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The Collapse - 1
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
***
In a post-American future a young woman sells herself
into slavery to save her family from starvation. (MF-
teens, nc, reluc, 1st, oreg, bd)
***
Author's note: Christie c.2012. Comments may be sent
to csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk - All characters involved in
sexual activity are 18 years of age. Nitpickers please
accept that the narrative is first person from the
point of view of the main character and that the
grammar is exactly as I intended it to be. This is a
work of fiction set into the future and has nothing to
do with anyone, anything, or anyplace in the real
world.
***
December 21, 2073
When I was a little girl my mother used to show me her
collection of old currency sometimes and it always
amazed me when she'd try to convince me of how much
they were supposed to be worth. No matter how much she
tried she could not convince me that some fancy piece
of paper was worth as much as real money. As I got
older I would learn how the whole world had once
traded worthless paper and figures on computers as if
they had actual value and that when that system
eventually broke it led to the Collapse.
Seems the world's big countries and their banks had
been making all sorts of this phony money and one day
the international banking system stopped working. The
stories I hear vary depending on who tells them, but
most people agree that it was Germany that started the
Collapse when the Germans one day refused to take the
phony money for payment on things. They wanted gold or
silver or palladium if anyone wanted to buy from them.
In the United States several states followed suit and
implemented the same policy over the protests of the
Federal government. Things just snowballed from there
and at the end of that week there were very few people
left in the world who would accept paper money or
computer money for payment on anything.
The whole big world changed that week. A bunch of wars
broke out and some countries used nuclear weapons on
other countries and some countries even used them on
their own people. At the end of it all there were a
bunch of countries that were not countries anymore
because their governments could not stand after the
Collapse. Some of the names that passed into the
history books were China, Indonesia, India, Brazil,
Argentina, Russia, and the United States, to name a
few. Famines followed the Collapse and the wars and
then plagues spread, too. Five years after the
Collapse the world had only three billion people left.
Ten years later there were only two billion.
Trade and distribution systems that had lasted from
the days of the Hanseatic League failed with the
Collapse and contributed to the intensity of the wars,
famines, and plagues as food and medicines became rare
in most of the world. My mother's family did okay
because my grandparents had planned for the Collapse.
Momma used to say that Grandpa had been a very careful
man and that he gave a lot of thought to planning for
his family. He had bought a place in the Nevada desert
and quietly built our home there. Momma says she grew
up in Palo Alto and sometimes she'd show me pictures
of what it had looked like and she'd show me pictures
of holidays where the family had all sorts of food on
the table. I can't imagine the pictures are real.
Who'd ever have that much food?
Anyway, Grandpa built our home into a mountain in the
Nevada desert and he'd hidden it from the outside so
only people who knew where it was could find it. We
still keep it secret from outsiders because you can't
ever trust outsiders. I remember we once had a family
show up asking for water and when one of the men went
to get it for them the little boy from the family shot
him. We kept their baby and one of the men took their
girl who was older than me but the rest of that family
got killed. I got a book with pictures of old Europe
from their truck and I still have it. Italy was really
pretty. Hate to think what it looks like now.
Other than that one family that accidentally found us
we don't get visitors and we also don't get bandits
like the fortified towns deal with all the time. I've
been out scavenging and seen bandits but that was a
long way from the family home. I have also seen
militia a few times but never up close. People around
here talk a lot about the big battle between the
militia and the bandits up in Elko a few years back
and they're all happy about it because you don't see
as many bandits anymore.
Daily life for us included getting water from the
well, dusting the solar panels that were hid way up on
the mountain, taking care of the gardens inside the
caves, cooking, cleaning, and such. Mostly we younger
people were all happy and it was the older people who
were sometimes sad and missing the way things used to
be. They missed cities and shopping malls and driving
cars. Myself, I can't imagine being around so many
people like they used to have. That would scare the
hell out of me! What did people do back then when
someone got sick? Did the whole city get sick too? It
makes you wonder. But our life is really good.
For me I suppose I should say that it was good.
As I was getting older Grandpa once said to me that I
was pretty. Then he said, "Being pretty in hard times
is a blessing and a curse. I always hope it's a
blessing for you, baby."
At the time I didn't understand him. But I learned
what he meant.
This one year we lost our whole potato crop in just a
few days. The plants would wither and just a few hours
later they turned black.
Grandpa called it 'The Blight' and said some stuff
about Ireland and he also told us not to eat any of
the bad potatoes. It took us a couple weeks of hard
work to clean out the gardens to get all the infected
soil out and then start bringing in fresh dirt to make
new soil. It would still be a year or two before we
would have another potato crop. It meant we would
starve.
It was six months after the Blight hit us that Grandma
died and then just a week after that one of my cousins
lost her baby. All from starvation. I was feeling it,
too. My dress fit on me looser than before and my hair
was starting to get kind of thin in places. Some of
the men talked about it and made the decision to go to
Elko to see what they could buy. Where I was actually
stronger than some of the men at that point I
volunteered to go along to help however I could.
One of the things that Grandpa had put away in a cave
was a big old truck he called a 'deuce and a half' and
it got used when we had really big things to carry.
This got prepared for the trip to Elko and the battery
got fixed up in a day or so charging on the solar and
then we left. It was only my second trip ever to Elko
and it was and is the biggest city I have ever been
to. It took us six hours to get there and I enjoyed
every minute of it! The cool winter air felt nice
blowing by and it was so nice to see the new mountains
and all. Walking that far would have taken ten or
maybe even fifteen days and it was just amazing to go
that far so fast! I wished we could use the truck more
often.
When we got to Elko we had to stop at the city gates
to be searched to make sure we were not bandits. The
guards asked us about our guns and the men traded
ammunition back and forth which is a way of saying
you're friendly these days. We drove to the market and
at the market it was incredible to see so many people!
There must have been three hundred people there! The
smells of fresh bread and cooking meat were so
torturous after spending so many months hungering for
just a potato. The women had nice clothes and the men
were all mostly clean. You could tell that they were
eating well because no one was thin like we were.
Grandpa and some of the men went off to do some
trading and I was allowed to walk around with a couple
of the women. I wanted to go see the bakery just to
look. They had all these hot loaves of bread sitting
out and my stomach was growling with the smell of it
all. I imagined that food like this must cost a
fortune. All I had were the three silver dimes I found
one time scavenging a wrecked car near Fallon.
"Hiya, honey!" said the baker, "What can I do you
for?"
"Oh, I was just looking at your bread. It looks so
amazing but it must cost twenty dollars each!"
The baker laughed at me, "Sweetheart, I've never seen
a twenty dollar gold piece around here! You flatter me
with your compliments! And for your compliments you
can have three loaves for a real dime."
