The Search

[JusticeLupus]

OOC: This is a thread between Artful and myself.
Jessica is 18 years, she has light brown shoulder length hair and stormy blue gray eyes. She is about 5'4" with a small to medium body structure. Her breasts are an average size and her hips are flared with a very feminine curve to them.

Jessica was in a horrible rock climbing accident, someone had cut her climbing rope and she fell a good 35 feet. She has some head injuries and many scrapes and bruises. The worst of it is that she has amnesia.

IC:
Jessica awakens laying on the cold dirt. Her head is pounding and her ears are ringing. She tries to look around but it her whole body hurts, especially her head and neck. She finally manages to sit up and assess her injuries. She runs her fingers around the harness, then the caribiner and figure 8 which still has her rope through it. She shakes her head as if trying to figure out what is happening and something rattles. She reaches up and undoes a helmet then inspects it. The helmet is broken in half and bloody. Her hair matted with her own blood. She undoes the harness and steps out of it then looks up with a bit of difficulty in focusing. She thinks to herself "Where am I? Wait.. What is this that I was wearing? I'm so confused..."
It's getting dark outside and she slowly starts to walk toward civilization. She stumbles across a Bistro on the edge of a town and sits down at one of the tables with her head in her hands.

 

[artful]

Art

Artful!
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OOC:
NAME:-Arthur B.Hoover
AGE:-30
RACE:-Caucasian
MILITARY:-Defective hearing barred enlistment
HEIGHT:-5' 11"
WEIGHT:-195 lbs.
HAIR:-brown,but now streaked heavily with gray
EYES:-A piercing blue/gray
Occupation:-Odd jobs around town,part time bartender at Sid's Tavern on the edge of town.
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IC:
The joint was empty,having done the clean up,and checked the shelf stock,I lit a cigarette and waited for 6:00 p.m. It was a Monday shift,and Sid never kept the place open any later than six on Mondays.Two minutes to go,damn I hate this stupid shit,"Ya gotta keep the fuckin' doors open till SIX sharp!,"Sid had bellowed out as the door slammed shut behind him."Well,that was two hours ago,...and I hadn't had ONE customer",I thought to myself.

One more minute,...oops,..in comes a young gal drunk as a skunk no doubt as she staggers to the first table and collapses in the chair.Leaning her elbows on the table she cradles her head as if she has a miserable hang over.

Not wanting to stay open with only one customer,I peek out the door to see how many more are on there way in.Holy shit,...there was not a soul out there.My 92' Dodge van sat lonely and still at the far end of the lot.I didn't know who the young girl was,but I DID know she wasn't from around here.

"Hell," I said to myself,"Now what?I gotta drunk teenager in the tavern,nobody else saw her come in,I can see it now!"~~~YOU are fired Art,what the fuck are ya doin' sellin' booze to a goddamn minor?~~~

Stepping back inside,I locked the door and approached her table,"Miss,...I don't have any idea who you are,...but this place is closed,...is there anybody you wanna call and have them pick you up.I don't mind waiting a little while so you don't have to stand outside,waiting in the cold!"

 

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Jessica looks up at him slowly, her face bloodied from the head injury and tries to focus on him. She lets her head drop back down though because it hurts to hold it up. She stammers a bit to try to find her voice "I... I don't know... Where am I? What days is it?" She looks around curiously then back up at the man standing in front of her. "I don't know sir. I don't even know who I am...."

 

[artful]

Art

As she raised her head to look at me,in the dimness of the taverns subdued lighting,I saw streaks of what appeared to be dried blood crusted in sinuous trails down her face."Goddammit baby, what happened,your boyfriend beat you up?"She mumbled something like,"I... I don't know... Where am I? What dayzit?"Slowly she turned her head, right and left,with a vacant stare and once again mumbled,"I don't know sir. I don't even know who I am...."~~~Aww fuck,...nobody's gonna believe the truth if I tell it to them straight,...I gotta think!~~~"Sit still,...let me get some water!"

Bringing back an old dented dishpan full of hot sudsy water,...I began bathing her face as carefully as I could.I found that her face hadn't even been scratched.The blood had come from a shallow laceration on top of her scalp.As I started to wash the matted clump of hair,free from the coagulated blood,I also found a HUGE pumpknot just off to the left.

