Author: Dr. Gamble Title: Blind Date Summary: This story is a return to the "young woman in trouble" scenario. A poor little rich girl is kidnaped, raped, and then sold to our old friend the evil doctor. She eventually meets up with the same man named Dieter who we met in story 14. Keywords: M+F nc rape Mdom violent tort bd oral 1st This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and violent torture of a non-consenting nature. The content of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not real people. BLIND DATE It all started when my girlfriend, Karen, set me up with a blind date. I had just broken up with a guy named Jake who was a lot more in love with himself than me, something my friend Karen had been telling me all along. The fact that our relationship hadn't worked out at all became quite clear the night I finally figured out that he just wanted to keep going with me to see how far he could get into my pants. It seemed that as soon as I told him that I liked him but that I wasn't interested in having sex with him or anyone else until I was married, everything came to a grinding halt. To his credit he didn't try to force himself on me or anything and we just sort of went our separate ways. Daddy was real happy. He didn't like Jake at all. He didn't like his haircut or the tattoos or the earring or really anything about him. Of course, Daddy would never dream of doing anything like that since he's a big corporate executive and, even though he grumbles a lot, he works really hard. He calls me his princess and I've pretty much figured how to get anything I want out of him including my new car and my own charge cards. About a month after Jake, during summer vacation, my friend Karen set up a blind date for me. Actually it was her boyfriend, Don, who had this cousin named Rick who was spending the summer at his house. Rick lived up in north somewhere around Sacramento and was kind of cute and very quiet so I didn't get to know very much about him but. Of course since I hadn't been out in a month it didn't take a lot to look attractive to me but something about Rick seemed really sexy in sort of a James Dean kind of way. Anyway we went to a movie, some kind of action flik that Don wanted to see, and Rick was a real gentleman in spite of the action that Karen and Don were doing all through the show. Afterwards, on the way home, we stopped at a Denny's for something to eat. That was when things started to get strange. We went in and sat down and had just ordered our drinks when this Hispanic gang showed up. Now I know Daddy would shit if he knew, but we used to go all over L.A. when we went out and seeing a gang was really no big deal. In spite of the fact that I didn't think much of it, Rick became really uncomfortable and he insisted that we get out of that place like right now. Just as we got up to leave this one gang member who looked particularly mean and dirty recognized Rick. It seemed that the two of them had spent some time together in a police boot camp somewhere up in northern California. It also seemed like they knew each other before that and soon there was this discussion about which one of them had screwed up some job they had both been involved with. By this time the whole restaurant had been asked to leave and we were all in the parking lot with a growing crowd of people who were wondering what was going on. I looked for Karen and Don but couldn't see them and then all at once Rick was on the pavement with a knife in his stomach. Everybody started to run but I had nowhere to go and just stood there until some guy from the gang grabbed me by the arm and started to pull me away. He was joined by two other guys who pulled me over to a dark van sitting on the edge of the parking lot and threw me inside. I did everything I could to get away, screaming and kicking at them but there was so much going on that I don't think anybody heard me. Besides, it really didn't matter what I did, I was little and they were big and there were so many more of them than me. They sort of sat on top of me until the van was out on the street and then on the freeway. The three guys seemed to be all about my age and besides them there was a also girl who basically looked just about as menacing as the boys were. Her name was Rosa and she seemed to either be the girlfriend or the slave of the group's leader, Antonio, since he treated her like trash, and I couldn't really tell if she wanted to be there or if she was with those guys because she had to be. She picked up my purse and started going through it but there wasn't much in it. A couple of dollars, no drugs except for some Tylenol, my lipstick, Kleenex, eye shadow and some personal hygiene stuff was pretty much all that was in there except for my driver's license and my Mastercard. Antonio quickly yanked the license out of her hand, almost losing control of the van, and became very interested in my home address. He started asking me all sorts of questions about where I lived like how much was in my house as if they were planning on robbing us, all of which made me angrier and angrier until I blurted out that my father was an executive vice-president with ExxonMobil and they had better let me go or they would be in real trouble. That was a big mistake because Antonio went into another rage over the evils of the World Trade Organization, multinational capitalism, and more specifically, the petroleum industry. It was like the more he talked, the more infuriated he got and it became pretty clear that he felt personally ripped off by corporations in general and especially ExxonMobil. That was when he decided that it was up to him to "teach those damn oil sons-of-bitches a lesson." "Look little rich bitch," he began as his temper began to subside . "You've been living pretty high off the sweat of the working man for a long time now haven't you? Well maybe its time for a little payback." I looked at him, puzzled at just what he was getting at until he finished explaining himself. Smiling at me he added, "Now since you oil company folks have been so used to fucking people like me for so long I think that you're just going to have to fuck me for bus fare back home. What do you think about that?" He laughed while I looked at him in horror as it became clear that he actually meant to rape me before letting me go. I stared at Rosa and she just looked at Antonio and then at the floor of the van. The other two boys just grinned at him and then me as if they were hoping to get their share of me as well. Any doubt that I had that he was serious was then erased when Antonio then ordered the other two boys to blindfold me and tie my hands behind my back. "We don't want you getting away from us now," he explained. "And we really don't want to deal with your daddy's corporate police trying to come and find us either. All we need is a little share of those unjust profits he's been collecting." Then he added, "It's all your fault you know. A little rich bitch like you should carry some condoms with her. You never know when you're going to need to earn bus fare to get back home. Don't they teach you that kind of stuff in those rich kid private schools?" I was placed in the back of the van under one of the seats and we drove for what must have been a couple of hours on what seemed mostly to be city streets, before the van finally stopped. I could hear traffic not too far away like we were near a freeway somewhere and I guessed that we were still the city but I had no idea where. Once the van stopped I was taken out and led into a house and placed in a small room. I tried get Rosa's attention after she removed my blindfold and proceeded to untie my hands but she wouldn't look at me. The room I was in looked like a small bedroom in a crack house. The one window was covered with wood so I couldn't see out and the only furnishings consisted of an old smelly mattress on the floor. Once Rosa finished untying my hands the guy she was with turned out the bare bulb on the ceiling and they locked me in for the night. I didn't really sleep, being way too anxious about what they were planning, but did doze a little. Certainly they just wanted money, I thought to myself. Daddy would give them money and I would be safe. All that talk from Antonio about raping me was just to scare me so I wouldn't run away. Antonio would never do something like that with his girlfriend Rosa around. I was wrong. The next morning there was a little light in the room as small slits of sunlight leaked in around the wood covering the window, giving a soft glow to the heavy air. Not long after sunrise Antonio unlocked the door and came into the room, accompanied