"The Town With No Name" (Always open and easy to join late)

[TheGetToItGuy]

"The Town With No Name"

The OOC Thread​

It had once been a prosperous little community: lumber mills, mining camps, motels, pancake houses, and so much more. They were either stretched along the narrow County Road that passed through the bustling town, or sat at the ends of the gravel roads that went up into the hills to the east, away from the roaring, crystal clear river that bordered the small town to the west.

Then, the State built the bypass. Two wide lanes, sometimes a third as a passing lane or middle left turn lane. The shoulders themselves were nearly sufficient for an impatient truck driver to pass an ambling tourist whose attention was on the spring blooms or autumn colors instead of the road. It was beautiful, an engineering marvel, making its way through the coastal range with wide cuts through the mountain sides, bridges over deep canyons, and tunnels through previously impenetrable mountains.

And it killed the town. The tourists, who had only stopped here because the little place was the only rest stop between the Big City and the beaches, zipped down the bypass without ever knowing that the gift mall and malt shops were closing their doors down on the river's edge. New mills with easier access for their huge trucks sprung up else where; coincidentally, and tragically, the mine was nearly played out, so its owners simply closed the doors one day and took their family wage jobs to other states, other regions. The motel shuttered, the pancake houses went cold, even the school system failed, with its elementary school children being bussed to a distant school in one direction and its high school students being bussed to a second one in the other.

The population of almost two thousand withered. Today, it stands at less than two hundred, although you wouldn't know it since three quarters of that lives in the hills surrounding the burg or in the thick woods of the temperate rain forest across the river, their only connection to the town being the rope drawn ferry that shuts down in early spring when the river rages with the snow melt and in late summer when the lack of water exposes so much of the rocky bottom that a person can walk across the river instead.

And the only person from outside the community who seemed to notice the town's death was Peter Hammond, Life magazine photographer and freelance journalist. On a working vacation, he'd pulled over on the side of the road to take a whiz behind a tree and found the old road sign laying in the ditch. He couldn't read the city name, but the arrow and mileage on the warped piece of wood definitely indicated that something had once existed down the narrow, poorly maintained stretch of asphalt he was currently parked on.

Instead of pulling a U-turn and getting back on the wide, beautiful highway, he stored the roof of his convertible and rolled down the windows, then headed down the beautiful stretch of asphalt with his cameras sitting next to him ... looking for something different.

He found it... unfortunately.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

Pete heard the heavy footsteps approaching the locked door of what they called his Suite, but which -- for nearly a year -- he'd called his cell. He glanced about the second floor, corner motel room; its barred windows, looking out west to the river and north to the heart of downtown, and its metal door, set in a sturdy steel and bolt frame, truly defined the room as a prison, despite the niceties the space also included, like the four-poster bed, antique writing desk, big screen television, and elliptical exercise machine.

After a series of metallic clicks indicated the door was unlocked, Pete stepped into the square formed by black electrical tape in the middle of the floor and held his empty hands out away from his body. The door, he knew, would only open after he took this pose.

"Nice to see you, Mister Hammond," King Kong said with a broad smile as he entered, followed closely by the ever-armed Ears. Pete had first met these two just days after arriving here and was yet to be told their names ... so he made them up, not that he ever used the derogatory identifications in their presence. "The Mayor wants to see you, if you don't mind."

"Of course," Pete told the huge, hair covered man who, despite his scary appearance, had never been anything but nice to him. "Do I bring my gear...?"

"Of course," King Kong told him, walking to the desk to inspect the cameras, the bag they were neatly stored in, and the notebooks Pete always seemed to be scribbling in. After inspecting them for ... for whatever he thought Pete might be trying to sneak into or out of any where he was traveling to or from, he handed them to Pete and gestured toward the door. "After you, Mister Hammond."

Pete hesitated, waiting for Ears to step aside and repeat the gesture. Pete had no worries about coming to harm at King Kong's hands, despite the obviousness of the big man's ability to simply lift Pete off the ground and break him in half. But Pete was always leery of Ears and that Mad Max style double barreled shot gun he always had leveled at the photographer. One twitch and ... well, he didn't want to think about it.

As they headed down the hall to the stairs and, ultimately, the lobby of the century and a half old motel, Pete asked casually, "So, boys ... what're we up to today?"

"There are some tourists down at the Pig and Pancake," King Kong said with obvious excitement. "The Mayor is visiting with them, and he wants you to meet them."

Pete's stomach turned over as the trio stepped out onto the motel's porch and began down the thick planks of the Old West style boardwalk that ran in front of all of the buildings on the east side of Main Street. "Meet them before ... they go on their merry way...?"

Ears snickered below his breath, answering Pete's question as he'd expected.

"Why would they want to leave?" King Kong asked, almost as if he thought there was no downside to tourists finding themselves stuck in the town. "No, I think the Mayor is talking to them about staying."

"And ... who exactly does them include?" Again, Pete's stomach turned, expecting the worst.

"I don't know," King Kong answered. "But there's a mom ... a dad..."

Pete's heart was beginning to thump as they arrived at the large paned windows of the greasy spoon. A mom and a dad implied children, and sure enough, as he looked into the windows and found the Mayor entertaining the burg's most recent guests, Pete found the children -- which included a preteen boy, a second pubescent one ... and two beautiful late teen age girls.

Labor for the farm ... labor for the bedroom, Pete thought as his stomach turned over with such ferocity that he thought he was going to be ill.


(OOC -- The 18+ girls are available characters. The boys are, too, but obviously not for sexual situations.)

 

[Eleiscion]

Lina, her name was Lina. She thought. She tried to remember her name every day, the last defiance she could manage after all others had failed. She supposed that one day Lina would be lost to her too.

She didn't know if anyone else would know she was Lina anymore. Lina had been going to school, Lina of the curly black hair and green eyes. Lina had been dumped and been devastated, he was the first man Lina had ever slept with and that had been really important.

She tried to remember why. She looked in the mirror, she still had green eyes, and her black curly hair was longer now that it had ever been. Her breasts were full and round, her skin tanned and smooth. She ran her hands down her ribs to the flare of her hips, her sex kept bare by careful ministrations, the glint of a silver chain decorating her bare body.

