Wendy

Chapter One: The Purchase

Wendy was the oldest of thirteen children. Her relatives were all members of one of those strange polygamist sects that still pop up in Utah from time to time, claiming to be Mormons. (They're not, strictly speaking...but don't tell them that, or you may find yourself staring down the wrong end of a shotgun.) Anyway, with three wives and thirteen children to support, you can imagine that Brother Malachi, Wendy's father, was pretty much chronically short of cash. And so, ordinarily, Wendy would have been married off at age fourteen or fifteen to whichever fellow cultist was willing to pay the highest "bride price" for her. In fact, she later told me stories of girls as young as twelve being married to their own uncles or cousins... you wouldn't believe the things that go on in these weird religions. It's disgusting, to my mind.

However, Wendy got lucky. She was the only girl in the first six kids or so, and so her father kept her on for a while, to help his wives with all the boy children, because of course he didn't expect his sons to do "women's work." And I guess, he was more liberal than most, because he let her finish high school. She was home-schooled, of course, but she had more education than you might have expected, in addition to being a good cook, an expert housekeeper, and very experienced at sewing and tending babies. She didn't know anything about science, because evolution was "Satan's Doctrine." But she could read and write, manage a household budget, and she could recite the Bible and the Book of Mormon for days... as I had cause to find out later.

But anyway, when Wendy was nineteen, her luck finally ran out. Her little sister Sariah, at age ten, was old enough to take over Wendy's tasks, and Brother Malachi wanted to take another wife, which required money he didn't have. So it was time for Wendy to find a husband. There weren't many members of Brother Malachi's particular sect of Mormonism in that area, though. And as I said, he was a bit more liberal than most, because he didn't like the idea of marrying his daughter to one of his brothers. So Brother Malachi was forced to look further afield for someone to take Wendy off his hands.

That's where I come into this story. No, I'm not a member of the same sect. I'm a property developer and occasional dealer in slightly more exotic merchandise as well. I was just passing through the tiny town of Lemuel, Utah, but I ended up stopping at the local convenience store at about the same time that Brother Malachi, his three wives, and Wendy pulled in to gas up their rusty, clanking twenty-year-old van. As I stood in line, I heard Brother Malachi commiserating with the clerk about how they had to take Wendy over a hundred miles, to the next congregation of like-minded souls, in hopes of finding her a husband.

Of course, my ears perked up at this news. I'm always on the lookout for fresh, unspoiled girls, whom I can personally tutor in what Brother Malachi would have termed "the ways of the world." Utah is generally a prime place to find fresh, unspoiled girls, and it looked like this was my lucky day. So I insinuated myself into the conversation as we stood in line at the convenience store.

"Pardon me, Brother, but I couldn't help overhearing that you had an unmarried daughter on your hands. Now it just so happens that I'm a Mormon myself and I'm looking for a good second wife. Perhaps I can spare you the trouble and expense of your long journey."

I got pretty suspicious looks from Brother Malachi and the clerk, in return. After all, I was wearing a $1,000 suit and driving a BMW convertible. I looked just about as much like a member of his sect as Madonna would have. But I'm a good actor, and I was actually raised as a member of the Mormon faith, so when he started quizzing me, I was able to play along. After I recited the "plot" of the Book of Mormon, and managed to at least paraphrase all thirteen of the Articles of Faith, he reluctantly agreed to let me have a look at Wendy.

"Wendy! Get out the van and come along in here, girl! This Brother wants to have a look-see. Happen we won't have to drive anywhere at all today." Somewhat nervously, Wendy complied. I watched a tiny figure in a long skirt step from the rear of the van and "come along in" the store.

She stood in front of me, in her baggy, long sleeved dress, with her head modestly lowered. I could see she was about five feet tall, with long honey-blonde hair neatly braided and coiled into a bun at the nape of her neck. Her dress was high-necked, loose fitting as hell, with long sleeves and a floor length skirt, but I could still see her breasts straining the fabric as she clasped her hands behind her back. I estimated she was probably at least a C-cup, and there was no way she was wearing a bra. I couldn't really tell about the rest of her figure, in that awful dress, except that it seemed proportional. But I had to be sure.

