Author: Sterling Title: Locked Up Naked in the Bathroom Together Sequel Summary: A sequel to "Locked up naked in the bathroom together". The mysterious kidnappers remove the first two pregnant girls from the bathroom one at a time, and then mysteriously release all the others at once. Jim faces statutory rape charges, but is exonerated. Then child pornography composed of erotic scenes caught by the ceiling cameras is released. The humiliating publicity drives the former captives together in a large secluded house. We hear the fate of the former captives, including Jim's marriage to Caroline. Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons het slow NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 6/25/2017. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Locked Up Naked in the Bathroom Together Sequel This is a sequel to "Locked up naked in the bathroom together" (/~Sterling/lockedupnaked1.html OR /files/Authors/Sterling/Locked%20Up%20Naked%2 0in%20the%20Bathroom%20Together.txt) A brief synopsis of the original: Jim (age 48) is startled to wake up naked in a small bathroom, in the company of four equally naked girls: Anne (15), Liz (13), Caroline (11), and Kira (7). They were all apparently drugged and abducted the same night from the vicinity of Cambridge, Massachusetts. The bathroom is locked and no one hears their screams for help. But a dispenser on the wall seems to offer an unlimited supply of liquid food, so they can survive indefinitely. First they learn to deal with their nakedness and total lack of privacy, then with the sexual temptations. Liz and Anne are both interested in Jim, who has strongly conflicted feelings but gives in, doing his best to avoid any pregnancies. After three months their captors offer drawings that suggest that when any of the girls gets pregnant, she will be released. Jim is upset by the coercion involved, but soon gives in and the small room becomes a breeding zone. Liz gets pregnant, and Anne follows a few months later. They wake up one morning and Liz is gone. And then a few days later when they wake up there is a new girl. ============================================================ "What's your name?" asked Caroline softly. "Emily," said the new girl. "I don't understand! What's happening? Where am I?" She started to cry. The girls explained the situation. Emily took her turn pushing against the door for all she was worth and screaming at the top of her lungs. Jim stayed in the background, turned away, wanting to keep his male equipment out of view until Emily could get adjusted to the many other shocking things. Within a few minutes, he noticed that high above on the wall, the drawing of the very pregnant Liz walking through a meadow had been replaced by one of a very pregnant Emily on a dance floor. At the sight his cock started swelling quickly, so he was glad he was turned away from the others. When it had subsided, he discreetly pointed out the new drawing to Anne. She rolled her eyes, smiled at him, and then looked in Emily's direction with sympathy. Over the course of hours Emily gradually took it all in. She saw the drawings high up on the walls and they explained the sexual situation, with Liz pregnant and gone, Anne now pregnant and Caroline trying to get pregnant by Jim. She did not want to have sex with Jim, period! She was a virgin and wanted to stay that way. When the girls tried reasoning with Emily about how surely she wanted to go free, it was Jim who emphasized that it should be totally up to her. Like the others, Emily was quite lovely. While her breasts were small, she was 13 and confided to having had regular periods for some time. When Jim consulted his feelings honestly, he realized he'd love to have sex with her. Sure, he'd be as gentle and understanding as she wanted, but what he wanted most himself, when all was said and done, was to ram his cock home in her vagina and ejaculate, hoping to make her pregnant. Emily understood that Jim couldn't constantly be turned away from her, and he showed her his manly front side when his cock was small. She also understood that she would hear Jim and Caroline making love sometimes. Knowing Anne was pregnant, Emily was surprised to hear that he would be making love to her sometimes too, and they pointed out that sex is a strong desire and Anne still wanted it. When Kira started describing how she was involved in the sex too, Jim had an impulse to quiet her as it might shock Emily. But he couldn't try to silence dear Kira. Emily hadn't tried to live in close quarters with sex going on everywhere around her for months like the rest of them had. And so with Liz removed and Emily added, they went back to living as a group of five. Emily got the tub except for the few days when Caroline had her period. Emily naturally saw Jim with an erection sometimes. He couldn't help seeing her breasts and pussy. Emily seemed to get used to both looking and being looked at, though Jim tried as always to avoid any hint of ogling. Emily got her period a week after her arrival. As her fertile period approached, she remained as adamantly opposed to sex with Jim as ever. But he had an idea and decided he would let Kira raise it because she would be part of it. Kira was as usual excited to be included. When it was explained to her, Emily grudgingly agreed. For four days in a row, Jim pulled his cock out of Caroline's pussy just as his orgasm was starting and instead ejaculated into Kira's hand. She then went to the tub. Jim wasn't allowed to watch, but he was terrifically excited imagining it. He could imagine Emily lying back with legs spread, peeling her pussy lips apart and holding them wide open while Kira took a blob of Jim's sperm on her finger and plunged it deep into the fertile vagina, then another blob and another. Actually, Kira explained later, Emily insisted on taking the sperm on her own finger and sticking it in her vagina. Kira didn't think she got it very deep, either. Jim figured she was ambivalent about getting pregnant, even by artificial insemination, and that was totally understandable. Enthusiastic or not, Emily missed her next period. A little dab of sperm