Lina had never stood naked in the mirror. Lina didn't have her nipples pierced or linked by a silver chain, or a silver bell hanging from her clit that chimed when she walked. She was skinnier than Lina had ever been, her ribs stuck out and her stomach was a flat hollow. Lina didn't have a collar and cuffs on her ankles and wrists, Lins had worn real jewelry rather than places for Him to lock her to things. Lina smiled and laughed. The woman who stared back at her from the mirror didn't smile or laugh, but her green eyes were wide with some half expressed fear.

Could she be Lina? Really? She thought so.

Lina left school to find herself. Lina didn't use the highways, she wanted to see the real America. Lina stopped by the river and nothing was ever the same again.

Lina learned to obey, without protest, without hesitation, without thought. Disobedience sometimes made Him mad, sometimes made Him laugh, but always, always made Lina hurt and hungry. She was always hungry now. Hungry enough to kneel and beg for scraps from the table where the He ate. Hungry enough to do anything they asked when they held a bite of food out for her. Lina learned to sleep wherever she could, whether it was in a dog kennel or tied to His big desk or forgotten in a corner. She learned to take care of herself whenever He, or one of His, wasn't playing with her. Lina learned to be quiet and respectful. Lina learned that crying never made them stop. Lina learned to be docile and beautiful and to meet His needs before he asked as often as she could.

He had left, tourists to greet, to evaluate. She had some time to herself for now, as long as His men were busy and didn't see her. She could shower, wash the tears and sweat out of her hair, the dried cum off of her body, be clean for a little while. If He like the tourists, she could probably even find some food and a soft, warm place to sleep.

She heard His men leave with the photographer. She was mostly alone, mostly safe, for a few hours. It was a luxury.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

As soon as Pete entered the cafe, the Mayor popped out of his chair with a wide, pleased smile and headed quickly for him. "There he is, our resident award winning photo-journalist!"

Pete offered out his hand as he'd reluctantly done so many times in the past months. The Mayor clasped it in his own -- a strong shake from a physically powerful man -- then threw an arm around Pete's back and urged him toward the family's booth.

"I want to introduce y'all," the Mayor proclaimed, tossing in the down south word without a hint of the accent that you would expect from someone using it. "Peter Hammond, world famous photograher for Life magazine, let me introduce The Thompsons from...?"

"Baker," the father figure filled in, half standing to offer his hand out. As Pete took it, the man finished, Baker, Oregon. Formerly Baker City, and before that formerly Baker, and before that...!"

The man laughed and looked about to explain what Pete already knew about the town's history with name changes, before he was cut off--

"Bor-ing..." Said one of the teenage daughters.

And almost immediately, the other added, "No one cares, Dad. We come from there, and even we don't care."

The man sat back down, looking as if this chastising wasn't his first. He introduced himself as Frank Thompson, then went around the table introducing the rest of his family.

Pete eyed each one of them closely, studying them with a photographer's eye. They were a beautiful family, each of them in their own way. The girls, he would later learn, were 19 year old fraternal twins, explaining the similarity in age but the slight differences in physical features. The boys were 14 and 12 and looked more like twins then the actual twins. And Frank's wife, who he'd knocked up when she was just a sophomore in high school, looked to be closer to her mid- to late-20's than the 36 that she actually was.

And then there was Frank. Pete would never have imagined him as a family man, father of four if he saw him working out in the gym. He was tall and solidly built, an athlete in college and later a professional baseball player until he threw out his elbow. Now, Pete would ultimately learn, he was just a beat down blue collar working guy living out his years caring for his family in a small rural town in the middle of no where.

Seeing this beautiful, youthful family depressed Pete. He knew what there future would be like now that the Mayor had taken an interest in them. A life of near-slave labor for Frank and his boys; sexual servitude for the beautiful, young women; and probably a combination of the two for Frank still-beautiful wife.

Of course, Pete could be totally wrong. He knew female guests of the town who were nothing more than laborers and males who were the subject of repeated, involuntary sexual use, misuse, and abuse. There was no way of telling what would happen to the Thompsons after today.

Pete could do nothing to stop what was coming; he'd tried to help prospective victims in his early days here and both he and they had paid dearly. No, his job now was similar to what had brought him here in the first place; he was going to document the family -- take pictures of them here with the Mayor, out in front of some of the more touristy buildings, maybe down at the river; then, he would add them to the Mayor's photo album ...so he could look back later and see what the family had been like, before their enslavement.

It was cruel, preserving the family's images in this way. But, that was Pete's job. And if he didn't do it ...well, he knew what would happen then...

 

[Eleiscion]

Haley

"Boring." was Haley's pronouncement and the look on Mom's face said that she didn't disagree but she wished Haley would shut up about it. Who goes on these stupid family car trips anymore anyway? Her friend Nicole got to go to France for vacation. Paige was on a cruise. Haley? Haley was stuck in a mini van with her parents, her stupid little brother, her whiny little brother, and her twin sister. If she had wanted more family time, she wouldn't have been going to school in Savannah. She wished, again, that she hadn't agreed to come on this dumb family vacation.

The boys were fighting over something, again, in their seat and her sister was sleeping. Haley checked her phone for the thousandth time, but there wasn't enough signal to get her email or text and her battery was going dead. She signed and leaned her head against the glass, watching the road go by. She didn't understand why they couldn't have taken the highway like normal people.

She watched as they got close to a river and even in her state of deep pouting she had to admit that it was pretty here. Not that it helped, being stuck in a car, she couldn't get out her paints or anything. Maybe she could do some sketching when they stopped for lunch. Though she half expected her father to find the ugliest, stupidest place to stop so their wouldn't be anything worth drawing.

Her family hated her. Ever since she died the purple streak in her blonde hair and stopped taking dance classes, they kept wanting her to be more like her sister. Just because they were twins didn't mean they were the same people. She wasn't insane about boys or makeup and she actually kind of liked school. Some parts of school. Anyway, once school started up again she would be far, far away from this incessant noise.

She sighed and pulled out her sketchpad and a couple of pencils. She might not make anything good, but at least she wouldn't be so damn bored.

The van stopped, finally, in some blown out dead town in the middle of nowhere, that had a little broken down diner. Haley paged through the menu listlessly, everything was meat or grease and mostly both. She tucked a short strand of pale blond hair back behind her ear. "No wonder this town is dead, everyone has a heart attack and drops before they're 35." Her mother shot her a warning glance as some smiling local yokel came in the door. The waitress scurried to bring him a coffee and Haley felt a more than a little skeeved as he looked over her and her sister.

Pervy old dude.

