M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 1

      As I stand here gazing at my nude reflection in the mirror, it doesn't
seem possible that the body I see has been so ravished and so damaged. Nor does
it appear to be carrying the most catastrophic of all my problems. But it is
and that has led me to what I must now do.

      I gaze over to my bed and I see my wedding gown, still as pretty and
white as it was five years ago tomorrow. Has it really been five years since I
became Mrs. William Bredlove II? The small, Southern town daughter of the local
minister marrying the local high school sports hero and the son of the town's
leading family was so much like a fairy tale. The Depends, plastic bag,
shackles, and other items lying next to the wedding dress, bring me back to
reality and the fact that I have turned that fairy tale into a horror story.
They stand as a silent reminder to what I must do.

      Once again I check the clock. I realize that I have only a few hours
remaining and I must finish this letter. It is important that everyone
understand what has happened and that Bill not be blamed for all of my
mistakes. He has no idea what has happened to me over the past nine months. It
all began when Bill's family lost everything as a result of a product liability
suit. Bill was devastated and nearly had a complete breakdown.

      I work in the purchasing department for a defense contractor in
Huntsville. Several of the vendors had invited me to lunch or offered me
various inducements to sway my decision in their favor. But I always resisted,
not only because I felt it to be wrong, but it was very much against company
rules and I knew that my senior manager, Mr. Washington, would fire me if I
ever did anything against the rules. Two of the men that I worked with lost
their jobs when Mr. Washington discovered they were using a condo in Gulf
Shores owned by one of our vendors. As bad as I felt about them losing their
jobs, I did benefit as I became the lead buyer when they left.

      When Bill's family lost everything, Bill lost his job. We were soon
finding it difficult to make ends meet. I was nearly at wits end one day trying
to figure out how to pay the electric bill when I realized I could "borrow"
some of the petty cash. I did and I was intending to repay it when Bill's car
broke down and I "borrowed" some more. Soon I was in so deep I couldn't see
anyway out when George, one of our vendors, asked if I would like to have
dinner with him. I felt I had nothing to lose so I agreed.

      We had a nice dinner and George was a very easy person to talk to. I soon
found myself telling him about the problems Bill and I were having and how hard
it was to make ends meet on one salary. Well one thing led to another and
George suggested that I get off my high horse and accept a commission on my
buys like all my counterparts in the other companies did. I was shocked that
anyone would do such a thing but George assured me that I was the only buyer he
dealt with that didn't accept commissions. I told him I would never do anything
like that and we dropped the subject.

      About two weeks later I found out that the annual audit for petty cash
was scheduled for the following week. I knew I could never repay what I owed in
time. So I called George and asked him if I could meet him after work. He
agreed and when I met him I asked him if I could borrow a thousand dollars. He
said sure, but why not just take a commission on my last order. The commission
would be $1175.00 and I wouldn't have to repay it. Besides, since I had already
placed the order, the commission wasn't a factor in my decision to select his
firm. Well, to make a long story short, he convinced me. And that is how I
started "taking commissions."

      About six months after I took my first commission, Bill got a good job
with a company in Nashville. I knew that I would be able to stop taking
commissions soon. But it was not soon enough. One Friday my manager, Mrs.
Golden, told me that Mr. Washington wanted to see me in his office. Mr.
Washington always intimidated me. Maybe because he was not only a very large
man, well over six feet tall, but he was also black. In the little town I was
raised, blacks and whites still regarded each other with suspicion.

      "Come in and sit down. I have a video I would like you to watch." Mr.
Washington said as I approached his desk. I sat down, puzzled about his reason
for wanting me to view a video. He reached over, turned on the TV and started
the video. When the first images appeared on the screen, I felt the panic
beginning to well up inside me. There on the screen was George and I at the
diner where we had met just two nights before. I heard George telling me that
my commission for that week was $400 and that I had made over $5500 in just the
past few months. Then I watched in horror as George counted out the four one
hundred dollar bills and I picked them up and put them in my purse.

      "I think we have seen all of that we need to." as he turned off the VCR.
"I am not going to ask you what you were doing, but I am going to give you a
choice. You can do exactly what I ask you to do or I will turn this video over
to our legal department. And, I am sure they would like to ask you about your
"loans" from petty cash."

      I just sat there in shock. Not only was I caught taking commissions, Mr.
Washington knew about my petty cash violations. I didn't know what to say. I
just mumbled, "I guess this means I, uh, am, you know, lost my job?"

      "That depends on you. I want you to go home and think about this. I will
keep this just between us if you agree to do everything I ask you to do for the
next month. If you agree, then no one will ever need to know about this. But if
you choose to not obey me, then you will suffer the consequences of your
actions. And, so there is no misunderstanding, I expect you to become my sex
slave for the next month. That is all Jill. You may go home now."

