From: darkside@Hades.net
Subject: The Chosen One by Dark Side (M+/F+,bdsm,nc)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Sherri pulled into the mall parking lot with high hopes. Her prom
was in
three weeks and she was excited about buying a new dress. She had lost
ten pounds just so that she could wear a dress one size smaller. Going
into the first store she saw, Sherri started to pick out items to try
on. In the dressing room she looked over her "new" body in the mirror.
Standing in her bra and panties she saw an attractive 17 year old with
shoulder length, sandy colored hair. Her figure was now slim and
athletic looking from the regimen of diet and exercise she'd adopted.
Yes, it would do, she thought, and I hope Scott likes it too. She and
Scott Daniels had been dating steady now for six weeks and it was
obvious to her that he was getting a little upset about her lack of
"commitment" to a sexual relationship. It wasn't that she wasn't
interested in taking it to the next level. Lord knew she went home
after every date with him too excited to sleep. Sometimes she even had
to turn off the lights and crawl way under the covers to touch
herself, to imagine Scott above her, letting go of her nervousness and
fear, until that delicious feeling crashed over her.
But prom night was the night, decided long ago with three of her
closest friends. Two of those had since moved away and she knew Jenny,
the third, hadn't managed to keep the pact. But she had. Soon with her
new body and her beloved Scott, she would join the world of the
sexually active. Scott had tried to understand how she felt, he'd been
good about not bugging her for more. Besides, its not like she didn't
do anything. They kissed, hot, long, tongue tangled kisses that made
her tingle all over. He played with her naked breasts, squeezing and
stroking, kissing and sucking on the nipples. She even, just last
week, let him reach under her skirt to slip his long, thick fingers
into her panties, stroking the dark blonde hair that grew between her
thighs, pushing the hair aside to feel the slickness below... God,
she would never finish shopping at this rate.
Sherri wasn't having much luck. Four stores now and not one dress
that she liked. After about an hour and a half she was hungry and
stopped for a bite at taco bell. Then it was on to number five. This
was a new shop and she had never been inside. As she went from rack to
rack she knew that this was the lucky store, here she would find one.
There were five dresses in her hand before she knew it. Taking her
booty, Sherri made her way to the dressing room. On the way, she saw a
couple shopping together. He resembled Scott, which got her thinking
again.
The man, not realizing that he was being watched, rubbed his
girl's ass gently. As she leaned back against him, in obvious
appreciation of his hand, his other arm moved to her front and began
to massage her crotch. Sherri, now crouched behind another rack of
clothes nearby, watched intently. As the scene unfolded before her
eyes she could feel her nipples getting hard and that tingle returning
to her body. After a minute, the man looked around to make sure that
no one had spotted them, then slipped his hand into the waist of his
partner's shorts. A second later she let out a small moan and from her
hidden vantage Sherri could see his hand moving inside the fabric. A
minute later the woman started bucking her hips against his fingers
and she came, biting on her hand to keep from yelling out. They stood,
him holding her up for a moment, until she turned and kissed him on
the lips. That was great, she said, next store it's your turn.
Sherri watched as they wandered off. She had never imagined
anything like that before. But after seeing it, she was so worked up
that she could barely move. Standing up, she flipped her hair off her
sweaty brow and went to the dressing room to try on the clothes. Just
as she had predicted, two of the dresses looked good and she picked
the prettiest one. Taking it up to the counter, she paid for it and
walked out of the store. She almost floated the short distance to her
car. She had a beautiful dress, a slim body, a prom coming up, and she
was soon going to give herself to a wonderful young man. Life couldn't
get any better. As she opened the door to her car, she heard a step
behind her. She started to turn around, but a cloth covered her mouth
and nose. Everything went black.
It was time to find the next one. Father said so. He pulled the
van into the choosing place. All the lucky ones were picked from here.
Hopefuls gathered thick here, all trying for the chance to be useful.
