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The Collapse - 1
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)

***

In a post-American future a young woman sells herself 
into slavery to save her family from starvation. (MF-
teens, nc, reluc, 1st, oreg, bd)

***

Author's note: Christie c.2012. Comments may be sent 
to csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk - All characters involved in 
sexual activity are 18 years of age. Nitpickers please 
accept that the narrative is first person from the 
point of view of the main character and that the 
grammar is exactly as I intended it to be. This is a 
work of fiction set into the future and has nothing to 
do with anyone, anything, or anyplace in the real 
world.

***

December 21, 2073

When I was a little girl my mother used to show me her 
collection of old currency sometimes and it always 
amazed me when she'd try to convince me of how much 
they were supposed to be worth. No matter how much she 
tried she could not convince me that some fancy piece 
of paper was worth as much as real money. As I got 
older I would learn how the whole world had once 
traded worthless paper and figures on computers as if 
they had actual value and that when that system 
eventually broke it led to the Collapse.
 
Seems the world's big countries and their banks had 
been making all sorts of this phony money and one day 
the international banking system stopped working. The 
stories I hear vary depending on who tells them, but 
most people agree that it was Germany that started the 
Collapse when the Germans one day refused to take the 
phony money for payment on things. They wanted gold or 
silver or palladium if anyone wanted to buy from them. 
In the United States several states followed suit and 
implemented the same policy over the protests of the 
Federal government. Things just snowballed from there 
and at the end of that week there were very few people 
left in the world who would accept paper money or 
computer money for payment on anything. 

The whole big world changed that week. A bunch of wars 
broke out and some countries used nuclear weapons on 
other countries and some countries even used them on 
their own people. At the end of it all there were a 
bunch of countries that were not countries anymore 
because their governments could not stand after the 
Collapse. Some of the names that passed into the 
history books were China, Indonesia, India, Brazil, 
Argentina, Russia, and the United States, to name a 
few. Famines followed the Collapse and the wars and 
then plagues spread, too. Five years after the 
Collapse the world had only three billion people left. 
Ten years later there were only two billion. 

Trade and distribution systems that had lasted from 
the days of the Hanseatic League failed with the 
Collapse and contributed to the intensity of the wars, 
famines, and plagues as food and medicines became rare 
in most of the world. My mother's family did okay 
because my grandparents had planned for the Collapse. 
Momma used to say that Grandpa had been a very careful 
man and that he gave a lot of thought to planning for 
his family. He had bought a place in the Nevada desert 
and quietly built our home there. Momma says she grew 
up in Palo Alto and sometimes she'd show me pictures 
of what it had looked like and she'd show me pictures 
of holidays where the family had all sorts of food on 
the table. I can't imagine the pictures are real. 
Who'd ever have that much food? 

Anyway, Grandpa built our home into a mountain in the 
Nevada desert and he'd hidden it from the outside so 
only people who knew where it was could find it. We 
still keep it secret from outsiders because you can't 
ever trust outsiders. I remember we once had a family 
show up asking for water and when one of the men went 
to get it for them the little boy from the family shot 
him. We kept their baby and one of the men took their 
girl who was older than me but the rest of that family 
got killed. I got a book with pictures of old Europe 
from their truck and I still have it. Italy was really 
pretty. Hate to think what it looks like now. 

Other than that one family that accidentally found us 
we don't get visitors and we also don't get bandits 
like the fortified towns deal with all the time. I've 
been out scavenging and seen bandits but that was a 
long way from the family home. I have also seen 
militia a few times but never up close. People around 
here talk a lot about the big battle between the 
militia and the bandits up in Elko a few years back 
and they're all happy about it because you don't see 
as many bandits anymore. 

Daily life for us included getting water from the 
well, dusting the solar panels that were hid way up on 
the mountain, taking care of the gardens inside the 
caves, cooking, cleaning, and such. Mostly we younger 
people were all happy and it was the older people who 
were sometimes sad and missing the way things used to 
be. They missed cities and shopping malls and driving 
cars. Myself, I can't imagine being around so many 
people like they used to have. That would scare the 
hell out of me! What did people do back then when 
someone got sick? Did the whole city get sick too? It 
makes you wonder. But our life is really good. 

For me I suppose I should say that it was good. 

As I was getting older Grandpa once said to me that I 
was pretty. Then he said, "Being pretty in hard times 
is a blessing and a curse. I always hope it's a 
blessing for you, baby."

At the time I didn't understand him. But I learned 
what he meant. 

This one year we lost our whole potato crop in just a 
few days. The plants would wither and just a few hours 
later they turned black. 

Grandpa called it 'The Blight' and said some stuff 
about Ireland and he also told us not to eat any of 
the bad potatoes. It took us a couple weeks of hard 
work to clean out the gardens to get all the infected 
soil out and then start bringing in fresh dirt to make 
new soil. It would still be a year or two before we 
would have another potato crop. It meant we would 
starve. 

