Innocence Taken
Janet Durbin
Smashwords Edition October 2009
Innocence Taken is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2007 by Janet Durbin
All rights reserved
Published by
Whimsical Publications, LLC
Florida
Print book version available at http://www.whimsicalpublications.com
Print ISBN-13: 978-0-9787738-0-9
NOTE: This book contains graphic sexual content, violence and adult language. Intended for a mature audience over the age of 18.
Praise for Innocence Taken
“Just wanted to let you know that the dust bunnies, laundry, and the kids’ dinner will just have to wait...and it's all your fault. Innocence Taken is just too gripping to put down!!! Bravo!”
-Diane, author of His Black Dahlia
Featured in Horrotica, Issue 2
“Innocence Taken is one of the most compelling books I have ever read. This book grabbed me from the first page to the last; I couldn't put it down. An exciting, thrilling, and at the same time, horrifying ride through the mind of a clairvoyant and the madman that she is connecting to.”
-Sharon, a reader
“Innocence Taken is very graphic and detailed, and so might not be suitable for every reader. It is a fascinating suspenseful novel though, and the characterization of Nature, the psychic protagonist, is well done and intriguing. The secondary characters are delineated well also. Many readers will be drawn to this story, despite the detailed violence of the murders. Janet Durbin will be an author to watch.”
-Frost, reviewer from TwoLipsReviews.com
Readers should be forewarned that this book contains a considerable amount of graphic sexual violence. Innocence Taken is a seriously chilling tale following the chase for a sadistic killer that involves a lot of emotions, a great deal of suspense, and a heavy dose of horror.
…Nature and Web make for an appealing couple and their budding romance acts as a shining light in this often dark thriller.
-Jen H., reviewer from FallenAngelReviews.com
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Also by
Janet Durbin
Journey of Twins Series
AFTER
STOLEN
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Acknowledgements
As I watched the evening news, a commentator talked about the latest kidnapping. Her body was tragically found a few days later. The more I watched, the more I pondered. The more I pondered, the more the idea for this book haunted me. I was going to have to write it. I knew it would be different, controversial, because of the graphic sexual material in contained. To calm the inner demons, and to test my skills as a writer, I wrote it anyway. It involved a serial killer.
Sharon and Gordon were my guinea pigs. They agreed to read the book as I wrote it and helped me stay on track. Month after month, they read, sometimes having to wait a couple of weeks before I got the next installment to them. How they did it, I’ll never know. One thing is for certain, I’ll be forever in their debt because they did.
Michele was another reader who kept me on track. After she finished going over it, she threw a tantrum about the ending. She said it didn’t fit. I had to admit, she was right, it didn’t. A rewrite solved the problem and all the parties involved were much happier with the results. Sadly, Michele passes away recently. I miss her dearly.
Karen, the wonderful editor that she is, helped keep my grammar and punctuation as it should be. Without her astute eye for details, a few words would still be misspelled, and a stray sentence here and there would still be incorrect. Much thanks.
To all the people I work with, I thank each and every one of you for putting up with me rant about the book (along with all the other books I wrote.) Your feedback encouraged me to continue.
And to the readers. Without you, this book would merely be words on paper and nothing more. Thank you.
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Now,
without further ado, I present to you…
the story.
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Chapter One
A twig snapped behind her. Rew spun around. Before her was a man: dark and deadly. He moved with a speed she had never expected. A hand large enough to do the job well covered her mouth. An arm wrapped itself around her slender body, pinning it against the muscular chest. The man was naked.
She felt his hard penis against her clothed groin and whimpered. She knew what came next and dreaded it with every fiber of her body. She was a virgin.
The shortcut through the woods was the fastest way home from the high school. Not many kids used it because it was rumored to be haunted. Rew was late and knew her mother would be mad, so she took the chance. Now she regretted it horribly.
A thick piece of silver tape appeared in the man’s hand. Where it came from, she had no idea. He placed it over her mouth, preventing her from calling for help. He forced her to move toward a clump of trees. Rope, hidden on one of the branches, hung there like a snake all coiled up. He yanked it free and tied it around her wrists and ankles. Her breasts were groped before she felt herself lifted off the ground and placed over a strong shoulder. She wanted to kick, to fight, to get away before he did the unspeakable. By the time the shock of the situation wore off, it was too late.
Deeper into the thick woods they went. Rew wished she would die. She did not want to go through this; she wanted to be home safe in her mother’s arms. Her ass was pointing forward, her skirt hiked up to expose her white underwear. Her mother told her colored underwear was a sign of loose girls. She knew without a doubt, she was going to find out what loose girls went through. His fingers squeezed her ass tight, keeping her from falling off. They burned into her flesh like hot embers left over from a fire.
The man stepped through an opening in the trees; a rundown shack stood before him. He walked up to the door, swung it open and closed it tight behind him. He moved to a cot with a thin stained mattress on it and laid her gently down. Light shined through tiny slits near the roof. There were two on each wall. They were the only source of light.
Rew saw his manhood was still erect. A smile creased his handsome face. If she had met him on the street, she would have thought him cute. Now all she saw was a very bad man.
The man straddled her, pinning her legs with his weight, and removed the rope from her ankles. He pulled one toward the wall and secured it with a strap hanging there. He pulled the other toward a post standing near the end of the cot. It was bolted to the floor to prevent it from moving. Her legs were now spread, making her most private area visible.
