3 comments/ 26210 views/ 8 favorites Angel's Fall By: ImmortalRomance Chapter One ::: The Escape ~Kami~ It was five days after the birth of my baby daughter and I was escaping a madman. The madman was my husband and he was completely insane. He had kidnapped me when I was eighteen years old and had forced me to become his bride. I had never loved him. I felt nothing but contempt for him and his evil ways. I had lost track of the number of time he had forced himself upon me. I hid my baby in the closet of the bedroom where I had been imprisoned for longer than three years. If he knew I had birthed the baby and that it had been a girl and alive and well, who knew what the consequences would be. Bryce had wanted a son. It had been all he had talked about. His son. His successor. He would get neither of those. I had birthed a tiny baby daughter three weeks early, and she was coming with me. I wouldn't leave her at the mercy of a madman. She was MINE, my baby. Not his. I never thought of her as his. I had named her Kasey Michelle. She was tiny and beautiful. Her eyes were blue, but I knew that in time they would become green just as my eyes were. Her hair was the color of the golden sun. Again, she got that from me. Thankfully, she looked nothing like the man who had impregnated me, the horrible beast. Kasey was mine... my little girl, and I would do anything to protect her. Even if it meant my own life. I was esaping tonight. Bryce would have to die. I nursed Kasey and wrapped her up to keep her warm. Gently I lay her down in the little bed I had made for her hidden in the closet. "Please be quiet, baby," I whispered to her. "Don't give us away." Her tiny blue eyes had gone closed. She was fast asleep. Thankfully thus far, Bryce was completely unaware of her existence. I kept padding on my belly under my nightgown. The animal thought I was still pregnant. I had been regaining my strength after the birth. Tonight I would kill Bryce. Tonight I would take Kasey from this place and we would be free. "Kasey, I love you," I whispered, kissing her tiny cheek. I left the closet, returning to my bed. Over three years locked in this room had been excruciating for me. I missed my family. My friends. I had been an innocent virgin when Bryce had taken me. A virgin I was no longer. I felt like a wounded bird. The things that man had made me do sickened me. Men such as he deserve to be casterated. I would do it myself... but there was not time. Tonight he would die. I lay in my bed, my weapon under the covers. The room was bare, except for the mere essentials. Blankets, pillows, and little more. I would be leaving with very little to my name. No matter. At least I would be free. At least I would have a LIFE. Here I was little but a caged animal. Here I was treated like an abused pet. I needed to breathe fresh air once again and walk in the sun. I needed my existence back. I needed to LIVE. In order for me to live, Bryce Brennan had to die. I had to kill the man who had taken away my very life. I had to stop him before he took Kasey's, too. She was my baby, my angel. Bryce walked into the room, carrying the tray of food he brought once per day. Never fail, he always came in daily at sundown as I could see the darkness falling outside through my lone, barred window. He always provided nourishment for his son, the baby he thought I still carried. He had longed for a boy. It's all he talked about. I had always known I was carrying a girl. A mother just knows. There was a glass of chilled milk on the tray, along with a sandwich and a handful of crisp baby carrots. My stomach demanded food, but there would not be time to eat. I had to make my move now. "How is my son today?" Bryce asked as he approached the bed. As my stomach swelled, I had begged him not to rape me. I told him I feared it would hurt the baby, and eventually he had stopped his sexual assaults. Sadly it hadn't deterred him from doing "other things." Forced oral sex. "Skull-fucking," he had called it. He had ripped out my long blond hair while forcing his foul, hard organ into my mouth. Afterwards I would throw up, and he would laugh. His laugh was evil, so sinister, like the laughter of the devil. My breath quickened, my heart pumping wildly as Bryce stepped toward the bed. I clutched my weapon even tighter. I had never killed a man before. I had never even harmed a fly. How could I do this? Then I thought of Kasey, so small and innocent, unprotected in the closet. What would this animal do to her? Would he kill my helpless baby as he had tried to destroy me? Bryce set the tray of food down on the small nightstand close to the bed, his putrid breath reminding me of something long-dead as he stood over me. I remembered his sloppy kisses, his rough mouth moving over my unwilling body. Would I ever forget how he had hurt me? Would I ever forget the invasion of my flesh being ripped apart by his? Or the beatings? The scars on the inside, the ones on my soul, would they ever heal? Bryce reached for the covers I held up to my chin, trying to pull them off of me. He loved to stare at my naked body, touching my belly as he talked to his "son." A scream rose in my throat. He couldn't touch me. He couldn't------------ "I HATE YOU! I hope you rot in HELL!" I screamed like a banshee, my hand whipping out from under the covers. With a viscious thrust, I had aimed a fork toward his face, right at his eye. There was a sickening popping noise as the blades of the fork slid into his pupil. I had impaled his eye. He let out the scream of an injured animal, reaching for his eye. The fork was still embedded there and blood rushed down his face and down his arm. I managed to work my way out from under him, jumping from the bed. My movements were shaky, my knees weak. I had just recently birthed a child. I was still healing. Only the need to survive quickened my pace. Bryce was screaming in agony, yelling out as the pain blinded him. I ran to the closet, to Kasey. I lifted her in my arms, her swaddled body tight against my chest. Bryce was stumbling, but trying to follow. "NOOOOO!" I yelled and the infant in my arms began to cry fitfully, frightened by the loud noise that had awakened her. "Give me my