"Brother Malachi, would it be possible for me to have a look at her legs? She's lovely and I'm sure you've got her trained to be an obedient wife, but I'm a particular man when it comes to legs." At this, Wendy shot me a terrified glance, and I got a look at turquoise eyes under delicate brows, framed by long, dark brown lashes. She also had a tiny, straight nose with a few freckles scattered across the bridge, and a pert little mouth with a very full upper lip. The lower lip was currently being nervously chewed, and she was pale and tense looking, but despite that, her oval face was one of the prettiest I'd seen.

"I reckon it might be possible for you to take her around back for a few minutes if one of her Ma's goes with you. But I'm gonna want a token of good faith or somethin'." Grinning, I peeled off five hundred-dollar bills from my wallet and handed them to Brother Malachi. His eyes positively glowed as he called to one of his wives, "Rebecca! Take Wendy around back with this good Brother and let him see a bit more. But don't you let him touch her, or I'll strap you."

As we walked around behind the convenience store, I gestured for Wendy and Rebecca to precede me. Startled, they did so, and I contemplated the difference between Wendy's tiny figure in the ugly but gently swaying skirt, and the dumpy, slouched woman with a forgettable face and a body that had obviously borne five kids or so, stomping alongside her. I had already resolved to have Wendy...now I could see that in addition to satisfying my taste for innocent virgins, I'd be doing her a favor to take her away from this fate, no matter where she ended up eventually. Finally, we reached the rear of the convenience store. Rebecca glanced warily at me, awaiting instructions, and Wendy stood, eyes staring at the ground, and trembled.

"Wendy, I want you to raise your head and look me in the eye. Good girl. No, don't look away." She was every bit as beautiful as I'd thought, even though she was frightened. As I gave my next command, her face became bright red and the tears in her eyes started to spill down her cheeks. But she obeyed. "All right, Wendy, hold your hands out from your sides a bit. Rebecca, do me the favor of pulling her dress tight so I can see that figure." Wendy had a perfect hourglass shape with a tiny waist. I was guessing 36-24-36 just by looking. I ached to touch, or to at least have her drop that dress off her body so I could look my fill, but I knew if I pissed these people off, I'd have to resort to much more difficult maneuvers to obtain the sweet pussy in front of me.

"All right, Rebecca. Now I'd like you just to raise her skirt to the waist and let me get a look at her legs."

Wendy began to sob out loud at these words, but Rebecca obeyed even as Wendy cringed.

"Now, Wendy, hold that skirt yourself and turn around in a full circle."

I could already see much more than I'd hoped. Wendy wore thin, white cotton briefs, as unexciting as possible. But they were worn out, almost transparent, they were so old. I could see Wendy's light brown pubic hair peeking out at the sides and pushing out the panties. It was obviously very abundant and curly, and quite untamed. It looked soft as silk, and I ached to run my hands though it. By now I was fully erect, painfully so in fact, and I'm sure it must have been obvious to Rebecca as she glanced at me, then yanked the skirt a bit higher and thrust it into Wendy's cringing hands.

Wendy tentatively turned in a circle as commanded, sobbing silently all the while, which made her breasts heave pleasingly against her cotton dress. She had beautifully firm (although tiny) pear shaped-buttocks, and long, muscular legs covered in a soft blond down. In fact, for her height, her legs were the longest I'd ever seen. She obviously had a very high waist and short torso to make up for those legs, which went on for miles. I couldn't wait to be the one to shave them for the first time.

My mouth was dry with lust, and I could barely speak as I said, "That's enough. Wendy, you can drop your skirt again and go wait by the van."

Wendy obeyed, and I slipped Rebecca a hundred dollars, saying, "Just between you and I, Sister Rebecca, how much was your husband hoping to get for Wendy?"

