This is story written for a special lady to help her explore her special fantasies. It was written to her specifications and is submitted for publication after her review, by her request and with her approval.
This is definitely not for everyone. It's a dark story containing kidnapping, forceable confinement, physical violence and forced sexual activities of all sorts. If you might find any of that offensive or if you cannot accept what follows as the fantasy that it is, please look elsewhere; there are so many other good choices.
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Where in hell did this rain come from?
Jenny wondered to herself.
The downpour outside her car was beyond belief. Even at high speed, her wipers still weren't taking the water off her windshield and she could barely see beyond the hood of her car.
That it was pitch black outside just added to her problems and the petite young woman muttered to herself as she was again forced to slow down.
The rutted gravel road wasn't doing her car's underside any favors, either. From time to time, Jenny winced at the sound of her baby being dragged over yet another protruding rock.
And where in the hell am I?
she asked herself for about the 14th time that night. Allison's directions had been totally vague to start off with and Jenny's GPS seemed to be sending her around in circles - it had been an hours since she had last seen a town and she was sure she'd seen that tree at least twice before.
Common sense would have any normal person pull over and wait - wait until daylight if need be. Jenny however was not quite normal. Feisty, sure of herself, utterly confident, pulling over was not on her list.
The passenger side dipped suddenly as the wheels hit a deep, sludge-filled pothole. A wave of liquid mud splashed up over her windshield, only grudgingly allowing itself to be scraped off by the frantic wipers.
Swearing a most unladylike oath, Jenny wrenched at the wheel and kept going.
This place Allison had chosen for the Girls' Away weekend had better be pretty special!
she mused. Getting there has
not
been half the fun.
She swore as the car started to slide to one side, cursed as she lost control of it and screamed briefly as it slid off the slippery road into the ditch.
The vehicle was tilted well to one side and it was obvious that driving out was not an option.
Jenny fumbled for her purse and finally found it by her feet. An inspection of her smart phone made things worse, for there was obviously no coverage here - wherever 'here' was.
She was about to break into tears when she noticed a dim light ahead of her, down the road. Staying where she was didn't seem to be a good option and, gritting her teeth, she wrenched at the door, pushed it up and away from her.
The door's weight made getting out difficult and the girl was in any case thoroughly drenched before she managed to clamber out onto the muddy road.
Why in hell hadn't she brought a proper rain coat?
Cursing, beginning to shiver, she trudged down the road. There were no still bars showing on her phone, but even in the torrential downpour, the pale cone of light from the device's flashlight was enough to keep her from breaking an ankle in the rutted mud.
It seemed an eternity before she arrived at the driveway. She spent another eternity trying to figure out how to open the latch on the gate.
Fuck it,
she thought to herself.
This outfit has just about had it anyway.
Hiking her short skirt even higher, she began to climb over the gate.
She had a very bad moment when one of her heels caught in the wire, leaving her swinging back and forth. A mighty wrench pulled her boot loose and she would have to wait until morning to see what it had done to the heel.
Staggering up onto the porch, she shuddered with the cold, but it was so good to be out of the hammering rain.
Limping, she made her way to the door. An initial knock with her knuckles brought no response. Realizing the sheets of rain probably made a simple knock inaudible, the girl pounded on the door with her fist.
Please, oh please, let there be somebody home!
The door suddenly opened and a man's voice boomed out, "Took ya long enough, Unc..."
Thin lips snapped shut when the speaker saw the shivering and drenched Asian woman in front of him.
"Who in hell are
you?"
he asked, not moving.
"P-p-please," Jenny asked, her teeth chattering, "May I come in out of the rain, please? My car's stuck down the road."
The man looked out past her into the monsoon beyond before stepping aside. Gratefully, the girl plunged past him, heedless of the sound of the door closing firmly behind her.
The room as certainly warm enough, although it desperately needed both a major redecoration and a major cleaning.
"Get the gal something to drink, Booby," said the man who had let her in. Of medium height, he was skinny rather than thin. Long stringy brown hair came down to his shoulders, matched by a scraggly beard without any hint of a moustache. Dressed only in a pair of denim bib overalls and a worn Lakers ball cap, his dark eyes might have put a more cautious woman on her guard, but Jenny was too cold to notice.
A moment later, there was a gentle touch on her shoulder. Turning, she found herself staring at the chest of a massive man holding out a plain water glass half-filled with a clear liquid.
The girl stepped back, crooked her neck to stare upwards. The man was as black as any she had ever met and towered two full heads' height over her. Wearing a tattered set of grey sweats with a stencilled ARMY still barely visible, the man had a gentle expression on his face. He had a short beard but his head was shaved. There was a spiderweb of scars on his scalp, white against his dark skin.
The man smiled at her, again proffered the glass.
He has a nice smile,
Jenny thought.
"Thank you," she said, raising it to her nose.
It was alcohol of some sort, that was for certain, but nothing she was familiar with. Its smell seared her nostrils, but she needed warmth it would bring and took a gulp, only to choke and cough at its fiery vapors.
"I think she likes it, Bobby," the thin man chuckled.
"Yes, Danny." The big man's voice was surprisingly soft. Looking up at his brown eyes, Jenny was suddenly puzzled by a certain lack of... what? Awareness? Liveliness? Free will?
She took another drink, smaller, more careful this time and felt the illusion of warmth sweep though her body.
"She
does
like it, Bobby! We'll have to tell Uncle Dayce he got the recipe just right this time."
"Yes, Danny."
Jenny shivered again, sagging a little under the weight of her coat. The downpour had soaked the brown shearling coat and it must have weighed 25 pounds all by itself.
Danny produced an old blanket, held it out to her. "Here," he said. "Trade you. That coat's gotta be hung up near the fire to dry out."
