HOME INVASION Chapter II There was the taste of metal in the little girl's mouth. Then she couldn't breathe. There was no air there and a weigh prevented her from moving. She couldn't struggle, death slammed into her. Her eyes cleared. There was a woman staring into her face. "Still with us you worthless little bitch? The dumb blond who no one cares about is too dumb to die. Well mommy can fix that mommy has a gun." There was a taste of metal but this time it didn't cut off her air. "I will never touch mommy's things." The gun in her mouth moved up and down making her nod yes. "I will never go into mommy's room with out permission.' Again the gun made her nod in agreement. I'm wet you dirty little girl. You pissed in your pants." She was picked up so roughly that she closed her eyes. All she could feel was the gun pushing into the back of her head. She looked around and she was in her tub. "Sit in your own urine until mommy gets you. We have time. Mommy found the instructions and we have two extra hours before we have to leave for the modeling site. I found the instructions that the dumb blond that no one cares about lost. That's you shit head. You dirtied your self because you lack discipline and with out discipline you won't work. If you stop working daddy won't let's you live here any more and you will be on the street. Remember daddy doesn't love you and neither does mommy. Daddy only loves his whores." She opened her eyes. The woman before her had mommy's features but they were so twisted it didn't seem like her. "You can read people you little bitch. No I am not mommy at all I am 'Bad Mommy' you real mommy is away because she is weak and afraid. I am here to protect Joan, when someone or someone threatens her. Now sit in the tub: Sit in your own urine and don't move. The shower door closed and the little girl started to cry. "~Jill, Jill listen I am here.~" "~Daddy where are you.~" "~ I am here in your mind. I saw most of it.~" "~Can you help me? Come home, daddy. Please protect me.~" The little girl started to cry. She tried to stop: She knew she had to be strong. "Jill you are safe. This isn't happening. This is just a memory. It not happening now.~" "You mean it's not real.~" "~No it's not. We are in the parking lot of the Red Rose Inn.~" "~ I just said that we were going to have to search mommy's room to see if she has any jewelry that belongs to you. You said, 'Don't go into mommy's room.' Then you froze up. When I couldn't wake you I went into your mind.~" She felt her father's strong arms around her. "~ I never knew Joan did anything like to you.~" "~It must have been having a gun shoved in my mouth yesterday that caused the flashback. She said she was 'Bad Mommy.' Oh daddy I am so afraid.~" She could feel her father kissing her hair. Then she started to hear the sounds in the parking lot. Jill opened her eyes and said, "Let's go in I'm starving." Her dad started talking again. "Don't you want to go home?" "No I want to get away from any memories of her at least for now. Don't worry I know I will have to deal with this sooner or later." "Only deal with it when you are ready and in a way that you feel comfortable. Don't think that just because our minds can link that I won't respect your privacy. However if you need me then I will be there for you." "Thanks daddy. You said just the right thing. Now take your hungry daughter into the restaurant so she can eat." We walked across the parking lot toward the Red Rose Inn. It had been a flour mill in colonial times and it was situated on top of a large waterfall. I tried to think of something to talk about that was less depressing. "Daddy you never took me for a ride in that car before." "That's because you were always hiding in your room. It's a Tungsten Grey Ford GT. with rear wheel drive. I used to race and do stunt driving with cars like that when I lived in Texas." "I didn't know you lived in Texas." "When I was teenager I lived on the Davenport Ranch with my grandfather and the rest of the Davenports." "I never knew that there was a Davenport Ranch." "Its still there honey." "How come we never visit them?" "We were always too busy making money. Besides your mom and I were worried about the affect they might have had on you." "What do you me their affect on me?" "They are kind of like a cross between the 'Dukes of Hazard' and 'Dallas.' They are crazy and there is always something going on and it's sometimes it isn't legal. I was as crazy as any of them." "Why are my grandparents different then the rest of Davenports?" "My mother is very conservative. Dad met her when he was in New York getting the financing for an oil deal. It was love at first sight at least for him. She was the daughter of a banker and she made it clear that she wasn't going to leave New York or change her life in anyway. They have a good marriage but I can tell that dad misses living on the ranch. That's why when I was 12 he sent me to live with the Davenports. I loved the life and I was happy but I wanted to be an architect. My mom talked me into moving back to New York and living with them because of New York is the best place to set up a practice. After I met your mom I devoted to myself to architecture and forgot everything else. After the divorce maybe I will take you down to the ranch and let you see for yourself. You should at least get to know your great grand father Boone Davenport and the rest of your relatives." "His name is Boone!" I couldn't help giggling. "I just have to meet him" We walked into the Red Rose Inn. We didn't have reservations, but they knew my dad and they told him that we would be seated shortly. We sat down and waited for a table. I happened to spot a magazine that I wanted to show dad and picked it up. Just then the maître d' led us to our table. It was a secluded booth that dad often used when he took his clients to lunch. It gave us some real privacy or so I thought. Dad reached down and started stroking my thigh. When the waiter came over dad ordered a bottle of Champaign. The waiter must have know about how old I was but he brought over two glass with the Champaign. He didn't seem to mind how close we were sitting either. Actually he acted like it was perfectly natural to see couples like us at the inn. Dad said, "We are going to have to be very careful until after the divorce. I must admit the whole relationship seems pretty strange to me. Not that I'm complaining, I never thought I'd have a girlfriend as beautiful as you." "Thank you, but it really isn't all that unusual. Look at the girl on the cover of this magazine." I handed him, the magazine I picked up on the way in. "What you think, of the model on the cover." "Well, she's very beautiful. The only thing that seems strange is that they actually made her up to look less beautiful and she really is." "They did that deliberately because she is so beautiful she would distract people from the magazine. Her name is Georgia. I met her for the first time I when I worked with Ola on full frontal fashion. We really became close last summer. We used to play paddle ball and watch movies together. When I knew her, she was very shy and thought no man would look at her." "Come on she is too beautiful to ever think that." "It often the beautiful girls who are the most shy. I think that Ola was the only person who could have talked her into modeling. Anyway, she's only a year older then I am, and she also is having sex with her father." "How can you possibly know that?" "I know because, she asked my help in seducing him and anything, I means anything that, that girl sets her mind she does. I can also tell by the look on her face, that she has had some sexual conquests. Nothing boosts a girl's confident as much as seducing a guy that you are attracted to." Dad said, "I don't think I want to hear this." The brunch was great, but we didn't go up to the buffet. We were so interested in sitting next to each other talking, and we decided to just order. I wanted to talk about what we would do after the divorce but dad kept reminding me that we weren't out of the woods yet. If my mother found out what we were doing we would lose everything. The wine was great, but dad limited us to two glasses of champagne apiece. After we left the restaurant we decided to take a look at the waterfalls. The falls are the result of the river going into a gorge. On both sides of the river there are cliffs rising from the bottom of the falls. Someone had cut stairs through the solid rock so you could walk from the top of the falls to the bottom. The walkway was tunneled through the rock with one side left open; the side nearest the river. Still parts of the walkway were like a cave; a tunnel totally surround by rock. It had several fights of stars interspersed with landings. On the landings there were there were benches where couples could sit and watch the water in complete privacy, unless someone came along of course. We walked down to the first landing and were just looking at the water when I saw one of the girls I knew from school running down the steps. Her name was Susie McNamara. "Hi Susie, its great day isn't it." "Gee I didn't think you even remembered my name." "Come on Susie we used to hang out, until I got depressed." "Who's that your father?" "Yeah, Dad this is Susie McNamara and Susie this is my dad Jack Davenport." "I saw you two making out in the restaurant." I didn't know what to say. I looked up and I saw a big beefy guy with gray hair walking down the steps. He came to a stop next to Susie, and he had a stern look on his