He sat down with her father, introducing himself as the Mayor and starting up some good ole boy politician chatter. Her father, of course, was happy to respond. Haley picked at the "Vegetable of the Day," hoping it hadn't been fried in bacon grease. Mostly she drank her diet soda.

Haley perked up when the man with the camera came in, finally someone who looked like he had been in civilization.

The Mayor's big voice declared him to be Peter Hammond and she smiled at him, a bit shyly, a bit teasingly. Her sister noticed and elbowed her, making them both giggle a little. For Peter's part, he was terribly serious, he didn't smile back or sit down, just stood near by like he was waiting. The Mayor didn't introduce the other men who came in with the photographer, who were standing by the door. She couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with them, other than she felt they were going to grow fangs and claws while she wasn't looking. Predatory. One of them smiled at her and she looked away quickly.

"Peter's here taking pictures of our little town for posterity. He likes to get shots of the tourists that come through, if you folks can spare the time." the Mayor boomed out, not even really asking. Haley's mom was already nodding and smiling, she loved family pictures. Haley put a few more touches on her sketch and shrugged, trying to hide her little flush of excitement of getting to work with a real artist.

"Oh good, all good. Well, I'll let you folks get started, it was a pleasure meeting you, I have some business to attend to back at the office, you know!" The Mayor shook her father's hand, kissed her mother's and ruffled one of the boys hair. Haley tried to think of how bored a mayor would have to be to want to greet anyone who stopped by his town for lunch. The Mayor left, but the two quiet guys stayed.

Peter chatted with her parents, but he kept looking at her and her sister and her brothers, almost like he was sad. When they had finished their meal he gestured toward the door, "We should get started."

The town made for a good backdrop, like some old tv show set, left here and deserted. There was a big bell and some historical statues. There was an old church and an older graveyard. There were borded up windows and weather brick buildings. Peter was a good photographer, in that he set up interesting shots in interesting places. After the full family shots he started posing them in smaller groups or individually. He put her with her sister in front of a big glass window with gold letters, the two of them like a twisted reflection of each other. Haley was elegant and angular, mostly leg, willowy with small firm breasts and intense violet blue eyes. She tried to keep her freckles covered with makeup, but never quite succeeded fully.

He didn't seem to have the passion for it that Haley thought all good photographers had. He moved them mechanically from one shot to the next, and the whole time the other men, the ones without names followed the family from a distance.

She tried to get him to talk about his job, about his project about the town, anything, but he was non committal... or maybe just focused on his work. Once he was posing her on a rock, having her tip her chin and placing her arms just so and she smiled up at him, "I'm an artist too, if you have time when you're done, maybe you could look through my sketchbook?" That got her another one of his sad smiles and he carefully tipped her chin back down. Haley tried not to look hurt.

They ended up down by the river, the juxtaposition of lively nature slowly engulfing the remains of the dead town made for powerful images. Haley took out her sketch book while Peter took photographs of her father and brothers, flexing their muscles, in front of a rusted heap of something. She sketched the river itself and the broken down dock stretching over it, trying to get the basic shapes and outline right before they would have to leave again.

He took a picture of her parents embracing in front of a tree, looking like they had grown together. He took a picture of her sister, all of her high spirited energy bursting while she jumped up into the sky. And finally, he took her picture, with her edgy asymmetrical white-blonde hair with its purple streak, standing as far out on the dock as she could without falling in.

She had to admit it was exciting, standing just how he told her to, turning when he said so, pushing herself to take one more step even when it was scary... it was exciting until she saw one of the nameless men, watching her. Teeth and claws. She pulled her hair back from her face with one hand, sighing, "Peter? Mr. Hammond? Are you done yet? Can I come back in? I'm getting cold." She wanted to get away from those men. This was getting weird.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

The family, for the most part, was enjoying the photo shoot; and, of course, the town was a stunning back drop. Typically, having such enthusiastic subjects and such beautiful scenery would make a photographer's job easy and enjoyable. But, of course, Pete had information about the family's imminent fate that they didn't have.

Haley, one of the twin girls, was a dream model. She was an artist -- drawing and sketching, Pete saw, and possibly more -- which he credited for her skill at striking and holding the poses Pete asked of her.

"This has been wonderful," Haley's mother told Pete as the sun was reaching its zenith, "but I think it's time for us to get back on the road."

The reactions from her four kids were varied, but her husband quickly chimed in, "I think you're right, Honey. Many miles ahead--"

"But I thought--". Pete turned to find the escorts, already standing tall from where they'd been leaning against an ancient, rotting Park picnic table and beginning to amble toward the family. Pete turned back to Frank, asking, "Did the Mayor not set you up with a complimentary room in the Bed and Break--"

"Yeah, yeah," Frank confirmed, looking to his wife and finding her giving his a hard look. "But ...we really need to get moving. We have an itinerary."

Pete could tell from his tone and terminology that he wasn't to hip on the travel schedule. But Pete needed the family to stay here, not for his sake, but for their's. There was a way that this was done, and Frank wasn't doing it the right way.

"But you have time for lunch, yes...?" Pete asked, his tone showing a bit of his desperation. "You can't leave without lunch! And dessert ...pie ...best in the County."

The boys became excited at the offer, practically jumping up and down, asking about flavors and whether ice cream would be included. There parents negotiated with their four kids, with the girls split on eating or simply hitting the road; until finally Frank said, "Lunch it is."

Pete was relieved. He knew that taking the family here on the river bank would not happen without someone getting hurt, possibly even being killed. He needed the six of them inside, in a controlled environment.

He turned to give the two men an inconspicuous relax gesture, and led the family back up to and across the County Road to a tiny, stand alone building with a sign over the top that read, "Pie in the Sky".

As they approached, Frank noticed the closed sign in the window and asked, "Are they even open, Mister Hammond...?"

As if able to hear him from the middle of the road, an old woman standing just inside the door opened it quickly and gestured them in with an excited "Come in, come in!"

Five minutes later, half filled plates of ice cream and bowls of ice cream, as well as milk, cocoa, and soda pop glasses littered the table ...

...and all about the booth, the Thompson family was unconscious ...with no idea of what had been added to their drinks or how long they would be out cold.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

Peter Hammond

POV: Peter Hammond

It was well after dark before Haley began to rouse. Pete had been sitting in and rising from, then dropping back into a very uncomforable, hard wood chair for hours, waiting for her to regain consciousness. And all the while, he'd been struggling with how to explain to her what was happening to her and her family.