Rew started to cry as he spread her arms apart in the same fashion. She was completely defenseless, something she had never experienced in her eighteen years of life. She cried harder as he pulled a small shiny knife out from under the mattress and showed it to her. She tried to plead with him, but the tape made the words come out garbled. He simply smiled again.
The knife came toward her shirt. The sound of slicing echoed throughout the small room as it cut the fabric with ease. A white lace bra appeared. She had seen it in a store and, on a whim, bought it. It was one of the few things she had kept from her mother.
The man set the knife on the floor and pulled the shirt open. Her creamy flesh matched the whiteness of the bra. Her health class had taught her about skin cancer, and she avoided the sun when possible. He stroked the points of her breasts and watched as the nipples responded to his touch.
Rew tried to twist away; the straps around her extremities prevented it. He cupped each breast and pressed down on the nipples with his thumbs. She took in a breath through her nose, unable to stop herself. One hand slipped under the material and caressed the smooth skin. The man had made no sound since Rew first saw him. It made the situation even eerier.
The knife appeared again; the bra flew open in response. Her erect nipples pointed upward. He bent over and ran his tongue over the tips before circling around, lightly touching the surrounding skin. Her breasts were a full C cup. She felt his teeth rake over the ends and heard sucking sounds as each was lifted with his mouth. She tried to blank out the noise and the feelings running through her body, without success.
She remembered feeling like this when Jared had tried to make a move on her. It was the day they had skipped school to go to the beach. Hidden in the dunes, he touched her in the same manner, rubbed her nipples just like now, and sucked on them just like now. Only she had not allowed him to go further. She was saving herself for the man of her dreams. He had been angry with her for weeks. She only laughed, playing him for a fool.
Now, she was the fool. She was the one being played with. A sharp pain brought her attention back to the present. The man pinched her nipples between his fingers, giving them a little twist. The tears flowed again. His other hand stroked his penis up and down. She saw a white milky liquid on the tip. His eyes were closed, his head tilted ever so slightly backwards. The smile looked like it was permanently etched on his face.
The hand on her breast moved to her stomach. The pointer finger circled her bellybutton several times before moving to the waistband of her skirt. She expected him to pull the elastic band down. Instead, he moved the pleated material upward, toward her stomach. The hand on his penis continued to stroke up and down.
She felt a finger run over the front of her underwear, toward her crotch. A wave of pleasure shook her body. She felt betrayed. She felt vulnerable. She felt she wanted more. The man flashed his exquisite white teeth in response to her shiver. He knew he had her now.
He felt the split of her lips and rubbed his finger over it. Moisture covered the fabric. He was thrilled at the prospects of entering this land of pleasure, but held back. He had to make sure this one was ready. The others had withered away when he pierced them; he wanted this flower to continue to bloom.
He pulled the waistband of her underwear down and felt the patch of chestnut hair growing there. It was full, not shaven. He twirled it around his fingers, enjoying the silkiness of it. The girl looked frightened, but there was a hunger in her eyes, as well. A hunger he felt in his own body. He spread her vaginal lips and felt for the clitoris located at the center. The moment he touched it, she responded. He felt elated.
Rew felt his finger rub her clitoris. She sucked in a breath. A rush of tingling flowed through her body. It was not a bad feeling. It made her skin feel electrified. She wanted this man to stop, to allow her to go free, but at the same time, wanted him to touch her more and more. She did not know how to respond to the feelings. Was she a bad girl for liking it, or had her mother been wrong, wrong for telling her to wait.
She looked into his black eyes. They were wild with hunger. She felt afraid then, afraid of him touching her, of him hurting her, of him killing her. She closed her eyes and relaxed, waiting for him to rape her and let her go afterwards, hopefully.
The man felt the change in her body. It enraged him. Just when he thought he was so close to finding the One, she failed him. He would make her pay. He would bring back the eagerness for his touch.
He pulled his hand away and stood. Rew opened her eyes and watched as he moved to a box resting in a corner. It was the kind used to store wood, though no fireplace was anywhere in the room. He removed the lid and reached inside. She saw a metal rod with a tapered end emerge. The rod was nine inches in length and had the same circumference as a flashlight. He held it high for her to see, enjoying the look of horror emanating from her eyes. To him, the eyes were the voices of the soul. What one saw there was how the person was.
Returning to her side, he kneeled close to her crotch. He put the rod against the lips of her vagina and watched as she squirmed against it, trying to get away from it. He rubbed it gently, making her lips spread apart. The fabric of her underwear stretched to conform to her shape. He felt the warmth coming off her body. He knew her mind was fighting what her body wanted.
For the first time since he abducted her, he spoke. “Embrace the feeling. Give in to your body and enjoy.”
Rew shook her head back and forth quickly. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She pleaded with them for him to stop. He only shrugged his shoulders. A feeling of infinite sadness emanated from him.
“I had hoped you would be the One. But alas….”
Dread raced through her body with those words. She wondered what she had to do to become the ‘one’ he spoke of. If it would help her stay alive, she would do it. The man brought the rod to his lips. He kissed it then ran his tongue over the smooth surface like a kid with an ice cream cone. When he looked at Rew, she saw the full depth of his craziness.
