Captured
by
Moonlight
Claire Wilson
PUBLISHED BY:
Claire Wilson
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Captured by Moonlight
Copyright © 2010 by CW Enterprises
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Author's Note:
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Chapter 1
The warm, salty air of the Gulf of Mexico was a comfort to her senses. The humidity is so thick this time of year many say it’s almost too difficult to breathe. But for Jenny, it was nostalgic. It transported her back to her childhood, brought back so many memories of her adolescent and teen years when she spent time here…relaxing, playing, learning...growing up. She took yet another deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment as she sat alone on the balcony overlooking the beach. Memories…good ones…well, mostly good ones….she smiled. The beach this time of year awakened her senses and caused vivid memories to flood her thoughts. Her father used to bring her here when he was still alive. She had wonderful times with him fishing, talking, sitting, and walking on the beach at night. He was definitely her “cool” parent, in contrast to the domineering and controlling ways of her mother. He must have known what she was up to when she would sneak out of the little house they always rented. Those trips to the beach, usually just she and her dad...those trips were her escape in many ways, an escape from all that was expected of her back home, and in school. All the roles she was expected to fill, the “good girl” that she was, always doing the “right thing” for her pretentious mother’s sake. Here, at the beach with her father’s caring, but lenient style, she could be adventurous. She could be anything she wanted! It was here that she learned about so many worldly things…tobacco, alcohol, parties and bonfires on the beach, even experimenting with a few drugs – there were some good and bad memories mixed together there. Regrets mixed with thrills she could never forget….and boys. The memories of her early experiences with boys always made her smile.
To be truthful, she didn’t get too serious with any boys until later on...but there were some pretty naughty memories floating around her head from those summers starting around her 15th birthday. The first boy who kissed her…she had finally let him rub her breasts under her shirt…and smiling, she remembered her last night that summer with that cute little boy...she thought she must be in love with Johnny. She was 16, he 17, they had walked down the beach together, hand in hand. He stopped her conveniently near a beached rental catamaran and kissed her under the stars. She remembered her heart racing when he began to rub her back and place his hands lower and lower...eventually rubbing her buttocks bravely for the first time. She didn’t stop him this time, as she had during their other encounters that summer. She let him take her bikini top off that night as they kissed on the cool, wet trampoline of the catamaran...he was in awe of her beauty and the wonder of her naked breasts in the dim light of the stars and faraway lights...the way he kissed and licked her nipples was incredibly exciting to her. His excitement had been obvious to her, his erection easily felt through his shorts, and she had never remembered becoming so wet before, so much that she worried it might show. He was so shy, and a gentleman though, and didn’t even try to touch her there. That night, she’d played with herself for a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep, her innocence still intact... She had wanted so badly to touch him, to squeeze and explore, at least through his shorts. But she couldn’t work up the courage... maybe next time, she thought. She remembered thinking that she should wait until she was 16 to really touch a boy’s penis. She didn’t actually go “all the way” for the first time with a boy until she was 18, and she was really too drunk to enjoy the first time, or even remember much. But, oh, how sweet were the memories of these experiences, these times of wonder and exploration she felt had shaped her sexuality in so many ways. Gone were the days when she’d felt so much guilt for her passionate feelings. She remembered feeling like such a slut after she’d made out with two boys within hours of each other one Saturday night, letting each of them touch her “there.” She had made both of them orgasm with her hands and mouth...It made her feel sexy and desirable...and grown up...she remembered how it made her smile uncontrollably to know she had two boys so crazy for her at the same time. Jenny felt powerful, as though she had complete control over these boys...and she probably did in reality. She kept thinking she must really be a slut deep down, because she couldn’t stop fantasizing about being with both of them at the same time. She had her first orgasm playing with herself, stroking her clitoris, while she imagined them both naked before her, erections pointing toward her, and taking them both in each hand, stroking and licking...and then both of them finishing on her naked breasts at the same time. She couldn’t believe the delicious feeling this gave her, and this fantasy fueled more sessions like this, masturbating in her bed late at night.
Jenny remembered the summer she turned eighteen. The year she’d finally given in and had sex with a young man, Joe. She truly could not understand what the big deal was...intercourse felt wondrous to her and so pure, so natural. By the end of that summer she’d had sex with her summer boyfriend probably ten times, and it improved every time for her. Just thinking about that boy, Joe, could sometimes still arouse her...she didn’t know why...she had definitely had better lovers since. He wasn’t the best looking boy she’d ever been with...thin and tall, and not what she would call muscular. He was just an average boy...she could still visualize stroking his erection and feeling it slip inside her easily because she would get so aroused and wet. How several times he’d ejaculated almost immediately upon entering her. No, she decided the reason it still excited her to think about their times together was because he was so innocent, so eager and pure. He had admitted to her that she was his first, too, even though he’d tried so hard to appear experienced to her when they were first hanging out together that summer. He was humble. He allowed her to be patient with him, too...and they would kiss and play until he was erect again and then it would last a little longer. She hadn’t even come close to orgasm while she was with a boy at that point...it just felt good, and she wanted to make it last longer. She wondered what he was up to now... but then decided it best to just let him have his place in her imagination.