"Damn",I muttered to myself, "I wonder what had happened to her,no boyfriend did THIS too her."
The tavern was located just outside the town limits of Ola,Arkansas.Sid's place came under the jurisdiction of Yell County Sheriff's office.I hesitated calling the Sheriff cause I could just hear Sid yellin' at me tomorrow,"Sheeeeeeeeezasss Keeeeeerist Art,...Why the fuck didja call the gawddamn countie mounties? Them bastards ain't nuttin' but problems!"

"Shit shit shit,...what to do,what to do?Ok,ok,ok, ...I got it,"I said to myself,"Take her home with ya Art,...she will feel better in the morning,then you can give her a ride into Ola,(consisting of one post office,one Mini-Mart/bait shop/gas station),and all will be ok!"

She kept trying to lay her head down and go to sleep,but I knew enough about head injuries to keep her awake."If she wasn't better by in the morning,I would call the sheriff and spill my guts,whether he believed me or not."I said to no one in particular."I also knew the best thing for her was to get some rest,...to lie down,but NOT go to sleep."

"Still talking to myself,"Art,as soon as you lay her in the back of the van,ya gotta at least look for signs of a wreck on your way home." Home for me was a one bedroom shanty up in the hills about 5 miles outta Ola,toward Dardanelle.A larger town of about 3000 rural souls.

I rinsed out the pan,put things away,and pulled my van up close to the door.The young woman had seemed to improve,as she walked without assistance and seated herself in the van,without me having to help.Locking up the tavern,I sped away toward home,...keeping an eye out for signs of a wrecked vehicle all the way.

 

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Jessica just looked at Arthur strangely when he asked her if her boyfriend beat her up. She shook her head and winced cause that hurt then watched him leave to get some water.

Jessica sighed softly to herself as she felt the warm rag over her face, the sensation somehow soothing to her. She winced and moaned softly as he starts to work over the blood matted hair because every movement pulled on her scalp.

She listened to him curiously as he muttered to himself and tries to make sense of what he is saying but she just can't. She's too busy fighting to stay concious and to keep her eyes open was a real chore.

Her head slips as soon as he lets go of her and she wakes herself back up with a start and mumbles something inaudibly. She looks up at Arthur crosseyed and tries to focus again as she listens to him talking to herself. "Sleep?" she queries. "I just want to sleep. My head hurts bad."

Jessica listens to him talking to himself even more now. She rolls thoughts over in her head "wreck.. wreck... what is a wreck? Why was I lying on the ground with something around me?" She groans as the thinking makes her head hurt worse. She watches him walk off and return after awhile. She walks slowly and gets into the van. The soft lulling movement of the van as he drives makes her have to fight harder. She slips in and out of conciousness a couple more times and doesn't regain it until she is being carried into the house.
She is wearing small pack around her waist, containing the harness and other than that she has nothing on but a pair of short denim shorts and a sports bra. She shivers from the cold night air as she is carried.

 

[artful]

Art

I couldn't go any faster,as we turned off the highway and headed to my shack.Crossing the low water bridge was no problem,as the waters had receded after the storm passing through early yesterday morning had dumped 4" of rainfall in a few short hours.Three more miles up the bumpy dirt road and we were home.

Glancing at my watch as I pulled up to the front porch,I noted the time,8:00P.M.."Oh well,"I muttered to myself,"at least I don't have to go to work till Friday night."On the jostling ride from the highway to my front door,I had to lean over a couple of times and gently shake the girl to keep her awake.~~~I hoped I hadn't fucked up by bringing her home with me,but I knew in my own mind it was the right thing to do,...SOMETHING didn't quite add up here.

I had noticed her boots,the outfit she wore,and the double pouch which was belted around her slim waist.There were many cliffs and caves in this part of Arkansas.It being declared the "Natural State",most of the tourism was centered around hiking,climbing,spelunking,bungee jumps,fishing and hunting,but Ola was far from the well tread path of tourists.

Opening up the passenger door,I was barely in time to catch her,as she toppled sideways out of the van.Her eyes fluttered open as I kicked the door shut,turned,and carried her inside the house.She was light,...maybe 110 lbs.,and it was a simple matter to ease her down on one of the old wooden chairs.I didn't want her getting to comfy for fear she would go to sleep,enter into a coma,and never wake up.

