Twisted Descent

Chapter 1 - Kumiko

Today was the day! She would be coming soon. I had waited for what seemed like forever for this day to come. Ever since I first saw her picture on the web, I knew that I just had to meet her. More than meet her, I knew that I had to have her. I had to own her and possess every square inch of her. That first picture of her looking into the camera, with her cute heart shaped face, her small lilting smile and large blue eyes made my heart thunder in my chest. Before I knew it, I had sent the first email inquiring about her status and the rest, as they say was history.

For the last three months, I was in mental agony. Even my co-workers noticed a distinct change in my behavior. I had become jittery, anxious and somewhat more animated than usual. Many of my co-workers had speculated that my behavior must be related to a woman. I didn’t try to dissuade any of the speculations. If they only knew how close and how far they were from the truth!

No one in my family noticed anything different though. Of course, that was because I didn’t have any family. I was the only child to a middle class couple. My parents died the year I graduated from university. I was all alone, with no friends, no relatives, and more importantly, no love life.

I had my job though. At the time my parents died, I had just been hired as a junior programmer in a consulting firm. That job had lasted for a few years. I had impressed my superiors with the way I tended to throw myself into my projects with little or no consideration for socializing. I probably would still be there if the firm had not been bought out by a larger company. I had the option of staying with the new amalgamated firm but I chose a package instead. I jumped from one company to another for a several years after that. I guess I was searching for something, but I just didn’t know what.

That what, I now know, is companionship. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I don’t even have friends. Casual acquaintances yes, but no one I would really consider a friend. My mind shifted backwards a bit. While growing up, I had a difficult childhood. I had no siblings, and hence, no one I could really talk to. At school, I was the one that everyone bullied. Even the class wimp had bullied me! Looking back, I realize now that it was because I had never fought back, had never joined in in any of the school activities, and had never really cared. That, I guess, was my real problem. I just didn’t care. School was just part of the boring daily routine that I had gotten used to. Once I got home, I would do my homework as quickly as possible while my parents collapsed onto a couch and turned on the TV. Since I got fairly good grades, they felt that they didn’t have to get involved. When some kid stole my lunch money, they never knew about it. I became good at hiding part of my lunch money away so that I rarely went hungry.

High school had been better. There, the kids had mostly just left me alone. Most of the kids were more concerned about getting into a clique of some sort that they hadn’t paid any attention to anyone who wasn’t trying to do the same. I had sat at the back of the class and never volunteered for anything. It worked out for me actually. I just wanted to be left alone, and I was. I had even purposely dumbed down my assignments and tests so that I wouldn’t be in the top of the class, just so that I wouldn’t get noticed. Again, school was just another routine I followed.

University had gotten even easier. I had gone to an out of town university and there, no one cared who you were. Not even the professors. You were just another empty face, just another number. It didn’t matter if you excelled or failed because no one cared. I loved my years in university. I didn’t have to try to hide anymore. I had ended up spending most of my time in the library and in the computer labs.

Everything changed the year I graduated. I had just gotten a letter of offer from DIDO Consulting Ltd when my parents died. They were driving their big brawny SUV across an intersection when their SUV was T-boned by another brawny SUV trying to run the red light. They say that my mother died instantly from that impact and when their SUV was pushed into the path of a tractor trailer, my father died right after.

The funeral was just a hazy set of images in my memory. I vaguely remember the closed caskets, the flowers, the well wishers with their condolences and my own utter lack of emotions. I think my lack of emotion had concerned several people, but again, I didn’t care. My parents and I were never close. I think that in many ways, they may have resented my presence because it interfered with the kind of lifestyle that they wanted to have. As I grew older and better able to take care of myself, they were finally able to live their dreams. I was often left alone when they took their frequent trips out of the country. In the end, I was truly alone when they took that final trip together and I was once again left out.

In their will, I had been left with everything. I had the house, the second car, as well as a large cottage outside of the city. I kept the house and the car, but I sold the cottage at a very decent price. What did I need a cottage for anyway? My parents had left me with enough money that I didn’t have to work for a very long time. The only problem was I didn’t know what to do with that time. So, I went to work for DIDO Consulting Ltd.

DIDO Consulting Ltd was a small company, so interaction with other people was almost a requirement. I guess I got lucky in that my manager realized that I was uncomfortable around other people and had kept me cloistered in my little cubicle, hammering away at one project after another. I rarely participated in any of the company functions, and in fact, when the company closed down, more than one person was surprised to see me when I finally cleaned out my cubicle. Many people didn’t even know that I worked there.