If only she could go back to those days...those long, hot summers at this same beach. She wished that things could be that simple for her now. Now, she had a career. A Legal Assistant...Good grief! It wasn’t what she wanted to do...it was what her mother wanted her to do! Jenny loved her mom, but oh how they made each other crazy! Even today, she couldn’t spend time with her mother often, and called her only once or twice a month. Her father had urged her to follow her dreams and pursue her passion for art. She had wanted to be an interior designer at one point, too. But one thing led to another, and one of her mom’s friends got her an interview...now here she was, thirty years old, although she knew she didn’t look it...surely didn’t feel thirty years old. What is thirty supposed to feel like, anyway? Jenny thought she’d have some direction by now, some sense of accomplishment, but that was not the case. She was unsure about her future, unsure about her career, and unsure about the man she was engaged to marry in just a few months. Jenny stood and leaned over the railing to look down at the pool. The temperature was finally beginning to drop as the sun was nearing the horizon in the western sky, and there were scattered lights on the gulf from a handful of fishing boats heading toward the pass to come home with their daily catch. Jenny was deep in thought, gazing over the rail, and enjoying the solitude for a moment.
“Jenny! Come on! Let’s go....” Joy had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, the only one who had stuck with her through thick and thin. She had been with Jenny through bad relationships, her divorce (from a real jerk), and had talked her into this little getaway trip. Joy had always been there for Jenny, during all the difficulties that life brings. Since the 6th grade they had been friends, when Jenny had come to her rescue because of a class bully. And even though they had gone their separate ways in life, Joy always stayed in touch. Joy was her closest and perhaps her only real friend. “Come on!...Let’s go have some fun...I want to dance to some live music!” Joy was always excited when they found the time to go out and have a good time back at home. It didn’t happen very often because Joy was married and had two children. Joy married young to her high school sweetheart, and began having babies right away, so in her mind, getaways like this were a chance to live out the wild and fun times she missed out on in her late teens and early twenties.
“Joy...do we have to go out tonight? I’d be happy just to stay here at the condo and drink wine and watch a movie. I’m not sure I’m really up to it.” Jenny held her hand out to Joy, pleading with a weak smile. But Joy just tugged at her arm with a puppy-dog face and jumped a little, almost like she had learned how to plead like this from one of her kids. “Jenny, we’ve got to go out. You need to go out. Trust me...you will wish you had in six months when you wake up next to that asshole boyfriend of yours and think your life is over...” Joy didn’t care much for Mark. She knew that Jenny could do so much better. She knew what is was like to be in a mediocre marriage with a man who had lost interest in her, and probably never really loved her to begin with. She had begged Jenny on numerous occasions to rethink these marriage plans. Joy loved Jenny more than anyone else on earth, and was sure she was about to make the worst decision of her life. Joy gave up her tugging and sat on Jenny’s lap for a minute, put her arm around her neck and placed her hands on Jenny’s cheeks, forcing Jenny to look into her eyes...extracting a smile at the mock scornful expression she was making....this made them both laugh. “C’mon Jen...you’re already dressed. We won’t stay if you’re having a bad time, OK? We’ll come back here and watch a movie. I promise...” “Damn it, Joy....” Jen rolled her eyes in defeat. “OK, let’s go. I’m not dancing with any men. I swear. I don’t care if you do or not.”
“You’ll dance with me, won’t you?” asked Joy as she was pulling her by the arm through the kitchen and leading the way to the door. “Yes...I’ll dance with you, dear.”
The Flora-Bama lounge has been a landmark dive for over forty years, and Jenny and Joy had been here many times over the last twelve or so years. The place is somewhat of a disaster architecturally, but it’s not likely that many of the patrons care, or even remember what the building looks like. Jen and Joy knew their way around this bar though...In fact, they’d snuck in here before they were of legal age on occasion, but things were a little different back then. They'd both matured physically enough to pass for drinking age by the time they were sixteen or seventeen, and mainly they had just wanted to dance. Live music, boys, and drinks....this place had every single thing they were interested in as teenaged girls looking for fun on summer nights. A few times Jen had even worked up the courage to venture here alone when she was down at the beach with her dad. Oh, how she loved to drink and lose her cares on that dance floor!
Late in the season, there was only one band playing tonight. Good old-fashioned rock-n-roll...loud and clear. Jen liked that because she didn’t have to dance to it, and it was too loud to chat with any of the Don Juan type pick-up artists that always came around wanting to chat her up. Jen was not in the mood for conversation tonight. Not that she wasn’t interested in men....she had already seen several very cute guys that were “fun to look at” as she and Joy joked about so often. She just didn’t feel like talking a whole lot. Jenny was tired of this game...she’d been playing it too long in her mind. Too many boyfriends, too many nights dealing with the temptation of going home with someone just because she was lonely...Jenny knew that in a way she was settling when it came to Mark, her fiancée. But she was tired of the “game”. She felt like she could depend on him to be there for her, to hold down a job. And she’d heard so many nightmare stories about deadbeat men, Jen knew that even though she and Mark maybe didn’t have the “chemistry” she sometimes wished, that it was worth it to have someone to sleep next to every night, someone to protect her. “At least he has a job. And sex isn’t everything...” she told herself this often, and Joy had told her that it wasn’t everything, but it damn sure was important...and that if sex with Mark was already boring then just wait until they were married. Joy had often called Mark a “stick in the mud”...of course Mark didn’t have a great opinion of Joy, either, but knew that Jenny’s friendship with Joy wasn’t negotiable. Jenny told herself that it was time to grow up and settle down...and sex definitely wasn’t her priority at this point. She’d had plenty of fun when she was younger. Mark was good enough, and she had become accustomed to mediocre sex with him and taking care of her sexual needs alone as well. Jenny loved Joy, but she sure as hell wasn’t planning on meeting any guys tonight. She thought these thoughts even as her eyes lingered on the drummer, watching his thin legs move up and down keeping time, his long, curly hair dancing in his shoulders in beat with the music. Um, yes, she could look...and imagine what it would be like to get that yummy looking drummer in the sack...
