Chapter 1 - Jack's Plan
It was time. He needed to get a girl before winter set in. Until now, his entire focus had been on improving his large cabin, getting it equipped for Her; even making it entirely self-sufficient, and completely off the grid. He wanted no traceable links to mainstream society.
The transformer panel from the solar panels and the wind mills he had bought and installed produced a satisfactory hum as daytime power was accumulated. "Power, sewage, water, and heat all finished," he thought with satisfaction as he entered his dungeon for a final inspection. "The cage is ready, that's probably the most important item," he whispered. His eyes moved around the room, making sure his new toys were in proper order. With a silent nod of approval, he turned off the lights and climbed the stairs to ground level.
At his favorite south-facing window, he sat down at his small work desk and considered, "Where to go? I've been too busy working on the details to decide on the big picture." Deciding to squander some of his precious electricity to help direct his quest, he powered up his laptop and flicked the switches to enable his small aperture satellite terminal to lock in his internet connection.
"It has to be far away from here, so know one will know," he mused as he shifted his way across an interactive map. "Yes, ... Utah." He chuckled, "That's definitely my best chance for gathering up a virgin." It was the work of a few keystrokes and he had a room booked in Provo, Utah for a week.
"Tomorrow, my adventure begins."
The next day dawned sunny and bright as he loaded his specially equipped Cessna Caravan. The amphibious craft was one of his prized possessions and sole lifeline to civilization and survival should something unexpected occur at his remote cabin location. Only after carefully following his pre-flight checklist did he start the thundering engine. Once his instruments confirmed his engine was idling to perfection, he threw off his mooring line, climbed up into the cockpit, and began taxiing across the icy cold blue waters of his private bay to line up his Cessna for takeoff.
The light chop made for an uneventful takeoff and soon he was in the air with his next stop Anchorage. He knew from experience that the green wilderness that passed below would soon be inundated with months of snowfall and bitter cold. This trip was just in time because he intended to be fully enjoying his new slave before the first blizzard of the season. He grinned happily as he set the autopilot for the next leg of his flight; his long-awaited quest for the perfect slave was underway.
After a quick landing in Anchorage, he traded planes and got in his small jet. Again, he painstakingly reviewed his pre-flight checklist before radioing the tower for permission to taxi. He couldn't help but wag his wings after liftoff. "Another step closer," he thought eagerly.
As expected, the commercial air section at the Provo, Utah airport was quiet. In the office, he arranged for refueling and reminded the staff that he didn't need any other servicing. "I want the bird ready to go at a moments notice," he told the staff. "My schedule is uncertain so get my return flight plan to Anchorage registered so I won't be delayed."
It was noon, so he decided to go on the prowl. "A mall is the first place to go," he thought. "There're always young coeds in malls." Before parking his rental car in the mall parking lot, he cruised around the entire mall checking for security cameras on the rooftops. Satisfied that there was a large zone uncovered by security, he parked his car and walked as close to the mall in the blind zone as he could. "They won't associate me with the car," he thought with satisfaction. "It's not likely I'll grab Her directly, but it's best to be prepared."
Sooner than he thought possible, he saw Her out of the corner of his eye. Her long sunset red locks immediately drew his attention. Then, after seeing Her beautiful emerald-green eyes, he had to have Her. She was the goddess of his dreams, five feet seven inches of chiseled muscles topped with a beautiful face. He locked eyes with Her as he slowly changed direction, focusing directly on her table.
Awkwardly, he bumped against the nearest table with a clatter. He reddened in embarrassment and hurriedly spoke, "Oh, ... sorry. It seems I'm always stumbling over myself when I see a beautiful woman."
When she didn't immediately reply, he added, "I'm Jake. What's your name?" Inwardly, he winched at the crude first contact and promised himself he'd be smoother if she gave him a second chance. He continued to smile down at the girl, mesmerized at her youthful perfection.
The young woman, Jaslyn Brooks, was bemused at his stumbling approach but couldn't help but tell herself, "Wow! He's handsome!" Then she blushed at her inner thoughts and whispered to the man, "My name is Jaslyn."
"Mind if I sit down before I fall again?" Jake asks with his smile broader than ever.
"Sure," she giggles and inwardly flinches again. "He must think I'm an idiot," she thought.