It was six months after the Blight hit us that Grandma 
died and then just a week after that one of my cousins 
lost her baby. All from starvation. I was feeling it, 
too. My dress fit on me looser than before and my hair 
was starting to get kind of thin in places. Some of 
the men talked about it and made the decision to go to 
Elko to see what they could buy. Where I was actually 
stronger than some of the men at that point I 
volunteered to go along to help however I could. 

One of the things that Grandpa had put away in a cave 
was a big old truck he called a 'deuce and a half' and 
it got used when we had really big things to carry. 
This got prepared for the trip to Elko and the battery 
got fixed up in a day or so charging on the solar and 
then we left. It was only my second trip ever to Elko 
and it was and is the biggest city I have ever been 
to. It took us six hours to get there and I enjoyed 
every minute of it! The cool winter air felt nice 
blowing by and it was so nice to see the new mountains 
and all. Walking that far would have taken ten or 
maybe even fifteen days and it was just amazing to go 
that far so fast! I wished we could use the truck more 
often. 

When we got to Elko we had to stop at the city gates 
to be searched to make sure we were not bandits. The 
guards asked us about our guns and the men traded 
ammunition back and forth which is a way of saying 
you're friendly these days. We drove to the market and 
at the market it was incredible to see so many people! 
There must have been three hundred people there! The 
smells of fresh bread and cooking meat were so 
torturous after spending so many months hungering for 
just a potato. The women had nice clothes and the men 
were all mostly clean. You could tell that they were 
eating well because no one was thin like we were. 

Grandpa and some of the men went off to do some 
trading and I was allowed to walk around with a couple 
of the women. I wanted to go see the bakery just to 
look. They had all these hot loaves of bread sitting 
out and my stomach was growling with the smell of it 
all. I imagined that food like this must cost a 
fortune. All I had were the three silver dimes I found 
one time scavenging a wrecked car near Fallon.
 
"Hiya, honey!" said the baker, "What can I do you 
for?"

"Oh, I was just looking at your bread. It looks so 
amazing but it must cost twenty dollars each!"

The baker laughed at me, "Sweetheart, I've never seen 
a twenty dollar gold piece around here! You flatter me 
with your compliments! And for your compliments you 
can have three loaves for a real dime."

All of that wonderful bread for a dime? 

I handed over one of my dimes and the women with me 
shrieked with joy as I handed each of them a loaf. 
They ran back to the truck to share their bounty with 
their men, leaving me alone at the bakery. I tore off 
a bit of the bread and savored it in my mouth before 
swallowing. It wasn't long after that when half of the 
loaf had disappeared. I hadn't been this full in 
months. As I was basking in the glow of my sated 
stomach a pang of guilt hit me as I realized that I'd 
just eaten enough food to feed three other people. I 
went back into the baker and handed over my two 
remaining dimes and in return he gave me seven loaves 
of the hot bread. When I got back to the truck it 
seemed that a few people had bought different things 
and we ended up having a little feast with some left 
over, too. 

When Grandpa got back to the truck he didn't seem so 
happy. He ate and that helped him a bit but then he 
explained that the man he wanted to buy corn from had 
asked for more gold than we had and that we were going 
to have to figure something out. After eating Grandpa 
took a nap, something he was doing a lot of as he got 
older, and the men sat around and talked. 

About an hour later a stranger walked up to us. He was 
dressed in really nice, clean clothes and his boots 
were shiny. He spoke to some of the men and then came 
closer to talk to Grandpa. 

Standing up Grandpa spoke to him, "Hi, Mr. Evans. What 
can I do for you?" Grandpa didn't sound so happy as he 
said this. 

"Well," said the man, "I was thinking that if you 
didn't have a hundred in gold that maybe you might 
have something else we could trade on. I'd feel bad if 
you people were to starve but I can't just give you 
the corn because that'd be bad for business, you 
understand, right?"
Grandpa nodded.

Casting a glance at our truck he said, "Yeah, the 
truck won't do for me. What else you got?" He started 
looking around again and then his eyes settled on me.

"Oh, now this looks promising." He walked towards me. 

"Edwin," he said to Grandpa, "is this here young lady 
one of yours?"

"That she is. Why?"

The man looked at me like I was one of the loaves of 
bread at the bakery. 

"Because, Edwin, I'm willing to take this here girl of 
yours and then let you load your truck with whatever 
you can carry on it, that's why."

I saw the pain in Grandpa's eyes as he stood on his 
pride. "No, sir, I'm sorry but Amy isn't for sale."

The man looked at me some more before saying, "That's 
a shame Edwin. After you people starve she won't be 
worth much to anyone, now will she?"

A lot of thoughts ran through my mind over what was 
going on here. This man was talking about buying me 
from my family. Momma had told me that before the 
Collapse that slavery had been banned but then after 
the Collapse that it had come back in places where no 
one really cared. I guess Elko was one of those 
places. Still, what the man was offering to my family 
was easily two years' worth of corn. That enough to 
see them through until the potatoes could be counted 
on again. 

I spoke up and all that came out was a croak. 

The man looked at me. "What'd you say girl? Spit it 
out!"