Joy had already caught the eye of several men with her short skirt and heels...Jenny was glad that Joy had the appearance of being the easier of the two of them...already Joy had attracted the attention of a young man who looked like he may be in the military...probably from the Naval base in Pensacola. “Oh great, she’s going to dance with him.” thought Jenny. “This may be a long night.” Jenny decided that the music was just a little louder than she remembered the last time she was here...probably over a year ago. She decided to get up and take a walk to the deck at the back overlooking the beach. She might get a drink and just watch the waves...should still be able to hear the music fine as loud as it was. Up the steps and out on the deck, she was relieved to find a much more tolerable volume there. “I must be getting old...” she thought to herself. Jenny walked over to the only bar being tended at the moment and easily caught the attention of the bartender, a cute younger girl, probably barely old enough to serve, she thought. “How are you, sweetie?” the bartender greeted her. “What can I get for you?” “Hmm...how about...a Corona with lime, please?”
Jenny found a bench where she could relax for a bit and drink her beer while she looked out over the Gulf, the foam of the breaking waves dimly reflecting the lights from the deck. As she sat up on the back of the bench, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Jenny’s thoughts drifted once more to the past, and she remembered walking down this very beach just a few years ago with a gorgeous man she’d met and gone out with for the few weeks she was able to spend her vacation. “I don’t guess we really ‘went out’ that much...more like ‘stayed in’ the whole time.” Jenny thought with a smile. She opened her eyes and looked to her left, sensing someone near and made eye contact with a man who had walked up to the edge of the deck near her. “Beautiful night, huh?” he spoke to her with a clear, but deep voice. She quickly drank the last of her beer, looking back at the beach. “Yes, it’s great.”
“So, are you a local? Live around here?” Something about his voice made her feel comfortable, almost like she had heard it before. She turned to look at this man before answering. He was attractive by anyone’s standards...short hair, jeans and black t-shirt. If not for his graying hair, he might have passed for one of the sailors who frequently came here looking for girls. He struck her immediately as having more maturity...a quiet confidence in his voice that younger guys just don’t have. No arrogance or cockiness at all...a trait she had grown to be quickly irritated by. Maybe that is why she chose Mark. He was most definitely not cocky or arrogant. Quite the opposite...but Mark was a little on the meek side, and would do pretty much whatever Jenny told him to do, which frankly got old after awhile. Mark most definitely did not have the confidence and grace that men like this one have. Regardless, Jenny felt no threat from him. “Well, I’ve been coming here for years....but no, I guess I’m not really a local. Almost a local. Just a little getaway with a girlfriend to use up my vacation time...what about you? What brings you here?” If she was going to have a conversation with someone, it might as well be an interesting, mature man. She wondered if he was attached? Probably married. All the good ones are taken, right? Maybe he is about to make the mistake of marrying for the wrong reasons too? Just as well...she did not need to be distracted or tempted in any way. And regardless, Jenny was not one to change plans easily. She was responsible, damn it. She generally made good choices, and carried them to completion. He gestured with his beer bottle “Oh, just passing through... I’m on my way home from South Florida and not in a hurry really. I’ve heard so much about this place from friends, that I wanted to swing by and check it out. I suppose it’s a lot busier earlier in the season...” Jenny nodded, sat her empty bottle down on the bench and propped one leg up, turning a little toward her new friend as he moved over closer to chat with her. “No doubt...if you want to see it packed sometime, you need to come back on Labor Day or for the Mullet Toss.” He laughed, and she could see that he had a really nice smile. She also could tell he had no idea what she was talking about. “Mullet Toss, huh? I’m not familiar with the...um...Mullet Toss.” He was obviously amused by this. It was hard to tell where this man was from by his speech. Very neutral. Maybe Midwestern? Definitely not from the South. She decided to let him have a glimpse of her natural southern drawl, although she had learned to hide it well when it suited her. “The Mullet Toss is a famous annual event where tens of thousands of people gather on the state line to throw mullet as far as they can. Of course there is a little drinking involved, also.” Jenny smiled at him as she noticed his deep blue eyes. Damn it. She was a sucker for blue eyes. He laughed out loud again, completely entertained. “I’m sorry, but I have to tell you I have no idea what you’re talking about. What the hell is a mullet?” She looked at him with a mock wide-eyed disbelief “You don’t know what a mullet is? You are most definitely not from around here.” He laughed again, finishing his beer, and holding out his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Rex. I can’t wait to hear exactly what a mullet is, but I really need another beer. Can I get you one, too?” Jenny held out her hand, which he took hold of with his left and put his other hand over the top of hers to shake it genuinely and firmly. “ Jenny... Jen. Actually...you can call me Jen. Another beer would be great... well worth the price of learning all about Mullet from an expert!” She was smiling mischievously, and having fun talking with her new drinking buddy, “Rex.” “OK, hold that thought then Jen...I’ll be right back for my “mullet lesson.... very nice to meet you, by the way.” Rex said this as he was already turning to go to the bar. She could not stop herself from looking at Rex’s obviously gym-conditioned rear and legs as he walked away. She let out a barely audible sigh, and fought to suppress a visual image of Rex unclothed. “Oh...my....mmm” she said under her breath as she turned to look at the beach once more. She was surprised that so brief an encounter with this man had caused her heart to beat faster and as much as she’d prefer it not happen right now, she couldn’t stop from feeling a little aroused. It seemed to Jenny that just a few years ago she literally felt horny all the time, or so it seemed to her. It was often an inconvenience, but something she had no control over. It seemed to her after she moved in with Mark that sex gradually became less important. It certainly wasn’t that important to him. Mark wanted it twice or maybe three times a week, but sex with Mark rarely lasted long enough to satisfy Jenny, which at this point suited her fine. She was glad to get it over with... usually so she could go on to sleep. Jenny chalked it up to finally growing up. Over the last few weeks Jenny had begun to panic that she was making a big mistake marrying Mark. So, recently, the idea of being free again, being with other men, caused her to begin thinking more about sex. Jen found herself masturbating more, too, which seemed to awaken her body once more to the wondrous feelings of pleasure.
