Please note there is a MM rape sequence separated by asterisks (***). It is not needed to get the gist of the story though. If you choose not to read it you won't miss plot points.
The fall moon was bright as she walked down a two lane road in the middle of nowhere. There were cornfields to either side of her.
Rebekah Duvent was as mad as she could get. Her date became irrational when she would not climb into the back seat with him. She knew she should have been grateful that Matt Kemp had asked her out. He was a smart buff senior in political science. His kind of gratitude she wasn't ready to give.
College for Becca was a challenge. Every guy she went out with expected her to have sex. She understood that she was an aberration in these days, but she wanted to save herself for her husband.
She checked her cell phone again. No bars. She knew Matt had driven her far from the campus of Denison University, but she never expected to have to walk back. It frustrating because she wanted a small liberal arts college and the student body seemed like it was actually graduating in sex education.
"Chivalry is dead," Becca grumbled.
She felt someone looking at her. She looked into the moonlit cornfields. Fear crept up her back. She slowly reached into her purse for the pepper spray she'd already had to flash once tonight. Her hand closed over it as her breathing increased. The fight or flight impulse was a good thing on occasion.
"You will not need to use that."
A deep male voice said from the field on her right. He sounded almost amused.
Becca was frightened as the voice seemed to come so close.
"Show yourself," she demanded. Her fear was palpable.
The cool evening air helped make her shiver. She waited as the man matching the voice stepped out of the tall corn.
He was beautiful. His long red hair was curly ending around the top of his thighs. He wore dark trousers and a light blue v-necked sweater. It matched his glowing blue eyes. He had a roman face with luscious kissable lips. His legs were well muscled like many of the soccer players she knew. His arms and chest were also well sculpted under his sweater.
Josiah found her fascination with his appearance arousing. He had followed her date after over-hearing him brag in the men's room of the quaint bistro where they had eaten dinner. He had seen Becca and knew he needed to protect her.
Becca watched as he walked up the embankment and towards her. She noticed he was staring, too.
She was wearing a beautiful green dress that showed her hour glass figure to perfection. She was soft in all the right places. Her legs were shapely and long. Her eyes were a light color perhaps hazel or blue.
"What's your name?" she asked him. She was beginning to feel weary.
"Josiah Aérien at your service," he replied with a small smile and nod.
"Where did you come from? How did you get here?"
"My car is near by. When I saw you walking alone, I pulled off the road and followed."
"Oh... Why in the corn?"
"You seemed very upset and determined. You were also ranting a little about men."
Becca laughed.
She smiled at him and said, "I'm Becca. Can you give me a lift to Granville?"
"You are direct... Of course, I will give you a lift. My car is this way," Josiah directed.
She kept her hand around her pepper spray and followed him.
Trying to make conversation she remarked how both of their names were biblical.
Josiah smiled to himself. If Rebekah knew that he saw several of Jesus' sermons personally, she would run as fast as she could the other way.
They began a philosophical discussion of religion as they walked toward his Audi A8. He loved the way she was thoughtful and honest with her opinions. He could tell that Becca had experienced pain and suffering in her relatively short life.
Josiah kept up the lively debate as they arrived at his now mist covered car. He looked over at Becca and saw she was shivering slightly. He went to guide her and to open her door, but she jumped back from his touch. She hurried around to the passenger side as he watched her go.
"Please understand I have a couple of rules for my safety. Number 1; please don't touch me. Number 2; take me back directly to Granville. No stopping for anything other than gas if needed," Becca demanded.
"Of course, I will respect your wishes. As I've already said, you won't need your pepper spray with me," Josiah spoke softly.
Unlocking the car with his remote and opening the door, he watched Becca grip her pepper spray tighter and open her own door. She was an attractive young woman.
Becca was very wary of Josiah. Since tonight was already bad, she did not want it to change to terrible. She opened the door and watched Josiah buckle his belt and press the start car button. She got in as he flipped open the navigation system.
He could hear her heart beat faster as she closed the door and clipped her own seat belt.
