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Chapter One: A New Life

Where to begin? It’s been so many years since this all took place and it’s only
now that I’m beginning to come to grips with the summer of my senior year in
high school.
I guess I should begin with saying that my mother and father had once had a
great marriage and I’d like to think we had a wonderful family. At least it
looked that way to us kids when we were little. Mom and Dad had married young
and then Mom took care of Dad while he went to law school. In the middle of all
of that Mom got pregnant with me and still managed to keep everything under
control to see Dad through to graduation.
The next few years were great as Dad moved up in his firm to senior partner and
Mom had three more kids. By the time I was twelve though, they had spun off into
different orbits: Dad had his lawyer universe and Mom had the kid universe and
one day I came home from school to find Dad packing a bag and heading out the
door. He wasn’t a bad father mind you he just wasn’t a very good husband. Mom
was well taken care of by my father and the messy divorce was happily avoided.
It was a big surprise to all of us when Dad remarried just a few months after
the divorce. He found himself a young court clerk and they married on an
impulse, but not so impulsive that Dad didn’t get a prenuptial agreement first.
Mom was kind of shattered by Dad’s quick recovery and she wallowed in grief for
a few months and then got a job with a contractor to get her focus elsewhere.
The contractor was a sensitive and masculine guy named Josh and I was really
thrilled when Mom asked me to be a bridesmaid for her. I was fourteen when the
wedding took place and I remember being ever so slightly jealous of my mother
for landing such a dark, tall, and charming man like Josh.
My relationship with Josh developed into something emotionally intimate in a
way I’d never imagined I’d have with my parents. He was caring and he’d listen
to me talk about teenage girl issues for hours on end, always making wise and
attentive comments as we talked. He just seemed like such a teddy bear all the
time that it was hard to remember him being a man. He never really said much
himself and I always took that to mean he was deep and introspective.
My Senior Prom came along and I was really surprised when one of the swim team
jocks invited me to be his date. I’d kind of always thought of myself as the
ugly duckling and the sudden attention from such a popular (and sexy!) boy was
incredibly flattering. That date made me feel like a princess. Josh found me a
dress in New York from one of ‘the’ dress stores and then my date treated me
like a queen all of the night.
It was after the dance was over that my date revealed what the cost of his
attentions was. It was the typical Senior Prom thing where he thought I owed him
sex after he’d done so much for me all night long.
My designer dress had the buttons popped off while we struggled. I lost one of
my shoes when I tried to escape his car. My pantyhose were torn off. He’d been
just about to rape me when I reached down to hold his cock.
“Yeah, baby.” Was his response just a second before I plunged my fingernails
deep into his balls and then dragged them up the length of his swollen member. I
don’t remember what happened next because I woke up on the road an hour later
with one eye swollen shut and my date long gone. It was five in the morning when
I finally walked barefoot in my front door to find my mother and Josh waiting up
for me.

“Where the fuck have you…been…?” was what they both said at the same time they
saw me. It was like the words faded as they tried to complete the sentence. My
Mom rushed me to the bathroom to help me clean up while she was crying about me
and saying all sorts of things like why did she let me go to the prom in the
first place and all of that. Josh asked me a few things and I told him that my
date had tried to rape me but hadn’t succeeded and I’d paid the price for saying
no. I really did feel like it was my fault at that point.
While Mom was helping me clean up I took it for granted that Josh was on the
phone to the police when he’d actually slipped out and gotten into his truck. It
was six in the morning, straight up, when Josh came through the front door with
my bruised and bloodied date dragging behind him.

Josh belted him one and the blood flew onto the living room wall.

“Apologize to her now.” He said.

My date mumbled something inaudibly. The next blow made his eye match mine.

“It wasn’t a fucking request, asshole. Apologize.”

My date looked up at me humiliated and said he was sorry.

“That’s better. Now get the fuck out of here and if I ever, if I ever hear of
you telling your friends about this I’ll come find you wherever you are and skin
you alive before I kill you. You fucking understand me schoolboy?”

My date nodded yes and was summarily thrown out onto our front lawn where he
scrambled to his feet and ran away.

I could see the murderous rage in Josh’s eyes fade all in one moment as he
turned to look back at me. It was like he just threw a switch and went from a
killing fury to a caring concern just like that.

And it was all for me.

I truly believe Josh would’ve killed my date had I merely asked him to do so.

Of course, my relationship with Josh was much different after that. He wasn’t
just my stepfather any more he was my Knight in Shining Armor…my savior, my
prince.

Our relationship intensified to where it hovered on that line between his being
a dedicated stepfather and friend to me to being something else. It was like
there was this tension between us as we both acknowledged a line we dare not
cross.

Josh got a big job out of state a few months after that and was gone for quite a
while.

He wasn’t there the day I was in a bad mood and threw a hissy fit when my Mom
asked me to come to the mall with her and my siblings. I was having a teen
moment and was beyond reason so my Mom just left me at home to sulk. The whole
time I was being so rude and irrational to my Mom I knew that Josh would’ve
talked to me for just a moment at a time like that and set me straight.

Lucky for me he wasn’t there.

The day faded into night and I imagined that my family was off having pizza
someplace while I was having mac and cheese for dinner. I sat down to my dinner
and was watching TV when the doorbell rang and I got up, a little pissed
thinking my little brother was making me get the door for him like he often did.
The first thought I had when I saw the two police officers at the door was that
they were looking for Josh for what he did to my prom date. Then I saw the one
cop with ‘Chaplain’ on his name badge.