by eight other boys including the two who had been in the van the day before. One of the boys had a small video camera, probably something they had stolen and was taking pictures as he entered. Antonio motioned for him to put the camera down and then he turned to me. "Okay honey," he began. "This is what we're going to do today. We're going to make a little movie to send to daddy with our ransom demand. Now we want daddy to know that you're all right so we want you to look like you're having a good time here, okay?" I nodded and the boy with the camera started taping again as Antonio stood behind him. "I want you to show daddy that we didn't put any marks or scratches on his little girl. You know how we are going to do that? You're just going to have to take those clothes off and show us." I stood there staring at him in disbelief. Just what did he have in mind? I was supposed to take my clothes off in front of him and this video camera? How much was I supposed to take off and then what was going to happen? We both knew that he certainly wasn't going to stop making demands once I had taken my clothes off for him. I didn't actually do anything until he yelled, "Come on you fucking bitch! Get those fucking clothes off! Now!" A million things went through my mind as I began to unbutton my blouse. Here I was stripping for his video tape which my Mom and Dad would be looking at while they knew I was doing it in front of this gang of demented guys. As if that weren't humiliating enough, who else was going to see this thing. I remembered in junior high that a girl in my class had lost the top of her bathing suit and somebody had taken a picture of it and like it was all over the school. This thing would probably end up all over the internet or something so that people I don't even know would forever be ogling me in my underwear. That was where I ended up, in my underwear. Antonio just stared at me and then gestured as if he wanted me to go further. Shoes and socks, I thought to myself, and so I slowly took those off as well, thinking that now he would be satisfied. However, it was quite apparent that he wasn't. "See," I said meekly, looking up at him and quickly down at myself again. "No marks or scratches." "I'll give you some marks and scratches you little bitch," he said in a quiet but incredibly frightening monotone. "Stop fucking around and take that shit off. Now!" As I took off my top in front of them my fear of him hurting me suddenly subsided and I became extremely self conscious about my nakedness. The whole thing became so incredibly humiliating as if removing that little layer of cloth which had been covering my breasts also somehow removed a big part of my courage. The tightening knot in my stomach only added to my stress once I began to assess the possibilities of all the things they could be planning on doing to me. My bra hit the floor. My breasts aren't real big or anything and I had always been told that it didn't really matter how big they were. Anyway, they were mine and I hadn't really showed them to anybody except maybe Jake. But right then I could literally feel that video camera scanning them and when I finally looked up it was so embarrassing to have every eye in the room staring at my chest. Of course Antonio was not impressed and made another of his gestures, this time a downward motion, clearly indicating that he wanted me to drop my panties as well. Now showing your breasts to a bunch of strange men and a video camera is one thing but exposing your bare pussy to them is a whole different matter. It was a degradation which I was definitely not anxious to experience but as I looked at Antonio it was clear that I wasn't going to have much choice. Figuring the sooner I got it over with the better off I would be, I quickly reached down and slipped my panties down to my knees letting them drop down around my ankles. Then I stepped out of them sort of keeping my hands in front of me, masking myself from their collective view and that of the camera as much as I could. Antonio just smiled that strange eerie smile again before pulling a strange looking black leather mask out of the small cloth bag he had been carrying while the camera continued with its closeup tour of my naked body. He handed the mask and the bag to one of the boys and then began to take his clothes off as well. "You little white rich girls don't get to meet guys like us very often," he began as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. "You see us on the street and you act like you're just a little bit too good for guys like us. Well we are just going to have to see how good you really are now." Undoing his belt he let his jeans slowly fall down around his knees before stepping out of them. He wasn't wearing any underwear and when he slipped the mask over his head, that was all he was wearing. Just before Jake and I broke up we had gone out to a movie. I don't remember the movie but there weren't very many people in the theater and we were like in the last row. Anyway, I had allowed him to get his hand under my sweater and he had been sort of massaging me through my bra for a while until he unexpectedly slipped his hand underneath it, cupping my breast in the palm of his hand. The abrupt coolness of his hand on my bare breast was sort of startling and I sat up straight taking a gulp of air, my left hand falling into his lap. My hand actually fell right onto his firmly erect penis which was bulging in the crotch of his pants so that I was holding onto it roughly the same way he was holding my breast. Since I hadn't intended to touch him there I was kind of embarrassed and didn't know what to do but Jake did. With his other hand he swiftly undid his fly and that thing jumped out of his pants like it was alive right into my hand. Jake then leaned over and we started kissing, like really heavily with tongues. Unlike his hand, his penis felt very warm and while kissing him I began to explore it with my fingertips. I had always thought that a penis would feel kind of like a finger only a lot larger but it wasn't like that at all. It was strangely firm and rigid covered with a tight skin which sort of slid over whatever was hard underneath it. The underside of the shaft seemed the most sensitive and Jake would get real tense when I ran my fingers along that part. However, the most responsive area seemed to be the soft cap that covered the top end. It had an altogether different texture and was both smooth and soft. The little slit opening on the tip of the cap was moist, which I remembered from health class was supposed to be, and Jake almost went crazy when I softly touched him there or along the little ridge where the soft cap joined the rigid shaft. By this time he had my bra pushed up around my neck and was softly pinching at my erect nipples as he squeezed at my breasts. I was starting to get really turned on and I think Jake knew it. He began to kiss me again while his hand slowly moved off my breasts and slid down across my tummy. I really didn't want him down there but with my hand fondling his penis what was I going to do? His hand eased in under the elastic of my panty briefs and very soon it was covering my entire pussy. I could feel his fingers dividing my lips as they began to explore around down there and I knew whatever he was planning on doing next was pretty likely to hurt and just as I was going to try to stop him, his fingers suddenly lurched out of me. He firmly squeezed the mound of my pussy as his whole body tensed and then both my hand and forearm were greeted with a flood of liquid as he moaned and pulled me tightly against him. At first I had no idea what was happening until it occurred to me that he was actually having an orgasm. I mean that I really didn't think that he was peeing on me or that somehow a blood vessel had burst down there but the whole thing came as such a surprise to me that I really didn't realize right away what was happening to him. It was clearly not something Jake had planned on either and he became really embarrassed by the whole thing. I had some Kleenex in my purse which helped at least some although it seemed like it was really wet everywhere and we sort of put ourselves back together just as the movie was ending. After everyone else had left we escaped out the fire exit into the back parking lot and made our way back to his car and back home without anybody seeing us. After that night Jake somehow got the idea that I owed him something, like he had the right to get back into my underpants again and that was what eventually led to our breaking up. Actually I really wished that it was Jake walking across the