But not just anyone could be Chosen. They had to give the sign, show
that they were ready. He sat and watched the hopefuls parade in front
of Him. Several looked possible, but never gave the sign. So He
wandered throughout the place, hopefuls and possibles everywhere, but
none were deserving enough to signal him. He almost gave up when he
saw her. He moved closer to see her. She wasn't paying attention to
Him, she was looking at another hopeful standing with a man. They
looked strange, preoccupied. He watched her watch them. Then they
finished their... dance? They left and as she stood up she gave the
sign. She was ready! She went behind a door. After a few minutes He
thought to follow, maybe she wanted Him to meet her in there.
No, the Chosen came out in a while with some clothes. Ahhh...something
to wear for Him, such a thoughtful one. No wonder she was ready. He
followed her out to her car. In moments she was dreaming of their
times to come. He put her in the car, and taking her keys, drove to
His van. After moving her, He left the keys to the car in the
ignition, maybe someone else could use it while she didn't need it.
Sherri woke to the smell of cooking steak. I'm starving, she
thought. But when she tried to sit up and open her eyes a wave of
nausea overtook her and she vomited on herself. Then she realized that
she wasn't in her own bed. She opened her eyes slowly and without
sitting up. The mattress beneath her was bare and soiled. It was on
the floor and was the only furniture in the room. A single door was
set in the far wall. Without thinking she again attempted to rise.
Bile forced its way back into her mouth and a black wall surrounded
her.
He spoke softly to Father as He made some dinner. This was the
best one in a long time. She was so beautiful and so considerate, what
with buying new clothes to wear for him and parking where they could
easily meet. Yes, she was most promising. Soon she would wake and they
could start their time together. He almost went to look at her again,
but no, He might disturb her, and she would need her rest. He ate
quickly, wanting to go over the plans with Father again when He was
done. They talked for about an hour after dinner and then He pulled
his chair to in front of the door. It wouldn't do to have her wander
around the house. Hopefuls always enjoyed it more when they didn't
know what to expect. As he slept, the dreams filled his head, just as
they did before every new one.
She was there, as always Her physical beauty almost hid the monster inside. She yelled at him, the words unclear, but the meaning coming through. She hated him, his life was a waste, just like his father's. She was sorry that she hadn't cut him out of her before he was born. She pushed Her hair out of her eyes and grabbed him. Then the belt, up and down, up and down. Father came in to try to stop her, but there was nothing he could do from the chair. Then the dark place. Her forcing his chubby little legs to walk at her pace across the room to the door. It opened and the bare wood floor loomed in his face. Then the dark. She hated him now, but someday, he would find a way to make Her love him. Love him just as much as he did her.
Sherri woke again to the sound of the door opening. Her head
hurt, but there was no sign of the nausea as she opened her eyes this
time. A man came in, in his mid thirties with unkempt black hair, but
he looked normal. But normal men didn't drug and kidnap young girls.
She opened her mouth to speak but shut it shock when a horrible odor
came out. Looking down, she saw the front of her T-shirt covered with
dried vomit. Tsk, tsk, what did you do to yourself? His tone was that
which she might use with a small child. Now don't worry, we'll get you
cleaned up. Just follow me, come on. Before she could say anything he
spun around and stepped out of the room.
Not knowing what else to do, Sherri followed. He led her around a
corner to a bathroom. There was no door on the frame. He leaned down
and began to fill the tub, then turned back to the frightened girl.
Come on, come on, get those dirty things off. We'll make you nice and
clean again. Sherri shook her head. I....I can't in front of you. His
expression didn't even waver as his hand crashed into the side of her
face. She fell backwards against the wall and slid to the floor. She
heard a click and a knife moved toward her. She stayed very still as
it moved to her neck, then slipped into the collar of her shirt and
pulled downward.
The thin material parted to reveal her bra then he tugged the
stained cloth off of her. The point dung slightly into the flesh
between her breasts as he inserted it under the support between the
cups of her bra and cut that also. He showed less interest in her
white mounds than she would have expected, just looking for a moment
and nodding to himself. Her nipples were tight with fear. Stand up so
I can finish. Come on girl, up. He was still speaking to her as a
child, but she knew that she better obey this time. Getting to her
feet, Sherri reached for the buttons on her jeans before he could.