My father and his new wife came to pick me up later that night and they took me
to their new home that I’d never seen. I was inconsolable with grief and I have
to give my father credit for trying to be a comfort to me. It didn’t occur to me
until years later that he’d been grieving too and had put his own feelings aside
to comfort me.
The next week was the funeral and I don’t remember too much of it. I saw the
four caskets at the mortuary and just burst into tears and cried a river the
rest of the time. Josh came over to hug me and I was too lost in my own mourning
to see that he was crying too. All too soon was the obligatory Cadillac ride to
the cemetery where I sat transfixed as four people I loved were lowered into the
ground. It was so surreal.
I’m still at a loss to explain in words the pain I feel over the loss of my
mother and my sister and brothers. I miss my Mom yelling at me to do the laundry
and my homework. I miss my little sister trying on my makeup. I miss being
tormented by my brothers.

I’d expected to go back home after the funeral was over and then my father told
me that Josh had never formally adopted me since marrying my Mom. I was to stay
with my father and that would be final. It turned out that I was actually very
happy about that because I was finally having the attention from my father that
I had always cherished. It was a need so intense that I’d allowed myself to
substitute Josh for my father.
Josh was disappointed when I told him that I wanted to stay with Dad and try to
be a family with him and his new wife (who was very sweet, by the way). Josh
asked me to carefully consider everything in that charming and comforting way of
his and I let him know that I’d already done so and that my decision was final.
I swear I saw that glimmer in his eye I’d seen when he was beating my prom date
but it was only for the briefest of moments and then it was gone. Josh sincerely
wished me happiness with my father and told me he was going to leave for a job
in Saudi Arabia and would leave me alone and maybe send a letter or visit
sometime.
For some reason I remember feeling relieved when Josh left.

Losing all of the rest of my family had suddenly made my Dad very precious to
me. My pissy little teenage mood swings were now a misty memory as I found
myself viewing life with a new perspective. Dad had insisted on counseling for
me after the accident and it was nice to just have someone to talk to although
my issues were now something of the past. My counselor best said what I mean:
“It looks like you’ve done a lot of growing up in a short time.”
Everyone has a different way of dealing with loss and I dealt with it by
celebrating the people and things I hadn’t lost on that tragic day. My Dad and
his wife enjoyed a great relationship with me and we became a very loving and
dedicated family. I dropped some of my bad friends at school and made a
conscious effort to hang with a better crowd of people. My new girlfriends took
me out one night to cheer me up and did the whole makeover thing with me. New
clothes, new makeup, cleaned up my caterpillar eyebrows, cut my long stringy
hair into a cute little bob, and then got me into my first pair of serious
shoes. My father seriously didn’t recognize me when I came home late that night.
Lastly, my efforts at school went from mediocre to magnificent. My second
quarter grades had been mostly C’s and D’s. My third quarter was B’s and A’s and
my fourth quarter was all A’s and one lonely B in calculus.
Life had completely turned around for me by the time graduation came along and I
was now thinking about which college I’d be attending in the fall. I’d applied
for maybe twenty colleges and was accepted by six of them on the merits of the
change in my life. Trust me, it wasn’t my grades! I’d finally decided on Western
Washington University in Bellingham, Washington after making the trip to see it
with my Dad. He liked the setting with the campus overlooking Puget Sound and he
liked the kind of hometown feel that permeates Bellingham. I liked the noted
“Million Dollar View” I had from my new dorm room, an inspiring view of the
city, the harbor, and the islands.
August rushed up at me and it seemed like it was no time before my Dad was
helping me unpack my stuff at WWU. Surreality set in again as I kissed my Dad
goodbye and watched him drive off. I walked up the flight of stairs to my room
and watched the sunset as I contemplated the new journey in life I was embarking
upon.
My roomie showed up the next day and I helped her move in. She was from Seattle
and had the whole dark, Gothic thing going on. She was a stark comparison to my
new image as a fashion plate and we somehow hit it off as friends. One thing
I’ll admit liking about her taste in clothes was that I could take it for
granted she’d never borrow any of my things! Simone (her real name was Cindy)
and I would have turned heads as we walked together just about anywhere else,
but WWU is a big melting pot and you see weird people with preps all the time.
As I got to know Simone she became a kind of project for me, I wanted to do for
her what my new friends at high school had done for me not so long before.
Simone had this bright red hair color that just wasn’t normal, and then she’d
drape black all over her petite little frame until she looked like some evil
troll from under a bridge somewhere. No matter how gently I’d suggest the idea
of a makeover Simone would pretty much explode and tel!
l me to mind my own business.
She finally got really mad at me a week later and told me that I wasn’t going to
make a little sister out of her no matter how hard I tried. Then she stormed
out.

I cried because she was right. I wanted to make Simone into something I wanted
instead of just leaving her alone. When she came back late that night I’d meant
to apologize to her when I heard another voice with her outside our door.

“Aren’t we gonna wake up your cheerleader?” said a youngish male voice.

“Naw, she sleeps like the dead. Just be quiet, okay? She’d freak if she knew I
had you in here.”

The door quietly opened and the faint light from the hallway illuminated Simone
and her guest. Like her, he was Gothic but with jet black hair and a barbed wire
tattoo on his arm. He was one of those scrawny kind of guys you always see
playing video games and I just kind of figured Simone for a more manly kind of
guy to be a boyfriend. I feigned sleep as soon as they came in and closed the
door behind them. I heard Simone go to the window and draw back the curtains to
let in the view and the light of the city down below.
In the faint light of the city I saw Simone and her boyfriend kiss and then she
pulled back and I heard the sound of a zipper just before her dress slipped to
the floor. The sound of buttons and zippers was almost musical as it was
interrupted by the rustling sound of cloth falling to the floor. Their bodies
were even more pale and ghostly than I’d anticipated in the dim light as, by
increments, more and more of their skin was unveiled.
There were some more rustlings and motions and then I saw the two of them
standing before the window, naked, hand in hand and staring out at the city.
They kissed in a very gentle and loving way that surprised me with the depth of
intimacy. I guess I hadn’t expected to see anything emotionally warm with Gothic
types, but I guess they’re people too. Simone stepped away from her boyfriend
and pulled back the covers on her little bed and lay down on her back with her
arms outstretched to him. When he turned to go to her I saw his long, thin cock
and was immediately fascinated. It was the first cock I’d ever seen in real
life.

