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The Collapse Ch. 01

By: Christie052780



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Author's Note: All characters involved in sexual activity are +18 years of age. Nitpickers please accept that the narrative is first person from the point of view of the main character and that the grammar is exactly as I intended it to be. This is a work of fiction set into the future and has nothing to do with anyone, anything, or anyplace in the real world. 

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December 21, 2073

When I was a little girl my mother used to show me her collection of old currency sometimes and it always amazed me when she'd try to convince me of how much they were supposed to be worth. No matter how much she tried she could not convince me that some fancy piece of paper was worth as much as real money. As I got older I would learn how the whole world had once traded worthless paper and figures on computers as if they had actual value and that when that system eventually broke it led to the Collapse. 

Seems the world's big countries and their banks had been making all sorts of this phony money and one day the international banking system stopped working. The stories I hear vary depending on who tells them, but most people agree that it was Germany that started the Collapse when the Germans one day refused to take the phony money for payment on things. They wanted gold or silver or palladium if anyone wanted to buy from them. In the United States several states followed suit and implemented the same policy over the protests of the Federal government. Things just snowballed from there and at the end of that week there were very few people left in the world who would accept paper money or computer money for payment on anything.

The whole big world changed that week. A bunch of wars broke out and some countries used nuclear weapons on other countries and some countries even used them on their own people. At the end of it all there were a bunch of countries that were not countries anymore because their governments could not stand after the Collapse. Some of the names that passed into the history books were China, Indonesia, India, Brazil, Argentina, Russia, and the United States, to name a few. Famines followed the Collapse and the wars and then plagues spread, too. Five years after the Collapse the world had only three billion people left. Ten years later there were only two billion. 

Trade and distribution systems that had lasted from the days of the Hanseatic League failed with the Collapse and contributed to the intensity of the wars, famines, and plagues as food and medicines became rare in most of the world. My mother's family did okay because my grandparents had planned for the Collapse. Momma used to say that Grandpa had been a very careful man and that he gave a lot of thought to planning for his family. He had bought a place in the Nevada desert and quietly built our home there. Momma says she grew up in Palo Alto and sometimes she'd show me pictures of what it had looked like and she'd show me pictures of holidays where the family had all sorts of food on the table. I can't imagine the pictures are real. Who'd ever have that much food? 

Anyway, Grandpa built our home into a mountain in the Nevada desert and he'd hidden it from the outside so only people who knew where it was could find it. We still keep it secret from outsiders because you can't ever trust outsiders. I remember we once had a family show up asking for water and when one of the men went to get it for them the little boy from the family shot him. We kept their baby and one of the men took their girl who was older than me but the rest of that family got killed. I got a book with pictures of old Europe from their truck and I still have it. Italy was really pretty. Hate to think what it looks like now. 

Other than that one family that accidentally found us we don't get visitors and we also don't get bandits like the fortified towns deal with all the time. I've been out scavenging and seen bandits but that was a long way from the family home. I have also seen militia a few times but never up close. People around here talk a lot about the big battle between the militia and the bandits up in Elko a few years back and they're all happy about it because you don't see as many bandits anymore. 

Daily life for us included getting water from the well, dusting the solar panels that were hid way up on the mountain, taking care of the gardens inside the caves, cooking, cleaning, and such. Mostly we younger people were all happy and it was the older people who were sometimes sad and missing the way things used to be. They missed cities and shopping malls and driving cars. Myself, I can't imagine being around so many people like they used to have. That would scare the hell out of me! What did people do back then when someone got sick? Did the whole city get sick too? It makes you wonder. But our life is really good. 

For me I suppose I should say that it was good. As I was getting older Grandpa once said to me that I was pretty. Then he said, "Being pretty in hard times is a blessing and a curse. I always hope it's a blessing for you, baby."

At the time I didn't understand him. But I learned what he meant.

This one year we lost our whole potato crop in just a few days. The plants would wither and just a few hours later they turned black. Grandpa called it 'The Blight' and said some stuff about Ireland and he also told us not to eat any of the bad potatoes. It took us a couple weeks of hard work to clean out the gardens to get all the infected soil out and then start bringing in fresh dirt to make new soil. It would still be a year or two before we would have another potato crop. It meant we would starve. 

It was six months after the Blight hit us that Grandma died and then just a week after that one of my cousins lost her baby. All from starvation. I was feeling it, too. My dress fit on me looser than before and my hair was starting to get kind of thin in places. Some of the men talked about it and made the decision to go to Elko to see what they could buy. Where I was actually stronger than some of the men at that point I volunteered to go along to help however I could.

One of the things that Grandpa had put away in a cave was a big old truck he called a 'deuce and a half' and it got used when we had really big things to carry. This got prepared for the trip to Elko and the battery got fixed up in a day or so charging on the solar and then we left. It was only my second trip ever to Elko and it was and is the biggest city I have ever been to. It took us six hours to get there and I enjoyed every minute of it! The cool winter air felt nice blowing by and it was so nice to see the new mountains and all. Walking that far would have taken ten or maybe even fifteen days and it was just amazing to go that far so fast! I wished we could use the truck more often. 

When we got to Elko we had to stop at the city gates to be searched to make sure we were not bandits. The guards asked us about our guns and the men traded ammunition back and forth which is a way of saying you're friendly these days. We drove to the market and at the market it was incredible to see so many people! There must have been three hundred people there! The smells of fresh bread and cooking meat were so torturous after spending so many months hungering for just a potato. The women had nice clothes and the men were all mostly clean. You could tell that they were eating well because no one was thin like we were. 

Grandpa and some of the men went off to do some trading and I was allowed to walk around with a couple of the women. I wanted to go see the bakery just to look. They had all these hot loaves of bread sitting out and my stomach was growling with the smell of it all. I imagined that food like this must cost a fortune. All I had were the three silver dimes I found one time scavenging a wrecked car near Fallon. 

"Hiya, honey!" said the baker, "What can I do you for?"

"Oh, I was just looking at your bread. It looks so amazing but it must cost twenty dollars each!" The baker laughed at me, "Sweetheart, I've never seen a twenty dollar gold piece around here! You flatter me with your compliments! And for your compliments you can have three loaves for a real dime."

All of that wonderful bread for a dime? 

I handed over one of my dimes and the women with me shrieked with joy as I handed each of them a loaf. They ran back to the truck to share their bounty with their men, leaving me alone at the bakery. I tore off a bit of the bread and savored it in my mouth before swallowing. It wasn't long after that when half of the loaf had disappeared. I hadn't been this full in months. As I was basking in the glow of my sated stomach a pang of guilt hit me as I realized that I'd just eaten enough food to feed three other people. I went back into the baker and handed over my two remaining dimes and in return he gave me seven loaves of the hot bread. When I got back to the truck it seemed that a few people had bought different things and we ended up having a little feast with some left over, too. 

When Grandpa got back to the truck he didn't seem so happy. He ate and that helped him a bit but then he explained that the man he wanted to buy corn from had asked for more gold than we had and that we were going to have to figure something out. After eating Grandpa took a nap, something he was doing a lot of as he got older, and the men sat around and talked. 

About an hour later a stranger walked up to us. He was dressed in really nice, clean clothes and his boots were shiny. He spoke to some of the men and then came closer to talk to Grandpa. 

Standing up Grandpa spoke to him, "Hi, Mr. Evans. What can I do for you?" Grandpa didn't sound so happy as he said this. 

"Well," said the man, "I was thinking that if you didn't have a hundred in gold that maybe you might have something else we could trade on. I'd feel bad if you people were to starve but I can't just give you the corn because that'd be bad for business, you understand, right?"

Grandpa nodded.

Casting a glance at our truck he said, "Yeah, the truck won't do for me. What else you got?" He started looking around again and then his eyes settled on me.

"Oh, now this looks promising." He walked towards me. 

"Edwin," he said to Grandpa, "is this here young lady one of yours?"

"That she is. Why?"

The man looked at me like I was one of the loaves of bread at the bakery. 

"Because, Edwin, I'm willing to take this here girl of yours and then let you load your truck with whatever you can carry on it, that's why."

I saw the pain in Grandpa's eyes as he stood on his pride. "No, sir, I'm sorry but Amy isn't for sale."

The man looked at me some more before saying, "That's a shame Edwin. After you people starve she won't be worth much to anyone, now will she?" A lot of thoughts ran through my mind over what was going on here. This man was talking about buying me from my family. Momma had told me that before the Collapse that slavery had been banned but then after the Collapse that it had come back in places where no one really cared. I guess Elko was one of those places. Still, what the man was offering to my family was easily two years' worth of corn. That enough to see them through until the potatoes could be counted on again. 

I spoke up and all that came out was a croak. 

The man looked at me. "What'd you say girl? Spit it out!"

I swallowed and then said, "It's a deal. I'll go with you."

Mr. Evans smiled. 

That was followed by an argument between me and my Grandpa which ended after an hour with me telling Grandpa that if I didn't do this that I was going to die anyway. He knew that I was right and we hugged for a while and he told me that he loved me and that my mother was going to be heartbroken. 

We parted and Mr. Evans told us to meet him at his warehouse where the deal would be concluded. I sat with Grandpa in the truck as we drove to the warehouse and I mostly just cried the whole way. Grandpa did, too. Arriving at the warehouse the truck was backed up to the loading dock. I got out of the truck and as I stepped up on the dock near Mr. Evans he nodded to his men and they started to load up the truck. In thirty minutes the truck was filled to overloaded and Mr. Evans even had his men fill the truck's fuel tanks for the trip home. The way he was so generous I could see he felt he got the best part of the bargain. 