“Corona, right?” Rex was holding the beer out for her to take. “OK, I want to hear more about this Mullet throwing thing.” He made eye contact with her for a moment and smiled widely, in a way that made her smile back more enthusiastically than she had intended to. She thought to herself that this man could have a dangerous effect on her as she realized that his smile, blue eyes and perfect voice were causing her to become noticeably aroused now. Her cheeks felt hot. She wondered if he could tell that he had this effect on her. “It’s the Mullet Toss...not the mullet ‘throw’....you’re going to have to get that part right before we can go any further...” Rex let that very sexy, deep laugh pour out once more....”OK...Mullet Toss then...but didn’t you say they threw mullets? Why is it The Mullet Toss when you throw the mullets? Keep in mind, I still don’t even know what you’re talking about. Isn’t a mullet like a hair style?” This amused Jen, and she enjoyed the way this guy talked with her, looking at her often, but not staring like a jerk. And Mmm! He was hot!
“OK, here’s the deal...a mullet....is a fish.” Jen was running her fingers through her long, reddish blonde hair as she spoke with RJ.
“A fish? Like...a particular kind of fish?”
“Yes. A mullet is a particular kind of fish. They jump.”
“OK, I know you’re messing with me now...” Rex shook his head and looked at her sideways.
“I swear. They jump. I would not lie about fish jumping.”
“That’s crazy!” Rex laughed so easily...Jen was always attracted to guys who got her sense of humor “...OK, make sure I understand what you're telling me.... at the Mullet Toss, which happens every year, tens of thousands of people come to the beach to throw a jumping fish?”
“Right. Well they throw lots of fish, actually” Jen was giggling at this point, realizing how absurd this must sound to an outsider.
“Wow. I’m not sure I can continue to defend the intelligence of the people of this state anymore...”
Jen raised her eyebrows at him. “Which state are you referring to? Alabama or Florida? You do realize you’re standing on the state line, don’t you?”
“I see your point. Well, I suppose the blame will have to go to both states, then. Sort of makes me proud to be a Texan.” Rex said this with mock pride. “God knows we don’t do anything foolish there.” They both laughed, and it occurred to Jen that she hadn’t felt the least bit guilty that as RJ had stepped yet closer to her while they were laughing, she had leaned into him as well, putting her forehead against his shoulder while she was laughing at one point. Now, she felt quite comfortable standing next to Rex, arms touching, and it seemed to her there was definitely some chemistry there. She thought to herself that it was nothing to worry about....just an interesting conversation with a handsome....make that gorgeous man.
“Want to walk with me on the beach?” Rex asked this in a way that not threatening, but Jen paused regardless.
“You don’t have to worry about me...I’m a gentlemen...Promise.”
“I don’t know....I don’t know anything about you. How do I know I can trust you?”
“Do I look like a criminal? We’ll stay within shouting distance of this place, OK? Let me grab a couple more beers for us. It’ll be fun...”
Jenny didn’t have to answer. Her body answered for her. She wanted so badly to have some fun, do something exciting. She wanted to take a risk. It couldn’t hurt...not like she was going to sleep with this guy...she just wanted to talk and flirt and have fun. Even as she said this to herself she could not stop the fantasy in the background of her dirty mind that it would be totally hot to be seduced by this handsome stranger behind a dune. Not like that would happen anyway...but truly it would be nice to walk with Rex. Maybe he would hold her hand. Maybe he would even kiss her. And then they might exchange numbers and email, and date and fall in love and eventually live happily ever after as she enjoyed witty banter with him while she swam in his deep blue eyes in her dreams....yeah, right.
“It's just a walk on the beach.” Jen mumbled to herself.
She looked up to see Rex walking toward her across the deck, carrying two beers, and she decided he was definitely fun to look at. It also occurred to Jen that she should at least touch base with Joy and let her know where she was. Not that she would even care. She was probably dancing with some sailor in there, anyway, intoxicated by the loud music, and would not even pay attention if Jenny tried to talk to her. She returned Rex’s amazing smile and took the beer he handed her, and as they walked down the steps together toward the beach, RJ touched her elbow to let her know he was there in case she stumbled. “Wow, this guy really is a gentleman...classy and way too hot...there must be something majorly wrong with him. Oh well, I’ll probably never see him after tonight. Just have fun conversation. Just have fun conversation. Do not kiss him. Do not kiss him.” Jenny thought these things to herself.
“What a beautiful night.” Rex was looking up at the stars, which always seemed brighter here, as long as there was no moonlight. It was really dark, though, and jenny instinctively reached over and held Rex’s hand once they reached the denser, smoother sand next to the water. He took her hand and they walked casually Westward, drinking their beers and looking out over the calm Gulf, lots of tall condominiums to their right. As they walked next to the gentle surf, Jenny noticed Rex looking up at one of the larger buildings, and he seemed to be looking at one balcony, as if he had seen something moving, or was looking at someone that didn’t appear to be there. They had been walking along and drinking their beers for just a few minutes, but Jenny was beginning to feel a little dizzy. “I’m not sure what is wrong.” Jen said to Rex. “I’m feeling a little lightheaded. I guess I just can’t take the beer like I used to. I’ve only had three!”
