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Shattered Innocence

By: blueeyedsub



August 11, 1893

She looked up from her journal to watch the scenery through the window. Mile upon mile of flat grassland rolled by, only occasionally relieved but a grove of trees or a small farm. This was the longest train ride that she had ever been on, but she was no longer in awe of the massive train. It has simply been too long since she had had a decent nights sleep and a thorough bath. It was the middle of summer, and the sun heated the train cars and the miserable people traveling across the countryside. She wished that this part of the trip was over. 

She stopped watching the flat horizon and looked down at her threadbare dress. It was one of only two that she owned, both given to her by the nuns in the orphanage. She had her only possessions in a worn carpetbag, her slim wardrobe and the only three letters she had ever received in her lifetime. 

She came to the orphanage one day when she was almost three. A preacher and his wife on an evening drive had seen smoke in the distance. Upon investigation, they found a little girl standing in the yard of a small farmhouse. “Where’s your parents?” they had asked. All she could do was point into the charred mess. They took her home and fed and bathed her, and the next day she was taken to the orphanage. When they asked her name, she said, “’Manda.” They figured that she had just had a hard time saying Amanda, so Amanda she was. No one knew the family name, so they called her Amanda Rain. The Orphanage was in New York City, somewhere she’s never been. Over the fifteen years that she was placed there, she never ventured outside of the walls. Her lessons, dormitory, and church were all located inside, so there was no reason for her to venture into that sinful world, as the nuns had told her. 

She, when she realized that she would soon be released, sent out letters to employment agencies that only hired women. She figured that she could nanny for someone; she always was good with the children that were brought into the orphanage. 

The first, and only letter that she received was from a company in Colorado. She read the letter several times: 

******** 

Amanda Rain,

I have been contacted by an employment agency in regards to your letter. It seems that they believe that you would be a good candidate for a position in my business. Further questions need to be answered before I can be certain.  Are you, or have you ever been married? Do you know how to use bookkeeping records? Are you trained in culinary skills or housekeeping? Do you play any instruments or sing? What are your measurements for seamstress purposes? What is your coloring for clothing requirements? Failure to answer any of these questions will result in not being awarded a position. 

Sincerely, 

Dalton, Inc. 

********

As she was told, she answered all of the questions, even if somewhat hesitantly. She even included a small likeness of her that one of her roommates had done on scrap paper. 

The second letter was from the orphanage stating that she had one month to decide whether to join the convent or to leave the only home she had ever known. To become a nun was encouraged. 

The final letter carried in her bag was from her future employer, Dalton, Inc. Included with this letter was a one-way ticket to Colorado, and some extra money. The letter had further instructions telling her to meet Mr. Jon Freedman on the platform of the station. “Mr. Freedman should be able to recognize you from the likeness that you sent.” She hoped. 

She said goodbye to her “sisters” that were in the orphanage with her and the nuns that she had come to think of as her many mothers. She gathered her few possessions, and was on her way. She looked back at the forgotten journal; she didn’t seem to be able to concentrate on it. 

********

She lifted her head off the window and realized that she was at her station. She gathered her belongings, and walked out onto the platform. There was mass confusion and dust hanging in the air. She walked around trunks and crates to try to get to a point where she could be seen. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped down on her arm. She turned to look at the person, to tell them that they were hurting her. She looked into the cruelest face that she had ever seen. She opened her mouth to scream, but his other hand clamped down on her mouth and nose. Thankfully, she lost consciousness.

********

“Well, I see that someone has decided to join us,” said a voice from far in the distance. “Come on Amanda, it’s time to get up,” the voice now losing patience. 

Amanda opened her eyes. She immediately gasped. She was in the most beautiful carriage that she’d ever seen. When she looked in front of her, her mouth fell open. Sitting there, smiling at her, was the most handsome man that she thought could possibly exist. Light brown hair with a few mixed in grays, strong build, tanned skin, and beautiful blue eyes. That mouth, it was so wonderful, seemed to be carved by God. 

“Where… am I?” she finally asked.

“For starters, you’re in Colorado. You are in my carriage on your way to my home and business. This is where you will both work and live. We are three hours from the nearest town by carriage, which you have traveled two and a half leaning against Mr. Freedman. Kindly right yourself; I detest slovenly behavior.” She did as she was told. I am Steven Dalton; you can call me Mr. Dalton or Sir. 

“Yes, Sir. You didn’t tell me….”

“I told you all that you needed to know. Now, may I suggest that you enjoy the view?”

She bent her head to look at her lap, feeling defiant. She was shocked to see that her skirt was tore from hem to hip. Worn petticoats showed through the gash. She made to pull the sides together when the now silent Mr. Freedman ordered “Leave it be”. Once again she obeyed, but still felt enough defiance to try to adjust her legs so that minimal undergarments could be seen. She was so nervous. The only men she had ever been around had been the priests and parishioners that came to the church. Now, she was alone with two men that she barely even knew, and they wanted to stare at her underwear. 

“We’ll be arriving at my ranch very shortly. Maybe you should prepare yourself.” She didn’t know what she was supposed to do, so she did nothing. “Why don’t you try fixing your hair a bit.” It wasn’t a question. 

She reached for her bag to get her wooden comb. With a frown, she looked up. “Where are my belongings?” 

“There was nothing in there that you need other than your journal and the letter stating that you are now eighteen. I removed the letters and your journal, but I had the rest disposed of. You seem surprised. Why else do you think that I asked for your seamstress requirements?”

She did the best she could to her hair, but ended up just taking it down, so it hung freely to her waist. “Leave it like that.”

He was amazed by the way her hair hung, beautiful, soft, multifaceted. He definitely liked it. It made her look younger than eighteen, but he didn’t mind.

When they arrived at the ranch, really a small town, she was shown to her room. A hot bath had been prepared for her. She disrobed and stepped in. When she was immersed, the maid came in and took her clothes. She washed everything at least twice, and enjoyed the feeling of being clean. Soon, the water began to grow cold, so she stepped out into the room. A plush towel awaited her. With nothing else to wrap in, she settled for the towel, and went in search of a hairbrush. The brush was on the vanity, and the vanity in front of the wide window in the room. She stepped over to it and began brushing the tangles out. If her hair wasn’t kept in a bun, it became so unruly. She glanced out the window to see people busy at the day’s work. Directly across from her window was a barn. Standing just inside the door was a man with out a shirt. He had a well-carved body, and nice stature… It was Mr. Dalton! Blushing, she turned from the window to the door, where the maid and Mr. Freedman stood. 

Slowly, Mr. Freedman walked forward. He took the brush from her hand, and turned her again to face the window. His hands were at her back pulling at the towel that was wrapped around her. “Let it go.” She shook her head no, staring directly into her employer’s eyes, but no one else paid attention. From the ground, Mr. Dalton nodded his head, and the man behind her ripped her towel away. Everything was exposed. She tried to use her hair as a shield, but Mr. Freedman took the mane and wrapped it in his fist. “No!” she said. But she couldn’t do anything. She moved her arms to cover her body, but they ended up held behind her back. The maid was helping him! She closed her eyes and was rewarded with a swat on her ass with the hairbrush.

“You know you want him to watch you. Just look at him. See that? He likes watching you naked.” Indeed, her employer was smiling. 

She began crying; she just couldn’t help but wonder why these people were doing this to her. Below, Mr. Dalton gave one final nod, and the curtains were closed. “It’s time to get ready for dinner, Miss Amanda.”

The dress was handed to her, along with black stockings and no undergarments. “Isn’t there any underwear?” She was handed a black corset, which was then laced as tight as she could wear it and still breath. She had never needed a corset before, and could not think of why she needed one now. The dress was on the verge of being too small. A quarter of an inch lower in the bodice, and her nipples would be showing. “I believe that the seamstress didn’t follow the measurements sent to her.” 

Chuckling, the man that she was beginning to despise said, “She followed them perfectly, and I wouldn’t worry about it.”

She was led to the dining room, where she was the only female but the maid who was serving the three people. It seemed that Mr. Freedman took care of everything for Mr. Dalton. She was seated next to her employer, very close to him. She waited until the two men were eating before she picked up her napkin and placed it in her lap. After a few bites of dinner, and a few sips of wine, the day began to catch up with her. She felt a hand graze her lap, but thought nothing of it. Suddenly, she felt a very cold hand touch the inside of her thigh. She jumped and looked at her employer. He told her to continue eating. She drank her wine instead. 

A few moments later he called for the maid. “Mary, I do believe that Amanda has dropped something underneath the table. Will you please fetch it?” The maid, never disobeying, hurried under the table. 

“Sir, I can’t find anything down here.”

“Well, I guess I was mistaken, but while you’re down there, please occupy Mr. Freedman.” 

Noisy slurping sounds could be heard from underneath the table. Mr. Freedman, both hands under the table, seemed to be satisfied. 

It must have been the wine, because she suddenly felt so tired that she couldn’t hold her head up anymore. From far away, she heard: “Sir, I believe it’s time.” 

********

Before she opened her eyes, she wanted to make sure she was dreaming. She had never met Mr. Dalton; a man and a maid hadn’t dressed her. She had never had that strange supper before, and she certainly wasn’t anywhere that smelled like the root cellar at the convent. Was she?