When it was time for Grandpa to go he hugged me and told me that he loved me and then just turned and got into the truck. I was just crying the whole time and I don't think I really said much of anything to him. The truck started up and bucked as it tried to move the huge load and then it got going, turned a corner, and was gone. A few seconds later I couldn't even hear it anymore. 

Taking me by the arm Mr. Evans said to me, "C'mon girl, we got some business to take care of now." We walked from the warehouse down the street a ways and came to the courthouse. We walked into the clerk's office and Mr. Evans rang the bell on the desk. 

A nice enough looking woman came out from an office and said, "Robert! Good afternoon, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company today?" "Seems I need to record a purchase I just made. Think you can help me with that?"

She smiled. You could tell they knew each other. "So tell me what you have?"

He nodded at me. "That's what I bought."

"Okay, the usual ten year indenture?"

"Nope," he took another look at me, "this one's a keeper."

She turned around and picked up a big red ledger. Opening it she said, "Good then, we always like that kind of business around here. Twenty dollars in gold up front and I'll get the paperwork done. Did you bring your brand?"

He nodded. 

"Good. Now let's see the color of your money." He pulled out a gold coin and put it on the counter. The woman picked it up and scratched it on a piece of slate and then looked at the mark it left. 

"Looks good to me."

She wrote up some paperwork and then turned on a holo camera and aimed it at me and then spoke to me. 

"Sweetie, you understand you're on holo right?"

I nodded and said yes.

"Good. And you also acknowledge that you are entering into this business arrangement of your own free will and you understand the complete contract that you are entered into, is that correct? If so, say yes."

"Yes."

She smiled and looked at Mr. Evans, "Bob, you got yourself a slave. You be nice to her now, okay?"

"Of course, I will."

She came around the counter and walked up to me and took some sort of thing from Mr. Evans that looked like a flashlight but with a small tip. "Hold still honey." She said this as she held me by the neck and pressed the flashlight thing into the other side of my neck. 

The pain was indescribable as it burned into my skin! She pulled back and put a wet cloth on the burn. "Bob, you be sure to put something on this so she don't get infected, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am." 

Taking me by the arm he tipped his hat at the clerk and walked me out the door.

"Amy, you're my legal property now and that brand says you're mine, you understand that right?"

"Yes I do"

"And if you run away from me then I'll consider your grandpa in breach of contract and him and I'll take it out of his ass, you got that?"

"Yes." I said. 

He slapped me. Hard. 

"Yes, SIR, Amy!"

My bells had been rung and I just mumbled, "Yes, sir."

He took my hand and walked me over to a car that he had waiting. He opened the back door and put me in and he said something to me but I didn't really hear it. He got in the front seat started the motor and we drove for about an hour before we pulled up to what looked like an old-fashioned fortress. There were a couple of towers and you could see some big guns on them there were some other things around the property that looked like weapons too. As we drove up to the gate it opened on its own, letting us enter the main yard of the fortress. As soon as we were inside I could hear the gate close. He pulled the car into a garage, turned off the motor, and got out. Opening the back door he told me to get out too.

"Welcome home," he said, "this is where I live and this is where you're going to live from now on. I hope you like it because you really have no choice about that."

As we walked out of the garage I noticed a couple of armed men walking around and I also saw some women and children. 

As if he knew what I was thinking Mr. Evans said, "There're a few families living here. They're the families of my men and some of them are slaves like you. They sold themselves to me and in return I take good care of them and they do some work for me. I have other ideas for you so don't think that you have to live in one of the shacks like the rest of the slaves do."

We walked up to a large metal door that had like a peephole next to it. Mr. Evans looked into the peephole and then the door opened revealing a long hallway. It was about fifty feet long and it came to another door at the end. He put his eye up to the peephole there and that door opened, as well. 

Going inside I was kind of shocked. Where the outside was all concrete and metal and rock, the inside looked like a very nice house with wood on the walls, nice carpets, furniture like I had never seen before, and most of all it was the cleanest place I had ever seen in my life. While I was looking around an older woman, maybe eighty -years old, entered the room. 

"Welcome home sir," she said to Mr. Evans, "how may I help you?"

"Maggie, this here is Amy and as you can see from my mark on her neck she will be staying with us for a while. I'd like you to get her cleaned up, get her some fresh clothes, and then take these filthy rags of hers outside and burn them. Burn the shoes too. She won't be needing shoes anymore."

"Yes sir." 

And with that Maggie took me by the arm and we left the room. The first thing she did was to have me strip off all my clothes and shoes. Looking over me she said that I didn't look too bad for desert trash. I would've been insulted if I didn't agree with her about that trash part. She had me get into a small room that was covered in the most beautiful tiles and she showed me some handles on the wall and told me to turn on the shower. I had no idea what she was talking about. She had to show me how to use the shower and I thought it was just amazing to see hot water come out of the wall like that. The burn from my brand stung a lot at first, but then the water slowly made it feel a little better. There was a bar of real soap in the shower and I figured that I was supposed to use it. I washed everything and I washed everywhere. 

When I was washing my hair I was pleased to see the usual collection of bugs being washed away. I ended up staying in the shower so long that Maggie had to come get me and tell me to get out. She handed me a cloth and told me it was called a towel and I dried myself off with it. It was so amazingly soft and it felt so good on my skin. 

After getting out of the shower Maggie had me turn around for her so she could see me. She went, "Tsk, tsk." 

"Girl, have you never shaved your legs and your armpits?"

I was shocked at the suggestion. "Of course not. Who would?"

She snickered. "You would, that's who. And you're going to right now and don't even think of arguing with me about it."

It took a while to figure out how to use the lazor that Maggie made me learn how to use it and she made sure that my armpits and my legs were shaved smooth when I got done. It was after I got done with the shaving that she put some ointment on my brand and then put a bandage on it.

"Give it a few days and it'll heal up just fine. " She followed that up by combing out my hair and she told me all about my new home while she was doing that.


The Collapse Ch. 01



"I think you're going to do just fine here Amy. Mr. Evans is a pretty good man and he takes good care of everybody. Even us slaves. He used to have a wife but she died some years ago in having a baby. The baby didn't last long after it was born and if you had seen that baby you would know that it was a merciful death. Anyhow, Mr. Evans runs cattle and he trades in foodstuffs and guns and a bit of whatever he can find that's worth a damn. God bless him, he only takes slaves for himself so none of us ever have to worry about being sold. But if you run away and he catches you he'll bury you for sure as a lesson to the rest of us."

She went on to tell me about how she had been a clerk at a place called a casino in Reno before the Collapse. She told me the place had lights and bells and it was fancy and how there were rich people just like Mr. Evans gambling their money at this place. Thousands of rich people! It was hard for me to believe that so many people would gamble away their money that someone could make a business on it. It just didn't seem believable to me. I mean I had had me three silver dimes and I hung on to them for almost five years before I bought that bread in Elko. How could rich people just give away their money? At the same time, I knew she wasn't lying about it. 

Going on, she told me that when the Collapse first started that most people in Reno just could not believe that the old ways were over. She said there were people shooting and killing trying to steal the old paper money as if it was worth anything anymore. She said the old habits just died real hard. Even now years and years after the Collapse she said that when she would see some old money she could not help but pick it up. She told me she must have a million dollars in paper money in her room. All of it worthless. She went on to say that about a month into the Collapse she decided that it was time to get out of Reno. She packed up her car and her cat and went east on Highway 80 until she got to Elko. That was where she ran out of fuel and it's also where she got hungry. She met a rancher who took her in and after a while he was like her husband. She said they lived a good life together but when he died she had no rights to anything of his and that left her old and out on the street. Mr. Evans took her in but under the condition that she agreed to be a slave. She did and she said that Mr. Evans had been a good owner all of that time. 

I think she was trying to convince me that Mr. Evans would be a good owner for me too. After she got done with my hair she trimmed my fingernails and then did my toenails. After that she had me put on some hand cream which felt wonderful, and then she had me put on my very first perfume. It smelled like flowers and I thought it was so wonderful that it made me smell like flowers. She left the bathroom for a moment and then came back with a very soft robe that she had me put on. The robe was made out of the same stuff the towel was made out of that was the softest thing I had ever worn. I was so used to wool dresses that always itched my skin. I remember thinking that it would've been nice if I had been born a slave instead of being born poor like I was. 

Maggie then led me to a place she called the dining room. It had a big table with a lot of chairs around it and one chair had a plate with some forks and knives and things around it. She asked me if I knew how to use them and I said yes then she asked me which one was the salad fork and laughed when I didn't know. It took me an hour to learn what all of that stuff was for and I was kind of happy when Maggie said that I was a good student. 

"Mr. Evans is going to be along for dinner real soon and you're going to have dinner with him. You're not going to slurp your soup, you're not going to wolf down your food, you're going to keep your elbows off that table, and you're not going to speak to Mr. Evans unless he speaks to you first. You got that Amy?"

"Yes ma'am, I do."

She nodded her head at me and then left the room. I don't really recall how long I sat there before Mr. Evans showed up but it was a while. I had time to think about how my day had started and how my day was now ending. When Mr. Evans showed up he was still busy with work and he was talking to one of his men who came to the dining room with him. When the dinner showed up it was a big piece of beef with fresh carrots and fresh broccoli. My plate had a little bit less on it than Mr. Evans plate did, but it was still more food than I had ever had at one time. I waited for him to start eating and then I ate. The food was so delicious! It had been all cooked just perfectly! There were even sweet rolls with real butter to eat with the dinner. I think I ate six of them! 