just inside her vagina on the right day was all it took. When Jim made love to Caroline... they kissed, and he gave her an initial orgasm with his tongue if she was feeling up for it. And then, on top of her, he plunged his cock into that alluring spot between the legs of her 12-year-old body and thrust hard and fast and deep, the way both of them liked it best. Often they kept their gaze locked on each other as they seized up with orgasm at the same moment and Jim shot more sperm deep into her vagina, trying his hardest to start a baby. Then they kissed some more. It was the best sex of his life, but it did not start any babies. And then one morning they awoke from a drugged sleep to find that Anne was missing. First Liz, then Anne. Among a complicated mix of feelings and thoughts was an obvious question: Would Anne be replaced too? ============================================================ Months earlier... Liz woke up and knew at once that she was no longer in the bathroom! Her excitement fought against her drugged state and soon won out. She was in a hotel room. The clock showed 6am. She was still naked but there was a robe beside her on the bed. It was the first clothing she had seen in ten months. With the robe on she hurried to the door. It opened! -- a small miracle she never forgot. In the hall she made her way to the elevator and down to the front desk. She explained who she was and the hotel clerk called the police. "A lawyer. I have to speak to a lawyer," she said over and over again. Jim had spent hours on the topic of needing to speak to a lawyer, complete with examples and horror stories. She revealed to the police what they had agreed. Yes, Jim, Anne, Caroline and Kira were all alive and well last she knew. Yes, she was pregnant (duh). The father of the baby? She needed to speak to a lawyer! The police reluctantly stopped their questioning. So did the doctor, after he determined she was healthy. Then she got to see her parents, and while she cried and hugged them and the baby kicked between them and they asked a million questions including who the father of the baby was -- still, she needed to speak to a lawyer! Finally she got to speak to a lawyer. --------------------------------------------------------- Finally free of the need to hold back, she spoke for hours over the course of days. Bob Johnson was senior attorney in the well-known Boston firm that agreed to represent her. Between sessions he made inquiries. In their long days together, each of the captives had shared with the others things that no one outside of their immediate family would know, and all of them had memorized the stories. Bob's associates had verified her stories with all of the relatives -- even Jim's estranged ex-wife and children. It was proof she had been in intimate contact with all of the others. With all the information gathered, it was time to decide what to do. "So, let's review. You realize this is a huge news story. Four girls and a man vanish on the same night. And now one of them has reappeared and verified that she was with all the others. A natural theory after the disappearances was that Jim had abducted you all. You have said repeatedly he didn't, though I'm not positive that you have enough evidence to be sure of that. In any event, the police and public won't be convinced. You are clear that Jim is the father of your baby. That will be confirmed when the baby is born based on genetic tests of his own children. That makes him guilty of rape." "He never raped me!" "I know, I know," said Bob with a sigh. "We've been over this. I am glad that he never forced you, but as you were under the age of consent, that's how the law looks at it. In any case, since you don't want to incriminate Jim unnecessarily, we won't address that subject at all." Liz looked down and frowned. Jim had pointed out to the girls over and over how he had broken the law, but within that tiny space, it didn't seem real. Now Liz realized it was very real. "Now, the police and public opinion will be unsympathetic if you don't do what you can to help them locate the place and free the others. So you will talk to the police once, with me there to help, and speak only about things that are directly relevant to that." "There's nothing I can think of." "Well, sounds perhaps?" "There were no sounds." "Well, that's information already, right? And did you ever hear rain on the skylight?" "Yeah, now and then." "OK, then. So, you say what you know and maybe it's not much. You will say nothing about what was inside the place or what any of you did so as to not risk incriminating Jim." Liz nodded. "Now, what strains all credulity is your story of being confined in a single small bathroom for all those months. The lab tests do show that you've had a uniform diet lately, which is consistent with your story of the single dispenser of liquid food. But the rest is just going to be very hard for the public to believe." "It's true!" Liz moaned. She had experienced it, and didn't like people assuming she was a liar! But she also understood that it was an extremely unusual story. "But OK, go on." "If Anne is released shortly and tells her story to her attorney, and if it matches closely to yours, then that will be some evidence in favor of this incredible situation you describe. And... you realize that you and your families also may stand to make quite a bit of money selling your story, and that suggests we not say much about the specifics." Liz sighed. She didn't care about money. She wanted the other four to be released! "The stranger the story, the more interest there will be in buying it. Meanwhile, we have to know what I should say to the public right after we meet with the police. First, we'll say that you've spoken to police to give all the information you can to help locate and free the others. Next, based on the information you have provided, I can confirm that you were in close contact with the other four. Next, the five of you were confined in a small apartment together and never allowed to leave or communicate with anyone outside." "It wasn't an apartment!" "I know, I know... but don't you see?... we have to tell