All of that wonderful bread for a dime?
I handed over one of my dimes and the women with me
shrieked with joy as I handed each of them a loaf.
They ran back to the truck to share their bounty with
their men, leaving me alone at the bakery. I tore off
a bit of the bread and savored it in my mouth before
swallowing. It wasn't long after that when half of the
loaf had disappeared. I hadn't been this full in
months. As I was basking in the glow of my sated
stomach a pang of guilt hit me as I realized that I'd
just eaten enough food to feed three other people. I
went back into the baker and handed over my two
remaining dimes and in return he gave me seven loaves
of the hot bread. When I got back to the truck it
seemed that a few people had bought different things
and we ended up having a little feast with some left
over, too.
When Grandpa got back to the truck he didn't seem so
happy. He ate and that helped him a bit but then he
explained that the man he wanted to buy corn from had
asked for more gold than we had and that we were going
to have to figure something out. After eating Grandpa
took a nap, something he was doing a lot of as he got
older, and the men sat around and talked.
About an hour later a stranger walked up to us. He was
dressed in really nice, clean clothes and his boots
were shiny. He spoke to some of the men and then came
closer to talk to Grandpa.
Standing up Grandpa spoke to him, "Hi, Mr. Evans. What
can I do for you?" Grandpa didn't sound so happy as he
said this.
"Well," said the man, "I was thinking that if you
didn't have a hundred in gold that maybe you might
have something else we could trade on. I'd feel bad if
you people were to starve but I can't just give you
the corn because that'd be bad for business, you
understand, right?"
Grandpa nodded.
Casting a glance at our truck he said, "Yeah, the
truck won't do for me. What else you got?" He started
looking around again and then his eyes settled on me.
"Oh, now this looks promising." He walked towards me.
"Edwin," he said to Grandpa, "is this here young lady
one of yours?"
"That she is. Why?"
The man looked at me like I was one of the loaves of
bread at the bakery.
"Because, Edwin, I'm willing to take this here girl of
yours and then let you load your truck with whatever
you can carry on it, that's why."
I saw the pain in Grandpa's eyes as he stood on his
pride. "No, sir, I'm sorry but Amy isn't for sale."
The man looked at me some more before saying, "That's
a shame Edwin. After you people starve she won't be
worth much to anyone, now will she?"
A lot of thoughts ran through my mind over what was
going on here. This man was talking about buying me
from my family. Momma had told me that before the
Collapse that slavery had been banned but then after
the Collapse that it had come back in places where no
one really cared. I guess Elko was one of those
places. Still, what the man was offering to my family
was easily two years' worth of corn. That enough to
see them through until the potatoes could be counted
on again.
I spoke up and all that came out was a croak.
The man looked at me. "What'd you say girl? Spit it
out!"
I swallowed and then said, "It's a deal. I'll go with
you."
Mr. Evans smiled.
That was followed by an argument between me and my
Grandpa which ended after an hour with me telling
Grandpa that if I didn't do this that I was going to
die anyway. He knew that I was right and we hugged for
a while and he told me that he loved me and that my
mother was going to be heartbroken.
We parted and Mr. Evans told us to meet him at his
warehouse where the deal would be concluded. I sat
with Grandpa in the truck as we drove to the warehouse
and I mostly just cried the whole way. Grandpa did,
too. Arriving at the warehouse the truck was backed up
to the loading dock. I got out of the truck and as I
stepped up on the dock near Mr. Evans he nodded to his
men and they started to load up the truck. In thirty
minutes the truck was filled to overloaded and Mr.
Evans even had his men fill the truck's fuel tanks for
the trip home. The way he was so generous I could see
he felt he got the best part of the bargain.
When it was time for Grandpa to go he hugged me and
told me that he loved me and then just turned and got
into the truck. I was just crying the whole time and I
don't think I really said much of anything to him. The
truck started up and bucked as it tried to move the
huge load and then it got going, turned a corner, and
was gone. A few seconds later I couldn't even hear it
anymore.
Taking me by the arm Mr. Evans said to me, "C'mon
girl, we got some business to take care of now."
We walked from the warehouse down the street a ways
and came to the courthouse. We walked into the clerk's
office and Mr. Evans rang the bell on the desk.
A nice enough looking woman came out from an office
and said, "Robert! Good afternoon, to what do I owe
the pleasure of your company today?"
"Seems I need to record a purchase I just made. Think
you can help me with that?"
She smiled. You could tell they knew each other. "So
tell me what you have?"
He nodded at me. "That's what I bought."
"Okay, the usual ten year indenture?"
"Nope," he took another look at me, "this one's a
keeper."
She turned around and picked up a big red ledger.
Opening it she said, "Good then, we always like that
kind of business around here. Twenty dollars in gold
up front and I'll get the paperwork done. Did you
bring your brand?"
He nodded.
"Good. Now let's see the color of your money."
He pulled out a gold coin and put it on the counter.
The woman picked it up and scratched it on a piece of
slate and then looked at the mark it left.
"Looks good to me."
She wrote up some paperwork and then turned on a holo
camera and aimed it at me and then spoke to me.
"Sweetie, you understand you're on holo right?"
I nodded and said yes.
"Good. And you also acknowledge that you are entering
into this business arrangement of your own free will
and you understand the complete contract that you are
entered into, is that correct? If so, say yes."
"Yes."
She smiled and looked at Mr. Evans, "Bob, you got
yourself a slave. You be nice to her now, okay?"
"Of course, I will."
She came around the counter and walked up to me and
took some sort of thing from Mr. Evans that looked
like a flashlight but with a small tip.
"Hold still honey." She said this as she held me by
the neck and pressed the flashlight thing into the
other side of my neck. The pain was indescribable as
it burned into my skin! She pulled back and put a wet
cloth on the burn. "Bob, you be sure to put something
on this so she don't get infected, you hear?"
"Yes ma'am."
Taking me by the arm he tipped his hat at the clerk
and walked me out the door.
"Amy, you're my legal property now and that brand says
you're mine, you understand that right?"
"Yes I do"
"And if you run away from me then I'll consider your
grandpa in breach of contract and I'll take it out of
his ass, you got that?"
"Yes." I said.
He slapped me. Hard.
"Yes, SIR, Amy!"
My bells had been rung and I just mumbled, "Yes, sir."
He took my hand and walked me over to a car that he
had waiting. He opened the back door and put me in and
he said something to me but I didn't really hear it.