I swallowed and then said, "It's a deal. I'll go with 
you."

Mr. Evans smiled. 

That was followed by an argument between me and my 
Grandpa which ended after an hour with me telling 
Grandpa that if I didn't do this that I was going to 
die anyway. He knew that I was right and we hugged for 
a while and he told me that he loved me and that my 
mother was going to be heartbroken. 

We parted and Mr. Evans told us to meet him at his 
warehouse where the deal would be concluded. I sat 
with Grandpa in the truck as we drove to the warehouse 
and I mostly just cried the whole way. Grandpa did, 
too. Arriving at the warehouse the truck was backed up 
to the loading dock. I got out of the truck and as I 
stepped up on the dock near Mr. Evans he nodded to his 
men and they started to load up the truck. In thirty 
minutes the truck was filled to overloaded and Mr. 
Evans even had his men fill the truck's fuel tanks for 
the trip home. The way he was so generous I could see 
he felt he got the best part of the bargain. 

When it was time for Grandpa to go he hugged me and 
told me that he loved me and then just turned and got 
into the truck. I was just crying the whole time and I 
don't think I really said much of anything to him. The 
truck started up and bucked as it tried to move the 
huge load and then it got going, turned a corner, and 
was gone. A few seconds later I couldn't even hear it 
anymore. 

Taking me by the arm Mr. Evans said to me, "C'mon 
girl, we got some business to take care of now."

We walked from the warehouse down the street a ways 
and came to the courthouse. We walked into the clerk's 
office and Mr. Evans rang the bell on the desk. 

A nice enough looking woman came out from an office 
and said, "Robert! Good afternoon, to what do I owe 
the pleasure of your company today?"

"Seems I need to record a purchase I just made. Think 
you can help me with that?"

She smiled. You could tell they knew each other. "So 
tell me what you have?"

He nodded at me. "That's what I bought."

"Okay, the usual ten year indenture?"

"Nope," he took another look at me, "this one's a 
keeper."

She turned around and picked up a big red ledger. 
Opening it she said, "Good then, we always like that 
kind of business around here. Twenty dollars in gold 
up front and I'll get the paperwork done. Did you 
bring your brand?"

He nodded. 

"Good. Now let's see the color of your money."

He pulled out a gold coin and put it on the counter. 
The woman picked it up and scratched it on a piece of 
slate and then looked at the mark it left. 

"Looks good to me."

She wrote up some paperwork and then turned on a holo 
camera and aimed it at me and then spoke to me. 

"Sweetie, you understand you're on holo right?"

I nodded and said yes. 

"Good. And you also acknowledge that you are entering 
into this business arrangement of your own free will 
and you understand the complete contract that you are 
entered into, is that correct? If so, say yes."

"Yes."

She smiled and looked at Mr. Evans, "Bob, you got 
yourself a slave. You be nice to her now, okay?"

"Of course, I will."

She came around the counter and walked up to me and 
took some sort of thing from Mr. Evans that looked 
like a flashlight but with a small tip. 

"Hold still honey." She said this as she held me by 
the neck and pressed the flashlight thing into the 
other side of my neck. The pain was indescribable as 
it burned into my skin! She pulled back and put a wet 
cloth on the burn. "Bob, you be sure to put something 
on this so she don't get infected, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am." 

Taking me by the arm he tipped his hat at the clerk 
and walked me out the door.

"Amy, you're my legal property now and that brand says 
you're mine, you understand that right?"

"Yes I do"

"And if you run away from me then I'll consider your 
grandpa in breach of contract and I'll take it out of 
his ass, you got that?"

"Yes." I said. 

He slapped me. Hard. 

"Yes, SIR, Amy!"

My bells had been rung and I just mumbled, "Yes, sir."

He took my hand and walked me over to a car that he 
had waiting. He opened the back door and put me in and 
he said something to me but I didn't really hear it. 
He got in the front seat started the motor and we 
drove for about an hour before we pulled up to what 
looked like an old-fashioned fortress. There were a 
couple of towers and you could see some big guns on 
them there were some other things around the property 
that looked like weapons too. As we drove up to the 
gate it opened on its own, letting us enter the main 
yard of the fortress. As soon as we were inside I 
could hear the gate close. He pulled the car into a 
garage, turned off the motor, and got out. Opening the 
back door he told me to get out too.

"Welcome home," he said, "this is where I live and 
this is where you're going to live from now on. I hope 
you like it because you really have no choice about 
that."

As we walked out of the garage I noticed a couple of 
armed men walking around and I also saw some women and 
children. 

As if he knew what I was thinking Mr. Evans said, 
"There're a few families living here. They're the 
families of my men and some of them are slaves like 
you. They sold themselves to me and in return I take 
good care of them and they do some work for me. I have 
other ideas for you so don't think that you have to 
live in one of the shacks like the rest of the slaves 
do."

We walked up to a large metal door that had like a 
peephole next to it. Mr. Evans looked into the 
peephole and then the door opened revealing a long 
hallway. It was about fifty feet long and it came to 
another door at the end. He put his eye up to the 
peephole there and that door opened, as well.
 
