"Spread the word to others. The more Earth Trustees there are the more we can trust the future and each other. When enough people help and trust each other we will have a healthy, peaceful planet."
-John McConnell, founder of Earth Day
Spread the Word
The immaculate Ross Stone stood over me, dressed in pressed navy trousers and a freshly ironed white shirt, the sleeves rolled up three quarters of the way to reveal slender, tanned forearms. A large silver watch weighed down his left wrist and glinted under the harsh florescent kitchen light. His eyes studied me through round silver-framed glasses perched on a sharp nose. My ankles and wrists were bound and my head throbbed while my mind tried to arrange what brought me to this state in chronological order.
"Earth Day is a day for concern of our planet and all its living things. John McConnell founded Earth Day in 1970 and he will be celebrating its anniversary with his wife, Anna as guests of honor in Laguna Beach, California for Earth Day 2007."
My vision blurred as Ross droned on, I faded away and was momentarily unaware of my captor and his enthusiastic lecture on Earth Day. My name is Violet Ford, and I had stumbled upon this quaint home in the woods while taking a late summer hike with friends, looking for a nice spot to sit and get high. Before we found a place, I took an unannounced pee break in a heavily wooded area and when I finished I discovered I was lost and alone.
The sunlight had relented to the dusk and I stumbled on through the woods until I came upon an unexpected one story home of wooden white panels and a tidy front yard. A walnut swing hung by chains on the front porch and beckoned me to rest on it. An obese cat studied me from what appeared to be a living room window. Fatigue was setting in and the dusk was rapidly dissolving into darkness and I needed to use a telephone. I knocked twice on the door and when the door opened the rotund cat escaped through the legs of a slightly built man sporting a blond buzz cut and a very neat appearance opened the door. I was aware of my own disheveled appearance, ragged cut off jeans and purple halter top that barely covered up my breasts. I wiped off my face with my grubby hands and smoothed back my straight, shoulder dark hair.
"Could I use your phone?" I asked, introducing myself and explaining to him my situation. He immediately let me in with an empathetic smile, and as I entered I was struck across the top of my skull with a cordless phone. I don't know how much time had passed until I opened my eyes and was lying in his kitchen, my wrists and ankles bound tightly in white, nylon rope.
Ross Stone introduced himself to me and then assured me no more harm would come to me. He said it was meant for me to come upon his home, lost in the woods and seeking guidance. Ross claimed I was lost not geographically, but spiritually and needed only to become an Earth Trustee to find guidance and stability in my life.
"Other dates have been incorrectly labeled Earth Day...but designating the First Day of Spring as Earth Day was to take advantage of the Vernal Equinox on the 21st of March and provide for the event to be celebrated at the same time all over the world..." Ross, his finger tips pressed together as he walked in front of me and continued his eloquent planet ranting. "...the Vernal Equinox is when day and night equal and millions of prayers are for the nurturing of our planet can be heard..."
I nodded off again and a foot gently nudged my buttock. My blue eyes snapped back open and left hip was numb from the hard tile. I thought if I moved it might only provoke him.
"...and first proclamation of Earth Day was by San Francisco, the city of Saint Francis, the patron saint of ecology!" finished Ross; bringing his smallish hands together in a loud clap to indicate he was finished. He turned on his heel and disappeared and soon I heard running water. Ross returned and untied my feet and hands to assist me in removing my clothes. I submitted to his request because I was too exhausted to protest.
My nude body fascinated Ross as he led me down a short hallway to a small bathroom. The bath water looked inviting and I wanted to wash. Ross set me down on a small vanity chair and taking a seat on a petite cobalt blue toilet, swiftly unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive sized cock for a man of otherwise limited stature. He stroked out an orgasm in less than a minute, catching every bit of semen in a perfectly folded square of toilet tissue which he deposited in the petite toilet and flushed. The bathroom was so cramped I could have reached over and stroked him myself.
Following his orgasm he placed me in the hot bath. Ross washed me as if I were made of delicate spun glass. The soap he used was rounded, yellow and scented faintly of lemons. Ross repeated his manic masturbation scene twice more during my bath, and again after he toweled me off and replaced a white robe to cover my clean, soft skin.