She opened her eyes to find a dimly lit room. It was damp and smelled of mildew and earth. She was somewhere she had never been before. 

She had something hard and cold in her mouth, she tried to spit it out. It wouldn’t budge. It was a long bar, definitely metal. She moved her hands to take the bit out; both were frozen in place by what sounded like chains. Becoming frightened, she moved her ankles. Both were also heavily chained in place. She was cold; she didn’t realize that she had only the new corset and the stockings on. Suddenly, she felt like crying. Nothing like this could have happened to her if she had just joined the convent and stayed where they told her she should. Her nipples were hard from the cold. Her sob broke the silence. 

“Miss Amanda” came a voice. “I wouldn’t cry if I were you. He won’t like that. Not at all. He’ll only get more angry with you…”

“Shut up, Mary.” A loud smack, of flesh contacting flesh, made her cringe. She knew that the maid was punished for her warning. 

“Well, look who’s awake from her little nap. Your master will be in here in a moment. Maybe you should continue crying, see what will happen?”

She tried her best to stop, and finally she almost had, when she heard a heavy wooden door open and shut. 

“What’s this? Someone not happy with their new position, pardon the pun?” There was a sudden smack across her breast so hard that she felt welts forming. “Jon, why don’t you get her ready for an examination.”

A chuckle, “Yes, Sir. You’ll be wanting her cleaned first?” 

“Of course. I’ll be back in an hour. Is that long enough?” 

“Yes, Sir”

Once again she heard the heavy door. “You are not going to feel comfortable in a moment, but it shouldn’t last too long.” He reached underneath the hard table that she was laying on. An area of the table was removed just below her waist. He also repositioned her legs by bending them at the knees and spreading them apart. With out her underwear, everything that she was told not to touch as a child was opened up for these cruel people. 

She flinched again as a cold hand touched her cheek, right next to her anus. The man laughed this time, and it was even worse to hear than his hideous chuckle. The door opened again. The entire room was surprised into frozen positions. 

The beautiful man, she didn’t hate him, but he scared her, walked back into the room. 

“On second thought, this one’s special to me. I am going to do this myself.”

“If you want, Sir,” the amusement was now gone from the cold man’s eyes. 

“Give me the bucket that has the soap water. Now, Amanda, this is going to hurt. I want you to not fight me, or it’ll only hurt worse. I am going to stick this in your ass, and I am going to make you shit. I want it clean before I look in there. Got it?” She nodded her head, crying again. “Good. Now, relax.” He said chuckling. A hard cold object touched her hole. She flinched, which rewarded her a strong smack on the ass. The object kept being pushed in. Finally, it stopped going in, but was now being spread. What felt like a tube was inserted, and the cold metal object was removed. 

“You’re going to feel a lot of pressure, and probably some severe stomach cramps. You’re going to want to shit, but you had better wait until I tell you to.” He was right. As he forced the soapy water in, she began to cry harder. She had never felt this kind of pain before. Suddenly the tube was removed, she began to relax. Something larger, and coarser was shoved in. “This is a cork. It will make sure that you do not shit until I am ready for you to. 

She was forced to hold it in her forever, it seemed. Finally, Mary was told to bring the bowl to the table and place it underneath. The cork was removed, and soon, her bowel’s contents were rapidly leaving her. Mary took another towel and cleaned her ass cheeks and the table off. 

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

She nodded that it was, but only received another smack across her breasts for that. Her nipples, still standing proud, began to sting from the attack. They became even harder. Again the metal speculum was inserted into her ass, easier this time, and her employer examined her. The metal was removed, and a large, long cold cylinder was inserted. “This is a glass tube, made especially for me. You are to hold it in your anus the rest of the time, or until I remove it. If you drop it, and it breaks, you will be punished. Understand?” She nodded. She felt full, it was so hard to describe, but she felt almost fulfilled too. 

Soon, the same metal that she felt on her ass hole was violating her vagina. This was the same abnormal pressure as it was being inserted, and the same almost pain as it was separating her folds. She was concentration on that feeling so much that she felt the grooved glass slide a bit from her ass. She bucked, trying not to drop it. 

Another sharp rap across her breasts brought her still. 

“Mary, will you get the strap?” When she returned to the tableside, she was holding a small leather strap. She tied it to the small bolts on both sides and tightened. Amanda realized at once that the maid was forcing the glass back inside of her anus, she wouldn’t have to concentrate on holding it; it was being done for her. 

“You really disappointed me, Amanda. I had hoped that you could take a simple direction. But, if that glass were to break tonight, I don’t think that you could take the punishment. We’ll see about the future.”

He returned to the speculum in her pussy. “So, you are still a virgin. We will have to take care of this. It is too bad that you can’t keep a woman a virgin and fuck her at the same time. Amanda, darling, you look confused. Yes, I did say fuck. Do you not know what it means? No? Did they not teach you anything at the fucking convent you were in? I’m sure they did, but obviously not about the differences between a man and a woman. Jon, Mary, get her ready.”

The man stepped forward, and loosened the chains at her wrists. The woman helped her move down to the end of the table. Mr. Dalton shoved Mary’s face into Amanda’s crotch. “You know what to do.” The maid began licking her vagina and Amanda couldn’t help but respond. She’d never had anyone touch her there before. Mary found her clitoris and began frantically licking the swollen pea. Soon, Amanda was humming with desire. She felt like she was on the verge of a waterfall, ready to go at any time. The licking stopped. Her master stood between her knees, his crotch perfectly level with hers. A pillow was shoved under her head so that it was angled down and her pussy was in plain site. She’d been shaved. All of her soft pubic hair was gone. That wasn’t what held her attention. The massive cock that her master was holding was positioned at her entrance. That was the difference between men and women that no one had ever told her about. She nearly fainted. Jon slapped her face. 

“No, Amanda, no more fainting today. I want you awake when I take your virginity in all its pain and glory.” With that he shoved his cock deep inside of her. He buried it to the hilt. Pain ripped her body in two. She wanted to pass out, wanted relief. She then realized that he wasn’t moving. He was watching her pain on her face, waiting until it didn’t hurt anymore. He was almost being kind. As her pain subsided, he began to slowly move in and out. Blood, precum and vaginal fluid lubricating every slide in and out. He began to rub her sore clit, bringing her to orgasm. She finally fell over the waterfall, just as he began to stroke harder and harder within her. Soon, he grunted, groaned, and she felt him cum within her. 

“That’s how you make a baby, Miss Amanda. Clean her up.” 

He pulled out of her and began to walk away. 

“Never mind. I will do it myself. Why don’t the two of you go keep each other company?” 

“Sir, the wine is next to the door.” Mary said this before she turned to follow Jon out the door. Her master removed her bit from her mouth. He was pressing the bottle to her mouth. “Why,” she managed, before the cool liquid threatened to choke her. 

“Maybe someday you’ll know.” Was all he said. She lost consciousness before he took out the glass from her ass. He almost lovingly took the chains off of her wrists and ankles, being careful to check for any permanent damage. He washed all the blood off of her body and dried it. He removed the corset and the stockings and wrapped her in a large blanket. He carried her back through the large house, and placed her on her bed with a kiss on the cheek. She’d sleep until tomorrow afternoon.

Shattered Innocence



Authors Note:

This is a continuation of the story Awakening. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended.

*****

Ruth's daily routine changed radically after the incident at the pool. She used to come home from work, get some dinner, a glass of wine, and spend the evening watching TV or reading before heading off to bed. Now she found herself rushing home from work, grabbing a quick bite and heading out to the pool each evening in hopes that he would be there. She didn't know anything about the man, not his name, what he did for a living, even if he was single. What she did know is that she could not stop fantasizing about him.

In the shower she couldn't help but feel his presence, his penetrating eyes upon her, nor could she help but touch herself until she exploded into orgasm at his fantasy touch. She would dream about him at night, waking up with her pussy damp and twitching unable to return to sleep until she pleasured herself yet again.

It had been nearly a week since their first meeting, she had seen him a couple of times walking to his car or through the apartment complex but never had the nerve even to wave or acknowledge his presence. Once he had glanced over and given her a little smile, and she quickly hid behind the book she was holding, quickly growing damp between her legs. On Friday, one week to the day since her accident at the pool it happened, she turned the corner of her building, heading for her car and off to work, and she ran into him, literally. 

She had been in a hurry, wanting to stop and get coffee and perhaps a Danish on the way to work. He caught her in his strong arms to keep her from bouncing off of him and falling backwards onto her ass. Are you okay? Her cheeks turned to crimson and tightness crept up into her throat, between her legs dampness spread immediately, all she could manage was a whispered yes sir. She had no idea why she said that, she hadn't called another man sir in her life that hadn't been her father, or an employer. He must think I'm crazy, I've said four words to him two yeses and two sirs. 

He held her for a moment to make sure that she had regained her balance. His eyes were penetrating her even though she wasn't looking into them; she kept her head down to hide how deeply her cheeks were blushed. Her pussy was tingling and the dampness there was growing. She drank in the scent of him, a musky cologne that made her want to run her tongue up his neck and taste his lips, his crisp business suit smelled of a fresh autumn day. He reached out and took her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his gaze, that penetrating dominate gaze that could see all the secrets she tried so desperately to hide from him. As soon as their eyes met the little butterfly between her legs threatened to send her over the edge into orgasm which she barley managed to control.