He reached out to her and took her hand but hesitated as she pulled him to the
bed.
“Simone, are you safe? I don’t have anything.” He whispered.

I heard her sigh that frustrated, pissed off sigh she makes.
“I thought you had a rubber with you. This was your idea, remember?”

“Shit.” He said with a mixture of desperation and frustration.

Simone pulled back her hand and sat up on her elbows giving me a view of her
naked chest. I remember thinking that I’d had bigger boobs than her when I was
twelve.

“Rob, do you wanna go? Maybe try again some other time?”

He sat down next to her and leaned in to kiss her lips. “I don’t know what to
do.”

Simone sat up and snaked her arms around him to hug herself close to him. It was
almost like a ballet as the two lovers transitioned from sitting to lying beside
each other. I could see their hands exploring and caressing and a part of me
wanted to cheer them on. Their kissing became slow and passionate and I could
see hands and arms disappear from view as they touched each other.
She rolled herself towards him and then gathered him into her arms as she rolled
onto her back with him on top of her lithe little frame. Her knees came up on
either side of him as she rubbed his back and let her hands linger at the globes
of his ass.

He pulled up from her. “Simone, are you sure?”

I heard her draw a breath as she contemplated the seriousness of the decision.

“Yeah.”

They went back to kissing and I saw their bodies begin a gentle writhing as the
two of them positioned to become one. His ass rose and fell above her body a few
times and then I saw them freeze.

“Simone, is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do it.”

Rob drew his hands under her shoulders and he rose up to look down at where I
imagined the two of them were on the cusp of joining. He looked back at Simone
and kissed her as his body moved up on hers in a slow but determined motion.

“Hhmmph!!” Simone gave a sharp little shriek that was muffled by their kiss as
he moved into her body.

“Are you okay?” His concern was genuine.
“Yeah, just…just go slow. It kinda hurts a little.”

His ass rose between her thighs again and descended a second time and, again,
elicited a quiet protest from Simone.

“I can stop, it’s okay, I don’t mind.” He was really sweet!

“No, I wanted this. I’m glad you’re my first and I want us to do this.”

Simone was a virgin??? I couldn’t believe it! I’d had it in my mind that with
the whole Gothic thing she just had to be some weird sexual pervert or
something. And here I was witnessing her deflowering. I felt so honored to see
this, even though Simone thought I was asleep. The thought of her losing her
virginity caused stirrings in my own inexperienced body and I wondered what she
must be feeling right at that moment as the first cock slipped into her.
Doubly fascinated, I allowed myself to quietly turn over on my side so I could
get a better view of the two of them.

His ass rose a third time and I realized that his cock was pulling out of her
body. When he lowered himself onto her I imagined what it must feel like for
Simone to feel the invasion of hard flesh into the temple of her femininity. The
motion was repeated several times now and I heard no further complaint from
Simone as her lover moved into her.
Her knees relaxed and she drew her feet up and Rob immediately understood what
she wanted. I heard Simone gasp as Rob scooted up on her body and pushed his
cock fully into her newly opened womanhood.
The joy of feeling her body was too much for Rob and I saw him suddenly start
humping her with a feverish drive.

I knew what was about to happen. Rob knew. So did Simone.

“Oh, God.” I heard a whisper. I think it was me.

The two lovers grabbed at each other as Rob strained to hold himself in Simone.

“Rob…” It was Simone. I could hear the plea in the one word and I could also
hear the acceptance that the plea was too late.

Rob relaxed and kissed her neck while his ass made furtive little motions at
her. Simone just lay there and after a while she motioned Rob to get up. Simone
stayed in the bed while Rob got himself dressed and then they kissed before he
let himself out. Just like that it was over.

The door clicked shut.

“You’re awake, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe what you did.”

“I’m sorry we did it in the room without asking, I’m really sorry…”

I cut her off.

“Simone, what I can’t believe is you just gave up your virginity and without a
rubber! What if you get pregnant? What then?”

All of the pent up conflicting emotions poured out of Simone in a flood of sobs
and tears. I jumped out of bed and sat with her and held her as she cried her
heart out. I know I was supposed to be comforting her but the musky scent of sex
hung in the air and I remarked to myself that Rob had been holding the same
naked shoulders only minutes before. What was I thinking? Simone was in my arms
crying and depending on me emotionally and all I could think of was how she’d
just had sex for the first time and how, at this very moment, Rob’s sperm were
inside her body looking to make Simone a mother. While I was quite properly
concerned about Simone’s near future I found myself envious of her being freshly
mated and inseminated for the first time.
We spent a good two hours talking about it all before we were both yawning and
more interested in sleep than in rehashing the evening. Simone quickly
surrendered to the bliss of night and her cute little snores confirmed her
somnambulistic state. As for myself, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was
wide awake with fascination and yearning. I ventured a hand to explore my body
and I slipped a finger just between the dewy lips of my womanhood as I wondered
what a cock would feel like in the same place. The more I thought of it the
greater the need that began to boil in my body. I couldn’t help but seek out the
button of pleasure between my legs and bring myself to a quick and shuddering
release. Only then did I manage to slip off into a restless sleep.

When I awoke the next morning Simone was just walking in from the shower with
her bright red hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Hey, Nichole.” She greeted me and unceremoniously dropped her robe to expose
her naked form to me. I was kind of shocked by her lack of modesty and my sudden
silence gave me away.

“Nick, you saw me fuck a guy last night, what’s with seeing me get dressed?”