She rose, disoriented and unsteady, to sit up on the bed. She blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to clear them; her gaze moved about the room, then moved down to the simple country dress she was now wearing, and finally set on Pete, who was now on his feet near the end of the bed.

"Please don't be afraid, Haley," he said with a reassuring tone, "No one is going to hurt you."

He moved around the bed -- slowly, cautiously, wanting not to scare her -- and sat on the edge clear at the end, as far from her as he could be. He looked into her eyes, trying to understand her expression; she looked ... a bit confused, a bit scared, a bit angry... it was had to distinguish between the possibilities because he simply didn't know the girl that well.

He started to talk, but the words stuck in his throat. He took a deep breath, then released it, and continued. "Haley, I ... I want you to listen close to what I have to say, because your life could depend on it ... your family's life could depend on it."

He shifted forward just a bit, but her reaction caused him to shift back. He repeated his deep breath gesture, and continued. "The man you met in the diner ... the man we call The Mayor. He..." He cleared his throat. He'd given this explanation to people before. It had been hard then, of course; but this was probably the hardest thing he'd ever done because this time, he was to play a much larger, much more personal part. "The Mayor ... he had taken your family hostage ... and he will never let you leave his town."

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

The Mayor

(OOC -- I have altered the residence of Lina and Peter Hammond from what was previously only called "the motel" to what you read of below.)


POV: The Mayor


The Mayor returned to "Mrs. Wilkerson's Boarding House", exchanging some polite words with the owner of the town's only room-for-rent business, asking about the evening's meal and comfort of the residents. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, unlocked a heavy door, and climbed a second set of stairs to the only door on the third floor. He knocked on the door and, again, shoved a key into a heavy lock. But before opening the door, he pressed a finger against an inconspicuous piece of wood on the wall to his left. A secret panel opened, revealing a small monitor. He typed a four digit code into a 10-Key panel; a moment later an image appeared. He saw exactly what he expected to see, and smiled appreciatively.

He deenergized the monitor, closed the panel, and opened the door. The black haired woman was on her knees in the middle of a thin circular pad, her hands before her with fingers clasped together, her deep green eyes set upon his feet. She was naked, in the traditional sense. She wore no clothes, but her body was decorated with nipple and clit piercings and decorations, and her neck, waist, wrists, and ankles had bindings with heavy rings for securing the chains and lines that littered the room's floor and walls.

He entered and circled her slowly, his eyes surveying every inch of her. She remained perfectly still; she knew better than to even twitch until he told her to do so. The man moved to a changing area and began undressing; he neatly hung his clothes, piece by piece, inside an antique wardrobe and tossed his under clothes on top of the nearby dresser. When he was fully naked, he stepped slowly up behind the woman, still knelt on the pad, and caressed a finger over the skin of her shoulders and neck.

Feeling her scapula and collar bone so evident made him feel bad for her. She'd lost a great deal of weight since she'd come to him three years ago. Three years, he thought, entangling his fingers in her long hair. Had she really been his for that long...? He doubted that she had any idea how long it had been. He had kept her here in the attic with no windows for most of her time with him; he never talked about the passage of time or the seasons or the weather; and he altered the schedule of his visits throughout the hours of the day, sometimes visiting her multiple times a day and others keeping her up for two or three days using the help of his followers.

Thinking of her weight loss again, he remembered that much of the blame for it was her own. He had always been willing to provide her with a healthy diet, so long as she performed for him as requested. In the beginning, as he expected, she'd fought every order. He had to use ... coercion. Beatings, sleep deprivation ... rape. Eventually, she'd relented and begun doing as he commanded, but by that time she was practically skin and bones.

She'd put some of her weight back on, but she was far from the sexy, young woman she was when they'd taken her from the river bank that beauty, sunny day. One day, he told himself, she will be that beautiful woman again. All she had to do is give me what I want.

What was it that he wanted from her...? Her love. He had taken just about everything from her; by not using her name and punishing her when she used it herself, he'd even taken that from her. She'd begun professing her love to him when she realized it would get her extra food, fresh water, a warm blanket on cold nights. But, she didn't mean it. He knew that. She needed to mean it if she ever wanted to leave here. And he would let her go; he'd promised that to her. Which was probably a mistake, he realized now; how was he to know if she truly meant she loved him if she only told him because it would get her her freedom...?

He cursed himself now, every time he asked her is she loved him and she, of course, answered that she did.

"Position 1," he said softly.

She stood quickly and moved to a padded table, leaning over it with her arms spread wide and her breasts pressed to the pad. Moving slowly around the table, he secured her wrist and waist restraints to the table, then moved around behind her. He looked to her ass, to the pink folds of her exposed pussy. He reached down and played a finger upon the clit bell, making it jingle. He smiled and recalled the day he had personally pierced her pleasure center and placed the decoration.

With his dick standing out before him like a flag pole, he moved behind her, grasping her ass cheeks and parting them further. He positioned himself, then drove himself inside, asking for the thousandth time, "Do you love me...?"

 

[Eleiscion]

Haley

The photo shoot was actually almost fun, if she could ignore the haunted expression on Peter's face. She tried to sketch him while he was working with her family, tried to figure out just what his face was telling her, to know avail.

She did see when he stiffened, when the nameless men started coming closer and heard him almost beg them to come to lunch. She was inclined to agree, chiming in that they would soo n have to stop again, so it made more sense to just eat here. She was more than happy to cajole Peter into sitting next to her and her sister, pulling his arm into hers. He didn't eat anything, not even when she offered him a bite of her blueberry pie.

She was confused when her brother dropped his fork and rather than reaching for it simply slumped quietly. Then everything began getting heavy and dim.

"Peter?" she tried to ask what was going on but it was too late, it was already dark and she was already gone.

It was dark when her eyes opened, and her head hurt. She moaned softly and tried to get her bearings. Dark. She was laying down. Bed? She didn't remember a bed. Her dress crinkled under her hands. Since when was she wearing a dress?

"Please don't be afraid, Haley,"No one is going to hurt you."

She jumped when the man moved toward her, then she focused on his face. Peter. Mr. Hammond. She pulled herself to sitting. The bed was old fashioned, wood with a headboard and footboard, heavy posts.

"Peter? What's going on? Where am I? Where's my mom?" her voice was small and sounded very young. For a moment she felt ashamed, but this was scary.

"Haley, I ... I want you to listen close to what I have to say, because your life could depend on it ... your family's life could depend on it."