face. Susie said, "I like you to meet my father, Patrick McNamara, he is Chief of Police." I was terrified, and I could feel that dad was terrified too. Then Mr. McNamara smiled and started shaking dad's hand. "You can close you your mouth Mr. Davenport there is nothing to worry about." Susie had a malicious grin on her face and said, "I couldn't resist. You were always tricking people. And I had to get you back." Dad and I just stood there dumbfounded. Susie said, "Daddy, I think they're still in shock. Let's give them a little show." Susie was a real Irish beauty. She had pale skin and reddish blond wiry hair. She was about 5'6" and had a great figure with a C-cup and thin legs. They walked back against the wall. Then Susie's Dad, put one arm around her and with his other hand, he grabbed her breast. Then he bent her over and gave her one of those kisses you only see in old movies. Dad said, "Maybe we were out of line." "No it's just that almost everyone with some sort of a family involvement goes to the Red Rose for brunch. The problem is Susie is obsessed with Jill." "Oh dad it's not like I am the only one. Everyone was excited when they heard that a famous model was coming to our school and then and I am sorry to say this, but then she disrespects everyone." I said, "Susie let's talk." We left the men talking with each other as we walked down to the next level. I told Susie that I usually can read people but had me fooled. "That's because I hated you when I walked down the stairs but you and your dad looked so cute that I can't hate you anymore. You know you are the only person I know who fought a whole school and won." "What do you mean?" "You made everyone who knew you mad at you. But when someone tried to get back at you, could always find someone to take your side. You just twisted someone around your little finger and they did anything that you wanted. Not only that you are in great physical shape and you knew how to fight." "Please don't be mad at me for saying this but I didn't know that there was a war because I was too depressed to notice. Getting people to do what you want them is what models do. If you can't manipulate people then you aren't a model. Models have to stay in shape if they want to look good. As for fighting I am a nationally ranked fencer and I have a black belt in Gracie Jiu-Jitsu. We reached the next landing and sat down. "No disrespect Jill, but you try to control everything." "I'm sorry. It's just that I have been through a lot and I learned not to trust people." "No one knows what you have been through because you ignore everyone. You act like we are all jerks because we don't live in New York. The worst of it is I thought we were friends or going to be friends anyway and then you dropped me. What happened did you start going into New York to hang with you modeling friends every weekend?" "No I never see them. My mother wouldn't let me and I was too embarrassed. When I went to the school at first I tried to make the best of it but then I just got more and more angry until couldn't stand to be around anyone. That's why I stopped talking to you. I spent most of the school year alone in my room or going to fencing or Jiu- Jitsu classes . I didn't even talk to anyone on the phone." "Why were you so angry? You have a beautiful house, you live in a great town and your family has money?" "I worked for years for a contract where I would have had my own line of clothes and my mother prevented me from getting it because she was jealous. The worse of it was my dad didn't know because he never listened to me. I was ashamed to talk about it with anyone else because I felt like such a loser." Susie gave me a hug. "You poor thing no wonder you are mad." "I feel a lot better today. I finally managed to get my father to listen to me after I seduced him." "Just like a man. That's how I got my father to listen to me. First of all is this something you want?" I tried to answer but Susie said, "Hear me out. We even have club of people like us but if it gets out that any girl is being abused in anyway then the whole thing will blow up in our face and everyone will be in trouble. That's really why I followed you. My father is police chief and he will take your father out if he has to in order to protect you." I jumped up. "He's not hurting dad is he." "Don't be silly. I just want you to know you can tell me anything and no one will hurt you." "Of course I want it. Dad could never force me to do anything; unlike my mom." "Did your mom force you to have sex? I know something happened that wasn't right." "It's hard to explain. Do you know Alex Daniella?" "Oh God he hated you." "I guess it was because I wouldn't talk to him." "No he hated you before that. All the kids used talk about how stuck up you were. He said he had a list of people who thought they were better then anyone else. I told my dad but he couldn't do anything because he never made any direct threats." "I guess I better tell you, last night he and his buddy Sasha Danebe invaded our home and forced me and my dad to have sex at gun point. Please understand, I wanted it to happen and dad and I are both happy about it. Poor dad, he felt so guilty about what happened that he was going to turn himself in to the police. I actually had to trick him into admitting that he liked what happened. After that I almost had to rape him before he would have sex with me this again." "It hard to imagine you having to rape anyone, I have never seen anyone as pretty as you." "Oh there are plenty of prettier girls then me. Actually scratch that. I met may be 5 girls who were prettier then me. Then there was my best friend before I moved here. She was the only one who was a lot prettier then me. God I must sound like a total jerk. Anyway, I want you to know that I am so happy right now that I don't want anything to spoil it." "You gotta tell my dad what happened." "I don't know, Alex and Daneby were killed last night in a car crash. So that's should be the end of it." "I am sorry Jill but you and your father may still be in danger. Someone gave them a lot of money a couple of weeks ago. The police know because that's when they started buying a lot of crack. Someone else was also with them last night. A large pickup truck was following their car closely at the time of the accident. The skid marks at the scene make it look like the person driving the truck deliberately ran them off the road. Then the truck stopped and two people got out and took guns out of the car. They didn't even try to help either one of those guys. The officer who came upon the wreck saw the large black pickup truck leaving the scene when he got there." "Wait a minute didn't it say in the paper that the police found a lot of guns in the car." "Yes but that was a lie to throw off the bad guys. Dad had the paper say that because there was evidence that guns were removed from the car. He wanted to make the guys who took the guns think that didn't get all of them." "Well I can tell you they had guns last night when they left our house. But maybe this has nothing to do with us." Susie smiled and said, "God I hope so. I must have a crush on you because if you were anyone else I would tell my dad no matter what but I won't tell him if you don't want me too." She gave me hug and I started to cry a little. "Please talk to my dad about what happened. You can trust him. He will keep the whole thing confidential." I got up pulled myself together and said, "I will talk to him. I want thank you for your help. There is so much I don't know about this kind of relationship. Can we talk some more and maybe hang out." "Sit down. Before you talk to my dad, there are some things you need to know. Girls like us are prostitutes." "What do you mean?" "Sometimes the only way to buy someone's silence is to screw them. Then if they tell on you they will get into trouble too. The other thing is you may need help from the incest community and the only way that you can prove you are one of us it to have group sex." I couldn't believe it. "What incest community?" "What do you expect? There is no group that is more hated and feared. It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor or white or black we all stick together. It's the only way we can survive. Let's get real. Most people who engage in incest are sick not because they engage in incest but because use drugs or they can't hold a job. Either that or they beat their kids into having sex or they pressure them into it. However sometimes it happens normally. Don't forget girls used to marry at 12 and now girls are maturing earlier. Take that along with a break down in the family and what do you expect? The problem is, there is a backlash against sex in this country and some people have gotten hysterical about incest." "Well in some ways that happened to us. I am not a little girl. I had to grow up fast order to survive. I am a woman even if I am 14. With mom making war on both dad and me no wonder we ended up having sex." "If this is the first time that you have had sex you should see a doctor. The problem is an ordinary doctor is supposed to investigate and call the police is they suspect statuary rape or incest." "Then what should I do?" "The only doctors that you can trust are ones you have sex with. Everyone in the club goes to Doc Brady." "I was thinking I would have to go into the city to see a doctor but I forgot about the sex part. I bet Ola knows someone. Scratch that how can I make an appointment?" "You don't make an appointment, you see him at his house after