The ‘Nick’ thing was new. I instantly liked it.

“Um, I guess you’re right, Simone. After seeing you two going at it last night I
suppose seeing you without a guy on you shouldn’t bug me at all.” That got a
laugh as she turned to her closet and easily found something black.

We chatted some more about classes and whatnot and managed to avoid talking
about the previous night although I’m sure it was the only real thing both of us
were thinking about. Simone was soon dressed and out the door and I wasn’t far
behind as I had a Chemistry class to get to. I walked across the street from the
dorm to the campus and chuckled at the irony of going to Chemistry after having
seen chemistry and biology not so many hours before.
I headed to the cafeteria to get a quick cup of coffee…fabulous coffee, I might
add…before scampering off to class. I was waiting for the barista to get the
foam on my coffee just right when the creepy feeling I was being watched ran up
my spine. A quick tinge of panic set in as I spun around to see no one nearby
even caring that I existed. Still, the sensation was very intense.
I managed a polite smile as I collected my coffee and sipped at it as I rushed
to class. The panicky feeling was soon forgotten as I tried to get my head back
into the catalyzing actions of hydrogen peroxide before I got into class.

Crossing campus at lunchtime I ran into Rob and said “Hi!” as he rushed by. He
gave me a funny look like who the hell was I to say ‘hi’ to him? I remembered
that while I knew what he looked like naked, he had no idea what I looked like
at all. I figured I’d catch up with him when he was with Simone and then we’d be
properly introduced. In the meantime I kind of enjoyed thinking about Rob
wondering about the prep chick who said ‘hi’ to him.
My last class of the day was Political Science and the teacher was this
throwback to the Sixties with long pony-tailed hair, jeans, a Mao jacket, and
wire rimmed glasses. He didn’t so much teach political science as he bemoaned
the ‘unfair’ demise of the Soviet Union and the rampant poverty of Cuba due to
the US trade embargo. He went around the class asking people questions and he’d
praise the people who gave the right left-wing answers and then he’d belittle
everyone else. I was seriously hoping to avoid him when he called on me.

“Nichole, why don’t you tell everyone why you think the US has no right to
embargo trade with a free country like Cuba?”

Fuck.

I paused for a moment knowing that I could always drop the class and find
something else before it was too far into the semester.

“Well, Nichole?”

I gulped and drew a breath.

“The US isn’t preventing Cuba from trading with anyone else. They can trade with
every other country in the world and it is the right of the US to choose not to
do business with Cuba. It would be wrong for the US to blockade them from
trading with anyone else, but it’s also wrong to compel the US to have to trade
with Cuba or anyone else. I think that the US embargo is a symbolic protest of
how Castro rules with an iron fist and if Cuba were so fucking great and free
then why are Cubans always risking their lives to get the fuck out of there? If
they’re so fucking free why can’t they just go buy an airline ticket and leave?”

What the fuck, I thought. If I was going to have to drop the class I might as
well tweak the freak before I go. I turned to look at Professor Groovy to see
just how mad he’d be and the freak was smiling!

“That was nice, Nichole. A little more colorful an analysis than I’d expected.
In the future I’ll ask you to use diplomatic language when you’re in my class.”

He walked back up to the front of the class as he talked.

“Any comments on Nichole’s unique perspective on the state of relations between
the capitalistic United States and the proletariat paradise of Cuba?”

A few hands shot up.

The Prof. pointed at one of them.

“She’s a victim of the indoctrination of the masses by the prevalent media
organs of the exploitative state and financial institutions that have usurped
the voice of the workers.”

The Prof. looked at my classmate and shook his head.

“No, I think Nichole was very courageous to stand up to my biased point of view
and state some obvious facts instead of just parroting the ideas that most of
you seem to think will get you a passing grade in this class.”

He took off the glasses and put them on his desk. The ponytail joined it and was
followed by the Mao jacket. Professor Groovy now stood in front of the class and
looked like a country farmer in a white t-shirt, jeans, and the boots he was
wearing.

“Stating the facts as you see them instead of saying what will make everyone
happy with you is the heart of political science. Nichole here stood her ground
and honestly gave her measured opinion despite that fact that she was sure to
piss me off.”

He stepped around the desk.

“This class isn’t about making me happy with you, “ he continued, “it’s about
forming your ideas based on the facts as you find them and then creating an
analysis that reflects those facts regardless of your biases or the biases of
the people you speak to. Nichole gets the point and hopefully, by the end of the
semester, the rest of you will too. Class dismissed.”

Score one for me! I got a nice smile from the Prof. and then I gathered my stuff
and headed back to my room to get in some studying before heading into town to
explore and scare up a place for dinner.

I got back to my room and found Simone already in there with Rob. I listened at
the door and it was pretty obvious that the two of them had found a box of
condoms and were testing them out. From what I could hear through the door they
were working well.
Seeing Simone and Rob get it on once was about enough so I left a note on the
white board on our door that I was walking into town for dinner and I’d be back
by eight. That should give them enough time I figured.