Having prepared the fireplace that morning,before I left for work,I quickly searched to find a box of wooden stick matches.Finding them,all I needed to do was light the pine kindling,and the flames were soon leaping upwards,threading themselves around the larger logs on top.The girl sat there, quiet and unmoving,as I tended the fire and plugged in the coffee pot.

Peering at her,from where I stood at the kitchen counter,I could now see the many scratches and shallow lacerations that covered her arms and legs.Seeing as she began to gather her senses,as she gazed at the fire,I asked her if she would like a cup of coffee.She replied,"Yeah,one lump and black!"

As we sat and sipped the coffee,she asked if there was any way she could clean up? "Yes,but I will have to go in there with you,...I ain't takin' NO chances of you going to sleep in the tub and drowning."Scraping the chair back from the table, I went to the bathroom and started running the water for her bath.Coming back,I refilled our cups as we waited for the tub to fill.

When it was about time to check the water,she seemed to not care one way or the other,as I led her to the bathroom.She began to strip on the way,peeling off her pouch belt,and letting it fall to the floor of the hallway.Standing aside,I let her walk past me through the doorway,as she continued to nonchalantly disrobe.I stepped around her and shut off the water,while she sat on the toilet lid and unlaced her boots.

Standing up barefooted,she unsnapped her shorts to reveal she had not been wearing ANY undergarments, as her shorts dropped suddenly to lay huddled atop her dainty feet.I stood there dumbfounded as she tested the temperature of the water,and carefully held onto my shoulder with one hand,as she eased her body into the steaming bath.Suddenly she blushed, as if recalling somehow,that what she had just done was NAUGHTY.Averting her eyes,she timidly asked,"Would you please hand me a wash cloth and,...do you have any bubble bath?"

 

[JusticeLupus]

Jessica startled and jumped each time her body was shook. She would stir enough to wake up for a bit then slip back out for awhile.

Jessica stirred and finally started to wake up more as she was picked up and carried then set into an old wooden chair. She squirms a bit to try and get comfortable. She watched the fire blankly, somewhat mesmerized by the flames as she watches them. The smell of coffee brings her around a bit more and stretches with a soft yelp as the abrasions and cuts stretch on her body.

Jessica shakes her head a bit after saying how she wanted her coffee. Her voice sounded like an echo to her and it makes her shiver. She sipped the coffee slowly, trying so hard to gain her bearings and what was going on. All of this was to no avail however. She asks about getting cleaned up and nods slowly as she strips her clothes off on the way to the bathroom.
Jessica lets out a soft groan as she tries to unlace her boots, but manages to get it done after a few tries.

Jessica asks for the things that she needs, such as a wash clothe and some bubble bath. She feels shame rising up in her cheeks and slowly hunkers down in the tub so that her body can not be seen by the kind man. She sighs softly and tears start to stream down her cheeks. Not only because has she realized that she has done something wrong but also out of fear because she doesn't know who she is or anything.

 

[artful]

Art

Seeing the young girl begin to cry. I handed her the wash cloth with a bar of Dial soap,and murmured, "There,there,...everythings gonna be ok,I'm not gonna hurt ya.Tomorrow we'll get things all straightened out,and you'll feel much better after you bathe."

Digging in the drawers,I found what I was looking for,a large sponge to gently cleanse her hair of the remaining bits of dried blood.The girl seemed to gather her senses as she started to lather the wash cloth with the bar of soap.Her mind occupied with trying to not cause herself undue pain,she appeared to relax and forget about keeping her body underwater.I watched as she began to slowly glide the sudsy cloth over most of the scratches and abrasions that covered her arms and shoulders. "Luckily for her,there were no deep cuts,she would heal quickly",I thought to myself.

Wincing from time to time,as she came across a tender,or badly bruised area,she proceeded to perk up a bit as she lathered her breasts.Somewhat embarrassed by gawking at her,I sat on the toilet lid,turned and began using the sponge to soak up the warm water and cascade it over the top of her head.The pink tinged runoff only showed with the first couple of applications.

Using both hands,I carefully parted her hair and cleaned the shallow cut thoroughly.Finishing up,I handed her a bottle of shampoo and told her,"I think it would less painful for you,if you went ahead and did the rest."I watched voyeuristically as she kept her eyes shut and squeezed the shampoo out of the plastic bottle.Her eyes had remained closed due to my earlier rinsing of her head.