Her legs felt like they were going to give out, that the muscles had ceased to function, she had to fight the urge to slump to the ground in front of him. Which way is your car he asked, unable to speak she merely gestured with her eyes in the general direction in which she was parked. Hand me your keys. She handed him her keys and he put his arm around her and started to walk her in the direction she had indicated. She couldn't understand why she just handed her keys over to this strange man, she didn't even know his name, hell, and she had only spoken the same two words to him on two separate occasions. It was the way he spoke to her, it wasn't a question, it wasn't a suggestion, it was a command and she complied without question.

As they neared the parking lot he clicked the unlock button of the fob on her key chain alerting him to her car, a late model Mercedes, one of the few things that had been a nice benefit granted to her in the divorce. He turned and walked her over to the car, pausing to open the door and gently usher her into the drivers seat. As she slid into position the short white skirt she was wearing rode dangerously up her thighs stopping just before her white lace panties became visible to his gaze.

She glanced up for just a moment and caught his gaze staring directly down into her lap, her thighs fully exposed to him. Her cheeks blushed crimson once again and the butterflies that had been dancing around her clit suddenly shifted into overdrive. A low moan escaped her throat despite her desperate attempt to stifle it. You have beautiful legs he said in his commanding breathy voice, she winced and her thighs pressed together with a mind of their own. That was all it took, for the second time under this mans gaze she exploded into orgasm, without a touch, just with a glance and the added compliment about her legs she lost control. She convulsed a few times, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out, her breasts heaving as her breath came in little gasps. If she had looked up she would have witnessed a knowing grin cross his lips and a smile in his eyes at the effect he had on her.

He gently closed the door to her car, no more words, simply shut the door and left her to her own thoughts. She dare not glance up at him outside her window, she knew if she did she would loose control of her emotions again and would have to go back to her apartment for a change of clothes. She pulled her skirt down so that it was a little more modest and started her car. She was about to put it into reverse and back out of the parking space when a tap on the window made her jump. She glanced up into his face and he gestured for her to roll the window down. She fumbled around for the button, her fingers shaky and uncoordinated; she managed to find the right switch and eased the window down. 

The smoldering eyes that had haunted her every waking moment as well as her dreams were looking down at her, her heart was beating hard and her pussy was pulsating along in time. He bent his knees and lowered himself down to her level so that he was looking directly into her eyes. Dinner tonight, I will pick you up at eight, be ready. With that he simply stood, turned and walked away, his stride one of confidence, not waiting for an answer, as it hadn't been a question, it was a statement, there was no need for her to answer.

Her mind was switching gears faster then her thoughts could keep up. Her now wet pussy was doing cartwheels between her legs. She knew that she would comply to his invitation, even though she knew in the back of her mind it wasn't really an invitation, it was a command. One that he knew she couldn't help but obey. How did he know where to pick her up? How did he know she would even entertain the idea of going somewhere with a man whose name she didn't even know? These questions danced in her head for the rest of the day.

Her mind wasn't on her work the rest of the day, she kept thinking of those eyes, the words he spoke and how he spoke them. She had to fight not to soak her panties several times throughout the day, fighting the urge to press her thighs together and gain some release at her desk. Her cheeks in a constant state of flush redness, she fidgeted, little beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Finally at four that afternoon she'd had enough. 

She got up from her desk and walked to the door of her boss's office and knocked lightly. She heard Sarah, her boss, just hanging up the phone then calling for her to come in. Ruth opened the door quietly and stepped inside, her cheeks still displaying the red blush that she hadn't been able to shake since this morning. Sarah noticed right away, are you feeling okay Ruth? You look like you might be running a fever. I'm not feeling very well, I was wondering if it would be okay if I left a little early today? 

Sarah said that would be fine, things had slowed down and there were no demanding tasks that couldn't wait until Monday. Ruth thanked her and waked back to her desk, gathered her things and grabbing her keys she headed out to the lobby and into the parking garage. Ruth never left work early even when she really wasn't feeling well, a little pang of guilt sprang up but she quickly pushed it back down. She got into her car, started it up and headed for home. Her anticipation of the evening with him had her quivering in trepidation and excited beyond belief at the same time. 

Her drive home was a quick one; her foot being a little heavy on the gas and the lights along the way seemed to be in her favor. She parked her car in her assigned spot at the apartment complex, gathering her things she headed to her door. As she walked up to her door fishing for the right key, she almost didn't notice the packages sitting on the porch in front of it. Two exquisitely wrapped boxes awaited her there, the bottom one was a flat box about three inches thick and perhaps fifteen inches wide and twenty-four inches long. On top of this sat another identically wrapped box the size of a shoe box, a beautiful lace ribbon about two inches in width bound the boxes together terminating in an expertly tied bow on top.

She unlocked the door and gathered up the package. Stepping inside she closed the door behind her and turned the lock, dropping her purse and keys on the side table she made her way over to her couch and sat down with the packages. There was an envelope tucked under the bow of the packages, which she quickly slid out from under the ribbon. Opening the envelope revealed a beautiful off white card embossed with a border of vines and leaves in the corners. Written on the card in a perfect penmanship with an almost calligraphy quality were these words. 

"This is what you are to wear tonight for our dinner, 

I will pick you up at eight. Be ready" 

R

Her heart did a little flutter in her chest, and of course the same was echoed between her legs, a sensation that she now knew was beyond her control. The effect this man had on her wanted to make her scream and shout for joy at the same time. And again, there was no name, just the simple initial R on the note. 

She set the card to the side and carefully untied the bow holding the two boxes together. Taking the smaller box in her shaking hands she opened it to find a beautiful pair of black four inch heel shoes with delicate windings of black and silver bands that crisscrossed over the toes and terminated in a buckle that would ride high on the ankle. They also happened to be in her exact size, slipping one on gave the impression that they were made to fit her exclusively. There was also a small black purse that matched the shoes and would hang gracefully from her shoulder.

Setting the shoes aside for a moment she opened the larger of the two boxes. Folding back the thick black tissue paper to expose a deep purple velvet bag with a gold-corded drawstring lying over a black evening dress. She put the velvet bag to the side for a moment and gently took the dress nestled in the wrapping. It was beautiful, her heart fluttered at the site of it. It had tiny little straps that flowed down to a low cut top outlined with beautiful cut crystals that glistened like diamonds. She could see that the hem was quite short and that when it was on it was only going to cover a few inches of her thighs below her panties, she blushed at the thought. The material felt like silk against her skin, an expensive fine silk and must have cost as much as she made in a week. 

She felt giddy at the thought of wearing the dress on her date with him; her mind was racing and her heart followed. Laying the dress carefully aside she smoothed it out on the couch cushion beside her, careful not to wrinkle it. Next she reached for the velvet bag and opened the gold cord that held it closed. First she pulled out what must have been the most exquisite pair of sheer black stockings that she had ever held in her hands. The stockings were thigh highs with the elastic garters at the top that didn't require any sort of strap or belt to be worn with them. 

Laying the stockings carefully over the back of the couch she continued her exploration of the velvet bag. The next item that that she pulled carefully from its velvet cocoon was a black sheer strapless bra of sorts. She had never seen a bra like it before, it was obviously designed to lift and cup her breasts yet there were no cups, there was just enough fabric to lift and hold her breasts up and nothing to cover them, her nipples would be totally exposed. The thought of her nipples poking through the tight silk of the evening dress caused her to blush and feel an excitement deep inside. She was going to be more exposed in this outfit then she had ever dared in public before. 

Reaching into the soft bag with her hand she slid out a sheer black pair of high cut panties. Looking them over them she noticed the quality of the material and the interwoven lace, the way the back of them will do little to cover her ass and how high the will ride against her in the front. There's something odd about them as well, a thickness to the cloth that will stretch from her back side up between her legs and in front of her. Almost as if there is something built into them. 

Further investigation of the inside revealed a soft ridge running that length that would nestle itself between her lips when worn. Silicone perhaps? The discovery sent goose bumps up her arm, He wants me to feel them, and he knows that every time I move that little soft ridge will move against me, stimulating me. The thought terrifies her, but an even stronger emotion, one of excitement over rides that terror. I will be dripping by the time the evening is over she thought to her self.

Ruth lays everything carefully out at the ready and heads off to shower and prepare herself, she feels exhilarated and she hopes eight o-clock gets here quickly, before she looses her nerve. After her shower she carefully blow dries her shoulder length deep auburn hair, a few styles crosses her mind and she finally decides to wear it up on top of her head, a couple of curled ribbons left hanging down beside her cheeks. The time was moving faster than she expected, her anticipation making it seem to fly by at a stellar pace. 

She applied her makeup carefully, settling on something light and fresh, just a hint of blush in her cheeks, as she was sure there would be plenty of natural blushing to keep her color high. For her eyes she decided on a smoldering yet understated combination of earth tones and a shiny bronze that made her green eyes with hints of the same bronze color flaked throughout stand out and demand attention, just a hint of eyeliner, and a soft pink glossy lipstick. Now if I can even manage to look at him without gushing all over myself she thought. 