room toward me at that moment because I was pretty sure that he wouldn't hurt me just for the sake of hurting me like it looked like Antonio was getting ready to do. Antonio was a little shorter than Jake but that pillar of flesh which was growing out of his black bushy crotch was certainly not any smaller and seemed a lot more threatening. While I had seen many pictures of them and had even touched Jake's, this one didn't look at all like I had thought it would. His penis was all dark and knobby with fibrous veins running all over it, originating in a tuft of scraggly hair where it connected with a large hanging leathery sack which dangled down between his legs. Actually as he swaggered over to me, his organ swelling in size as he walked, everything about him seemed dreadfully menacing. Fully aware that any resistance was futile I just stood there until he was right in front of me. He knew I was looking at his growing erection and must have pretty much knew the fear, stress and humiliation I was going through. I didn't know what exactly he was planning on doing but it was crystal clear that whatever it was, it was going to involve raping me. He stood in front of me only for a moment and then placing one hand on my shoulder pushed me down on my knees in front of him. His swelling cock was right in my face at that point and he began pushing it into my face, against my lips and then jabbed the thing into my mouth. I thought about biting it but I somehow knew that wouldn't have been a good idea. His penis filled my mouth and tasted like a mixture of salt and urine which made me wonder when was the last time he washed himself. I was pretty sure his sense of hygiene was about as well developed as his sense of manners. That combined with his shoving the thing all the way into my mouth and halfway down my throat caused me to gag and struggle for breath while he held my head and forced me to stroke it in and out of my mouth This went on for some time until I really didn't think I could take it anymore. I was beginning to become so frightened that I was going to suffocate or that I would just sort of come apart right there in front of everyone that I didn't know how much longer I could last. The one thing I knew was that I couldn't allow him to take control of me. Somehow, no matter what happened, I had to keep control of myself especially since who knows who would be seeing their video of me. Besides, I thought to myself, no matter what he forces me to do, this jerk is simply not good enough to take away my identity. One way or the other, Antonio apparently didn't think I was good enough for him or that I wasn't doing a good enough job to please him and finally pulled his disgusting organ out of my mouth. Of course that wasn't entirely a good thing since as soon as he pushed me down on my hands and knees on the mattress it was pretty apparent that the foreplay session was over and it had become time for him to rape me. He walked around behind me while at the same time pushing my bottom around so that I was sideways to the camera and then knelt down between my legs after spreading them apart. It all happened about that fast but then he paused as the boy with the camera got into position closer to us. I took a deep breath and waited for what had to be coming next but instead of him doing what I thought he was going to do, one of the other boys walked over to him and handed him the small bag that he had come in with. He reached into the bag and pulled out a razor and shaving cream and very soon after that I felt the cold gooey foam being sprayed all over my pussy. "You sure keep this little baby all neat and trimmed don't you," he laughed. "It's as if you were expecting visitors." This elicited a laugh from some of the other boys who were closely watching what he was doing. "I do like them clean and smooth. It makes nicer pictures and it's just so much easier to get at everything." He wasted no time in shaving me and I did everything I could to hold myself still while he did it. I had always had a hard time shaving my legs without cutting myself and didn't even want to think about being cut down there as he scraped away at my pubic hair. Amazingly enough he finished without cutting me once after which he used the empty bag to wipe off the residual shaving cream. Finally, to the amusement of the crowd and I suppose for the still running camera, he leaned down and kissed my bare pussy. "There you are," he announced. "You're as smooth as a twenty year old bourbon." Under the circumstances I could really have cared less and while I took a deep breath, my moment of relaxing was interrupted by him poking me with his now very erect penis. "Oh damn. I forgot my rubber." He laughed and then continued, "Oh well. It doesn't really matter. You're pretty clean aren't you little bitch?" As if I was the one who should be concerned about personal hygiene. This time it was for real and as he began to push his ugly, stiffened, bloated pillar of flesh between the lips of my cleanly shaved pussy I fought to somehow concentrate of relaxing myself. I was certain the only way I would survive this atrocity would be to keep my wits and somehow deal with the pain and humiliation as best I could. I mean this kind of thing must happen to women all the time all over the world. If they could do it, I could do it. Then, before I could think about it, I was penetrated for the very first time. There was a really sharp pain in the opening to my vagina as he ruptured my hymen, violently shredding it and my innocence in one moment, and then making it literally burn from the abrasion of his dry erection while he viciously forced himself up into my private being. The thing pushed so far up into me that it actually seemed like it was poking at the bottom of my stomach before he pulled it out again, scraping my freshly injured vaginal opening from the other direction. He repeated this same routine over and over and it took every bit of strength within me to keep from screaming but somehow I endured it. Fortunately, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a fraction of a minute, my natural body lubrication kicked in and the pain of his invasion began to subside. Actually the moistness wasn't entirely lubrication since when I felt something warm running down my leg I looked down to see a thin trickle of red meander its way down my thigh to the mattress. "Hey you popped something there boss!" the cameraman exclaimed as he moved around me for a better shot. "You ripped her wide open!" He then started to work on closeups of my legs and lower body as Antonio continued to plunge himself into me with increasingly greater intensity. Each stroke he took seemed harder than the last and it took all the effort I could muster just to keep from collapsing onto the mattress as he brought my abdomen to a whole new level of cramping soreness. I had been concentrating so hard on dealing with his fleshy stake pounding in and out of my pussy that when he suddenly stopped and rammed himself into me as far as he could I didn't realize what was happening. Then as he tensed up and grunted a couple of times and I felt my whole bottom become awash with his fluid it finally dawned on me that he was coming inside me. Throughout my whole ordeal right up to that point I had been so worried about being physically harmed that the horror of my being made pregnant hadn't even entered my mind. Now that one thought overwhelmed my entire being and I began to scream and struggle from an energy source I didn't even know I had left. My actions only resulted in angering the man raping me and he first punched his stake into me all the harder and grabbing a fist full of my hair pulled my head up while yelling at me to "Shut the fuck up." Knowing that I wasn't really accomplishing anything I stopped. My mind immediately flashed on something which had happened earlier that morning. I had been sitting sleeplessly alone in the room and while I waited I noticed a mosquito fitfully flying around me, coming closer and closer to me until it gently landed on the back of my hand. Slowly it stuck itself into my skin and began to draw my blood into its own body. Somehow, after all that had happened I couldn't bring myself to killing it and just watched it until it withdrew its sticker and flew away. I had this mental image that this man was like that mosquito, sticking his thing into my body and sucking the life right out of me until I was just an empty shell of my former self. Was that my fate? I wondered at what point I would forget who I was and accept my seemingly inevitable role as nothing more than a living purveyor of male sexual