Soon they and her panties were laying around her ankles. His eyes
examined her some more, taking in her smooth thighs and the light
brown kinks at the juncture of her legs. Then he simply took her arm
and led her to the now full tub.
He was afraid for a minute that she would give Him trouble like
the last one. He suspected that they all felt at this moment that they
weren't good enough for Him. But at His order, there she was,
cooperating again. It was such a pleasure to be working with one that
was really ready to love him. Leading her into the tub, He began to
wash her down. He felt the heat already begin between His legs. She
was enjoying herself too, she lay with her head back, the nubs of
flesh on her breasts were stiff with desire for Him. He ran His
fingers over them, lightly pinching and twisting. She squirmed with
her building lust. Then He reached deeper in the water, to the center
of her body. The soft curls pushed between His fingers and the opening
below called to him. He slipped inside, then met resistance. No wonder
she was such a match for him. She was almost as innocent as He was!
Not able to wait longer, He grabbed her from the tub. Dripping
with water she followed, anxiously awaiting their first time together.
He took her to His room, an honor not often allowed one so new. He set
her on the bed and showed her the position to stay in. Then he climbed
on with her.
Sherri closed her eyes and willed herself to ignore the hands
exploring her helpless body, but she had to react when he pinched her
nipples. Then his hand moved below the water and to her most private
parts. His fingers played with her pubic hair and then one shoved
inside her vagina. He pushed against her virginity for a second and a
huge smile lit his face. He pulled her to her feet and out of the tub.
The chill from the air tightened her nipples further as he led her to
a different room than before. This one was furnished, if spartenly,
and had pictures on the walls. One wall held Polaroid pictures of
young girls and women in various poses and states of undress, none
looked happy. Another wall had photos of an attractive woman and a man
in a wheelchair.
He pushed her on the bed and laid her on her back in the middle
of the mattress. One of his hands gripped her left leg and lifted it
high, then he made her hold it up with her hand. Then he motioned for
her to do the same with her right side. She was totally exposed to
him. Fresh tears made their way down her cheeks as he gazed at her for
a second and then got on the bed.
He knelt between her widespread legs and removed his shirt. She
closed her eyes, but a morbid fascination overtook her and she had to
watch as he pushed his pants and underwear to his knees. His penis was
much larger than Scott's, and she had been frightened of what his
would feel like. Now he leaned down and rubbed the mushroom shaped
knob against her, parting the virgin lips. Whimpers of fear escaped
her mouth but she couldn't close her eyes to the sight of him slipping
slowly into her. The big head disappeared and a feeling of fullness
came from her crotch. Then he pushed harder and as the sparse brown
hairs parted to take more, he reached her hymen. She screamed at the
pain as he fell on her, shoving himself through her defense.
Then he lay still, relishing the tightness around his manhood.
After a minute he turned his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He
sucked hard and started to chew on it. She couldn't help but cry out
in pain and that was when he started to move inside her. Slowly
building rhythm, he switched between breasts, turning both into mounds
of pain. His lips moved up to hers. She almost threw up again as his
tongue sliced along her mouth and forced it's way inside. He was
pistoning inside her now and his huge organ was hitting the back of
her vagina, making her jump and scream out on every downstroke.
Finally he buried himself deep and held still for what seemed like a
very long time. Sherri felt his cock jerking in her as he came.
Tears and sounds of joy escaped her as He brought her body to
it's full potential. Then, as he bit into her breast He was sure that
she had an orgasm. Father's teachings were always correct. Pain is the
way to a woman's heart. He lasted as long as he could, but finally
couldn't hold out any longer. He pounded into her, feeling the back of
her passage meet him on each stroke.
He was satisfied for the time being. Perhaps some rest before
continuing. He fastened her wrists to the cuffs on the headboard and
lay next to her, her chest as his pillow. He fell asleep quickly, but
even with a new hopeful at his side, the dreams found him.