The man brought the rod down onto the girl’s thighs, hard. She flinched as far as the restraints would let her and screamed. The sound caused the man to hit her again and again until she stopped. She collapsed from the beating into a whimpering mess. The man reached up and stroked her hair, smoothing it back into place. He bent over and licked the tears from her face before kissing her taped mouth and straightening up.
Rew could not believe this was happening to her. What had she done to deserve this? Was it because she said no to Jared? Was this payment for being a bitch to him?
The light shining inside faded with the passing of time. Rew knew her parents would be looking for her. Would they look for her on her usual route? Would they even think of the path? Probably not. She never took the path. The only other time she had was on a dare. That was how she discovered the shorter way.
She felt rubbing between her legs and saw the rod was back. She watched as the man pulled her panties away from her skin and slid it against her. It was cold, almost as cold as the one holding it. She whimpered, but did not make any other sound. She did not want another beating.
The man left the rod resting where it was and picked up the knife again. He cut the panties off and dropped them on her chest, right under her chin. He wanted her to smell her love juices. The underwear was saturated with them. He returned the knife to the floor and picked up the rod once more. With one hand, he rubbed the tuft of hair covering the vagina. With the other, he guided the rod between her lips. He teased her, inserting just the tapered end then pulling it out again. He did this several times.
Rew wanted to tell the man to stop, to tell him she was a virgin. At the same time, she wanted to tell him to continue. She was confused by the mixed emotions. The thought of being raped horrified her, especially after the recent beating. The more he teased her, though, the more her body tingled.
But, it was wrong, wasn’t it? That’s what she was always told. Now, with these sensations running through her, she wasn’t so sure. When the tip was inserted, she tried to squeeze herself shut. It didn’t work; it was too smooth. The brief contact made the tingling intensify. She moaned.
The man pulled the rod away and slammed it deep her vagina. This was something she had not expected. The smooth tapered end slid inside. It hurt. She tried to fight, to shift her hips away, but all it did was drive the rod deeper inside. He pulled it out and shoved it in again, regardless of the pain it caused. She tried not to, but couldn’t help it. She screamed.
Suddenly, the man was lying on top of her. She opened her eyes and shut them immediately. Hands moved all over her body. He kissed her face and neck. She felt his hardness against her bruised legs. He had left the rod inside. His leg pushed against it, causing the pain to increase. She arched her back. It only drove her breasts into his chest, rubbing her tender nipples on his.
She felt his fingers spread the lips of her vagina. The metal rod disappeared, landing with a dull thud on the wooden floor next to the cot. The man’s penis touched her. He shoved the swollen member in. She grabbed the straps holding her, bucked and screamed, and tried to get him off, to no avail. It only made him thrust harder. His grunting echoed in her brain. She wondered how she could have ever thought this man was cute.
He rode her like an untamed horse. With each thrust, he felt the pleasure of conquest filling him. She met his urgency with one of her own. That was what he imagined when she lifted her hips in response to his downward pushes. The screams went unnoticed. The room and everything inside vanished. All he knew was the pleasure. When his loins screamed at him for more, he pulled out of her vagina, lifted her legs as far as the restraints would go and drove into her anus. The tightness of her ass caused his penis to swell larger than before.
The girl under him was limp. She had passed out. The man, still lost in his pleasure, had not noticed. He shoved and grinded his hips, and shoved some more. Her tight ass was his entire focus. An intense pain shot through his loins, causing him to arch back, teeth clenched tight. His penis released its juices deep inside. Wave after wave rippled through him. He thrust several more times before collapsing on the girl, panting.
He knew now she was special. She may not be The One but she would do until he found her. No other had caused so much pleasure. He decided to take her far away. He knew the parents would be hunting for her and he did not want to give her back. She was his now.
Reluctantly, he pulled his penis out. A milky fluid ran out. It mixed in with the blood that ran from her vagina. The blood of a virgin no more. He smiled. The thought of him being her first love made him eager for more. He decided he had time. Stroking himself into a frenzy, he entered her anus and pumped, then he pulled out and entered her swollen vagina. He grunted with each thrust, bit at her nipples, and groaned when he ejaculated.
She was awake when he looked at her. Pain and fear filled her eyes. They were dry. He pulled out. She winched at the action. He smiled. Getting off her, he licked her vagina clean of the blood and semen covering it.
“You’re mine now.”
Her eyes remained dry. She tried not to think about what had just happened. She tried to think of green fields filled with flowers and butterflies flittering in the sky. She almost succeeded in disappearing into her fantasy world, but the man brought her back with his words and tongue.
A tingling sensation mingled with the pain. She felt ashamed. She had just been brutally raped and sodomized, yet her body craved for more of his touch. Now she knew she was lost. She would never be the same little mommy’s girl again. The rest of the kids would look at her as if she was tainted. Maybe the boys would do the same thing as this man. That thought finally brought the tears to her eyes.
The man kissed her eyes and stroked her skin. She felt it burn where he touched. She pulled against her restraints, but they remained tight. He kept touching her, caressing her breasts, watching her.
After a minute, he rose to his feet, went to the same box he had retrieved the rod from and pulled out some clothes. He dressed in a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt that hugged his muscular frame before returning to her. He loosened the restraints holding her feet and tied them together. He did the same to her arms. She gave him no resistance.