After dinner there was a piece of cake that came out and it was the finest cake I had ever eaten. I was so used to cake being made out of corn meal that I didn't know what kind of cake this was that it would taste so good. I saw Mr. Evans smile a couple times when he looked and saw me eating. I guess I was doing the right thing. When his man finally finished talking about business the man started eating them and Mr. Evans finally spoke to me. 

"You think you're going to like being here, Amy?"

I nodded gleefully, "Yes sir, I like it a lot already!"

He smiled again. "That's good Amy."

He went back to talking about business with his man and after the two of them finished eating both of them got up and went outside. I had no idea what I was supposed to do so I just sat there. A boy came out to clear the dishes and he asked me if I was the new slave and I said yes. He took all the dishes back to the kitchen and a moment later Maggie came back.

"You happy, sweetheart?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good. Now come with me and I'm going to show you your room. It's next door to Mr. Evans room so you need to be quiet when you're in there. God forbid you snore!" 

She led me down a long hallway that was lit with more electric lights than I had ever seen in my whole life. There were all sorts of painted pictures on the walls and there some photographs, too, of places with big buildings and crowds of people. More people than lived in all of Elko! We came to a door and she opened it and led me in and it was the nicest room! It must have been at least fifteen feet by maybe ten feet and it was all mine!

"Now you know how to use a bed and you be sure to brush your teeth before you go to bed just in case Mr. Evans wants to see you later, you hear?" I nodded yes and then Maggie spun on her heels and closed the door behind her. And locked it. I didn't care since I wasn't going to go anywhere anyway. I lay down on the bed and it was the softest thing! It felt like a cloud and wasn't at all like the hay stuffed mattresses we used at home. The carpet was soft too. After looking around the room for a while I remembered what Maggie had told me so I went to the bathroom and there was a real toilet with a sink! I used the water and brushed my teeth and went to bed amazed at the room and all and how it would be so wonderful to tell Grandpa and Momma all about it. Except that I never would get to tell them anything, would I? 

I ended up crying myself to sleep missing my family. 

I woke up to Maggie shaking me and telling me to wake up. 

"C'mon, you. You got things to do. Now get up and we'll get you fed and then I got a full day for you"

I did as I was told and followed Maggie to the dining room where she had me eat a very big breakfast. I had real eggs, fine bread, something she called an orange, and then I got to have real coffee with cream in it! It tasted really good and not at all like the grain coffee we always had at home. 

After breakfast Maggie had me come to her 'salon' and she went to work on my feet sanding off the rough skin on my soles until my feet felt raw. She put ointment on them and they felt better but then they felt weird because I could feel everything I stepped on now. After that she had me shave my legs and armpits again and told me that I had to start doing this every day by myself. Then she plucked at my eyebrows and then after that she worked on my hair for a long time cutting off what wasn't in that good a shape and then putting creams on what was left. That was followed by make-up and I wasn't so sure of that since I wasn't supposed to wear it at home. 

After she was done she had me look in a mirror and I didn't recognize the person looking back at me! I was pretty! Grandpa was right about that but I don't think Grandpa would have recognized me anymore! My hair wasn't stringy and matted in places and everything just looked so amazing! Maggie had me come with her again and we had lunch and the lunch was kind of light, just soup and bread, but it was all really good.

After lunch she had me go take a nap telling me to rest up before Mr. Evans got home. I was really tired from all of the stuff she had done to me and a nap sounded so good. I went back to my room and must have fallen asleep as soon as I hit the bed because the next thing I knew Maggie was waking me up and telling me I needed to get ready. 

She had me change from the robe to a really nice satin dress. She said it was called a gown and it was pretty revealing. I wasn't used to showing my breasts and I felt kind of uncomfortable. At least the big comfy robe covered me up. She tried having me wear high heeled shoes and gave up on that when I kept falling so she had me wear some red slippers that closely matched the dress. She rushed me out to the dining room and told me to be sure to stand when Mr. Evans came in. I was just there a couple minutes when he did come in. I stood up like I was told to. 

"Jesus." He said as he looked at me. "Jesus H. Kee-rist! Amy, you are incredible! I'd say your Grandpa was pretty generous letting me have you for just a hundred bucks! Looking at you now I'd have paid a thousand!"

I don't recall now what I said to him but I do remember him laughing at it. We had dinner together and had a nice conversation. He asked me how I liked my new home and what things I liked the most. He also asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend and I told him no because my folks would never have allowed it. He seemed to like that. For dessert he had Maggie bring out a bottle of wine. I had never seen wine before and Grandpa always said that it was something that good people didn't touch, but Mr. Evans told me to drink a glass of it and I drank the whole thing because I was so thirsty. He poured another glass and laughed when I drank that, too. It was kind of sweet and I liked it. It also made me feel sort of light in the head and I liked that, too. 

He called Maggie for another bottle of the wine and she looked sort of disapproving at him and he just looked back at her kind of hard and she did what he asked. When she brought the bottle he dismissed her for the night and poured me three more glasses of the wine as we sat there and talked. I was feeling pretty giddy after five glasses of wine and when he told me it was time for bed I agreed with no thought as to what that meant. 

"C'mon, Amy." He said to me, taking my hand. I stumbled as I got up and he steadied me and led me to his room. As bad off as I was at that moment I still found a second to be impressed by his room. 

He sat me on the bed and excused himself for a second and I could hear him in his bathroom brushing his teeth and doing some other things. When he came out he was wearing just a satin robe, red, but a darker red than my gown. He had another robe like it in his hand. 

"Amy, let's have you put this on for me, okay? Go on in the bathroom and take off that pretty dress of yours and put on this robe and then we'll relax, what do you say?"

"Yeah, um, sure. Okay!"

I didn't mind the robe really because it was more modest than the gown. It took me a little work to get out of the tight fitting gown and then I had no problem with the robe. The satin felt cool on my skin and I felt more secure in the robe, even though it was the only thing I had on. When I went back to Mr. Evans he gave a low whistle. "This is going to be a very nice night, Amy." He turned around for a moment and touched a switch on the wall and the lights went down to where I could just barely see him. He walked up to me and put his arms around me and I expected he was going to hug me when he leaned in and kissed me. I pushed him back. "I don't think I'm supposed to be kissing you, Mr. Evans." 

He smiled a little. "I think you should. And since I'm the one who gets to say what you do and don't do around here I'm saying that you should kiss me. Now come over here and kiss me, Amy." I backed off. 

"Amy, you better learn that when I tell you to do something that you do it. So are you going to come over here and kiss me?"

I backed off a bit more and between the wine and the unfamiliar room I tripped and fell back onto the bed. When I fell back my robe came open and Mr. Evans was staring at me as I closed it back up. 

"You look pretty damn good. How about you drop that robe and let me see all of you?"

He was looking down at me as he said this. "I'm not so sure about that, Mr. Evans. Can't I go to my room and maybe we can talk about this sometime?"

He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. He stood me up and took the robe off of me and then took his off, too. Holding me close he kissed me and I felt his body close up against mine. It wasn't a soft kiss like I had always dreamed of, it was a hard kiss. He kissed me so hard that the inside of my lips pressed into my teeth enough that I tasted a little blood in my mouth. He broke off for a moment and I started to cry. 

"Goddammit. I hate crying. Stop it. Now."

I couldn't. 

He pulled back and I saw it coming this time as he slapped me. I fell back on the bed and felt the bed shift as he got on it with me. He pulled my legs apart and lay down between them. I felt his chest press on mine and his breath was hot in my face. 

"I was hoping we could have got off to a better start but I think we just need to get this over with so you can learn your place around here." He put his hand down between my legs and I felt his finger enter me. I wailed as he did this and he jabbed his finger into me, piercing my virginity. Then he ran it in and out of me, kissing my neck the whole time. His hand came away from between my legs and then he squeezed my breast with it. I could smell the blood and the scent from my body being smeared on my skin. He got up on his elbows and looked me in the eye as I felt him move on me. His cock dragged down my belly and then slipped between my legs. His finger had left me open enough that my body welcomed him as he nudged into the cleft of my body. 

"You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life, Amy. Look at me so I can see you."

I looked at him and his eyes locked on mine. He set his jaw and I felt him pull back a little. Then he pushed into me. I tried to struggle and he just dropped all of his weight on me, crushing me into the bed. I wailed again with the pain as he moved deeper into me and he didn't seem to care. With each motion he worked himself into me more and more. I squirmed and protested under him, the pain from the stretching enough to make me wince, but not enough to make me scream. He pressed further into me despite my protests. With a final shove he was all the way into me and I could feel his body snug against mine. He stopped and just held himself in me. He was inside me, really and truly inside me. 

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Yes it was. But it was at least a relief to have the pain begin to cease. 

He kissed me, gently this time. His lips touched mine and then his tongue parted my lips and I knew to open my mouth for him. As his tongue entered my mouth his body started to move on me and I felt him slowly start moving in and out of me. I was sore but it wasn't nearly as painful as it was at first. I laid there as he moved on top of me, not really responding to him but just letting him do what he wanted to. There wasn't any fight left in me at that point. 

He moaned a lot as he was having sex with me. That's one of the things I remember most about that moment. In a way it was gratifying to me as if I'd been missing this all my life and now here it was finally happening. 

After getting over the initial shock of him taking me I did start to relax a little and did fascinate me a little that there was someone elses body inside mine. The fullness I felt as he would go into me got my attention and it wasn't long before my entire world consisted of paying attention to this part of him going in and out of me like a piston. He kissed me on the lips again and this time I kissed him back. It just seemed like the right thing to do. He held me a little tighter and I felt him drive into me a little deeper. I felt my insides stretch and move around to make room for him inside me. His lips moved from my lips to my breast the suckled on my nipple that gave me an electric feeling in my groin. I liked it. My hand came up to the back of his head and held him to my breast and I was rewarded with another deep thrust into my body.