baby! Give me my SON!" Bryce demanded, his heavy strides bringing him closer to where I stood about to bolt through the door. "No, you'll never touch her! She's MY BABY! Mine!" I screamed, holding Kasey tightly, not about to let her go. Not to him, not to that animal. "I have a son, Kami... A SON! And I will KILL you if that what it takes!" Bryce growled, reaching out, trying to grab my baby girl. He looked ridiculous and horrid, a fork sticking out of his eye. With a swift movement, I reached out, grasping the lip of the glass of milk off the nightstand. Using it like a weapon, I hurled it at Bryce's face, hitting him square on the forehead. The impact shattered the glass like glittering diamonds, milk and shards flying everywhere. It dislodged the fork, and Bryce fell to the floor, blood oozing from his head. I ran, holding the squalling infant. I didn't think about anything but my escape. Getting away. Freedom. No more rape, no more beatings. Never again would Bryce hurt me. "Let him be dead," I prayed. I ran through the house, my legs weak and shaky. I grabbed what I could on the way out. I swiped a watch off the dresser. It looked expensive. I would sell it. I would have money. I would survive. And near the door was a long heavy coat. I put it on. I couldn't walk outside in nothing but my long white nightgown. Then I saw a diaper bag there as well, near the door. Bryce had gotten a few things for the baby. For the child he had thought was his son. I would need that, too. There was no time to console the crying baby as I ran out the door, looking for something... anything, that could help me esape. The dying sunlight burned my eyes. They filled up with tears. Tears of happiness maybe. I WAS FREE! I WAS ALIVE! I ran and ran, toward the garage, looking for a Bryce's car. I had to get out of here. And fast. But something nearly made me fall to my knees. "KAMI!!!" It was Bryce. He lived. He was after me. I couldn't let him catch me. He would kill Kasey. Once he learned she wasn't the son he wanted, he would do away with her... forcing me to have his child again, until he got what he wanted. His heir. I made it to the garage before he caught me. I climbed into the car, laying Kasey aside on the seat next to me. Thankfully Bryce had left the keys in the ignition. I started the vehicle, hearing the purr of the engine. I didn't even bother to raise the garage door. I back up the car, going right though it. It splintered into a hundred pieces of wood as the car went into reverse. And there was Bryce, running up to stop me. I backed over him, too. I sped away, into the night. I drove and drove, until the car was on empty. Had we done it? Had Kasey and I escaped? And what kind of life was there for us now? All I had was Bryce's car, a watch, and a few things for my daughter. Nothing else. We had no home and so little, but we had each other, and we were alive. I pulled the car over as I knew it was getting close to empty. I had to find a gas station soon, or the car would be useless to me. I needed money, but that depended on selling the watch. I looked at Kasey. The tiny infant had cried herself to sleep less than a half hour after our swift escape. "I'm so sorry, sweetie," I said tenderly as I picked her up, craddling her to my cheek. Her swaddling clothes were wet. She needed dry clothing. She stirred as I gently lay her back down in the seat. I then reached for the diaper bag, seeing if I could find a diaper and something for my little girl to wear. I found a package of newborn diapers, some baby wipes and a pak of baby nightgowns. Soon Kasey was dressed in a clean diaper and one of the nightgowns. The warm material seemed to swallow her tiny body up. She began to fuss. It had been hours since I fed her. Pulling open the long coat, I freed my breast from the nightgown, nursing my daughter. After she fell asleep in my arms, I just held her close, whispering my love to her. I had to keep her safe. But I was exhausted. I drifted off to sleep, Kasey enfolded in my arms. When I awoke again, it was morning, and an old man was standing outside the car, looking at me. He had a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright, Miss?" he asked. Cautiously, I rolled down the window partially, looking wearily at the grandfatherly old man. "I---I am fine... " I said softly. "My car just ran out of gas. I don't know what I am going to do." "Ohhhh... I am so sorry to hear that," said the man. "Maybe I could help you." I shook my head. I didn't know this guy... didn't trust him. I only wanted him to go away. "I have my cell phone... you could call for help." "No, I have... no one to call," I replied as I held Kasey closer, rubbing her tiny back. "Well, I can't leave you like this... on a deserted road. A young woman with a tiny baby. I have a container of fuel in my car. I'll bring it," said the kindly old man. "Okay. Alright," I said hesitantly. "Thank you." The elderly man went to his truck, retrieving the can of gas and set it down on the side of the road near Bryce's car. "Are you and the baby going to be okay?" he asked, giving me another look. It was as if he knew; maybe he was some sort of guardian angel God had sent down to Earth, just to take care of me. "I--- I don't have any money," I heard myself saying. Why in the world was I admitting this to a mere stranger??? I reached into the pocket of the coat, withdrawing the gold watch. I pressed it into the old man's hand. "Take this. You can have it. I just need some money. My baby and I need a place to stay." The old man shook his head. "I won't take that," he said, giving the watch back to me. "I can give you some money. I don't need anything in return." I watched in disbelief as the man reached into his wallet, withdrawing some cash. Just as I had pressed the watch into his hand, he pressed the cash into mine. "Take this... for your baby. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't help a young woman and a child in need," the man said. "I was young once. I lost my wife, my little girl. Take the money... do it for me." "In memory of my Alice and my baby Sarah." Before I could even say thank you, the old man was gone. I blinked and it was as if he had never been there at at all. As I watched his car drive away, tears blurred my vision. HAD he been an angel? I'll never know. Angel's Fall Ch. 02 Chapter Two ~ Saved by an Angel Three days after our escape from Bryce, Kasey and I were staying in a women's shelter. I was given nourishing food, clothing, and a place to sleep. I had also been given much needed essentials to care for Kasey, including clothing, diapers, and other infant neccessities. I also didn't have to give the shelter a lot of information, only that I had escaped my abusive husband and needed some help. Little Kasey was thriving. She had grown so much since she had been born. The days kept blending one into another and even though we hadn't a permanent home, at least we had each other. At the shelter, the staff members were trying to help me find work and a place to stay. Even though everything was up in the air, I was joyous to be free of Bryce, the man who had abused and imprisoned me in his home for over three years. Ms. Murphy, my caseworker, came to talk to me as I was changing Kasey's diaper and dressing her for the day. She was carrying a few new things for Kasey's care, including a pink carseat. "Thank you so much," I said as I accepted the items. Today was the day I would start my job search and I would need to put Kasey into the carseat and take her to a nearby daycare. I was nervous about leaving my baby with virtual strangers, but Ms. Murphy had assured me that Kasey would be in great hands at the Little Tots ChildCare Facility over on 5th Street. After having dressed my baby girl in a little pink sleeper, I placed her into the carseat and gently secured her within it's safe confines. "Kami, I know you are nervous... but all will be fine. Hopefully you will get this job... and then after that, in no time at all, we will have found you and baby Kasey a nice place to stay," Ms. Murphy spoke kindly. I looked at the elderly woman and smiled. "I hope you are right. Thank you for all your help," I said with much appreciation. I was wearing one of my new outfits, a white button-up blouse, a black skirt, and a new pair of ladies dress shoes for the job interview. As I glanced in the mirror on the way out of the sleeping hall, I was pleased with my appearance. I had regained some of the color in my face, now that I was free of Bryce and my long blond hair had just been freshly brushed. I had a good feeling about this, and I was almost certain I would get the job. "Kasey, Mommy's getting a job," I said to my sweet little one as I carried her in her carseat along with her diaper bag outside of the Shelter and headed out to the parking lot to get to the car. As I walked outside, the bright sunlight stung at my eyes. After years of being locked up in the back bedroom of Bryce's house, I still wasn't used to the bright rays of the sun. I squinted as I searched the parking lot for the place where I had parked my car. I didn't see it at first, but realized after a moment that a huge RV was parked right next to the vehicle, blocking my view. I began walking toward it, oblivious to the danger that Kasey and I were now in. As my new dress shoes made distinct footsteps on the pavement, a car approached me from behind. At first I did not panic, but then I realized it was coming at me at incredible speed. I turned to look, seeing a man in the driver's seat. "Ohhh my God!" I cried out, recognizing him to be Bryce. He had a patch over one eye, the one I had injured, but I would have recognized his evil face anywhere. "No!" I screamed, running at top speed toward the car. I had to get away from him! I had to escape! As I ran, Kasey began screaming at being jostled in her car seat. Frantically, I redoubled my steps, almost making it to the car, but not before running into a woman, the owner of the RV. When my body collided with hers, I nearly knocked her to the ground. "What the ---?!" she gasped, looking at me as she attempted to regain her balance. "Help me... please help me!" I heard myself begging. No sooner had I said those words when gun shots rang out. A couple whizzed by my head. Glass shattered as the bullets hit the car, breaking the windshield. The woman didn't need to hear or see anything further. She took action, taking hold of my arm and guiding me into the RV with her. As we got in, she jumped in the driver's seat and started the engine. We narrowly escaped as Bryce began shooting at her vehicle, too. The entire time Kasey was screaming, so I did all I could to console her, reaching a hand into the carseat to gently caress her little head as I spoke comforting words. We sped away, down the highway, Bryce chasing after. I didn't even think about my job interview or the fact that I was going to miss it. Once again, Bryce had complicated my life. Tears came to my eyes and slowly spilled. "Why won't he just DIE?!" I cried out from deep within. How I hated him and all he had done. Would I ever be free of this horrible man?! "Who are you? And who is that guy wanting to kill you?" asked the woman whom was driving the RV. I looked at her, wiping away the tears. Although she was driving at top speed and trying to watch the road, she glanced over at me, looking incredibly concerned. It probably wasn't often that a woman ran into her in a parking lot, and then some crazy guy opened fire. "I--- I'm Kami," I said softly. "And he's my--- my husband." She nodded, seeming to have gained some understanding. After all, it had been a parking lot of a Woman's Shelter. The question was ... what was SHE doing there? She seemed well-off with a fancy RV and designer clothes. What had she been doing at the shelter? "Don't worry, Kami. I'm going to help you," the woman promised. "I'm known for my wild driving skills." She winked at me, and I stared back, looking dumbfounded. It was an attempt at a joke to lighten the mood, but with the horror of what had just happened, I wasn't laughing. "What's your name... and what were you doing at the shelter?" I asked, glancing down at Kasey whose cries had changed from loud screaming to tiny whimpers. She was quieting and seemed to realize that the danger we had been in was disapating. "I'm Jiana Linx. I am a doctor. And my assistance was needed at the shelter," she