And that sounded worse. He moved toward her and she plunged back. "What do you mean? What have you done with them?"

"The Mayor ... he had taken your family hostage ... and he will never let you leave his town."

That was...insane! They were on a trip! He couldn't do that! She had to go back to school!

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

"But I made a deal--"

Pete's words stuck in his mouth. How the hell was he supposed to explain this to her? How did her tell her that she was safe with him ...because she now belonged to him?

"I made a deal to keep you safe," he continued with a softer tone. "Nothing bad will happen to you ...so long as you do what I tell you ...and don't try to escape."

He wondered, Just how much do you tell her about her family...?. Did he tell her that each of her family members had been auctioned to a different individual or family...? Did he tell her that her mother had been sold to an older man living back in the hills who needed a domestic ...and wanted a lover...? Did he tell her that her sister was the newest member of a mobile whore house...? Or that her father was probably already chained to the inside wall of a tiny gold mine where he would never again see the light of day...? Or that each of the brothers were now farm slaves and would be mucking out stalls and planting and tending crops with the understanding that if the vegie gardens didn't prosper, that they didn't eat...?

And closer to home, did he explain that after watching and documenting the madness taking place around him, after being forced to participate in the sexual perversion, that he'd actually begged The Mayor to put Haley in his protection ...as his personal sexual servant!

How did he explain that to a 19 year old girl...?

 

[Eleiscion]

Lina

She woke up when the door to the stairs opened, her heart pounding. He was back. He was coming. She didn't have much time. She folded the blanket she had slept on quickly and put it away in the dresser, ignoring the soft chiming of her bell and the accompanying tug on her clit that made moving quickly painful. She ran her fingers through her wild curls and stepped onto the round mat even as He knocked on the door.

He didn't wait for her to respond and she knew better than to speak without permission. She dropped to the ground, falling into her place with ease of long practice. Knees spread wide, toes close together, hands clasped, eyes low to the floor, shoulders back lifting her breasts high, her body offered to Him without complaint. She would wait like this as long as He was up here, as long as he asked nothing else from her, as long as he wanted.

This time she did not have long to wait. He went and undressed quickly following the barest of inspections. He returned, nude, and stroked his pet. His fingers traced her bones and she felt ashamed, she knew he wanted her to be more beautiful, that if she could obey him she could be perfect, but he would be content with nothing less than her soul. She could belong to him, but she didn't think she could love him, could love anyone, the way he wanted her to.

"Position 1," he said softly and she complied. The table. She placed her ankles just inside each leg of the solid table and pressed her bare hips against the well padded edge, lowering her breasts down until her slight weight rested on the soft surface. She stretched her arms out and He bound her wrists in place and the her waist. His hands explored her vulnerable flesh, teasing over her sore clit, making the bell ring, toying with her.

She laid her cheek onto the table as his cock forced into her waiting body, stretching her to fit tight around him as she had before. She gasped softly at the invasion, stifling anything like a complaint. "Yes my lord, I love you with all my heart." However much she might have left.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

The Mayor of the town with no name, the forgotten people, the discarded, plunged into his Pet, again and again and again. She felt magnificent; she always had. Over time, as her fight dimmed and she became more compliant, his attitude toward her had changed as well. In the beginning, she had been a refuge for his anger, a substitute for all he hated about the world; but as she gave in to him, he had begun to feel that she belonged with him.

"Do you love me?" He asked again, his voice strained by the impending orgasm. Just as his dick jerked, beginning to empty inside her for the first time in a very busy, distracting week, he looked down to the one thing gracing her body that was there for her to control.

He leaned forward, holding his weight above her with his opened hands pressed upon the table pad. As his euphoria waned and he opened his eyes to look down upon he, he looked to the birth control patch on her hip, barely visible below the leather waist restraint. This was how he expected her to show him her love for him. She had complied with every demand he'd ever put forth to her, either willingly, reluctantly, or kicking and screaming.

But removing any one of the patches that had been applied to her by Doc Hansford over her three years of captivity was totally her choice. The Mayor never pressured her on the issue. And, after explaining to her the day the first one was applied, that removing it would better her life ...but that she would be his forever ...he'd never mentioned the contraceptive again.

As he pulled out of her, wiping their fluids from his still hard dick with a towel, he went to the bathroom, showered, returned to dress ...then left ...with his Pet still bound to the table.

 

[Eleiscion]

Haley

"You made a deal? What kind of a deal?" she looked around the room, taking in the nice furnishings and the barred windows and the thick, reinforced door. She was locked in here, with him.

"Where are my parents? Where is my family? What have you done with them?" She started to panic, curling her knees up to her chest and trying to get as far away from him as the bed would allow, her feet disappearing under the long skirt of the plain dress.

"I'll be safe as long as I do what you tell me to? Are you threatening me? I thought you were nice! I liked you! Who the hell are you?" her voice rose shrilly, anger and fear echoing from the walls.

She moved to the door and pounded on it, "Hey! Hey let me out!" She half hoped someone would burst in and rescue her, her father maybe, but she kept seeing the nameless men who followed them. They didn't seem like the type of men who rescued teenage girls.

 

[Eleiscion]

Lina, Mayor's Pet

The Mayor used her body efficiently, thrusting his cock into her soft tightness without art or thought fro her pleasure. But it wasn't with the goal of causing her pain anymore either. He used her, purely and simply, and for that she was grateful. He took pleasure from her, and for that she was grateful.

She could follow his moods through his desires for her. When things were difficult, when He was angry He would hurt her, beating her until she wept, bruising her inside and out and ruthlessly fucking her until she thought she might break. When He was happy He would play with her, finding new ways to push her limits, challenge her obedience and wear her out, again and again. When He was being political He would take her out, award her publicly to His men or let them abuse her here in her room.

Today He was stressed, chasing the relief of a quiet, compliant pet.

Her body responded to His cock, her pussy growing wet as he plumbed her depths. She moaned under him, not knowing if he wanted her pleasure or merely His own. He leaned close over her, his hands caging her body on the table, the chain between her breasts catching and pulling at her nipples.

"Do you love me?" He groaned and came, emptying himself into her. Efficient. "I love you." she replied, soft and obedient as always.

He cleaned himself off and left her, spread out over the table, His seed dripping slowly from the recesses of her body. She heard the shower run and she stayed still. She heard him dress quickly and head for the door.