a story people will believe. It's not exactly a lie, right? It was just an extraordinarily small apartment!" Liz shrugged. The baby kicked. "Yeah, extraordinarily small." She had an image of a family of five looking for a place to live and some real estate agent showing them the bathroom... "See how cozy it is!" "We will confirm that you are pregnant and the baby is due in 3 months, but say nothing about who the father is. People who don't assume that Jim is behind the whole thing may be inclined to think that your kidnapper is the father." "OK." "You would also like to say that Anne is pregnant too, but you're willing to go along with my judgment not to mention that." "OK." "Finally, you believe everyone is in good health. And I think that's it." Liz nodded. She'd told her parents everything and trusted them to keep her secrets. They didn't believe her story of the bathroom any more than the lawyer did. She tried not to let it bother her. The rule for all of them was to never speak to the press. Best of all -- speak to nobody. She had tried seeing a couple of her closest old friends, but it was really strained. Their experiences had just been so different over the past several months, and she couldn't even afford to tell them about it. A policeman had been stationed outside their house for a couple weeks to keep the press away. But everyone was watching, and reporters still stopped by from time to time. She could go out, but all eyes would be on her. So mostly she stayed at home. But... she wore clothes! She slept not on a camping mattress but in a bed -- all alone! She used the bathroom and took showers -- alone! She ate an amazing variety of foods. She watched TV, read books, and surfed the web -- all things we take for granted but had been impossible for her for many months. She wasn't totally alone. There was the baby. Initially she wasn't positive what to do. Abortion was no longer a possibility, but adoption was. But she wanted a baby too, and it was hard to imagine it out there in the world and her knowing nothing about it. Her parents thought they could find a way for her to continue her schooling. --------------------------------------------------------- Anne woke from a drugged sleep and knew she was no longer in the bathroom! She was in a hotel room! She was still naked, but there was a robe beside her. She went through the same steps as Liz. One big difference was that she was granted a chance to speak to an attorney with less resistance. --------------------------------------------------------- Attorney Jason Matthews sat in the conference room with Bob Johnson for hours, going over piles of documents. Finally, he sat back in his chair. So did Bob. "Their stories match amazingly well. I don't think any two kids could make up a story like this and be so perfect on all the details." "Me neither. Shit, four girls and one man, naked in a bathroom for months! They'll make millions from this!" "Yes, I'd say so." "But as for the guy... Man, I don't envy him if he's ever released." ============================================================ Jim woke from a drugged sleep. He was no longer in the bathroom! He was in a hotel room! He heard a groan. Beside him on the bed was Caroline. On the other queen-size bed were Emily and Kira. That was everyone -- Anne hadn't been replaced. They were all naked. In this new environment the nakedness surprised him, but there was a robe beside each one. He staggered quietly to the door -- it opened! Then he decided to wait until the others woke up. When they did, amid the strange mix of excitement and post-drug lethargy, he stressed once more to everyone the mantra... I want to see a lawyer, right now! Dread surged through him. He imagined a jail cell. Sort of like a bathroom -- it would have a toilet -- but far more depressing. And he'd be alone. And suddenly that aspect seemed very, very sad to him. It had nothing to do with the sex -- it was just the wonderful young people he would no longer see. As he expected, he was immediately taken into custody, denied bail, and would never be truly free again unless he was found not guilty of the charges against him. --------------------------------------------------------- Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have heard the evidence against my client, James Mansfield. There is no question that he had sex with three of the girls. They were below the age of consent, so it was against the law as written. If he had done this under any remotely usual circumstances, his guilt would not be in question. And yet these were anything but normal circumstances. If the situation is different enough, the law may not apply. For instance, it is just common sense that when you are faced with two choices, you do the one that causes least harm, even if it is illegal. You've heard at length from two witnesses, Elizabeth and Anne. They are fine, resilient young women who have responded calmly and convincingly to refute the efforts of the opposing counsel to cast doubt on their testimony. You know they stand behind Mr. Mansfield 100% and refuse to condemn any choice he made. Elizabeth and Anne have testified about a most extraordinary situation -- over ten months of captivity under incredible circumstances, locked up naked in one small bathroom together. They and the two other girls, Caroline and Kira, who have not appeared before you, all provided independent accounts of what happened. You've heard how their stories, though given independently, match almost perfectly in every detail. The idea that they could all have concocted such a story is even more incredible. It really happened the way they said! Mr. Mansfield was naked in front of these girls. Ordinarily that would constitute terrible judgment on his part. They were naked in front of him. Any reasonable man would get out of the situation -- but he couldn't! Sometimes he got erections in the presence of the girls, and they saw. This could be considered sexual abuse -- but he couldn't get away, and can we fault him for getting erections? Surely no one can fault him for the first one the girls saw, when he was asleep! All healthy males get erections