He lifted her off the cot and carried her outside. Dusk covered the area. The cool air caressed her bare skin, causing goose bumps to rise. She shivered. The man felt it and held her closer against his body.
A plain brown Ford van was parked among the trees, hidden from the road a short distance away. The color matched the bark of the surrounding trees. He opened the back, placed her inside, and gently touched her cheek before shutting the door. Rew felt her stomach roll. The man was taking her away. Her family would never find her now. She lay there, wondering what was going to happen next.
The man returned to the building. He picked up Rew’s clothes, tossed them and the rod onto the cot, and rolled the thin mattress into a log. He used another bit of rope from the box to secure it. After spanning the interior a final time to make sure nothing else remained, he carried the mattress to the van and placed it next to the girl. He walked to the driver’s door and got in. The keys dangled in the ignition. With a twist to the right, the engine purred to life. Pulling the gearshift into drive, he pressed on the gas pedal and rolled down the dirt road toward the main blacktop. Once there, he turned north.
All he thought about during the hours that passed was the wonderful feeling he had with the girl. She was his, now and forever. He would be able to have that feeling whenever he wanted it. That thought made him horny. He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. It was as hard as a rock. He looked down and admired it. The veins stuck out. He ran his fingers over them, feeling the tinge of excitement running through his body. It made him want her now.
Pulling off the road, he parked the van behind a clump of bushes, hiding it from any passersby. The darkness of night helped. He separated the curtain dividing the back from the front and saw the girl watching him. Fear filled her eyes. He loved those eyes. They were as blue as the sky. He crawled across the carpet covering the floor. She cowered from him; he pulled her close. Flipping her over on her belly, he admired her ass.
It was small and tight. None of the cottage cheese look touched its beauty. He grabbed it with both hands and squeezed. The girl whimpered. He slapped her butt and held a finger to his lips. She quieted. Again, he swelled with pride. Feeling the ache of want, he lifted her hips and spread her ass. He played with the opening for her anus, circling it with first his finger, then his penis.
Rew watched with horror as the man came at her with his engorged penis. He lifted her hips and played with her ass. She felt it touch her anus and go in. She pulled her knees toward her belly, trying to reduce the pain. It didn’t help. She remained silent throughout the assault, even though she wanted to scream.
The man leaned across her back and pushed harder. His breath huffed with each thrust. He reached for one of her breasts and milked it like he would a cow. She grunted when he pushed. He was elated. She was a gem. He wanted more. He straightened up on his knees, held on to her hips, and shoved his penis as far inside as it would go. He pulled out then shoved deep inside again. This time, she could not hold back. She screamed.
The man leaned over and slapped her across her head. He hit her over and over until she quieted down. He returned to his knees and pumped her unmercifully. When he had enough of her ass, he moved to her vagina. He wanted to drive his penis into her mouth, but knew it wasn’t time for that yet. It would come. Thinking about her wet tongue moving over him caused his need to rise to an even higher level.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He hoisted her knees up onto her belly and drove his aching penis home. The girl arched her head back, though she did not let out a sound. He lay on her legs and rocked his hips in an urgency driven wild by the need to release. Moments later, he did.
Rew felt every inch of her used body. Her anus throbbed and her vagina felt like it was ripped wide open. Yet, her body tingled with need. She felt the man’s penis inside her, growing smaller. She felt him slide it out and get up. She felt the emptiness below, with its desire to be filled again. Did these feelings make her a slut? Her mind said yes, but her body said no. Which one would win? She had a feeling it was going to be her body.
The man slid into the driver seat and started the van. He backed out and returned to the road. The headlights shined bright in the dark. He knew he had about three more hours ahead of him before he reached his destination. He had a cabin in the Monongahela National Forest. When he built it from the local timber, alone, he took great steps to make sure no one knew of its existence.
No roads led to the cabin, he had to walk to it. It took just over five hours. A particularly dense patch of forest hid the van from eyes flying overhead, or those driving past on the road whenever he left it behind.
He had thought of everything.
Other girls were brought to it. He soon discovered they were not the One and buried them in the forest when he was through with them.
The sign he looked for lit up in the headlights in the predicted amount of time. It was a clump of holly bushes, the only one in the area. He had planted them himself. Turning the van, he disappeared through the opening and onto an overgrown trail wide enough for the vehicle. He drove slowly because the ground was soft and he did not want to leave tire tracks. He knew the tall grass would return to its upright position as soon as daylight hit it. He had watched on previous visits to make sure.
About three miles into the trees, a particularly thick growth of hanging vines seemed to block the way. He got out of the van and moved toward it. Pulling back a bunch, he exposed the hiding spot for the van. He returned, drove inside and replaced the vines. Dried dead leaves hung on the branches. It was late in the year. Snow would soon cover everything. He liked the snow. It was beautiful to watch as it fell. It made everything pure.
The man moved to the back of the van and opened the doors. The girl was asleep. She was beautiful, like the snow. His jeans shifted over the growing penis. He knew he had to wait, though. It would be daylight soon and he wanted to be as close to the cabin as possible before then. He was tired.
He grabbed a knapsack resting near the mattress and positioned it onto his back. It held a few things to hold him over until he reached the cabin. His cabin was well supplied, especially before winter when the snow made travel virtually impossible. He wrapped a blanket around the girl before picking her up. She mumbled in her sleep, resting her head on his chest. He kissed her softly on the top of her head.