She turned her head to watch him go and murmured, "I love you," to his retreating back.

He was gone. She was left alone again. She hoped He would remember to send someone up to feed her, maybe even to let her off the table. she hoped He wouldn't send anyone too rough, or too many. But even if he did she would still tell Him that she loved Him.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

"You made a deal?" Haley responded, her tone mix of panic and dismay. "What kind of a deal? Where are my parents? Where is my family? What have you done with them?"

"I haven't done--"

"I'll be safe as long as I do what you tell me to?" she cut in as if she hadn't even realized he was talking. "Are you threatening me? I thought you were nice! I liked you! Who the hell are you?"

Pete's stomach turned over at her words. He'd saved her, he thought; saved her from the horrors that this town had to offer a beautiful, young woman, and now she was accusing him of being the bad guy?

She jumped from the bed and ran to the door, pounding on it, "Hey! Hey let me out!"

He didn't move, knowing he had no need to; the door was impenetrable -- he'd tried to get out numerous times during his residence her, each time in vain -- and the only people living in Mrs. W's boarding house were part of the ... what was it called...? he asked himself, a conspiracy...?

"Haley, please..." he said softly, likely too softly to compete with the hard pounding she was conduction against the door. She continued slamming the soft of her hand against the metal door, and he feared she would only hurt herself. Suddenly, he jumped up and crossed to her, clutching her in a bear hug to contain her arms, lifting her just enough so that her toes were the only part of her feet still touching the ground. "Haley! Please, stop it ... before you get hurt."

She struggled against him, but he simply held on tight. He was trying to save her, and if saving herself from herself was needed, he would do it.

"Haley! Please."

Suddenly, he realized how good she felt against him. Her buttock cheeks formed around his upright standing penis like a bun about a hot dog, causing it to quickly begin hardening. His hands wrapping about her arms were against the firm flesh of her breasts. He ignored the fight in her and the words escaping her for a long moment ... then... finally... set her down to her feet, and released her with a warning. "You have to calm down, Haley. Please."

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

Vernon Wilkerson
Grandson, Mrs. Wilkerson (Operator, "The Wilkerson Boarding House")


Vernon Wilkerson didn't quite understand what all was taking place, day in and day out, under the roof of his grandmother's boarding house. Sure, there were some strange doings in some of the rooms, but as far as he knew, that was just how the world worked. He'd never been out of the town; hell, the only time he ever wondered if there was anything beyond the city limits was when he saw visitors arrive, sometimes with plates that featured names of exotic places -- California, Nevada, Colorado even -- or bumper stickers advertising eating establishments or natural parks he'd never heard of before.

He knew of the Mayor's Pet in the attic, but again didn't fully understand the relationship there. He'd watched the Mayor arrive on numerous occasions and proceed directly to the home's top floor. He'd slipped up the stairs to the second floor landing on numerous occasions and found that, sometimes, he could see the Mayor's hand as he punched his code into the key pad next to the monitor.

And tonight, Vern knew the code! It had taken a great number of spyings to get the code right. He stepped up to the door and opened the secret panel. He punched in the code...

Nothing but a chastiding beep.

He tried again, then a third time -- and magically, the door look clicked.

He opened it slowly, his eyes scanning the room as it was expose to him. He immediately noticed the chains and ropes and positioning chairs ...

Then ... he saw her.

(OOC -- Sorry ... I was falling asleep at the keyboard, so this scene concludes two posts below.)

 

[Eleiscion]

Haley

She barely noticed when he came up behind her, her panic had swept her away. She fought when he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, close to his body, lifting her easily until she could do no more than squirm helplessly against him and scream.

He held her until her mind returned, until her rage and terror ebbed a bit and she could relax. Until she felt his thickening cock pressing against her ass. Until her nipples grew hard against his confining arm.

When she quieted he set her down, gently, on her own two feet, the pressure of his arms releasing her body.

"You have to calm down, Haley. Please."

She turned to face him, finding him standing far closer than she had expected. Her pert breasts were practically touching his chest. She looked up into his face, taking a long shuddering breath. She was so confused, and realizing that she wasn't wearing any underwear didn't help. She tried not to worry about who had dressed her, who had un dressed her, and ignore the tingling from wondering if it had been Peter.

"I... I'm really scared, Peter... What is going on?"

She let him lead her back to the bed, sitting next to him, barely touching, leaning against the solid old headboard. He told her that they were prisoners, that the townspeople did terrible things to people from outside and the hardest thing for her to wrap her mind around, that he, as far as the town was concerned, owned her now. As long as she obeyed him, she belonged to him, it was meager protection.

Her mind was spinning. He didn't tell her about her family, and she didn't want to ask. She leaned her head against his shoulder, curling up against him, seeking whatever solace can be found in the warmth of another body.

"So... I have to obey you... or someone else will ... take me." She murmured softly, the words feeling so odd to say. She swallowed and looked up to him, "What are you going to tell me to do?"

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

Vernon Wilkerson's Post (continued from above):


The 18 year old's heart leaped at the sight of the naked woman splayed out across the table; her head was toward him, her face turned away, her exposed ass opened toward the distant wall. He'd never seen anything like this before. Why would someone do this to a woman? Why would she be naked like this? It ... it didn't make any sense.

When his penis began hardening quickly, that confused him even more. Why would he be getting erect as such a sight? And what would happen if G'ma W saw him in such an excited state, in the presence of such a vulnerable woman, in another man's locked space!

His heart was racing with all of the thoughts of the harm that would come to him to be caught here. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to find breaking and entering into the Mayor's rented, attic room. He'd ... well, he'd just felt he needed to try.

And now he was sorry. He turned quickly to leave, knowing he shouldn't be here -- knowing he couldn't be caught here. But before he could even reach the door, he heard her.

"Are you here to release me...?"

He stopped, afraid to turn back, his heart pounding fiercely, his pained dick jerking inside his slacks. He drew a couple of deep breaths, then spun back to face her. She was beautiful, though a little bit gaunt, Vern thought. "I ... I don't think I'm supposed to be here--"

"It's okay," she cut in politely. "Someone releases me each time. You may."

Vern hesitated for a long moment, then moved forward slowly. He tried not to stare at her -- he'd never seen a naked woman before, and certainly not like this -- as he pulled loose first one wrist restraint, then the other. She asked for help with the waist restraint, but -- with his gaze falling on her ass -- he declined and backed a bit toward the door again, allowing her to release the clips instead.