said as she was glancing in her side rearview mirror to see if Bryce was still following. "Ohhh... a doctor," I said softly, although Jiana looked nothing like any doctor I had seen before. She was wearing a very tight pair of black jeans. Were they denim... or perhaps they were leather? And she had on dark-purple top that had to be silk. No doctor I had ever known had dressed quite like that. "Actually I am sort of on vacation right now. Been staying in my RV in a nearby campsite. But there was a young woman who had been raped and they asked if I could come to the shelter...." explained Jiana as if she sensed my questions. "So I said I would help." Raped? My heart sank. I knew all about that. Sadly. I looked away from her bright blue eyes and nervously tried to get a view out of the side mirror to see how closely Bryce was following. "Where is he?" I asked Jiana. "Have we lost him?" "I think we have," she said with a little smile, looking quite proud of herself. She did drive like a maniac... and because of that, Bryce had lost us on the country roads. I slowly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it was true; hoping we were actually free of Bryce. "Thank God," I whispered, glancing into Kasey's carseat to see that she had gone to sleep. "I hope he never finds us," I said as I was gazing at my beautiful baby girl. "I won't let him hurt you," Jiana promised. "He'll have to get through me first." "Thank you," I said as I looked up and met her gaze. "You saved me and my daughter." "Well, I am a doctor... and I do all in my power to save lives," Jiana replied. "But saving women from their gun-totting husbands in parking lots wasn't exactly in my job description." Once again, Jiana was speaking in a joking tone of voice, and since now Bryce wasn't anywhere close, I could actually smile. "You were amazing," I said to her truthfully, thankful that her quick thinking had saved me and Kasey. "I'm just glad I was there... and I could help," she replied. "You do realize though, you can't go back to the shelter now. He will be there looking for you...." "Yeah, he won't give up. He'll never give up," I spoke sadly. "Don't worry. You and the baby can stay with me. I will keep you both safe until I can find you another shelter. I won't let him harm you." "Some vacation this has turned out to be for you..." I said, feeling like such a burden. "Nonsense. I have a kid.... and if anyone ever tried to harm a hair on his head... I'd wanna kill 'em." I smiled when she spoke of her little boy. "What's his name?" I asked. "Jaylen. He's three," she said as her pride for her son shown in her expressive blue eyes. "Where is he?" I asked. "He's staying with my best friend. I had a lot on my mind... so I had to get away for a little while. Being close to nature, it helps...." Her voice trailed off, and I sensed there was more, something she wasn't saying. Maybe Jiana had a few demons of her own that were chasing her? "What about his dad?" I asked. "He doesn't have one," she said as she was pulling the RV into a campground. It was near a lake with lots of trees and ever-so-peaceful. "I was artificially inseminated," she went on to say. "Wow," was all I could say. "I wish I had been," I mumbled under my breath. She glanced over at me, but didn't say a word. Jiana pulled into a campsite, parking the RV. "We'll stay here tonight," she said to me. "And tomorrow we will go to Historia. It's a nice place to live. I work at the hospital there." "Do you live there, too?" I asked. "Actually I live on an estate in the country. I don't work as a doctor because I have to, I do it because I love what I do. My best friend provides everything I could ever need. He's the one who got me the land and paid for my mansion to be built," she told me. "Wow, some friend," I said with a big smile. "And he babysits, too?" "Ohhh and get this... he's freakin' hot!" she said with a smirk. I didn't know quite how to respond to that remark. After years of forced sex and abuse by Bryce, I wasn't sure if I could ever look at a guy again and think of him as hot. I was looking at Jiana and not responding, and she must have sensed my inner torment. "Your husband... he abused you badly, didn't he?" she asked as she turned in the driver's seat, gently touching my arm as though to comfort me. I nodded, great-big tears filling my eyes again. "Yeah, he did," I murmured, not able to hold her gaze. The pain was so overwhelming. The horrific memories. "He hurt me.... raped me... abused me..." "I hate him," I went on to say. "I tried to kill him. I didn't succeed, but at least I got me and Kasey away from him." "Kasey," she repeated. "What a beautiful name." Her eyes were now on the car seat where Kasey was peacefully sleeping. "She's so tiny. She can't be very old. Did you just give birth?" "A couple of weeks ago. I've lost track of the days," I admitted. "I gave birth to her all on my own. Didn't even have a doctor." Jiana's eyes widened. "You gave birth and haven't even been seen by a doctor?" "No... uhhhh--- all I wanted was escape. Kasey seemed fine. I didn't go to a hospital because I didn't want them asking a lot of questions." "I could take a look at you... and the baby, too," Jiana offered. She seemed insistant, yet I couldn't imagine anyone looking at me... touching me. "No, I'm fine," I said quickly. "But if you want to look at Kasey, that's okay." "Alright, let's go in back then. I have my doctor's bag back there. Never leave home without it," said Jiana as she lead me to the back of the RV. In the back was the living area, complete with a kitchenette and a small dining table. She gestured for me to take a seat at the table, so she could examine Kasey. I sat down, then gently unstrapped Kasey from the pink car seat, handing her over to Jiana. "So small," Jiana said softly as she marvelled at my baby daughter and tenderly caressed the soft blond baby-fuzz atop her small head. "She looks like you," Jiana said with a smile. I watched as Jiana carefully and gently examined my baby girl. After she was finished, she tenderly placed the sleeping infant back into my arms. "She's very healthy," she said in an almost-whisper. There was a catch in her voice, as though she were