hours. He will call you. I will give him your number. I don't think he will hesitate to call you. You should join our local swingers club as soon as you can." "Does the term 'swingers club' mean what I think it means?" "We call it daddy swapping. You know orgies. You have to participate or they won't think you are really one of us." "I don't know." Susie said, "You and your dad seem like you are very much in love. You both seem so cute but I think that you both are in a lot of trouble, if from no one else but your mother. You told me once that you are afraid of her. She must be pretty evil if someone like you is afraid of her." "I am going to have to talk to dad about it first." "My father didn't want us to have group sex at first. I told him a girl who screws her father can't say 'I'm not that kind of girl'." We laughed. I said, "I told my dad the same thing this morning. I think he is going to have trouble accepting it." "I know, girls have to be the practical ones because men dump all the hard jobs on us and then blame us if anything goes wrong." "I feel the same way." I gave Susie a hug and said, "Listen, I have to get back. If it's alright I will call you today. I still have your number." "You said, if it's alright about calling?, you better call girl." We laughed again. "I'm also going to tell your father about what happened. Oh wait dad knew what we were talking about. He is telling your father about what happened last night as we speak." "Don't tell me, you can hear each others thoughts too." "Dad did some amazing things in bed this morning and he linked our minds somehow. Now we can talk telepathically?" "You dad seems incredible. Now I'm starting to feel jealous again." I had to be honest with her. "I never met anyone like him. He is the dumbest most unaware person that I have ever met and at the same time he is a genius who can also read people's minds." Susie smiled and said, "Actually he sounds a lot like you." We finally made it home. I still had to talk to Susie's dad before we left. We had our arms around each other as we walked across the driveway when we ran into two people looking around the house. They parked in the driveway on the other side of the house that dad uses for his office. When the office door was locked they walked around to the front door. It was a French couple who hired dad to renovate their house. Dad was very embarrassed because they had an appointment. Dad said to the couple, "Bon Jour. You must be the Guermantes. I am sorry this is the first time I ever locked my office door. I apologize for being late." The man said that they had been here only about 5 minutes. Dad still had his arm around me and the woman beamed and said, "Ah amour. This must be your mistress" I stepped up and made myself look French and shook hands with them and said with a Parisian Accent "Bon Jour. Veuillez pardonner mon ignorance de votre langue beautful. Je parle seulement anglais et je fais cela mal." The woman smiled, "But no, you speak perfectly. It gives me great joy to hear real French spoken in America. I know you." She turned to the man she was with and gave him a little shake. "This is the girl in the jeans commercials." The man smiled and said, "You are famous in France right now. People are debating if you are French or American. The man said, "I can't wait to tell our friends that we solved the mystery. Dad said, "What's this about anyway." The woman responded and said, "Well, there is this famous commercial in France where the girl in the commercial says 'We American girls love Rapper Jeans.' But the girl seems so French that everyone is debating if she is really French or American. The company that made the ad refuses to say anything and that fuels the debate." "Daddy I made some commercials in France last August. I did a fashion shoot on the Eifel Tower and some people from a French advertising agency came to watch the shoot. They asked to do some Jeans commercials for TV. I just made myself look and sound French for the commercial and I guess I fooled a lot of people." We went inside and we all sat down in the living room. Then dad apologized and said, "I am sorry in the excitement I forgot to introduce you to my daughter Jill. Madam and Monsieur Guermantes may I present my daughter Jill." I did something that I usually never but I was concerned about my dad's command of the French Language. "Dad it's Mademoiselle. They are brother and sister." Everyone froze. Then Monsieur Guermantes smiled and said, "We are the same no? Your daughter is your mistress." Dad said, "We are the same, yes. She is my daughter and my mistress." We all got up and hugged. Then dad turned to me and said, "If you were their architect you would know that they both sleep in the same room: A room with only one bed." Mademoiselle Guermantes said, "How could you tell we were brother and sister?" With my training as a model I can see that both of you have the same facial features and your body language indicates that you were raised in the same house hold. Monsieur Guermantes said, "You daughter is incredible but is your life accepted here in American. We have been warned to be careful about what we say." I said, "Here it is very difficult." Dad told then that we were both held at gun point last night and that we were not ourselves. They were very sweet. They said we could find refuge at there Chateau. Mademoiselle Guermantes asked me to move to France and live with them. Monsieur Guermantes said that having me live with them would make would also make him very happy. He added, "Your father can come too of course." And everyone laughed "Dad said, "That is if you finalize our agreement." "The couple looked at each other like they panicked. Then Mademoiselle Guermantes said, "We must!" Monsieur Guermantes smiled and said, "But of course." Dad said, "I want to show you my drawing of way the Château will look." Monsieur Guermantes said, "That will not be necessary. We will sign the contract but you must agree to bring your daughter with you when you come to stay with us." Then it hit me. I was now the woman of the house. I ran into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. I found some cookie dough in the refrigerator put some cookies in the oven. I joined the conversation until the buzzer when off and then I served our new friends coffee and cookies. They said they didn't' have much time but they were having such a good time that they lingered. Finally Mademoiselle Guermantes said that they had to leave because they were flying back to Bordeaux tonight. She said that she hoped that we would visit them next week. Dad said we would try to visit them as soon as possible. We said our goodbyes with a lot of kissing. Even dad and Monsieur Guermantes kissed each other on the cheek. Then they went into dad's office to sign the contract and then they left through the office door that leads to the driveway for dad's architecture practice. I went into my room. I was planning on sharing dad's room but I wanted to keep my own room too. I took a shower and then I called Susie. She said she set up and appointment for me to see Dr Brady tonight. She warned me that I was in for a very intense sexual experience. She told me that no matter what happens just keep remembering that the doctor never hurt any of his patients. Dad drove me of course. Doctor Brady had a private driveway cut through the woods on his property that took us to the back of his house. He told us to wait in the car and he would come out and get us. Dad got nervous and said he had a bad feeling and wanted to leave. Just then the doctor poked his head out the back door. I jumped out of the car before dad could stop me. The doctor opened the door for us and then let us into to his waiting room. He looked like the Doctor in the Norman Rockwell painting who was holding a stethoscope against the chest of a little girl's doll. Dad wanted to come in with me but the doctor said he had to stay in the waiting room. I told dad that I would be all right. I asked him not to link our minds as I wanted the examination to be kept private. The examining room had everything you would expect in it including desk and an examination table. It also had a queen size bed and an entertainment center. "My dear, "I had no idea how beautiful you were. I have something special in store for you." "What do you mean?" "Well I have been working on something new; experimental. It won't hurt or anything." Then we sat down at his desk and he asked me all the normal questions. After that we went over to the bed. "My dear we are going to open up your pussy the best possible way." He kissed my pussy. He went down on me in a strange way. He tongue kept going in and out very fast. He moved his mouth all over the top of my pussy. If he weren't so precise it might have hurt but he knew just when to stop his tongue. Then he hit my clit again. At first it didn't' feel like much but then all the sudden I quickly got excited. Then he ran his tongue up inside me. He kept changing the position of his head and when he licked my clit again I was ready to come. Then he played with my pussy for a little while. He and took a break and I looked down and saw that my pussy was completely dilated. He looked inside me with a light. Then he slid his hand inside. He didn't' use a glove. At the same time he pushed down on me from the outside. What had done to me sexually had made me completely relaxed. He told me he was going to do something to my pussy that would allow me to have sex anytime. He put some gel on my pussy and then