whore

*transcription of testimony provided by Miss Jane Doe, October 7th, 2005

MJD: When I first met Johnny, I knew he was something special. He had a way of talkin to ya like you was the only thing in the world that mattered, like you was special.

A girl has a way of getting to like that…

Anyways, I was just fifteen, but I looked a lot older, everybody told me, like I was a young looking twenty-one, like I could pass for a twenty-one-year-old because I have these wise eyes, see, look at em…. my momma told me that I had eyes like my grampa, only he didn't see too good on account of he had one of them plucked out by a police officer at some sort of protest rally or somethin back in the sixties, those were turbulent times for all of us, yes indeed, anyhow see I look real old and wise, people tell me all the time, especially Johnny, he used to always tell me how smart I was, like when he would ask me questions like, "You don't think the world would be better with Saddam Hussein in charge over there in Iraq, do you?" and I'd say "no" and he'd say "That's right, because you're the smartest little girl to ever come out of this here trailer park." and then he'd yell at me for forgetting how he liked his carrots to be cooked just right,

What was I saying?

Oh, right, my eyes, Johnny always said that they made me look wise, but I still have the body of a fifteen year old, so it made it extra sexy even, because then I could look smart and still not look like I thought I was better than somebody.

And then he told me how pretty I was and how much he wanted some pictures of me to look at when I wasn't around, so he wouldn't have to look at other girls, or any more pornography on that internet he had in his trailer, and I loved him, you know, what else could I do, and so I let him take some pictures of me with my momma's digital camera that I borrowed from her.

But then I caught him again one day lookin at that internet pornography and I started cryin, and he was like "but, baby I got tired of lookin at those old ones" and I told him "but that was last WEEK!" and he was like, "yeah, you want to look at the same damn thing all week"? I had to admit he had a point, so then I took my momma's camera again, and this time he took more, and we tried on a bunch of sexy outfits and I had a really good time with all of it, I started to like the attention and the dress up, and then he sold my Mommas camera to buy some methamphetamine.

And I was like "Damn, Johnny, how could you do that to my Momma" and he was like "don't worry baby, I'll fix it, I'll fix it, I know this place I can sell them pitchers I got of you" and I was like "Johnny, you promised you wouldn't let nobody see em!" and he said, "everybody's already seen em," and he showed me the website he made with some of the pitchers.

"and we can sell memberships for nine dollars and ninety five cents a month, sugar plum" he whispered in my ear.

Then he made me snort a line of that methamphetamine, and pretty much everything else after that was a blur.

I never went back to my momma's house. Johnny burned it down with her inside it, but I didn't know that untill the other day, the police department called it a 'lectric fire.

I was too busy to even read about it in the paper, Johnny got us one of them web cameras and set it up in the bedroom, and he made me play with myself and use all kinds of wierd vibrators and plastic penises, and sometimes I would have sex with him or one of his friends, sometimes he even made me do it with girls.

I admit that I liked it, I couldn't help it, and if I didn't look like I was enjoying myself then Johnny would hit me, or tie me down for a couple days, only certain people could see that part of the footage, and Johnny told me it was really expensive.

I didn't care much. I just wanted the meth. They said that you had some more for me, is that right, Mr. Buck?

BUCK: Oh, no. I don't know where to get any meth.

MJD: YOU FUCKING LIAR, YOU SONOFAVITCH I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKIN HEAD OFF LIKE I CUT OFF JOHNN—-

*end of recording*

3 comments:

Donald Conrad said...

Huh, I could hear her talkin', maybe twirling a bit of her hair—unconscious like—and just generally fidgeting as she talked because she was Jonesing. It all fits—it all belongs.

Duane said...

nice one.

Tao Joannes said...

why, thank you, sir

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