gratification. Shit, I thought to myself. Who am I kidding here. I'll probably die from AIDS anyway. Antonio pulled himself out of me, making a vulgar wet popping sound as he did it. Handing the camera to another of the men the cameraman quickly replaced him. He was somewhat smaller and in spite of all the wetness down there his impulsive speed and ferocity brought me to a new level of grotesque torment. His painful assault stopped abruptly when two older Asian men in black business suits showed up and I don't think he came before withdrawing and leaving me to drop down onto the blood and cum soaked mattress. "Antonio," one of them began without noticing me. "It's time to pay off your Visa card. "Yeah," the other one added. "The Bank of America is looking for its money. Now." I didn't get all the details but it apparently involved a loan he had made with them to wholesale some drugs and they were demanding that he come up with the cash to pay them back right at that moment. Antonio began to argue with them telling them that they would get paid just as soon as he was paid. They didn't buy that reasoning so he went on to tell them about me and that he was holding me for ransom and that he was sure to have the money for me before the day was over. "Yeah, I noticed her," the one man said looking over at me. "You know you see a pretty little lady like that and you just ask yourself how in the hell a naked white girl could have ended up in a place like this." "I'll tell you what we're going to do," the other man then said to Antonio. "We're going to make you a deal. We'll back off this loan thing, but we're going to handle the ransom demands for this little girl. So you just sit tight and we'll take care of everything from here on out." This wasn't what Antonio wanted to hear and he exploded. "Big cartel. Organized crime. All that means is big business, big government. And just like big government it means that you are always dealing with bunches of bureaucrats. Sons of a bitch middle managers that don't know what the hell they are doing but are sure as hell ready to tell you what to do. You assholes will get this thing so screwed up it will never. . . ." He never got to finish his sentence because at that point one of the two men grabbed him while the other one buried his fist into his stomach and then took a couple other wacks at him until Antonio was passed out on the floor. One of the men took the video camera and then announced to everyone that everybody should just wait until they heard from them. The other guys in the room didn't move and even waited until the two guys left before going over to check on Antonio. He was out cold for quite a while during which time the boys sort of lost interest in raping me. They flipped the mattress over so that the dry side was up and while I sort of crouched in the corner of the room trying to make myself as small as I could, they put him on it. By the time he started to come around again a guy they called "Doc" showed up to take care of him. They had hit Antonio hard enough to break some of his ribs and while the "Doc" was wrapping him up he, of course, noticed me. He stopped to sort of look me over and then started asking Antonio all sorts of questions about who I was and what I was doing there. All of these questions only served to add to Antonio's nervousness and after trying to avoid answering them as much as possible finally signaled to one of the guys, the cameraman who had tried to rape me before the two men showed up, to get me out of there. He led me out of the room to an adjacent bathroom which had a shower stall in it and told me to clean myself up since I was a mess. He was right. My hair was a mess, my eyes and face all flushed from my torture and from crying and my bottom half all covered with Antonio's and my own body fluids. The shower at least worked and they seemed to have soap and shampoo. The one thing about it that was really creepy was that the guy decided he had to stay and watch me shower and talk to me although I don't know if he was trying to impress me or scare me or if he just needed someone to talk to who couldn't tell him to shut up. Anyway, I did find out about who this "Doc" was. "The Doc was really interested in you honey," he began. "Yeah the Doc's a great guy. He told me that he thought you were just the cutest little thing. Of course you are a little older than those young flat- chested hairless lolitas he usually goes for. See Honey, the Doc got his license lifted when he was discovered diddling around with young runaways who he would talk into posing nude for quick cash. It wasn't the pictures so much as some of the other stuff that really got folks excited. What'd he call it? Rape art. Yeah. That was it, rape art. He did this whole exhibition made up of paintings, you know, works of art created from the act of rape. Sort of a mixture of paint and body fluids. Kind of like finger painting but a bit more adult. The publicity killed him. See, things got a bit tense when some of his art models recognized him and decided to press charges. That's when he came down here to Mexico." Mexico! That's why it took so long to get here. They must have taken me to Tijuana. I guess I looked somewhat startled when he said that because he added, "Oh! Big surprise! You didn't know you were in Mexico did you? Be careful not to drink any of that water now." He had just started to get undressed himself, I suppose to rape me there in the shower, when Rosa came in. She just stared at him and without another word he quickly put his shirt back on and quickly left. Rosa didn't say anything but gave me a towel and left some clothes, probably hers, and then left again. I guessed that this kind of thing wasn't all that unusual in her relationship with Antonio and I somehow felt sort of sorry for her. Once I was dressed she returned and took me to her room. She told me quite plainly that she was going to keep me away from Antonio and that from now on if I needed anything to ask her for it. Then she locked me in the room and didn't return until she brought me dinner that evening. I don't know where she was that night but after it got dark the police showed up and surrounded the house. In the confusion the cameraman broke the door down and took me with him out of the back of the house and through a small hole in the wall along the back yard into a neighboring house which we passed through into the next street. The story he told me was that those men weren't the police but part of some kind of white slavery organization and that we had to get out of there because they had come to pick me up. "I'm taking you to the Doc," he told me as we ran along several dark streets. "He will take care of you until we can get you back to the states and back home again." I didn't know if I should believe him or not, since what I knew of the "Doc", he didn't seem like the safest person to go to. On the other hand I knew that I wasn't very safe where I had been either and I really didn't know even if that had been the police what they would have done with a little white American girl. We soon enough reached the "Doc's" house and he was waiting for us. That was when I found out that it had all been a lie. The cameraman told the "Doc" that my father must have traced me to their place in Tijuana and so he could sell me for a good price. They haggled between themselves for a while and although I don't know the final amount, the "Doc" decided it to be a fair price for "someone who is just too damn hot to have around." He added quite matter-of-factly, "As far as the police or anyone else is concerned my little one, you never even existed. Anyway, I'm not particularly interested in ransoms and kidnaping. I'm interested in doing some research and you're going to help me." He had prepared a needle which contained some kind of sedative and before I realized what was happening, the cameraman was holding me down and the "Doc" was sticking the needle into my rear. I don't know what was in it but the injection took hold within a few seconds, causing me to collapse onto the floor. It was a strange stuff because while I was still in a state of semiconsciousness I couldn't move my arms and legs. They soon had me stripped naked once again and following a quick once over examination by the "Doc", instead of the certain rape which I struggled to prepare myself for, I was dressed again. However, instead of my other clothes I was first given one of those adult diaper things and then a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a cotton tank top both of which seemed to fit rather loosely. The "Doc" then dragged a large wooden crate into the room which was