he attached some electrodes to the outside of my pussy and connected them to a machine. The machine had a monitor and used the information on the screen to guide his hands. He pushed his hand completely inside of me. I realized that he was fisting me. He pushed up from the outside completely exposing my clit. Then he rubbed something he had in his hand against it. He looked the monitor and stroked my pussy until he got a certain reading on the monitor. At that point I could feel electrical shocks inside me. Then he slid his thumb out of my cunt and rubbed it hard against my clit. It felt so good that it hurt. I was so excited that I sat up. He shoved me roughly back down on the bed. He put some liquid on my pussy and held me down while he licked it. Then I started to feel very different: Something was happening to me. After that everything changed. He rubbed that thing on my clit again and just when I thought I couldn't stand it any more. He took off the electrodes; unplugging me from the machine. Then he carried me to the examination table. He put me on the edge of the table so my ass was hanging off of the edge. He pushed a cushion under the small of my back so my butt was up in the air. Then he placed my feet in some special strips which locked around my ankles. He had me stick my arms straight out and then he extended the table so my arms were supported. Then my wrists were locked down. He put a brace on my head so I could only look straight up and then he gagged me. He shoved an inflatable dildo up my butt. It was lubricated so it didn't hurt. Then it slowly inflated. I was terrified when it started to expand. I thought I was a going to explode. The doctor reassurances only made me feel more and more that he was going to kill me. It got so big that I felt like I had to go more then I ever felt that way before. I realize how totally helpless I was strapped to the table and gagged. I felt totally humiliated like a specimen waiting to be dissected. When he pulled out the dildo it felt intensely erotic in a very dirty way. Then the doctor started fucking my ass. All I could do was feel what he made me feel. I was powerless. He had handles built into the top of the table so he could fuck hard me as he wanted. He banged away on me. I kept getting higher and higher. His prick felt like a bullet going through my flesh. I was both filth and a body being violated at the same time. He just fucked me and fucked me. It seemed like forever. Then he slapped my face, my tits and my body again and again and every time he hit me it was like electricity arced from where he hit me and split in half and in half racing to various parts of my body. The electric arc was one of incredibly intense pleasure. My ass started to pulse with pleasure that was so intense that it was painful. It was so intense that it felt like as atom bomb was going off inside of me. Shock wave of pleasure exploded outward slamming into my skin. I came and it was so intense that I didn't understand what was happening. Oh Oh aaaah aaaah uh uh aaaaah aaaah. I just came and came aqaah aaaah aaaaah. I expect release but he kept fucking me and I kept getting higher and higher. Then it hit me that I couldn't handle the feeling; no one could. He kept fucking me until I thought I was going to die. My vision got cloudily for a while. Then I could see very clearly again but then everything got dark. It was like a strobe. I realized that my nervous system was so excited that I was actually going into convulsions. At this point I was convinced that he was fucking me to death. I didn't resist I couldn't. I was tied down and had to give my will over to this perverted sick doctor. I closed my eyes and I saw lightening inside of my eye lids. My whole body started shaking. Luckily I was strapped down or I might have broken some bones. I went back and forth from having an intense sexual feeling to being unconscious. I heard him groaning. He was pouring ropes of come into my rectum. Ah ah ah oh my deeeer my dear girl. Then he was quite but I kept shaking. He pinched my clit again and it was like I was electrocuted a flash and then nothing. I passed into nothingness. When I woke up I could hear but I was blind and my sense of touch was gone. I must have passed out again because all of the sudden my sight was and I realized that I wasn't strapped down any more. I couldn't think because my mind had been reduced to the state of a new born or a primitive animal. I had sensations and emotions but I didn't know what they were. I looked at the doctor. There was something I wanted. Something I needed to do but I couldn't think of what it was. The doctor looked down on me like I was a hurt pet. "You poor thing I know what you want." He shoved his hand completely in my pussy and my ability to feel came back. I squeezed his hand as hard as I could and I had the most intense organism that I ever had. Not best organism that I ever had only the most intense. Actually the whole experience was more like being in hell then anything else. I groaned and milked his hand with my pussy. I was grateful for what he had done: I was grateful for being fisted. I was nothing but a zombie at that point. After the doctor got me dressed he helped me off of the table. Then I just slipped to the ground. The doctor was still nude at that point and when I became level with his cock I started sucking it without thinking. He tried to push me off but he was so overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of power, that he had over me, that he let me suck him off. After I sucked him dry the doctor disentangled himself. He picked me up and put me in a chair but I was too limp to sit down. Then he told me that I should never do something like that ever. At that point I didn't' know what he meant but I felt that if I ever found out what he meant I would obey him. I had no choice at that point. After he got dressed he got me to stand in front of a mirror by a sink and he showed me that were no marks on my face where he hit me. Then he made me rinse out my mouth with a special mouth wash and he made me brush my teeth. By this point my coordination had returned. After I brushed my teeth he had me rinse out my mouth again. Then he put his arm around me and took me out to see dad. I still didn't know what I was doing or who I was but dad got me in the car. I woke up the next day in bed with dad. I didn't remember anything. I got up looked around and snuggled back in to him. My movements woke him up. Dad said, "What happened last night?" "What do you mean?" "I mean what did the doctor do to you?" "Daddy I can't remember anything." What's the last thing you can remember." "I remember the Red Rose Inn and the French couple but I can't remember their names. Then I talked to Susie. That's it. That's the last thing I remember. This is really scary." "Don't worry I am sure we can figure it out if we join minds." We decided to eat first because I was starving. After breakfast I realized that I had to get daddy to screw me in the ass. "I am beginning to remember a little. I remember that the doctor did me from behind. I need you to do it too. Do it hard so I can remember the feeling and get the feel of his touch off of me." "After breakfast I went into mom's room for the first time. I was able to find some unopened lubricant in her bathroom. On the way out I noticed that on her nightstand she had a nude picture of her friend Jackie. I was surprised to see how hot Jackie looked. After that I couldn't help looking around to see if there were any pictures of dad or me, there weren't. I went into my room and took off my nightie and put on a black satin full slip and black paten leather spike high heals. The shoes didn't have a back but instead they had a strap which came off the sandal which wrapped around my ankle. I brushed out my hair and put on some makeup. I wanted to look like I was out on a date. Then I walked down the hall to the room where my father lived. It was like I was in a trance. Everything started to look strange. Dad was lying on bed nude and he was masturbating. He got up and he took the lubricant from my hand and used it on himself. We sat on the edge of the bed and he put him arm around me. He kissed me on the cheek and then the lips. He tried to touch my breast but I pushed his hand away and I tried to get up. Dad pulled me down gently and started kissing me on the cheek. Then he moved down and kissed my neck. The kisses tickled and gave me goose flesh and I started writhing around and as I did my breasts fell into dad's hands. He started fondling them. This time I turned around and kissed him. He reached down and put his hand on my thigh. He started stroking it but when he moved his hand up toward my cunt I clamped both of my legs together. He kept stroking and kissing me and my legs slowly came apart. Finally his hand came to rest on my pussy. He put some lubricant on his fingers and then he entered me. He had one hand inside me and the other was fondling my breast and all the while he was kissing my lips. As I got more and more excited I kept spreading my legs more and more. He waited until my legs spread as wide as they could and my pelvis as moving in time with his hand. Then he said, "Grab your ankles; whore. You are going to get it rough." I stood up but before I could turn he grabbed the front of my slip and ripped the fabric exposing my breasts. I turned and grabbed my ankles. Dad threw the slip over my butt so it hung down over my head: Totally exposing my ass. Then I was rewarded with a short intense