Chapter 1
Jack Rose was a virgin at twenty. This fact, this difficulty, was not altogether unusual, nor was it his fault. Jack was attractive enough, a tall, six foot four inch man with a powerfully built body, piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a full head of hair.
Jack had the misfortune to grow up with his widowed mother, who worked as a computer scientist at a remote scientific base deep in the wilds of northern Canada. For eight years she and Jack and a dozen men worked at the station. There were no females there other than his mother.
At twenty, he joined the army, and was sent to another remote base, this time in Arizona. There were a few females on the base but there wasn't any real opportunity to approach them. Besides, Jack wasn't easy around women, who were enigmas to him.
He didn't know any women, other than his mother, and even after being transferred to a more civilized locale, he never saw the opportunity to get near them. Jack disapproved of drinking and smoking, and didn't go near bars, really. He didn't dance, had never learned, and never wanted to learn. He met few women in the course of his job, and couldn't imagine approaching a woman he barely knew to ask her out.
Jack would have been humiliated had he been turned down.
So even at thirty, Jack was still a virgin, never having gotten to know any women he found attractive well enough to actually date.
Unfortunately for him Jack had a very high, very powerful sex drive. He dreamed and fantasized about sex with women all the time, and was forced to masturbate at least three or four times a day. He consumed voracious amounts of pornography, which he bought by mail order because he was too embarrassed to purchase it in person.
He had books, magazines, movies, even pictures he'd written away for that were supposedly from ordinary girls.
Jack was incredibly frustrated. He wanted to fuck a girl, a lot of girls, yet he wasn't able to. This frustration led more and more to anger at the women he saw around him, the good looking ones who had great bodies yet weren't willing to let him play with them.
That he had asked didn't matter to him. He was sure they would have said no anyway. Every time he saw some cute girl walk around, especially if she was wearing tight pants or a low cut top or a short skirt, he wanted to bend her over and shove his cock up their pussies or assholes.
It annoyed him that he couldn't do this. Why was it they made such a big deal out of it anyway? He would be glad to fuck any decent looking woman who asked, why wouldn't they return the favour? Hell, he could fuck them if they were asleep, and they'd never even know it'd been done.
He fantasized about just grabbing one off the street and fucking the hell out of her. He'd give it to her up the ass, down the throat, he'd fuck her six ways from Sunday. He'd ride her until she drowned in sperm.
Jack loved women, had them up on a pedestal, and would never really hurt one. He just didn't think fucking was going to do them.
Then one day, Jack won the lottery. He hit it big, and never needed to work again. Now, he thought, he could get all the women he needed.
The problem was that even wearing great clothes it was hard to get women to break into his house and have sex with him. Jack still didn't go to bars or nightclubs, and though he met women on the street, in stores, or wherever, the were, at best casual acquaintances.
He didn't have the never to ask one for a date, and had no idea how to get to know them better. He thought about going to college. There he'd be with women for extended periods of time and could get to know a few. Or maybe if he found a job where a lot of women worked he could get to know a few.
But he didn't want to go to college. He'd always hated school. He didn't want to work either, especially since he was no fairly well off. He thought about hiring a hooker, he'd thought of it many times, but couldn't bring himself to have sex with some cheap whore who would act bored and casual, and would probably have every disease known to man.
What he wanted were the pretty teenage girls he'd dreamed about when he was a teenager, and the pretty college girls he'd dreamed about when he was a little older, and the pretty young office workers he'd dreamed about in his twenties.
But even at thirty-five he was still a virgin and had still never had a date, nor even asked a woman for a date.
His frustration was mounting too. In his fantasies now he often had the women strung up by the wrists. He would whip them and shock them with stun guns and otherwise torment them. He would make them call him master, and crawl to him on their knees. He would tie them so tightly they couldn't move, then fuck the hell out of them.
One day, while having lunch with his broker in a restaurant, a gorgeous young teenage girl walked past the window, clad in a skin tight mini-dress. She caught both their eyes and the talk turned to teenage girls.
That was when the broker mentioned this one girl in his building, a pretty one who he'd sometimes run across in the elevator wearing nothing but her nightshirt. It seemed she travelled from her place to another apartment in the building, perhaps a girlfriend's or an Aunt's.
The girl became a part of his fantasy life. He'd stop the elevator and screw her right there, right up against the wall. Only, as he knew, stopping the elevator rang a bell, and no doubt someone would soon arrive to find out the problem.
But what about grabbing the girl there and taking her elsewhere? Taking her down to the basement and out, away, somewhere he could enjoy her at his leisure without worrying about someone sticking their nose in?