all padded on the inside and the two of them placed me in it. He then hooked me up to an IV bottle, I was gagged and then he closed and locked the top shut before loading it and me into some kind of a truck. The box had apparently been designed for transporting people with a ventilation system built into it and the padding was sort of form fitting and, all things considered, actually rather comfortable. I was taken to an airport where after a rather protracted argument in Spanish with someone I was loaded onto an airplane. It seemed to be some kind of jet and the ride was both long and bumpy. I was drifting in and out of consciousness but I know that we landed at least three times before the box I was in was finally taken off the plane. I couldn't exactly tell where I was but I deduced from the conversations I heard that I was somewhere in Argentina, South America. The box was moved around a couple of times and then I was loaded onto what seemed to be a smaller propeller airplane. That flight was both much bumpier and much shorter and after about an hour or so we landed again. This time the box was unloaded and opened up in a room which looked kind of like a hotel room but with locks on the door like a jail cell. The "Doc" was there with another large man and after he disconnected the IV from me and took off my gag, the two of them lifted me out and laid me on the bed. "You're either dehydrated or you have some fantastic control," he laughed. "Look at that. She's still dry." He took off my top and my pajama bottoms along with the still unused diaper and put me between the sheets on the bed adding a blanket over the top. They both left me there after taking the box and being careful to lock the door on their way out. I fell asleep after that and when I woke up again the "Doc" was there with a breakfast tray. I wasn't at all hungry, actually I felt like throwing up, but I found that I could move again and managed to get out of bed to the bathroom before vomiting everything inside of me into the toilet. The "Doc" seemed a little concerned about this but not particularly surprised and went away with his tray after leaving a bottle of some kind of fruit juice for me to drink. After a few hours he returned for me and then after giving me a clean white bathrobe and a pair of sandals, led me off to his laboratory. The research he had been talking about involved natural human breast development and he was all too enthusiastic to tell me all about it. On the way to the laboratory he explained that by using vacuum treatments he had some success in making breasts larger but they tended to just become floppier. What he wanted was to develop them so that they were nice and firm but still "bountiful" as he called it. The lab was truly an expression of his work. It looked pretty much like one would expect a doctor's examination room to look like except it was considerably larger and the walls were literally covered with pictures of women's breasts. It was bizarre, but not nearly as bizarre as what he told me I was going to be used for. "See," he explained as he pulled down a chart showing a diagram of a breast, "the breast is mostly made up of just fatty tissue. That's why it doesn't matter how big the breast is as far as milk production is concerned. It would be just a sack of fat if it weren't for the breast support ligaments or, more properly, Cooper's ligaments. Now if you want to create the perfect natural breast you would have to somehow strengthen these ligaments. The problem is that they're just not that strong to begin with, which is why breasts get droopy with age or when you girls don't wear enough breast support since it seems that once those ligaments get torn or stretched they just don't repair themselves very easily." He led me to a large chair and after taking my robe sat me down. Then he strapped my wrists to the arms and my ankles to the legs so that I was sort of sitting like in an electric chair waiting for execution. Actually, its similarity to an electric chair was not all that far off. Going over to one of the counters against the wall he quickly started pulling things out of the drawers and while continuing to talk to me he busily worked with the various pieces of equipment on the counter-top. "I'm really happy to have found you, my little Fraulein. The chance to actually try these things out on living tissue is something I have been looking forward to for some time now. You see up until now I've been spending a lot of my time hanging around down in Mendoza listening to my police scanner for young women who are accident victims so that I can get to the mortuary in time to pay off whoever's in charge in order to get fresh breast samples to study. Let me tell you, those cute little babies you've got there are really hard to come by." He turned around holding two things which, following our previous conversation, had to be breast cups except that they looked like they were made of metal with wires coming out of them. He walked over to me and strapped them over my chest so that they fit snugly over my breasts. "Eventually I came up with this device which utilizes an exercise system as a substitute for surgery to improve the health and elasticity of the Cooper's ligaments toward making the whole breast structure firmer and shapelier." Taking the wire leads from the breast cups he ran them over the side of the chair, plugging them into a box with dials and meters on it that he had set out on the counter. "I'm going to be careful here but you've got to remember that these things have only been tried out on inanimate tissue up until now." He clicked on a couple of switches and then turned back to me again. "Did you ever make frog legs jump? You know, like in biology class where if you put electrodes on a frog leg it will twitch?" I didn't say anything so he just continued. "Well that's sort of what this does. You're going to feel a little tingly in your chest as I introduce mild electrical pulses into your breast ligaments." He turned up one of the dials on the box and I began to feel a pulsing sensation in my breasts, first one and then the other was momentarily seized by the electrical stimulation before it was allowed to relax again. At first startled by the sensation, I screamed in spite of the fact that I fully knew that I would feel something, but he immediately turned down the strength of the impulse until it was just sort of irritating. He continued to observe my reactions as he turned at the dials sending the pulses through different parts of my breasts until finally he seemed satisfied with what the machine was doing to me. "You see little one," he explained, "these exercises have to be kept subtle so as not to stretch those ligaments too much. We want to strengthen them, not tear them." He went back to his work on the bench and I just sat there for what must have been several hours with that thing tugging away at my chest. I couldn't see what he was doing since much of the time he was working behind me but from his continued babbling about muscle tone and electrical stimulation it was pretty clear it was all going to involve me at some point. He finally stopped when an alarm clock went off on the counter and that was his signal to turn off the device attached to my chest. He removed the metal bra thing and then began hand massaging my breasts. I supposed that he was testing out the success of his therapy but then I noticed the growing bulge in his pants and it became clear that he was interested in something altogether different. Without saying a word he released a lever on the chair I was sitting on and soon enough I was laying flat on my back, my legs still held apart by the straps on my ankles. He walked back in front of me and without removing his eyes from my bound naked body slowly opened his pants releasing his pillar of manhood to swing out in front of him. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable but after a while nothing happened and I opened them again to find the "Doc" unrolling a condom onto his anxiously anticipating erection. Looking up at me he smiled and simply said, "Never can be too careful these days." I didn't know whether that was an insult or that I should have been grateful for his concern for not to making me pregnant but he didn't stop to explain. As soon as he had the thing on to his satisfaction I could feel it poking at my pussy and then with one grunt he forced himself into me. It didn't hurt as much as before, I think he was somewhat smaller than Antonio and the condom was a whole lot slipperier, but it was certainly not a painless experience, at least not at first. Eventually, however, it seemed as if my body began to respond to the constant stimulation as he stroked in and out of me and I suppose with the knowledge that nothing permanent was going to come of this little episode I even began to feel a bit turned on by it. I had never really thought of the possibility of being raped by someone who believed in safe sex but I really didn't have much time to think about it anyway since soon enough he was pressing himself into me and grunting as he ejaculated. He quickly pulled out of me and then disappeared for a few minutes before returning and unstrapping me from the chair. Without a word he gave me my robe back and led me back to my room where I showered, ate the meal he brought me and then fell asleep. The next morning I was awakened, fed and then brought back to the lab where I was once again hooked up to the breast stimulator machine. The "Doc" went to work on some things he had laid out on the counter which I couldn't exactly see from where I was, but it looked like it involved more electronic equipment. Maybe because I appeared concerned that whatever it was, since I knew that eventually I was destined to be in intimate contact with it, he began talking to me again. "You sure are a lot nicer than most of the subjects I've had here," he began. "Actually there hasn't been anyone here in almost a year now. I was doing some chemical experiments at the time for a client who was interested in finding a way of increasing the female sex drive. It seemed that he had a problem finding ways to make some of his girls submissive enough at one of his brothels. He sent a couple of them up here and we tried all sorts of aphrodisiacs, internal and external, down their throats and up their pussies but nothing seemed to have any sort of lasting effect. But I learned something." He walked over to me and lowered me down on my back. At first I thought that talking about working on those prostitutes had somehow gotten him turned on but he went back to the bench, this time returning with a shiny metal probe, about an inch or so in diameter and around six inches long. "This is what I came up with," he explained. "You see, you can't force somebody to get turned on. They've got to want to. But you can sure help them get there by focusing their thinking on their genitals." He held the thing in front of me, I suppose so that I could get a good look at it, and then leaned down and spreading my vaginal lips apart, slid the metal probe up into me. It was cold and hard. "This device," he continued as he ran the wires from it back over to the counter, "is basically the vaginal adaptation of what you already have working there on your tits." I didn't exactly know what that meant until he hit the switch. The shock from the thing was ten times what he had been applying to my chest, intensely hot and stinging, sharply cramping my internal organs. The pulses were shorter and somewhat further apart than the ones being applied to my breasts and with each one I let out a scream. The "Doc" stood there watching me for several seconds but instead of adjusting the current pulses just said, "Those muscles are a lot tougher so they need a little more stimulation." He didn't say anything for a long time after that and eventually my body became somewhat accustomed, or more like numbed, to the electrical shocks and I became quieter as well. After about an hour or so he started talking again, commenting that this particular machine was designed to increase vaginal muscle tone by using electrical pulses at certain specific frequencies. It felt more like torture to me. This routine lasted several hours and was repeated every day after that. Also part of that routine was that at the end of each and every day he would fuck me and measure my response to his performance. If his exercise regimen was supposed to make me more sexually responsive it didn't seem to me that it was working at all since by the end of the day I was just exhausted. After about three weeks I had my period. It really freaked the "Doc" who thought at first I had been injured or something until he finally figured out what it was. It was a big relief to know that I wasn't pregnant and that everything was still working down there. The "Doc" decided to suspend my regular routine until, as he put it, I was "back to normal again." So I was given a short five day vacation before having to report back to the lab. When I did., everything had changed. The chair had been replaced by a gynecological examination table complete with stirrups. I climbed up on the thing and he strapped me down, even strapping my wrists to the sides of the table so that I couldn't move and of course strapping my feet into the stirrups. "You're all finished testing my electrical stimulators," he told me. "Actually you're all finished here altogether." He laughed and walked over to the counter where he began moving things onto a small rolling cart. They looked like dental tools but I didn't think he was planning on working on my teeth. Then he explained, "You see, my little one, you've been chosen for a very special task. It will sort of be like a blind date. It is something that the whole world will respect and admire you for. We know a little bit about you, you know. You come from a very clear line of Aryan ancestors. Did you know that you are a direct descendant of Frederick the Great, King of Prussia?" I looked at him blankly. I vaguely remembered Prussia from my world history class but I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. However, what he said next was way beyond anything I could have ever imagined. "You see, I have this friend," he slowly began. "My friend has been searching for a young woman with your background and breeding for a long, long time. He has suffered several health problems recently and it is now important, very important, that he finds a mate. He wants you to bear his child for him." He paused and stared at me in the most frightening grotesque way imaginable. I didn't know what to say and sort of just gasped for breath. This was a lot more than a blind date. This was real. "He's a very noble man. You see, he is the clone, the genetic duplicate of our Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler. Your child will be destined to rule the entire world." He paused. "Don't you see how important this is? Don't you realize the gift you will be providing for us all? The survival of the entire white race depends on you!" He looked at me like I was supposed to say something. I don't know. Maybe I was supposed to thank him for the weeks of torture or maybe I was supposed to thank him for sending me to some other nut case who was going to get me pregnant. I really, really didn't know what to say. Finally he turned away and went back over to the cart by the counter, finished filling it with whatever he was putting on it and then wheeled it over to me. "I need to prepare you properly for your visit," he said quietly. "You need to be made innocent and undefiled once again for the Fuhrer. We are going to restore your virginity by rebuilding your hymen." That was what he was so nervous about, I thought to myself. He had been caught fucking me, the boss's concubine. I suddenly had status. My thinking was interrupted by the sting of a needle in my pussy and I screamed. "Hey, hey," he laughed. "It's just a little Novocain. Just like dentists use. It'll make all of this go a lot easier." I saw the needle when he pulled it out. It was big. He took the needle back over to his counter where he continued to work on something although I couldn't see what. He seemed preoccupied and stayed over there for some time getting things out of various cupboards and placing them on the trays he had set out on the counter. Walking back over to me he sat down on a stool he had placed between my legs. My pussy had begun to numb already and I couldn't feel much of anything as he began to probe down there. Eventually he began talking again. "You know I really like working with you. I used to do this hymen reconstruction stuff all the time for a friend of mine when I was working in Nassau but it's a real change working on a girl with your young skin and muscle tone. You don't have much to work with here though. I'm going to have to use an artificial one and Dermabond it in place." He reached over to the cart and picked up a small white flimsy piece of something which kind of looked like shiny fabric. "Usually I graft tissue from the labia but I think that I'm going to use this one that I made just for the occasion. See that?" He held it in front of my face for me to see. "It's a perfect little piece of lacework with a tiny swastika in the middle that I