I left my book bag with the girl next door that sympathized with my plight of
having a horny roomie. It was good for a classic eye roll and a snort of
disapproval as I’m sure we were both hoping that our roomies would do the same
for us sometime.
The walk down the hill to town was kind of lonely and I headed over by the bus
transfer area to see if I could find anyone I knew to hook up with for dinner.
There was no one but some townies there grinding their skateboards on the
benches. Oh, well. I walked around a little more and finally found this little
café where omelets were the house specialty. The place was sort of off kilter.
It was like Mrs. Cleaver ran the place but with a hint of something just below
the surface. When the waitress came out I got the clue: it was a lesbian
hangout. Whatever. I was too hungry to go find a place where I’d fit in so I
just ordered my dinner with some coffee and settled in.
The dinner was okay. The omelet was fried in sesame oil instead of butter and
that just gave it a weird taste. The coffee was good but the soy-cream sucked
out loud. Lesbians are funny to me, they dress like men, act like men, and eat
like girly-girls. I’ll never figure that out.
I paid my bill and got out of there and decided to head down to the harbor to
get a look at the water and the fishing boats. It wasn’t a bad walk until I got
down near the railroad tracks and a hideous smell hit my nose. I’d heard about
the legendary Odor of Bellingham but this was my first experience with it. The
wood pulp factory emits this pungent stink of something that I find to resemble
putrid bacon frying. Trust me, it’s pretty bad. I really did contemplate turning
around and calling it a day but I really wanted to see the water so I pressed
on.
Along the road that leads to the harbor a white cargo van passed me kind of slow
and I just ignored it. The guy was probably looking for an address and when he
pulled over not far ahead I complimented myself for being right. In defense
class back home I’d learned to cross the street instead of walking between a
vehicle and a building when you know it just pulled over. But I had that college
town sense of security that every college student has and I walked right between
the van and the warehouse.
Just as I walked between the van and the warehouse the side door of the van
swung out and a guy stepped out in front of me. He was in one of those blue-gray
overall things with a matching hat and he was kind of blocking my way.

“Excuse me.” I said.

“Hi, Nichole.”
It was in that moment where this stranger blew me away by knowing my name that
he grabbed me and threw me in the back of the van. Even as I screamed I realized
that no one was close enough to hear me. Between the sounds of the pulp plant
and the sounds of the harbor I doubt someone right across the street would have
heard me anyway. I was slammed into the back of the van and I vainly tried to
get to the door before it closed and left me in almost total darkness.
There was just a faint light around the edges of the door and I felt around to
find the door handle. It was pretty scary when I found a sheet of metal screwed
down over the part of the door where I expected to find a handle. When I felt
around for the back doors I found the same thing, a piece of metal screwed down
where the handles should be.
I hadn’t noticed the motor running but I paid more attention when I heard it rev
up and the driver put the van in gear. Physics wasn’t on my curriculum for a
couple of years yet, but I learned all about inertia as the van lurched forward
and then turned around. I was tossed about and banged around until I realized it
was safer to sit on the floor. Then I realized I was in serious danger and
started pounding on the sides of the van hoping to get some attention from
someone outside. All my pounding did was yield a dull thud. The van was heavily
insulated and no one outside was going to hear me. Someone had gone to a lot of
effort to do this and I feared they’d done it before.
There was no more point in fighting so I sat down in a corner where I could
brace myself against the shifting of the van as it navigated the city and then,
clearly, was on Interstate Five. It had to be heading south because I knew the
van would be searched if it tried to cross the border. A quick thought was that
I needed to time how long we traveled so I could estimate where I was and then I
realized my watch was with my books. Damn.
The drone of the road and the darkness in the van lulled me almost to sleep and
I lost track of the hours. I stirred when the van slowed and I felt it turn
about, as though on an off ramp. The speed came back up, but not as fast as
before, and I felt the more severe twists and turns of what I imagined must be a
mountain road. It was maybe another hour before the van slowed way down and made
a tight right turn onto a gravel road. I could hear the gravel kicking up from
the tires for just a short time and then I felt the van lurch as it went over a
curb of some sort. Then the engine was silenced and my ears roared with the
phantom road noises.
There was a little light making its way through the crevice around the side door
and then I saw the light suddenly increase in intensity. The side door flew open
and bright light flooded into the van, blinding me.
I screamed as the man in the overalls jumped into the back of the van with me
and wrestled me to the floor. He held me face down and said nothing as I
screamed and begged for my life. His knees were in my back and I couldn’t fight
him when he took one of my wrists and snapped on a handcuff before grabbing my
other wrist and doing the same to it. A ski hat was pulled down over my face and
then he pulled me to my feet and virtually dragged me out of the van.
I heard doors open and close as I was dragged about and then tossed onto a bed.
I had one brief moment of hope and then felt my legs seized and shackled. It did
not good whatsoever, but I screamed anyway as my ankles were chained to the bed.
He pulled me up to a sitting position and snapped on another pair of handcuffs
before the first pair was removed. I felt the slack in the handcuffs and tried
to get free as I heard chains being pulled and I was forced into a spread-eagle
position.
I fully expected the stranger to commence doing whatever it was he’d gone to all
this trouble to do and then I heard him walk to the door as another pair of
footsteps approached.

‘My God’, I thought, ‘there’re two of them!’

The two men made no effort to mask their voices.

“There she is just like you wanted. Where’s my money?” It was the man in the
overalls.

“Here you go, all ten grand like I promised. Count it if you want to, it’s all
there.”

It was Josh. I knew his voice anywhere. I heard a rustling of paper and then the
man in the overalls spoke again.

“Yeah, good enough. Call me if you want me to get another one for you.”

I was just about to call out to Josh when I heard the door slam with a profound
solidity. All I could hear was my own breath and my own heartbeat so I knew I
was alone.

A good twenty, maybe thirty minutes went by before I heard the door open again.

“Josh, is that you?”

“Yeah, Nichole, it’s me.” He came over to the bed and sat down. I jumped when he
touched my belly.

“God Josh, you had me scared. Can you let me go now and we’ll talk about it?”

He pulled the ski hat off of my head so I could see him smiling at me.

“Sure. Let’s you and I talk.”

He looked at me for a brief second.

“Nichole, you said you wanted to talk, so talk. Whatcha’ got to say?”

I forced a smile. “Um, can you let me go?”

“No. What else is on your mind?”

“Josh, this is serious. You had that guy kidnap me and now you’ve got me tied
up. You can go to jail for this, Josh! You’ve got to let me go and let me go
now!”

He gave me a flash of that same murderous look I’d seen once before and then he
drew a breath.