Turning to the northwest, he started through the undergrowth. It was not particularly thick this time of year. In spring, he would have a harder time of it because of the thorn bushes.
Halfway to his destination, he stopped to rest. He put the now awake girl down on the ground and removed the pack. Opening it, he pulled out a granola bar. It was his favorite kind: maple brown sugar. She looked at the bar with longing.
The man saw the look and pulled out a second. He handed it to her. She hesitated, but quickly grabbed it when he started to pull it back. Both enjoyed the maple taste, lightly doused with brown sugar. When they finished, the man took her wrapper and placed it inside the pack. It made him angry when he saw litter carelessly tossed into the forest. Positioning the knapsack on his back again, he replaced the tape and picked up the girl. He moved through the darkness with familiar ease.
Rew wondered how the man knew where he was walking. It was so dark. She was lucky to see the nose in front of her face. She knew she would be lost in a second if he decided to leave her alone. She snuggled deeper into the blanket, feeling the warmth of the man next to it. Her hands and feet were cold. The rope was not tight, but it prevented her from moving, thus reducing circulation.
The light of the coming dawn glowed red on the tops of the trees when the cabin came into view. Rew inhaled deep through her nose. It was rustic, yet beautiful in the way it blended with its surrounding. She felt a pang in her heart. She knew this was her new home, and that she would probably not see the ones she loved again. Her family and the police would never find her here.
The man remained silent. The only time she remembered him talking was the few sentences he said at the shed. The silence was deafening. She wanted to cry out, to have her voice echo into the valley below, but also knew it would mean the end of her short life. She wanted to live, to experience the joys of marriage, to see her parents again. To do that, she remained as quiet as a mouse.
The man hoisted her higher in his arms. He kissed her on the forehead, and said, “Welcome home.”
His voice had a deep, almost harmonizing quality to it. It broke the silence. Birds started singing, heralding the coming of dawn. Squirrels started barking out their calls, inviting others to join in. Both rustled through the branches, playing.
He moved to the door of the cabin and stepped inside.
Rew noticed it was as rustic as the outside. The furniture was carved out of wood, as was the bed. The bed stood in a corner near a fireplace. A metal ledge hung inside the fireplace for cooking. Electricity wasn’t here. Neither was running water. Pans hung from hooks near the fireplace. Area rugs covered the floor for warmth and comfort. The place was neat and tidy.
The man carried Rew to the bed and laid her down. He opened the blanket to expose her tied limbs. That was when she noticed the straps. They were similar to the ones in the shack, but different. The ones for her arms were above, attached to the frame of the bed. The ones for her legs hung from the ceiling.
The man loosened her hands first. She squirmed; he slapped her across her face. The world swam in a sea of swirling mist as he pulled her arms up, securing them. He undid her legs and spread them apart, hanging them in the straps. Her swollen red vagina appeared; it excited him. He wanted to play with it, yet knew he had to warm the place up first. He couldn’t let this wonderful gem get sick. That would end all his pleasure.
Reluctantly moving from her, he put some wood into the fireplace. He lit it with a match and watched as the fire grew. He grew along with it. The more he thought of the exposed vagina, the more he grew. As the warmth of the fire filled the room, he removed his clothes. He preferred to be naked. The feeling of synthetic material on his skin, even ones made of 100% cotton, made him cringe with displeasure. He preferred to be pleased.
Rew saw the clothes drop to the floor and watched as the man’s penis jumped to attention. She stared as he began to stroke the member with love. Her body started to betray her. It wanted that member inside, even as her mind screamed no.
The man saw her. He refused to acknowledge her need and continued to play with his penis. He guided his fingers up one side of the shaft before moving down the other side. He spread his knees and played with his balls. Then he grabbed the shaft and jerked the skin upward. He was not circumcised and the skin bunched up on the tip. He pulled it back down, exposing the moisture oozing from the tip.
He leaned his head back, watching the girl’s reactions. She was becoming his more and more. He would bide his time, tease her, break down her defenses, her spirit, and forever turn her away from the life she knew. He liked to take them young. When they were young, he could mold them; make them more to his liking. When they no longer pleased him, when they no longer held a purpose, he disposed of them easily. That was his specialty. That was what he liked to do; and he was good at it.
He refused to take the tape off her mouth. He had tried that with the other girls; all they did was whine. He did not want to disturb the beautiful sounds of nature with that kind of pollution. That was also the reason he remained silent.
He turned to face the girl. She looked away for a brief moment, then focused her eyes on his again. He could tell she was fascinated.
Rew’s mind screamed no. She did not want this man to take her again. He hurt without care. Her body screamed yes, and her body was winning.
Her hips lifted off the bed and her nipples became peaks of hard flesh. She wished her hands were free so she could relieve the increasing pressure to her groin. She had never had sex before, but she knew how to please herself. She had played with her clitoris enough to make her cum. She always took a shower afterwards to hide the evidence from her mother.
The man smiled at her and jerked his penis harder. His face turned red from the effort. She thought he was going to explode right there. He moaned when a wad of sperm shot out, arching in her direction, landing on the wooden floor. It missed the carpet. With a sigh, he moved to a shelf, removed a cloth and walked to the mess. He squatted down with his legs open wide, displaying himself to her as he cleaned it up.