Rex stopped her, put his arms around her and held her head to his chest. This would feel amazing to her she knew...if only she didn’t have this dizzy sensation. As she continued to allow Rex to embrace her, it occurred to her that she was feeling groggy... she felt that she was going to pass out. With one last effort at keeping her eyes open, she looked up at Rex. “Did...you...put....something...in my...drink?”
Rex only embraced her, cradling her head to his chest, and spoke to her as if she were a child....”Everything’s going to be just fine....just fine. Don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to take good care of you. Everything is just fine.” Jenny began to go limp in Rex’s arms, and her vision began to blur as she dropped her beer in the sand. She would wake up in an entirely different world.
Chapter 2
“Oh....my....God” was the first thought to go through Jenny’s head...before she even attempted to open her eyes, she tried to recall the events of the previous night. She must have had too much to drink....make that way too much to drink, or surely her head wouldn’t hurt this bad. She began to remember the previous night now...slowly. Dinner at the condo with Joy...went out for drinks...FloraBama...um...a man. “Rex” she thought to herself....”Please dear God, don’t let me have gone home with Rex. I can’t handle the guilt of another one-night-stand. Oh shit...I’m naked;” she felt herself to confirm what she already knew...satin sheets against her completely naked body. “Oh....God....where the hell am I?”
She opened her eyes to see that she was in a bedroom...it looked as though it could be a guest room in any nicer home, a somewhat neutral color scheme, with sturdy wood furniture. A dresser and bedside tables stood on either side of the queen sized bed. There was a ceiling fan with lights, and also four lights recessed into the ceiling. The lamp on the dresser was on, and had a low-wattage bulb that made the room seem dim. As her eyes adjusted and scanned the room, she noticed there were no windows. She looked at the small clock on the bedside table, which made the room look almost like a hotel room. The time was flashing 2:15. Did that mean a.m. or p.m., she wondered? Her clothes must be around here somewhere. She would get dressed, and get the hell out of here... she hoped Joy wasn’t worried about her. Where the hell were her clothes? She put her feet on the floor, but had to steady herself as dizziness caught her off-guard. No clothes on the floor...nothing anywhere apparently, and she opened the drawer on the bedside table hoping to find her phone...hoping to find something that belonged to her. Empty. “OK, which one of these doors is the closet? It must be that one...” she spoke to herself as she managed to stand. She began to move toward the door in the corner when she caught sight of something that made her stop and gasp. “Oh....no.” The sight of a commercial style deadbolt with a keyed side to this “bedroom” made her suspect what was about to become painfully obvious. People just do not normally put deadbolts in residential bedrooms. She moved rather quickly to the door with the deadbolt, taking hold of the door knob, she twisted the handle and knew...the door was bolted. She was locked in this room. She was locked in this room, had no idea where she was, what time it was, or where her things were. She moved to the door in the corner to discover that it was a small bathroom, which she was grateful for. The only other door stood on the other side of the bed, a small closet, completely empty, with the exception of a thin, red silk robe. Jenny could not stop the tears from welling in her eyes as she took the robe off its hanger, and put it on, pulling it tight around her, and tying the sash. An insulated pitcher was the only item on the dresser besides the lamp and a small decorative statue, some kind of art made of old wire and iron. Jenny poured cool water from the pitcher into a paper cup she found next to it.
Fear began to grip Jenny, and she could feel her heart begin to race, her breath shortening. She knew she was somewhere she did not want to be. She must not think the worst. Surely this is just a mistake of some sort. She knocked on the door lightly. It was a heavy steel door, and she doubted anyone would hear her first knock, even if they happened to be nearby on the other side of the door. There was a peephole, and she tried to look through it, only to realize the peephole was designed to be used to view the inside of this room, not to see out. Jenny was not feeling so afraid or helpless now...in fact anger was overtaking her emotions. She remembered walking on the beach with that guy....RJ. She remembered now....feeling dizzy, nauseous, remembered Rex catching her as she lost her strength. He must be involved in this. Jenny knocked loudly now. “Hello....REX....HELLO....ANYONE? REX?” She stopped for a moment to place her ear against the door. “REX! REX! Whoever has me locked in this room had better let me out....NOW!” She began to beat loudly on the door now, a feeling of desperation replacing her anger, and the feeling she most dreaded crept once again into the front of her mind....fear. She kicked and hit the door with all her strength now. “LET...ME...OUT!” Jenny screamed now, frantic...sliding to the plush, carpeted floor. She closed her eyes, and the sobs began to surface against her will...Jenny lay on the soft carpeted floor, afraid to even speculate on her own fate. She closed her eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Jenny awoke with a start to the whirring sound of the electronic lock on the steel door holding her captive in this strange room. Remembering her nakedness, or near-nakedness, Jenny sat up on the floor with her back to the edge of the bed, and pulled the silk robe tightly around her legs.
“Ah, our Sleeping Beauty is awake...” the friendly face of the gray-haired man in a medical lab coat confused her. She continued to cower somewhat, fearful of the circumstances that must have preceded her arrival in this place... “How are you my dear? Oh don’t be afraid...everything is fine...you are safe here.” He said to her with a tone that made her believe he was indeed a doctor of some kind.