"Oh, God" he said and then started to move in me really fast. The pain that it started to subside started to come back. Before I could say anything to him he pushed into me really hard and really deep and then held himself there at the very back of my pussy. At the same time I also felt the coolness of his balls resting on the warmth of my ass cheeks. Suddenly the realization that I was now a woman made me feel older than I had felt before. I didn't have long to think about that when he pulled himself back from me, my skin pulling at him as pulled from me. I felt the textures of his body as he pulled from me and amazed at how much of it had been inside of me. That growing sense of gratification was also now replaced by an emptiness inside of me. Just when I was thinking he was going to pull away from me he pushed back into me, slowly but forcefully, not taking no for an answer, until he was fully inside me again. Back and forth he pulled and pushed into me, slowly, but with a rhythm that soon had me anticipating his moves. 

My bare feet rose up either side of him and brushed along his thighs. 

I looked at him and his eyes were closed as he focused on what he was doing and I somehow started to care about what he was feeling. In that moment I gave myself over to what was happening and allowed myself to begin to enjoy it. I let my hips rise to meet his and was rewarded as his thrusts became slower and more deliberate. I could hear the both of us breathing so hard as he pounded away at me. His cock was now burying itself all the way into me every time he drove himself into my depths. His balls slapped my ass obscenely and the sound of it almost echoed in the room. 

*Something* was almost ready to happen inside me, I could feel it building! 

He pressed into me hard and deep and then he froze in place. I felt him swell up inside of me and then I felt a weird 'flick' inside that was followed by a series of flicking sensations inside of me. I had no idea what that meant at the time. Covered in sweat, Mr. Evans collapsed on top of me with his weight crushing me into the mattress. His cock kept pulsing inside of me and was feeling a different sensation of fullness in my body. I was starting to have a little problem breathing when I felt him pull out of me and then he rolled off of me. A gush of fluid poured out of my body and I just knew that it wasn't anything of mine. 

"Jesus, girl, that felt good! I've been needing that for a long time." He looked at me and then put a hand on my belly, "You okay?" I nodded yes. "I'm glad. Sorry I got a little rough with you but I needed to get that done because you're all I've been thinking about the last few nights. Wish it could've been a little more gentle but I've learned when a filly fights you then the best thing to do is to break her. Now that we got that out of the way maybe you and I can be a little more cozy like."




The Collapse Ch. 01



I didn't say anything. Really, what could I say anyway that would make any difference to him. Things were the way they were and this was how things were going to be. His hand drifted up to my breast and lingered on my nipple as he went to sleep. I don't know how long I lay there until I went to sleep myself but I do recall thinking about my family and hoping that they were safe and fed back at home. And I realized that what I was doing was saving my family and I need to think about them and not just me. 

Come the morning when I woke up he was still sleeping. I eased myself out of the bed trying not to wake him up. Picking up my robe I put it on and then quietly left his room and made my way to my room. Once inside I close the door, dropped my robe, and got into the shower. All I wanted to do was to make myself clean. I stayed in the shower a good long time until my fingers were starting to prune up and the water was starting to get cold. When I got out of the shower I dried off and put on some of the nice powder that Maggie had left in the room for me. Leaving the bathroom and going back into my bedroom I found a tray of breakfast waiting for me. Despite the events of the evening before I could not argue the fact that I was really hungry. The eggs and the piece of steak and the fresh fruit did not last long. 

Feeling better from the breakfast I got on some clothes and went to leave my room. It was kind of surprised me when I found the door locked from the outside. I tried the doorknob a couple of times and it still wouldn't turn. I realize that slaves are not free to walk around anywhere they want to go and I turned around and sat on the bed. Looking around the room I saw a black window on the wall and I wondered if this was a way out. When I touched it the thing started to hum and after a moment it came on and I realized it was like a TV. The only thing was that the pictures looked real and not flat like they did on a regular TV. It looked like he could reach out and touch the things that were on the TV. There didn't seem to be any control for the TV and I wondered if it was one of those things that was controlled by your voice. I spoke to it and nothing happened. The program that was on was a horrible thing that had men on it killing each other. The men who were wearing shiny armor and who had the nice looking weapons were the good guys and the men were running around in just shorts and shirts were supposed to be the bad guys. I didn't see any of the good guys get killed and at the end of the program all of the bad guys were dead and an announcer tallied up how many bad guys were killed by each good guy. I don't think this is something I would want to watch again. 

I think it was about an hour before I heard the door unlock and Maggie opened the door. "Amy, sweetheart, why don't you come with me and I'll show you a few things that you can do around the house with me, okay?" I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."

Maggie took me to the kitchen and put me to work washing the dishes. It was the dishes for Mr. Evans and then for his hired hands too, so there were a lot of dishes to do. I didn't need to be asked to do the pots and pans because I figured that was just part of the job. I was just finishing up cleaning a frying pan when Mr. Evans came into the kitchen. 

"Good morning Amy, you look like you're doing well this morning." 

"Yes sir, I am." 

He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was hoping you wouldn't have any hard feelings about last night."

Did it matter what my feelings were?

"No sir, I understand how things have to be." Nodding, he said, "Good. Now I've got a lot of work to do and I'll be back in the afternoon to have some lunch and I'll see you then." He gave me a kiss and a pat on my butt before he left.

Maggie came back into the room. "Amy, it looks like you made him happy. That's a good thing, girl. You keep making him happy and he'll keep you around here."

We went back to work at doing chores and there was the occasional small talk between us about where I grew up and where she grew up and how things were before the Collapse. All too soon it was time to get lunch ready and Maggie told me to go get a nice dress on so it looked nice when I was serving Mr. Evans. I went back to my bedroom and found the dress that was modest enough to make me happy but it looked nice enough to make Maggie happy too. 

When Mr. Evans got home we had a nice lunch put out for him and he told us all about his business for the morning. After he finished up his luncheon put down his napkin he told Maggie that he was ready for some dessert and she nodded at him and excused herself. I thought she was going to go get some dessert for him. Mr. Evans pushed away from the table and says to me, "Amy, why don't you come over here where I can get a better look at you?" I did as I was told and walked over to him. His hands went right to my breasts and he pulled me close to kiss him. I made sure to kiss him back because I realized it was important to make him happy. He pulled me into his lap and then undid my dress down to my waist. He pulled it off of my shoulders until I was bare above my waist. His kisses went everywhere on my face, on my neck, my shoulders, and of course my breasts. This went on for a few minutes and then he motioned for me to stand up. 

"Come on, girl, you got some work to do." He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and I heard him lock it. 

"Get that dress off and get on the bed." I did what I was told and laid back on the bed watching him get undressed. His shirt came off first and exposed a mix of dark hair and gray hair on his chest. Then his pants came off and I got to see his cock for the first time. Unconsciously, I reached a hand down to my pussy wondering how his cock could fit in there. He saw what I was feeling at the moment.

"You're wanting me aren't you?" He said. 

"Yes sir." That wasn't really what I was thinking, but Maggie's words hung in my ear and I went along. 

Getting on the bed he pulled my ankles apart and just like the night before he got between my legs and lay down on top of me. "Can't disappoint you can I?" He said this as he started kissing my lips while his hand drifted down between my legs. I felt his fingers go inside me and I was a little dry at first but my body responded to him and soon the dryness was gone. There was no warning when he pulled his finger from me and his cock slipped just inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and he kissed me. He pushed more of himself into me and I spread my legs wider to let him in. He was soon fully involved with me and I wasn't complaining. Unlike the night before he didn't go slowly, he was pushing fast and deep with each thrust and he pulled himself up on me to get deeper. 

Oh, that did it! 

I grasped at him with my arms and legs, pulling him in as close as I could. My body pulling and caressing his from inside of me, squeezing him, trying to satisfy this new need of mine. I felt my pussy begin to convulse and then his pounding at my body exploded my very first orgasm all over me as if it were fire and water all in one. In my pure joy I was lost to the world and was only vaguely aware as his cock throbbed and I felt the now familiar 'flick' inside me that meant that he was done. He fell onto me and kissed me and I kissed him back, his body still moving and throbbing inside me. His movements evoked more pleasure from my pussy and every squeeze it made had him catching his breath. The tremors in both of our bodies quieted and he finally pulled himself from me and, like before, I felt a gush of fluid come out of my pussy. 

I was out of breath and exhausted and didn't really notice as he got up. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and then let himself out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sleep overcame me quite easily and the time slipped by. 

The next thing I knew Maggie was gently shaking me, trying to wake me up. 

"Amy, come on, get up."

"What's up, Maggie?"

She looked at me and shook her head. "Get up and get some clothes on and come down and help me get dinner on, it's almost three and you're not going to sleep away the whole day."

I took a few minutes in the bathroom to clean myself up and then got my dress back on. I got down to the kitchen as fast as I could and got right to helping Maggie. While we were peeling some apples for a pie I felt another gob of fluid come out of me and it went 'splat!' on the floor. Maggie looked down at it and then looked up at me and smiled. 

"He spermed you good, didn't he?" She smiled as she said this. 

I looked at her quizzically. "Spermed? I don't get it. What's that mean?"

She shook her head. "You really don't know, do you? Didn't you learn about sex in your family?" "Sex was a dirty thing and no one ever talked about it. Grandpa said that God would reveal everything to everyone in due time but that no one needed to bring up stuff like that. He said it wasn't decent."

Maggie put her peeler down and shook her head. "Sweetie, then you're going to learn it all the hard way. When he's been fucking you did you feel him pump something into you down there?"