She carefully dressed in the outfit that he had prepared for her, sliding into the bra and panties, easing the stockings carefully up her legs one by one satisfied at the way everything fit her as if tailored special just for her. How could he know how to pick things so perfectly to fit her? She slid the dress down over her shoulders pulling it down over her hips and let it fall into place, her nipples tightening instantly as the silky fabric slid over them. She assessed herself in front of her full-length mirror, everything was perfect, and the dress molded itself to her almost as if it had been painted on to her skin, her nipples pert and prominently showing through the fabric. She looked and felt sexier then she had ever felt in her life.

Going through the jewelry she owned, piece by piece, she tried every necklace, every pair of earrings that she had to no avail. Nothing she owned worked with the outfit that was now molded to her body, they all looked cheap by comparison, out of place. She sighed and put it all away into her jewelry box. I guess the dress is going to have to stand on it's own she thought to herself. And with each movement the butterflies did their dance, that special strip in her panties was exquisitely arousing.

She donned the shoes he had included with the outfit, their four-inch heels taking her to a standing five foot six, the heels caused her legs to tighten with the added height and her calves stand out in a sensuous curve. She was very pleased with the complete look, the way her legs looked in the stockings, the way her nipples presented themselves for inspection, even the way the small strip in her panties stimulated her with the slightest movement she made. Glancing at the clock she noticed it was very close to eight, a nervous yet excited feeling came over her suddenly and the butterflies lighted on her clit and did a little dance.

Her doorbell sounded precisely at eight, the sound made Ruth jump and her tummy quiver. How did he even know which apartment was hers, had he been spying on her? She walked to the door, peeked through the peephole and saw him standing there with just a few inches of wood between them. She unlocked the door; turning the handle slowly she pulled it open to great him. 

As soon as she opened the door a tingle started to make itself known just below her belly. He looked dashing. He wore a perfectly tailored pair of deep gray pants bordering on black, a shiny black leather belt with a crocodile pattern embossed into it, a crisp white linen shirt, comfortably unbuttoned at the top exposing a little of the tanned skin of his chest, and an expertly fitted jacket that matched his pants, His penetrating eyes were upon her and she suddenly felt weak, helpless, yet exhilarated to have him here. 

She tried to speak, How, how did you know, she got out, her voice just able to rise above a whisper. How did I know where to find you? She nodded almost imperceptibly, that's easy, I own the apartments he replied. Her mind started to add up the numbers, how he knew which apartment was hers, the note from maintenance she found on her table when she got home from work a few days ago, how he knew enough to purchase the outfit she now wore that hugged every curve and line of her body as if it was tailored to fit her.

Another fact that sprang into her mind was his name, Richard Riley, emblazoned across the bottom of the large sign bearing the name of her apartment complex, Richard Riley Investments. Turn for me. His voice snapped her out of the thoughts racing through her mind, she looked up at him, he was looking over her, assessing her, and she slowly turned so he could survey her outfit. As she slowly finished her turn she looked up into his eyes just in time to catch a small frown play at the corner of his eyes, her heart caught in her throat, is, is something wrong she managed to get out in that breathy voice just above a whisper.

Wrong? Oh, nothing wrong no, there just seems to be something missing. His hand came across his chest reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a beautiful rosewood box, the words Tiffany Inc. emblazoned in gold lettering across the front in perfect script. Her heart raced. He opened the box in front of her eyes to reveal a beautifully matched set of diamond and onyx earrings and equally stunning diamond and onyx necklace lying on a velvet bed within the box. In the corner below them was something she had no clue about, it almost looked like the remote control that went on her keys to her car.

Hold this he said, handing her the box, she did as she was asked, no not asked, not with him, everything from this man was a command, one that she couldn't help but follow. He removed the earrings one at a time, carefully threading the wires into her pierced ears, a thumb stroking her check as each fell into place. His touch sent shivers up her spine and a tingle between her legs. Next he took the necklace from its bed of velvet, reaching around her neck and clasped it into place, his fingers arranging it to lie perfectly between her breasts, a thumb glided effortlessly across the heaving cleavage of her left breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as the sensation sent tingles through her nipple. Again he looked her over and a sly grin crept into the corner of his lips. There, that's much better he said. What's this she whispered, indicating the small device still in the box that she held in her hands? Oh, that is for me my dear he said, taking the little remote out of the box and sliding it into his left jacket pocket. 




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He took the box from her hand and closed it, sliding it back into the inner pocket that had produced it; I will hold onto this for you until later he said. Taking her keys from her hand he locked her door behind her then slid them into the tiny black purse that hung from her shoulder. He presented his arm for her to take, she shook herself out of the semi daze she was in at the gift he had just given her and treaded her arm into his. Shall we go? he said in his deep commanding voice that told her this was not a question and she started to walk as he led her away from her door into the evening.

They walked arm in arm down the walkway and around the corner of the apartments toward the parking lot. As the parking lot came into view Ruth saw a long black limousine parked along the curb, there was a woman in a perfectly pressed uniform standing beside the back door waiting for them. As they got closer the woman opened the door and stood at rapt attention beside it

As they got to the car Richard said oh, hold on I need to check something. With that he fished the little remote out of his left pocket and inspected it for a moment. His thumb moved over one of the buttons that littered the surface of the device and descended on it. Immediately Ruth tensed and had to steady her self with the arm that was linked in his as the panties she was wearing sprang into life. Tiny vibrations flowed along the strip of silicone that was nestled between her lips. A gasp of shock and delight escaped her throat and she dampened quickly between her legs. Her cheeks blushed a deep pink as she noticed the driver look at her, biting her bottom lip to contain the grin that threatened to spread across her mouth.

Another press of the button and the sensation passed leaving her with her heart beating fast and her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Good Richard said approvingly, I see you wore the panties that I got for you. With that he guided her into a seating position in the car and helped her to slide across the fine leather seat so he could join her. He heard him say something to the driver that she couldn't quite make out then joined her, the door closed behind him and a moment later the car was off.

Her blush slowly toned down and she regained some semblance of control. She wondered what she had gotten herself into as her inner voice giggled at her and told her to just go with the flow. This was going to be a most interesting evening.



Shattered Innocence: Call me Cari



Call me Cari, everyone else does. This is my story of deception, questionable abduction, and passion. 

My parents named me Caroline after some great aunt Caroline Everett whom I never had the pleasure to meet. She was from the west, and lived on a ranch which took so much time and effort to rebuild after the depression, when it almost fell into ruins. Since then, someone in my family always cared for the ranch house and loved it so much they could easily spend all their savings merely maintaining it. It looked, except for the mountains and sage, like it could belong in Louisiana or another southern state. After Aunt Caroline died, which was long before I was born, my parents moved into the house. I was actually born in the house, during a fierce winter storm and nearly a hundred miles away from the nearest hospital. God bless my mother.

I grew up in the mansion on the hill, the ranch house. My bedroom was a throwback to the past where ladies were ladies and men were real men. Chivalry felt as though it were still alive there. There were many outbuildings, some of which I knew what they were used for, others of which were locked or the doors were stuck, so I never looked inside to see what secrets they held (only after I broke my arm once trying). I decided when I was in high school that the name Caroline was too formal and old fashioned, so I changed my name to Cari. I liked living in the past with my imagination, but I realized that I needed to start my own identity, separate from the family, the house, and definitely the long-dead aunt. 

As a child, I imagined the old dresses in the attic were mine. The intricate hand-made gowns were beautiful and, I assume, expensive. They were all packed with care, as if they were going to be used again the next season. There were diaries which were packed away, labeled by year, written mainly by people named Amanda and Steven. I was told once they were some of my ancestors. They were of no use to a child, though, so they were left alone and forgotten. I grew up and went off to college. After four and a half years I was a graduate thinking I could make a difference in the world. My degree was in history, specializing in historic architecture. I had a start in a career in a prestigious firm, only to find out I wasn't hired due to my academic record. 

Maybe I should take this time to tell you about myself. I am about 5'8" and somewhat curvy in all the right places. My eyes are blue, and my skin is fairly pale. Though one would think it would clash with my pale features, I have beautiful chestnut brown hair, which is a slight shade of auburn in the winter: it is my pride and joy, next to my eyes. My eyes are my absolute best feature. They are the only pair of tri-color eyes that I have seen since my mother passed away. The outer iris is a dark blue, followed by a thicker band of gray-blue. The third ring is around the pupil, but it is a light gold color, straight from my mother. From years of walking and climbing to discover my own home and property, as well as the religious rides on my horses, I am well muscled, but only enough to make my posture impeccable and body fantastic. I also don't need to work out religiously like some other women my age. 

But I wasn't even hired for my body. I was hired for my house (the senior associates' decisions). Yes, it is actually my house now; Mom and Dad were in an accident while I was in college. They left me everything: the house and all the grounds, the cars, the money, the desire to keep the house up. I even have some family property in Ireland, though I have hired a care-taker, I haven't been there since. I love Ireland almost as much as I love my ranch home. I decided even though I had enough money to continue with the house as I wanted, I knew that I needed experience. So I took my degree and my resume and set out to find a job. Within two days I was given the directions to start on the next Monday in the city nearest my home in Colorado. It was a forty five minute commute each way, but I was willing if it meant I could stay at my home. 

It wasn't long before I met Him, Stephen Dalton. It never took long, no matter where I was, for guys to start hitting on me. He was my immediate supervisor, and I had no proof of harassment, because it hadn't been harassing. He had just mentioned he would like to take me to dinner, business, he said. He was different than the other men and boys who had hit on me before. He had this subtle demanding way about him that was almost pleasing. 