He was almost as big as Her now, but that didn't change the way She treated him. He understood more now, too. The way She treated him was wrong. Even if he was a bad boy, even if She didn't love him. Then She caught him behind the house with Sally Graham. Sally showed him hers, a strange little cut in her body. When he took his out Sally told him that it went in hers. That grown-ups did it to feel good. Sally had her hand on it when Mother came around the corner. He'd never seen her so angry. She pushed her long hair back out her face and came after him. After She strapped his back and butt She told him to pull it out again. He knew better than to argue. When he did, the strap came down again. On his thing, on the little balls below. When he woke up, he was in the closet again. It was a long time before She let him out again. But when she did, Father pulled him aside and told him what to do.
After a sleepless time trapped under the restless, slobbering
head of her rapist, Sherri fell into a fitful sleep. Only to be woken
an hour later. He pulled her from the bed and led her down the hall.
He ignored any attempt to talk to him, finally looking at her and
telling her that she wasn't ready to speak with him yet. He gave her a
bowl of cereal and an orange to eat. She had forgotten how hungry she
was. She felt his eyes on her as she ate and by the end of the meal,
she was certain that he would rape her again right then. He led her
into another room. This one, meant to be a livingroom, was filled
with... she didn't know what they were. Contraptions made of metal and
wood.
He led her to one. Making her stand within it, he tied her arms
and legs to the frame. Then he went to the side and began turning a
crank. Her whole body began to move until she was positioned
horizontally, facing down. Her wrists and ankles were supporting all
her weight and began to protest immediately. Then he turned another
crank and her limbs began to stretch. A burning in her joints became
an inferno, and she screamed. She was sure that he was going to pull
her right apart. He finally stopped turning the handle and stepped
around to her head.
Do you understand why I do this yet? Do you feel the love
building inside you? She couldn't answer, even if she knew what he
wanted to hear, her voice was already hoarse from screaming. Now you
will begin to understand what most women never do. The connection
between pain and love. Before you leave here you and I will be great
lovers.
He brought a stool over to her head and stood on it. Grasping her
head, he pushed his hard member deep into her mouth. Whatever happens,
you better not bite me, he whispered in her ear. She didn't realize
that he was holding anything until the belt came down on her ass. She
somehow found the voice to scream again, muffled as it was by the
flesh invading her mouth. It came down again, wrapping around her
thigh. She sucked frantically on him, hoping that the whipping would
stop when he came. The belt whistled through the air and struck. It
laid a path straight down the crack of her ass and the tip struck
directly on the sensitive lips of her pussy. The sound that came from
her wasn't even human, but served to inflame him as her lips had not.
Thick, white cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat. Between
the pain of the belt and the relief of his orgasm she fell into a deep
dark hole.
She really was perfect. The marks that the belt left were
perfectly straight and perfectly red on her skin. Her eager mouth did
wonderful things to his manhood. But best of all was her reaction to
the pain. Her screams were right on pitch and most hopefuls before
didn't even remain conscious as long as she did. He was so excited
that He remained hard even after the tremendous orgasm in her mouth.
Moving around her still form He came to her other end to examine the
effect of the belt on her. Her body was soaked with sweat and long red
welts marked where the belt had traveled. But best of all was between
her long legs. The lips were swollen and bright red, almost to the
point of bursting and her little clit, hidden until now, was huge and
angry looking. The very tip of the belt must have struck right on.
Remembering that He was still hard, He brought around the stool
and began to push His way in. Even unconscious, the pain of His
entrance made her moan. Thrusting strongly for ten minutes, He finally
let go another small load deep in her. Pulling out, He went into the
kitchen to eat.
She came to a half hour later and, hearing her moans, He went to
her and whispered into her ear. Did you feel it, my darling? Did you
feel the love well up inside of you? She nodded her head gently.
Yes, this was going to be a very good one. Soon she would be
ready to meet Father. He sat down in a chair to watch her swinging
body, and was quickly deep in thought.