"Yeah, I did."

She nodded. "That's his sperm. He puts it in you and that's how he puts a baby in you. It makes you pregnant and that's going to happen sooner or later with him giving you all that attention." I have no idea what else she said. All I heard was 'pregnant' and my mind went racing thinking about the women I knew who had been pregnant and then had babies. I put it all together and realized that they had all had sex! Even that preachy Mrs. Anders must have had sex! And she acted all pious and everything and then she was having sex! Right after that I realized that if I was having sex then Maggie was right that I would be having a baby sooner or later. 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about Mr. Evans and sex and babies. Again and again I found my hand wander onto my belly thinking about the baby that would sooner or later be in there. I also found myself thinking about the feelings I was having and how part of me was looking forward to the next time Mr. Evans came for me. I had a number of thoughts about sex but all of them kept coming back to the emptiness that I felt after Mr. Evans would pull away from my body. There was a big part of me that looked forward to him getting between my legs and filling me up again with his cock. I liked the feel of his skin on mine and I like the feeling of something alive inside of me, drawing pleasure from me, giving pleasure back to me, and making me feel things I had never felt before. There was another part of me that felt very flattered that Mr. Evans wanted to have a baby with me. 

Like every girl growing up I had thought about what it would be like to be a mother and I played with dolls and wondered about them being babies. Now for the first time in my life I was contemplating what it would be like to have a real baby and I was reconciling all of my old ideas about what it was like to be a mother and a wife with the facts of sex that I had learned in the last day or so. 

The evening wore on and Mr. Evans did not come back for dinner. Maggie told me that one of the men had passed on to her that Mr. Evans had come across the tribe of people escaping old California and he was trying to trade with them because they had some tech that he wanted. We left the apple pie untouched because it was Mr. Evans favorite and Maggie said that he would want some when he finally got home. We did go ahead and eat dinner and then clean up afterwards. Maggie told me to go clean up for the evening I went and took a shower and freshened up. We set up for a while and she let me have some coffee which she said was very rare these days but she remembered when people used to give away almost for free. 

As she was drinking the coffee it was like she became younger and she started talking about the old days before the Collapse. She told me about all of the different man she used to date and how she had lived with a couple of men but had never been married and had never gotten pregnant. She said back then they used to have a thing called birth control but that after the Collapse all of the birth control tech stopped being made and it wasn't so many years later that they ran out of it. She said there were a lot of people back then who really didn't like birth control and she said it had to do with something called abortion. I didn't know what 'abortion' meant and I didn't ask because it seemed to bother Maggie. She laughed when she said that when the time finally came for her to want to have a baby she wasn't able to because between her birth control and all the men she had been with something it happened to her and she just couldn't have a baby. I could tell that made her sad. She looked down at the table and smiled and then looked up at me saying, "Well, you're just going to have to have the babies for both of us aren't you?" I guess I would. 

When it was time to go to bed Maggie told me it would be best if I slept in Mr. Evans room because she knew he would want to find me there. She walked me to Mr. Evans room said good night to me and I could hear her lock the door after I got in there. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my usual things before going to bed. I took off my dress and carefully folded it and placed it on a chair that was in the bedroom. Naked, I pulled back the soft cotton sheets and slipped between them and shortly fell asleep. Sometime during the night Mr. Evans did come home and he quietly got into the bed with me. I woke up as he pressed up against me, his skin still cold from the night air. My back was to him and I felt him fit up against me, spooning me. I tensed when his hand came up to my belly and then moved up to my breasts. My nipples reacted all on their own when his hands wandered to them in his fingers caressed them. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too and I felt a warmth start between my legs and spread up into my belly. My breasts felt warm as he touched them. It wasn't long before I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back. His hand went to my hip and pulled me back against his body and he sighed with obvious pleasure as he did this. He went to kiss my neck but my hair was in the way, so I pulled it up for him and was rewarded as he began to kiss on my neck and my shoulder. I felt him thrust at me and I couldn't help but arch my back a little and push my butt back at him. 

His hand came up to my face and pulled me over to face him and he kissed me on the lips. I started to roll over onto my back but he stopped me. His hand went down to my knee and pulled my leg up a bit, I understood what he wanted me to do and I put my leg back over his legs. His cock was now up against my pussy he started gently pushing it back and forth, making me slick with my juices. This went on for a little while and every now and then I'd have that sense of urgency that made me push back at him and I'd feel him try to get his cock into me. Finally, he took me by the hip and pulled back at me as his cock pushed at me. I felt him get a little into me and then he pushed really hard and I gasped with the sudden fullness in my body even though I knew to expect it. He set his hips in motion with a slow, deliberate pace. Unlike the first two times he had been with me this time he stayed deep inside of me, yet still managed to stroke back and forth into my body. His hand reached around to mine and then he took my hand and made me feel where the two of us were coming together. I could feel his slickened cock move back and forth between my fingers, driving in and out of my body. It was warm and smooth yet somehow it was also hard. I felt around my pussy and could not believe how stretched out I was. I'd never imagined that something so small would be able to fit something so big. He moved my hand with his then his fingers sought out my body down there. He knew exactly where to go and he pressed his fingers on that very special part of me. It was too much! In just an instant I felt my body convulse with ecstasy and I heard myself moaning in pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into me so did his cock. I pushed back at him as hard as I wanted to feel more of this amazing pleasure that he was creating in my body. 

Stroke after stroke he pushed into me. His hips would push it me and I felt his cock drive deeply into me only to have him pull back then I would push back at him as he would drive himself and to me yet again. He was no longer having sex with me because we were now having sex with each other. Another wave of pleasure ran over me and I pulled up my leg higher to feel more of his flesh inside me. His pumping into me became more deliberate I could hear both of us breathing harder. With every thrust he was now hitting the very deepest inside of my pussy and a part of me was disappointed that he couldn't get deeper! 

I was so very close, I so wanted him, I so needed him to complete what he was doing inside of me. 

I was jolted by pleasure felt my belly seize up at the same time he gave me one more deep thrust and then he froze inside of me. I froze with him wanting to feel every last sensation, not wanting to miss a thing. I felt the throb start inside of his body and passed the full length of his cock up into me. The flick I had been feeling before was replaced with what I now knew was a spurt inside of me. I gasped again with the thought of his sperm surging into my fertile body. He shot into me again, pulled himself back, and then thrust deep into me then I felt another shot surge in to me. He held me tight against his body and I lost count of the pulses that throbbed into me. It was so much that I could feel the weight of it inside me and it freely poured out of me onto my legs. 

Our moment behind us we both slowly relaxed and the pulses inside my body ebbed. He stayed inside me letting his hands wander over my body and he was kissing me on my back. Things got quiet between the two of us and he just held me as we both caught our breath. I felt getting smaller inside of me and a tinge of sadness crossed my mind as the moment came to an end. His body slipped from mine and I went to get up to go clean myself but he held on to me tightly making it clear that I wasn't going anywhere. 

I surrendered to his will and stayed where I was, his sperm spilling out of my body and onto the sheets beneath us.

Sleep caught up to him quickly and I could tell from his breathing that it was a deep sleep. I lay there in his arms, his warmth still pressed against me, thinking about what had transpired between us thinking about what could be happening right at that moment inside my body. There was also a satisfaction I was feeling from being the object of his desire, the focus of his pleasure, and him the focus of mine. It took me a while to get to sleep, but sleep I did. 

I woke up again at some point during the night and was momentarily disoriented trying to figure out where I was and what was happening. When I came to my senses I realized he was already inside me gently thrusting into me. I felt the comfort from his attention even while not feeling the hungering desire I had felt earlier in the evening. I was content to let him hold me and take me and after few minutes I took some satisfaction in feeling him empty himself into me again. Sleep soon reclaimed me and once again I didn't notice when he got up in the morning and left. 

When I awoke it was still early enough that Maggie had not come looking for me. I took the opportunity to get myself out of bed and into the shower. Getting out of the bed I was not surprised when a dribble of fluid ran down my leg. I caught it with my hand and took a moment to study it. It was white, a little lumpy in places, and very sticky. The thought also registered in my mind that this stuff could have already made me a mother. A chill went up my spine as I contemplated all that this could mean and then at the same time I also found it somewhat exciting to think of Mr. Evans filling me with his child. 




The Collapse Ch. 01



I got myself to the kitchen and found Maggie waiting for me with some fresh coffee. 

She smiled at me. "Amy, you're doing good things for that man, I hope you know that. He went off this morning the happiest I think I've ever seen him." 

She interrupted herself to pass me a fresh biscuit. "But I will say I'm wanting to hear from you how you're doing with all of this. I got to imagine you've got some questions, don't you?" I did have questions! We sat and talked for what must have been two hours and Maggie answered everything I was asking about and most of that had to do with sex and Mr. Evans. I was sort of shy with the questions at first but then she made it clear to me that she didn't care what I wanted to ask about, she'd tell me what I wanted to know. 

She also told me a few things about how to keep a man interested in me and at first I wasn't so interested but when she told me that if Mr. Evans wanted to that he could sell me to someone else I figured I should listen. She told me all sorts of things that I don't think my Grandpa would have approved of, but it all made sense and I was glad she told me. 

We were surprised when Mr. Evans was back early for lunch and he told us not to worry because he wanted a shower first anyway. When he went off to the shower Maggie told me to go get his towels ready for him and to get his clean clothes ready, too. I didn't suspect at the time that she was really trying to buy some extra time to get the lunch ready. 

When I opened to bathroom door to put out the towels Mr. Evans must have heard it.

"That you, Maggie?" he said. 

"No, sir, it's me. Maggie told me to come get things put together for you."