Rew watched in disbelief as his penis started to rise again. She wondered if he ever stayed down. The picture that popped into her head in response made her giggle. The man looked at her. He smiled, rose to his feet, and walked to the fire. He threw the cloth in. She giggled harder as his penis bounced while he walked. He paused, stared into the dancing flames, before facing her. He moved toward her. Her eyes were glued on the bouncing penis. She failed to see the angry set of his jaw.
The man decided now was the time to fulfill another pleasure he wanted to do. He hated it when the girls laughed at him. He had to teach this one a lesson.
Ripping the tape off, he grabbed her lower jaw and lifted her face toward him, forcing her mouth open. She was so shocked by the maneuver, she forgot to cry out. He crammed his penis between her soft lips. She tried to close her mouth. He yanked on her hair. When he felt her teeth rake the skin, he reached back and twisted her nipple. Each time she tried something unpleasant, he gave her pain. She finally relented and kept her mouth open.
He guided his penis in and out, causing her tongue to brush against the skin. He shoved it in, feeling the back of her throat. She gagged. He pulled it out. He slowly repeated the process. It felt as good as he had imagined. He indicated for her to suck on the penis. When she was too slow, he slapped her. Her lips closed; he felt the pressure of suction. It made him throb. He pulled his penis from her mouth and guided his balls close. She licked one, then the other. It sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. He shivered.
He stuck his penis back in her mouth. She sucked on it without him needing to indicate. He was in heaven. Only one thing would make this moment the best. He ejaculated in her mouth, deep in her throat. He held her head so she could not pull away, causing her to cough and sputter. He was pleased with her response. Maybe now she would not laugh. If she did, he knew he would enjoy punishing her again. He pulled his limp penis out of her mouth. Before she could spit out his cum, he replaced the tape over her lips.
The man could tell by the look in her eyes that she had never tasted cum before. Again, he was pleased to be her first. Stroking himself, he moved to her vagina. He kneeled on the end of the bed and sniffed her. The smell was sweet. He flicked out his tongue and tasted the juices within. They were as sweet as the girl. He knew they would be. Moving his tongue, he teased the little red clitoris. She raised her hips in response.
It was too easy for him. He liked pain and the reactions caused by it. He got off the bed and moved to the shelf where some cloths sat. He grabbed some forceps resting next to them and brought them back to the bed. The girl looked first at the forceps, then at him. He saw fear. He was glad.
He opened the first one and pinched it on the right nipple. The girl drew in a breath. He opened the next one and pinched it to the left nipple. Again, the girl drew in a breath. No sound came from her other than the breath. When he clamped the third one to her clitoris, she finally screamed. He smiled.
He remembered the rod forgotten in the van. It was okay; he had another one, a bigger one; one acquired specifically for his pleasure. He left the girl crying and returned to the shelf. He removed the rod and held it high. The steel shaft glinted in the firelight. This rod made his huge shaft look small in comparison. He saw her eyes widen, tears streaming from their corners. He felt himself rise. This was exciting.
Rew pulled against her restraints. It only caused her legs to swing back and forth. The motion made his penis stand taller. It excited him. She tried to plead through the tape, but the only sound that came out was a garbled noise. The man frowned. He came at her, the rod held in front of him. She pleaded louder. The noise infuriated him. She knew it was useless, but she couldn’t stop, she was so scared.
The man grabbed one of her swinging legs and yanked it away from the other. His fingers sank into the thigh, leaving deep indentations, causing the tender area there to announce its displeasure at such treatment. He was so angry. It was the first time she had seen him like this. She tried to shift her hips off to the side. The man held them in place, slipping his body between her wildly gyrating legs. He rammed the rod into her vagina, withdrew it, and rammed it in again. She couldn’t believe the pain. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. She wanted to die at that moment. The man shoved and shoved and shoved.
Suddenly she felt lips on her face. The rod was gone. The forceps were gone. The tape was gone She had no idea when he had stopped. She felt his tongue caress hers. She responded. The touch was so soft. All she wanted to do was make this man happy. If she made him happy, he would not hurt her. She felt him cup her breasts. She felt him lay on top of her. She felt his manhood enter her vagina. And she smiled. The nagging emptiness was filled.
The man moved his tongue over hers; she kissed him back. He felt her resistance give. He rejoiced. He had her; she was his. He entered her with the kind of joy he rarely felt and released his seed with a roar of pleasure. He fell asleep on top of her, his penis still inside her, his face nestled in the crook of her neck.
When the man woke, the sun was setting. He untied the girl and took her outside to pee. She was naked. He liked her that way. When they returned, he put a collar around her slim neck, securing it with a small lock. A leather leash hooked on to the end of the bed. He did not restrain her limbs. He knew her spirit was gone. It showed in her eyes. He motioned with his hand what would happen if she tried to escape. She nodded her head in resigned understanding. He was glad she knew how to be silent. It allowed him to enjoy her better.
He put one of the pots on the fire and filled it with water from a barrel. A drain ran into the wall from the outside and allowed the water to run in. When the barrel was full, he blocked the drain, preventing it from working. He put dried vegetables, along with dried meat in the pot. The smell of stew filled the cabin.