He got in the front seat started the motor and we
drove for about an hour before we pulled up to what
looked like an old-fashioned fortress. There were a
couple of towers and you could see some big guns on
them there were some other things around the property
that looked like weapons too. As we drove up to the
gate it opened on its own, letting us enter the main
yard of the fortress. As soon as we were inside I
could hear the gate close. He pulled the car into a
garage, turned off the motor, and got out. Opening the
back door he told me to get out too.
"Welcome home," he said, "this is where I live and
this is where you're going to live from now on. I hope
you like it because you really have no choice about
that."
As we walked out of the garage I noticed a couple of
armed men walking around and I also saw some women and
children.
As if he knew what I was thinking Mr. Evans said,
"There're a few families living here. They're the
families of my men and some of them are slaves like
you. They sold themselves to me and in return I take
good care of them and they do some work for me. I have
other ideas for you so don't think that you have to
live in one of the shacks like the rest of the slaves
do."
We walked up to a large metal door that had like a
peephole next to it. Mr. Evans looked into the
peephole and then the door opened revealing a long
hallway. It was about fifty feet long and it came to
another door at the end. He put his eye up to the
peephole there and that door opened, as well.
Going inside I was kind of shocked. Where the outside
was all concrete and metal and rock, the inside looked
like a very nice house with wood on the walls, nice
carpets, furniture like I had never seen before, and
most of all it was the cleanest place I had ever seen
in my life. While I was looking around an older woman,
maybe eighty -years old, entered the room.
"Welcome home sir," she said to Mr. Evans, "how may I
help you?"
"Maggie, this here is Amy and as you can see from my
mark on her neck she will be staying with us for a
while. I'd like you to get her cleaned up, get her
some fresh clothes, and then take these filthy rags of
hers outside and burn them. Burn the shoes too. She
won't be needing shoes anymore."
"Yes sir."
And with that Maggie took me by the arm and we left
the room. The first thing she did was to have me strip
off all my clothes and shoes.
Looking over me she said that I didn't look too bad
for desert trash. I would've been insulted if I didn't
agree with her about that trash part. She had me get
into a small room that was covered in the most
beautiful tiles and she showed me some handles on the
wall and told me to turn on the shower. I had no idea
what she was talking about. She had to show me how to
use the shower and I thought it was just amazing to
see hot water come out of the wall like that. The burn
from my brand stung a lot at first, but then the water
slowly made it feel a little better. There was a bar
of real soap in the shower and I figured that I was
supposed to use it. I washed everything and I washed
everywhere.
When I was washing my hair I was pleased to see the
usual collection of bugs being washed away. I ended up
staying in the shower so long that Maggie had to come
get me and tell me to get out. She handed me a cloth
and told me it was called a towel and I dried myself
off with it. It was so amazingly soft and it felt so
good on my skin.
After getting out of the shower Maggie had me turn
around for her so she could see me. She went, "Tsk,
tsk."
"Girl, have you never shaved your legs and your
armpits?"
I was shocked at the suggestion. "Of course not. Who
would?"
She snickered. "You would, that's who. And you're
going to right now and don't even think of arguing
with me about it."
It took a while to figure out how to use the lazor
that Maggie made me learn how to use it and she made
sure that my armpits and my legs were shaved smooth
when I got done. It was after I got done with the
shaving that she put some ointment on my brand and
then put a bandage on it.
"Give it a few days and it'll heal up just fine. "
She followed that up by combing out my hair and she
told me all about my new home while she was doing
that.
"I think you're going to do just fine here Amy. Mr.
Evans is a pretty good man and he takes good care of
everybody. Even us slaves. He used to have a wife but
she died some years ago in having a baby. The baby
didn't last long after it was born and if you had seen
that baby you would know that it was a merciful death.
Anyhow, Mr. Evans runs cattle and he trades in
foodstuffs and guns and a bit of whatever he can find
that's worth a damn. God bless him, he only takes
slaves for himself so none of us ever have to worry
about being sold. But if you run away and he catches
you he'll bury you for sure as a lesson to the rest of
us."
She went on to tell me about how she had been a clerk
at a place called a casino in Reno before the
Collapse. She told me the place had lights and bells
and it was fancy and how there were rich people just
like Mr. Evans gambling their money at this place.
Thousands of rich people! It was hard for me to
believe that so many people would gamble away their
money that someone could make a business on it. It
just didn't seem believable to me. I mean I had had me
three silver dimes and I hung on to them for almost
five years before I bought that bread in Elko. How
could rich people just give away their money? At the
same time, I knew she wasn't lying about it.
Going on, she told me that when the Collapse first
started that most people in Reno just could not
believe that the old ways were over. She said there
were people shooting and killing trying to steal the
old paper money as if it was worth anything anymore.
She said the old habits just died real hard. Even now
years and years after the Collapse she said that when
she would see some old money she could not help but
pick it up. She told me she must have a million
dollars in paper money in her room. All of it
worthless. She went on to say that about a month into
the Collapse she decided that it was time to get out
of Reno. She packed up her car and her cat and went
east on Highway 80 until she got to Elko. That was
where she ran out of fuel and it's also where she got
hungry. She met a rancher who took her in and after a
while he was like her husband.
She said they lived a good life together but when he
died she had no rights to anything of his and that
left her old and out on the street. Mr. Evans took her
in but under the condition that she agreed to be a
slave. She did and she said that Mr. Evans had been a
good owner all of that time. I think she was trying to
convince me that Mr. Evans would be a good owner for
me too.
After she got done with my hair she trimmed my
fingernails and then did my toenails. After that she
had me put on some hand cream which felt wonderful,
and then she had me put on my very first perfume. It
smelled like flowers and I thought it was so wonderful
that it made me smell like flowers. She left the
bathroom for a moment and then came back with a very
soft robe that she had me put on. The robe was made
out of the same stuff the towel was made out of that
was the softest thing I had ever worn. I was so used
to wool dresses that always itched my skin. I remember
thinking that it would've been nice if I had been born
a slave instead of being born poor like I was.
Maggie then led me to a place she called the dining
room. It had a big table with a lot of chairs around
it and one chair had a plate with some forks and
knives and things around it. She asked me if I knew
how to use them and I said yes then she asked me which
one was the salad fork and laughed when I didn't know.
It took me an hour to learn what all of that stuff was
for and I was kind of happy when Maggie said that I
was a good student.
"Mr. Evans is going to be along for dinner real soon
and you're going to have dinner with him. You're not
going to slurp your soup, you're not going to wolf
down your food, you're going to keep your elbows off
that table, and you're not going to speak to Mr. Evans
unless he speaks to you first. You got that Amy?"
"Yes ma'am, I do."
She nodded her head at me and then left the room. I
don't really recall how long I sat there before Mr.
