Chapter 1
The room was blacker than the bottom pit of hell, and Nella lay there in the stifling heat. This was incredible. Considering it was the middle of September, and the weather was supposedly cooling off a bit, Nella Lang knew she should be neither hot, nor stifling, barely able to breathe. Where was she, anyway?
The last thing Nella remembered was accepting a drink from the host at a party she had gone to in Southampton, one Ike Walsh. She had gone to the party with a whole group of friends. During the party the host had questioned her about herself, and she had told him what really wasn't too much of a secret. She was living under a guardian's care, a guardian who really didn't care that much, since he received his monthly stipend no matter what kind of care he took of the eighteen-year-old girl. He would be her guardian for another three years, and Nella didn't mind since the man didn't try inhibiting her in any way. Sometimes she would be out of the house for a month or more at a time, and the man never bothered looking for her, never caring one way or the other. Never having grown up with loving parents, Nella, unconsciously seeking love, had been dating a steady stream of boys ever since she had been fifteen.
The trouble with the boys dating Nella was, they weren't interested in offering love. Rather, they preferred to offer sex, and Nella, who had recalled an incident of the older sister of a girl-friend almost bleeding to death because of being deflowered, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with sex. So the boys stopped seeing Nella after awhile, but more boys were always there to take their places.
After all, Nella was five feet-three inches in height, with corn-gold hair that came down past her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes, a short, crinkly nose, and a full pair of lips that looked just right for kissing, and in the mind of many a man it was the idea of her kissing something other than his lips. Nella was a slender girl, with a thirty-six-inch bust, C cups, and a narrow twenty-two inch waist that made her flaring thirty-five-inch hips look delightful. She looked as if she had been poured into the tight, silver cocktail sheath she had been wearing at the Southampton party, and in the beginning she learned that just about all the girls there had one thing in common and one thing only, and that was, they were all orphans. Many of the girls were runaways from step-parents who didn't really care, and others were poor working girls who had to fend for themselves. Aside from being orphans, they all had one other thing in common, and that was, they were all beautiful and well-built.
But after sipping from the drink Ike Walsh had handed Nella, the blonde girl had suddenly gotten very dizzy, and now she had no idea where she was, except that it was dark and stifling, and she was naked.