I didn't really believe that his interest was genuine, other than a few drinks and lusty petting, call me a skeptic. But after about three months of invitation, I finally accepted. I ended up having him over to my house, also to ask his opinion about taking out an addition which had be poorly added in the early 1900's (I believe they had meant it to be a sleeping porch in the summer, but it was now an oddity on the house. To save myself embarrassment and the feeling of being self conscious, I asked one of my house helpers, a younger high school girl, to stay with me and help serve during the dinner. Something told me I didn't want to be completely alone with him. I offered her a little extra bonus for her help. 

He came over that evening and it went off without a hitch. He never gave any advances I didn't want. We talked companionably, walked around the grounds before the sun set, and I asked him his advice about that ungodly addition. We had glasses of wine in our hands, walking around the property and talking like old friends. Now, don't get me wrong. I like sex, though I am not very experienced with men (I had had a couple college sweethearts, but that was the extent). I would have even wanted sex, if I had known him better and did not work with him. I never wanted to cross that line. He placed his hand on my shoulder when we were outside, which was all he touched me. It felt good, almost right, and it made my breath catch like I had just been shocked. I was beginning a small infatuation, and had yet to admit it to myself. When he left that evening, I let the girl, Mandy, go home. I had already taken a bath that evening, but I decided I wanted to try and wash some of my sexual tension away. 

I guess I forgot to describe the man who set my primal urges off. He is a tall man, older than I. I would place him in his mid-thirties, and I am only 25. The age difference bothers me a little. His voice is like a rich cream, deep and sexy, one that I could listen to every day. His face was pleasant, though he had a couple of subtle scars near his left eye. They didn't detract from his handsomeness at all. His hair was a dark brown, though it was prematurely graying in places, only adding to his sex appeal. 

******

I drew a bubble bath and begin to relax. At first I just leaned back, allowing the bottom of my hair get wet. Slowly I began rubbing the places which were ached the most. My breasts, my thighs, my tunnel of heat... An hour later I had pleased myself greatly, with two nice releases. I had learned in college to spend a little extra money on special toys. They really helped get through the nights of sleeplessness before my exams. One I had found, and replaced with other styles, was a waterproof vibrator. I was weak from the hot water and the climaxes as I climbed out of the claw-footed tub. I went to my room, I had forgotten my bath robe, but didn't need to wrap with anything, since I was the only one home. 

I walked over to my bed, and found the note and one of my more decadent nighties which had been placed on the pillow. 

Dearest Caroline, 

I just wanted to let you know I definitely enjoyed your time this evening. Especially the performance only I was privy to. I wish to extend an invitation to my house tomorrow for dinner. Tomorrow is your day off, so take some extra time with your hair and makeup. I wonder if you have ever had your hair cut, as long and willful as it is. A package will arrive tomorrow at noon, please accept it as a gift. I would like to discuss a little, shall we say, business arrangement. I will send my car at six.

As for this nightgown: I would like to imagine you sleeping in it tonight. I would also like to imagine you rubbing yourself for me this evening when you begin to get drowsy. Rub yourself and cum as much as you want to. Bring the nightie with you tomorrow evening, along with a few of your more favorite toys. I must say, you have quite a collection.

There is a candle placed next to your bed. Light it before you go to sleep if you are thinking about me, which I trust you will.

The note wasn't signed, but I knew who wrote it. I was a little embarrassed and upset that he had so easily been able to walk back into my home without me hearing someone inside. I then realized that I rarely lock the back door and he could have come up the back stairs without my knowing. I made a strong pact to begin locking that door.

******

I had trouble sleeping that night. I lit the candle as his note directed, because I couldn't get him off of my mind. How would he know if I had lit it anyways? I couldn't decide if it was because of unease or excitement... I tried not to think about it. It felt like I was being watched all the time. I wore the nightie as directed, and even put a couple of my favorite toys in the bag for tomorrow night. I didn't want to forget anything he had directed.

******

The next day, I dismissed all of my part-time help that work on the house while I am at work. I was tired of feeling like I was being watched. I took my favorite horse, Marigold, out that day. I like to ride the perimeter of the land that was retained over the years. Some of it was sold for money long before I inherited the land, but it was still sizeable. Since I had gotten my new position, I had not had time to ride as much, so now was the perfect time. 

The Johnson's house was put up for auction a couple weeks ago. The older woman died, having out survived all other living relatives. Her estate was to go to charities, some of which were homeless and orphanage agencies. The property was smaller, but very similar to mine. Stories have it that it was built for the man of business of one of my ancestors who built my home. Together, the two properties would have looked like a small town. 

Sometimes I could see lights on in the house, mainly when I looked from my bedroom windows. The master bedroom faced the Johnson house squarely. I should probably stop calling it the Johnson house, but I am not sure who owns it now. It was far enough away from my home, but near enough that as a kid I would ride a horse over to have cookies with Old Mrs. Johnson. The grocery clerk said that whoever bought it, bought it at a hell of a steal, since it needed so much work. 

I decided not to intrude on my neighbor's just yet, though I could tell they had already begun doing some remodeling work. Well, I had sufficiently avoided half of the day, and it was now time to go home to see about the chore of getting ready. It was nearly 2:00 already.

******

Just after I washed down the horse and tucked her away for the evening, I heard a knock on my front door. It wasn't any of my friends or employees, because they know to use the back. When I went to see who it was, there was no one there. Just a large package left on the porch...

I took the package inside and began to see who it was from (I really didn't need to know). There were no markings on the box, but there was a large red bow. It was from him. I cut the tape which held the flaps down with a letter opener in the library. I first found the note, but laid it aside to see what else my present held. Wrapped in tissue paper was a beautiful white, handmade dress which looked to be very old but well preserved. The dress was white, but very low cut. If I was expected to wear this, I was going to have to find a corset or at least a tummy-tucker... It was made for a corseted waist, and though I have a great figure, it's not that great. Under the dress also wrapped in tissue, I found the necessary corset. I also found stockings and a garter, but no contemporary underwear. I found some rouge in a little pot along with some ivory colored powder which I have heard old fashioned whores would wear. I had finally hit the bottom of the box with a pair of old fashioned satin slippers.

Now, I went to the letter. 

Dearest Caroline, 

I am sure curiosity of the box contents prevailed over that of the letter. So, I am also sure you already know the contents of this package. I hope you had a good ride this afternoon; Marigold is a beautiful piece of flesh as is her rider. 

Everything that is placed in this box is necessary for our dinner, and nothing else is to be included. The rouge is for your nipples, and the powder is for the rest of your body. Makeup is not included, but use an appropriate amount for a classy dinner. Please do not wear your hair up. I want to see how long and curly it is when you leave it alone.

My car will arrive shortly. Do not converse with the driver. Have a glass of wine in the back. It will be ready for you. You are to wear the blindfold the driver gives to you at the door, and do not take it off. 

Again, the note wasn't signed. I almost wondered if I should leave a message for my helpers about where I was going, just in case, right?

I decided against leaving the message, because nothing would happen. Yes, this was bizarre, to say the least, but not scary in the slightest. Only insinuative to sex, which I believe I would agree to at this point. I dressed as I was told. When I began to put the powder and the rouge on, I began to feel a peculiar sense of naughtiness. The dress was extremely low cut, but not any more revealing than some of the things that teenagers feel are in fashion today. With the corset, it fit perfectly. I felt even worse not having anything covering my crotch; I could tell I was wet already. Who knew playing dress-up was this much fun.

I had just placed the last slipper on my foot when there was a knock at the door. I grabbed my goody bag, as I had begun to think of it, and opened the door. The driver never said a word, but took the bag and escorted me to a black sedan. Before he opened the doors with the dark tinted windows, he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I was led into the door and handed a glass of wine. I was careful not to spill the wine as I sipped it, I didn't want to ruin the antique dress. It felt as if there was someone in the car with me, but I couldn't be sure. I continued to sip the wine, beginning to feel lightheaded... Maybe I should have eaten lunch then the wine wouldn't be going straight to my head. I laid my head back on the headrest, and the next thing I knew the car slowed to a stop. I had no idea how long I had been asleep... I couldn't remember where Stephen said his home was, he may not have said. 

I attempted to put my feet on the ground when the driver came to open the door. He seemed to expect that I wouldn't be able to walk and carried me gently across a path and up a wooden porch. I couldn't get my bearings, he walked with me up and down some stairs, and finally I was laid down on a feathery mattress. I lost consciousness, wondering where Stephen was and if he would be mad with me falling asleep on the long ride. 

I awoke just an hour later, with Stephen sitting on the bed next to me. My mind was a little fuzzy, so it took me a minute to comprehend what he was saying to me. Finally, I understood that he was telling me that I was beautiful and how happy he was that I had followed his directions. He asked me if I was hungry, and I was. 

We had a delicious meal in his beautiful antique dining room. He asked casually if I had packed my toys, and was awarded with a blush and a nod. He asked me if I had used any of them today and I shook my head no, unable to meet his stare. 

"Caroline..."

"Please, call me Cari." I said it out of habit, just as I would have said to anyone else. 