Going inside I was kind of shocked. Where the outside 
was all concrete and metal and rock, the inside looked 
like a very nice house with wood on the walls, nice 
carpets, furniture like I had never seen before, and 
most of all it was the cleanest place I had ever seen 
in my life. While I was looking around an older woman, 
maybe eighty -years old, entered the room. 

"Welcome home sir," she said to Mr. Evans, "how may I 
help you?"

"Maggie, this here is Amy and as you can see from my 
mark on her neck she will be staying with us for a 
while. I'd like you to get her cleaned up, get her 
some fresh clothes, and then take these filthy rags of 
hers outside and burn them. Burn the shoes too. She 
won't be needing shoes anymore."

"Yes sir." 

And with that Maggie took me by the arm and we left 
the room. The first thing she did was to have me strip 
off all my clothes and shoes. 

Looking over me she said that I didn't look too bad 
for desert trash. I would've been insulted if I didn't 
agree with her about that trash part. She had me get 
into a small room that was covered in the most 
beautiful tiles and she showed me some handles on the 
wall and told me to turn on the shower. I had no idea 
what she was talking about. She had to show me how to 
use the shower and I thought it was just amazing to 
see hot water come out of the wall like that. The burn 
from my brand stung a lot at first, but then the water 
slowly made it feel a little better. There was a bar 
of real soap in the shower and I figured that I was 
supposed to use it. I washed everything and I washed 
everywhere. 

When I was washing my hair I was pleased to see the 
usual collection of bugs being washed away. I ended up 
staying in the shower so long that Maggie had to come 
get me and tell me to get out. She handed me a cloth 
and told me it was called a towel and I dried myself 
off with it. It was so amazingly soft and it felt so 
good on my skin. 

After getting out of the shower Maggie had me turn 
around for her so she could see me. She went, "Tsk, 
tsk." 

"Girl, have you never shaved your legs and your 
armpits?"

I was shocked at the suggestion. "Of course not. Who 
would?"

She snickered. "You would, that's who. And you're 
going to right now and don't even think of arguing 
with me about it."

It took a while to figure out how to use the lazor 
that Maggie made me learn how to use it and she made 
sure that my armpits and my legs were shaved smooth 
when I got done. It was after I got done with the 
shaving that she put some ointment on my brand and 
then put a bandage on it. 
"Give it a few days and it'll heal up just fine. "

She followed that up by combing out my hair and she 
told me all about my new home while she was doing 
that.

"I think you're going to do just fine here Amy. Mr. 
Evans is a pretty good man and he takes good care of 
everybody. Even us slaves. He used to have a wife but 
she died some years ago in having a baby. The baby 
didn't last long after it was born and if you had seen 
that baby you would know that it was a merciful death. 
Anyhow, Mr. Evans runs cattle and he trades in 
foodstuffs and guns and a bit of whatever he can find 
that's worth a damn. God bless him, he only takes 
slaves for himself so none of us ever have to worry 
about being sold. But if you run away and he catches 
you he'll bury you for sure as a lesson to the rest of 
us."

She went on to tell me about how she had been a clerk 
at a place called a casino in Reno before the 
Collapse. She told me the place had lights and bells 
and it was fancy and how there were rich people just 
like Mr. Evans gambling their money at this place. 
Thousands of rich people! It was hard for me to 
believe that so many people would gamble away their 
money that someone could make a business on it. It 
just didn't seem believable to me. I mean I had had me 
three silver dimes and I hung on to them for almost 
five years before I bought that bread in Elko. How 
could rich people just give away their money? At the 
same time, I knew she wasn't lying about it. 

Going on, she told me that when the Collapse first 
started that most people in Reno just could not 
believe that the old ways were over. She said there 
were people shooting and killing trying to steal the 
old paper money as if it was worth anything anymore. 
She said the old habits just died real hard. Even now 
years and years after the Collapse she said that when 
she would see some old money she could not help but 
pick it up. She told me she must have a million 
dollars in paper money in her room. All of it 
worthless. She went on to say that about a month into 
the Collapse she decided that it was time to get out 
of Reno. She packed up her car and her cat and went 
east on Highway 80 until she got to Elko. That was 
where she ran out of fuel and it's also where she got 
hungry. She met a rancher who took her in and after a 
while he was like her husband. 

She said they lived a good life together but when he 
died she had no rights to anything of his and that 
left her old and out on the street. Mr. Evans took her 
in but under the condition that she agreed to be a 
slave. She did and she said that Mr. Evans had been a 
good owner all of that time. I think she was trying to 
convince me that Mr. Evans would be a good owner for 
me too.

After she got done with my hair she trimmed my 
fingernails and then did my toenails. After that she 
had me put on some hand cream which felt wonderful, 
and then she had me put on my very first perfume. It 
smelled like flowers and I thought it was so wonderful 
that it made me smell like flowers. She left the 
bathroom for a moment and then came back with a very 
soft robe that she had me put on. The robe was made 
out of the same stuff the towel was made out of that 
was the softest thing I had ever worn. I was so used 
to wool dresses that always itched my skin. I remember 
thinking that it would've been nice if I had been born 
a slave instead of being born poor like I was. 