Evans showed up but it was a while. I had time to
think about how my day had started and how my day was
now ending. When Mr. Evans showed up he was still busy
with work and he was talking to one of his men who
came to the dining room with him. When the dinner
showed up it was a big piece of beef with fresh
carrots and fresh broccoli. My plate had a little bit
less on it than Mr. Evans played did, but it was still
more food than I had ever had at one time. I waited
for him to start eating and then I ate. The food was
so delicious! It had been all cooked just perfectly!
There were even sweet rolls with real butter to eat
with the dinner. I think I ate six of them!
After dinner there was a piece of cake that came out
and it was the finest cake I had ever eaten. I was so
used to cake being made out of corn meal that I didn't
know what kind of cake this was that it would taste so
good. I saw Mr. Evans smile a couple times when he
looked and saw me eating. I guess I was doing the
right thing.
When his man finally finished talking about business
the man started eating them and Mr. Evans finally
spoke to me.
"You think you're going to like being here, Amy?"
I nodded gleefully, "Yes sir, I like it a lot
already!"
He smiled again. "That's good Amy."
He went back to talking about business with his man
and after the two of them finished eating both of them
got up and went outside. I had no idea what I was
supposed to do so I just sat there. A boy came out to
clear the dishes and he asked me if I was the new
slave and I said yes. He took all the dishes back to
the kitchen and a moment later Maggie came back.
"You happy, sweetheart?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. Now come with me and I'm going to show you your
room. It's next door to Mr. Evans room so you need to
be quiet when you're in there. God forbid you snore!"
She led me down a long hallway that was lit with more
electric lights than I had ever seen in my whole life.
There were all sorts of painted pictures on the walls
and there some photographs, too, of places with big
buildings and crowds of people. More people than lived
in all of Elko! We came to a door and she opened it
and led me in and it was the nicest room! It must have
been at least fifteen feet by maybe ten feet and it
was all mine!
"Now you know how to use a bed and you be sure to
brush your teeth before you go to bed just in case Mr.
Evans wants to see you later, you hear?"
I nodded yes and then Maggie spun on her heels and
closed the door behind her. And locked it. I didn't
care since I wasn't going to go anywhere anyway. I lay
down on the bed and it was the softest thing! It felt
like a cloud and wasn't at all like the hay stuffed
mattresses we used at home. The carpet was soft too.
After looking around the room for a while I remembered
what Maggie had told me so I went to the bathroom and
there was a real toilet with a sink! I used the water
and brushed my teeth and went to bed amazed at the
room and all and how it would be so wonderful to tell
Grandpa and Momma all about it.
Except that I never would get to tell them anything,
would I?
I ended up crying myself to sleep missing my family.
I woke up to Maggie shaking me and telling me to wake
up.
"C'mon, you. You got things to do. Now get up and
we'll get you fed and then I got a full day for you"
I did as I was told and followed Maggie to the dining
room where she had me eat a very big breakfast. I had
real eggs, fine bread, something she called an orange,
and then I got to have real coffee with cream in it!
It tasted really good and not at all like the grain
coffee we always had at home.
After breakfast Maggie had me come to her 'salon' and
she went to work on my feet sanding off the rough skin
on my soles until my feet felt raw. She put ointment
on them and they felt better but then they felt weird
because I could feel everything I stepped on now.
After that she had me shave my legs and armpits again
and told me that I had to start doing this every day
by myself. Then she plucked at my eyebrows and then
after that she worked on my hair for a long time
cutting off what wasn't in that good a shape and then
putting creams on what was left. That was followed by
make-up and I wasn't so sure of that since I wasn't
supposed to wear it at home.
After she was done she had me look in a mirror and I
didn't recognize the person looking back at me! I was
pretty! Grandpa was right about that but I don't think
Grandpa would have recognized me anymore! My hair
wasn't stringy and matted in places and everything
just looked so amazing!
Maggie had me come with her again and we had lunch and
the lunch was kind of light, just soup and bread, but
it was all really good.
After lunch she had me go take a nap telling me to
rest up before Mr. Evans got home. I was really tired
from all of the stuff she had done to me and a nap
sounded so good. I went back to my room and must have
fallen asleep as soon as I hit the bed because the
next thing I knew Maggie was waking me up and telling
me I needed to get ready.
She had me change from the robe to a really nice satin
dress. She said it was called a gown and it was pretty
revealing. I wasn't used to showing my breasts and I
felt kind of uncomfortable. At least the big comfy
robe covered me up. She tried having me wear high
heeled shoes and gave up on that when I kept falling
so she had me wear some red slippers that closely
matched the dress.
She rushed me out to the dining room and told me to be
sure to stand when Mr. Evans came in.
I was just there a couple minutes when he did come in.
I stood up like I was told to.
"Jesus." He said as he looked at me. "Jesus H. Kee-
rist! Amy, you are incredible! I'd say your Grandpa
was pretty generous letting me have you for just a
hundred bucks! Looking at you now I'd have paid a
thousand!"
I don't recall now what I said to him but I do
remember him laughing at it. We had dinner together
and had a nice conversation. He asked me how I liked
my new home and what things I liked the most. He also
asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend and I told him
no because my folks would never have allowed it. He
seemed to like that. For dessert he had Maggie bring
out a bottle of wine. I had never seen wine before and
Grandpa always said that it was something that good
people didn't touch, but Mr. Evans told me to drink a
glass of it and I drank the whole thing because I was
so thirsty. He poured another glass and laughed when I
drank that, too. It was kind of sweet and I liked it.
It also made me feel sort of light in the head and I
liked that, too.
He called Maggie for another bottle of the wine and
she looked sort of disapproving at him and he just
looked back at her kind of hard and she did what he
asked. When she brought the bottle he dismissed her
for the night and poured me three more glasses of the
wine as we sat there and talked. I was feeling pretty
giddy after five glasses of wine and when he told me
it was time for bed I agreed with no thought as to
what that meant.
"C'mon, Amy." He said to me, taking my hand. I
stumbled as I got up and he steadied me and led me to
his room. As bad off as I was at that moment I still
found a second to be impressed by his room.
He sat me on the bed and excused himself for a second
and I could hear him in his bathroom brushing his
teeth and doing some other things. When he came out he
was wearing just a satin robe, red, but a darker red
than my gown. He had another robe like it in his hand.
"Amy, let's have you put this on for me, okay? Go on
in the bathroom and take off that pretty dress of
yours and put on this robe and then we'll relax, what
do you say?"
"Yeah, um, sure. Okay!"
I didn't mind the robe really because it was more
modest than the gown. It took me a little work to get
out of the tight fitting gown and then I had no
problem with the robe. The satin felt cool on my skin
and I felt more secure in the robe, even though it was
the only thing I had on. When I went back to Mr. Evans
he gave a low whistle.