"Then I will call you Cari. Are you here because I ordered you here? Or are you here because you want to hear what I have to say?" He asked it quietly, in his rich silky voice that earned a slightly damp spot on his dining room chair. I blushed. "Or, you could be here because you really want sex... hmmm. Look at me Cari." I did. "Which is it?"

"I want to hear what you have to say..."

"...And?"

"And... because (blush)... I want... sex...with you."

"Good."

The rest of the conversation went on as if none of the embarrassing stuff had been said. After dinner, which was a wonderful meal served by the driver; I guess he had more responsibilities than solely as a driver. After the meal, we went to the library. We sat on a large sofa, facing each other. The corset was rather tight, so I had had a difficult time eating, and it did seem that I was having a difficult time breathing in this situation. I had to admit to myself that it may have been in anticipation, as well. 

"Cari, I would like you to take a sabbatical from work."

The statement shocked me. I didn't see this coming. 

"It's not that you aren't doing a great job, you are a wonderful asset to the firm. The senior partners and I would like for you to begin research away from the firm on a particular estate of interest. Your own home." So there it was. Just a little over 3 months into the work, and they want my home researched. 

Trying to keep calm and to keep my confusion under wraps, I asked "Why my home? Why now?"

"Cari, there are particulars that I can't share with you until you agree to do as asked. I will also be taking a sabbatical to help you in this endeavor. Your pay will be the same, and you will work whenever you want to."

"I guess I just don't understand why now"

"We can discuss this later, after you agree and the paperwork is done. For now, I have other business in mind. Come here next to me."

I did as directed, I didn't see a reason not to. With the other business not forgotten, but not dwelling on it, I still wanted to be next to him. I really wanted him to be pleased that I had done everything I had been asked to do. When I moved to him, we began kissing, passionately. His hands were at my waist, and his thumbs teased my nipples through the dress and corset. Stephen began unlacing the dress, and he had me step out of it when it was loose enough. I didn't ask him, but he looked pleased with my body. After we continued kissing, he handed me another glass of wine. 

"Think about the firm's proposal. I think we would find it very mutually beneficial."

"I'll think about it."

We caressed and kissed more as I drank my wine. I asked him why he wasn't having any; he replied that he wanted a clear head for what he wanted to do. I wanted one to, so I put the glass on the table. It was handed back to me, full again, with an order to drink it all. He was beginning to seem impatient, but I was too woozy to pay much attention to it. 

He pulled out my goody bag. I was interested in his look as he searched through it to see what I had brought. I brought one of my waterproof vibrators, one of my medium sized butt plugs, a feather, some gels to make the plug slide easier, and one of my long double headed dildos. I had only used it for a double entry once, it was then I realized that I had bought it a little large for myself. I still would use it for my pussy sometimes. Looking up from the bag, he looked me in the eyes and asked if he could add some toys and others to my favorites. I said why not?

Taking the empty glass from my hand, he placed it on the table and then took my hand in his. He led me back to the comfortable room in which I had been woken earlier. I was feeling very woozy about half the way there, so he effortlessly carried me to the windowless room. I was puzzled. The house should be designed with windows in every bedroom, but I didn't think much about it.




Shattered Innocence: Call me Cari



He helped me lay on the king sized bed. I was relaxed. Much more relaxed than the last time I had had sex. 

"Cari...."

"Hmmmm?"

"When was the last time you had sex with a man?"

"Does a college boyfriend count?"

"Not to me."

"Then, I guess never" I said blushing. 

"There's no reason to be embarrassed, Cari. I am privileged to be your first and only man."

He said the last so quietly that I didn't think that I heard him correctly.

"Are you ready for my favorite toys?" I nodded. "I want you to know, that if at any time you need me to stop, just say watermelon very loudly. If for some reason your mouth is occupied, just hit the mattress three times. I will stop, I promise." I was beginning to feel a little panic. I had never been in a situation where I would need a safeword before, but I nodded for him to continue anyways. 

We continued kissing and stroking each other and he loosened my corset. I was going to start shrugging out of it, but he said not to, he liked the way it looked on me. With my stockings in place, and my slippers off, he laid over the top of me. He was hissing me with a passion that I had never felt before, and was afraid I would never feel again. I could feel his cock at the naked entrance of my pussy. Though it was still encased in his pants, I was sure he could feel the heat and dampness from there. 

Still kissing me, he reached above my head and clasped a cuff to my left wrist. I jerked and looked at the cuff. It was old, but it was padded. It didn't hurt at all, it just startled me. Before I said anything, my right wrist was cuffed in the same kind of cuff.

Stephen began kissing me again. I became even wetter. He pulled out another one of his toys. I didn't get to see what it was at first. He began playing with both of my nipples, sucking and pulling on them. I was so close to orgasm just with him playing with my nipples.... 

I closed my eyes and was ready to begin a release that I had wanted for hours. Suddenly I felt him pull away from my nipples, and then I felt a sharp pain go through them. I opened my eyes, only to see alligator clips covered with plastic, connected by a jeweled chain between my breasts. 

"Do you like your new jewelry, Cari?" he asked just as he gave the chain a tug, I began to have an orgasm right then. He continued to play with the chain, which seemed to be attached directly to my clit. I think he read my thoughts, because the next thing he did, still during my orgasm, was flick and pinch my clit. This sent me over the edge and left me sweating and panting, and begging for more. 

I wondered if we were done, because he got off the bed. But then he began to disrobe, and I was mesmerized. His entire body was tanned, and there were no tan lines. He must live far enough out that he doesn't have to worry about neighbors. His chest, shoulders and arms were so well constructed that I thought he couldn't be real. My eyes traveled lower to a slender waist and... well a cock so big that I said "It won't fit." Then I blushed for saying it. 

"It will fit, Cari. And you're going to love my fucking cock." Getting back on the bed, he said "I have one more toy I have been dying to try on you, but I want your permission to try it." 

"What is it?" I asked willing to try anything for him. He pulled out a rubber ball gag. I hesitated. "Why do you want to try that?" 

"I just do... I also want to put your blindfold back on. I want you focused on how good you feel, not what to say or where to look." I nodded that I would try it. "Remember to knock on the bed if you want to stop, your cuffs are loose enough for that. You won't have any trouble..."

He began strapping the gag around my head. I had never had this before, so I was a little surprised at how big it was, how far I needed to open my mouth to accommodate for the ball. I definitely wasn't going to be able to spit it out to say anything because it wrapped around my entire head. The blindfold was next. 

All I could rely on now was my ears, and the occasional cool breeze that washed over my hot skin. 

I heard him get into my bag, wondering what he was getting out. I heard a lid of a tube of lubricant snap back closed. He didn't say anything, he just kneeled between my legs. I wish I could have told him he didn't need any lubricant to fuck my pussy, I was more than ready, but I was speechless... 

His hand gently lifted each of my hips, displaying myself to him. 

"Cari, you're so beautiful..."

I felt his fingers at my ass, pushing into my tight hole. I've never had a dick there, but I am used to my plugs, I didn't think a dick would be much different. I felt a smooth tip of the plug enter and retreat from my ass. He's definitely done this before. It entered and retreated many times, each time getting just a little deeper. I was getting restless. If it were me I would have already had it in by now. I began to squirm, to try to help him push it deeper. I was rewarded with a smack across my ass. I stopped. 

He started to put the plug in more, this time he began to play with my clit with his other hand. I always hated the last large part of the plug, the swollen end that always hurt as it went in. I knew that was coming very soon. I was distracted though, my clit was being expertly sucked and nibbled on, and soon I was coming again. The plug was shoved the rest of the way in as I was coming. I never felt the pain. 

"Now that's over" He had pulled out the feather and was lightly rubbing it along my powdered chest and rouged nipples. I couldn't sit still. Even with the cuffs on my wrists, I couldn't stay in the same spot. My back arched and he moved beneath me. I felt his swollen cock at the entrance to my pussy. I remembered how big it was and started to panic. He placed his hand on my stomach and his fingers on my cheek. He stroked my cheek, outlining the ball gag. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked and I hesitated. "If you want me to stop, I need you to hit the bed, I need you to tell me, otherwise you're going to feel my dick.... Well you haven't hit the bed, but I will give you just a little more lubricant... would that make you feel better?" I shook my head yes. 

"You really don't need any more, you're wet enough... but I can understand you're scared... it's not like I'm shoving it in your ass yet... Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, you're taking a trip around the world tonight, and we're only starting with your pussy.... But! While I have your attention, I think it's time to spread that beautiful anus just a little further. This plug's way too small... I have just the right size though." Silence as I felt him shift and open the drawer next to my head. "Actually, it's the perfect size for my cock, because it is my cock, in toy form that is. I had it made especially for you when you applied to the firm." He rubbed it against my breast and pulled my chain with it. "It would be a shame not to get to use it on you."

He began to take the other plug out "push a little. There you go" and it came out with a pop. I heard the tube of lubricant again, this time he pushed his fingers inside to get the walls of my anus as well. "Just to reassure you, I put extra on this cock of mine" Slowly, he worked it in... Slowly and agonizingly, my anus took the cock. I was so full. 