As she stood, she exposed her bared breasts -- the pierced nipples, the thin chain connecting them -- and something ... something happened! He gasped as his groin exploded with pleasure, his penis jerking violently within his tightie whities. He reached a hand out quickly to the padded table, steadying himself as the euphoric pleasure swept through him. He'd never felt anything like this before; every inch of him warmed, his heart pounded; he moaned and closed his eyes, leaning on his elbow as his body threatened to double over, to send him to his knees.

After a long moment, after his first conscious orgasm began to wane, he realized his underwear were warm and wet and sticky, like they been a night many months ago when he'd woken in the early morning, panting and sweating from what he'd thought was just a night mare. Did this happen because of her? Because he'd seen a naked woman? Why would such a thing happen now? He simply didn't understand. Did he do something wrong? Would he be punished? Whipped? He didn't like being whipped. It had only happened twice in his life, and he'd deserved it both times he'd been told; but whether he had or not, he didn't want it to happen again.

"I have to go," he mumbled, trying to regain control of his body as the last vestiges of the climax surged through him. "I shouldn't be here."

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

Peter Hammond's POV:

"So... I have to obey you... or someone else will ... take me," Haley murmured softly, leaning against Pete's shoulder. "What are you going to tell me to do?"

His stomach rolled again nervously. He wanted to tell her, Lay back, pull up the skirt, and 'let me in', but it wasn't his style to be so blunt with women, particularly such a vulnerable young woman as Haley.

Despite wanting to feel -- and display to her -- that he'd done the heroic thing, the chivalrous thing, by saving her from the ravage's of the community, he knew deep down that he'd only done so because he felt that if she was simply going to become someone's play thing, there was no reason why she shouldn't become his instead. Haley was going to be parting those young, firm thighs, either willingly or reluctantly; why shouldn't she do so in his bed?

Instead of taking her now, which would have only cemented the truth that, in some ways, he was no different than the people who were exploiting him, too, he wrapped an arm around her pulling her tight to his shoulder, then reached the other hand up to her face to caress it gently as he reassured her, "Don't worry. I'm going to keep you safe. Just ... just take my advice ... do as I say ... and you will be fine. Trust me."

He was hard as a rock and twitching below the cloth in his groin, a combination of having held her so closely moments ago and having stripped her to her skin hours ago. If he'd been anyone but Peter Hammond, he probably would have taken her then, while she was unconscious and totally vulnerable. There would have been witnesses, but they wouldn't have cared; they likely would have cheered him on, right before insisting that they, too, got a shot at Haley as well.

He'd felt very uncomfortable about removing Haley's clothes while she was unconscious, but someone was going to do it. The first rule of maintaining control over what essentially were to become slaves was to strip them of who they were; Haley would never see the colorful blouse and tight fitting jeans and tiny thong and stylish shoes she'd been wearing when she'd arrived in the town early that morning; her clothes would forever more be simple dresses made right here in town and no name, second hand shoes gathered to fit her from the bowels of the Rummage Store that sat shuttered in the heart of the little community.

She would never again see her sketch pads and markers and paints either; that creative side of her life was over, and her energies from here out would be aimed toward making Pete's life better, and thus making the life of the community in which he resided better as a consequence. That had probable been harder for Pete than anything else, seeing the Mayor's cronies taking the art supplies away in the back of an old Ford pickup parked at the back entrance of "Pie in the Sky". He'd known what effect destroying that aspect of Haley's life would be; she'd lost her family which, of course, would be hard to get past, but emotionally and spiritually the crushing of her artistic soul would be devastating.

He knew he would have to return that side of her personality to her soon, but for the meantime -- while he was being watched, which he knew he would be -- he had to follow the guidelines that had been set down for him as a condition of possessing the extremely valuable Haley Thompson. There had been debate, argument, and nearly violence at the Auction House when the Mayor had revealed that the sexy 19 year old would be given as a token of appreciation to Pete and would not be available for bidding. He had to follow the rules, and she would, too, for now.

Pete stood and helped Haley under the covers of his bed, telling her to rest while he went to talk to the Mayor about her future. "Tomorrow, you have to see the Doctor. It's standard ... not a big thing. But tonight ... I just want you to sleep."

She murmured a bit, mostly incoherent questions about her family, but Pete just shushed her and tried to make her comfortable. He stood over her for a moment, waiting; the effect of the emotional explosion she was undergoing and the after effects of the drugs had her again unconscious in seconds.

He went to the door and knocked, saying, "Open, please."

A moment later the door opened, and King Kong smiled politely, asking, "How's she doing, Mister Hammond."

Peter politely waved off his question and demanded to see the Mayor..

"Yes, Mister Hammond," the big man said, closing and locking the bedroom door behind Pete and heading toward the stair case.

Before he left, though, Pete heard a slight gasp and turned to see light cascading down from the stairwell at the end of the hall. The only room upstairs that he was familiar with was the attic room where the Mayor kept a sexual play thing who, for reasons Pete wasn't sure of, went nameless.

Pete was very familiar with the woman; just weeks after he'd been taken hostage and as a sign that he was willing to follow the Mayor's direction without question, Pete had been forced to fuck the woman. It had been the hardest thing he'd ever done ... and, surprisingly, the most erotic. She had been hanging horizontally in midair, her bound wrists and ankles attached to the reinforced walls of the attic by heavy chains pulled tight on a block and chain system.

She'd been in pain before he fucked her, and while he was as gentle with her as he could be, he knew he'd caused her even more pain while he intruded -- as gently as he could while still stimulating himself -- upon her. As soon as he'd cum, he'd pulled out of her, redressed, and demanded to leave. He'd returned to his room, paced a long while wondering just what the fuck was going on here, then vomited.

Ironically, that very night, Pete couldn't help but beat off to the image of the woman hanging in mid air, waiting for him to pleasure her. He still felt guilt for that, even after having been offered three more opportunities to visit the woman ... and taken them.

Pete wondered who might be up there tonight, if it wasn't the Mayor. But before he had a chance to think much about it, King Kong was insisting that they move on. Pete did as he was told ... adjusting his walk as he struggle to rearrange the erection forming inside his underwear.

 

[Eleiscion]

Haley

Haley let him pull her close, stroking her face comfortingly, possessively. The day had been difficult and emotional and it was so easy to just let him hold her.

"Don't worry. I'm going to keep you safe. Just ... just take my advice ... do as I say ... and you will be fine. Trust me."