He opened the shower door and looked at me. I saw his cock hanging down and as he looked at me it started to firm up. 

"Amy, I think I want your help in here. Drop that dress and you can wash my back, okay?"

I nodded and did as I was told. He held the shower door open for me as I stepped in and then closed it. The warmth surrounded me and then Mr. Evans took me in his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back and part of it was because I wanted to. We kissed for a little bit and I felt his cock poke into my belly a few times and then he pulled back from me. Reaching around to a bottle on the shelf behind him I heard it go 'clink' and open. Turning around he smiled at me and said, "Hold still, you'll like this."

He sprayed what felt like an oil all over me. He sprayed some on himself, too. It smelled of flowers and was really nice. Putting the bottle down he started to rub the oil into my skin and he let his hands linger on my breasts. "Mmmmm" was all he said to that. He took my hand and had me rub his cock and I heard him pull in a breath as my hand closed around it and rubbed oil on it. He stopped me after not too long and had me turn around. There was a handrail bar at the one end of the shower and he put my hands on it and I understood he wanted me to hold on to it. His hands went back to my body and pulled my hips back at him and then I felt his cock slip across my butt. His foot pushed at my feet and I spread my legs in response, turning to look at him at the same time. His eyes were cast down at my body and he didn't notice my looking at him. I kept looking at him as he lined up his oiled cock with my pussy and then in one smooth motion slipped it all the way into me. 

"Oh, yeah." He said while I hung onto the bar.

This wasn't painful at all and all I felt was the fullness inside me. With the combination of the warm water, the smell of flowers, and his easy entry into me it was all really very pleasant. He didn't last very long this time and had only made a few strokes into me when he held me tight and I felt him spurting into me. He held himself in me just briefly and then pulled out of me. 

"All right, Amy, now you can wash my back." 

To be continued?



The Collapse Ch. 02



Disclaimers: The grammar in this story is exactly as I intended it to be. This is not a stroke story so if you're looking for one, look elsewhere. Any character involved in sexual activity in this story is of legal age for whatever jurisdiction you live in. Never wear white shoes on a ranch. Gold and silver are hedges and not investments, try to know the difference. And I like feedback, even if it's not complimentary. 

January 16, 2074

The next few weeks after my new life started saw Mr. Evans going to visit the Deseret Republic to do some trading. He was going to go see Salt Lake City and maybe even go as far east as Cheyenne. Maggie told me that Mr. Evans made a lot of money by trading things between the Deseret Republic and Aztlan because the two countries hated each other and refused to trade directly. Living with my family like I did I never knew much about the DR (the nickname for the Deseret Republic) or Aztlan past the fact that both countries had occupied Nevada at one time or another. 

A long time before I was born the two countries went to war with each other because Aztlan said that the land the DR was on belonged to Aztlan. The DR didn't agree. The result was that a lot of people died and Nevada got left alone between the two countries. When I was living with my family we used to go gathering and we'd sometimes find the remains of old military camps and we'd scavenge them for things we could use. Once in a while we found guns and other weapons that worked but we had so many of them at home that we usually left them where we found them. What we really wanted were medicines and radiated foods that were still good even forty years after the war. 

Maggie told me more about the two countries over coffee and I was pretty happy to listen to her talk about them.

"The DR started up almost immediately after the Collapse when the state of Utah and the LDS Church merged to better deal with the crisis. The state had things the church needed and the church had people and relief supplies the state needed so it just made sense to everyone to have the two of them combine. I remember two boys on bicycles in Reno telling me that Utah had become the DR and I cried knowing that it meant the old USA was over. One of the boys told me that the President of the LDS was now the President of the DR and that things were getting better in Salt Lake City."

Maggie stopped for a moment here and just stared like she was trying to remember something. 

"Things did get better in the DR and I think it was the next year when we saw our first DR soldiers come into Elko to trade and visit. They were pretty peaceful and polite and no one thought too much about them. Some of them were kind of cute, as I recall. They were the first soldiers I ever saw who wore white shirts and ties under their camouflage jackets. Well, anyhow, the DR boys didn't go unnoticed because we had some spies in Elko from Aztlan."

"I guess it was maybe a month later when Aztlan attacked Reno and tore it up pretty bad. Those Aztlan soldiers were just plain mean. They'd shoot people just for fun and God only help you if you were black. They really had a hate on for the black folks. See, we didn't know about the Limpia back then and didn't understand what was going on. "

"What was the Limpia?" I asked. 

"Well, to understand that you got to know about Aztlan. See, about sixty years ago in Los Angeles some of the Central American people wanted the black people out of their neighborhoods. They did some things to the black folks and the government prosecuted a bunch of the Central Americans for ethnic cleansing crimes. It was one of those things about the old government that they would punish people for doing things without understanding why they did those things so the real problems never got taken care of. So comes the Collapse and Los Angeles just went to pieces from what everyone said. They had bandits and militia fighting all over the place. Someone told me that one of the bloodiest battles took place in Disneyland and that was just wrong to have all that killing in that place."

Maggie took a moment to tell me about Disneyland but I didn't understand it all that much. A city where people dressed up in costumes and rode things that didn't go anywhere just didn't seem right to me. I think she just made that up. 

"The battles were so bad that lots and lots of people got on the road to go north or east and then bunches of them died in the desert when bandits raided them or they got killed by border guards at Nevada and Arizona. The ones that went north over the Grapevine mostly got killed by the warlord in Santa Clarita. She killed a million people I hear."

"I heard that it was a year after the Collapse when some of the Mexican Army came north and took up with the gangs that were calling themselves Aztlan by then. There wasn't anyone to stop them because they were the biggest force left by then so everything south of the Grapevine became Aztlan. Oh, yeah, and that warlord woman got herself roasted alive when the Aztlan took over Santa Clarita. I ain't going to cry for her any because she had it coming. We used to call that karma."

Maggie smiled as she said that. 

"About that same time the Limpia started up. That word means 'cleanup' in Spanish and that's what Aztlan did was clean up all of their territory. Anyone who was left in Aztlan who wasn't a Central American had it really hard. White people and Asian people got rounded up and put to work on farms. No one noticed that all the black people and all the Jewish people just up and disappeared. Regular people in Aztlan thought that those folks had left and us folks outside of Aztlan all thought they had thrown in with the Aztlan. About the same time the Mexicans cut off being friends with Aztlan and word got out that it had something to do with the Mexicans being upset about something called the Limpia." 

"Next thing we know the DR and Aztlan went to war with each other. God bless the DR people because they went and did a bunch of raids into Aztlan to rescue the people who were forced to work on their farms. Mr. Evans family was rescued, too. Now when those people got out they told us stories about how the Aztlan soldiers would talk about the Limpia and how some of those soldiers didn't seem to like the idea and how those same soldiers would sometimes get shot. That Limpia thing was a big secret to Aztlan and they didn't trust anyone who didn't like it."

"About that time a lot of people in the DR noticed that there were no black folks or Jewish folks in with all those rescued people. The President got some really brave volunteers whose families were Mexican and those folks walked into Aztlan during the war to find out about the Limpia. Most of them never came back but the ones who did all told the same thing that the black folks and the Jewish folks all went missing when the Limpia started. I don't rightfully remember how it all worked out but a bunch of countries got together to help the DR fight Aztlan after that. Aztlan took a big beating and agreed to stay in their territory after that."

"One of those countries was Israel. I heard it said that they had taken it hard after the Collapse but they still sent an army all the way around the world to help the DR against Aztlan. When the war ended one of the things the Israel army did was they rounded up all the surviving Jewish people and took them all back to Israel. I hear tell they only found a few hundred people to take back with them. You don't hear much about Israel anymore but I imagine they do fine or else you'd hear about that for sure."

"With the war over the DR pulled back to their land and Aztlan pulled back to theirs. Nevada and north California mostly got left alone after that and that's because all we got is dust and we don't even want it." 

Maggie laughed herself silly with that comment. It didn't seem so funny to me but she later told me that it was part of really funny joke people used to say a long time ago.(After that I could always get her to laugh by just saying, "All we got is dust!" 

"The DR was picking up the pieces after the war when the first plague hit. They were smart and they isolated all of their towns and didn't let anyone travel. They still lost a lot of people but not near as bad as some other countries did. The east coast of the old USA had a bunch of new countries that fell apart in that plague and Aztlan got itself a taste of their own Limpia and I think that's why they been quiet for so long. We did okay in Nevada mostly because the DR kept all of us isolated and they were also really generous with medicines. They said that keeping us healthy kept them healthy. I think they were just being neighborly."

I interrupted her to ask, "Maggie, if the DR is all so nice then why didn't you go there instead of staying here?" 

"Sweetie, I was a free spirit back then. Still am, I think. Anyhow that religious life they live in the DR isn't for me. See, I guess about thirty years ago the DR did up a new doctrine and they took up a lot of their old ways when they did. Part of that included telling people who were not LDS to move on and leave Deseret. All the refugees they took in during and after the war had an effect on things in the DR and not all of it was good so the DR encouraged the refugees to move back to California or go east and settle in the old states. They weren't mean about it, they were just clear that they wanted to make a new start and that new start didn't include people who weren't LDS." 

"You know how the DR women all wear dresses?"

I nodded. 

"Well, that was just one of the changes they made. Things got a lot more traditional and that just wasn't for me. Now don't get me wrong, I like them people it's just I don't want to live like them. Besides, I don't think they'd want an old slutty cocktail waitress anyway."

Maggie just cackled like crazy when she said that and got herself so tired that she just put her head down on the table and went to sleep. I got up and put a blanket over her and let her be. 