struggling not to cry. I wondered at the source of her pain, but thought it not very polite to ask. I looked at her questioningly, yet I didn't pry. She seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden and began insisting once again that she must examine me. "I need to take a look at you, Kami. Just to make sure everything is alright. After all, you gave birth about two weeks ago... without a doctor's assistance. We need to make sure there are no tears... nothing wrong internally... or signs of infection----." "No," I said firmly. There was no way I was undressing and allowing her to examine me or touch me. I would never be that vulnerable again. "Thank you, but I'll be alright," I said, tensing as I sat in my seat at the table. Jiana seemed to read me like a book. She had an enormous amount of compassion, most likely because she was doctor and had seen a lot of things in her years of medical practice. "You're afraid, aren't you?" she asked softly. "Because he hurt you?" "Yes... he hurt me very bad," I said as glanced down at my hands which were clenched from the tension I was feeling. Jiana didn't say anything at first, so I looked up at her. A muscle in her jaw was twitching and she looked furious. "He's an animal," she spoke. "And if I ever see him again, I will kill him myself." I didn't say a word, but once again, huge tears began to fall. They were hot as they hit my hands tightly clenched in front of me. Jiana then sat down next to me at the table, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close. "It's going to be alright, Kami," she said as she pulled me against her warmth. "You're safe here with me. I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise." Strangely, though I barely knew her, I believed her. I found myself wanting to snuggle against her, wanting the warmth of another's touch as I had not had it for over three years. All I had been exposed to was violence, rape, and abuse. Jiana was none of those things. I pressed my face into the curve of her neck and shoulder, wetting her silk blouse with my tears. She smelled of almonds and other sweet scents, and I was comforted. Tenderly her hand began caressing my hair. "Will you help me find my parents?" I asked her softly as she just held me safe in her embrace for the longest while. "Yes, I've decided you are coming home with me. You and Kasey can live with me and Jaylen. We've plenty of room," she said as I felt her place a soft kiss atop my head. "We can get online and start searching for your family." "He kidnapped me when I was only 16 and made me his unwilling bride," I told her as I shuddered in her arms. It all then just came spilling out. Every awful word and memory. I told Jiana everything. About his countless rapes of me... even the skull-fucking. There were lots of tears, but I felt better once I had it all out. After it was over, Jiana held and caressed me. Softly she brushed away my tears from my cheeks. "My best friend has connections," she said to me. "I will tell him where to find this asshole who hurt you. You won't ever be troubled by him again, I promise you. That prick will regret ever harming you." "What is he? Some sort of mob boss?" I asked as I hugged Jiana tight. "Sort of," she said as she pulled back a fraction and looked down into my eyes. "We don't go into the details of his business, because he doesn't want to make me a target. His work is dangerous, so it's best I do not know." "I used to see him all the time before I had Jaylen... now he doesn't come around that often. He's a very busy man." "What's his name?" I asked, no longer crying and needing so much comfort. Even so, I did not leave Jiana's embrace because being this close to her felt so good. "His name is Xane." "And he's Jaylen's biological father," she added. "Wow... did he just, offer his sperm?" I heard myself asking. She laughed softly. "Xane knows everything about me. We've been best friends like forever. And we had talked about how I wanted a child... but not so much a guy or a husband.... so yeah, he just sort of offered..." "Actually he offered a hell of a lot more than that," she said with a chuckle. "I guess it's no secret he's been hot for me since we were in high school. But I told him no.... I didn't want sleeping together to harm our friendship." "Jaylen doesn't know that Xane's his father. In most respects, I raise him all on my own. I had a nanny, but she quit... after---------." Once again, Jiana's voice had trailed off. There was something more... something she wasn't saying. She had that pained expression her face again. A sudden urge came upon me, to kiss her and comfort her. What in the world? Kiss her? I didn't want to really kiss Jiana, did I? I had just met this women... and I didn't like women in THAT way, did I? I suddenly realized I didn't know what I liked or even what I wanted. I had never had time to think about it... not with Bryce's abuse. Now I was free of him and in the company of a beautiful woman, and I was feeling all these stirrings. I didn't know what to think of it. All I knew as that I felt this powerful attraction for Jiana, but it scared the hell out of me. Pulling myself out of her embrace, I moved over on the seat, putting some space between us. I looked at her, all these new realizations having stole my voice. "Jiana, can I ask you something?" I finally spoke. She nodded, seeming still lost in some haunting memory. "Sure, ask away," she said. "You said Xane was hot... but you didn't sleep with him. And you got artificially inseminated because you didn't want to settle down with a guy. Why?" I heard myself asking. "Is it because you don't like men?" Jiana looked speechless, but she didn't seem offended by my question in the slightest. "To be honest, I think you're partially right," she replied. "It's not that I don't like men... because I do." "But I think I like women more," said Jiana. Although I wasn't certain how to respond to her admission, I think that I had instinctively realized she was in fact bisexual. I was attracted to her as I had never before been to anyone else. There was just something about Jiana that made me want to get close to her, as close as possible. With everything that had