crafted out of cat gut. A little bit of pussy for your little pussy. Get it?" He laughed as I cringed from the thought of that piece of garbage being implanted in my vagina but there was really little I could do about it. Sitting back down on his stool he was soon probing once more at my vaginal opening. I still couldn't feel anything down there but I sort of knew what he was doing. "There we go," he finally exclaimed after a couple of minutes. "Now I just cement it in place all around the opening. This Dermabond is like super glue. Sticks like crazy. I might as well warn you, it's going to hurt a little when this thing is popped. It'll probably take the surface tissue all around the perimeter here and there will be some blood just like the real thing. Just like the real thing and nobody but you and me will know the difference." He stood back to admire his work and then began to clean up, returning all of his things to the counter before returning to the examination table and unstrapping me. He brought me back to my room and then reappeared a few minutes later with panties and a bra very close to my size, socks and sneakers and a jumpsuit, all of which I put on. I'm not putting you in the box this time, he finally said to me. We're not going that far. Then he added, But I am going to blindfold you. I can't afford to have too many people know where this place is. He put a blindfold on me, handcuffed my hands behind me and we went outside. It was kind of cold out but it was a relatively short walk to the little airplane, a kind of difficult walk since my pelvis was mostly still numb. He had warmed up the cabin of the airplane, probably the same one we had come there in, and it became pretty comfortable once we got inside. The Novocain wore off by the time we took off but everything felt all right down there; I mean it didn't hurt down there or anything and I was somewhat relieved to think that at least he apparently hadn't injured me anyway. We flew for a long time before the "Doc" asked me if I wanted anything. I told him I was thirsty and so he removed my blindfold and gave me some bottled water. It was dark by that time I had no idea where we were but I could see lights down below us as we flew across the countryside. He didn't talk to me at all during the flight and after about another hour or so we began approaching what looked like a large city and he landed the plane. From the radio conversations he was having with the tower I figured that we had landed somewhere in Buenos Aries. Once on the ground he taxied to a remote part of the airport where we were met by another man. He was a big blonde guy, looking kind of like a body builder, but he wasn't the one I was supposed to have sex with. His name was Hans and he worked for the Fuhrer as his body guard and butler. He talked briefly to the "Doc" and then led me from the plane to a small van. He didn't say a word but simply put me in the van and then drove the two of us into the city. We went quite a long time over a lot of different city streets until coming to a large cemetery. Right after that he turned down a small street, stopping in front of a large old mansion located right next to the fence. Hans led me out of the van and into the old house. It was a richly decorated place but, in every way, dark. It was like being in a museum at night. We went up the stairs to the second floor and he opened one of the many doors in the long hallway which led to beautiful bedroom with a canopy bed and antique furniture. Hans removed my handcuffs and after telling me that he was going to get me my dinner, he left. He returned a few minutes later with something that looked like it had been prepared in an expensive restaurant with silverware and fine china. I was famished and so ate all of it before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep without even bothering to get undressed. I slept until Hans woke me up the next morning bringing me my breakfast. Again, it was like something from room service at a five star resort. He also brought clothes for me to wear and drew a bath for me before leaving. I must have sat in that bathtub for at least an hour before getting dressed. Hans was pretty good at guessing clothes sizes although his taste was like way on the conservative side. After some exploration around the room I discovered that one of the cabinets contained a television which was hooked to a satellite dish. Hans showed up a few times to bring more things and to make up the bed but I spent most of the day watching MTV, HBO and Showtime. It seemed like a vacation except for the fact that every time Hans left me he was sure to lock the door behind himself and there were big bars on the windows. That evening when Hans brought my dinner it became a much bigger production. Instead of just leaving a tray he opened up a table which had been against the wall and set two place settings. Then getting two chairs he set one at each end of the table and finally lit the candelabra he had brought in with him, setting it in the middle of the table. At first I thought he was going to have dinner with me but then it became clear that it had become time for me to pay for the luxury I had been treated to. After he set the table, he rolled in a serving cart with a large roast, vegetables as well as a chilled bottle of German wine and then quietly left. Not a moment later he was replaced by his boss. The Fuhrer was a small man and although he was strangely deformed he was impeccably dressed in an expensive looking tailored suit. He seemed to be hunch backed and one arm considerably shorter than the other. Although he didn't walk with a cane he did have a considerable limp and one of his shoes was a lot taller than the other. In spite of all these things he had an incredible aristocratic presence about him which was both frightening and awesome. He introduced himself as Dieter and then pulled out my chair for me to sit. At first I was a bit frightened but then I figured that this was the way it was going to be and at least I was being treated well so went ahead and sat down for him. After seating me, went to the cart and prepared my plate and then his, and then poured the wine before sitting himself in the other chair. While he had a pronounced German accent, his English was quite good and he immediately began to talk about himself. "I will get right to the point my child," he began. "You have been brought here to fulfill a very special mission. I know this must sound a bit unbelievable, but I am a clone of Adolf Hitler. And you, because of your beauty, intelligence and breeding, you have been chosen to bear my child, my son, who will fulfill his father's destiny and that of all Aryan people." I must have appeared as incredulous ad I felt at that moment. He paused for a moment and then looking right into the center of me added, "You will be doing your part in fulfilling the fourteen words." He paused again and before clearly stating them: "We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children." Finally, knowing I had to say something but unable to find any words which would adequately describe the terror which was steadily building up inside me, I asked "Why me? Why does any of this have to involve me?" He stood up. You could tell he was getting angry at my naivete. "You don't think that I could find any number of Aryan women who would willingly bear my child? Like so many of those around the Fuhrer in his great struggle, the one you would call the Second World War, they are mostly a bunch of stupid pigs. I need someone of an aristocratic heritage, someone who has the family background such as you. You do know that you are of very pure German Aryan royal descent." I shook my head no. I knew that the "Doc" had said something about that but I really had no idea what any of it meant. His tone of voice suddenly changed as his anger seemed to evaporate just as quickly as it had appeared. "The doctor ran some pretty complete background and genealogical checks on you while he was holding you for me and until I could get this place fixed up for you. Your history is quite impressive." He went on talking about some Frederick the Great, and a whole bunch of other German kings and princes like it was some sort of religious litany while he began to eat. I wasn't particularly hungry anymore but knew if I didn't have at least something he would notice and his mood would rapidly swing in another direction so I took little bites of everything and just kind of listened politely as I could. Actually I drank as much of the wine as I could figuring that dinner wasn't the only thing he had in mind for me that night. On that suspicion