The time went by and Mr. Evans was getting to be overdue for coming home when we heard that he was in Wendover and would be home in a couple days. 

Maggie and I kept busy with doing extra cleaning to make things look really nice for when Mr. Evans got home. The desert is a really dusty place and it never fails to amaze me how you can clean something one day and then it's dirty again the very next day. What I mean is that a lot of the work Maggie and I were doing had to get done like two or three times. While we were doing all of that work she didn't really talk much about the past anymore. We made small talk about things that needed to be done like picking vegetables or ironing shirts and she always sounded really comfortable and folksy. She also sounded older. When she was talking about the past it was like it made her young again and she spoke like a young person. You could tell that she missed the old days and the way things used to be. 

The day finally came when Mr. Evans got home that was a little bit like a party or celebration around the place. Some of the men went out and slaughtered a hog for barbecue and another man brought out two whole kegs of beer for everyone to drink. As the party got started there was a lot of conversation going on and I never really got a chance to talk to Mr. Evans but every now and then I would catch him look over at me and he'd smile. That made me feel kind of special knowing that where I was a slave he didn't have to be nice to me at all and that meant that his smile was real and true and genuine. 

One of the men who went on the trading expedition with Mr. Evans sat near me and I could hear them talk about how they went all the way to St. Louis. I have to admit that I'm glad I didn't know they were going to St. Louis when they left. St. Louis has a pretty bad reputation mostly because it's right on the Mississippi River may get all sorts of boat traffic from all over the world. Being a slave in St. Louis is really scary because they also run that slave market across the river in the Chicago territory. My family was pretty isolated living where we did but we'd still hear stories of people being sold into slavery at St. Louis and never being seen again. I never want to see that place.

The men went on to talk about some of the tech that they had bought in St. Louis and a lot of people chuckled when somebody said that Mr. Evans had bought a supply of 'Kicks'. I couldn't help but notice how a lot of eyes drifted my way when the supply of Kicks was mentioned. 

After everyone was done with dinner Mr. Evans had some boxes brought up and he opened them up and started handing out gifts to everyone. Lots of people got boots and a lot of people got good winter clothes. I noticed I didn't get anything. I guess that made sense since I was supposed to stay in the house all the time and I wasn't allowed to wear shoes so I didn't really need boots anyway. Mr. Evans gave Maggie a blanket that made its own heat and she gave him a big kiss right smack on the lips! You could tell she really wanted that blanket. 

I got to say that I did drink way too much beer and not long after midnight I snuck off to my room and went to sleep. 

It turned out that Mr. Evans got himself drunk, too, and didn't even make it to bed the night before. When I got up he was sleeping in his favorite chair and he still had his travel clothes on. It took me a little bit of work but I got his boots off and covered him up with a blanket to keep him warm. After that I went off and got some biscuits going in the kitchen figuring that the biscuits would be okay for all the people who were going to have hangovers. I didn't see Maggie for breakfast and didn't see her at all until after noon time. 

"Oh, my goodness, Amy! Why did you let me drink all that beer last night?" 

I just laughed and put some coffee in front of her. She nodded at me and took it up to sip on it. 

"Good morning to you too ma'am. Right nice of you to blame me for what you were drinking."

She put up her middle finger at me, took her coffee and a biscuit, and shuffled back to her room. I figured I'd leave her alone for a while before I go check on her and make sure she was okay. Maggie had no sooner turned the corner into her room that I heard Mr. Evans come up behind me. 

"Amy, can you pour me a cuppa' that coffee please? Oh boy, I over did it last night. Getting too old for this shit." 

He took the coffee from me and took out a pill from his shirt pocket and popped it in his mouth. Taking a swig off the coffee he swallowed the pill down and said, "Ahhh. Give me a few minutes and I'll be fine."

I think he was saying it more to himself than to me. 

"I miss the old days when you could just fly to St. Louis instead of having to hump it all the way down the old 50." He sipped some more of the coffee. 

"I've seen airplanes parked out in the desert, how come no one uses them anymore?" I really didn't know this. Really. There are some things you just never learn when you grow up in a cave.

"Amy, there used to be airplanes all over the place. You could fly from Elko to anywhere in the world if you wanted to. But when the Collapse happened the government started using their drones and robots to kill people they didn't like. That was when pulse technology showed up. Everybody has a different story about who invented it but what really mattered was that once people started building pulse weapons it was impossible to use drones and robots anymore. The sad thing was that also stopped all the airplanes from flying. Those planes you see out in the desert are the ones that landed safely. You get up in the mountains like I do when I go hunting and you come across lots of planes that didn't make it safely. And nowadays so many people run pulse generators to keep themselves safe that I don't think there's anywhere in the world where you could fly an airplane anymore."

Mr. Evans picked up a biscuit, topped off his coffee cup and walked away without saying anything more. He was still pretty tired from the trip and he seemed a little sad talking about the old times. I guess that was pretty common for all the older people to miss the good days. It was kind of a blessing for me not to know good times like that because then I didn't miss them. 

The day went on and there was still lots to do with unpacking and sorting all of the things the men brought back with them from St. Louis. Most of it was trade goods that Mr. Evans would turn around and sell for gold but some of that stuff was supplies for the house and me and Maggie had to get it those things put away. Dinnertime is usually a lot of work for me and Maggie but this day it was actually a relief to get started on the dinner and not have to be unpacking things from the trucks. 

Dinner was polite but Maggie and me didn't get to talk much with Mr. Evans because he was still busy talking with the men about the trip and their plans to trade the things they brought home. Still, I caught him looking at me a few times and so did Maggie. 

After dinner I was going to help Maggie in the kitchen and she says to me, "Girl, you never mind this kitchen stuff. I'll take care of it. Now you go on and make yourself pretty for Mr. Evans because I can tell that man wants some company tonight."

I knew what that meant when she said Mr. Evans wanted some company and after having time away from him I didn't really want to start back up again. Still, I had to what I was told so I went off to my room, took a shower, and then got on my satin robe for the night. I was just finishing brushing out my hair when Maggie leaned into my room, "Amy, Mr. Evans wants to see you in his room. Get going!"

When I opened the door to Mr. Evans room I saw him dressed in just his robe and sitting in his chair with a bottle of wine and two glasses already poured. 

"Amy, come on and have a glass of wine with me." He held up a glass for me and I took it from him and sipped a little. It was sweet and golden in color and it had a really rich taste.

"That's some fine French wine there, I hope you like it because it cost me $5 in gold." My eyes went wide thinking about how expensive the wine in my glass was. That was enough money to feed my entire family for a week. 

"Uh, thank you Mr. Evans! It tastes really good but I hope you're not wasting it on me."

He laughed, "No, Amy, it's not a waste. As much as that wine is worth you're worth an awful lot more to me. Matter of fact, worth more than you think. Now finish that glass and let me pour you another."

The wine really was good and it was something called a Sauterne. I did notice that the first glass of wine I drank made my mouth feel kind of tingly. The second glass of wine he poured for me didn't have the tingly feeling but it still tasted really good. While I was drinking the wine he sat there and told me stories about the places he had seen and some of the people he had met along the way. I liked the story he told me about meeting the Cherokee people in Kansas City. They sounded like really nice people and I hope to get to meet them someday. 

While I was sitting there listening to him talk I felt my body get a little warmer. It wasn't uncomfortable and it was actually a little pleasant. The tingling sensation I felt in my mouth from that first glass of wine came to mind when I became aware of a similar tingling between my legs. I couldn't help myself but fidget in my seat especially when the motion felt so good.

Mr. Evans noticed. "You doing okay, Amy?"

"Yeah, I guess the wine is making me feel a little funny is all."

He smiled and went back to talking about his trip. I really did try to pay attention but as the tingling sensation intensified between my legs and then spread around my body it was really hard to focus. 




The Collapse Ch. 02



Mr. Evans interrupted his conversation to pour himself a second glass of the wine. After pouring the wine he picked up a small bottle from the table and unscrewed it to reveal an eyedropper. He squeezed it into the bottle and then put two drops into his own glass before putting the little bottle away. 

"Can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" He sort of snorted as he said this and then gulped down the wine as if it were beer. I realized he had put some of what was in the little bottle in my wine, too.

"What did you put in the wine?" I asked him plain and simply.

"Kicks. I picked it up in St. Louis and figured it might help you be a little more interested in me. Just like the wine it came all the way from France but it was a bit more expensive. Two drops is all you're supposed to need but I gave you four just to be sure."

"Looking at you I'm wondering if you're ready to drop that robe and get on my bed. Are you, Amy? Are you ready to be with me?"

I absently reached between my legs and started rubbing myself at the thought of Mr. Evans taking me. Chills ran down my spine as electric sensations radiated from my crotch. I kept rubbing myself and could see that Mr. Evans approved. His robe opened and he started stroking himself until he was hard. I looked at him and, God help me, I wanted him. At the moment I didn't care why I wanted him, all I knew was that he was a man and I needed him inside me. NOW.

He stood up and dropped his robe. Naked, he walked over to me with his cock obscenely jutting out from his body, balancing and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He took me by the hand and stood me up. I went to hug him but he held me back and pulled the robe off of my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then, leaning into me he suckled one of my nipples causing my first orgasm of the night to crash on me. I would've fallen over if it weren't for him picking me up and then dropping me on the bed. The few seconds that his hands were not on my body seemed like an eternity. He got onto the bed and didn't have to ask me to spread my legs for him. 

My body burned with need as he pressed himself onto me. We wrapped our arms around each other so tightly that it was a struggle to breathe. I didn't care. My legs were spread wide and my crotch thrust up to meet his as he surged into me. He didn't start slowly, oh no, slammed himself into me with a ferocious need and as far as I was concerned it wasn't enough. All too soon I felt him start to have his release.