spanking. He said, "Ok you dirty little slut I'll fuck your dirty shit hole, if that's what you want but you are going to have to beg whore." I didn't say any thing. He the head of his prick against my ass hole and rubbed it." Beg for it slut. He kept rubbing it and then I couldn't take it any more. "Ok fuck me." "You're not begging?" He stepped back and slapped butt. Then he pressed it again my anis. "Please fuck me I am bagging." He shoved his penis into my rectum. I expected that there would be some resistance and or some pain but it just slipped right in. (Something the doctor did changed me forever. After that I was sexually receptive all the time. It was not like I was hot all the time but a guy could stick his penis into my pussy or my ass anytime and I was always ready.) Dad told me to masturbate so I started fingering myself and fondling my breast. The full slip hung down over my head so I couldn't see anything. He fucked me as hard as he could. All the while I was fighting to not fall off my high heals. It was total humiliation. I could see the attraction. His penis wasn't where it was supposed to be. He was inside me in way that much more profound then just being in my pussy. This way hurt and felt wrong. I was being invaded and I was a going along with it because I was nothing but quivering flesh. He still used his cock with the artistry he used on my pussy. Every time he thrust into me he did something different. He would either point it a slightly different direction or he would vary the speed. Then I could smell my own filth. I wasn't just flesh I was dirty flesh. I wasn't human: I didn't think: I was something you abused like something you jerked off into. I pushed back responding to his rhythm. I wasn't me: I was his; nothing more. Then it hit me he was also being dirtied by being in me. I was filth and I led him into my filth; corrupting him. He fucked me in filth. He kept stroking back and forth inside of my rectum; butt fucking me. Then I squeezed my clit and I came. Wave after wave of dirty pleasure swept over me and as it did a kaleidoscope images from last night flashed before me. He kept fucking my ass and I kept pushing back on his big dick. I was high on the sex and I felt a short intense organism shoot through me. Oh oh aaaah, Oh oh aaaah." Just when I was through dad came. "Oh oh aaaah, Uha Uha Woo woo ah aah haaaaah. Oh oh aaaah, Oh oh aaaah, Oh oh aaaah, Uha Uha Woo woo ah aah haaaaah." After that, dad dragged me into the shower to make sure that we both were clean. He could tell that I had begun to remember but I couldn't face what happened last night alone. The next thing I knew we were in bed. Dad was holding me from behind and was inside of me and we linked up again. "~Jill are you ok? I'm sorry for the way I treated you.~" "~I know but I needed it that way. God it feels great to be totally together again.~" "Ok lets see what happened.~" Daddy did something and suddenly I remembered last night. The whole thing came back like a movie. The doctor did some sick things to me and I don't think I would have been able to handle it except dad was with me every step of the way. Afterward we had a gentle fuck and fell asleep together. The next thing I remember the phone was ringing. Then daddy was talking to the doctor. "No she isn't alright. You didn't hurt her physically but you hurt her mentally. Luck for you that her mind is incredibly strong." There was a pause. Then daddy said, "The fact that you never did anything like this before only makes it worse in my mind. If she wants to see you again you will see her when she wants not when you want and I will be there." Daddy hung up the phone with out saying goodbye. The next week was a busy one. It started off by having dad and I visit my lawyer in New York to start divorce proceedings. My lawyer said that he already had a private detective agency investigate mom and she was extremely dangerous. He warned us that we should expect to be in a fight for our lives. He said normally he would advise us to run away and change our names but mom had too many dangerous friends for us even to do that. Dad told the lawyer to reengage the detective agency. The lawyer said that he would have mom served with the divorce papers as soon as her plane arrived in New York. The rest of the week was spent with dad doing paper work and with me getting ready for the orgy on the weekend. We wanted to get it over with before mom came back to the states. Susie proposed that we do a sex act to start off the orgy. Normally the new couple would do a sex act to prove that they were really involved in incest but having the girl do a sex act with someone else was also permissible. Actually going to an orgy was bad enough without our having sex in public. It would have been too much like the time our home was invaded and two guys watched us have sex. Susie and I spend a lot of time together that week preparing for the orgy. We talked about what Dr Brady had done to me. She said that she was sorry about what the doctor did but he never did anything like that to anyone else. She said that she would have her dad talk to him and make sure that he wouldn't do any like that again. She reminded me that I still needed to have an official office visit so a doctor could document that I lost my virginity in an innocent way. I told her I needed some time before I could get up enough nerve to see Brady again. Susie said had a list of other doctors that I could go if I didn't want to go back to Brady. I told Susie that if I went to a new doctor I would have to have sex with him. I said that I would rather go back to Brady, because after what happened, I wouldn't have to have sex with him and the last thing that I wanted to do right now was have sex with any doctor. We worked out a cute little act. Susie was worried that I wouldn't really be into the orgy and I had to tell her again and again that as a model I could control my feelings to the point were I would be hot for her and everyone else during the orgy. Susie also wanted to really get it on during our rehearsals. I told her that I was really only interested in my dad and I didn't want to be interested in anyone else but that I would feel differently during the orgy. It was clear that Susie had the hots for me. It didn't mind because it was something that models have to live with. We arrived early for the orgy which was held in a mansion in the middle of a large estate. The estate had an excellent security system and was surrounded by stone walls. We went in and took off our clothes. I put on a party dress for my sex act with Susie The orgy had several rules to insure security. People could only come to the estate during a certain time period. Everyone had to gather in the same room before the orgy officially began. After some announcements where made everyone had to introduce themselves before the orgy started. Once the orgy ended everyone had to gather together in one room and after every person was accounted for we had an hour to leave the estate. People milled around talking and drinking coffee and soda until it started. Alcohol and drugs were strictly forbidden. It was very strange and very sexy making small talk with a bunch of half dressed people knowing that soon we would all be having sex. We all gathered in a large room that everyone called the great hall. Most of the furniture was arraigned in a horseshoe shape. In the middle there was open area that was to serve as a stage. There was some furniture in the open area too; which served as props. After everyone came in and was seated, a tall blond with long hair got up. Her name was Alisa, she was about 16, and she talked about the rules. Everything was voluntary and if someone said he or she was resting then they were to be left alone. Any sexual activity that was dangerous in a group was forbidden. Once the orgy started no one was allowed leave and once it ended, everyone had a half hour to meet in the great hall. After everyone was accounted for, people had an hour to leave. Then she called dad and me up front and we introduced ourselves to the group. It was kind of like an AA meeting: They went around and everyone gave their name and said a little about themselves. After they introduced themselves everyone said hi. It was like, "Hi I am Mary Ellen, I'm bi and I love oral sex." Then everyone would say, "Hi Mary Ellen." After the introductions, dad sat down in the front row. Alisa called Susie up front and introduced her to everyone. Susie was wearing a party dress that I had given her for the act. Alisa announced that Susie and I were going to put on a show which was called 'Ardent Seduction' and then she announced that the orgy had officially begun. Then she sat down and put on some music. Susie and I danced to a waltz. We made a great couple. Susie pulled me closer and closer and then started fondling my breasts. I put my head on her shoulder and started to get excited. Then I pulled away turned and started to run and then I stopped not being sure if I really wanted to escape. Susie was right behind me and she reached from behind and started fondling my breasts. I turned my head back and we started kissing. Then I turned around and pushed Susie away. She kept grabbing for me and I kept slapping her hands. Then I turned and ran full speed directly at the center of the group. Everyone could see the panic on my face. Then at the last possible second Susie grabbed my breasts from behind. She pulled me back and my legs flew up into the air so high that my feet were above my