"This is going to be a very nice night, Amy." He
turned around for a moment and touched a switch on the
wall and the lights went down to where I could just
barely see him. He walked up to me and put his arms
around me and I expected he was going to hug me when
he leaned in and kissed me.
I pushed him back. "I don't think I'm supposed to be
kissing you, Mr. Evans."
He smiled a little. "I think you should. And since I'm
the one who gets to say what you do and don't do
around here I'm saying that you should kiss me. Now
come over here and kiss me, Amy."
I backed off.
"Amy, you better learn that when I tell you to do
something that you do it. So are you going to come
over here and kiss me?"
I backed off a bit more and between the wine and the
unfamiliar room I tripped and fell back onto the bed.
When I fell back my robe came open and Mr. Evans was
staring at me as I closed it back up.
"You look pretty damn good. How about you drop that
robe and let me see all of you?"
He was looking down at me as he said this. "I'm not so
sure about that, Mr. Evans. Can't I go to my room and
maybe we can talk about this sometime?"
He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. He stood me up
and took the robe off of me and then took his off,
too. Holding me close he kissed me and I felt his body
close up against mine. It wasn't a soft kiss like I
had always dreamed of, it was a hard kiss. He kissed
me so hard that the inside of my lips pressed into my
teeth enough that I tasted a little blood in my mouth.
He broke off for a moment and I started to cry.
"Goddammit. I hate crying. Stop it. Now."
I couldn't.
He pulled back and I saw it coming this time as he
slapped me. I fell back on the bed and felt the bed
shift as he got on it with me. He pulled my legs apart
and lay down between them. I felt his chest press on
mine and his breath was hot in my face.
"I was hoping we could have got off to a better start
but I think we just need to get this over with so you
can learn your place around here."
He put his hand down between my legs and I felt his
finger enter me. I wailed as he did this and he jabbed
his finger into me, piercing my virginity. Then he ran
it in and out of me, kissing my neck the whole time.
His hand came away from between my legs and then he
squeezed my breast with it. I could smell the blood
and the scent from my body being smeared on my skin.
He got up on his elbows and looked me in the eye as I
felt him move on me. His cock dragged down my belly
and then slipped between my legs. His finger had left
me open enough that my body welcomed him as he nudged
into the cleft of my body.
"You're going to remember this moment for the rest of
your life, Amy. Look at me so I can see you."
I looked at him and his eyes locked on mine. He set
his jaw and I felt him pull back a little. Then he
pushed into me. I tried to struggle and he just
dropped all of his weight on me, crushing me into the
bed. I wailed again with the pain as he moved deeper
into me and he didn't seem to care. With each motion
he worked himself into me more and more. I squirmed
and protested under him, the pain from the stretching
enough to make me wince, but not enough to make me
scream. He pressed further into me despite my
protests. With a final shove he was all the way into
me and I could feel his body snug against mine. He
stopped and just held himself in me. He was inside me,
really and truly inside me.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Yes it was. But it was at least a relief to have the
pain begin to cease.
He kissed me, gently this time. His lips touched mine
and then his tongue parted my lips and I knew to open
my mouth for him. As his tongue entered my mouth his
body started to move on me and I felt him slowly start
moving in and out of me. I was sore but it wasn't
nearly as painful as it was at first. I laid there as
he moved on top of me, not really responding to him
but just letting him do what he wanted to. There
wasn't any fight left in me at that point.
He moaned a lot as he was having sex with me. That's
one of the things I remember most about that moment.
In a way it was gratifying to me as if I'd been
missing this all my life and now here it was finally
happening.
After getting over the initial shock of him taking me
I did start to relax a little and did fascinate me a
little that there was someone else's body inside mine.
The fullness I felt as he would go into me got my
attention and it wasn't long before my entire world
consisted of paying attention to this part of him
going in and out of me like a piston. He kissed me on
the lips again and this time I kissed him back. It
just seemed like the right thing to do. He held me a
little tighter and I felt him drive into me a little
deeper. I felt my insides stretch and move around to
make room for him inside me. His lips moved from my
lips to my breast the suckled on my nipple that gave
me an electric feeling in my groin. I liked it. My
hand came up to the back of his head and held him to
my breast and I was rewarded with another deep thrust
into my body.
"Oh, God" he said then started to move in me really
fast. The pain that it started to subside started to
come back. Before I could say anything to him he
pushed into me really hard and really deep and then
held himself there at the very back of my pussy. At
the same time I also felt the coolness of his balls
resting on the warmth of my ass cheeks. Suddenly the
realization that I was now a woman made me feel older
than I had felt before. I didn't have long to think
about that when he pulled himself back from me, my
skin pulling at him as pulled from me. I felt the
textures of his body as he pulled from me and amazed
at how much of it had been inside of me. That growing
sense of gratification was also now replaced by an
emptiness inside of me. Just when I was thinking he
was going to pull away from me he pushed back into me,
slowly but forcefully, not taking no for an answer,
until he was fully inside me again. Back and forth he
pulled and pushed into me, slowly, but with a rhythm
that soon had me anticipating his moves.
My bare feet rose up either side of him and brushed
along his thighs.
I looked at him and his eyes were closed as he focused
on what he was doing and I somehow started to care
about what he was feeling. In that moment I gave
myself over to what was happening and allowed myself
to begin to enjoy it. I let my hips rise to meet his
and was rewarded as his thrusts became slower and more
deliberate. I could hear the both of us breathing so
hard as he pounded away at me. His cock was now
burying itself all the way into me every time he drove
himself into my depths. His balls slapped my ass
obscenely and the sound of it almost echoed in the
room.
*Something* was almost ready to happen inside me, I
could feel it building!
He pressed into me hard and deep and then he froze in
place. I felt him swell up inside of me and then I
felt a weird 'flick' inside that was followed by a
series of flicking sensations inside of me. I had no
idea what that meant at the time. Covered in sweat,
Mr. Evans collapsed on top of me with his weight
crushing me into the mattress. His cock kept pulsing
inside of me and was feeling a different sensation of
fullness in my body. I was starting to have a little
problem breathing when I felt him pull out of me and
then he rolled off of me. A gush of fluid poured out
of my body and I just knew that it wasn't anything of
mine.
"Jesus, girl, that felt good! I've been needing that
for a long time."
He looked at me and then put a hand on my belly, "You
okay?" I nodded yes. "I'm glad. Sorry I got a little
rough with you but I needed to get that done because
you're all I've been thinking about the last few
nights. Wish it could've been a little more gentle but
I've learned when a filly fights you then the best
thing to do is to break her. Now that we got that out
of the way maybe you and I can be a little more cozy
like."
