John Kellerman: Teenage sex slave

I didn't want to hear anything or say anything. I didn't want to be conscious of anything. Except maybe the delicious feel of relaxation. I wished Bobby would leave.

He got up from the bed.

"Guess I'd better go get my clothes and get out of here."

My surprise must have registered with him. He held the door open, the light flooding over, his naked body. I could see the way his cock jutted upwards at an angle. It looked very stiff.

It was weird, but I wanted to say something. Not that I liked him or anything. But… just say something. I mean he hadn't tried to rape me after eating my cunt. He could have, too. I was too weak to fight a fly.

He pushed some of his long hair out of his eyes. Then he was gone, pulling the door closed behind him. Big deal. Just another stupid male. I turned over and hugged the pillow. I had one hell of a time getting to sleep.

"Did you and Lorrie enjoy each other's company last night?" Mother asked.

"Yeah. Fun."

We had just finished breakfast and Lorrie had gone home. Mom liked to sit on the back patio and drink tea before getting into the day. And today was going to be a busy one for her. She was flying to New York to confer with some women's fashion magnates. I was to be left in the hands of Nat Blake. I couldn't believe it.

"Mom. I have something to tell you. It might shock you terribly. It might even hurt you. But I think you should know."

Cathryn smiled at me over her teacup. Her expression was like I'd been complimenting her new hairdo. "Well? I'm all ears."

"Nat Blake did something awful to me yesterday."

"Ohhh?" She poured her teacup full again and stirred in some sugar. She seemed about as interested as if I'd been talking about raising snakes.

"He took down my pants," I said, "right in his office. And he…" I felt my face becoming red.

He felt me up.

"My my," Cathryn tittered. "You always have had such a vivid imagination, Jerilyn. I recall the time you came home from sixth grade and told me how you'd been raped by the man who ran the candy store." She sipped her tea.

"I'm not lying this time."

"Dear, you seem to forget your sad history." My mother could curse me out without frowning. I never could understand how. "You've even seen a psychiatrist about this little quirk of yours… or don't you remember."

"I was just a kid then. This is real!"

"I'm a little surprised at you," she went on, ignoring my frustration, "because Nat thinks too much of you for you to speak of him so cheaply."

"Yeah, he thinks a lot of me all right," I gasped. "He wants to fuck me!"

"I won't, hear that kind of language, young lady!" Mother had stopped smiling. But she still wasn't frowning. I felt I was trying to climb uphill in butter.

"I'm sorry. But if you could only believe…"

"Nat Blake is a dear friend. I won't have his name dragged around like you're doing now. And though you aren't aware of it, both of us have been confiding with your teachers and principal. Nat is to have the utmost freedom in this situation. We all hope he can make you see the light somehow, Jerilyn. You're getting old enough to realize you must think of other people too… not just yourself."

It sounded like gibberish. Oh sure, I was a little headstrong. And I'd made up stories when I was younger. Maybe I still made up a few now and then. Nobody understood me. They all hated me. All at them except Lorrie anyway. And sometimes even Lorrie didn't believe inc. I pressed my lips tight and waited for Cathryn to finish. She rambled about this and that until she finally looked at her watch and stood up.

"Well, I've got to run… my cab should be getting here soon."

"Have a good flight," I said.

I felt putty numb. Nat Blake was going to pick me up in fifteen minutes to drive me out to his summer house. I still couldn't believe it. I received my mother's damp kiss on my forehead and watched her disappear.

The longer I sat there with my tea getting cold, the more I fidgeted. Why should I sit there and wait to be led into the lion's cage? Didn't I have a mind of my own? I humped up finally and ran to my room. I grabbed my bag out of the closet and scooped underwear and clothes from my drawers and threw it all in without bothering to be neat.

I'd go stay with Lorrie. If her folks would let me. It was sure worth a try. Maybe Nat wouldn't know where I was. I'd probably get in one hell of a lot of trouble when Mom came back. But at least I wouldn't have to associate with… Nat. Even the thought of him touching me again frightened me. I thought of Bobby too and got scared. Now that the light of morning had cleared my mind, I could separate the good from the evil a little better. Men were evil.

I found my sandals and strapped them on. I'd need a little something between my feet and the summer pavement to make my escape. I was wearing a pair of faded, cut-off jeans and a denim shirt tied in a knot under my tits to show them off a little too much maybe but I'd finally grown tired of trying to hide them. They sure weren't going to get smaller. I took a quick look in the mirror. I'd braided my brown hair and tied tiny yellow ribbons at the ends. With all my freckles, I looked exactly seventeen. Not a year more or less.

I felt elated that I was taking my life into my own hands. I ran down the hall and flung the front door open… then thumped against Nat Blake's chest.

"Ohhhh…"

He held me gently so I wouldn't fall. "Where do you think you're off to?"

"You were going to wait for me on the front steps, am I right?"

Something about the look, the strong sound of his voice, made me look down at my feet. I nodded slowly. He let go of my arms. He was wearing a pair of Levi's and a casual shirt. He looked younger dressed like that. But he was still Nat Blake. The man who'd taken awful liberties with me…

"I told my mother," I blurted. "I told her everything you did…"

"That's wonderful." He picked up my suitcase where I'd dropped it. "Is this everything you'll need?"

"I guess so." I followed him outside. He locked the house with the key my mother had given him. I wondered for a moment just how many times he'd let himself in with the very same key. So he could crawl between my mother's legs and… The thought made me a little sick.

We got in his car. It was a low slung Mercedes about the same color as my light blue shirt. The top was down and, as Nat drove the powerful car, I saw that a woman could be romanced by such stuff. Not me though. I was mad and scared. I was even thinking of jumping from the car if he stopped at a light. But Nat hit every one on the green and soon we were winding up out of town on the old cliff road where the fancy houses were.

Nat's villa was surrounded by woods and orchards. For a town the size of Rutherford, his place was something special. Everybody understood how Nat Blake was so successful. He was the kind of man who was born to be successful. Everything he touched turned to gold.

He parked the car and led me into the house. He wasn't really holding onto me. But his hand was right there. In case I started to run maybe. A hired man opened the front door for us. He looked at me nonchalantly. Maybe he got paid to act dumb.

"This is Miss Jerilyn Clinton. She'll be staying with us for a while." The man, I guess he was the butler, started upstairs with my bag. Nat went somewhere else. I looked around, shrugged and then followed the butler.

It was a spacious room with flowers on the dresser. I kept glancing at myself in the big oval mirror. I hadn't ever seen a mirror quite that big in a bedroom. I started back out when the butler did.

I followed him down to the stairwell, but then he turned and shook his head.

"Mr. Blake wants you to stay upstairs."