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KylieWhen I first woke up, I had the luxury of not remembering yesterday. For about three seconds. Then it all came crashing back. The abduction. The cages. The men who forced us to... My brain shut down. I wasn't ready to analyze those hours spent with them right now. I had a splitting headache, but I wasn't sure why. I had to pee and I was starving.I tried to sit up and my head started throbbing. Why did it hurt so bad? I felt something rub on my thigh and pulled the blankets off enough to see a bandage there. I laid back down even though my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Everything had changed. Yet nothing had. My bed was soft and firm. My comforter smelled like fabric softener and the world outside of this room was still moving. I heard the neighborhood waking up.But I wasn't the same. I had done things. Things I couldn't see myself telling Brody. I wanted to but just the thought of forcing those words out of my mouth was terrifying. One, I would have to relive it. And
KylieIt has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that
BrodyIt's only been two weeks, so of course, I am still worried about Kylie. Mom talked with her today, and I'm glad she was able to get a few details from her. It put all of our minds at ease that she was willing to talk, even a little. I did want details of her time at Edgar's, but I also didn't. Kylie had been hurt but, in her own words, it wasn't in the worst way. She and Analiese had been tortured and sexual8ly assaulted. I selfishly wanted her all better right now, but I understood that these types of abuses needed time to heal. I had hope now for her recovery though. I wouldn't put a time limit on how long she needed. But I did wish I had a magic pill that would make everything all better. It killed me that she was hurt at all. It comes back to Stern being in the right place at the right time that we were able to find them before worse things could happen. I couldn't thank the guy enough, but I hadn't seen him lately.In order to be there for Kylie, I did something I had never
KylieI ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I had followed Brody to the bathroom because I had a question, I guess, I don't remember now. It was a surprise to find him undressed so quickly. It had just been moments since he walked out of my room. He is so fucking beautiful naked. Phenomenal, really. His chest and abs looked sculpted by a master. Even the muscle in his thighs were defined. But he was flesh and blood. His cock was sublime. It stood proudly beneath my gaze. Then he stroked himself slowly, waiting for my reaction. It almost felt like he was treating me like a wounded bird. That made sense in a way. He worked himself, and as he did, he gently and painstakingly brought out my arousal. I couldn't look away. I definitely couldn't walk away. I stepped in and shut the door.I wanted him so badly in those moments, and that hadn't happened in a while. But was it my mind or my pussy that had a 'closed for business' sign? I needed to talk that out with my therapist. Bu
Warning!! This chapter might be triggering for some. Explicit details of assault. You can continue on to the next chapter, just know that Kylie told Brody everything that happened to her before her rescue.BrodyI had my appointment with the therapist, and she had some great insight into how I might be able to help Kylie. In the short term, one of her suggestions had me pretty excited. Apparently, she had also mentioned this to Kylie, but Kylie had not expressed any interest in it. However, I say the potential for getting out some pent-up emotions was a great idea. There is an actual thing called a rage room. The business will set up a room and let you destroy everything inside. Unfortunately, the closest one to us was in West Palm Beach, which was about an hour away, so not very practical. I talked with Oscar about it. He found a junkyard where he knew a guy that would let the girls take out their rage on an old car. I had sledgehammers in the back of the truck. Oscare was bringing A
This story may be triggering for some. It does have bad language, dark sexual themes and scenes in a bdsm club. Please beware. Brandt"Boss, I've got a young lady out here that says there is an emergency and she needs to get her mother from inside the club.” I heard this in my earpiece. It’s Wednesday night and well, never a dull moment in a BDSM club, no matter what night it is. “Let her into the lobby. I’ll be right out.” I answered the bouncer. My security office is just steps away from the lobby. I strode out in time to see a beautiful young girl walk in. I watched, as if in slow motion, as she made her way to the customer service area. She flung her hair over her shoulder in a very feminine way. Was she flirting or trying to be a tease, as most of the women that came here acted? I wasn't sure. Sex appeal oozed out of her but she almost seemed oblivious.I could tell she was just my type although a little younger than I usually like. She was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shir
HoneyWhen I woke up this morning, it was just a normal day. Take a shower, eat breakfast, go to school. I helped mom get Brody ready and I dropped him on my way. He doesn’t need much help, he’s nine. He didn’t ride the bus because of the special project he took to school today. Mom went the opposite direction to her job. Simple and ordinary. No weird BDSM club on the horizon, oh wait, yes there was, I just didn’t know it yet.When I got out of school, I went to my job. Brody would have taken the bus home from school and Mom would be home around five when she gets off work. She would make dinner. I get home around 8 and Mom has her date night with Moe. Brody goes to sleep. See? A well-oiled machine.Only instead of getting ready for bed like I asked, Brody decided to jump off his top bunk bed pretending to be some super hero. His screams made my heart nearly leap out of my chest. I ran into his bedroom to find him writhing on the floor holding his arm. It was bad. A bone broke through
Honey Our conversation after he asked me that question was short and to the point."You want me to be one of those girls? The ones that were tied down, getting whipped and ... doing that thing Mom was doing to Moe?" I was embarrassed and couldn't even say the words "sucking dick". Mortifying!"Honey, look at me." It was hard when my cheeks were on fire, but I looked into his eyes."Have you ever had sex before?" This gorgeous, experienced guy was asking if I was a virgin? Please let the ground swallow me up right now! I looked back down quickly, but he gently pulled my head back up with his fingers under my chin to look at him again."Honey, I need to know, have you ever been with a man before?"I shook my head vehemently, my voice not working. I wasn't experienced like him. He wouldn't want me.He stared at me for a few minutes before he said, "That changes nothing Honey. I want to teach you. I want to show how it can be between us. We can do as much or as little of that stuff as y