Sister Rebecca replied very softly, so I had to strain to hear her. "He wanted a thousand dollars but he wasn't sure he could get it. She's a good girl, pretty, and a virgin of course, but she's so old already, and she's had more school than most. Some men would object to that."

"Thank you Sister, now you'd better go on back to the van before your husband starts to wonder what we're doing back here." She obeyed, and I rejoined Brother Malachi and the clerk, who cast knowing glances at my bulging crotch.

"All right, Brother, I'm convinced she'd be just the wife for me. I'm a good man and a faithful husband. As you see, I can provide well for her, and I'm prepared to marry her today. The only question is how much you were wanting for a bride price."

"Well, now, there's one problem. I don't really reckon we can have the wedding for at least a week, owing to our bishop being out of town."

I silently cursed. This was going to make things more expensive. It was going to take Wendy a long time to work off her "bride price" once I finally got her out of here. I wasn't entirely regretful about that, though, on further reflection. "I understand. Let me make you an offer. I'll give you two thousand dollars if you'll let me take her with me tonight. I live in Wisconsin and I'll have our bishop perform the ceremony the second we get home. In fact, I'll call him right now and tell him to expect us day after tomorrow."

I whipped out my cell phone and watched greed war with anxiety for his daughter on Brother Malachi's face. I was surprised when anxiety won out. "I don't think so, Brother. You're an honest man, but Satan's temptation is a powerful thing, and I won't see my daughter condemned to the outer darkness because her husband couldn't temper his passions until after he stood before the bishop."

"I understand, Brother Malachi, and I can see you've been a good and faithful steward to your family. However when I came out here looking for a bride, I expected this might be the situation, and I'd like to propose an alternative." I stepped over to the trunk of the BMW and removed a small metal object. "This is a chastity belt. As you can see, it has openings for the necessary functions, but it's designed to keep a woman's virtue intact. There's only one key. How about we have Rebecca put this on your daughter, and we'll take the key and mail it to my home right now? It should get there about the same time we do. Will that satisfy?"

"I reckon that's better, but you could stop at a locksmith, or have a second key hidden away, now couldn't you?"

"Of course I could, but at some point there has to be some faith and trust, especially between fellow men of God. I give you my solemn promise not to harm your daughter in any way, or damage her virtue until we're legally wed. And I'll make that bride price four thousand dollars."

This time greed won out. Brother Malachi took the chastity belt and instructed Rebecca on what to do. I could see Wendy's shocked face staring at me through the van window as the operation proceeded. Finally, Rebecca exited the van with the key, I dropped it in an envelope, and we mailed it to my "home address" in Wisconsin.

"Here you are as agreed, Brother. Four thousand dollars. May our Father in Heaven bless you and your faithful wives. Now, let's let Wendy say her goodbyes, while we put her belongings in my car."

There was just room for the one small suitcase among the several black leather cases in my trunk; cases incidentally containing a number of things I couldn't wait to introduce Wendy to. There was the sound of women sobbing behind us.

"Do you have a phone, Brother? I'll make sure Wendy calls you if you want, and she can come visit once there are grandkids to show off."

We exchanged phone numbers, Brother Malachi completely unsuspecting that Wendy would not call him, or in fact ever be heard from again.

I led Wendy away from the sobbing women and seated her in the passenger seat of my BMW, instructing her to fasten her seatbelt. Wendy was no longer crying, but she was pale and she was visibly shaking. Little did she know that what was in store for her was beyond her wildest dreams, or her worst nightmares. I didn't bother to reassure her. She'd learn soon enough. And she sat quite docilely as I drove the BMW out of the convenience store parking lot and down the road to the freeway. She didn't even notice when we turned, not East toward Wisconsin, but West toward Boise, Idaho. I locked the doors with my remote as we drove. She was too frightened to observe that her door had no inside handle or lock. It didn't matter anyway, as she was too meek and mild to even think of escaping during our seven-hour drive "home."