happened to me, that feeling was as scary as hell. I honestly didn't know how to deal with it. "And do you have a girlfriend?" I asked her. She shook her head. "No... and I haven't for a long time. It's just been me and my little boy," she answered. Again, that painful look came back to her eyes. "I spend too much time at the hospital to have a relationship... but all that's gonna change." My eyes met hers, wondering what exactly she meant by that statement. "You're thinking... thinking of finding someone?" I asked softly. Part of me was feeling hopeful, maybe she was referring to me, to us... but then another part of me didn't even want to go there. "Spending time out here at the lake close to nature, I actually was thinking of meeting someone," replied Jiana. "Someone really special. But the last time I had a girlfriend she just turned out to be a spoiled bitch... all she wanted was my money. She didn't care about me..." I shook my head in disbelief. "She must have been an idiot. I haven't even known you less than a day and I can see that you are wonderful, giving, Angel's Fall Ch. 02 compassionate... She was such a fool to have lost you." Jiana gazed at me, her blue eyes deeply penetrating my green ones. Neither of us spoke and I found myself barely breathing. She looked at me with such desire, as if she wanted to kiss me. If she had kissed me, I probably would have lost it. I was scared, and my heart started to pound erractically. Just then Kasey started to cry, breaking us both out of the trace we had been caught up in. "She's hungry," I said as I was holding the baby in my arms and trying to soothe her. "Do you have bottles... formula?" Jiana asked. "Or are you---?" I could feel her eyes... THERE... on my chest. I nodded. "Do you have some place I can go?" I asked imploringly. "Some place private?" Jiana looked at me knowingly. "The back bedroom," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the RV to the bedroom area. A huge comfy bed seemed to take up the entire room. I sat down on the bed, holding baby Kasey who was hungrily rooting against me, searching for her nourishment. Jiana just stood there, staring for a second. "I'll go start some dinner... and you can feed the baby," she said, turning on her heel and walking away. After she left, I unbuttoned my blouse, guiding Kasey's mouth to my nipple. "What the hell have I gotten myself into, Kasey?" I said softly, looking down at my daughter. Angel's Fantasy Tonight you are off to a club with a couple of your girlfriends the kids are away for the weekend with hubby so you have the house to yourself. As you wander about naked deciding what to wear. You select a nice short sexy black dress, a tight fitting number that will require you to either wear a little thong or nothing at all! Feeling naughty you decide to first insert your duo balls and opt for a sexy cream thong to hold them firmly in place, sliding it up your freshly shaven legs to cover your most intimate of areas. Remembering the new cream bustier your hubby had just bought for your birthday you change your mind about the dress and opt to wear it covered with a silky see trough blouse and a tight fitting cream skirt, finished off with a pair of lacey topped cream hold-ups. Totally unaware that you are being watched you head off for the club. You decide to go to a local one that you can walk to, rather than have to wait for a taxi. As you totter along in your high heals you can feel the duo balls jiggling about inside your pussy, the little metal weights moving around and stirring up that familiar nice feeling making you very wet indeed. Its only just starting to get dark, there is a slight chill in the air but not enough for you to wear a jacket, but you wish that you had as your bustier is very visible trough the sheer material of the blouse. Well you can't see any more than if I had a Basque on you think to yourself and I go out clubbing often enough just wearing one of those and a skirt! The bouncer on the door seems to approve of your choice paying a lot of attention to your outfit as you make you way inside the club. Your girlfriends are already waiting for by the cloakroom and you cross over to the bar on the other side of the dance floor together. While you are all standing waiting to be served a couple of lads start to chat up your friend, you are not impressed by them at all and make your excuses and head for the ladies room. Surprisingly you manage to get a cubicle almost immediately, lifting your skirt and pulling the gusset of the thong to one side you hover over the toilet, the string to your duo balls swinging as you stand there but your desire to urinate has gone, instead you let your right hand travel up your silky thigh up to your shaved tattooed area finding the top of your now very wet pussy, you allow your finger to rub your clit hood catching the new piercing you have had done recently, so instead you play with the more established rings in your labia pulling them gently before allowing your fingers to slip inside your inner labia into the wet opening of your pussy. You push two fingers deep inside yourself and start to drift off forgetting all about the outside world until a knock on the cubicle doors brings you back to reality. "You gonna be much longer in there" a voice calls out as you hastily remove your fingers before licking them clean as you flush the toilet to cover up what you had really been doing. You straighten your outfit an exit the cubicle glaring at the girl waiting outside. Your friends are no where to be seen when you return out onto the dance floor, probably scored with the two blokes from the bar and left already you mutter to yourself what a let down this evening has already become and decide to have an early night at home with your toys! You leave the club and head off down the main road and as it not late decide to take the shortcut over the bridge a route you would usually avoid in the dark late at night. As you cross over the bridge you become aware of footsteps behind you. Deliberately you step up your pace, thinking to yourself that you must not run, knowing that you must show no fear! A would-be rapist would sense your fear and enjoy making you his