I had changed jobs a lot after that. Even though I didn’t need money all that badly, I had needed some kind of routine to fill my days. A couple of years ago, my manager from DIDO had tracked me down and offered me a lucrative opportunity. I would work for him at the company that he was working at, and he would make sure that I would be left alone to do my job. It was an arrangement that worked fine. I did most of the work on the projects that he had, and he got most of the credit. That was an arrangement that had worked really well for the both of us.

Three months ago though, I saw something that changed my life. My mind shifted forward to the picture that changed my life. The picture of that beautiful flawless face haunted my dreams ever since. I had taken the day off today because I wanted to be home to properly greet her. I had spent the morning cleaning up the house and I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. She was here!

I opened my front door and there was a large brown truck parked on my driveway. A man in brown overalls stood impatiently outside with a large electronic clipboard.

“I gotta a delivery for a Mr. Nelson Doskins,” said the man with a bored tone.

“That’s me!” I said with barely contained enthusiasm.

“Sign here.” The man passed the electronic clipboard over to me and I hastily scribbled my signature.

The man grunted a thank you and then went back to his truck. He opened the back door and hopped up. There sound of whining hydraulics as he flipped the ramp down into a horizontal position and then disappeared into the back of his truck. He reappeared moments later with a large box on a two wheel trolley. He flipped a switch and the ramp lowered to the ground amid more sounds of whining hydraulics.

“Where ya wan’ it?”

I was a bit disconcerted because I had not expected such a large box. I walked into my driveway and punched in the code for my garage. “In here,” I said.

The man pushed the box into my garage and then lowered his trolley with a loud thump. I tried not to wince as I internally hoped that the contents were ok. I had waited too long for something to go wrong now!

The man left without another word after that. I belatedly wondered if I was supposed to tip him, but his truck squealed out of my driveway before I could articulate a question. The box looked forbidding. It was over six feet tall and four feet wide. There was no way I could get this box though my door and into my house. I guess I would have to open it here in the garage. I opened the door that led into my house and pushed the button that closed the garage door. I didn’t need any curious neighbors peeking in when I opened the box!

I came back with an Exacto knife and carefully slit the box along its taped seams. Maybe I was being too careful, but considering what was inside, I didn’t want to take too many chances. There sure were an awful lot of seams though!

When I had finally cut all the seams, I slowly opened the box. A ton of foam packing chips spilled out of the box and onto my garage floor but I barely noticed them. I only had eyes for one thing.

She was wrapped in shipping plastic, but her face was still clearly visible. It was the same heart shaped face with the clear blue eyes that had so captured my attention and imagination. With my knife, I carefully slit the plastic and more of her became clear. Her hair was midnight black and depending on how the light hit it, it looked almost blue. Her blue eyes were rare on a face that was so clearly Asian, but that was one of the things that had appealed to me. Her body was slender but rounded in all the right places, such that the rather conservative outfit she was wearing looked sexy and demure at the same time.

There were several retaining straps holding her in place and with hands that were shaking with excitement, I carefully cut those straps too. All of a sudden, she seemed to lunge out of the box and fall into my arms. My knife clattered on the floor as I unconsciously wrapped both arms around her.

So soft!

Oh. My. God.

My heart beat like a steel base drum. Her hair had a soft pleasant scent. Her breasts pushed in against my chest and I thought I could detect two distinct points as well. The garage seemed to be spinning and it was a moment later that I realized that it was me who was spinning around, with her in my arms.

Feeling somewhat dizzy, I carried her over to the back of the garage and leaned her against the wall. Then I turned my attention to the other things that had been packed in the box. There was a stand that I managed to assemble in a matter of minutes without even looking at the instructions – which were all in Japanese anyway.

I brought the stand into the house and set it down in the living room. Then I ran back into the garage and picked her up again and brought her into the house. I had planned this moment for months. I had wanted to carry her in the way I would carry a new bride, but in my excitement, I forgot all those plans. She didn’t weigh much. I remember reading that she was supposed to be almost 50 pounds but I carried her as if she weighed nothing. I propped her up on her stand. She was short, just over five feet, but she seemed to have a presence about her that made her seem larger. Her name was Kumiko and at that moment, she was the love of my life.

“Welcome to my home,” I said formally. All of Kumiko’s joints were designed to be able to hold poses. I raised her arms up and bent her elbows. Every time my fingers touched her skin though, I felt as if a small electric shock was jolting through me. I leaned in and put her bent arms around my body and hugged her tightly. It was the single most wonderful moment in my life. I found that just holding her like that had finally calmed my nerves down. My hands no longer shook and my heart slowed to a more standard beat. I could still feel those two little hard points in the centre of her breasts though and when I finally realized what I was feeling; I began to feel a different sort of excitement.

