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Chapter 1
Amber breathed deeply as her infant son Jacob's mouth closed over her swollen nipple. The warm wash of pleasure she felt as he started nursing made her want to reach inside her tight spandex pants. Jacob had been a very life-changing thing for Amber. All alone now with her son to care for and living on the streets in an old van, Amber found she would do whatever she had to. Her son was going to be cared for and loved no matter what it took.
She had been in her second year of college and her future had looked bright. But she had made the mistake of telling her so-called friend of her fantasy one night over a bottle of wine. It had never even occurred to her that Ashly had been somewhat jealous of her and saw her as a competition on the campus. That night of the party her "friend" put something into her drink shortly after they had gotten there. That was pretty much all she remembered.
The pictures had shown her tied over the back of a large chair. They took shots of her swollen wet cunt as cum was dripping out. There had been a stream of guys stepping up behind her and fucking her making sure they got pics of every fresh load dripping from her. Two months later she found out she was pregnant and ashamed when she couldn't tell her mom who the father was. The look on her mom's face was too much for her to bear so she had left in the middle of the night.
Jacob was asleep now as she slipped her bare feet into her cheap pull-on deck shoes. She had taken to a life of crime now and she found she was quite good at breaking into houses. She only took small things that she could pawn without too many questions asked and she only robbed a couple of houses before she moved on. She was not proud of what she had become but the money she got was enough to keep her and Jacob with what they needed.
Sliding the side door of the van closed quietly she paused to listen if Jacob had woken up. She should be gone no more than half an hour and hopefully, the doily above his small carrier would keep him occupied till she got back. The huge old house was just down the road from the dugway she had pulled into. She was hoping anyone that saw the van would think someone had parked there to go hiking in the woods. She had studied the house for a couple of days and as far as she could tell no one would be home for another two hours.
It took her three tries to find a basement window that she could open. Her slender lithe body made it fairly easy for her to get in. She was very proud of her body and she was somewhat of a health nut when it came to it. She made sure she ate right and at times went for short runs not wanting to leave her son alone too long. It had taken her only two months to be rid of her "mom" body and now unless you saw her with her son you would have no idea she even was a mom.
Her small pen light let her see everything she needed to see. She was in the dining room now and the huge china cabinet caught her attention right away. Good quality silverware was always easily pawned. Pulling the top drawer out she smiled when she saw the complete set arranged in their separate compartments. Working quickly she started putting the silverware into the small satin pouch she carried in her hand. She was so preoccupied that she was taken by full surprise when the lights came on.
"Fuck!" was out of her mouth before she even realized it. Turning quickly she found herself looking down the barrel of a huge revolver. The man that held the gun had a very pissed-off look on his face. Setting the bag on the table Amber raised her hands like she thought she was supposed to. "Please," she said with a shaking voice. "I'm sorry and I didn't really take anything," she said feeling herself starting to shake.
She could see the bullets in the cylinder of the huge revolver and the man still looked really pissed. "I hate a fucking thief," he said in a low growling voice. "Ask me, and if it's within my power I will give it to you. But don't fucking steal from me!!" he added. He held the gun steady looking at her trying to figure out what to do.
"Please. I have a baby. I'm just trying to take care of him," she said pleading with him. His eyes seemed to soften a bit but the gun never wavered. She watched him take a deep sigh and reach for his phone in his shirt pocket as he lowered the gun. "Please, don't call the police. They'll take Jacob away from me and I'll never see him again," she said. He could hear the desperation in her voice growing and see the look of fear on her face.
"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do? You're a thief, a fucking thief and you broke into my home to steal from me!" he said. She could tell he was starting to get mad again. He was looking at his phone and back at her trying to decide what the right thing to do was. He knew he didn't want this young woman to lose her son but she needed to be taught right from wrong and the lesson needed to be harsh so she wouldn't forget. "Well, what do you think I should do?" he asked looking at her. He still held the phone in his hand.
This was her chance to try and make the best of a bad situation. Thinking quickly she came up with a solution. "You punish me," she said. "Anything you think I deserve, just don't call the cops, please," she added looking at him hopefully. "If you let me go now I promise I will come back and take whatever punishment you decide. You can even take my picture and if I don't come back you can call the cops then. Please," Amber said desperately knowing she needed to get back to Jacob.