victim. Your stride increases in an attempt to quicken your pace but still the footsteps behind you draw closer, your heart is now pounding in your chest as the steps draw closer and closer. Your breathing becomes shallower quickening as fear invades your mind, as you reach the bottom of the bridge you to turn to face the source of the sound… but nobody is there is your mind playing tricks on you or have they hidden in the darkness behind the shops or was it just your wishful thinking, a kinky fantasy that you have discussed so many times on-line. You continue on your way, your fear alleviated as you hurry through the cool night for the remainder of the short walk home. From the road you can see your house is in darkness. Funny you think to yourself, as you are almost certain that you left the outside light on when you left. Oh well, my mistake you think, as you walk down the drive toward the front door. As you fumble with your keys you feel a piece of glass braking under foot, you look down to see the broken light bulb on the ground as a gruff voice hisses from behind you, "Don't say a word Slut, and I wont harm you". Fear returns instantly, increasing as you see the glint of the streetlight in the blade of the knife your attacker raises toward your face. Slowly you turn your key in the lock and carefully open the door. With a shove you are pushed through it and into your dark hallway. Instinctively you reach for the light switch but are prevented as your arm is grabbed from behind and roughly pulled behind your back quickly followed by your other arm, they are bound together at the wrists by thick rope. A blindfold is produced; you shiver and meekly allow the attacker to place the blindfold around your head. Then he demands, "Which way to your bedroom Slut?" You point in the vague direction of the stairs, as you are roughly half led and half thrown up them. The first door he opens leads to your bathroom but the next contains a big king size bed you are bundled into the room, presumed to be yours. The bed is perfect with Blackened Chrome & Gold metal headboards almost as if you were accustomed to being tied to it! You are lead to the foot of the bed. Too scared to move, you stand there in the darkness, you can hear your attacker rummaging through what you presume is a bag you mind fills with fear as you wonder what is to happen next. Something soft touches your left ankle, you flinch your leg away, but your ankle is roughly grabbed and wrenched to the corner of the bed and you can feel that it being tied in place. Your other ankle is pulled toward to other side of the bed, you loose your balance and fall forward you waist supported by the metal railing at the foot of your bed your other ankle is secured in place. Now it the turn of your wrists the temporary binding is cut and replaced with a longer rope which is attached to the headboard at the top of the bed. Just to make you a little more secure your knees are also bound to the foot of the bed. So here you find yourself legs spread and arms attached to the headboard bending you over at the waist. The intruder stands back to admire his handy work, before removing the large dive knife from the sheath strapped to his lower leg. Grinning to him self as he proceeds to effortlessly cut through the seam of your skirt, the now useless garment falls to the floor revealing your stocking clad legs and your sexy little undies. Your thin blouse follows revealing the rather sexy cream bustier that you had selected earlier. He watches as you stand shivering, enjoying your discomfort from the position and the humiliation of being semi exposed for his eyes to see, remarking, "You will not struggle or fight me, do exactly as I say and I wont need to hurt you, unless you really want me to!" he says as he gently trails the tip of the knife across your exposed arse. His fingers then find the gusset of your panties and discover just how wet you really are! "Feels like you are really enjoying this", he exclaims as you start to sob in an attempt to prove otherwise, your mind is pleading with him to stop, but you know that eventually you will have no choice but to give in to this violation, and you are secretly starting to enjoy the fact that your wildest fantasy may be about to come true. "I own you tonight, and you are mine to use as I see fit", You can hear him slowly undressing behind you and then you feel the bed move as he climbs onto the mattress, stuffing pillows under your chest raising you up, moving himself into position, to where your mouth is, moving his cock closer to you. "Can you smell me Slut? Can you smell my Cock? Are you ready to suck me?" You shake your head frantically... Not wishing to take another man into your mouth? Wishing now that your hubby was home to save you from this ordeal. You smell and sense his closeness, as suddenly his cock touches your lips, you pull back, but he grabs a handful of your hair and guides your head into position forcing your mouth onto his knob. You clench your lips tight together but you cannot prevent it from invading your mouth. God he is big you cant help but think to yourself as his rock hard cock pounds in and out as he bobs your head up and down onto his lap. His knob hitting the back of your throat, making you gag as each trust seems to go in deeper as his balls touch your chin. You gag for air feeling that you are about to suffocate as your head bobs backwards and forwards, as he uses your hair to guide your mouth just where he wants it. Deliberately and forcefully fucking your mouth, powerful long strokes, pushing right down your throat again and again. Then suddenly he explodes cum rushing down your throat, pulling out allowing you to breath but pinching your nose so you have no choice but to swallow all the contents of your mouth. Letting go of your head he allows your head to slump forward onto the pillows. Abruptly you feel him climb off the bed and secretly you pray your ordeal is now over, but in fact it has only just begun, you hear him walk over to your bedside lamp and switch it on, the light making the vision on the bed even better as your pale skin encased in cream silky undies stands out against the rich blue of the bed linen, time