I pulled out of her embrace and glanced down at the front of my pants. “I’m sorry,” I said sheepishly. “You’re so beautiful that I just can’t help myself!”

Kumiko didn’t say anything but her lilting smile forgave me of my unintentional indiscretion. I looked her up and down and really noticed her outfit. She was wearing a demure white blouse and a black skirt that reached down to mid-thigh. Silky black stockings covered her legs and her feet. That was when I noticed that she did not have any shoes on. I picked her up again and sat her down on my leather couch. Then I ran back into the garage. I unloaded the rest of the box. When I had ordered Kumiko on-line, I had made sure to order all the available accessories for her as well. Some of the things had made me blush, but most of the items were standard clothing. I knew that I could always go out and buy her more clothes in the future, but I wanted Kumiko to have everything that she needed right away.

I carried everything into the living room and sorted through the accessories until I found what I was looking for. I picked them up almost reverently, knelt down at Kumiko’s feet and slipped the black leather high heel shoes onto her feet. She was perfect!

My stomach growled just then and I belatedly remembered that I haven’t had a bite to eat all day. I put a frozen pizza into the oven and while it was cooking, I carried Kumiko into the kitchen and sat her down on one of the chairs. I sat down opposite of her and just looked into her mysterious eyes.

The oven dinged and I was shocked to discover that twenty minutes had passed and I hadn’t even realized it. I took the pizza out and carefully sliced it. I took out two plates and placed a slice of pizza in front of Kumiko. Then I virtually attacked my piece. I ate three pieces before I realized that Kumiko had not touched her piece.

“Not hungry?” I asked her. “I’m sorry for eating like a pig. I hadn’t eaten all day because I was just too excited. I promise to be neater in the future.”

Kumiko didn’t say anything but her head had tilted to the side and her smile seemed broader. I was relieved. Kumiko didn’t seem to be offended by my apparent lack of table manners.

I got up and started to move all of her things upstairs. I had prepared one of the empty rooms for her, but as I looked in the barren room, I realized that it was unfair for her to stay in it all by herself. So, I carried her things into the master bedroom and moved my essentials out. Then I went back downstairs and carried Kumiko up and placed her in a sitting position on the bed.

“You can stay here from now on,” I said to her. She just smiled at me but didn’t say anything.

I don’t know why but I was suddenly feeling a bit nervous. I tried to hide my nervousness by turning on the plasma TV and then sat down on the bed to watch it with Kumiko. I don’t know what we watched but eventually, my eyes grew heavy. That was when the reason for my nervousness became apparent.

“Um, Kumiko, it’s time to go to sleep. Would you mind if I changed you into your pajamas?”

Though Kumiko didn’t say anything, her eyes seemed to say yes. With shaking fingers, I started to undress her. As my fingers unbuttoned her blouse, I tried to ignore how soft her breasts felt. I tried my best not to touch them, but it was impossible to avoid them entirely. Under her blouse, she had a lacy white bra. I had to reach around her to unclip them, and it took me several tries before I managed it. Her skin was so soft! As I pulled the bra off, her breasts came into view. I tried. I really really tried to not look, but I failed. Her breasts were in a word, beautiful. I had seen lots of pictures of naked women, either in magazines or on the web, but they were nothing compared to Kumiko.

I finally managed to pull my eyes away from her breasts and looked into her eyes instead. In her eyes, I didn’t see any mocking, and she didn’t seem offended. I gave her an apologetic half smile and then pulled her pajama top over her.

Somehow, and I’m not sure how, I managed to take off Kumiko’s skirt, stockings, garters and shoes. The last article of clothing to remove was her pearly white panties. That was when I stopped. Did women wear their underwear to sleep? I had no idea. I reached down to remove her panties but my hands stopped on their own accord as soon as I touched them. I couldn’t do it! I looked up into her face and again saw no sign of mocking. Instead of removing her panties, I gently laid her down on the bed and pulled the comforter over her. Her eyes closed automatically. I remembered that this was one of her features. Her eyes would automatically close when she was lying down, but would instantly open up again under certain other circumstances. I quickly pushed that thought out of my head. I couldn’t bring myself to think of those circumstances just yet!

I got up and said, “Goodnight Kumiko. Sleep well.”

I turned off the light and closed the door. Then, I washed up in the main bathroom and before I turned in for the night, I cleaned up the kitchen. I would leave the garage clean up for another day. I was suddenly feeling too tired. As I lay down in my bed, I realized that I was feeling something that I had not felt very often in my life. I was feeling happy! The loneliness that had so permeated my life seemed to have lessened somewhat. It was nice to have someone else in the house. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.