Maggie then led me to a place she called the dining 
room. It had a big table with a lot of chairs around 
it and one chair had a plate with some forks and 
knives and things around it. She asked me if I knew 
how to use them and I said yes then she asked me which 
one was the salad fork and laughed when I didn't know. 
It took me an hour to learn what all of that stuff was 
for and I was kind of happy when Maggie said that I 
was a good student. 

"Mr. Evans is going to be along for dinner real soon 
and you're going to have dinner with him. You're not 
going to slurp your soup, you're not going to wolf 
down your food, you're going to keep your elbows off 
that table, and you're not going to speak to Mr. Evans 
unless he speaks to you first. You got that Amy?"

"Yes ma'am, I do."

She nodded her head at me and then left the room. I 
don't really recall how long I sat there before Mr. 
Evans showed up but it was a while. I had time to 
think about how my day had started and how my day was 
now ending. When Mr. Evans showed up he was still busy 
with work and he was talking to one of his men who 
came to the dining room with him. When the dinner 
showed up it was a big piece of beef with fresh 
carrots and fresh broccoli. My plate had a little bit 
less on it than Mr. Evans played did, but it was still 
more food than I had ever had at one time. I waited 
for him to start eating and then I ate. The food was 
so delicious! It had been all cooked just perfectly! 
There were even sweet rolls with real butter to eat 
with the dinner. I think I ate six of them! 

After dinner there was a piece of cake that came out 
and it was the finest cake I had ever eaten. I was so 
used to cake being made out of corn meal that I didn't 
know what kind of cake this was that it would taste so 
good. I saw Mr. Evans smile a couple times when he 
looked and saw me eating. I guess I was doing the 
right thing. 

When his man finally finished talking about business 
the man started eating them and Mr. Evans finally 
spoke to me. 

"You think you're going to like being here, Amy?"

I nodded gleefully, "Yes sir, I like it a lot 
already!"

He smiled again. "That's good Amy."

He went back to talking about business with his man 
and after the two of them finished eating both of them 
got up and went outside. I had no idea what I was 
supposed to do so I just sat there. A boy came out to 
clear the dishes and he asked me if I was the new 
slave and I said yes. He took all the dishes back to 
the kitchen and a moment later Maggie came back. 

"You happy, sweetheart?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now come with me and I'm going to show you your 
room. It's next door to Mr. Evans room so you need to 
be quiet when you're in there. God forbid you snore!" 

She led me down a long hallway that was lit with more 
electric lights than I had ever seen in my whole life. 
There were all sorts of painted pictures on the walls 
and there some photographs, too, of places with big 
buildings and crowds of people. More people than lived 
in all of Elko! We came to a door and she opened it 
and led me in and it was the nicest room! It must have 
been at least fifteen feet by maybe ten feet and it 
was all mine!

"Now you know how to use a bed and you be sure to 
brush your teeth before you go to bed just in case Mr. 
Evans wants to see you later, you hear?"

I nodded yes and then Maggie spun on her heels and 
closed the door behind her. And locked it. I didn't 
care since I wasn't going to go anywhere anyway. I lay 
down on the bed and it was the softest thing! It felt 
like a cloud and wasn't at all like the hay stuffed 
mattresses we used at home. The carpet was soft too. 
After looking around the room for a while I remembered 
what Maggie had told me so I went to the bathroom and 
there was a real toilet with a sink! I used the water 
and brushed my teeth and went to bed amazed at the 
room and all and how it would be so wonderful to tell 
Grandpa and Momma all about it. 

Except that I never would get to tell them anything, 
would I? 

I ended up crying myself to sleep missing my family. 

I woke up to Maggie shaking me and telling me to wake 
up. 

"C'mon, you. You got things to do. Now get up and 
we'll get you fed and then I got a full day for you"

I did as I was told and followed Maggie to the dining 
room where she had me eat a very big breakfast. I had 
real eggs, fine bread, something she called an orange, 
and then I got to have real coffee with cream in it! 
It tasted really good and not at all like the grain 
coffee we always had at home. 

After breakfast Maggie had me come to her 'salon' and 
she went to work on my feet sanding off the rough skin 
on my soles until my feet felt raw. She put ointment 
on them and they felt better but then they felt weird 
because I could feel everything I stepped on now. 
After that she had me shave my legs and armpits again 
and told me that I had to start doing this every day 
by myself. Then she plucked at my eyebrows and then 
after that she worked on my hair for a long time 
cutting off what wasn't in that good a shape and then 
putting creams on what was left. That was followed by 
make-up and I wasn't so sure of that since I wasn't 
supposed to wear it at home. 

After she was done she had me look in a mirror and I 
didn't recognize the person looking back at me! I was 
pretty! Grandpa was right about that but I don't think 
Grandpa would have recognized me anymore! My hair 
wasn't stringy and matted in places and everything 
just looked so amazing! 