Father told him what to do. Go into the kitchen and get a heavy frying pan. Then, sneak up on Her and bring the pan down on Her head as hard as you can. While She is vulnerable, tie Her hands and feet with some clothesline. Use as much as you have to to keep Her from getting free. Then drag Her in here to me and we'll decide what to do. He waited until She was getting ready for bed. Peeking through Her door with the pan in his hand, he caught Her as She pulled Her shirt off and over Her head. The pan made a dull sound as it connected and She fell without a sound. Soon she was laid on the floor at Fathers feet, dressed in only the bra and panties that she hadn't removed or covered before being hit. Father had him pour cold water over her head to wake her. She sputtered and cursed but couldn't get free. They let her lay there and get used to her new situation. She had never been on the receiving end before. For the first time in years, Father smiled.
The next few days were a living hell. He left her strung up for
hours on end in constantly changing positions. When he did let her
down, she couldn't move anything, her muscles were so sore. He used
her constantly. Raping mouth or vagina whenever he got the slightest
erection. He whipped her without reason, often while whispering words
of endearment in her ear. Her large breasts held alot of his
attention. He really seemed to enjoy hitting or attaching things to
them. Once he put alligator clips on her nipples and jerked them off
while he raped her, licking up the blood. He filled her vagina with a
large assortment of things when he wasn't in it himself. One of his
favorites was a broom handle covered with sandpaper
Finally he took her down and laid her on the mattress that she
had first woken on. She didn't know it, but he let her sleep for 15
hours. She had learned to tell him that she loved him whenever the
situation and the pain let her talk. Perhaps if she did things that he
liked, he wouldn't hurt her as bad. When he finally woke her up, that
was how she greeted him.
He rubbed her, exploring the body that he already knew so well,
until he couldn't stand it anymore. Then he climbed between her legs.
Through the pain of the attack, she found the presence of mind to tell
him that she loved him, it seemed to quicken his orgasm. When he was
done he pulled her up and led her to the livingroom again. This time
he positioned her in a chair and tied her down. Compared to what he
had been doing, this was almost comfortable.
He walked into the kitchen and came out with an instrument of
some sort in his hand. She didn't know what it was, but as he
approached she could see that it was glowing with heat. You're going
to be leaving me soon, love, this will always remind you of our times
together and our love for each other. Then he laid it on her skin.
She was so good. He had never had one trained this quickly. But
mixed with the pride of accomplishment was the sadness that they would
soon part forever. It was always a bittersweet time, but now He was
pretty sure that the next one couldn't be so ready for him, would
probably be a let down.
She took the brand well. She screamed as it did it's work then
she fainted away. It would look perfect when it healed. A neat little
heart right on her stomach. He was careful when he lifted her up and
carried her to the mattress. He dressed the wound and, not being able
to resist her, gently made love to her.
She slept for a few more hours and then He dressed and led her
out of the room again for the final step. She had to meet Father.
Sherri was a mass of pain. If her muscles didn't hurt to walk,
then the chaffing between her legs did. Her throat was raw from
several days of screaming. The burn on her stomach hurt like hell
whenever she moved or breathed and she thought that her breasts might
never recover. But she would soon be free of this maniac. He told her
that she just had to meet his father and then she could go.
From a closet in the livingroom he brought out her new prom
dress, telling her to put it on. Pulling it over her head, she
discovered that she looked almost normal. Most of the abuse didn't
show outside of her brief dress never mind regular street clothes. Her
hair was dirty from sweat and she had no makeup on, but now she knew
that she could walk down a street without everyone knowing what had
happened to her.
He led her to a bedroom at the other end of the house. This room
was dark and with some shock Sherri saw that one wall held a one way
mirror that looked into the room where she had been tortured. Her mind
slipped for a moment. Images of what she must have looked like hanging
from that frame, being hurt and raped, filled her eyes.
The sound of her captor's voice drew her back to reality. ...man
responsible for everything that I know about women, my father. Now
come over and meet him, come on.
Sherri turned and looked into the dim. A man sat in a wheelchair
not five feet from her. He looked sickly and old, though he was
probably not more than forty-five. She stepped closer and then felt a
hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. The man in the chair
didn't move or say anything, if fact only his eyes appeared able to
move. His hands on the arms of the chair were impossibly thin and
brittle looking. An odor that she could only define as rotting
emanated from him. But his eyes, they could definitely move. She
almost felt them exploring her face and body.