As she raised her arms,her full breasts lifted and pointed the perky nipples in an upward arc.The pear shaped mounds quivered and danced as she slowlwy lathered her scalp.I had viewed her shaven slit earlier,and it WAS a beauty,but for some reason it was only NOW that I felt the first lurching of my manhood.For the first time,I envisioned the young girls trim body coupled with mine,thrashing in heated ecstasy.

My mind jumped back to reality as she asked,"Would you rinse me off please?"Startled,I mumbled my assent,and began dipping the sponge to rinse her head and shoulders.I asked her if she thought she was steady enough now where she could stand under the shower.She nodded yes,and I pulled the plug on the tub,and adjusted the water temperature as the tub began to empty out.Taking my shirt off,I warned her of the impending spray.

She kept her eyes closed as I shifted the stream to flow out of the shower head.She twisted her upper torso to place one hand on each of my shoulders,and as I firmly gripped her trim waist,...lifted her to a standing position.Now I REALLY had a problem!I released my grip on her firm waist and backed off.I didn't see her as an injured little girl anymore.

No,...now she was an elegant picture of restrained lust,...lust begging for me to release.My mind refused to turn loose of the vision where her legs were locked tightly around my muscled buttocks as we both erupted in violent shakings of an orgasm.

Somehow,we got through the rest of the event with out me attacking and raping her,though looking back,I don't see how,...she was a fucking *knockout*! My pants were tented,as she stepped out of the tub,and handing her a towel,I turned to head toward the kitchen.I didn't want her to see how her nudity affected me.Raising my voice,I hollered back over my shoulder,"I hope you like bacon and eggs,...breakfast is the only thing I know how to cook!"

 

[uncledenny]

OOC - You two are good !

 

[JusticeLupus]

OOC why thank you!

 

[JusticeLupus]

Jessica slowly wets her rag and rubs some soap over it then starts rubbing it over her. She breaths deeply trying to get the tears to stop coming and finally gains control of herself. Her eyes start to become a bit clearer as she washes her body. She winces in pain a few times and she grows more and more coherent. Jessica winces a bit more as the sponge slides over her hair and scalp, causing the hairs around the gash to pull on it a bit. Jessica blindly squeezed some shampoo out of the bottle and starts rubbing it into her hair and scalp, being careful to not hurt herself as she washes her hair. She washed her hair silently, breaking the silence only to ask to kind man if he would rinse her off.

Jessica keeps her eyes closed anticipating water to be poured down her head and shoulders but it doesn't happen. She opens her eyes a little and looks at Arthur as he asks her if she is steady enough to stand. She nods and moves a bit, placing her hands on his shoulders and letting him lift her up. Her mind is a bit puzzled "I left him touch me like that? Wait... He seems me naked too... "

Jessica shrugs her thoughts off for the moment and gets to work rinsing out her hair. She then lets the warm water run down her body, the streams filling like pinpricks as they hit her sore areas.
She finishes up and steps out of the tub She takes the towel and dries her hair some then wraps it around her body as Arthur calls out to her, she giggles softly "Bacon and eggs are fine, I'm not really hungry though.. I don't want to be a bother sir......"

Jessica sighs and walks to the mirror over the sink. She unwraps the towel and looks over the upper half of her body. She smiles a bit as she sees that her cuts and bruises aren't too terribly bad. She rewraps the towel around her waist and tucks it in then runs her fingers through her hair since she doesn't have a brush. She looks down the hall at her clothing that is on the floor and sighs again "I don't think he was supposed to see me naked." She leans down and picks up the sports bra, looking at it quizically and wondering what it is for. She knows it is to be worn but that is all. Then remembers taking it off. She picks up the shorts as well and shakes her head. They are ripped and muddy.

Jessica walks back into the kitchen and sits down in one of the hard wood chairs with the towel wrapped around her body. She watches Arthur curiously and wonders what to do about clothing. She doesn't really mind not having any on but somehow feels that it is wrong.

 

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Art

As usual,Sid had brought me a couple of bologna sandwiches when he stopped by at 2:00 p.m. this afternoon,but I always was hungry by the time I got home,and tonight,I was running a little later than normal.I figured hell,if she didn't eat,I could finish a couple of BLT's with a fried egg on top by myself anyway.

I busied myself in the kitchen trying to shake the vision of her sleek legs wound tightly around me,...but I just wasn't able to."FUCK!",I exclaimed to myself,"How are ya gonna hide that hard on Art? Ya can't stand here in front of the stove forever."I turned my head slightly,and saw that she had just shifted in the chair to look at the flames in the fireplace.