‘Where.....where am I? What is this place? Am I in a hospital?” Jenny’s mind was spinning out of control. She wondered if she’d done something crazy, something that might have caused her to be placed in a mental hospital or something like that. Why could she not remember anything about it? The man smiled warmly at her, and Jenny could see that there was a woman behind him, peering past the “Doctor” at her on the floor. Jenny looked at their shoes –she always noticed shoes! - the man wearing nearly new athletic shoes, and the woman in expensive looking low heels. Her slacks looked expensive, too. Both the woman and the Doctor were attractive and looked so normal that Jenny began to feel a little safer. He looked as though he genuinely cared, and his voice was very friendly, with just a hint of southern drawl. “Yes, I suppose you could call this an institution. The important thing is that you understand that we aren’t going to hurt you in any way. We would never intentionally hurt anyone here.” He was holding his hand out to her to help her up, and Jenny took hold of it, although his use of the word “intentionally” did not go unnoticed. “What happened to me? Why am I here?” Jenny persisted as she rose to her feet, one arm firmly holding the robe together. The woman had made her way into the room and stood next to the Doctor. She was very attractive and sophisticated looking, dark eyes and dark, shorter hair. She looked like a businesswoman. “My name’s Jim.” He put his free hand on her arm, squeezing her lightly. ‘Everyone around here just calls me Doc, though. You can call me Doc. This is Emma” The smart looking woman held her hand out with a casual smile, but her eyes were wide and appeared curious. “I’m Jenny....but”
Doc interrupted her, “I know. We’ll explain everything soon. I need you to come with us now.”
Jenny reluctantly followed “Doc” and “Emma” into a hallway immediately outside the door. The hallway appeared be rather rich-looking for any kind of institution, and was lit more like a luxury hotel, with expensive-looking commercial type carpet and wall coverings, ornately framed paintings set in enclaves in the wall, and directional lights calling attention to each of these works. As they walked past a small sitting area, Jenny asked Doc – she hadn’t yet even heard “Emma” speak – “Where is Rex? ..Do you know Rex?” The thought of trying to bolt and run had not even occurred to her – until Doc responded to her question. “Relax, Jenny. Everything will be explained to you in a little while. We aren’t going to hurt you...” Jenny watched as Doc turned to glance at Emma, and saw her smile as though she were amused by this statement...she thought about turning to run in the opposite direction, and remembered she was naked under this robe and didn’t know where any of her things were. “Where’s my phone? I need to call my friend...she must be worried about me...” Doc and Emma continued to escort Jenny, making a turn at the end of the hallway, she could see fluorescent lights on in the room they were entering....the carpet giving way to cool tile floors, and she was standing in what appeared to be an examination room. Jenny’s mind still reeled as she tried to make sense of all this...she noticed her breathing had sped up and she needed to swallow as she gazed around the room, complete with various medical equipment, and an examination table near the center of the room. Emma walked into a small adjoining closet and walked back out with a cold, bottled water, which she offered to Jenny. “Would you like something to drink, dear?” Emma’s voice surprised Jenny as she had a very noticeable British accent. Jenny took the water and drank a few sips. Doc watched her drink for a moment and then stepped near her...putting his hand on her back. “Jenny, will you sit up on this table for me, please? We need to have a look at you...” Jenny blushed when she realized Emma had moved beside her, also, obviously waiting to take her robe. They wanted her to completely disrobe in front of them and be examined? Jenny could feel her heart thumping in her chest, as she opened her arms up and allowed Emma to remove the silk robe. Doc seemed professional and uninterested, while Emma looked as though she could not wait to see what lay beneath the shimmering robe as it slipped off Jenny’s shoulders, Emma almost hurrying to remove it. At least it was warm in this room. Emma’s eyes lit up like a child at a birthday party as Jenny let the robe slide off her shoulders.
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“Mark, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say...I promise you no one feels as bad about this as I do. I’ve cried until I can’t cry anymore.....I’ve answered every question the police had....I just don’t know anything else to do.” Joy’s hand was trembling as she moved the phone from her right ear to her left. “Mark, I swear I would never do anything to endanger Jenny. She is my best friend in the world. You know that.....Jenny and I have been to that bar a hundred times together. She knows her way around there.” Joy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to wish this conversation were not happening. “OK...listen...Mark....you have to get a grip on yourself. Jenny has a good head on her shoulders. She’s a smart girl. She wasn’t depressed or angry...we were just out having a good time...she’ll turn up. I know she will....she has to.” Joy sighed to herself as she hung up the phone...the feelings of guilt would not escape her. “She has to...” She could not stop the voices in her head, accusing. “This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been so hell-bent on going out partying. Jenny didn’t even want to go out that night. You are responsible for this.” Joy turned the light off and lay in bed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep until Jenny had been found. The police and rescue officers had confided to her that Jenny had probably drowned. They had asked her all sorts of questions about Jenny’s mental stability, which Joy answered consistently. After spending over an hour questioning every patron and employee still left at the bar at 4 a.m., the only person found who remembered seeing Jenny was the bartender. She told the police that she remembered serving Jenny, but apologized and said that she had not really paid attention, and actually had been deep in a dramatic text conversation with her lying boyfriend, and was ready to go move her things out of his apartment. She did remember that Jenny had been talking to a guy, but did not think they left together. The police had no reason to suspect foul play, had no choice but to simply focus on patrolling the beach the following morning. It was frightening news and now, over two days later, Joy was beginning to lose hope.