I didn't say anything. Really, what could I say anyway
that would make any difference to him. Things were the
way they were and this was how things were going to
be. His hand drifted up to my breast and lingered on
my nipple as he went to sleep. I don't know how long I
lay there until I went to sleep myself but I do recall
thinking about my family and hoping that they were
safe and fed back at home. And I realized that what I
was doing was saving my family and I need to think
about them and not just me.
Come the morning when I woke up he was still sleeping.
I eased myself out of the bed trying not to wake him
up. Picking up my robe I put it on and then quietly
left his room and made my way to my room. Once inside
I close the door, dropped my robe, and got into the
shower. All I wanted to do was to make myself clean. I
stayed in the shower a good long time until my fingers
were starting to prune up and the water was starting
to get cold. When I got out of the shower I dried off
and put on some of the nice powder that Maggie had
left in the room for me. Leaving the bathroom and
going back into my bedroom I found a tray of breakfast
waiting for me. Despite the events of the evening
before I could not argue the fact that I was really
hungry. The eggs and the piece of steak and the fresh
fruit did not last long.
Feeling better from the breakfast I got on some
clothes and went to leave my room. It was kind of
surprised me when I found the door locked from the
outside. I tried the doorknob a couple of times and it
still wouldn't turn. I realize that slaves are not
free to walk around anywhere they want to go and I
turned around and sat on the bed.
Looking around the room I saw a black window on the
wall and I wondered if this was a way out. When I
touched it the thing started to hum and after a moment
it came on and I realized it was like a TV. The only
thing was that the pictures looked real and not flat
like they did on a regular TV. It looked like he could
reach out and touch the things that were on the TV.
There didn't seem to be any control for the TV and I
wondered if it was one of those things that was
controlled by your voice. I spoke to it and nothing
happened. The program that was on was a horrible thing
that had men on it killing each other. The men who
were wearing shiny armor and who had the nice looking
weapons were the good guys and the men were running
around in just shorts and shirts were supposed to be
the bad guys. I didn't see any of the good guys get
killed and at the end of the program all of the bad
guys were dead and an announcer tallied up how many
bad guys were killed by each good guy. I don't think
this is something I would want to watch again.
I think it was about an hour before I heard the door
unlock and Maggie opened the door. "Amy, sweetheart,
why don't you come with me and I'll show you a few
things that you can do around the house with me,
okay?"
I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."
Maggie took me to the kitchen and put me to work
washing the dishes. It was the dishes for Mr. Evans
and then for his hired hands too, so there were a lot
of dishes to do. I didn't need to be asked to do the
pots and pans because I figured that was just part of
the job. I was just finishing up cleaning a frying pan
when Mr. Evans came into the kitchen.
"Good morning Amy, you look like you're doing well
this morning."
"Yes sir, I am."
He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was hoping you
wouldn't have any hard feelings about last night."
Did it matter what my feelings were?
"No sir, I understand how things have to be."
Nodding, he said, "Good. Now I've got a lot of work to
do and I'll be back in the afternoon to have some
lunch and I'll see you then." He gave me a kiss and a
pat on my butt before he left.
Maggie came back into the room. "Amy, it looks like
you made him happy. That's a good thing, girl. You
keep making him happy and he'll keep you around here."
We went back to work at doing chores and there was the
occasional small talk between us about where I grew up
and where she grew up and how things were before the
Collapse. All too soon it was time to get lunch ready
and Maggie told me to go get a nice dress on so it
looked nice when I was serving Mr. Evans. I went back
to my bedroom and found the dress that was modest
enough to make me happy but it looked nice enough to
make Maggie happy too.
When Mr. Evans got home we had a nice lunch put out
for him and he told us all about his business for the
morning. After he finished up his luncheon put down
his napkin he told Maggie that he was ready for some
dessert and she nodded at him and excused herself. I
thought she was going to go get some dessert for him.
Mr. Evans pushed away from the table and says to me,
"Amy, why don't you come over here where I can get a
better look at you?" I did as I was told and walked
over to him. His hands went right to my breasts and he
pulled me close to kiss him. I made sure to kiss him
back because I realized it was important to make him
happy. He pulled me into his lap and then undid my
dress down to my waist. He pulled it off of my
shoulders until I was bare above my waist. His kisses
went everywhere on my face, on my neck, my shoulders,
and of course my breasts. This went on for a few
minutes and then he motioned for me to stand up.
"Come on, girl, you got some work to do." He took me
by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He closed the
door behind us and I heard him lock it.
"Get that dress off and get on the bed." I did what I
was told and laid back on the bed watching him get
undressed. His shirt came off first and exposed a mix
of dark hair and gray hair on his chest. Then his
pants came off and I got to see his cock for the first
time.
Unconsciously, I reached a hand down to my pussy
wondering how his cock could fit in there. He saw what
I was feeling at the moment.
"You're wanting me aren't you?" He said.
"Yes sir." That wasn't really what I was thinking, but
Maggie's words hung in my ear and I went along.
Getting on the bed he pulled my ankles apart and just
like the night before he got between my legs and lay
down on top of me. "Can't disappoint you can I?" He
said this as he started kissing my lips while his hand
drifted down between my legs. I felt his fingers go
inside me and I was a little dry at first but my body
responded to him and soon the dryness was gone. There
was no warning when he pulled his finger from me and
his cock slipped just inside me. I gasped at the
sudden intrusion and he kissed me. He pushed more of
himself into me and I spread my legs wider to let him
in. He was soon fully involved with me and I wasn't
complaining. Unlike the night before he didn't go
slowly, he was pushing fast and deep with each thrust
and he pulled himself up on me to get deeper.
Oh, that did it!
I grasped at him with my arms and legs, pulling him in
as close as I could. My body pulling and caressing his
from inside of me, squeezing him, trying to satisfy
this new need of mine. I felt my pussy begin to
convulse and then his pounding at my body exploded my
very first orgasm all over me as if it were fire and
water all in one. In my pure joy I was lost to the
world and was only vaguely aware as his cock throbbed
and I felt the familiar 'flick' inside me that I now
knew meant that he was done. He fell onto me and
kissed me and I kissed him back, his body still moving
and throbbing inside me. His movements evoked more
pleasure from my pussy and every squeeze it made had
him catching his breath. The tremors in both of our
bodies quieted and he finally pulled himself from me
and, like before, I felt a gush of fluid come out of
my pussy.
I was out of breath and exhausted and didn't really
notice as he got up. He leaned over and kissed me on
the cheek and then let himself out of the room,
closing the door behind him.
Sleep overcame me quite easily and the time slipped
by.