Quickly,I threw the sandwiches on a couple of plates,grabbing the coffee pot,and made a dash for the table."Goddamn it," I silently cursed,"I no sooner had taken the first step,and hearing me,she turned away from the fire,her gaze level with the crotch of my pants."She displayed an impish smile as she said,"I'll have some of that,...looks good enough to eat."

Reaching over to grab one of the plates,her towel slipped to just barely cover her high and proud nipples.I averted my eyes as she tittered a small giggle and re wrapped herself saying,"Uhmm,...I don't suppose you would have any old clothes that I could borrow,would'ja? Mine seem to be out of service!"

Not wanting to get up,showing how much in need I was,I pointed to a small closet and said,"Yeah, there are some folded levis on the top shelf,and take your pic on the shirts,...sorry,I don't have any women's clothes here."

"Shit,shit,shit! Damned if I do,and damned if I don't.I knew I couldn't resist watching her sway those luscious hips as she walked to the closet, but hell,there was no fucking way I was gonna get up and let her see my cock tented out the way it was." I tried once more to empty my head of all thoughts of sex,but it seemed the harder I tried, the *HARDER* I got!

 

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Jessica couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, well of course she couldn't. She didn't even know who she was or where she was from or anything. As she smells the food her stomach starts to growl and she realizes that she is really hungry.
She distracts herself by watching the fire in the fireplace, somehow mesmerized by it.

Jessica blushes and covers her mouth quickly after making a comment to him about the tent in his pants looking good enough to eat then looks down quickly, both ashamed and embarassed.
She quickly covers herself up as the towel slips and nods as he points to the closet. She grabs the smallest pair of levis there and slips them on under the towel then drops it, the outline of her breasts showing as she pulls on a muscle shirt of his, which fits perfectly, keeping her breasts pushed up a bit.
She chuckles at his response "Of course you don't have women's clothes here..."

 

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Art

It appeared to Art,that although this girl had lost her memory,she hadn't lost the knack of being a tease.Her subtle embarrassments,the slight blushes as she quipped and exchanged one liners with him,was causing Art no small amount of discomfort.Trying to subdue his swelling member,he turned to more serious conversation.

Why don't you bring your belt with pouches to the table,and lets see if we can find out who you are,or at least what your name is.A frown came upon her face,clearly showing she was trying to recall certain lost memories,but was unable to.

Opening the first pouch revealed she had probably been climbing,...but where I wondered,there was't that much to climb within 20 miles of Ola,...oh yeah,there was Hickory Bluff,but hell,it wasn't all THAT big a cliff,and it was SO remote,...Oh well,they would take a ride up that way in the morning.There was probably a search party looking for her,and if that was where she had fallen,her vehicle would still be there.

Opening the second smaller pouch,she turned it upside down and emptied the contents on the table.A small wallet,containing photos of friends and relatives I figured,along with an Arkansas drivers license reading,Jessica Winthrop,D.O.B.- 01-24-84.The photo on the DL was her allright,...I handed it to her and watched as her facial expression changed with comprehension of who she
was."OMG",she exclaimed,"It's ME!"

She began to babble almost incoherently as she related her identity to me.Explaining she was a student at a nearby Tech School in Russellville. She STILL couldn't remember any events of an accident,but I felt sure,she would recall after she was rested up a bit.

Sensing a slight fear in her as I mumbled something about contacting the County Sheriff,...I went on to say,"Don't worry baby,...I'm not going to call them tonight.I'm too tired and it's too damn late."Saying that seemed to ease her mind,and she jumped up spritely saying,"Well,the least I can do is wash the dishes."I wasn't about to argue with her about that,...as there was 3 days worth crammed in the sink.I never did dishes on the days I tended bar.Hell,I was sick of doing glasses and shit down at Sid's all damn day.

 

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Jessica stands and gets her belt with pouches as she is asked to do, she hands it to Arthur and sits back down at the table. She sighs as she keeps trying to remember the most basic things in life. She looks at the harness curiously as it is pulled from the pouch then gasps as she sees her drivers license. “That’s me!… That’s me?” She looks at it shock as she starts to regain her memory. She gasps “Oh fuck… I was supposed to work this weekend… I’m going to the vet school and working for a vet part time.
Her brow furrows though as she tries to remember how she got hurt.