“Nick, that is what your friend calls you, right?” I nodded in amazement that he
knew this. “I loved your Mom like nobody’s business and when she died you
abandoned me like I was nobody. Now I know this is sick, but I thought that you
and I would build something to replace what I lost with your Mom. I wanted us to
be a family but you went back to your father and forgot all about me and now I’m
here and you’re here and I’m going to take what’s mine.”

Oh shit.

“Josh, I just don’t feel that way about you. You’re like lots older than me…”

He cut me off. “Nichole, the age thing is not a lot of difference, really. Girls
your age marry guys twice my age all the time. But that’s not what matters. I
was a good husband to your Mom and I’ll be a good to you if you’ll let me.”

I looked him in the eye and put on my disapproving voice. “But what if I don’t
want to?”

“You’ll want to.”

“But, Josh, what if I don’t let you?”

His eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll have to kill you and dump your body down a
mineshaft.”

Jesus, he wasn’t kidding.

He got up and walked to the door. “You think about that and us and I’ll see you
in the morning. Get some sleep.”

“But, Josh!”

He scowled. “But what?”

“I need to go to the bathroom!”

He thought for a second. “Pee your pants, I don’t care. If I have to kill you in
the morning anyway it’ll make no difference. If I don’t have to kill you then
you can take a shower. That’s all up to you.”

The door closed and I heard the definite sound of a substantial lock just before
the lights went out.

I really did need to go to the bathroom so I tried to hold it as best I could.
Sometime during the night I woke up with my arms and legs sore and my bladder
screeching for relief. I felt like a baby as I let go in my pants and felt the
warmth spread down my jeans and up my shirt. The warmth didn’t last long and I
ended up falling asleep soaked in my own urine.

When the light came on I guessed it had to be morning and I squinted my eyes
against the glare as Josh came into the room.

“You really did need to pee, didn’t you?” He chuckled, but it was a sadistic
kind of a thing.

I just stared at him.

“Here’s the deal: this…” he dramatically arced a stun gun, “is what you’ll feel
if you disobey me. It will burn your skin and it is quite painful. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Good. Then I’ll unlock you and take you to the shower. Don’t try to get away or
I’ll have to zap you, got it?”

“Yeah.” My voice was kind of weak. That surprised me.

He came over and unlocked the shackles and then undid my handcuffs just as he
promised. I stretched my sore limbs and didn’t care that I was in one hell of a
bind. I really needed that shower if I was going to get myself back together.

“Get up and stand in that corner….now.”

He gestured at the corner of the room that was away from the door. I shambled
over to it on numb legs and stood there as Josh pulled the sheets from the bed.
Under it all was a vinyl sheet that told me he’d planned on me peeing my bed. I
figured it was some humiliation trick of his. Well, it had worked. I was
seriously humiliated and I needed to clean up in a big way.
He gathered the laundry and tossed it outside the room and then looked at me.

“Come on, I don’t have all day for this, let’s go.”

I went to him and let him take my arm and he guided me down a concrete lined
hall to a bathroom that was so normal it looked weird.

“Now get in there, strip, and clean up. Hand me your clothes so I can clean them
while you shower.”

An idea flashed across my mind.
“Nichole, don’t get clever. The door locks and you’ll be locked inside.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything, I promise!” I lied.

“You’re lying. You always were a bad liar. Now get in there and give me your
clothes.”

I was really reluctant to give up my clothes, but how else were they going to
get cleaned? I had to trust him on this and as I stepped into the bathroom he
let me close the door so I was alone. I had a hard time getting out of my wet
jeans but I was soon naked anyway. I reached out to push open the door a bit.

“Here.” I handed the pile of clothes to Josh and he locked the door as promised.

The bathroom had all of my favorite stuff: my brand of shampoo, my brand of
soap, a razor identical to mine, my brand of deodorant, he even had my exact
type of toothbrush and toothpaste. All the comforts of home. I decided to make
the best of it and got into the shower, but not before I made sure I took the
time to use a real toilet first. The steamy water of the shower washed over me
and the pungent smell of stale urine rose with the steam. Soon enough, the smell
went away and I relaxed. I washed my hair, conditioned it, and as the
conditioner rinsed down my body I felt the stubble on my legs. I decided that I
would shave my legs for my own comfort and I’d deal with Josh when the time
came.
I had been in the shower long enough that my fingertips were wrinkled and it was
clearly time to get out. I toweled off my hair and then dried off with the big
bath towel before wrapping it around myself. A concern about being naked was
beginning to make me panic when I saw the oversized terry robe on a hook by the
door. While I didn’t have anything else on the robe was still more comforting
than just a towel. There was a blow dryer and I decided to use it not for looks
but to buy myself some more time to think. My short little hairdo didn’t take
long to dry and I put it down to search for another reason to stay in there.

“Nichole, that’s long enough. Get out here.” Josh’s voice was a little gruff and
I could tell he meant it. I opened the door to see him waiting for me with what
appeared to be stuff for a dog.

“Josh, I didn’t know you had I dog.” I said, gesturing at the equipment. I
noticed it was a lot more substantial than any dog collar I’d seen before.

“I don’t. I have you instead. C’mere.” I walked over to him in the hallway.

“Turn around and hold still.”

He put the leather collar around my neck and made it comfortably snug and then I
felt him attach something to the back of the collar before I heard him put a
padlock on it.

“Now look at me.”

I turned to look at him and I imagine I looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Now I don’t have to worry about you running away and you don’t have to be all
tied up. You like that, don’t you?”

What was I supposed to say? “Well, yeah, I guess it’s better than being tied to
the bed.”
“Good. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”

He turned to walk away.

“Josh, what about my clothes? Can I have them back now?”

He stopped and looked down at the floor and then turned to look at me.