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Jenny hesitated just as Emma was reaching to take the robe, holding it against her breasts. “I really just need to make a quick phone call before we do this, if you don’t mind? Can I at least do that?” Jenny pleaded. It seemed like a reasonable request to her, but she already knew the answer, as both Emma and Doc were no longer smiling. “Not right now, honey” Doc said in his most comforting tone. “We’ll discuss that in a little bit. We just need to make sure you’re healthy right now.” Jenny did not like this...”Why do you care if I'm healthy? I don’t even know what this place is or how I got here. Could you at least tell me that?” Emma was reaching to place her hands on Jen's shoulders and Jen was keenly aware of her nakedness. Doc was holding her arm and guiding her to sit on the examination table, while Emma stepped behind her to ease her back to an inclined position. Another feeling of panic, but Jenny knew she wasn’t in control of this situation, this game, or whatever the hell was going on. Even as Jenny was thinking to herself “I wish this were just a bad dream...” This British woman, Emma, was now running her fingers through Jenny’s hair, pulling it out straight so that it would be out of Jenny’s way as she lay back in a reclined position. Jenny glanced up at Emma’s face behind her, and was strangely excited by her...Emma was smiling at her and cradling Jenny’s head in her hands, her thumbs caressing Jenny’s cheeks lightly. Emma’s expensive blouse could not hide her significant and youthful breasts held in place by a lacy low-cut bra. Jenny noticed her perfectly manicured nails and caught a scent of Emma’s pleasant perfume. Emma’s hands felt nice on Jenny. Apparently it had been a long time since Jenny received that kind of attention, because she found herself wanting Emma to continue touching her. Emma’s fingers felt wonderful massaging Jenny’s face and neck, and Jenny relaxed so much that she closed her eyes for a moment.
As Doc turned back to face Jenny, putting examination gloves on his hands, Emma now took hold of Jenny’s hands, and pulled them gently over her head, so that her arms were stretched over her head, her hands near the corners of the table. And without Jenny really realizing what was happening, Emma wrapped a wide Velcro restraint around Jenny’s right wrist, and even as it occurred to Jenny that she was being restrained without being asked, and for no apparent reason, Emma now held Jenny’s left wrist with both hands, and Jenny could not overpower her even if she tried. Jenny looked into Emma’s face as if to say “I trusted you!” she gave up all resistance to find Emma smiling at her, looking into her eyes, glancing at her breasts, and back to her eyes, her gaze then lingering on Jenny’s breasts and erect nipples. Emma’s smile widened, and it looked as though she would nearly laugh out loud. Jenny began to breathe more quickly now, and she looked back down to see that Doc was unfolding part of the examination table to reveal stirrups, just as a gynecologist or obstetrician would use. Jenny could not keep quiet. “I don’t know what you intend to do, but I demand that you take these ...things... off me...now! I’m going to report both of you to the medical board if you don’t loosen me and let me go immediately!” Doc looked at Emma seriously and paused, as if to consider her threat....and then smiled and chuckled silently as Emma chuckled out loud, obviously entertained. “This is not funny!” Jenny was more afraid than angry, “I demand that you let me go and give me my clothes...NOW! ...I want my phone too! Please?” The sight of Emma looking down and shaking her head as though she were entertained by watching a cute child infuriated Jenny, and she began to try to kick, even as Doc and Emma both took hold of her legs and feet and restrained her flailing legs to the stirrups. Jenny nearly caught Emma in the side of her head with one of her kicks, and Emma quickly ducked the kick, demonstrating remarkable athletic prowess in the process, as though she had done this a few times. How many times could Emma have done this before? Whatever was happening to Jenny could not be right, she was sure. “You will...be hearing...from my....attorney! ...And I have a good one! This is kidnapping! I’ll see that you go to prison!” Jenny was pissed off at this point, struggling against her restraints, and angry that she had lost control so easily to these sick people. “Let...me....GO!....NOW!...or I’m going to SCREAM!” This outburst amused both Doc and Emma so that they smiled wide smiles... “Doc, I told you this one was going to have some spirit. She’s afraid, but she’s damn strong, I tell you.” Emma spoke to Doc as though she weren’t even in the room. Jenny spouted a scream that caused Emma to cover her ears with her hands...smiling at Doc as he simply grimaced at the shrill noise. “Jenny, dear...” Doc waited until the high-pitched scream stopped. “Please don’t do this. You’ll make yourself sick, and we’ll just have to put a gag on you...you don’t want us to have to do that, do you...really? We are enjoying your beauty, and we want you to feel welcome. That’s hard to do with a gag in your mouth, right honey?” Jenny screamed once again, and Emma placed her hands over her ears once again, shaking her head at Doc. Emma had reached into a drawer next to the table and pulled out a gagging device with a ball that would fit into Jenny’s mouth. Once Jenny’s scream subsided again, Emma showed it to her, “See this cute little ball gag...is this what you want, my sexy little cat?” Emma was almost provoking her...this made Jenny so angry, she began to curse Emma, and Doc too. “You sick bastards! Is this what you do for fun? Somebody needs to beat the shit out of you! Mmmfffmm...” Jenny finally quit making noise as Emma quickly placed the ball in Jenny’s mouth and a little harness around her head holding in securely in. Doc finally spoke again, “Damn, she’s got some lungs...my ears are ringing from that one scream...” Doc and Emma both laughed at this. ‘OK, Em, thanks for helping me with her. Why don’t you let me finish the exam....and you can come back when I'm done.” Emma stood next to Doc with her arm around his shoulder, and both of them looked down at Jenny, securely restrained to the examination table, apparently enjoying the view of her complete nakedness. Jenny had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her entire life, and she felt her face flush with embarrassment and humiliation. Emma gave Doc a kiss on the cheek, “Can I bring a few of the girls back to meet her? I want to play with her while she’s here...you don't mind, do you Doc?” This question horrified Jenny, but she was truly helpless to do anything besides watch her captors do as they pleased. “I suppose so...” Doc said to her. Emma gave Doc a little hug and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks, Love.” Emma reached down and held Jenny’s face in her hands “You are beautiful! I want you to know I am so excited you came to join us....” then Emma slid her hands down to Jenny’s breasts, cupping them, squeezing them a moment, and then she leaned down and sucked on one of Jenny’s nipples. “Mmmm...Oh, my! Damn! The girls are going to love this one! She is delicious...look at how hard her nipples get... Sarah loves that!” Emma then leaned her face down to Jenny’s belly button and kissed her tummy. She lingered there, making a small noise that sounded almost like a moan...Emma glanced up and met Jenny’s gaze for a moment, and then turned so that she could see Jenny’s pubic area and vagina closely. “OK, Emma, that’s enough...you’ll have time to play with her later.” Doc was ready to get on with his task, whatever that was. Emma kissed Jenny’s trimmed pubis and lightly ran her fingers over Jenny’s completely exposed labia and clitoris. This both startled Jenny and made her angry again, too. Emma stood up, caressed Jenny’s neck and shoulder with one hand while looking into her fearful eyes, welling with tears, and then turned and walked out. Doc just chuckled when Emma spanked his ass as she walked by leaving. “You be a good boy, Doc. All business, right?”