Jessica looks concerned upon hearing something about the Sheriff. It just doesn’t feel right to her. It feels scary and unsafe to her. She jumps up and offers to the dishes. She busies herself with them and dries them then puts them up in the cabinet and lays the dishtowel on the counter.

She looks around curiously wondering what is next, he had mentioned sleep but she clearly sees no place to sleep. She’s young though and as an outdoors person is perfectly comfortable sleeping on the floor. She looks over at Artful and raises an eyebrow. “Do you have a blanket and pillow that I can use to sleep?” She waits for him to answer, wondering what to do about clothes and such for tomorrow, as well as what tomorrow will bring.

 

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Art

Taking a last swallow of coffee,swishing it around to kill the food taste in his mouth,Art hears Jessi say,“Do you have a blanket and pillow that I can use to sleep?”He responded saying,"Well of course,but you are not going to bed yet young lady. I want to see that swelling ease a bit before you sleep."Hearing him call her young lady,seemed to irritate Jessi,and she spat out vehemently ,"You can call me Jessica or Jessi,but don't you call me 'young lady'...ok?"

Art was taken aback,as she spewed her spite out in a passionate display of confused anger.Immediately she apologised saying,"I...I'm sorry,...but that.. well,...it sounded like one of my professors,... and,...oh man,my head is killing me!"Seeing her intense pain,Art quickly wetted a clean dish towel,dumped a tray of ice cubes in it,and twisting it closed,applied it to the swollen pump knoton top of her head.

She said,"NOOOO not there dummy,I need it on my forehead,it's *POUNDING* up front!Laughing,Art changed it to press against her forehead,and told her,"Here,hold this in place,I gotta get one for your bump on the head also."Coming back with a similar ice pack,he held it on the knot up top,while she slowly moved the other ice pack around in slow circles.

Guiding her to a chair near the fireplace,he said,"Here,hold them both while I put some more wood on the fire."Placing the new logs on the fire,Art grasped the poker and stirred up the bright coals and pieces of half burnt wood,to once again flare up the flickering flames.As the heat lashed out to be inhaled by the newly added logs, the 'crackle' of rapidly expanding oak filled the otherwise silent abode.

Art watched her face closely,as she appeared to be in a trance,watching the blazes erupt,and speed around the logs in a sinuous pursuit to escape, along with the smoke up the chimney.He didn't want her falling asleep just yet,maybe in another hour if the swelling began to recede.

Suddenly,her eyes dilated in a dawning expression of full knowledge,as she hollered out,"Ohhhh fuck, I remember it ALL now!" She then began to relate to Art in great detail,about what she had seen,and what happened concerning her bruised and battered body.

 

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Jessica shakes her head in disgust at being called "young lady" then she looks around a bit shocked at her anger as she realizes that the professor she had always hated called her that.

She sighs as she is settled in a chair and she starts to slowly regain her memory as she watches the fire. "Oh my... I remember what happened. I think I know why... "

She turns and looks at Artful "I was picking up my nephew from day care and caught Mr. Jamison molesting a little boy from the day care in the back of the gym. He saw me and cornered me making me swear not to tell. He's running for mayor in the upcoming election and doesn't want his chances ruined. I came up here to break in my new climbing shoes and harnesses before a trip to Colorado. I remember some pebbles falling and hitting my helmet then looking down to see how high I was. I tried to swing to a ledge but I was too late. This guy cut my rope and I plummeted to the ground. And that is where I am. I doubt I can return to school or that town for that matter. He was the department chair. I will lose my job and everything. Even my apartment." She sighs heavily and slumps back in the chair.

She turns and looks back at Arthur curiously, wondering exactly what it is that he is thinking, she notices the obvious tent in his pants. She looks around the room and notices a bookshelf. Straining to read all the titles she makes out a few obvious ones such as "The Loving Dominant", "S and M 101" and "Kinky Crafts" she arches and eyebrow and looks back at him blushing. B, D/s have always been of interest to her as a submissive. She sighs as she thinks back to what had happened "Mr Jamison said he would ruin me, and my chances of ever being and doing anything. All I will have to fall back on is the family home near here. I avoid it like the plague though because it is empty and lonely." She watches Arthur curiously wondering something to herself. "Would you?" she dips her head and sighs knowing that this is the only way she will ever make it thanks to Mr. Jamison. "Would you be interested in a pet? Or Gorean slave? I will give you my ranch near here, and there is enough money in horse brokerage to pretty much sustain me." She drops her head and closes her eyes, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.