“You won’t be needing the clothes anymore so I burned them. The panties you can
have when you’re on your period, other than that the robe is all you’ll need to
wear from now on.” He walked out the door to the hallway and then up the stairs.
I just looked after him kind of dumbfounded that he could do this.

The stairs. I can be pretty sharp sometimes and it was fairly obvious that I
was in a basement of some sort. There was the stairs and then the fact that none
of the rooms had any windows.

The stairs.

Josh had left the door temptingly opened and I just had to see where those
stairs led off. I tentatively eased up to the threshold of the stairway and
looked up to see if Josh was waiting up there and he wasn’t. I think I made it
up four steps when my world turned to red and gold and an unbearable pain shot
through me. I stumbled back down the stairs and the very moment I passed the
threshold back into the basement the pain ceased.
Remember how I said I could be pretty sharp? Sometimes I’m not. I had to try
going up the stairs again and sure enough, I got zapped again. I figured the
collar had a stun gun built into it and it went off when I got into the
stairwell. Josh may as well have chained me up for all the freedom I had.
I turned around to explore my confines and found that I had a bedroom, a
bathroom, the hallway, and another room with a sofa, TV, a DVD player, and an
extensive selection of pornographic DVD’s on the shelves. I checked several of
the movies and quickly discovered they were all of a common theme: older men and
younger women. Some of it was bondage, some of it was just regular sex stuff,
and I found one movie that was exclusively of young Russian girls losing their
virginities. And it was all in here for me to look at. It was the only thing in
here for me to look at.
The bedroom was more interesting to me and I wasn’t in there for too long before
Josh came in with a tray and a nice breakfast. Bacon and eggs, toast, and some
aromatic coffee got my hunger going the instant I smelled it.

“I can’t have you starving down here so I made you something to eat.”

He looked at me as he held the tray and I could see he was waiting for
something.

“What?” I said.

“Okay, here’s the deal: anytime you want to eat you have to do so in the nude or
not at all.”

I stood up and looked him right in the eye. “Fuck you. I’d rather starve first.”

“Your choice. You call me when you’re ready to eat and I’ll come back. Meantime,
this looks pretty good to me…” he sipped the coffee and then picked up a strip
of the bacon, “…and I’m guessing…” he popped the whole strip of bacon in his
mouth, “…you’ll do what I ask soon enough.”

With that he was gone again and I was left in the room by myself.

There wasn’t anything else for me to do right at that instant so I sat down on
the bed and then lay my head down to get some more rest.

Josh checked in on me a few more times during the day and I declined his offer
each time. Rationally, I knew I wasn’t going to hold out forever but I had to
hold out for now. It had gotten late and Josh peeked in on me and I didn’t stir,
pretending to be asleep. He stood in the doorway for a little while and then I
heard him head to the stairway and close the heavy door there and lock it.
When I was sure he was gone I got up and went to the video room to see if the TV
would get outside news. I turned it on and just got fuzz and then I turned on
the DVD player and the screen went black with the words “No Disc” in one corner.
I flicked the station setting around and just got more fuzz. It was pretty clear
that the whole thing was set up just to run the DVD player.
I’m not big on technical stuff but I knew that the DVD thing was probably just a
setting so I turned the TV around and found a little slide button that had three
choices: ‘cable’, ‘antenna’, and ‘input only’. It was on ‘input only’ so I slid
it up to ‘antenna’ and immediately got one of the Seattle stations. One of the
crime shows I liked was on so I knew it was after ten at night. I flicked around
a bit more and came up with a news program and was disappointed to find that the
world wasn’t all out looking for me.
A late show came on and I felt compelled to watch it while my eyes got droopy
with sleep. Not wanting to be caught in front of the TV in the morning I forced
myself to get up, reset the TV to the way it had been, and then go to bed.
Going to bed proved to be a dilemma in that I had nothing to wear. I gave
sleeping in the raw a quick thought and then went ahead and slept in the
bathrobe. It was better than being naked. Funny thing was I went right to sleep.

Josh woke me up the next morning when he flicked on the light and about blinded
me.
“Feel like some breakfast today?” he asked.

The scent of warm food was intoxicating.

“What about your rules?” I gathered up the bathrobe around me and sat up in the
bed.
“Oh, there’s no change. You want to eat and I want to see you naked. That’s the
deal.”

“Can’t you just let me have something this time?” I put on my best begging eyes.

“No.”

It was pretty clear that he was willing to starve me into submission and I knew
that if he’d gone this far then he’d be perfectly willing to follow through with
his plan. The robe slipped from my shoulders and I held my arms to my chest.

“Nice.” He took in the view studiously. “But it doesn’t count. Get out of the
bed and let me see you.”

I swung my feet out of the bed and onto the floor and then I stood up naked as
the day I was born.

“Put your arms down and I’ll put the food down.”

I did. He did.

“Are you happy now?” I asked.

“Yep.” And then he turned and left me to eat after having humiliated me to make
me earn my food.

I sat down to eat right after I got the robe back on and gobbled the scrambled
eggs and slugged the coffee all while consciously understanding that he was
establishing himself as being in control of me. Not that I was a genius for
figuring that out, but it was the way it was and I simply recognized it. Josh
controlled the environment and I was being forced to live in that environment.

It was later in the day when Josh came back to see me again.

“You hungry for lunch?”

I dropped my robe and simultaneously said, “Yes.”

“Good, I’ll be right back.”

Sure enough he was back with a tray and a nice sandwich and my usual cup of
coffee. He put it down on the bed and simply said, “Eat.” And then left.

Another half-hour or so went by and then I looked up to see Josh leering at me.
He had something in his hand and I couldn’t quite make it out.

“Hungry still?” It wasn’t concern in his voice.

“No. I’m fine.” I pulled up my robe to cover myself.