She nodded, her eyes feeling heavy. There were a thousand things to worry about, to ask about, but she was tired.

"Tomorrow, you have to see the Doctor. It's standard ... not a big thing. But tonight ... I just want you to sleep."

A doctor? Would the doctor help them? Peter didn't seem to think so but he turned back the sheets and tucked her in. Again, she felt small and young. She tried to ask about her family, but he wouldn't answer. She let her eyes close like he told her to and fell asleep. She slept uneasily, fitfully, and when she woke a bit later she was alone.

"Peter?" she whispered. No answer.

She slipped from the bed and explored the room, looking out of the windows to the dim and deserted main street, poking a few buttons on the elliptical trainer, and taking advantage of the bathroom to wash her face. With Peter still not back, she checked out the desk and his equipment.

She found photos. Pictures of the Mayor, pictures of the Pie in the Sky, pictures of a dozen places around town and dozens of people she didn't recognize. Some of them were almost pedestrian, men mining, children using farm equipment or picking crops, but every few scenes were disturbingly pornographic. A group of men, including the Mayor and one in a hat with a badge declaring him to be Sheriff, around a poker table with a naked woman tied to it, tossing chips onto her belly while one of them fucked her face. The large mobile home with a line of men waiting outside, and a few pictures later, a collection of women collared and chained to its walls inside. The woman from Pie in the Sky spanking a mostly naked man with a big wooden spoon while he kissed her feet. A man she didn't recognize standing proudly next to a woman kneeling in a dog kennel.

Haley felt sick and scared, realizing this was what Peter was protecting her from. Hoping that he was protecting her.

 

[WajaLover]

Luna

Deleted.

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

POV: Pete
Time: The next morning


"Check it first," the gray haired man ordered sternly, pointing to the peep hole set in the door. He gave Pete a hard look, asking with dismay, "Don't you check it each time before you enter?"

"It's my room, Doc," Pete responded as he step up to the steel framed door and opened the cover over the half-dollar sized lens. "I don't usually have to look in on myself to see if--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." The town's one and only medical professional mumbled. "Just do it."

Pete looked into his room through the reverse mounted peeping device. It took a moment for him to be certain of what he was seeing, not being familiar with this view of his residence. Even from here, he could see that he was living a comfortable live compared to some of the other "slaves", even the ones living here in the Boarding House; last night, he'd slept in the room of one of the other "Indentured Servants" -- people deemed criminals by the Mayor and therefore "enslaved" with justification -- and had learned that the man was lucky to have a mattress, let alone a relatively comfortable bed and all of the amenities that Pete possessed.

When he was certain that the lump below the bedding was in fact Haley, he stepped back and said, "She's sleeping."

The Doc, a careful man, looked to Ears, whom verified that the girl was out before unlocking and opening the door. Pete entered as directed, followed by the Doc and then by Ears.

Haley heard them, apparently, and bolted upright, clinging the bedding to her body.

"It's okay, Haley," Pete reassured, moving to sit on the bed near her. "This is the Doctor I told you about."

Haley's eyes shifted quickly between Pete, the Doc, and Ears, then around again. Pete was well aware of the teen's dislike of Ears, and her unfamiliarity with the Doc was a given; he knew this moment was going to be difficult for her even before they'd opened the door.

"Get out," the Doc said harshly.

Pete turned quickly, arguing, "I think it would be better if I--"

"Not you," the Doc cut in with a duh tone in his voice. He looked to Ears -- who was eying Haley with a hungry look. "Get the fuck out!"

Ears looked disappointed -- he surely knew what was coming and had wanted to be a witness -- but he turned and departed as ordered, clicking the lock closed from the hall.

The Doc turned back to Haley and, with a conspicuous lack of bedside manner, ordered, "Stay up, little Missy ...and strip--" He waggled a finger at her. "All of it ...down to the skin."

 

[Eleiscion]

Lina, Mayor's Pet

She heard footsteps on the stairs and struggled to match them to someone she recognized. They were too soft to be the big guard and too hesitant to be the meaner one. They weren't the doctor, or the sheriff, or even Mrs. Wilkerson's. They certainly weren't His.

She heard whoever it was enter, and gasp. So no one she had met before. No one who had been up here. Her heart leapt, were they supposed to let her off the table? Were they even supposed to be here?

"Are you going to release me?" She asked quietly, turning to look at him. He was just a boy, young, and from his reaction has never noticed what happened up here. She tired to smile calmingly at him. "Its okay, someone releases me each time. You may." She saw his cock twitch inside his pants, unsure or no, he liked what he saw.

He stepped forward cautiously, like she was some dangerous creature, but he tugged one wrist free and then the other. She rubbed her wrists, smiling at his nervousness. "Can you help with the others?" she gestured at the clips holding her waist to the table. He came around the corner, his wide eyes following the length of her spine down to the curve of her ass before sputtering and backing away.

She ran her hands down her ribs and unhooked the clips herself, standing up and stretching slowly, her nipple chain swinging and catching the light. The boy's eyes went wide, nearly black as his pupils dilated and his body cramped with orgasm. She couldn't help but smile at the innocence, he looked like he was so confused by what was happening.

"I have to go," he mumbled, trying to regain control of his body as the last vestiges of the climax surged through him. "I shouldn't be here."

She stepped close to him and caught his arm. "Its okay... if the Mayor didn't want you here, you wouldn't be here... we should at least get you cleaned up," she let her fingers trail down his arm to pluck at his pants near his hip, "and I could use a shower myself." She slid her fingers into his and led him to the bathroom.

It was interesting, and odd, to be with someone who didn't immediately assume she was his to use. Someone who treated her body as belonging to her rather than his desires. She found herself smiling at his clumsy nervousness and his desperate attempt to not watch the swinging chain and the breasts it hung from. "Its okay," she giggled, "You can touch me if you want. Everyone does." She shook her head, smiling, when he took that as an invitation to lightly stroke her arm.

She went about adjusting the temperature, putting her curly hair up in a loose bun to keep it out of the water and then turned around, discovering the blushing boy still fully dressed.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." she said softly, "I just thought you might like to join me."

 

[WajaLover]

Deleted

 

[TheGetToItGuy]

(OOC -- I only have a moment and can't write but I wanted to ask writers not to post stand alone OOC comments in the IC thread. Thanks. I will be back to write more and create a Writer Discussion thread for OOC comments in about 4 hours.)