for a photographic opportunity, you moan with disapproval as you hear the sound of a camera clicking away catching your predicament on film or more likely memory card!. You hear him rummaging around your room, you pray to yourself that he does not look in your wardrobe, that he does not find…and then you hear the wardrobe opening, you cringe as you realise what your hubby has hidden in there, please god you pray don't let him find it. A stinging crack of the whip impacts your tender backside. You moan in excruciating pain, and you realise that he has found it! God where will this end? The whip again makes contact with your bare flesh, "You will now beg me for more", he commands, "You obviously enjoy this or why would you have a whip hidden in your wardrobe?" You remain Silent "You are a dirty slut, now beg me to whip you again Whore and you will address me as Master" "Oh please Master please whip me again, whip me harder" You can't believe yourself here you being violated and you are begging this bastard to hurt you! He obliges by adding another 10 stokes of the whip across your arse cheeks. On the last one you shudder to a huge climax. "Now what are you?" he demands "I'm a dirty slut Sir" came your whimpered reply "Louder! I can't hear you!" "I'M A DIRTY SLUT SIR" "That's right you are, and now for failing to ask permission to climax I'll take a few more pictures for my collection slut" "Yes Sir" You meekly agree. Again you hear the clicking of the camera as He starts taking more pictures of his new slut from all angles, making sure to catch the crimson of your arse cheeks. Pulling aside your thong, taking pictures of the duo balls string hanging from your shaven pussy, catching your shame on camera. Then he announced what he has planned for you next! You felt the cold metal of the blade against your skin, the waistband of your sexy thong is no match for the almost surgical sharpness of the stainless steel blade as you feel the flimsy lace panties also join your skirt on the floor. You feel his hot breath on your pussy and take a sharp intake of breath as his tongue flicks across your clit. His tongue continues to move, flicking backwards and forwards across your most sensitive skin, probing into your pussy, playing with the ring in your hood and labia before thrusting deep into your pussy. Your body is now reacting involuntarily as you blush with shame knowing that you cannot prevent yourself from climaxing again if this continues. He is also aware keeping up the teasing, playing, gently nibbling at your clit until you erupt again your body taking over as a wave of ecstasy combined with shame overcomes you as again your climax leaves you panting and crying out for more. "I think your pussy is leaking Slut," your tormentor remarks. "You again will be punished for climaxing without begging for my permission first" and with that you feel another stinging blow of the whip across your already crimson her arse cheeks. You scream again, but this time not with pain, but with pleasure not that you were going to own up to it! Another stroke lands upon your butt, making you groan out loud. Another and another follow, you cant help the shame of it all as here you are being raped but you are dripping all over your discarded panties. "Slut, now you are going to take my cock up your arse but first you will beg me for it." "Oh no please...I only allow my husband to do that!" "Bitch, you will fucking do as you are told you Slut!" "Yes Sir" you realise you have no choice "Fuck my arse please Sir, hurt me and make me take all of you, please sir, I'm begging you" "As you begged so nicely I shall do as you ask"... He positions his rock hard cock on your arsehole, and slowly begins to push. It goes in surprisingly easily. Fuck, hubby must have fucked her arsehole many times before, he thinks to himself, as the warmth and tightness of your arsehole envelops his cock. All thought about this being rape have now gone from your mind, instead here you are moaning telling him that you are already enjoying his cock deep inside you, He starts fucking in and out with long strokes. But it is too slow for you; you strain against your bonds trying to push your arse onto him, trying to get him to do it harder. He obliges but without any kind of warning! Forcefully pushing his cock deep into your tight little ring, straight up to the hilt, keeping it there for a moment. Your scream telling him that you had definitely felt it, but under your blindfold there is no pain, just pure lust on your face. You scream out again so loud that he covers your mouth with his hand until you calm down a bit...fucking your arse, ramming his cock home every time, making sure you get plenty of the pain he now knows you secretly desire! As he draws closer to Cumming he reminds you to beg for the ultimate prize. "Oh please Sir...Cum in my arse" "LOUDER SLUT!" "FUCK MY ARSE SIR, GIVE ME YOUR SPUNK, HURT ME, MAKE ME TAKE IT ALL, please Sir, I'm begging you" you almost whimper the last few words. "I like it rough. Use me like your little slut. I'm all yours! " You say out loud as he grabs hold of your hair, yanking your head backwards, hard. This no longer feels like rape, this is really fucking, almost like making love. He realises you are about to cum, and pounds harder into your arsehole, the feeling welling up inside you is too much with a wail your orgasm explodes, trickling down your thigh and drenching your already soaking hold-ups. As his own orgasm begins to explode as he pushes deep inside you letting his sticky white strands burst deep into your body. Spent, he relaxes slowly withdrawing his cock from your arse as he does so little rivers of semen start to trickle out of your butt running down your thigh toward your lacey stocking tops, again the Digital camera captures the moment. Carefully he removes the blindfold from your face and you stare into his familiar brown eyes, all fear has now gone as you realise that this has all been staged at your request to fulfill your utmost fantasy. "Remember, you are my slut now, and it will always be this way from now on Angel. You wanted to be Raped and now you are enslaved to me" "Yes Emu" murmured Angel, "You were fantastic!"