periodically through the night, having nothing to do with sexual thoughts or intentions. I beg you to consider the extraordinary circumstances this man and these girls were in. Imagine yourself trapped in a small room with no idea how you got there and no idea when -- if ever -- you would be released. That's hard enough. Imagine sharing this small room with another person -- quarters are very tight, and you never have any real privacy. Now add another person, so there are three of you. And another, so there are four -- and another, so there are five of you. The stress of this situation could excuse almost any behavior. What's more, all of you are naked. Every time you urinate or defecate, the others are right there with you. It's surprising there were no violent altercations, no girls in hysterics or lapsing into lethargic depression. By all accounts, Mr. Mansfield exerted tremendous leadership in keeping the girls' spirits up. He insisted they keep careful track of the days, and coordinated their efforts to call for help. He ran organized sessions of sharing stories. He ran a school! The girls all describe how he met with them individually, to listen to their feelings and accept them without judgment -- serving as a good psychotherapist in a situation where they needed it! But there was no psychotherapist for him. And then let us get to the matter of sexual desire. You men in particular may consider what it's like when a beautiful girl in a bikini walks by you. Recall those powerful surges of interest and desire. You suppress them, and you may feel guilty, but they are strong! Imagine instead it's a prolonged visit with the girl -- she's sitting on the couch with you. Or imagine that the girl is there day in and day out. And now imagine that she's not wearing even a bikini! And now imagine there are two of them! Erections are largely involuntary, so if in this situation your animal nature thinks sexual thoughts, the erection is on display for all the girls to see. And yet -- all the evidence is that Mr. Mansfield never once initiated a sexual contact with any of the girls. Although there were increasing levels of intimacy, each was enthusiastically initiated by the girl in question. And you women may recall your own experience as a young teenager, when hormones raged. Remember how boys looked suddenly very attractive. And perhaps you recall some of your male teachers? You see Mr. Mansfield before you -- he may not be a girl's dream in every respect, but my female colleagues tell me he is plenty attractive. In this small bathroom, he is naked. You see his occasional erections. You can't ever get more than a few feet away from him. You realize he sees you naked all the time. Lying in bed at night is when we often let our fantasies roam -- but here you are sleeping naked next to this man, all night long. Can you feel the sexual frustration and temptation in this tiny room? Usually the presence of others could be a natural damper, but the other three are there constantly and you cannot escape their presence for any activity -- they watch the blood seep out of you when you have your period! And returning to Mr. Mansfield -- he doesn't ogle or leer despite the naked female bodies all around him. He is kind to everyone. He is a leader. And then, in the night, one of these beautiful young girls who sleeps beside him snuggles up against him and asks for sex. He refuses but she asks the next night too. Just how much blame can we put on him for giving in? You heard one of our experts testify that under these extraordinary circumstances, sexual fulfillment may have been a stabilizing influence, helping them all to retain their sanity and equanimity. Yes, there was jealousy between Elizabeth and Anne. But polygamy is a common human pattern, and even if they don't like it, women do live with it. Consider what is not at all a common human pattern: expecting sexually mature males and females to live in close proximity, naked, with no prospect of separation and yet to remain celibate. It is unheard of! Sexual satisfaction may have helped Mr. Mansfield, Elizabeth and Anne to stay sane and reasonably cheerful, so that they in turn could guide the two younger girls. You have heard that Mr. Mansfield also had sex with the next-younger girl, Caroline, who was only eleven. This may shock you and make you uncomfortable. Yet the stories all agree that Caroline also showed definite signs of sexual development. She was well on her way to looking like an adult woman. She had periods. Mr. Mansfield never came on to Caroline -- the girls' stories all agree on that. Imagine now -- Caroline is also naked, and she is hearing and can't avoid catching glimpses of sexual intercourse happening a few feet away from her. It is no surprise that her sexual desires were awakened a bit earlier than they might otherwise have been. And when she expressed her sexual desire to Mr. Mansfield, you could view it as an act of fairness and kindness that he had sex with her just like the other two. You also have to remember the extreme uncertainty and stress they were all under. They had been abducted, a very serious crime. Who knew what their kidnappers might do next? They could all be killed. They might never get out. The food supply might stop and they would starve to death. The water might turn off and they would die of thirst, even sooner. It is easy to say, "Well, they would all be released in a year, why couldn't Mr. Mansfield resist temptation that long?" But they had no idea when they would be released or if they ever would be released! Most girls look forward to marriage. Sex is the act that defines marriage and sets it apart from other bonds between people. Sex is one of life's major milestones. It was entirely likely that if they abstained, the girls would die without ever knowing what it was like. Mr. Mansfield knew this too. Mr. Mansfield's next accomplishment was careful use of the rhythm method to make sure that none of the girls got pregnant. He recognized rightly that as long as their conditions continued as they were, a pregnancy and birth would be extremely hazardous and stressful. Yes, the rhythm method