Doc seemed to focus on the task at hand once Emma left the room, which apparently was to examine a restrained and gagged Jenny. She had finally given up her fight, and tears had begun to give way to fear, mixed with anticipation and curiosity. Jenny still could not begin to process what was happening to her. It was impossible to understand. All she knew was that this was very real, very intense. She had never felt this vulnerable or exposed. The most humiliating thing at this moment was that she was extremely aroused from the attention of Emma, a woman she already hated for treating her this way, and the realization that her vagina was becoming moist producing lubrication at this moment made her blush uncontrollably. Her breath was much faster now, and she turned her head to one side, because that was the one thing she could do. Oh, how she wished she could just hide. Why did this “Doctor” have to do this examination, anyway? And why couldn’t he have the decency to at least place a sheet over her? She could hear the distinct sound of Doc pulling latex gloves on, and really, she had no choice but to try to relax somewhat. She only hoped that her arousal was not as apparent as she thought it might be...but she already knew the answer to that. “I’m sure that you’ve had a pelvic exam before?” Doc was moving next to her, placing a cuff on her arm to check her blood pressure. Jenny nodded, keeping her head turned away from this evil “doctor.” Doc seemed pleased with Jenny’s blood pressure, and placed a stethoscope on her chest next, listening to her heart beat, which still seemed wildly out of control at this point. “Hmm...you are a healthy girl. It’s nice to see a young woman take such good care of her body...very nice muscle tone.” Doc had moved back between her legs, and she could see his face moving closer to her private area. Embarrassment and humiliation were her only emotions as she could feel juices from her vagina begin to trickle out and around her anus. Why did this “examination” arouse her, she wondered? She had never been aroused sexually when having a pelvic exam before. Of course she hadn’t been restrained and completely naked before, either! Argh! This was so humiliating! Maybe he wouldn’t notice....
“Hmm...well normally I would place a little lubricant jelly before inserting my speculum, but I don’t think that will be necessary...you’ve done a nice little job of that for me...” Jenny could sense Doc smiling...ugh! She wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. Jenny could feel the speculum sliding into her vagina and then expanding, exposing her innermost secrets to this stranger, this doctor who examined her against her will. After a long minute or two, he slid the instrument out, and Jenny was thankful that he was done with it. “Hmm...very good.” Doc was focused on his work. Then, Jenny felt two fingers inserted deep into her very wet vagina. She did not want this to feel good, this unwelcome, unwarranted violation, but it felt good...really...good. She felt completely powerless, and it aroused her even as her fear and anger was present, also. Doc pressed his hand on her abdomen as he explored her vagina, feeling its shape, and locating her uterus. Jenny was glad that she was gagged at this moment, for she feared she might moan in pleasure. Then, Jenny felt lubricant being applied to her rectum. “OK, this only takes a moment...” and Doc gently inserted a well-lubricated finger into her anal canal, examining her as thoroughly as she’d ever been. Finally, out slid his finger, and Doc stood again, removing his gloves. “You’re quite healthy. A fine looking young woman...” Was he crazy? He talked about her as if she were an animal in a zoo!
Jenny next heard the unmistakable sounds of a group of young women laughing and giggling, approaching this examination room where she was held captive. The thought of being on display this way...strapped to this examination table, with her legs held wide fastened to the stirrups at her calves terrified her. Literally anyone who walked through the main door would be greeted first by her naked and exposed body, She wasn’t even worried about exposing her breasts at this point, but what must her vagina look like right now? She knew that it must be obvious that she was in a state of arousal, and she could almost feel the moisture running slowly out of her and down onto her ass. Abruptly, the door swung open to reveal a small group of giggling young women walking in behind Emma, all of them in little shorts and tank tops, eager to get a look at Jenny as if this were commonplace, and Jenny could feel her face turn hot with redness and embarrassment. It felt as though her entire body blushed, and there was not one thing she could do, only watch as this group of seven...no, eight girls counting Emma, crowded around on either side of her. Even as Jenny wished somehow this could just be a dream, she knew that the wetness of her arousal would be apparent to each one of these girls, and excitement filled her mind along with all the other emotions she was dealing with, wondering exactly what would happen now, and remembering Emma’s request to “play.” Jenny’s eyes were wide and surveying the girls on either side of her. Jenny just wanted to go home.