      I could barely stand my knees were shaking so bad. I managed to stumble
out of the office and get to my desk. I picked up my things and headed for
home. I almost wrecked the car several times on my way home as my mind tried to
sort through what faced me. I get home and somehow made it through the weekend.
By Monday morning I knew that I would have to become Mr. Washington's sex
slave. It was only for a month and no one would ever know. If I didn't, the
scandal caused by my prosecution would surely destroy my dad and Bill.

      I sat at my desk all day Monday, so nervous I couldn't think. Everytime
my phone rang, I jumped, thinking it would be Mr. Washington. Finally, at 3PM
he did call and asked me to come into his office.

      "Well I assume by now you have made a decision," he said as I walked
through the door.

      I couldn't speak and I just nodded my head.

      "Well, what did you decide?," he asked.

      "I, uh, yes, I will do it," I sort of mumbled, my eyes cast down at the
floor.

      "Speak up and look at me when you talk to me. What are you going to do?"

      I managed to look at him and say, "I will do what you want me to do."

      "And exactly what is it I want you do be?"

      "Your sex salve," I muttered, my face becoming crimson.

      "You understand that if you disobey me in anyway, at anytime, I will have
you prosecuted for accepting bribes and petty cash theft?," he asked, a ring of
triumph in his voice.

      Again I just nodded and uttered a weak, "Yes."

      "Ok, we understand each other. Now lock the door and take off your
clothes," he said as he got out of his chair and came around and leaned on the
front of his desk.

      I knew there was no backing out now. I stumbled over to the door and
pressed the lock button. I turned and faced Mr. Washington. He had a nasty leer
on his face. "Hurry up bitch, get out of those clothes." His words hit me with
the impact of a bullet. I began to unbutton my blouse. As I opened the last
button, I almost decided it wasn't worth it and started to rebutting it.

      "Remember, if you change your mind, your picture is going to be in all
the papers and your good family name will be ruined," he said as if he were
reading my mind.

      I began to sob as I took off my blouse and removed my skirt and slip. I
stood before him for a minute in my panties, panty hose, and bra and then in a
final act of submission, reached behind me, unclasped my bra and let it slide
down my arms. My shame was complete a few minutes later when I slide my panties
and pantyhose off my legs and stood before Mr. Washington, my right arm across
my breasts and my left hand covering my mound.

      "Get you hands clasped behind your neck and stand with your legs apart"
he said as he approached me.

      Crying, I did as he asked and watched with horror as he reached out and
cupped my breasts in his hand. Suddenly he grasped each nipple between his
thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted them until the pain was
electrifying. "Shut the fuck up slut. I'll tear these nipples right off your
tits if you keep sobbing." With that he reached down and cupped my sex. He ran
his finger up and down a few times and then jabbed a finger into me. I was very
dry and the pain was immediate. "We will get this cunt of yours wet and loose
by the time I am finished with you. Now get down on your knees."

      I got down on my knees and Mr. Washington reached down and opened his
fly. I nearly became sick as I realized what he was doing. Then, right in front
of my mouth was his cock. The only cock I had ever seen was Bill's. Mr.
Washington's was immense compared to Bill's. "OK bitch, I am going to show you
what a real man's cock is like. Open your mouth and suck it. And I had better
not feel any teeth," he growled.

      Slowly, I reached out and took his cock in my hands and began to lick the
end of it. It was getting bigger and harder as I continued to lick and stroke
it. Suddenly he reached around and grabbed the back of my head and thrust his
cock into my mouth. I thought my jaw would break and I gagged continually as
his massive erection pushed against the back of my throat. Then, as I gagged
just as he trust, I felt his cock slide down my throat. I couldn't breathe and
began to fight and pound on him with my fists.

      "Bitch, just breathe through your nose. I am going to fuck your mouth."

      Somehow I managed to began breathing through my nose as he began to pump
in an out of my mouth and throat. He would pull out until the massive head was
just about out of my throat and then push the entire thing down my throat
again. My mouth was aching from being stretched and drool was running out and
down my chin onto my breasts. Then I felt him push even harder and hold my head
even tighter to him, my chin resting against his massive ball sac. I felt his
cock flex and then I felt a hot liquid spewing into my throat as spurt after
spurt washed down my throat.

      Somehow I managed to get free and pull back. I knew I was going to be
sick and vomited all over the floor. Mr. Washington was furious. "You fucking
cunt! Get that mess cleaned up!"

      I managed to get my clothes back on and went to the janitors closet and
got a bucket and mop and returned to the office and cleaned it up. After I
finished Mr. Washington said, "Ok bitch, you can go now, but we are just
starting. When you come to work from now on, you will not wear any underwear.
No bra. No panties. No anything. And you will keep that cunt of your's
completely shaved. Is that clear?"

      Still in shock and disgust, I just nodded and left. Later, at home, I got
sick to my stomach again as I thought about what had happened. But later, as I
sat on the edge of the bathtub shaving my sex, I knew I had crossed a river of
no return. I was terrified at what tomorrow would bring. Also, what was I going
to tell Bill when he saw my shaved sex? I fell asleep in a troubled and worried
state.

                                 End of Part 1