Maggie had me come with her again and we had lunch and 
the lunch was kind of light, just soup and bread, but 
it was all really good. 

After lunch she had me go take a nap telling me to 
rest up before Mr. Evans got home. I was really tired 
from all of the stuff she had done to me and a nap 
sounded so good. I went back to my room and must have 
fallen asleep as soon as I hit the bed because the 
next thing I knew Maggie was waking me up and telling 
me I needed to get ready. 

She had me change from the robe to a really nice satin 
dress. She said it was called a gown and it was pretty 
revealing. I wasn't used to showing my breasts and I 
felt kind of uncomfortable. At least the big comfy 
robe covered me up. She tried having me wear high 
heeled shoes and gave up on that when I kept falling 
so she had me wear some red slippers that closely 
matched the dress.
 
She rushed me out to the dining room and told me to be 
sure to stand when Mr. Evans came in. 

I was just there a couple minutes when he did come in. 
I stood up like I was told to. 

"Jesus." He said as he looked at me. "Jesus H. Kee-
rist! Amy, you are incredible! I'd say your Grandpa 
was pretty generous letting me have you for just a 
hundred bucks! Looking at you now I'd have paid a 
thousand!"

I don't recall now what I said to him but I do 
remember him laughing at it. We had dinner together 
and had a nice conversation. He asked me how I liked 
my new home and what things I liked the most. He also 
asked me if I had ever had a boyfriend and I told him 
no because my folks would never have allowed it. He 
seemed to like that. For dessert he had Maggie bring 
out a bottle of wine. I had never seen wine before and 
Grandpa always said that it was something that good 
people didn't touch, but Mr. Evans told me to drink a 
glass of it and I drank the whole thing because I was 
so thirsty. He poured another glass and laughed when I 
drank that, too. It was kind of sweet and I liked it. 
It also made me feel sort of light in the head and I 
liked that, too. 

He called Maggie for another bottle of the wine and 
she looked sort of disapproving at him and he just 
looked back at her kind of hard and she did what he 
asked. When she brought the bottle he dismissed her 
for the night and poured me three more glasses of the 
wine as we sat there and talked. I was feeling pretty 
giddy after five glasses of wine and when he told me 
it was time for bed I agreed with no thought as to 
what that meant. 

"C'mon, Amy." He said to me, taking my hand. I 
stumbled as I got up and he steadied me and led me to 
his room. As bad off as I was at that moment I still 
found a second to be impressed by his room. 

He sat me on the bed and excused himself for a second 
and I could hear him in his bathroom brushing his 
teeth and doing some other things. When he came out he 
was wearing just a satin robe, red, but a darker red 
than my gown. He had another robe like it in his hand. 

"Amy, let's have you put this on for me, okay? Go on 
in the bathroom and take off that pretty dress of 
yours and put on this robe and then we'll relax, what 
do you say?"

"Yeah, um, sure. Okay!"

I didn't mind the robe really because it was more 
modest than the gown. It took me a little work to get 
out of the tight fitting gown and then I had no 
problem with the robe. The satin felt cool on my skin 
and I felt more secure in the robe, even though it was 
the only thing I had on. When I went back to Mr. Evans 
he gave a low whistle. 

"This is going to be a very nice night, Amy." He 
turned around for a moment and touched a switch on the 
wall and the lights went down to where I could just 
barely see him. He walked up to me and put his arms 
around me and I expected he was going to hug me when 
he leaned in and kissed me. 

I pushed him back. "I don't think I'm supposed to be 
kissing you, Mr. Evans." 

He smiled a little. "I think you should. And since I'm 
the one who gets to say what you do and don't do 
around here I'm saying that you should kiss me. Now 
come over here and kiss me, Amy."

I backed off. 

"Amy, you better learn that when I tell you to do 
something that you do it. So are you going to come 
over here and kiss me?"

I backed off a bit more and between the wine and the 
unfamiliar room I tripped and fell back onto the bed. 
When I fell back my robe came open and Mr. Evans was 
staring at me as I closed it back up. 

"You look pretty damn good. How about you drop that 
robe and let me see all of you?"

He was looking down at me as he said this. "I'm not so 
sure about that, Mr. Evans. Can't I go to my room and 
maybe we can talk about this sometime?"

He slapped me so hard that I saw stars. He stood me up 
and took the robe off of me and then took his off, 
too. Holding me close he kissed me and I felt his body 
close up against mine. It wasn't a soft kiss like I 
had always dreamed of, it was a hard kiss. He kissed 
me so hard that the inside of my lips pressed into my 
teeth enough that I tasted a little blood in my mouth. 
He broke off for a moment and I started to cry. 

"Goddammit. I hate crying. Stop it. Now."

I couldn't. 

He pulled back and I saw it coming this time as he 
slapped me. I fell back on the bed and felt the bed 
shift as he got on it with me. He pulled my legs apart 
and lay down between them. I felt his chest press on 
mine and his breath was hot in my face. 