Father, are you ready? Sherri noticed that his eyes nodded up and
down in response. The man reached down and gently pulled his father
into his arms. Taking him to a bed further in the shadows, he laid him
down. Her captor turned back to her. Now you will dance for us while
you slowly remove your dress.
The instructions brought a sob of horror from her lips. Until
now, all the pain and humiliation had been visited on her. But to
strip for them, to actively pleasure them... she would almost prefer a
beating. Almost.
Sherri stood and began to sway. She closed her eyes and silently
sang a song from one of her favorite groups. Swinging her hips to the
beat in her head, she reached up and slowly lowered a strap of her
gown. It fell down, revealing the top of one bruised breast almost to
the nipple. A moment later she reached for the other strap. It, too,
fell. The dress dropped down to her stomach, but she stopped it there.
Her breasts swayed with her, still hurting. The song continued, she
worked the fabric over her hips, pausing just above her pubic hair. It
puzzled her, but for some reason, even knowing that these two men had
seen every inch of her body for days now, she was embarrassed. Finally
she let it go, and the dress fell to her feet.
Now touch yourself like I touch you. Make love to yourself. Her
face burned with shame. She almost refused, but the lure of release
and the fear of punishment was too strong. She reached up and cupped
her breasts, pinching her sore nipples. The pain was bad, but she
didn't stop. Then one hand made it's way over her abdomen and crept
into her pubic bush. She had to spread her legs more to fit her hand.
She slowly inserted one finger into her raw vagina, the pain was so
bad that she had to pause often to allow the swollen membranes a
chance to adjust. Once in, she began to slowly move it in and out.
Finally after several minutes, she had to stop. The pain was just too
bad. She expected him to be angry. But he actually looked happy.
Her captor stood and walked over to her. He spoke quietly in her
ear. You will stay with father tonight. If you make him happy, you
will leave tomorrow. Then he turned and walked out the door, locking
it behind him.
Sherri stepped to the bed. She tried to stay calm, after
everything that she had been through surely she could handle this. Do
you want me to take off you clothes? The eyes nodded. She bent to the
task. It was harder than she would have thought to undress him, even
sick, he weighed more that she could easily move. She unbuttoned and
removed his shirt, his chest was sunken and barely moved when he
breathed. Somehow she worked his pants and underwear down and off. His
legs were as underdeveloped as his arms. His penis lay flaccid on his
thigh.
She was shaking with exertion and fear. He hadn't taken his eyes
off of her while she performed for and undressed him. If he wasn't
hard yet, maybe he wasn't able. What happened if she didn't please
him? Would they still let her go? She decided not to find out. Sherri
climbed on the bed, straddling his legs. The smell of decay was even
worse now, but somehow she ignored it and bent her head down to his
crotch.
Sherri's lips captured the soft flesh, working it into her mouth.
She used her tongue to caress it, as the other had made her do so
often over the last few days. Slowly she felt it start to fill out.
After several minutes it was long enough that she couldn't hold it all
in her mouth. She pumped her head up and down. Sucking him deep on the
downstrokes. She went this way for what seemed like forever. Suddenly
he came without warning. The unexpected, bitter fluid made her gag,
but she somehow kept it down.
Surprisingly, after his orgasm he didn't soften. Sherri looked in
his eyes. Are you satisfied? The eyes shook back and forth. Tears
sprang onto her cheeks. Please, I'm so sore, can I suck you again?
I'll make it really good. The eyes shook again.
Sobbing openly, Sherri moved forward and positioned herself over
his hard penis. Closing her eyes, she reached down and slowly lowered
herself onto him. The entrance was a fire in her crotch. Her swollen
lips didn't want to give in to the intruder. Finally, with a scream
that echoed in the room, she pushed down. She stayed there for several
minutes, waiting for the pain to recede. But it didn't. She realized
that she would have to move if she were to ever finish him off.
Steeling herself, she supported her body with her hands on either side
of his head and began to move. The pain emanating from her abused
vagina filled her brain. Somehow she continued to move, unconsciously
brushing her breasts across his face with each stroke. After an
eternity of torture she felt his penis jerk in her. Exhausted, she
fell onto his chest. Not able to bare the pain of removing his member
from her body, she fell asleep without getting off of him.