 

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[artful]

Re: Art

An unusual chain of events to be certain. Art had been watching her closely since their arrival, and now, was even more concerned the young girl had seriously damaged her head. The sudden turn from a helpless youth, to a girl with vibrant joviality, then anger, and now this.

He viewed the trickle of tears, being squeezed out from under her long dark lashes, and silently prayed she was REALLY ok. What an absolute gift from the gods, if she truly wished to be his sub! It had been far too long since Art had been with a woman, but he had vowed to himself, he was NOT going to be used as a boy toy, for some self deluded feminist. A woman,only wanting to have a climax, and not really wanting a man to be the center of her life.

Art had read about, and studied the BDSM lifestyle, most of his adult life. The sadism and masochistic part didn't interest Art at all, but heightening a womans orgasmic event, by the proper administration of pain, was indeed something he believed should be included in bondage and submission.

Rising from his chair, Art gently guided her from the bookcase, through the hallway to his bedroom. Setting her on the edge of his four poster king sized bed, cupping her chin with his left hand, he slowly tilted her face upward and said, "If you are sure this is what you want, we will give it a try, but one thing you need to fully understand."

Magically her tears stopped flowing, and using her dainty fists to wipe away the lingering wetness on her cheeks, asked, "And what would THAT be?" In a firm and authoritarian voice he told her, "You may leave anytime you wish, but be assured, once you decide to leave, I will NEVER take you back. Is that understood?"

Art was relieved to see she didn't immediately say yes, but having dipped her head, folded her hands together in her lap, and thought, for what seemed an eternity to him. In reality, it could not have been over 20 seconds. She answered in a clear, but lowered tone saying, "Yes Master, I understand, and I will do anything you ask,...anything!"

To see how well she regarded her acceptance of my authority over her, I ordered her to disrobe completely. With her eyes cast down, she stripped bare and stood before me. I then told her to disrobe me, and to do it slowly, so she would be able to take in all of my physical features.

When she had finished, I noted the flushed face as she stood,
staring down at my rigid manhood, sticking outward in an upward curving manner. Seeing as she was indeed, sexually aroused by viewing my hardness, I told her to stand still as I slowly swiped a finger through her puffy lips, and across the hard nubbin of her erect clit.

She gasped at the raw sensation of my thick finger invading her most private parts, and trembled as her nerves became overloaded, by the tingling of something she couldn't identify. Something she was only just now aware of,...LUST!!! Her nostrils flared open widely, as she labored to fill her lungs with much needed air. I noted how her nipples had <perked> to a crinkled hardness, begging to be suckled and kissed. Her tongue seemed to not be able to keep her lips moistened, for every few seconds, the pink tip would dart out in a lightning quick lash, to swipe a new coating of glistening wetness to her lips.

I was so turned on by the responses she had given me, I dared not, to let this sexually overheated girl even touch me. Those soft delicate hands, I feared, could have coaxed cum out of a statue. Directing her to sit down, spread her legs widely, and begin to masturbate, I revelled in her instant obedience. Most men would go through their entire lives not knowing the absolute joy that Jessi was now giving to me.

Her head turned with eyes cast downward once more, her bashfullness was easily overcome by her heated lust. Her hand quickly went from stabbing two fingers inside herself, to madly whipping her clitoris in a frenzied sexual state, nearing the edge of a glorious explosion. She knew it, I could tell, from the way she avidly pursued her task, with vigor and purpose. The whole of her mind, focused purely on the raging emotions, sweeping violently through her young and unexperienced body.

To my surprise, she whimpered nearer her goal of orgasmic release, by patting her fingers sharply over her covered clit, and began a low guttural moaning, that sounded inhuman to my ears. Not being able to stand the sexual torment any longer, I grasped my cock, and visciously hammered it four times, before I felt the jism come flowing out of my balls.

The first stream of cum jettisoned out the tip, and shot a string of hot liquid to land squarely on her hand. The same hand, which was now slamming cruelly across the entirety of her wet passageway.

Still averting her gaze, head turned to the side, she whimpered,
"Ohhhh Master...please help me...touch me,...do SOMETHING,... ANYTHING,...please,...Oh my gawwwwwd, I need...