head. I had nothing underneath so everyone could see my pussy. Then Susie and I crashed to the ground and I lay there legs akimbo. My dress was up over my waist. Susie went down on me. Her butt was up in the air and her back was to the audience so they could see her pussy and her ass. I kept the same position so Susie could keep eating me but I put my arms and legs down so I could support my self. Then I raised myself up backwards so I was looking upward. Susie grabbed my ass and hung on eating me. She was up on her knees and I used me with my feet and my palms on the floor I started walking away backwards. Susie hung on and kept eating me as I tried to get away. Soon I ran into a strategically placed couch and I was stuck. I sank to the floor and straightened out my arms and legs. Then I drew my knees up to my chest and started petting Susie's hair and raising my hips rhythmically off the floor. Then Susie slid up to my face and we started kissing. Susie whispered that we were a real hit because the people were still watching. I looked up for the first time and saw that we had everyone's full attention. Most people were staring and they were either doing each other or masturbating. Dad was fucking a cute little Cambodian girl doggy style while they both watched. Susie pulled off my dress and I lay there passively as she took off her dress. Neither of us where wearing anything underneath. Susie and I kissed each other passionately. Then she sucked my tits and she started eating me again. I gave myself fully over to the erotic feeling of Susie pleasuring my cunt. Soon I was feeling all tingly and waves of pleasure started passing over me. I was moaning and writhing around on the floor which signaled that I was coming; I was coming. Then I pulled Susie to my face and I shoved my tongue passionately into her mouth. We kissed again and again as I felt her breasts and then I went down on her. I ran my tongue over her in an exaggerated manner showing my gratitude for her forcing herself on me. Finally when Susie couldn't stand it anymore I gave her an intense cunt lapping that drove her wild. I licked her as hard and as fast as I could. I kept going back and forth between her clit and her pussy and then when I was pushing my tongue along the base of her pussy she came. She writhed around groaning while I hung on until she completed her organism. At that point we were supposed to stand up. I stood up but I saw Susie was still on the floor dazed. I helped her up and everyone laughed good-naturedly. I kissed her and asked her if she was all right. Susie said, "If being in heaven means you are alright, then I'm alright." Then we faced the crowd and held hands and bowed low. The crowed applauded wildly. Those who could stand did. People came over to thank us for a good show. Through the crowd I saw dad carrying the little Cambodian girl upstairs. Two identical looking girls with jet black hair and rosy cheeks came over said, "You and Susie were great. We are identical twins and we do lesbian, sex shows too." "Do you two always say the same thing?" One of them said, "Some times we do." Then I thought I heard her say, "I am Aimee McPherson and my sister is simple." "Aimee, when are you going to get tired of telling that stupid joke? I am Semple McPherson and my dad is." The twin's father stepped up and extended his hand. "I am Reverend McPherson. I named the girls after the preacher Aimee Semple McPherson but I should have known the problems that it would cause." "Are you really a minister?" "I am the pastor of the reformed 4 Square Church of Jesus. My church is on the Post Road on the east side of the bridge which leads to the business district. Reverend McPherson made a gesture with his hands and I knew just what he wanted. I got down on all fours and he started fucking me. It felt strange to talk to a minister while he was fucking me doggy style. "I didn't think that Christians were into incest." "There are plenty of incestuous Christians. We are members of a Christian incestuous group called Lott's Children." "Aimee said, "Mom and our brother are members of a mother and son incest group. We are also a member of a sister and brother incest group." Semple said, "We aren't gay exactly. It makes no difference if you are male or female all identical twins do it with each other. As the twins were leaving they repeated how much they liked the act. I sort of lost track after that. Reverend McPherson gave me a nice gentle fuck. After the Reverend finished I looked up and saw and very big black man looking at me and playing with his cock. He was so big and powerful that I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He introduced himself. His name was Garret Bentley and he was professional football player and a body builder. He was 6'9" over 300 lbs with a 33 inch waist. His dick must have been at least 12 inches. He picked me up like I was a doll. He carried me to the hall and pushed me up against a wall. His prick slipped in but I felt like a stuffed sausage. Men will masturbate by stroking their penises with their hands but this man was so big he was able to stroke his penis with me. His held me in the air with his hands around my hips and he just moved me back and forth along his prick. This man was so powerful that he made me feel inconsequential. I had to accept myself as totally his and let go of any control. I had no choice. He banged me against the wall and on to the floor. He got up off the floor with me still on him and banged me against another wall. He fucked me from room to room against walls on the floor and everywhere else. When he was fucking me on the floor it seemed that there always something sticking me in the back and it hurt especially with a 300 lb man on top. When slammed me into a wall he would knock the wind out of me. I didn't care because I was so turned on by being fucked by an ultimate alpha male. Garrett ran down the hall with me on him and burst through a partially opened door. He saw a bed and headed for it and jumped on the bed with me underneath him. Then he had even more energy for driving his giant penis in and out of me. It hit me that I didn't have any little organisms because everything was so intense. His dick was so big that when he pushed himself inside me my clit was pulled up against his prick. I was so high that I didn't know where I was. My uterus started to pulse. Then I realized that I was coming. I exploded, "OOH Ooh ahhh ahha. Ah ah oooh. Aaah ahhha ohuuuuue ohuuuuuo ahhaaah" Then he started coming too, I was his. We came and came. "OOH aaaaah aaaah oh god." Then I remembered to milk his cock and the man when crazy. "No one ever did that. Sweet Jesus. Oh god. Oh God." We rolled over so I was on top and I milked him dry as he begged for mercy. Some people came into the room because he was yelling so much. They were laughing. One of them said, "It looks like Bentley met his match in that little girl." When it was over, he thanked me and staggered out of the room. I lay there. Then a nice girl with brown hair and big tits came in and cleaned out my pussy with her tongue. She kissed me and comforted me. We did sweet girl things to each other and we both had some sweet tingly organisms. Then I fell asleep in her arms. The next thing I remember was dad getting me dressed. I was still groggy when dad took me out to the great hall. When I came in some people applauded. Dad said, "It looks like you are the bell of the ball." Under my breath I said, "Some ball." A beautiful black girl came over holding Garret's hand. She was about 5'5" with C cups. Garret said, "This is my daughter Trisha Garret." She thanked me for giving her dad the best fuck of his life. She said that it seemed to have calmed him down for the first time. She gave me a passionate kiss and I kissed her back. I told her she was lucky to have Garret for a father. We kissed and made out for about a minute. Then the little Cambodian girl came up and I broke the kiss. She and her father introduced themselves. She said that she and my dad spent the whole party together screwing. She was kind of a brown version of me. Her tits may have been a little bigger the mine. She had blond streaks in her brown hair. She had large brown eyes, thin perfectly formed lips and a beautiful smile. She had a real tight body and b- cups. She said that dad was a real expert when it came to sex and I was blessed to have someone like him as a bed partner. I thanked her for taking care of dad. I kissed her and her dad passionately. Then dad shook her father's hand and kissed the girl good bye. We said goodbye to everyone and then we left. As we walked out I told dad he should have chosen a girl who was a lot different then me. Dad said that he wasn't looking for anything else but me. He said that he felt bad that I had to put on a show and all he had to do was stay in the background. He said that he had a great time and he loved fucking the Cambodian girl but he hoped that this would be our last orgy. I gave an 'amen' to that. Late Monday morning my lawyer called and said they served the divorce papers to mom at Jackie's apartment. It seemed that she wasn't overseas at all. Instead she was busy with some financial dealings in New York. The lawyer warned us to be very careful. Mom called dad in the afternoon and we agreed to meet her at a restaurant in town. When we arrived mom was already seated in a booth by a window. She was on her best behavior. She got up and gave us both a kiss. Mom said that if dad wanted a divorce that was ok but she hoped we could