"I was hoping we could have got off to a better start 
but I think we just need to get this over with so you 
can learn your place around here."

He put his hand down between my legs and I felt his 
finger enter me. I wailed as he did this and he jabbed 
his finger into me, piercing my virginity. Then he ran 
it in and out of me, kissing my neck the whole time. 
His hand came away from between my legs and then he 
squeezed my breast with it. I could smell the blood 
and the scent from my body being smeared on my skin. 

He got up on his elbows and looked me in the eye as I 
felt him move on me. His cock dragged down my belly 
and then slipped between my legs. His finger had left 
me open enough that my body welcomed him as he nudged 
into the cleft of my body. 

"You're going to remember this moment for the rest of 
your life, Amy. Look at me so I can see you."

I looked at him and his eyes locked on mine. He set 
his jaw and I felt him pull back a little. Then he 
pushed into me. I tried to struggle and he just 
dropped all of his weight on me, crushing me into the 
bed. I wailed again with the pain as he moved deeper 
into me and he didn't seem to care. With each motion 
he worked himself into me more and more. I squirmed 
and protested under him, the pain from the stretching 
enough to make me wince, but not enough to make me 
scream. He pressed further into me despite my 
protests. With a final shove he was all the way into 
me and I could feel his body snug against mine. He 
stopped and just held himself in me. He was inside me, 
really and truly inside me. 

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Yes it was. But it was at least a relief to have the 
pain begin to cease. 

He kissed me, gently this time. His lips touched mine 
and then his tongue parted my lips and I knew to open 
my mouth for him. As his tongue entered my mouth his 
body started to move on me and I felt him slowly start 
moving in and out of me. I was sore but it wasn't 
nearly as painful as it was at first. I laid there as 
he moved on top of me, not really responding to him 
but just letting him do what he wanted to. There 
wasn't any fight left in me at that point. 

He moaned a lot as he was having sex with me. That's 
one of the things I remember most about that moment. 
In a way it was gratifying to me as if I'd been 
missing this all my life and now here it was finally 
happening. 

After getting over the initial shock of him taking me 
I did start to relax a little and did fascinate me a 
little that there was someone else's body inside mine. 
The fullness I felt as he would go into me got my 
attention and it wasn't long before my entire world 
consisted of paying attention to this part of him 
going in and out of me like a piston. He kissed me on 
the lips again and this time I kissed him back. It 
just seemed like the right thing to do. He held me a 
little tighter and I felt him drive into me a little 
deeper. I felt my insides stretch and move around to 
make room for him inside me. His lips moved from my 
lips to my breast the suckled on my nipple that gave 
me an electric feeling in my groin. I liked it. My 
hand came up to the back of his head and held him to 
my breast and I was rewarded with another deep thrust 
into my body. 

"Oh, God" he said then started to move in me really 
fast. The pain that it started to subside started to 
come back. Before I could say anything to him he 
pushed into me really hard and really deep and then 
held himself there at the very back of my pussy. At 
the same time I also felt the coolness of his balls 
resting on the warmth of my ass cheeks. Suddenly the 
realization that I was now a woman made me feel older 
than I had felt before. I didn't have long to think 
about that when he pulled himself back from me, my 
skin pulling at him as pulled from me. I felt the 
textures of his body as he pulled from me and amazed 
at how much of it had been inside of me. That growing 
sense of gratification was also now replaced by an 
emptiness inside of me. Just when I was thinking he 
was going to pull away from me he pushed back into me, 
slowly but forcefully, not taking no for an answer, 
until he was fully inside me again. Back and forth he 
pulled and pushed into me, slowly, but with a rhythm 
that soon had me anticipating his moves. 

My bare feet rose up either side of him and brushed 
along his thighs. 

I looked at him and his eyes were closed as he focused 
on what he was doing and I somehow started to care 
about what he was feeling. In that moment I gave 
myself over to what was happening and allowed myself 
to begin to enjoy it. I let my hips rise to meet his 
and was rewarded as his thrusts became slower and more 
deliberate. I could hear the both of us breathing so 
hard as he pounded away at me. His cock was now 
burying itself all the way into me every time he drove 
himself into my depths. His balls slapped my ass 
obscenely and the sound of it almost echoed in the 
room. 

*Something* was almost ready to happen inside me, I 
could feel it building! 

He pressed into me hard and deep and then he froze in 
place. I felt him swell up inside of me and then I 
felt a weird 'flick' inside that was followed by a 
series of flicking sensations inside of me. I had no 
idea what that meant at the time. Covered in sweat, 
Mr. Evans collapsed on top of me with his weight 
crushing me into the mattress. His cock kept pulsing 
inside of me and was feeling a different sensation of 
fullness in my body. I was starting to have a little 
problem breathing when I felt him pull out of me and 
then he rolled off of me. A gush of fluid poured out 
of my body and I just knew that it wasn't anything of 
mine. 

"Jesus, girl, that felt good! I've been needing that 
for a long time." 