is not 100% effective, but keep in mind the enormous risk and uncertainty they lived under in all respects. In any case, he made it work. Then we come to the second phase of their imprisonment. The drawings high up on the walls were the first communication from the kidnappers in months. The drawings gave the clear impression that the girls would be released if they got pregnant. It was Mr. Mansfield who resisted the longest, and finally gave in to the girls' entreaties to try to make them pregnant. Surely under these circumstances no one can fault Mr. Mansfield for having sex with the girls. He was doing his part to try to save their lives! If he had abstained for the initial four months, the girls still would not have emerged as virgins. He would have achieved nothing but four months of frustration for the girls. After Liz's pregnancy was far advanced and she was removed from the room while the others slept, a new girl Emily was added. Emily did not want sex with Mr. Mansfield, and he never even suggested it. Remember this, lest we think that he would have eventually forced himself on the other three girls if they hadn't gotten around to initiating sex themselves. We have no idea where Mr. Mansfield and his companions were held or who the kidnappers were. We have no idea why the kidnappers chose to release the final four captives all at once. We are uncertain as to the motives of the kidnappers. Our best guess is that they contrived a situation that would cause create enormous sexual tension. In this they succeeded, and created an artificial world where our normal moral standards cannot be applied. In conclusion, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I ask you to consider the extraordinary circumstances faced by Mr. Mansfield, circumstances that we cannot imagine. They were captives, they were in incredibly tight quarters and were naked, and had no idea what future lay in store for them. I ask you to consider the unbelievable sexual tension they were all under, and consider that the girls initiated all the sexual intimacy. I ask you to consider that Mr. Mansfield was kind and fair, and kept the entire group in reasonably good spirits and psychological health, where a less capable and just man might have presided over horror. He agreed to having sex with the girls, but never did one single thing they did not agree to. After everything else I've said, perhaps you still believe Mr. Mansfield didn't make the best choices. I suggest that the psychological stress Mr. Mansfield and his group faced should give rise to compassion. None of us can imagine what it was like for him. Would any of you men volunteer to share a small bathroom naked, with four attractive girls, for a year to find out for yourselves how easy celibacy might be? Would any of you women volunteer your husband for the same situation, confident that surely HE would stay celibate? And so I ask you to find my client not guilty of the charges against him. --------------------------------------------------------- The jury remained deadlocked after nine days of deliberations. Learning that nine members were for acquittal and the three hold-outs were for conviction, the judge was tempted to declare a mistrial, but Jim's attorneys argued strenuously for them to continue deliberating. After a further two days Jim was found not guilty on all counts. --------------------------------------------------------- The captives negotiated a joint book contract. The original five got equal shares, and Emily got half a share. Although each of the girls had legal expenses, the payments covered left each of them in comfortable circumstances. Jim was not so lucky, as he spent just about all of his share of the proceeds on his legal defense. Immediately after each girl was released, psychotherapists were engaged. There were individual sessions and group sessions with different configurations of the girls and sessions with their families. After his exoneration, Jim met with each girl's parents for sessions alone with them. Jim and his lawyers convinced the families of all the girls to hold Jim harmless and not sue him. They were aided in this by the girls themselves, who threatened to never forgive their parents if they had sued. A firm was engaged to help ensure the privacy of all six of them from prying journalists and the curious. The girls gave birth in sequence, of course. First Liz, then Anne, and finally Emily. When Jim was finally released from custody after his trial he got to meet all three of his children in group settings. It was weeks after his release before Jim finally got to be alone with any of the girls. He had had sexual intercourse with them in the past, and while the jury had forgiven him under those extraordinary circumstances, there was no prospect of forgiveness if anything happened now! But eventually parents were placated and he could finally be alone with them, relax, and speak honestly and from the heart. --------------------------------------------------------- "He's beautiful," he said softly as Liz presented the young toddler Jake. The boy looked up at this new man with open curiosity. "Say hi to daddy," said Liz, but Jake didn't understand and turned away. With Jake in his playpen, Liz motioned Jim to rise so they could hug. After a moment she squirmed against him and Jim instantly broke away. "It's so weird, isn't it... Everyone knows we did it, and you're the father of my baby, but if you like put your hand on my breast then you'd be guilty of a new crime." "That's right," said Jim with a sigh. After a pause, Liz said, "What I just did wasn't very nice of me." No reply was needed. Jim slouched on the couch with his legs splayed in front of him. Liz sat beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. That, Jim figured, was legal. "No one understands," Liz said. "Anne and Caroline understand. Kira does to some extent, but she's so young. And you understand. But no one else." "Yeah, I can imagine," said Jim. "So... you want to be Jake's daddy?" "As best I can. It's kind of like joint parenting after you're divorced, but unlike my ex we're on good terms -- so far." "I think we'll always