“Then why don’t we get to the point? You’re here because I want you to be my
wife just like your mom used to be. You’re going to have the babies she didn’t
have for me. All we’re discussing right now is whether this’ll be nice or not
nice.” He seemed so fucking smug.

I looked him right in the eye. “Fuck you. You’ll have to kill me before you’ll
ever get me to fuck you, you piece of…UNNNGHHHH!!!!”

While I was proudly stating my resistance Josh nonchalantly lifted the device in
his hand and pressed a button. The pain in my head was searing as the collar
discharged into my spine. In the blur of my vision I could see Josh stripping
his clothes off. I scrambled to try to get my legs to work, to get to my feet
and fight him.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP!!!

This time I awoke senseless on the bed. It felt like I’d run a marathon and I
found myself utterly helpless as Josh rolled me onto my back.

“Nnnnnno.” I managed to croak.

Josh gently separated my legs and knelt between them.

“Yes, Nichole, yes.” He scooted up to where his throbbing cock bounced on my
pubic hair. “All those times you used to run around the house barely dressed I
wondered what this moment would be like. I wondered if you’d be willing or if
you’d fight me.”

He caressed my thighs and cupped my pussy with one hand.

“Mmmm, yeah. I always wanted to hold your little twat just like this and feel
the steam from your pussy. I always imagined you wanting me and being my
personal fuck slave.” He started to lean over me as he spoke.
“I always thought of you spread out like this, waiting for me to fuck you.”

I started to get some feeling back and made a feeble move to squirm away. Josh
dropped his full weight on me in response.

“No, you don’t.” He said it so calmly. I felt his cock nudge up against my
crotch. “You’re not getting away this time. Just think, Nichole, an hour from
now you’ll be sitting here no longer a little virgin but my personal fuck slave
filled with your master’s come.” He nudged a little more.

“Josh, please don’t do this, it’s not too late, we can…”

“SHUT UP!!!!” It was deafening.

All at once his voice went back to that calm creepy tone. “I don’t want to hear
one more thing from you. Not a thing Nichole or I’ll get my little joy box and
shock your ass ‘till you just lay there and take it.” He nudged at me again and
I felt the head of his cock as it found my moisture. “So just shut the fuck up
and try to enjoy this. It’s not like you have a choice.”

With that he ran his hand down my side to feel my thigh. He was looking me right
in the eye to see how I’d react and I just turned away to stare at the wall. I
began to cry as my stepfather began to hump his cock into my virgin body. I’d
lost my hymen to tampons a long time before and I remember being thankful that I
didn’t have to deal with that on top of everything else going on. His thrusts
caught more and more of my moisture and I soon felt a queer sensation of
fullness that I realized was the feeling of the first cock in my body.

“Please, Josh, no…” I tried to say it as quietly as I could.

He stopped humping at me. “What did I tell you Nichole? Do you want me to have
to stop and shock you before we continue? I can do that, you know. Do you want
that?”

I sniffled out a “No.”

“Then shut up.”

He leaned into my neck and nuzzled the thick leather collar before kissing my
neck behind my ear. He started suckling at my neck while his thrusts became less
and less strong. I felt he was a little of the way into me but I just knew there
was more to come. I felt him suck my skin up into his mouth and he tugged at it
with his teeth. I felt his raspy tongue flit over the delicate hairs on the skin
in his mouth. I felt him tense up and his cock retreated from my body as he
slowly began to bite down on the skin in his mouth. I tried to be silent until
the pain became too much.

“Aaaahhhh!” I reached up to push him off of me.

I’ll remember the moment forever. Before the yelp of pain had died on my lips I
felt his pubic bone smash into mine. There was a moment of disbelief as I felt
his scrotum crush up against my ass. The sensation of fullness now pervaded my
belly and disbelief faded from me like a vapor as I felt his cock completely
within my body. I was having sex. For the first time. With my stepfather.
He held it still inside of me as if to make some sort of point. When an eternity
had passed he began to withdraw the length of flesh from where it didn’t belong
and I deluded myself into a moment of hope where I imagined him regretting what
he was doing and apologizing to me. He pulled out of me almost to where I felt
empty before the direction changed and a new eternity passed by as the flesh
traveled what seemed like endless distances into my body and my being.
Those few seconds transfigured my entire existence. My possible futures with a
white picket fence and a happy family with a loving husband were snuffed out of
reality as the raping cockflesh unstoppably plunged into me. I pictured myself a
mare being forcibly taken by a powerful stallion whose sole purpose was to seek
release in my body and fill me with sperm to create a new future in my womb.
Josh’s lips moved to mine and kissed me as I quickly lost count of the times
he’d been in and out of my body. I cried even while my lips kissed him back and
I felt my hips begin to respond to the sexual attention. It didn’t seem to
matter what was in my heart, my body responded to the presence of a male member
fucking into me with generations of instinct. I couldn’t help but to spread my
legs wider to welcome him into my belly. I couldn’t help myself as I held him
tight and felt the masculine hair on his body. I couldn’t help myself as I felt
feminine and flattered by the feeling of his body straining to be a part of
mine.
His lips fell away from my own as he wrapped one arm around my waist and the
other about my shoulders to hold me fast against his thrusting cock. I felt like
I was attached to some sort of beast as Josh began to pound at me and growl with
the intensity of his need. I was just about to scream with fear when he held me
tight and held himself into my belly. In between the furtive thrusts that
followed I felt distinct sensations that I knew were jets of his sperm spraying
against my cervix. I marveled and trembled at the thought that I was being
inseminated. There were several more thrusts that followed as I felt Josh’s cock
go limp inside me.
With little fanfare he pulled out of me and I felt a rush of his sperm flow out
of me and make an obscene rivulet down my ass. He gathered his clothes and
stopped at the door as he walked out.

“See you in the morning.”