Rew sat on the bed, watching. The collar chaffed. She knew better than to touch it. That would infuriate the man and he would hurt her. She wanted him to touch her in a kind manner, not the hurtful way. She wondered what was so bad about sex that had her mother telling her such lies about waiting to do it. She loved the way her vagina seemed to ripple like a wave from the ocean with his softer touches.
The man stood by the pot, stirring the contents. Rew rose to her feet and moved next to him; the leash trailed behind her. She reached around his waist and gently stroked his penis. It rose to her touch. The man put the wooden spoon aside, reached for her, and pulled her tight against his body. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him. He inserted his penis into her and pumped her up and down. She arched her back and met his thrust with her own.
Without any warning, he pulled out and threw her to the floor. His lip curled. He grabbed the spoon and beat her already bruised thighs, adding red whelps to the dark spots. She hissed in pain. She didn’t know what she had done to make him so mad.
A voice filled the room; it was his. “You will never take sex unless it is given. You will beg for it first—beg for it on your knees!”
He emphasized each word with a smack of the spoon. He wanted her to remember who the master was. He did not want her to take liberties that were not hers to take. Finally, he calmed. The spoon slowed.
She was crying silently. She took the punishment. She had been bad. All she wanted was to make him happy. Now he was mad.
The man held the spoon in front of his mouth and licked and sucked on it before returning it to the stew. He removed the stew from the fire. Rew cringed. She didn’t know what he would do next. He extended a hand and helped her to her feet. She felt him lift her off the floor and indicated for her to wrap her slim legs around him. She did. He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back. She was surprised to see his penis limp.
He straddled her head and positioned his ass in front of her face. He indicated for her to lick his anus. She complied. She was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t. Her pink tongue ran around his dark opening. He grabbed his cheeks and spread them. At the same time, he motioned for her to insert it inside. She pushed her tongue against the opening. The taste was retched. She wanted to stop, to throw up. The fear of punishment kept her going. She pushed it inside.
The man made her keep her tongue straight. He wiggled his ass and made her push it in and out. He enjoyed testing her devotion, her willingness to follow commands. It made him feel powerful, in complete control.
Rew closed her eyes. Her heart pounded. She was excited and grossed out at the same time. The things she was forced to do should never have been done by anyone barely eighteen years of age. Yet, here she was, doing things only whispered about during sleepovers with her girlfriends.
The man got off her. He ran his tongue over her face. She opened her mouth, accepting it. He moved down her body. She shivered. His tongue found her clitoris. She shivered again. He lay on her and pierced her mouth with his now hard penis. She sucked it willingly. He pushed his member deep into her throat. She reached up and grabbed his ass, shoving it in deeper. He smiled and fulfilled her dreams. He pumped her so hard he couldn’t believe she handled it. When he came in her mouth, she lapped it up like a puppy.
Time passed. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. Days became weeks. Rew ceased thinking about her parents, her home, her friends. The man was the only person important now, the man and his magical touch. The pain no longer mattered. The touch always followed. Sometimes she begged for the pain so she could get the touch.
The man tugged on the leash, pulling the girl outside. He did not need it anymore, but he liked it anyway. It gave him power. Lately, the girl was becoming too complacent. He bored easily. She didn’t fight; she didn’t show fear; she didn’t pull against her restraints when he used them. She didn’t even please him like before. It took the others months to reach this point. She achieved it in weeks. He knew she was not the One from the start, but had hoped she would change. The hope vanished with her lack of resistance.
He led her deeper into the woods. She had no idea what he was doing. She didn’t know he was taking her to meet the other girls. He stopped when he reached a place covered with leaves, dropped from the trees draped over the clearing. He pulled the girl in front. He turned her toward him and kissed her sweet lips. He knew he would miss this one, but it was time to move on. He needed to be excited again.
He laid her back on the dry leaves and fondled her breasts. She smiled at the pleasure caused by his touch. She shifted her hips, opening her knees to allow him access. He reached down and played with the hair. His penis hardened. He knew this would be their last time together. He mounted her gently, something he had never done before. She groaned with joy. He moved in and out slowly, savoring their last dance.
Rew sensed something was wrong. He was too gentle. She opened her eyes. She looked into the black depths of his. They were void of feeling, of life, of anything. She kissed them, trying to bring something to them. They remained void. That was when she felt his hands on her throat. She arched her head back, thinking he wanted to feel the skin there. They tightened.
Breathing became difficult. She fought. She thrashed. She hit. The hands squeezed tighter. He pushed his penis in deeper. He closed his eyes and held on to her throat tight while he pumped her. She gasped for air. The man lost all sense of time. With a cry of release, he filled her with his sperm. When he opened his eyes, he saw hers staring into nothing. He never knew exactly when she had died.
Getting off her, he knelt at her side. He felt the tears as they rolled down his cheeks and dropped to his thighs. He silently cried—cried for the girl, cried for his loss, but most of all, he cried for the next girl he would meet.
When he finished, he buried the girl in a hole dug especially for her. She lay next to seven others. All of them his past loves. All of them young girls. All of them missed dearly by their families.
He covered the soil with some of the dry leaves, to hide the girl’s resting place, and to keep her warm. He felt she deserved that much for all the pleasure she had given him. He returned to the cabin, dressed in the same clothes he had worn a little over three weeks ago, packed the knapsack, and pulled the door closed behind him when he left. A plain brown van pulled onto the blacktop five hours later.