The next thing I knew Maggie was gently shaking me,
trying to wake me up.
"Amy, come on, get up."
"What's up, Maggie?"
She looked at me and shook her head. "Get up and get
some clothes on and come down and help me get dinner
on, it's almost three and you're not going to sleep
away the whole day."
I took a few minutes in the bathroom to clean myself
up and then got my dress back on. I got down to the
kitchen as fast as I could and got right to helping
Maggie. While we were peeling some apples for a pie I
felt another gob of fluid come out of me and it went
'splat!' on the floor. Maggie looked down at it and
then looked up at me and smiled.
"He spermed you good, didn't he?" She smiled as she
said this.
I looked at her quizzically. "Spermed? I don't get it.
What's that mean?"
She shook her head. "You really don't know, do you?
Didn't you learn about sex in your family?"
"Sex was a dirty thing and no one ever talked about
it. Grandpa said that God would reveal everything to
everyone in due time but that no one needed to bring
up stuff like that. He said it wasn't decent."
Maggie put her peeler down and shook her head.
"Sweetie, then you're going to learn it all the hard
way. When he's been fucking you did you feel him pump
something into you down there?"
"Yeah, I did."
She nodded. "That's his sperm. He puts it in you and
that's how he puts a baby in you. It makes you
pregnant and that's going to happen sooner or later
with him giving you all that attention."
I have no idea what else she said. All I heard was
'pregnant' and my mind went racing thinking about the
women I knew who had been pregnant and then had
babies. I put it all together and realized that they
had all had sex! Even that preachy Mrs. Anders must
have had sex! And she acted all pious and everything
and then she was having sex! Right after that I
realized that if I was having sex then Maggie was
right that I would be having a baby sooner or later.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about Mr. Evans
and sex and babies. Again and again I found my hand
wander onto my belly thinking about the baby that
would sooner or later be in there. I also found myself
thinking about the feelings I was having and how part
of me was looking forward to the next time Mr. Evans
came for me. I had a number of thoughts about sex but
all of them kept coming back to the emptiness that I
felt after Mr. Evans would pull away from my body.
There was a big part of me that looked forward to him
getting between my legs and filling me up again with
his cock. I liked the feel of his skin on mine and I
like the feeling of something alive inside of me,
drawing pleasure from me, giving pleasure back to me,
and making me feel things I had never felt before.
There was another part of me that felt very flattered
that Mr. Evans wanted to have a baby with me.
Like every girl growing up I had thought about what it
would be like to be a mother and I played with dolls
and wondered about them being babies. Now for the
first time in my life I was contemplating what it
would be like to have a real baby and I was
reconciling all of my old ideas about what it was like
to be a mother and a wife with the facts of sex that I
had learned in the last day or so.
The evening wore on and Mr. Evans did not come back
for dinner. Maggie told me that one of the men had
passed on to her that Mr. Evans had come across the
tribe of people escaping old California and he was
trying to trade with them because they had some tech
that he wanted. We left the apple pie untouched
because it was Mr. Evans favorite and Maggie said that
he would want some when he finally got home. We did go
ahead and eat dinner and then clean up afterwards.
Maggie told me to go clean up for the evening I went
and took a shower and freshened up. We set up for a
while and she let me have some coffee which she said
was very rare these days but she remembered when
people used to give away almost for free.
As she was drinking the coffee it was like she became
younger and she started talking about the old days
before the Collapse. She told me about all of the
different man she used to date and how she had lived
with a couple of men but had never been married and
had never gotten pregnant. She said back then they
used to have a thing called birth control but that
after the Collapse all of the birth control tech
stopped being made and it wasn't so many years later
that they ran out of it. She said there were a lot of
people back then who really didn't like birth control
and she said it had to do with something called
abortion. I didn't know what 'abortion' meant and I
didn't ask because it seemed to bother Maggie.
She laughed when she said that when the time finally
came for her to want to have a baby she wasn't able to
because between her birth control and all the men she
had been with something it happened to her and she
just couldn't have a baby. I could tell that made her
sad. She looked down at the table and smiled and then
looked up at me saying, "Well, you're just going to
have to have the babies for both of us aren't you?"
I guess I would.
When it was time to go to bed Maggie told me it would
be best if I slept in Mr. Evans room because she knew
he would want to find me there. She walked me to Mr.
Evans room said good night to me and I could hear her
lock the door after I got in there. I went to the
bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my usual things
before going to bed. I took off my dress and carefully
folded it and placed it on a chair that was in the
bedroom. Naked, I pulled back the soft cotton sheets
and slipped between them and shortly fell asleep.
Sometime during the night Mr. Evans did come home and
he quietly got into the bed with me. I woke up as he
pressed up against me, his skin still cold from the
night air. My back was to him and I felt him fit up
against me, spooning me. I tensed when his hand came
up to my belly and then moved up to my breasts. My
nipples reacted all on their own when his hands
wandered to them in his fingers caressed them. I knew
what he wanted and I wanted it too and I felt a warmth
start between my legs and spread up into my belly. My
breasts felt warm as he touched them. It wasn't long
before I felt his cock pressing into the small of my
back. His hand went to my hip and pulled me back
against his body and he sighed with obvious pleasure
as he did this. He went to kiss my neck but my hair
was in the way, so I pulled it up for him and was
rewarded as he began to kiss on my neck and my
shoulder. I felt him thrust at me and I couldn't help
but arch my back a little and push my butt back at
him.
His hand came up to my face and pulled me over to face
him and he kissed me on the lips. I started to roll
over onto my back but he stopped me. His hand went
down to my knee and pulled my leg up a bit, I
understood what he wanted me to do and I put my leg
back over his legs. His cock was now up against my
pussy he started gently pushing it back and forth,
making me slick with my juices. This went on for a
little while and every now and then I'd have that
sense of urgency that made me push back at him and I'd
feel him try to get his cock into me. Finally, he took
me by the hip and pulled back at me as his cock pushed
at me. I felt him get a little into me and then he
pushed really hard and I gasped with the sudden
fullness in my body even though I knew to expect it.
He set his hips in motion with a slow, deliberate
pace. Unlike the first two times he had been with me
this time he stayed deep inside of me, yet still
managed to stroke back and forth into my body. His
hand reached around to mine and then he took my hand
and made me feel where the two of us were coming
together. I could feel his slickened cock move back
and forth between my fingers, driving in and out of my
body. It was warm and smooth yet somehow it was also
hard. I felt around my pussy and could not believe how
stretched out I was. I'd never imagined that something
so small would be able to fit something so big. He
moved my hand with his then his fingers sought out my
body down there. He knew exactly where to go and he
pressed his fingers on that very special part of me.