be on good terms," said Liz with a smile. --------------------------------------------------------- Jim's visit with Anne and her little girl Sophie was similar, though Anne didn't grind her hips against him when they hugged. The visit with Emily and little John was less emotional. Emily had only been in captivity for three months, and she had never engaged in any sex. When Jim and Emily looked at each other, they saw someone they'd lived with in very close quarters, naked, but they didn't see a lover -- even though Jim was John's father. It was fun to see Kira, and she was delighted to give him a big hug. She seemed to be doing well. The most painful visit was with Caroline. When they broke their pro forma hug and sat down to talk, neither could meet the other's gaze. They had been in love with each other, and they still were. "I don't have a baby as an excuse for us to get together," she said sadly. "In the long run, I think that will be good," said Jim. "Yeah," said Caroline, unconvinced. "Though... I would have loved to have a baby with you." Caroline looked up at him and sighed. "Me too! Part of me at least. I've gone over it with my therapist. I'm supposed to think of what we did as being sexually abused, and try to heal from the trauma." "And that doesn't sound right to you?" "No!" "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Maybe you should get another therapist?" "Maybe... but that's what my parents want me to think too." Caroline's parents had remained cold towards Jim. His own therapist pointed out that it made sense. First, there was no bond of "father of the grandchild" to argue for staying on good terms, and she had been the youngest of his lovers -- the most scandalous liaison of all. And although his attorney had spun the story in a simpler direction, Caroline had known for some time that Jim desired her sexually before she became interested herself. Jim was able to work four days a week at a new job that involved no customer contact. He was comfortable with a few close friends who stood by him without reservation, but he let other friendships lapse. If there was ambivalence that could not be quickly overcome, Jim made no further effort to be in touch. And he spent many evenings a week visiting his three children in their different houses in Cambridge and Arlington. ============================================================ When the police asked for an urgent meeting with Jim, he was very curious to find out what the matter was right away -- but still followed his own advice and insisted on bringing his attorney along. The detective didn't waste time on preliminaries. "There is some new child porn that's being distributed and shared. It's from the cameras in your bathroom. We can identify all five of the original captives in it -- none has emerged so far showing Emily." "Holy shit," said Jim. "Ordinarily I'd be forbidden from showing it to you, but we do have a compelling interest in verifying that it is real, and not some very clever video editing technology." Jim looked at his attorney, who nodded. A few minutes later he was looking at a high-resolution video. It was immediately apparent that it was actual footage of the actual room -- the details came back to Jim with a wave of nausea. Seeing the five of them sharing that tiny space was startling -- he'd never seen it from above, naturally. How had they managed? Here he was making love to Liz. It showed him mounting and inserting his penis and then thrusting. And then his heart broke as it panned out to show Caroline in the tub, face contorted with anguish. She'd been very quiet, of course, and she had privacy from the other four of them -- but not from the cameras above. The video zoomed back to him making love to Liz. She looked at him lovingly, but his face showed mostly lust, while below his ass undulated with vigor. What people would see was him fucking a 13-year-old. Jim started crying, and the detective stopped the video. After he composed himself the detective said there were a few more to check. So he got to watch himself screwing Anne, and licking out Caroline, and then screwing Caroline -- screwing an 11-year-old, who really did not look so sexually mature in the picture. Would it mean anything to viewers that her beautiful face regarded him so tenderly? In a word: no. "Is there footage of me appearing to do anything sexual with Kira?" he asked. The detective looked down and said, "Some appears to, yes." "Yeah," he said. "She was feeling left out..." "Stop!" said his attorney with some heat. "Oh, right," said Jim. The detective said, "I will take it you feel these are authentic? That you see no evidence of video editing?" "You can give an initial, informal impression," interrupted the attorney. The detective gave him a dirty look and sighed. "Yeah, they appear to be the real thing," Jim said. The attorney asked, "So, how widely are these being distributed?" "It's not too far at this point -- mostly Eastern Europe. But we expect that when anyone recognizes you as the victims of a real kidnapping, it will be distributed very widely. Very quickly." --------------------------------------------------------- There was barely time to spread the bad news to the girls by way of their parents before the movies went viral. There was no way that anyone could show them to the girls, as they were highly illegal child porn. And yet millions of people were looking at them. Now whenever the girls went out they noted a mix of reactions. Naturally there were many who hadn't seen the videos, but plenty had. Some people hurriedly looked away. Some said, "Gosh, I feel so bad for you." Others tried to cover smirks. Some laughed out loud. And inevitably a few boorish types said, "I don't need to imagine what you like naked -- I know!"Wow, I'd love to get into your pants!" or "Oh, baby, you are hot!" Naturally this made going out a highly distressing experience. It was a new sort of nakedness, far worse in some ways than what they had endured in the bathroom. Naturally they didn't remember everything that had happened over all those months. Some selection of it, presumably the most sexual and the most