Chapter Two
Nature Kranderson bolted upright from her resting position. She looked around, bewildered. It took her a minute to get her bearings and to realize she was not in a wooded area, but in her own study. Four people sat in the room with her. Two were the people who hired her, one was her secretary and trusted friend, the last was the local sheriff. The sheriff did not look pleased.
“How long was I out?”
Sheriff Westerly retorted, “Six hours.”
“Did you see anything?”
The woman asking the questions was in her mid forties. Gray streaks ran through her brunette hair. She was beautiful. The man next to her remained silent. He must have been a body builder at one time. His upper half still rippled but his waist rolled over his pants, probably from too much beer on football nights with the boys.
“Liz—give her a minute. She just came around.”
“Our daughter may not have a minute!”
“It’s been almost four weeks.”
“What difference does that make? She could still be alive. I know she is—I can feel it.” She stared at her husband, holding the front of his shirt tight in her clenched fists. “I can feel it!”
“Calm down, baby. Getting all upset doesn’t make the situation any better.”
Nature watched as Mark Mosby, her client, pulled his wife close. He looked at her with pleading eyes. Nature kept her expression blank. She knew what had happened to their daughter. She had seen it in her vision, her gift, her nightmare. She was psychic.
She did not want to be the one to tell them but knew she must. They needed closure. She gripped the teddy bear tighter against her body. It had been the daughter’s favorite toy. Even at eighteen, she still slept with it.
Someone moved toward her. A cup came into sight. A dark brown liquid filled it. The smell of tea wafted to her nose. She looked up to see her secretary standing there.
“Thought you might need this after such a long session.”
Nature took the cup, wrapped her stiff fingers around it, and sipped at the contents. It helped warm the cold emptiness she felt inside.
“You always know how to take care of me, don’t you.”
“I have to. You don’t seem to know how to do it by yourself. You need my help.”
She tipped the cup at the young woman, “Help appreciated.”
Sandy Nemoy was in her late twenties. She could have been a super model in New York, with her long slender legs, dynamite body, and flowing mane of blonde hair, but chose to be a secretary instead. Nature had asked her about it once. Sandy only laughed. She said she did not want to be stereotypical. Besides, she liked being a secretary, especially to Nature. It was exciting.
Sandy returned to her chair, crossed one leg over the other, and waited. Nature saw Sheriff Westerly eye those legs with appreciation. He noticed Nature looking at him and looked away, blushing. He may be in his fifties, but he was still a man after all.
The Mosbys shifted on the couch, bringing her attention back to the current situation. They were waiting for some word on their lost daughter. She had not come home from school and a missing person report was filed with the local police. Search parties combed the neighborhood and surrounding areas. They found nothing. After just over two weeks without any leads, the police moved on to other more pressing cases. Cases involving murder, shootings, and death. Unwilling to follow their example, they hounded the officers, friends, neighbors, and anyone they met, without results. That was why they were here now. Nature was their last option, their last hope.
Sandy had taken the desperate call on Wednesday. By Friday, they had the money for the fee and the airfare to come to Montana. They were staying in the guest cottage on her property. It was the only building Nature refused to enter. The feelings emanating from it were too much for her to handle. Too much sadness, too much anger, too much loss.
“Mrs. Kranderson…?” Mark Mosby said.
Nature drew in a deep breath. She held it only a second before releasing it, the built up tension eased somewhat by it. This was going to be rough. She set the cup of tea on the end table.
“Mr. Mosby…Mrs. Mosby…” She nodded her head to each. “I’m afraid your daughter is dead.”
“What?” Mrs. Mosby said, her face covered with disbelief, “That can’t be right. I can feel her…she’s alive….she’s alive I tell you.”
Mr. Mosby stared at Nature. He asked in a voice barely above a whisper, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Nature looked at the wife, “She was late and didn’t want you to get mad at her. She was taken from a shortcut through the woods behind the school.”
Mrs. Mosby’s mouth hung open, her hands clenched into fists before it, hiding it.
“Did you see who took her? Did she know who the person was?” Mr. Mosby asked all the questions. His wife was too stunned to speak.
“I couldn’t see him. I could only feel the evil within. And your daughter didn’t know him.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“She’s close to some mountains, somewhere not frequented by many, somewhere in a forest. I don’t know which ones. But I do sense they are toward the east.”
Mrs. Mosby bolted from her seat. She ran to Nature before anyone could stop her and grabbed her exposed hand. She pleaded, “You’re wrong! You’re wrong! Rew can’t be dead, she can’t be!”
Nature jerked her hand back, trying to free it. Liz wrapped her other hand around the wrist. Desperation and despair made the woman’s grip strong, too strong to break free. She felt the woman’s sorrow, her grief. She experienced her pain as if a knife had been plunged into her back. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her heart felt like it was going to rip out of her chest. Her world disappeared into a shroud of blackness. She started to scream.
“Liz! Let go, NOW!”
Suddenly, the hands holding her were gone, but the feeling from them remained. Nature heard Mr. Mosby shouting. She heard Sheriff Westerly, Web, shouting. She heard Mrs. Mosby crying. She kept her eyes closed tight. She was trying to work the horrible feelings out. Her body had had too much and wanted to withdraw. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was able to bring herself under control.