It was too much! In just an instant I felt my body
convulse with ecstasy and I heard myself moaning in
pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into me so did his
cock. I pushed back at him as hard as I wanted to feel
more of this amazing pleasure that he was creating in
my body.
Stroke after stroke he pushed into me. His hips would
push it me and I felt his cock drive deeply into me
only to have him pull back then I would push back at
him as he would drive himself and to me yet again. He
was no longer having sex with me because we were now
having sex with each other. Another wave of pleasure
ran over me and I pulled up my leg higher to feel more
of his flesh inside me. His pumping into me became
more deliberate I could hear both of us breathing
harder. With every thrust he was now hitting the very
deepest inside of my pussy and a part of me was
disappointed that he couldn't get deeper! I was so
very close, I so wanted him, I so needed him to
complete what he was doing inside of me.
I was jolted by pleasure felt my belly seize up at the
same time he gave me one more deep thrust and then he
froze inside of me. I froze with him wanting to feel
every last sensation, not wanting to miss a thing. I
felt the throb start inside of his body and passed the
full length of his cock up into mine. The flick I had
been feeling before was replaced with what I now knew
was a spurt inside of me. I gasped again with the
thought of his sperm surging into my fertile body. He
shot into me again, pulled himself back, and then
thrust deep into me then I felt another shot surge in
to me. He held me tight against his body and I lost
count of the pulses that throbbed into me. It was so
much that I could feel the weight of it inside me and
it freely poured out of me onto my legs.
Our moment behind us we both slowly relaxed and the
pulses inside my body ebbed. He stayed inside me
letting his hands wander over my body and he was
kissing me on my back. Things got quiet between the
two of us and he just held me as we both caught our
breath. I felt getting smaller inside of me and a
tinge of sadness crossed my mind as the moment came to
an end. His body slipped from mine and I went to get
up to go clean myself but he held on to me tightly
making it clear that I wasn't going anywhere. I
surrendered to his will and stayed where I was, his
sperm spilling out of my body and onto the sheets
beneath us.
Sleep caught up to him quickly and I could tell from
his breathing that it was a deep sleep. I lay there in
his arms, his warmth still pressed against me,
thinking about what had transpired between us thinking
about what could be happening right at that moment
inside my body. There was also a satisfaction I was
feeling from being the object of his desire, the focus
of his pleasure, and him the focus of mine. It took me
a while to get to sleep, but sleep I did.
I woke up again at some point during the night and was
momentarily disoriented trying to figure out where I
was and what was happening. When I came to my senses I
realized he was already inside me gently thrusting
into me. I felt the comfort from his attention even
while not feeling the hungering desire I had felt
earlier in the evening. I was content to let him hold
me and take me and after few minutes I took some
satisfaction in feeling him empty himself into me
again. Sleep soon reclaimed me and once again I didn't
notice when he got up in the morning and left.
When I awoke it was still early enough that Maggie had
not come looking for me. I took the opportunity to get
myself out of bed and into the shower. Getting out of
the bed I was not surprised when a dribble of fluid
ran down my leg. I caught it with my hand and took a
moment to study it. It was white, a little lumpy in
places, and very sticky. The thought also registered
in my mind that this stuff could have already made me
a mother. A chill went up my spine as I contemplated
all that this could mean and then at the same time I
also found it somewhat exciting to think of Mr. Evans
filling me with his child.
I got myself to the kitchen and found Maggie waiting
for me with some fresh coffee.
She smiled at me. "Amy, you're doing good things for
that man, I hope you know that. He went off this
morning the happiest I think I've ever seen him. "
She interrupted herself to pass me a fresh biscuit.
"But I will say I'm wanting to hear from you how
you're doing with all of this. I got to imagine you've
got some questions, don't you?"
I did have questions! We sat and talked for what must
have been two hours and Maggie answered everything I
was asking about and most of that had to do with sex
and Mr. Evans. I was sort of shy with the questions at
first but then she made it clear to me that she didn't
care what I wanted to ask about, she'd tell me what I
wanted to know.
She also told me a few things about how to keep a man
interested in me and at first I wasn't so interested
but when she told me that if Mr. Evans wanted to that
he could sell me to someone else I figured I should
listen. She told me all sorts of things that I don't
think my Grandpa would have approved of, but it all
made sense and I was glad she told me.
We were surprised when Mr. Evans was back early for
lunch and he told us not to worry because he wanted a
shower first anyway. When he went off to the shower
Maggie told me to go get his towels ready for him and
to get his clean clothes ready, too. I didn't suspect
at the time that she was really trying to buy some
extra time to get the lunch ready.
When I opened to bathroom door to put out the towels
Mr. Evans must have heard it.
"That you, Maggie?" he said.
"No, sir, it's me. Maggie told me to come get things
put together for you."
He opened the shower door and looked at me. I saw his
cock hanging down and as he looked at me it started to
firm up.
"Amy, I think I want your help in here. Drop that
dress and you can wash my back, okay?"
I nodded and did as I was told. He held the shower
door open for me as I stepped in and then closed it.
The warmth surrounded me and then Mr. Evans took me in
his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back and part of
it was because I wanted to. We kissed for a little bit
and I felt his cock poke into my belly a few times and
then he pulled back from me. Reaching around to a
bottle on the shelf behind him I heard it go 'clink'
and open. Turning around he smiled at me and said,
"Hold still, you'll like this."
He sprayed what felt like an oil all over me. He
sprayed some on himself, too. It smelled of flowers
and was really nice. Putting the bottle down he
started to rub the oil into my skin and he let his
hands linger on my breasts. "Mmmmm" was all he said to
that. He took my hand and had me rub his cock and I
heard him pull in a breath as my hand closed around it
and rubbed oil on it. He stopped me after not too long
and had me turn around. There was a handrail bar at
the one end of the shower and he put my hands on it
and I understood he wanted me to hold on to it. His
hands went back to my body and pulled my hips back at
him and then I felt his cock slip across my butt. His
foot pushed at my feet and I spread my legs in
response, turning to look at him at the same time. His
eyes were cast down at my body and he didn't notice my
looking at him. I kept looking at him as he lined up
his oiled cock with my pussy and then in one smooth
motion slipped it all the way into me.
"Oh, yeah." He said while I hung onto the bar. This
wasn't painful at all and all I felt was the fullness
inside me. With the combination of the warm water, the
smell of flowers, and his easy entry into me it was
all really very pleasant. He didn't last very long
this time and had only made a few strokes into me when
he held me tight and I felt him spurting into me. He
held himself in me just briefly and then pulled out of
me.
"All right, Amy, now you can wash my back."
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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