embarrassing, was out there for millions to see -- but they couldn't know what it was themselves! When text summaries came their way, it confirmed their worst fears. Notably, the tub was a place where a girl could cry or seethe or masturbate in private, but the cameras from above caught it. The videos put an entirely different complexion on Jim's behavior. The extenuating circumstances were all lost -- what they saw Jim abusing a bunch of underage girls. He was immediately subjected to death threats, and after an angry man screamed at him from inches away, he received police protection. Enormous public pressure built for prosecuting Jim again. But because he had been acquitted, this was legally impossible under double jeopardy provisions. If the judge in the first trial had declared a mistrial, his situation might have been very grim indeed. But along with the gut-level hatred, there were others who realized how impossible his situation had been, and a substantial fund accumulated to help him and the girls deal with the situation. --------------------------------------------------------- Even in Massachusetts, not a notable home for the rich and famous, there are those who value privacy and security above all and have estates constructed with that in mind. Jim's fund bought one such estate. He went there and never left the premises for twenty-seven years. He worked part-time online, anonymously. He occupied the guest house. The main house had rooms allotted for the five girls and their three children, under the supervision of an older woman who served as something of a chaperone, nanny, and home schooling supervisor. The girls could come and go as they wished without fearing for their safety, but more and more they considered it their home, especially Anne, Liz and Caroline. Their parents visited at times. Jim spent considerable time at the main house visiting with his children, and also with the girls who had shared the bathroom with him during those fateful months -- but never alone. The entire complex was dubbed by some the Restroom Rest Home. They commissioned the construction of a replica of the bathroom they had occupied, based on their memories, exact dimensions determined from the porn videos. They found a liquid complete food that was more or less like what the door dispenser held, but they all agreed it didn't taste the same. They installed devices up high that looked like cameras, but made very sure that they were just models. As part of processing the experience, they could go into the room alone or in combination. The girls sometimes went in naked to make the experience more authentic. But on those occasions when Jim was present everyone remained clothed. Now and then, when they felt strong enough, one or the other of the girls wanted to see the actual footage of a porn scene that they had read a description of. There were places to go outside where certain tech-savvy people were willing to show them the illegal video. Usually it was a relief to see that the actuality was not as bad as the description suggested. What the video often captured that the description never did was the mindset and circumstances that made their actions entirely reasonable and nothing to be ashamed of. Jim's estranged children in California eventually decided to reach out to him and they developed a warm relationship. They visited him in the Restroom Rest Home from time to time with their own children. Anne had a classmate Daniel she had known from before the ordeal. He contacted her when the porn was revealed and showed steadfast support and compassion. He and Anne started dating and he became her full-time lover. He moved to the house too, and Anne bore a son who was five years younger than her daughter Sophie. Eventually they got married. There were two classmates that Liz had known before. She dated one and he moved to the estate but left after a year. The other lasted two years and fathered a pair of boy-girl twins with her, but the partnership did not last. Very little of the porn included Emily, and what there was was not especially explicit or damning. A year after it appeared, she left for Los Angeles with her son John, married, and had one more child. Kira was young enough during the imprisonment that maturity made her look substantially different than she did in the porn. She left after three years and with her parents moved to Maryland, where she changed her name and went on to live a normal life free of notoriety. She was a lesbian who had a series of partners but never married. Caroline lived in the house, refusing to visit her parents in Cambridge, though they did come to see her for increasingly strained visits. Sixteen was the age of consent in Massachusetts, and on her sixteenth birthday she moved in with Jim to the guest house. When she was eighteen she bore their first child. She and Jim married quietly, and had four more children. Her parents finally and grudgingly accepted Jim and admitted that it was a happy marriage. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hello, Jim my dearest." Caroline approached with a tablet in her hand. "What's up, Line?" They kissed. "See what we have here on Jacob's tablet? Steel yourself." Caroline watched Jim's eyes go wide. It was the footage that showed Jim taking her virginity on her twelfth birthday! "What... he's not supposed to have that." "No, of course not. I'll give him a good talking-to and he may lose some privileges." "There's that, but what about the law?" "Yeah, maybe we should erase it, if we can find out how to do it thoroughly. But first..." Caroline restarted the segment. "You're still very hot, my dear, but look how hot you were back then!" "Oh, that's sweet of you... but the one to look at is you! You are gorgeous! An angel!" "I'm not acting like an angel." Her sexual hunger leapt out of the video screen. "And I'm eleven years old." "You were so hot back then... You got more mature but you never got hotter. And since your birthday was the next day and it was after midnight, you were actually twelve." "Pervert." Caroline felt the front of Jim's robe. He was erect. He was pushing seventy, and erections didn't happen