He watched her through an opening in the wall. He was so proud of
the team that they made. Yelling out her joy and love for them, she
lay gently on Father's chest. When she fell asleep, He made his way to
his own room and climbed onto the bed.
Mother hung naked in the doorway to her room. She had done very well today, making love to both He and Father for a long time. The blood running from between her legs was a testament to her abandonment to pleasure. Now He stood in front of her with the switch that He was so familiar with in His hand, looking at the slash marks across her breasts. She cried out whenever the switch struck her. It had been a long week for Him, but finally mother had realized her love for Them. Now whenever He asked, and often when he didn't, she would tell him. I love you, please don't hurt me anymore, I do love you, please. But He knew that He couldn't stop hurting her. That was the only time that they really loved you, Father said so.
Sherri woke in the morning. She hadn't even moved during the
night. The father was awake already, staring at her face. His soft
manhood was still in her and felt like the sandpaper when she pushed
herself up and off of him. Not able to bear looking at the decrepit
man that she had been forced to please the night before, she covered
him with a blanket and was putting her dress on when the door opened.
He took her to the kitchen, every step a nightmare of pain in her
crotch. After a small breakfast he gave her some pills to take, saying
that they would help the pain. She gobbled them down. Then she was led
back to "her" room. She sat on the mattress and for the first time in
days considered what it would be like to go home. And Scott, what
would he think and say to her. Would he want someone in her condition?
Only a few days ago she was a virgin, looking forward to her first
time with the guy she loved. Now she felt like a piece of raw meat.
She fell into a drugged sleep without even knowing it.
He slipped himself into her for the last time. The swollen lips
held Him tightly, as if they knew that they would never feel His love
again. After He came, He gently wrapped her in a blanket and took her
to the van. Laying her on the floor, He opened the cover again to look
at her. For the first and last time, He kissed her. He would keep the
dress as a reminder.
When she woke it was dark around her. Sherri heard the sounds of
the city and tried to get up to see where she was, but a dirty hand
reached out of the shadows to push her back. It was then that she
noticed that she was naked, the still painful brand the only unnatural
thing on her. There was a rustling and a man dressed in layers of
grubby clothes lay on her. His knees pushing her bruised thighs apart.
A hand covered her mouth as he entered her, preventing her scream from
penetrating the walls around them. As he pumped, he told her the
rules. When he was done, another man sat on her chest. Tearfully, she
opened her mouth.
He got home and took care of Father. They discussed the last
Chosen One for a long time, both deciding that she was the best one in
a long time. They would be very lucky to ever get another of her
quality again. But they had to try. Would anyone else devote a
lifetime to teaching women how to love?
Mother died after only a year, but in that time He had learned her full capacity for love. Father was sad for a while until He got the idea to bring other women to love them. They could teach them and then send them out into the world to teach others. What a beautiful place the world could be with just a little more love.
*Epilogue*
After over a week of police and doctors, the dance was a welcome
relief. Even if she couldn't move comfortably enough to dance yet. The
other kids tried not to stare at their lost and now found classmate,
and wondered what had happened to her. One of the more gossipy girls
claimed to have seen huge bruises on her thighs when she sat down in
class. Sherri ignored any stares or rumors and tried to get her life
back. That night, over Scott's objections, she insisted that they
follow through with their original plans. But in the motel room, she
couldn't help looking over Scott's arched back for someone else.
A boy who's father was a police officer managed to sneak off some
copies of pictures and reports taken at the hospital. But he kept them
to himself, only taking them from under his mattress for his own use.
In the long run Sherri and Scott didn't work out, but there were
other fish in the sea. In fact, a cute boy did ask her out a month
later. She thought that she might feel safer with him anyway, his
father was a cop.
Judy woke in an almost bare room. The young redhead tried to move
but felt too sick. The door opened and a man came in. He was holding
what looked to be an evening gown. Hanging the dress on a nail in the
wall, he stepped over to the mattress and spoke softly. If you are
really ready to learn then you might get to wear this someday soon.
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