He knew, from his own experience living in an apartment, that getting off the elevator on any floor but the first, or the garage, it was extremely unlikely that there would be anyone there to see you. So in his fantasy he grabbed the girl, drugged her, and got off on the second floor, or perhaps the twentieth, and then ...
Well, he didn't know what then. Just what the hell would he do then? He didn't want to go to jail, after all, nor did he really want to hurt the girl, raping and whipping and beating her was one thing, but he didn't want to hurt her.
And what kind of drug would he use? How would he do it?
Time passed, and his fantasy fleshed out. He had money, and was extremely intelligent. He studied up on drugs, on the things that would knock people out quickly. It was something to do, after all. He still didn't think he'd actually do anything about it, but he didn't have a job and had few friends.
Jack had a big finished basement at his house. He had some workmen come in and build an elaborate bomb shelter beneath it. They thought he was a bit nuts, but were glad to take his money. The bomb shelter had a thick steel door that couldn't be opened except by pressing the right numbers into a keypad. That door, and the shelter, were down a flight of secret stairs hidden behind a wall panel.
He put a king sized brass bed in the shelter, as well as a whirlpool bath, a big screen TV, thick carpeting, and other items, then constructed some frameworks, bolted hooks to the roof and walls and floors, and mailed away for elaborate bondage gear, lingerie and sex toys.
All he needed then was the girl.
He drove to another city, and checked into a motel on the edge of town. He called a local high school and asked them when they let out for the day, then drove there and parked a short distance away.
He watched with binoculars as hundreds of pretty girls left the building. Many of them were gorgeous, but he picked out one and followed her from a distance. She stopped at a bus stop, then got on and rode away. He followed.
Eventually the bus let her off and she walked home. It was a house. He was frustrated by that, seeing no safe way of grabbing her on the streets she walked on. He drove back to the motel and tried again the next day, then the next, then the next.
He found the girl he wanted at last. She was gorgeous, with an adorable face, a nice round ass, and good sized tits. She was a blonde too, which was his favorite. Her hair was shoulder length, but straight and thick. He preferred straight hair.
Best of all she lived in an apartment building without any security. He waited for her there the day after he followed her, waited in the lobby, trying to control his anticipation. His car was parked in the garage right next to the stairs and he had a big army surplus duffel bag, which he figured she'd fit into folded up.
There were only two elevators in the building. He waited by one, watching out the doors. When he saw her coming up the walk he sent one elevator up to the top floor, then got in the other and rode it to the basement.
He kept it there for a minute, then let the door closed and moved into the corner. Sure enough, the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors opened, and the girl got in, and so did a middle-aged woman.
He was bitterly disappointed, but hid it. He hoped the woman would get off first, but luck went against him.
The next day he waited again, replayed the game, and again, when the doors opened, another person got in, this time an old man. However, the old man got off on the third floor. His heart leapt.
In his pocket was the baggie that held a rag soaked in ether. He undid it as the doors closed again, the took out the rag. The girl wasn't paying any attention to him. She was looking up at the numbers. He was just behind and to one side of her.
He removed the rag and suddenly threw his left arm around her while jamming his right hand, which held the rag, over her mouth. She struggled wildly, shaking and thrashing as he hugged her tightly. But she wasn't much more than five feet tall and he was much stronger.
By the time the doors opened on her floor she was limp in his arms. He dragged her out onto the floor, then removed the rag and let the girl down to the floor. He put the rag bag in the baggie and unzipped the long duffel bag.
He lifted the girl into it, bending her knees to get her to fit. Then he closed the bag and hefted it over his shoulder. The girl didn't way more than a hundred pounds or so, and he managed it easily.
Ecstatic at his success he didn't even try to walk down the fire stairs. He pushed the button, and rode down in the elevator. He put the girl in the trunk of his car, then drove to the motel, loaded his luggage, checked out, and drove home.
He drove the car into his garage, closed the door, then opened the trunk and pulled out the duffel. He carried it downstairs to the bomb shelter, closed it behind him, then set her down on the bed and unzipped the duffel.
His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her out and tossed away the bag.
She was still unconscious. He swept his eyes over her nubile young body, admiring the mounds of her breasts and the tightness of her jeans. He slid his hand up her thigh to her crotch and squeezed it through the jeans, then put his hands on her breasts and kneaded them for long seconds.
He unbuttoned her shirt then, drawing it out of her jeans and laying bare her upper body, except for her bra. The bra was a simple white one. Unlike the breakaway lingerie he'd purchased in many sizes, hers undid in the back.