still be friends. She said that she wanted me to live with her. I told her that that was impossible. Dad said that no matter what I was going to stay with him but everything else was negotiable. Mom asked to speak with dad in private. She told me to go outside and wait in front of the restaurant so she and dad could have some privacy. She said that dad would get me when they were through talking. I had to go to the bathroom so I went there instead. We kept linked so I knew what she was saying. She as nice at first but when she realized that she wasn't getting anywhere she asked if we were having sex. Dad knew enough to deny everything. Mom eventually said that she knew that we were having sex and that she couldn't understand why dad wouldn't admit it. Then she asked to see me alone. I knew what she was saying so I walked over to the booth. She got dad to agree to wait in the bar so we could have some privacy. She asked me why I didn't wait outside like she asked and I told her I had to go to the bathroom. Mom acted like nothing was wrong and asked if I wanted to live with her. She seemed very nice at first and acted like she wanted to be friends. Then she changed and said that dad had taken advantage of me and he was wrong to have forced me into having sex. I eventually told her she was crazy for thinking that dad and I were doing it. That was a mistake. She changed. Her face became twisted and I blurted out, "Bad mommy." "So you recognize me. You little bitch" She grabbed a table knife. I was terrified. I tried to escape but a man at the next booth got up and grabbed me. It was clear that they had the whole thing planned. What they didn't' know was because dad and I were linked he knew what was happening and in an instant he was there. The man was so busy struggling with me and he didn't' see dad. Dad cold cocked the guy knocking him out. Mom went for me and I ran out of the restaurant. When I just got outside the door a man grabbed me and threw me through the side door of a van. He jumped in himself and closed the door before I could react. Then he jumped in the driver's seat and drove off. I had to think. The van had seats so it wasn't a delivery van. The seats were set up like a bus not like a van families have. The man was young tall and thin. He wore cheap black suit and tie that was designed to trick poor people into thinking that the suit was a good one. He had a rectangular bulge in his breast pocket. It wasn't that he was glad to see me he had a bible in his breast pocket. I started to cry and knelt down on the floor. "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. The Lord is my Shepherd;" The man up front yelled back at me. "Don't worry little girl I am taking you to you mother." I just kept praying. "I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:" "Please, please don't be afraid I am saving you." I slid up to the front seat. "Stop serving Satan. Accept Jesus." "I accept Jesus I am getting you away from you father." "The father is head of his house and the wife must submit." "Yes but..." "You are serving her when she is rebellious and defies the lord." "But he was the one who was defiling you." "Defiling me? My father brought me to Jesus. My mother wants me to go back to modeling. That's why she wants me." "Lies, your mother warned me about you." "Look me, look at me please." I grabbed his face and made him look. "I am a Christian." He looked back to his driving. "I made a promise." I noticed that we were crossing the bridge that leads out of town. Then I remembered the church. "Take me to my pastor." "See the church." It was the only one around. "Ask Pastor McPherson he lives in the house in the back of the church." The van screeched to a stop in front of the rectory. He leaned on the horn. "If no one comes out soon I am leaving. He just put it in gear and I thought I was dead. Then the pastor came running out. The man rolled down the window. "Is she a Christian?" "I don't know let me look." Reverend McPherson looked in the window. I could see he knew just what to do. "She is of my flock. If you were a Christian you would know that." "I am a Christian and a minister of the lord." "You are not if you have hurt this innocent little child." "But her mother..." "Her mother is evil. Let the child go. Deliver her unto me." The man opened his door. He wrapped his arms around me and we got out the van. He held me like a child and then he handed me to Reverend McPherson, who said to the man, "You better go." I looked around. The man had tears in his eyes. He murmured that he was sorry and then he drove off. We went into the house. I called dad's cell phone. He said that he was in his car and that he had been following the van. A car stopped out in front and dad came running. We met at the front door. Dad thanked Pastor McPherson and took me home. Dad called the police chief. He said that as the man let me go and was working for my mother no real crime was committed. He said that mom's charges made things very dangerous but he would fix everything. He said he would make sure that everyone on the force knew what happened and that every officer would know that that protecting me would be their highest priority. I realized that if I was checked out by a doctor who was working for mom that we would be in a lot of trouble. The next day dad had to go to a bank in the mall. He said that I should go with him to be safe. We took the GT. I noticed that there were some extra bags in the backseat. I asked dad if I could look around the mall while he went to the bank. He told me to be careful. We both put each others number in the phone so all we had to do was hit send to ring each other. I looked around trying to find my designs in any of the stores. Mom said that she sold them to other designers but I had never seen them in any store. I had been looking around for about an hour when someone said, "Jill Davenport?" I knew I was in trouble. I ignored them. Then a woman tapped my shoulder and said are you Jill Davenport? There were two people a man and a woman. They wore suits. They had to be cops or child welfare. The woman must be from New York judging from the accent. "No I'm not her." I had a second to choose. "She's in the food court with my friends follow me" I walked away quickly. Then I turned and said, "Come on." I didn't think I had them fooled but I had to buy some time. I walked at a normal pace until I saw a crowd. I ducked into the crowd and took off running. I was weaving in and out of people until I got to the escalator. Someone grabbed my arm. It was the woman, I lost the man but she had me. "You didn't fool me you little bitch." She grabbed my wrist. I pulled away but she grabbed my other wrist hard. By this time we were on the escalator. I remembered my jujitsu and I bent the woman's arm at the elbow and rotated it over her shoulder. I would have broken her shoulder except she that she let go and rolled backward over the railing of the escalator, she fell about 10 feet, into the fountain below. She looked madder then a wet hen. When I got off the escalator I could see that the two had taken up the chase. I saw a group of kids talking. Trisha Garret and the Cambodian girl were among them. When I ran up to them one of the boys said there's that little bitch. The Cambodian girl punched him. Trisha Garret said, "Shut up Jill is my best friend." I asked Trisha if she would help me slow up the two that were chasing me. The kids knew just what to do. They would pretend to be chasing each other but once they got in front of the couple they would stop and accidentally get in their way. It would only buy me a few seconds. The kids started to run but I grabbed one of the guys and pulled him into a hall leading to the bathrooms. No one was around. I told him to slap me on the face hard. The next thing I knew I was on the ground looking up seeing stars. The guy helped me up and apologized. I thanked him and started running. I was looking for a cop any cop. Then I saw one coming toward me. He was in plain clothes but I could always spot them. I ran toward him planning my expressions. I started crying of course. Should I look hysterical? No, it should be terrified and hurt. I ran up to him. He was a big red face Irishman. "I'm Jill Davenport they tried to kidnap me yesterday and now they are after me again." I showed him my wrists. "They tried to grab me." Then I pointed to my cheek that was swollen by the slap. "Look they hit me." "Who?" I pointed to the couple who had been chasing me. "It's them. Help me please, help me." He said, "I heard about the kidnapping and I saw what they were doing." "They're going to get me." "Don't worry little girl they wont hurt anyone ever again." The look on his face so frightened me, that I was tempted to stop him. He started running toward the couple. I started to run but I had to turn and look. It was like looking at a train wreck. The enraged cop and the couple were running toward each other at full speed. They didn't see the cop because they were looking at me. When they came together the cop held the gun in the palm of his hand and slapped the man as hard as he could in his face, with the cold hard steel gun, knocking him flying. I thought that the woman would get by the cop but grabbed her by the neck lifted her as high as he could and swung her around choke-slamming her face first up against the wall. He let go of her holstered his gun and pulled out his cuffs and caught as she bounced off of the wall. Then he handcuffed her and turned her around when she was still in the