so often. "Will you do me?" she asked softly. "Strike while the iron is hot?" "OK!" said Jim, eyes alight. Caroline shut the tablet and put it aside, but caught Jim's disappointment. "Oh, fine, pervert!" she said good-naturedly, bringing up that video of their first intercourse once more. "You can imagine I still look like that too," said Jim. Caroline didn't reply. She was on her back on the bed, naked, legs spread wide. During any day of their current life together, she could assume this position and Jim would lick her out tenderly and slowly and she could have satisfying release. But now he had an erection, and that was a precious thing. He lowered himself onto her, she aimed, and he plunged in to the hilt. The 32-year-old Caroline watched the video of the 11-year-old Caroline getting shafted for the first time. She might have only been eleven, but she obviously wanted it and wanted it bad. The present-day Jim of unreliable erections plunged deep, paying no attention to how she felt, and that's just what she wanted. She wanted his simplest, most primal male performance -- an ejaculation delivered deep inside her by his big, stiff cock. Thirty seconds after he penetrated her, that's exactly what she got, along with the chance to see ecstasy on his face. For Father's Day, Caroline made a special private little video for Jim. It had the cutest and hottest still pictures taken from her parents' collections of her from the ages of eight to eleven. Jim thanked her profusely, blushing a little. When he looked at it before bedtime, his erections became more reliable and lasted longer. Sometimes he attended to her body's desires and lasted long enough to give her an orgasm while thrusting inside of her. That combination had dropped out of their repertoire within the past couple years and it was good to have it back. ============================================================ Jim died one April at the age of 82. His ten children, scattered across the country, planned with Caroline a memorial service for July when they could all attend. Liz, Anne, Emily and Kira also came, though not Jim's first wife. A major highlight was the 3-hour-long video that Liz's son Jake had prepared. By then the footage from the entire 13 months the group had spent in the bathroom was available online. Laws had been changed so that if all participants in a child porn video had reached the age of 25 and all agreed to release it, it became legal. The bathroom alumni had all agreed. Most of it was boring, of course, but any number of people had made videos of the high points. Jake made his with special loving attention. There was a lot of footage from their initial hours of shock and embarrassment, and Jake had included footage to show how kind and considerate Jim had been. "You sure were hot back then, mom!" said Sophie impishly. "Oh, you be quiet now!" said Anne, now 49 years old. But after a while the audience got accustomed to the nakedness. The video showed some emotional scenes... Jim standing in the tub between his two lovers Anne and Liz, making them agree to cooperate. It showed plenty of lovemaking. There was the point when they resolved to try to get pregnant. The initial breeding event where Anne pretended to be a mare to Jim's stallion and Caroline offered commentary was hilarious. "I think this is when I was conceived," said Jake at one point. "And here's where I think you got your start," he said to Sophie at another. "We know this is how I was conceived," said John as the young Emily took a finger of sperm from Kira's palm and inserted it gently into her vagina. "How romantic." Towards the end, the video showed copulation after copulation of Jim with all three girls, focusing on shorter and shorter clips at the end of each episode, and ending with a few final seconds each of those that ended with simultaneous orgasms. "He was quite the stud -- and quite the lover," said Jake in conclusion. "But remember," said Anne. "We were locked up naked in the bathroom together. We had no idea if we could ever get out. And Jim's vigorous fucking was, above all else, an attempt to save our lives. If we were pregnant, we would be released. That was what we thought." The group was quiet for a moment. "And they never found out who kidnapped us, or where we were held, right?" said Liz. People shook their heads. "I made my own little video too," said Caroline quietly. "Along with everything else, he was a pedophile." No one spoke. "You omitted this scene from yours, Jake..." The video showed Jim holding his penis tip right at the entrance to 7-year-old Kira's vagina and ejaculating into it. "It wasn't just some favor to her -- he was terrifically excited by it. He didn't realize it at the time but it was there." Still no one spoke. "It's not such a big deal. He never abused any of you kids, right?" she asked. "It was just a little preference he had. He was a great lover for me too, as a full adult -- but he even said that I never got hotter than I was at age eleven." "I'm glad to hear you say that," said Kira after a pause. "Naturally I remember when he did that ... it was nice of him, to make me feel more a part of things. But his excitement -- I remember that too, and it's nice to be able to have it in context." "But there's more I prepared," said Caroline. "The footage that means the most to me." It showed him starting key traditions, such as announcing each morning the date and how long they had been in captivity. It showed him fingering up Liz's period blood from the floor into the sink. It showed him sitting by the door with Anne, listening earnestly to her, holding her hand. And it showed the same thing with Liz, and with Kira, and then with Caroline herself, one after another. And it ended with Jim lying on the floor during the night while the four girls slept. Jim is awake, gently weeping. "This was the biggest reality for Jim... feeling responsible for all of us, keeping us all sane and cheerful, and dealing with his lust for all four of us... And having to bear the burden alone." It went on for two minutes, and the group was quiet and thoughtful. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.