He lifted her to a sitting position and removed bra and shirt, then set her down again. He stared down at her round breasts and the pink nipples in the middle, his cock bulging with excitement. His trembling hands dropped onto them, squeezing, kneading, twisting, pinching the nipples.
Then he bent and began to suck on her right nipple. He licked and sucked each nipple for long minutes, then, panting for breath, he sat up again and undid her pants. He removed her shoes and tugged her pants down. Her panties came with them and she was naked.
He sat there for a moment admiring her form and figure, the narrow waist and smoothly rounded hips, the narrow V of her pussy and the sweetly tapered legs and high round breasts.
He spread her legs and gazed down at her cunt from inches away. The little fleecy patch of blonde hair did not hide the tight cleft between her legs. His squeezed her pussy mound, his cock almost ready to explode in his pants.
He forced a finger in between her cunt lips and drove it all the way into her to the knuckle. He wanted to fuck her fast. He knew his cock wasn't in any condition to withstand any kind of contact with a female pussy for long.
He pumped his finger in and out of the girl's slit, then added a second finger, adoring the softness and tightness and warmth of the inside of her body. Then he jerked his own pants down and off, and knelt between her legs.
He took the lubricating oil he'd bought and smeared it over his fingers, then slid them between her pussy lips again and coated her insides as far as he could reach. He smeared more on his raging hard-on, touching it lightly for fear it would erupt.
He was flushed with desire, his cock purple and red and bulging with excitement. His hands stroked up and down her body, then he eased his cock forward, pressing it against her cunt. He pried her pussy lips apart with his fingers and pushed his cockhead inside.
He clenched his teeth as he fought down an explosion, then pressed forward. She was tight. He could feel her pussy squeezing down on his cock-head, then on his shaft as he pushed it deeper inside. She made a soft little sigh, and shifted a bit, starting to come around.
He thrust forward, his cock flaming with need. It rode the cushion of oil down into her belly, and he was buried in her tight depths. His balls were pressed against her and he let his body drop flat atop her soft flesh and humped wildly.
He came within seconds, spilling his seed inside the pretty teen's belly. He groaned and sucked on her throat, still humping slowly against her. He was so aroused that his cock stayed hard, much to his delight. He continued to fuck her, using long steady strokes, his ass rising and falling as he drove his tool into her.
His hands squeezed her tits, rolling the nipples. He ran his tongue over her throat then bit down, excited beyond measure. He jerked himself back to a kneeling position, then lifted her legs and shoved them back against her body.
His cock came free briefly, but he didn't care. He jammed her legs back against her body and reveled in the sight of her cunt and ass. He let brought her legs up over his shoulder, then pushed his cock into her again and thrust deep.
A small grunt escaped the girl. He humped slowly, watching almost the full length of his tool as it emerged from then disappeared into the girl's fuck opening. His cock was steaming with heat as her insides caressed it. He fucked faster and faster, slamming his hips against the girl's ass cheeks.
Her body jerked and her legs bounced against his chest as he drove his pole into her. He leaned forward, pressing her legs back against her again, squashing them down against her body as her ass tilted up. He hammered his cock down into her, stabbing her with furious lust, a grimace of pleasure on his face as he watched her eyes open slowly.
She blinked them several times, then closed them again. His cock exploded. He blasted a tremendous amount of jism down into her silky depths, humping wildly until the cum passed. Then he settled down on her, sighing tiredly. He let her legs fall aside and lay upon her prone body for a while.
She fluttered her eyelids again, moaning and stirring as she began to throw off the influence of the ether. He straightened her body in the middle of the bed, then picked up some of the bondage gear he'd prepared.
He attached four handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, one for each, tightening them and attaching them to chains set into the four corners of the bed, going from corner to corner, pulling on a wrist or foot, until they were tight, then he went and got his camera.
He took a number of pictures of her like that, including close-ups of her tits and crotch and face, then took some videos, regretting he hadn't had the video cameras set on remote earlier.
He went upstairs then, leaving her to wake up. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her, or how long he would keep her. Eventually, before too long, he would take her home and let her go, but for now she would be his plaything.
He watched TV, checking on the girl from time to time. He had installed a hidden TV camera and hooked it in to his main TV. The girl's name was Amy, a sweet name. He found little else about her in her clothes.
She was soon more or less awake, looking around her at her surroundings with wide, dazed eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. She was probably sure she was going to be raped. He wondered if she even knew he'd already fucked her twice.
Girls like that, he sighed, should all be locked up and fucked constantly. She had such nice soft skin, such a pretty face, such a tight little pussy. He wasn't sure if she was a virgin or not. He hadn't felt any cherry when he'd first buried his tool in her. But he was so excited then he might have torn it out and not known.