I was absolutely correct. As soon as he finished eating he got up from his chair and taking a key from his pocket opened one of several locked doors in the room. While I didn't see what was behind the door before he went through it, closing it behind him, it appeared to be a large walk in closet. He wasn't in there very long before he reappeared wearing a long trenchcoat, shiny boots and a military hat. He was carrying what looked like a dog leash and a long white gown both of which were for me. He just stood there staring at me for what seemed like the longest time before motioning to me to stand up. I slowly rose from the chair and stood by the table, silently watching him as he continued to look right through me. Finally he said quietly, "Take off your clothes and put on this gown." In spite of all I had been through up to that point it still felt so dirty to undress in front of him. I slowly removed my blouse and dress, my shoes and socks and then I turned around with my back to him before taking off my bra and panties. I then turned back around again, covering myself as best I could while he stood there looking at me and loudly breathing. Finally he handed me the gown. The thing was not really not much more than a piece of cloth but I wrapped myself in it and it seemed to cover everything all right. It felt very smooth and he told me it was silk. It was also embossed with various strange symbols which I later found out to be some sort of ancient Germanic writing. He then put a thick leather strap around my ankle and to that hooked the chain leash before leading me out of the house. It was very dark outside but not particularly cold. It was also very cloudy and only from time to time the moon would briefly appear and then disappear as the clouds moved across the night sky. Dieter began to explain as we walked into the cemetery that it was an old Germanic belief that conception be carried out in certain cemeteries in order to promote the reincarnation of great Aryan soldier/warriors. This particular cemetery contained the graves of many Nazi heros who had escaped to Argentina following the war and was located in a hilly area so that the part we were in was completely dark and away from any streets or any other houses except for Dieters. We walked for some time, made somewhat difficult by the ankle strap and chain he was still tightly holding, past a countless number of monuments until we stopped at one of them. He wasted no time in pulling off my silk wrap and then as he dropped his coat it confirmed my guess that he hadn't been wearing anything else except for his hat and boots. The grave we had stopped at belonged to some General von something or other who had a large marble headstone which I very soon found myself draped over, my bottom pointing at Dieter who wasted no time pushing my legs apart. I thought about trying to get away from him but at the time there just wasn't enough time to formulate any kind of coherent plan. It was dark, like everywhere, he had me by the leg and I had no idea even where I should run to or if anyone there would even be willing to help me. With all that running through my mind I sort of decided that it might be best to survive to fight another day and I just sort of went limp. The first thing I learned about Dieter was that he had absolutely no concept of anything remotely resembling foreplay and I immediately felt him digging around at my pussy. I thought it was his finger poking at me until I realized than his hands were on my thighs and that what he was doing was searching with his erection for the opening to my vagina. It didn't take him very long to figure out where he was and soon enough he was pressing himself into me. Whatever the "Doc" had done to my pussy it certainly hurt enough as Dieter struggled to penetrate me. At first it felt like he was trying to puncture a whole new opening down there until with a deep burning stab of pain I felt him slide up into my vagina. It was some consolation that he wasn't that big, but from the amount of warm blood I could feel streaming down my leg I figured that I must have been torn up pretty bad in the process. Actually the bleeding sort of helped in that it provided a measure of lubrication and eventually Dieter began breathing really heavily as he sort of wiggled back and forth before he finally pressed himself into me with all his strength as he came inside me. While his penis may have been small, the volume of semen he squirted into my body was incredible. It was as if someone had taken a hose to me down there and turned it on full. He seemed really pleased with himself and it seemed like he forgot all about me as we made our way back to the house while his cum, which continued to drain out of me, dried on the inside of my thighs . I was really sore down there and I had just enough energy to clean myself up before collapsing on the bed and falling asleep. That same routine was repeated on a daily basis as I became Dieter's personal slut toy and he would dine me and then fuck me every evening somewhere in the cemetery, filling me with his thick semen and leaving huge puddles of it on some other Nazi hero's grave. It seemed unbelievable that his little deformed body could generate that much fluid on a daily basis but it did. Dieter told me that he was receiving treatments from someone he referred to as Doctor Laura in order to increase his potency and that the ample volume of his ejaculate was a part of the results. Every evening, after he finished with me, he would get into a sort of euphoria and go off on some story about some Aryan god and how he righted all the wrongs of the world while we walked back to his house. It was those talks and the similar ones we would have at dinner each evening that led me to figure out that he really had no friends to talk to and that besides being his cum receptacle, I was also the only person he had around who would listen to him. The plan that began to form in my mind was that since no one appreciated him, if I got him to think that I did like him, and sympathized with him and the destiny of his white race that he was always so worried about, the right time would come along that I would be able to use to make my escape. That opportunity came one particularly cool night about two weeks later. He had picked a tomb which seemed rather close to a major street, probably near the front of the cemetery, and I could see the glow of streetlights just beyond the top of the rise. Once he had finished I told him how cold I was and since he had decided to wear clothes that night he gave me his trenchcoat to wear on our walk back to the house. He had already stopped putting the chain on me for the past week since he was becoming more and more sure of my conversion to his racist philosophy and so in spite of the fact that he had been unusually rough with me that night, I was ready. Actually his extra effort must have tired him out that much more so that when I kicked him, he dropped right away and wasn't hard at all to get away from. I ran over the hill and as I thought I had remembered the front of the cemetery didn't have a fence but a large hedge and there were several spots that a small person could crawl through. I somehow got on the other side of that hedge and began running down the street frantic to find help before finally coming to a convenience store. No one there spoke English and my Spanish was deplorable but I managed to get them to call the police who showed up within a few minutes. The problem was that neither of the officers spoke English either and we waited about a half hour before an English speaking officer finally showed up. Once I told him everything it was apparent that he didn't really believe me but he was willing to let me take him around the cemetery to find Dieter's house. Actually it wasn't at all hard to find since by the time we got into his car the house was engulfed in flames and we just had to follow the fire engines to it. There was nothing left of it by the time we got there and there was also no trace of Dieter. I have now returned home and Dieter was never found. The police in Buenos Aries did finally accept my story but they admitted that they had no clue as to where he could have escaped to. There are a lot of countries in South America, they told me, and they all have plenty of Dieters in them. I missed my period last month. I am still hoping that it was just the stress of my kidnaping and all the stuff that happened to me but I have the fear that it might be something much bigger. I don't believe in abortion but what if somehow I'm carrying Hitler's baby? What am I going to do? What am I going to do?