"No! Not so soon!" I begged. 

He didn't hear me. He nearly squeezed the breath out of me when he held on and shot his seed into me. I was keenly aware of every throb, every pulse, of his body inside mine. On top of my need for him another feeling started to take hold of me. I can only describe it as the most incredible bliss I have ever felt in my life. It almost felt as if I was outside of my body looking at myself as I writhed in pleasure and ecstasy as both an orgasm and this otherworldly bliss became the focal point of my universe. My body went slack and I didn't notice as Mr. Evans remained hard inside of me and started pounding away at me again. 

I wish I could tell you more about that night but it is all just a haze of fragmented memories. There are moments that come to my mind and I find myself not believing the things that man did to me and worse, the things I did to him.

When I woke up the word 'headache' did not even begin to describe my misery. I thought it was the worst pain I had ever felt until I became aware of the throbbing burning pain in my groin. I opened my eyes and grimaced at the pain I felt from the dim light in the bedroom. I looked around the bed and didn't see Mr. Evans anywhere. It took me a little time but I finally gathered myself up and made it to the bathroom. Turning on the light I shrieked as the bright light felt like shards of glass in my eyes. Then I looked down at myself and was horrified to see the bite marks on my breasts and the dried, caked blood on my thighs. I couldn't help myself from crying and I collapsed on the floor in pain, in grief, and in horror. 

Praise God for small miracles as Maggie had heard me stirring and came into the bathroom to check on me. 

"Oh, dear God! Kitten, what happened to you? Are you okay?" She knelt by me and comforted me. 

"I don't know, Maggie. I hurt so much, so much..." I lapsed into tears again is Maggie ran out of the bathroom and came back with a jar of something. She opened the jar and then leaned me forward. I saw her dip her hand into the jar then she rubbed what felt like a cold lotion all over my back. Now I cried with relief as my body went numb and the pain went away. At the same time I couldn't feel anything at all. But the numbness was a blessed relief from the horrid pain. 

"I'm going to kill that man. God help, I will." Maggie muttered this under her breath but I could hear it anyway. She help me up and took me back to the bed. Going back to the bathroom she came back with the jar and then put some of the lotion on my forehead and then on my scalp. It was only moments later when the world faded away to me and I slipped into a peaceful sleep.

The next time I woke up the pain in my head was gone all just a slight discomfort lingered in my lower regions. I could tell I had been cleaned up and I knew I had Maggie to thank for that. I got up and put on my robe and padded out to the kitchen. It was nighttime the smells of the kitchen betrayed that dinner time had come and gone. Opening the refrigerator I found some left overs which were quickly reheated and then eagerly devoured. As I was eating I realized I hadn't been this hungry since being sold to Mr. Evans. It didn't take much for me to then realize that a lot of time had passed between that evening with Mr. Evans and my sitting in that kitchen. 

"Kitten, are you feeling better? You've been down for a few days and you had me worried." Maggie startled me with her silent presence in the kitchen. I nodded in answer and swallowed.

"I am, thank you. I think I would've died without you, Maggie. The pain was just so horrible I've never felt anything like that in my life." She put out her hand to my face and lovingly caressed me.

"I hope you never do, baby. Mr. Evans was so wrong for what he did to you and I'm so sorry that you had to go through that."

I looked up at her. "Maggie, what was that he did to me? What did he put in my wine?"

She shook her head and scowled, "He put Kicks in your wine. It's a drug that's used for helping people want to have sex when they don't normally want to have sex. It's supposed to be a medicine but some men use it so they can have their way with women. Mr. Evans didn't have to do that with you, you have to do what he wants anyway and he had no right to drug you. And I'll let you know that he regrets it, too."

"Really?" I guess I was hoping to hear that he cared about me. 

"Yes, he regrets it. After I found you and got you all cleaned up he came to talk to me and I kicked him in the balls so goddamn hard it's going to be a week before he can sit down again!"

"He made a good decision after that and took the truck with a couple of men going to trading trip to Redding. They'll be back in a few days and he damn well better apologize to you when he sees you."

It just amazed me to think of Maggie, an old slave, kicking her master in his balls and then kicking him out of his own house as if he had no right to do what he wanted. I know he was wrong to do what he did to me but a part of me sort of accepted it since I accepted being his slave. It's not like I had any choice. But then here's Maggie telling me that it's wrong and then essentially telling me that she kicked her master out of the house. It just didn't make sense to me. Still, I was really happy to think that I would never be drugged again. As wonderful as some of the feelings were from the drug the pain I felt afterwards more than canceled out any passing moments of bliss. 

Maggie ended up sending me back to bed telling me to try to sleep until the morning. I did what I was told and when I got to my bedroom I shucked my robe and slipped in between the sheets. As I laid there thinking about what happened, my hands drifted over my body. The places where Mr. Evans had bit me were still a little sore. I figured between my legs was going to be pretty sore, as well. Gingerly, I reached down and felt myself to see how things were. It was no small surprise to me when I touched myself and felt my body instantly respond. 

I imagined Mr. Evans whiskered chin nuzzling my neck as his body pumped between my legs. A finger plunged deeply inside my body and I gasped. My imaginary Mr. Evans pushed deeper and harder and I spread my legs wider for him. The pace quickened. Suddenly, a very satisfying orgasm swept over me. My toes curled and an electric feeling sparked from my nipples to my groin. It was truly wonderful. Satisfied, I rolled over and went to sleep. 

When I awoke in the morning the memory of the night before seemed both distant and alien to me. It was the first time in my life I had ever masturbated and it was also the first time in my life I had ever wanted to. I brushed off the memory at the same time I was brushing my hair and not long after that I lost myself in catching up with my chores. 

The following day saw Maggie and I with a little free time so we sat and had coffee and she told me what she knew of the Scandinavian Crusades. I had never heard of the war that the Europeans had fought to free Sweden and Norway from the Caliph so I found it very interesting. Unlike so many stories of war that I had heard growing up this one had a happier ending with the Treaty of Malmö which ended the war and guaranteed the Scandinavian Muslims a homeland in what used to be Saudi Arabia. The best part was how the King of Sweden saved the family of the Caliph from being executed by Hanseatic soldiers.

It was two days after that when Mr. Evans finally came home. He found Maggie and I in the kitchen getting the dinner on and he said 'hi' to both of us. Maggie glared at him for a moment and then said to me, "Amy, I think you can finished the dinner by yourself , I'm going to my room."

That left me alone with him for the first time since that night.

He walked up to me and took my face in both hands. "Amy, I am so, so sorry for what happened the other day. I know I had no right to do that and I'm sorry how things turned out. I just wanted you to enjoy things with me the way I enjoy things with you, you know what I mean?"

I looked away from him as I said, "You didn't have to drug me. You can have me anytime you want to, I know that. You own me and you can do anything you want but I wish you would let me be me even if that means I don't always want to have sex with you."

With that he pulled me closer and he kissed me. It was a soft romantic kiss and I liked it. I didn't expect that, but I liked it anyway. I kind of wanted some more and at the same time I wondered why I wanted to be kissed when I never really wanted it before. 

"I really missed you." He said, just before kissing me again. His hands went the buttons on the front of my dress and he undid the top three or four and then slipped his hand inside to feel my breasts. Part of me wanted to slap his hands away but then this new part of me was saying not to. He pulled away from me and turned me around so I was facing the kitchen counter. I heard him undo his pants and then heard them fall to the floor. He leaned into me and kissed me on the back of the neck, and pulled my hair out of the way and kissed me again. 

"I'm not so sure..." I started to say, but then he slipped a hand under my dress and ran his fingers across my pussy. Just like the night when I was in bed alone, that light touch between my legs had me instantly aroused. His lips stayed on the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear as his hands gathered up my dress and pulled it up over my hips. He nudged at me and without saying a word I understood what he wanted. I leaned on the kitchen counter until it was resting on it with my elbows. I heard him sigh behind me then felt his cock nudge up against me. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip between my teeth as he slipped into me. With each motion he went deeper into me I found my body answering his in a slow, gentle, yet passionate tempo.

A couple times he gently pushed into me as deep as he could go and unlike the other times we had been together it didn't hurt at all. I could tell he had been testing me to see if it hurt and when it didn't he seemed more comfortable at going deep into me. He took me by the hips drove himself into me and held me there and then picked me up. My bare feet dangled in the air as he held himself in me. Relaxing, he let me back down again and picked up our tempo were he had left off. It felt wonderful as he glided in and out and back in again. It felt so natural and it felt like something I needed was being satisfied. 

Too soon I could feel him getting ready to finish. I pushed back at him wanting just a little more and he answered me by starting to take me harder. I felt my breasts swinging back and forth over the kitchen counter as he held me by the hips and drove into me. Then, as he always did, his strokes got slower until finally I felt him swell up. He sighed as he held himself deep inside of me and came. I had thought for the moment that we would be done and that it would be over.

But I was wrong.

The bliss that I had felt from the drug swept over me again as he came in me. It was heavenly. I lost myself in the ecstasy not caring why it had happened, only caring about this moment of sheer, pure joy. 

I was only barely aware of my surroundings as he kicked himself free of his pants and then picked me up to carry me to his bedroom. 

He laid me down on the bed and finished undoing my dress. Then, sitting me up, he pulled it off over my head and let me lay back. I looked down at him and saw that he was still hard. He pulled my legs apart and I found myself eager to have him fill me again so I could be lost in that ecstasy once more. 

As he slipped himself back into me he said, "Looks like that drug wasn't a total waste after all!"