He couldn't wait for her to wake up completely. Twenty minutes after tying and leaving her he went back downstairs. He took off his clothes, then slid open the secret door that led to the bomb shelter, went downstairs, opened the big steel door, and went inside.
The girl was awake enough to turn her head as he entered. He closed the door behind him as her eyes widened, then he approached the bed, his cock hard and sticking out hungrily.
The girl didn't say anything. At first he thought it was because she was too frightened, but as he got onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs he realized she was only partially conscious, and had not yet thrown off all the affects of the drug.
He set up several video cameras, all mounted on tripods around the bed. One was a tight focus of her face. Another was a full body shot from one side. The other was a close-up of her pussy.
Still groggy, she made no complaint as he rubbed his cockhead up and down against her pussy. He draped his body over hers, loving the softness as her skin pressed against his. He buried his tool inside her and just lay there for a long minute.
He looked into her blinking eyes and smiled, then began to fuck her with a slow, grinding movement. He kissed her on the mouth, stuffing his tongue into her oral cavity. His cock moved and twisted and turned and pumped inside her a the girl groaned in confusion.
"Hot little bitch," he gasped. "You like that, Amy? You like a hot cock up your snatch?"
He humped harder, jerking her body hard, putting pressure on the restraints holding her ankles down. The girl grunted with some of his harder strokes, but was still bleary. He spilled another massive blast of cum inside her
His cock stayed hard and he moved up her body, straddling her belly. He slid his cock up and down between her breasts, squeezing them hard against it. He rubbed his hairy ass and cock up and down against her exquisitely soft skin, watching her face as he fucked her tits.
He rose onto his knees, letting go of her tits as he shuffled forward over her face. He sat on her face, rubbing his ass against her, then he rose and backed a bit and took his wet cock in hand, rubbing it back and forth against her face.
He pushed it against her lips, which were half open, and managed to get the cockhead inside before she coughed and choked. He pulled back, not wanting to chance making her throw up in the state she was in.
He stroked his cock against her cheeks again, rubbing it back and forth over her lips too. He grunted with delight as her soft skin stroked his bulging pecker.
Then he spilled his seed again, this time shooting wad after wad into her face. She blinked her eyes more but aside from the grunts and groans as his weight came down on her chest again, she made no protest.
"What a hot little slut you are," he sighed. He sucked on her tits some more, his hands stroking and pawing her lush young flesh. He slid his hands under her and squeezed her ass and prodded her anus with one finger.
Then he rose and went to the cabinet. He drew out a long stiff dildo and returned. The girl still seemed only partially awake. He knelt between her thighs and pressed the dildo into her snatch, easing it forward slowly.
She moaned a little and murmured unintelligibly as he fed her more and more plastic. He watched her face, her tits rising and falling, and the tightness of her pussy lips as they clutched the thick plastic cock. He pushed it in all the way and started fucking her with it.
He grinned as she moaned, fucking harder still, making her grunt in response. He forced it in all the way then got up again and went back to the cabinet. He took out a vibrator and returned to the bed, turning it on and pressing it against her clit.
He began fucking her slowly, using even strokes to slide the dildo back and forth in her tight cunt tunnel. He pressed the vibrator against her clit, rubbing it gently around and around the hot little fuck button.
She wiggled a little, talking softly, though he couldn't understand the words. He saw her nipples harden and bent to lick and suck on them, still pumping the dildo and grinding the vibrator. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she began to hump up against the pumping dildo.
Her eyes fluttered and blinked, and she murmured in confusion, but the sounds became more excited, more charged with tension. He rubbed the vibrator harder, grinding the clitty back and forth beneath it. The girl's ass jerked and bounced on the bed, and her arms and legs pulled at her bonds.
Her head rolled slowly from side to side and her breathing came faster and faster. Her mouth opened as she drew her head far back, then she stiffened suddenly, her body began trembling and shaking and her cunt humped up at the dildo.
Then she lay still, her eyes closed. Smugly, he put the tools back in the cabinet and left her, going back upstairs, but again, twenty minutes later he came back down. He sat beside her on the bed, stroking her body.
"Wh ... who are you?" she whispered.
"Mel Gibson," he said.
"Where ... where ... where am I?"
"You're my prisoner. You're my sex slave."
She didn't react to that, so after stroking and squeezing her body for another few minutes he went back upstairs.
He wanted to go to sleep. It was late in the day now, but he wanted to make sure she was all right, that the ether had left no ill effects. After four huge cums he was more or less sated and was able to watch TV now for a couple of hours.