My pussy had dried a little by the time he had the replica cock in my ass. After a "tsk, tsk..." I felt hot breath on my pussy lips. Slowly, I felt a tongue stroke my slit, gently probe for my clit. Once it was found, he began sucking and licking my clit with such vigor, I began cumming in no time. As I was cumming, he pushed his cock in slowly, no longer patient enough to wait until my vaginal walls relaxed. Finally, all of his cock was in, buried to the hilt. 

I had never felt so full in my life. I thought I had made a mistake when I had bought the double headed dildo, but now I know that I can stretch much further than I thought. Slowly he started moving. It no longer hurt, but it certainly was full. As he pulled and pushed, he fingered my clit and played with my nipples. I was on the verge of cumming again when he slapped the side of my thigh.

"I let the other times go, but you will wait until I tell you to cum! You must learn to cum on command, otherwise, you will get punished"

I began to blush, trying to hold back the cum that continued to build. Finally, I heard "CUM!" and I released myself, only to realize he was cumming too, and inside of me! We hadn't talked about a condom, I'm not on the pill right now, I didn't think I needed it! I also remembered I had my ovulation cramps just last night. I was as fertile as I could be for this month. SHIT!

I began to hit my hand on the bed. "It's too late sweetheart, you're already filled to the brim with my cum. I need to think of a way of keeping it in, too." As he thought, his cock became hard again, he began pushing and pulling again and again, I began to cum again, I couldn't help it. This was the best cock and the best sex that I've ever had. For every bit of pleasure, there's going to be at least one consequence. Right? Would pregnancy really be a consequence? I've always wanted children. I've enough money to go around. I've a great place to live...

He interrupted my thoughts "Are you thinking about what you're going to do once you're pregnant with my baby? Hmm? Do you think you're going to raise it on your own? I don't think that's a wise plan."

He came again in my pussy. This time, some began to drip out. He took the replica cock out of my ass. He cleaned it off and shoved it in my pussy. "That should hold my seed inside of you."

He grabbed my hips and began to flip me over, then he stopped. "Where are my manors? No woman wants to suck on a cock once it's been in her ass... I felt him take the strap off the ball gag. Then I felt him remove the blindfold. I opened my eyes, only to see him stare at me. He was smiling. It was truly a beautiful smile. 

In his hand, he held a ring. "Cari, I want you in my bed for the rest of my life. I want you to have as many children as we can have. I want to love you and fuck you for the rest of my life... I know we haven't known each other long, but this is right. This is your ring when you want it. Until you take it, and promise to love me and have my children, you won't be able to leave my home. I'm not going to keep you captive, I just want you to say yes..."

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. The man that I have been secretly infatuated with the entire time I worked at the firm was asking me to marry him and have his children. Maybe it was stupidity, but I asked "Can I answer you tomorrow?" Anger flashed in his eyes, but was replaced by a cool smile. "Sure. But until then, you will be used every way I can think of. There's no other way. Now, it's your turn to suck something hard."

I gave him head as best I could. It just couldn't fit all the way. Before he came, he had me lie back, and removed the replica phallus. He came in my pussy for the third time that evening, and then plugged it back up with his toy cock. 

Now for the last stop on our trip around the world. He once again grabbed my hips and this time didn't stop until my ass was facing him. His removing of the plug had two uses; one, it was keeping me from losing any of his sperm and two, my anus retracted a bit. 

"My god, this is the tightest hole I've ever been in! I'm glad we stretched it first."

He fucked my ass, and I came twice. I had never felt so good, so fucked. He came in my ass and kissed the back of my neck. 

"I am going to run you a bubble bath in the tub. I will be right back. Don't move.

He came back shortly, and carried me into the bath. He sat me gingerly into the tub and locked my hands to the rim of the tub.

"Can't I wash myself?" I asked

"Sorry, I can't have you wasting all that sperm I've been saving for you."

He slowly washed me, and as he did, he removed my nipple clamps. The pain as the blood rushed back in was horrible. When I was clean, save for my pussy, he helped me out of the bath and had a large plush towel and robe waiting for me. He took me back to the bed and lay down with me. 

"Cari, please consider seriously what I asked you. I really don't want to keep you under lock and key. I do want you to have my children, and I want to be able to fuck you like that the rest of my life."

I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night. Man I really had to pee. Next thing I know is that I have Stephen back between my legs. He removed the cock but replaced it with the real one. This time, nothing kept me from responding as I wanted to. By the time we both came, he was sporting some very nice claw marks on his back, and finger grips on his shoulders. He replaced the phallus again, and we went back to sleep. 

I didn't wake until mid afternoon. Stephen was waiting for me to wake. He asked not about the proposal but about what the partners had wanted me to do: take a sabbatical. I agreed. He looked relieved. "Cari, the partners want you to investigate the original owner of your house and this house: Steven Dalton. He brought an orphan by the name of Amanda Rain to this ranch in 1893. They are some of your ancestors, you may have heard of them. Anything you can find out about them is what we need to know."

"And on the other matter, Stephen?"

"You can have as much time as you need to decide, Cari. You know how I feel about it. Marigold's out front to take you back home. It's just across the field. I am sure you will find your way."

I went home, with the phallus still in my pussy. That was the best ride I have ever had on Marigold. I left it in as I thought about the other night. I called Stephen to come over that evening. 

"I know you said to take as long as I needed. But I am here to give you your answer." I pulled the skirt off that I had been wearing and took him to my bed. I still had his phallus in. "I think I need another round in my pussy, please."

******

We were married two months later, while I was on sabbatical. Just over 6 ½ months later, the twins were born. I have taken a permanent leave of absence, but I am finding so much out about my ancestors. It is no accident that I now share the same last name as my great grandmother, either. Stephen and I are not genetically cousins, but a very long distance marriage, and one adoption later, we are married and very much kissing cousins. 

I have read journals about my ancestors, and I think I am going to write more of what they went though together. All of those old journals, of no use to a child, holds more erotic acts and fantasies than I had ever known.



Shattered Innocence Ch. 02



August 23, 1893

It has been twelve days since I last saw him. I keep looking back on that night and am still confused and shocked by what happened. I am still basically a prisoner in my room, though I am familiar with every inch of the room and every scene out my window. I found what looks to be a hidden doorway, though there seems to be no way through it. There are even some of the bizarre things in the room like what he used that night, though I refuse to touch those. I still do not know what Mr. Dalton wants with me. I have stopped drinking anything but water. It seems every time I drank the wine, I would lose time, and never knew what happened. I look out the window a lot. I read too, though some of the literature in this room has very graphic depictions of acts I am sure a lady is to have nothing to do with. I have not read any of those books, but I may have to begin reading the ones I have already read again. 

I sometimes wonder how the people and nuns are doing at the orphanage; they are the only family I have much memory of. Have any of the little girls been adopted, like so many. I was never interviewed as a child for adoption; I guess I was just so plain. Many of the girls always said that I had the good looks a man would want, just curvy enough, but not too heavy. My eyes are my favorite feature, tree shades of blue. The darkest color of blue is on the outside of the iris, and the lightest ringing the pupil. Here I am, just past my 18th birthday, and I am still not married. I am, however, not virgin anymore, and will most likely never be married. Maybe someone will want me; maybe I will end up in the streets like so many other rejected girls from the orphanage. 

I wonder sometimes, after remembering what happened my first night here, if I should have taken the orphanage’s advice and just become a nun. It would have been certainly less humiliating. Unfortunately, I am headstrong and never took the best advice ever given to me. Would I have even made a good nun? Sometimes the nuns told me that I was too defiant, and that I didn’t think the rules would apply to me. I guess that is how I got myself locked in a bedroom in Colorado, fucked like a horse, and debased nearly daily by the hired help.

I had my monthly course. It is always a relief when it is over. Today is the first day that I have not had the cramps and the blood is gone. Mary told me that it just means I am not pregnant. She also said if I were pregnant, Mr. Dalton would leave me alone, but I think he’s done that already. At the orphanage, they always told us not to mention them, it’s un-lady like, but they are so uncomfortable and painful. It seems the heat of my room has only increased my discomfort. 

Mary still brings my meals, while she has the tendency to ramble on and on about body parts and what can be done with them. Somehow I have the feeling that she’s experienced in the area of human bodies, but I seriously don’t think she’s a physician. Mr. Freedman comes in every day to ask me questions about my health and needs, all the while looking at me as if I will be his next meal. Mr. Freedman also selects the dress I am to wear for the day, whether or not I will be let out of my room. 

My supper tray was brought in moments ago, no water, and laden with salt. There is the wine I can drink, but I am having doubts about the drink. Will I starve if I don’t get water? Surely not. Mary said that I was to eat the entire contents of the tray, or I would receive punishment. I keep thinking back to my first night here… Was that punishment? Did I do something to deserve punishment in the little time I was here before dinner? 

My dress today is no better than the others I have been supplied. I am still not allowed to wear my hair up, and am forced to brush unmanageable brown mass multiple times a day. It is curly and unruly, and would look so much better trained in a bun. It is nearly to my behind now, and takes so much time to brush. Sometimes I have the feeling I am being watched, but that’s not possible. Tonight’s dress is a burgundy color with a black shawl and bodice. The bodice is still low and revealing of my cleavage. I imagine this dress is something a girl in a saloon would wear, but I can’t say for sure. I am still required to keep my sensitive areas bare. Mary’s job is to help me with that every other day. I fear I have to eat because I have put it off as long as I can, Mary will be back for my tray soon. 