Unaware that Jaslyn's inner turmoil mirrored his own, Jake managed to chat a bit with the young beauty.
She reveals to Jake that she's twenty-two, a college senior, and studying nursing. Jake tells Jaslyn that he's twenty-eight, already graduated from college with a degree in mechanical engineering and that he's interested in settling down in a rural area in Utah.
"Everything I told her is basically true," he thought, "except for using a fake last name and misleading her about where I actually live."
"Wow," Jaslyn told herself, "it must be nice to be a trust fund baby. It sounds like he has lots of hobby interests. He mentioned outdoor living, off road adventuring, and an interest in building a cabin off grid here in Utah."
"I have to be careful about revealing major clues about myself like my being a pilot and owning aircraft," he reminds himself as they talk.
Abruptly, Jaslyn realizes that she'd been at the mall far too long. "I'm sorry, Jake, but I must leave; I have class in an hour!"
The abrupt shift in conversation reminded Jake about his true task. "It's now or never," he told himself. "I'll never find a better candidate than this girl!"
"Would you go out with me tonight? Please, ... money is no object, this has been such fun for me and I'd like to continue our discussion over a great meal. This trip, I'm only in town a week for a few morning work meetings. I really don't want to eat alone," he literally begged.
Jaslyn thinks, "Why not, my class load has been killing me and I deserve a break. Besides," she adds with a blush, he seems so awkward, he must be nice." While the thoughts race through her head, she ignores the image in the back of her mind about how he obviously must have a lot of money.
"Sure," she says eagerly, "let me give you my phone number and address." As she writes her information down she adds, "I've heard the Melting Pot is a great restaurant but haven't been able to afford it because of my limited budget. I'm pretty sure reservations are required, so it might be too late for tonight."
Jake chuckles, "No worries, I'll get us in. I'll pick you up at 7 tonight?"
"Perfect!" she said, not really believing that she'd accepted a stranger's offer for dinner. "I'm sure he's fine," she reassured herself as she hurried out of the mall. "He acted like he hadn't had a date in years. He kept blushing every time I looked at him, ... it was kinda cute that he was so unsure of himself."
Jake had done a lot of thinking while he waited to pick up the young girl. While he was embarrassed at his inept introduction to Jaslyn, he was canny enough to realize that it likely worked to his advantage. "If I was too smooth," he told himself, "she'd have pegged me as a young businessman looking to bed a local girl while traveling."
"But," he told himself sternly, "you better focus on the mission! She'll never be mine if I'm too openly linked to her. I don't need any law enforcement nosing around afterward. Be careful, Jake!"
Silently anticipating her reaction to his surprise, Jake knocked on the door of her apartment. After parking, he'd carefully avoided being noticed by anyone and made it to her door without encountering anybody. "So far, so good," he thought.
Jaslyn opened her door and felt a quiver in at the sight of the handsome Jake filling her doorway with a huge assortment of long-stem fire and ice roses. "Flowers," she told herself quickly, "I haven't been given flowers since my high school prom and that was far too long ago!"
"Wow! You look so beautiful!" Jake exclaims.
"Are those for me?" Jaslyn asks coyly.
Jake takes the opportunity to step into her apartment and he grins, "Roses for a rose!"
She takes the flowers and can't resist burying her nose in the bundle, drawing in their pungent smell. "Hmmm," she whispers, "wonderful! Thank you so much!"
"Oh, but these roses don't compare with your beauty," he answered. "Corny," he thought, "but She expected some sort of compliment."
While Jaslyn scurried back into her kitchen, Jake surreptitiously pulled Her phone from the purse sitting on an entry table and quickly popped off the battery to silently kill the device. In just a few seconds, the now turned off phone was back in her purse.
Relaxing now that the first part of the evening has gone according to plan, he is able to appreciate the beautiful dark purple dress she chose to wear on their date. The dress was cut to accentuate her narrow waist and then snuggly fit across her hips, ending just above her knee.
"Hmmm, ... no hose and sensible heels," he thought. "I wonder how silky her thighs will feel? Oh! I can hardly wait to find out."
"Let's get going; reservations are at 8:30 and it's an hour ride. You ever ride in a jag?"