He programmed the navigation system to guide them to her little college town.
"So why did you choose Denison?" Josiah asked.
"I wanted to stay near where I was raised. I wasn't ready to move too far away, yet. Now that I'm going to graduate in the spring, I've been looking for jobs as a translator so I can travel and see the world. I've already got my passport." Becca glowed with her happiness.
"What do your parents say about that?"
"I don't have parents. They were gone when I was 6. None of my distant relatives wanted me so I grew up in foster care. I never got adopted. I'm on my own now."
"Wow. You don't seem bitter or cynical. How did that happen?"
"I spent my teen years with an awesome family. They gave me a secure foundation. When I came to them they made every effort to make me part of their home. They shared their faith with me. They gave me a secure place to grow in all things. However, they also grew. I was their last foster kid. Once I graduated, they left for their mission field."
Josiah felt her peace about being left again. Becca moved him. He felt a deep need to cherish this strong and beautiful woman. He began to ask her questions about her life.
Becca rambled about her childhood as they drove through farm country. She finally recognized they were nearing Granville. She was enjoying her time with Josiah.
"Where should I drop you?" Josiah queried.
Becca gave him directions to her apartment.
When they arrived, she did not want to end the evening. She was actually please with how her evening turned out.
"I'd like to see you again," she said.
"Likewise," Josiah replied. "How about meeting for coffee tomorrow?"
"I'm in class until noon even though it's Saturday. I'm graduating with 2 majors so I've got an extreme course load. How about meeting for lunch?"
"Should I come here at 12:30 tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes. I'd really like another chance to ride in this car again!"
Josiah laughed and bid her good night.
Becca felt as if she were floating as she walked into her apartment building. Once she had gone though the security door, she turned and waved good bye.
Josiah watched her until she was in the elevator. Sighing he wondered what it was he was feeling after all this time. Could he have found his helpmate after 2 thousand years?
He drove to his home in Westerville and called his aid to have him apologize to his dining companions with bottles of wine sent to them tomorrow. He had made apologies as he left to follow Becca and her rude date, but he felt an additional gesture should be made.
Charles and his helpmate Marguerite were very content. Josiah felt envy for them creep up his back while they ate. He wanted that kind of bond. Was God guiding him to Becca?
As he lay in bed, he longed for the few years he had with his Emmanuel. The guidance and love that was always given is incomparable. He wondered how Becca would react to his long life. Jesus had healed him and gifted this life to make up for the tortures of his life. It always amazed him that what he thought would be just a few years had turned into almost 2 thousand years old.
Josiah began life as the son of a northern tribe in what would be France today. He was captured by a Roman commander. He was the Roman's slave until he returned to Rome as a citizen. Once in Rome, he was sold to another Roman commander, Incendio. He found himself in Jerusalem.
His new owner was an angry man. He found himself beaten for any slight infraction. If the dinner was cold or his clothing was worn, Josiah was punished.
Many years into his master's service, Josiah was sent with his troop on patrol. Josiah tried to do his best to satisfy a man prone to dissatisfaction.
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"Damn you! Can't you get anything right?" Incendio yelled as he kicked Josiah in the ribs.
Josiah was used to these beatings, but tonight Incendio seemed particularly hostile. He had been drinking wine heavily that day. Josiah stayed kneeling with his head down as he apologized.
"You are never going to learn. No matter how many beatings you receive, slave, you always make the same mistakes. Perhaps you need a different incentive," Incendio slurred some of his words. Incendio was standing near his grooming kit. The vials of oils gave him and evil and delicious idea.
Josiah felt the icy grip of terror. He saw where his master was staring.
Incendio saw Josiah's look of terror. It pleased him too much. Incendio was already getting aroused. That look firmed his cock to its full length.
Back handing Josiah, Incendio grabbed a vial of oil. While his slave was unconscious, Incendio striped off his toga and stroked oil on his cock. He went down on his knees and poured some of the oil onto Josiah's ass crack. Not waiting for Josiah to awaken, Incendio grabbed Josiah's hips to position him for the ultimate violation.