Amanda Rain

“Amanda, Amanda?” a familiar, distant voice asked. “Amanda, it’s time to get up now.” She slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself in a room she’d never seen before. It looked to be a library, and it was many hours past the time she ate dinner. It was already dark outside. 

She looked around the library, and she couldn’t find who was speaking. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the candlelit dimness. “Amanda, you are in this room tonight to learn about your function here.” Mr. Dalton explained. “I have many reasons for you to be here, primarily for you to produce my heir. Don’t look so shocked. I am not old, but I am not young either. I will need time to teach the child to run my operations here, as well as in several other areas. You are here to fulfill my needs, and as such, you will be treated well, and will never be hurt. But, as we decided, it will take more than once to get you pregnant. When you are with child, I may marry you to make you a respectable lady, not that it matters out here. You do not remember me, but I have known you for a long time, and have waited for this for many years.”

Amanda felt overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to say or do. The thought of being forced to carry someone’s child just didn’t sit well with her. She couldn’t imagine her petite body filled with another being. She had also heard childbirth was painful, and the larger the woman, the better the labor went. She didn’t feel qualified to give birth. She had always imagined herself with children, but she always figured once she was established, she would adopt one or two orphans, to make them feel loved. 

“I was there when your parents died. I was unable to save them, but I was able to pull you from the house. I left when I saw the preacher’s carriage pulling up. You were only two years old, and were so small. You didn’t even know your last name. It was such a shame to see your mother die, but I had no regrets for your father.” He waited for a response for her. After a few moments of thick silence, she finally asked “why did you wish my father dead?” 

He laughed a deep laugh, one that shook her nerves. “Your father is the very reason I still need an heir. It is the very oldest and longest arguments of men, I fell in love with your mother, and she fell in love with your father. You have no idea how much you look like her. You hair, your eyes, your coloring…. You will always remind me of your mother, but you will always remind me of your father too.” A few moments later he continued. “Amanda, I kept track of you over the years. I made a trip to the orphanage twice a year to check on you. I saw what a beauty you would be. I kept in touch with the orphanage and was informed you were seeking employment. I managed to have Sister Agatha screen your mail so you would get no other offers but from me. As you can see, it worked. She did inform me though, that you were highly desirable in the local area.”

“Sir, why do you want me? Why couldn’t you find someone else?”

“Amanda, I admit you became my obsession. No one else will do. Sure, I have had the occasional whore, Mary was hired for her, ahh, expertise, but now that you are here, I will not need her services. I have, however, agreed to keep her on to help instruct, care for, and prepare you. Since she has delivered other whore’s children, she will assist in delivering yours and mine.”

Shocked and needing to pace, she made to get up. She found that once again, her helpless state was taken advantage of, and she was hopelessly attached to the chair. 

Mr. Dalton kneeled in front of her, looking into her eyes. “Are you happy here?”

“I… I, uh well,…. Sir, I am very bored. I need fresh air and human contact. I need to get out of that insufferable room.” Having a very hard time looking into his eyes. 

“I guarantee you won’t be as bored in the near future.” He said with a smile. She was again taken off guard by his looks and charm.”

“Sir, why must you always keep me prisoner?” As she was trying to free herself from the chair. 

“I don’t, if I know you won’t run. There will be times, however, that you are, um, required to be in chains, for my pleasures and my needs.” Still on his knees in front of her, he released her from her bonds. “Do you agree to carry my child?”

As soon as her last bond was untied, she pushed him back, ran for the door. She didn’t even get out of the library, before strong arms circled her waist. “You shouldn’t have done that Amanda. Jon!!” 

“Yes, sir?” He must have been listening to the entire conversation. 

“Take this whore upstairs. Make sure she’s properly attired and restrained.”

“As you wish” he said as he took Amanda by the arm. She flinched in pain as he hauled her to her bedroom. 

“You stupid bitch! I don’t know what the hell you did, but you really shouldn’t have done it.” Arriving at her doorway, he pushed her inside. She lost her footing, and fell in the center of the room. He bent over her, and she cowered from him. No matter how long she was here, she would always fear him.

He grabbed her by the bodice of her dress “Stand up, whore!” When she refused to stand, he began ripping the gown from her body. 

“That’s quite enough, Jon!” Mr. Dalton came through the door that was hidden in the paneled walls. “Put her on the bed and get the straps.” He did as was told, bringing the straps back to the bed to secure her wrists. She bucked and wiggled as much as she could trying to keep him from overpowering her. Mr. Dalton ended up straddling Amanda to keep her still. Finally, her wrists were tied above the bed and her legs were separated to a degree of almost pain.

In her attempt to delay the inevitable, she didn’t realize that Mr. Dalton was naked! His cock was hard and anticipating, and very threatening. She had almost forgotten how large it was, and remembered the pain of it spearing into her…..

She began weeping, she couldn’t help it. Her fear was getting the better of her. “Jon, get me a rag, or one of her stockings. I need to stop this noise.” It wasn’t long before she was sobbing silently. Tears blurring her vision, and fear gripping her mind. “So much better. You will learn to enjoy this, unless, you are as fertile as your mother and get pregnant within the first month. You are excused, Jon.”

“But, sir...”

“Goodbye, Jon. Go find Mary, whom I am sure is not far away, and satisfy your needs with her. This one is solely mine.” With his last word he buried his massive cock in her nearly virgin pussy. She was expecting pain, but found none. In fact, she found the fullness almost pleasurable, natural. She was even more confused by Mr. Dalton’s actions. He seemed angry with her, yet he was gentle. He used his hands to caress her body and play with her full breasts. Gingerly he took the right nipple into his mouth, flicked it with his tongue, making Amanda buck against him. His hand went between their bodies, and his finger found her sensitive nub… Amanda didn’t realize she had quit crying and began moaning. He took the gag out of her mouth, so he could hear her pleasure. 

Once again, she felt the water falling over the cliff, screaming as she fell along with it. She loved that feeling, the breathlessness that came along with it. Moments later, Mr. Dalton began slowing his thrusts, grunting. She felt his seed fill her, racing to her womb. 

Quietly, Mr. Dalton moved from the bed to her wash bowl. He cleaned himself and walked to the end of the room. “Goodnight, Amanda. I will see you in the morning.”

*********************

The next morning, Mary brought her breakfast, but stayed to feed her. When Amanda asked her to untie her so she could use the restroom, Mary brought her a bed pan to help her with her business. Amanda begged to be released, joints sore, and wishing for a bath. Mary took a warm washcloth and ran it over Amanda’s body, paying attention to her sensitive pussy. The whole time Amanda begged, and Mary was silent. 

“Thank you, Mary. You are excused, but stay within the hall incase I need anything. Good morning, my dear. Did you have a pleasant rest?”

“Please, sir, please let me up. I am sorry for what I did. I never should have pushed you.”

“Is there anything else you are sorry for?” Mr. Dalton asked as he was removing his belt.

“I..I, um, I’m sorry for…OOOww!!” his belt came down on her left thigh, just inches away from her pussy. 


“Is there anything else you are sorry for?” He asked again

“I don’t kno… AHHHH!” his belt came down on her right thigh this time. 

“Think, Amanda! You will not ever try to leave me again! Will you? WILL YOU?”

“no”

“What did you say? Speak up.”

“No. I will not try to leave you.”

“Will you carry my child?”

“I pray to God that I don’t!” Another 5 blows came, one on each thigh, one on her pussy lips and two on her breasts. She screamed at the fiery pain that coursed through her body. “Just for your insolence, you will be expected to produce more than one child. YOU WILL HAVE MY CHILDREN!!!” He began undressing, never taking his eyes from hers. He mounted her and fucked her roughly without ever breaking eye contact. When he was finished, he didn’t withdraw as he had previously, but waited until he was hard again. This time, since he had already spent once, he rammed her longer and harder punishing her pussy for her insolence. Finally, he finished, shooting more seed into her womb. This time, instead of getting up from the bed, he straddled her chest. 

“Clean it off!” She stared wide eyed, mouth closed. “Fucking open your mouth and clean it off. You bite it, or I feel teeth, you will fell my wrath, and this is nothing.”

He shoved his cock in her mouth and partially down her throat, making her gag. Once she had gotten used to the taste of herself and the size of him, he began sliding it in an out. “Suck it, lick it… Ahh, keep it up, that’s a girl… I … I’m” She felt her mouth fill with his seed and she didn’t know what to do with it. “Swallow it. Now.” She did. He was kind and gave her some wine to wash it down with. He got off the bed and moved to her washstand. Once again, he cleaned himself off, this time studying his captive. She stared back. Her eyes began to get heavy, and soon she was asleep. He picked up her journal, and began reading her thoughts of the past few days. Since she wasn’t drinking the wine, he’d not had the chance to go through her most private thoughts. He felt guilty about drugging the girl, but he felt that was the only way for now.

He decided he would come back in a few times today, continue to fuck her as much as he could. He also decided to leave her in that particular position until the next day. Then he would allow her to get leaned up and introduce her to the delights that barns can hold.

As he left the room, he hoped hid seed had taken hold. He wanted a child from the line of his precious Aurora; his lost love. As he looked back to close the door, she looked so much like her mother. Someday, he will tell her more about her life, and why she was here. Now he wanted her to himself.