air and he body slammed her face first into the granite floor. He had the man who was unconscious handcuffed and next to the woman an instant. He knelt down between them. He had his gun pushed against the back of the man's head and his lips where against his ear and he was telling him something. I wanted to call dad but the phone started ringing. I answered it. It was dad telling me to get out of there. My lawyer called and told him that New York child welfare was sending someone across state lines to pick me up. Dad asked me to tell him what exit I was near and head for it. I ran through the doors and up some stairs. The GT slid to stop and I got in. The next thing I knew we are on 95 headed for New York. Dad couldn't talk because he was on the phone. He made one call after another. I had a feeling that we were being followed so kept looking back to see if anyone was following us. It seemed that every car I spotted was following us but each one eventually turned off of at an exit. We were approaching the Throgs Neck Bridge when a black pickup truck came up behind us. We were in the middle lane. They pulled into the left land and dad pulled into the right lane and they passed by. They got off at the next exit and I thought that everything was alright. Then they got on at the next entrance. They were flying. We were in the right lane. I shouted a warning to dad just as they tried to ram us. They hit us but it was just a nudge because dad had speeded up enough to take the force out of the blow. Being hit by the truck speeded us up and Dad got into the left lane and out ran them. Dad said, "What the hell was that?" I answered with out thinking, "Oh that's just mom in Dodge SRT-10 viper." "How the hell did you know that?" "I did a print add for them last year. They can't catch us. That's just a pickup truck." "That pickup truck set the land speed record. We can't go full speed and neither can they but that truck is plenty fast enough and if they ever hit us. Well don't worry they won't." I still didn't know where we were going. Dad got back on the phone. The truck caught up to us after we crossed the Throgs Neck Bridge. Mom didn't try anything she just followed us. We were following the signs for LaGuardia Airport. Dad said, "We have to lose them. I want you do exactly as I say. Remember at the end when I say 'hold on' push yourself back in your seat and hold on to you shoulder belt. After we passed the exit for LaGuardia the right lane opened up and dad got in it. He said, "Can you see mom in the truck?" "Yes it looks like Jackie is with her too." "That's even better. Ok give her a grin. Now start kissing me. Pour it on. Wrap your arms around me. You have the hots for me. Run you hand through my hair. Big kisses, big kisses. Ok now give mom the finger and laugh." Mom pulled in to the left lane and she gunned it. Her face was twisted with hate. Jackie looked scared. Dad said, "HOLD ON." The truck came into our lane and tires were squealing and breaks were smoking. Our car swerved and started spinning. We must have been hit. We headed toward the side of the road. Then we stopped. Everything was fine. Mom's truck was no where in sight. Dad said, "They fell for it. I spun the car completely around. It's a great way to lose people." We were facing the entrance to the highway. Cars were coming on the highway from the entrance lane. Dad fired up the car and we headed off the on ramp. "Did you do that on purpose?" "Of course I did honey. When I was down in Texas it seemed like I was in a car chase at least once a week. I was never caught unless I wanted to be." We had several close calls driving off of the ramp but dad seemed perfectly calm. He had his flashers on and he turned the high beams on and off. We stayed toward the outside of the ramp which was on our left. When we got near the end of the ramp I could see that the road had divided into the entrance ramp and a road going to the airport but the traffic on that road was coming toward us too. Once we got to the beginning of the entrance lane dad slid the car left around the divide and we were headed in the right direction. Soon we reached the entrance of the airport. We drove in. I warned dad that people might be waiting for us in the lobby but we drove right passed the passenger terminal. It was then that I heard the sirens and saw mom's truck. Dad must have seen mom's truck and the cops coming after us but he was perfectly calm. They were gaining on us and I thought that they would catch us any second. Then we turned into the area for private planes. We drove right out onto the tarmac. Dad said, "See that plane." I said, "It looks nice." When I didn't say anything else dad said, "What are the initials on the plane?" "DPA: So what?" "Remember when you showed me the label on a dress that you designed and I didn't know that JILLDA stood Jill Davenport." "You mean the dress from the line of clothes that I designed and mom sold out from under me?" "That's right the one with the slogan 'We're not girls. We're not teens. We're special.' Well I felt like a jerk then. I hope you don't feel that when I tell you that DPA stands for Davenport Airlines." "We have an airline." "Davenport Oil does." Dad put the car into a power slide and he slid my side of car up to the steps in the plane. Mom's car was speeding across the tarmac along with a bunch of police cars. I grabbed my bags and jumped out of the car. Mom's truck was almost on top of us. I started running up the steps with dad behind me. I was afraid that they would stop the plane. The engines roared into life. Someone said, "Hurry Jill." The stairway was being moved back as I ran up the steps. I had to jump. I hoped that dad would make it. Then we fell together in a heap on the floor of the plane. Our bags were all around us. We made it. The stewardess helped me up. I said, "I thought we wouldn't make it." She turned and said to dad, "They always say that." I said, "What do you mean? How many times has this happened?" "You mean a Davenport racing for a plane with the police or someone else after him. It happens all the time. And they always have a pretty girl with them too. She turned to dad and said, "How do you do it? Do you stage these chases just to impress your girlfriends?" Dad smiled extended his hand and said, "Hi I'm Jack Davenport." The stewardess, said, "I heard stories about you. They said you're the crazy one." Dad said, "I didn't think they remembered me." "Oh no they talk about you all the time. I must admit that I don't believe half of what they say." Then she said that we would have to get seated. The plane was already moving pretty fast down the runway. "I was busy looking out of the window. The police had mom and Jackie handcuffed, down on the tarmac. The stewardess pushed me down into the nearest seat and strapped me in just as we took off. After we took off I just sat there stunned. The stewardess came over and said come sit next to Jack. "We are serving Champaign. They always like it after a chase. He wants you to have it with him." Dad was seated on a couch in the middle of the plane. He seemed totally relaxed and happy. After I sat down the stewardess poured the Champaign. She said that the other compartment was made up as a bedroom. Dad smiled and said I know someone who is going to be joining the mile high club. Then the stewardess turned to me said, "Wait I know you. You flew with us before." When I told her I didn't know what she meant she said wait I'll show you. Dad and I started to talk. I decided I should call him Jack instead of daddy while I was on the plane but sometimes I slipped. I was pretty stressed out about how our life has changed. I said, "Jack where are we going?" "We are flying to Bordeaux and staying with the Guermantes. Don't you remember?" "Sure I do but you didn't tell me when we where going to leave." "I really didn't know myself but I had a feeling yesterday that I needed the plane to be ready to leave on a moment's notice. We had to get out of Dodge fast." "The stewardess said the Davenport's thought you are crazy?" "I think that the stewardess was just trying to be nice. I tried to put that life behind me but I forgot how much fun I used to have." The movie screen came to life and was playing a commercial. I ignored it until I heard the word "clothes." On the screen there was a commercial for a new line of special made clothing. There was girl standing holding two rulers strapped together and her picture was being taken by her 'mother' using a digital camera. Then the girl and 'her mother' were seen loading the digital pictures of the girl in to a computer. The pictures were of a front, back and side view of the girl. Then they sent the pictures off over the internet. The voice over said, "In less then a week your handmade dress will be sent to you." I was so upset I forgot where I was and said, "Daddy they stole my idea." "What do you mean?" "That's my idea for my clothing line. Remember I told you about computers cutting clothes for hard to fit girls." Dad said "I wonder what company is behind this." Then the scene shifted to a stage illumined by a single spot light. I was on the screen. I walked into the light. I was wearing the same dress that I wore to the Red Rose Inn. I was smiling and then I spun around. The voice over came on. 'We're not girls. We're not teens. We're special'. Then in large letters there was "JILLDA" on the screen and the voice said, "Jillda!" Dad said, "What the hell was that?" I thought of mom and said, "That's a motive for murder." TO BE CONTINUED 1