He looked at me and then put a hand on my belly, "You 
okay?" I nodded yes. "I'm glad. Sorry I got a little 
rough with you but I needed to get that done because 
you're all I've been thinking about the last few 
nights. Wish it could've been a little more gentle but 
I've learned when a filly fights you then the best 
thing to do is to break her. Now that we got that out 
of the way maybe you and I can be a little more cozy 
like."

I didn't say anything. Really, what could I say anyway 
that would make any difference to him. Things were the 
way they were and this was how things were going to 
be. His hand drifted up to my breast and lingered on 
my nipple as he went to sleep. I don't know how long I 
lay there until I went to sleep myself but I do recall 
thinking about my family and hoping that they were 
safe and fed back at home. And I realized that what I 
was doing was saving my family and I need to think 
about them and not just me. 

Come the morning when I woke up he was still sleeping. 
I eased myself out of the bed trying not to wake him 
up. Picking up my robe I put it on and then quietly 
left his room and made my way to my room. Once inside 
I close the door, dropped my robe, and got into the 
shower. All I wanted to do was to make myself clean. I 
stayed in the shower a good long time until my fingers 
were starting to prune up and the water was starting 
to get cold. When I got out of the shower I dried off 
and put on some of the nice powder that Maggie had 
left in the room for me. Leaving the bathroom and 
going back into my bedroom I found a tray of breakfast 
waiting for me. Despite the events of the evening 
before I could not argue the fact that I was really 
hungry. The eggs and the piece of steak and the fresh 
fruit did not last long. 

Feeling better from the breakfast I got on some 
clothes and went to leave my room. It was kind of 
surprised me when I found the door locked from the 
outside. I tried the doorknob a couple of times and it 
still wouldn't turn. I realize that slaves are not 
free to walk around anywhere they want to go and I 
turned around and sat on the bed. 

Looking around the room I saw a black window on the 
wall and I wondered if this was a way out. When I 
touched it the thing started to hum and after a moment 
it came on and I realized it was like a TV. The only 
thing was that the pictures looked real and not flat 
like they did on a regular TV. It looked like he could 
reach out and touch the things that were on the TV. 
There didn't seem to be any control for the TV and I 
wondered if it was one of those things that was 
controlled by your voice. I spoke to it and nothing 
happened. The program that was on was a horrible thing 
that had men on it killing each other. The men who 
were wearing shiny armor and who had the nice looking 
weapons were the good guys and the men were running 
around in just shorts and shirts were supposed to be 
the bad guys. I didn't see any of the good guys get 
killed and at the end of the program all of the bad 
guys were dead and an announcer tallied up how many 
bad guys were killed by each good guy. I don't think 
this is something I would want to watch again. 

I think it was about an hour before I heard the door 
unlock and Maggie opened the door. "Amy, sweetheart, 
why don't you come with me and I'll show you a few 
things that you can do around the house with me, 
okay?" 

I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."

Maggie took me to the kitchen and put me to work 
washing the dishes. It was the dishes for Mr. Evans 
and then for his hired hands too, so there were a lot 
of dishes to do. I didn't need to be asked to do the 
pots and pans because I figured that was just part of 
the job. I was just finishing up cleaning a frying pan 
when Mr. Evans came into the kitchen. 

"Good morning Amy, you look like you're doing well 
this morning." 

"Yes sir, I am." 

He smiled. "That's good to hear. I was hoping you 
wouldn't have any hard feelings about last night."

Did it matter what my feelings were?

"No sir, I understand how things have to be."

Nodding, he said, "Good. Now I've got a lot of work to 
do and I'll be back in the afternoon to have some 
lunch and I'll see you then." He gave me a kiss and a 
pat on my butt before he left. 

Maggie came back into the room. "Amy, it looks like 
you made him happy. That's a good thing, girl. You 
keep making him happy and he'll keep you around here."

We went back to work at doing chores and there was the 
occasional small talk between us about where I grew up 
and where she grew up and how things were before the 
Collapse. All too soon it was time to get lunch ready 
and Maggie told me to go get a nice dress on so it 
looked nice when I was serving Mr. Evans. I went back 
to my bedroom and found the dress that was modest 
enough to make me happy but it looked nice enough to 
make Maggie happy too. 

When Mr. Evans got home we had a nice lunch put out 
for him and he told us all about his business for the 
morning. After he finished up his luncheon put down 
his napkin he told Maggie that he was ready for some 
dessert and she nodded at him and excused herself. I 
thought she was going to go get some dessert for him. 
Mr. Evans pushed away from the table and says to me, 
"Amy, why don't you come over here where I can get a 
better look at you?" I did as I was told and walked 
over to him. His hands went right to my breasts and he 
pulled me close to kiss him. I made sure to kiss him 
back because I realized it was important to make him 
happy. He pulled me into his lap and then undid my 
dress down to my waist. He pulled it off of my 
shoulders until I was bare above my waist. His kisses 
went everywhere on my face, on my neck, my shoulders, 
and of course my breasts. This went on for a few 
minutes and then he motioned for me to stand up. 

"Come on, girl, you got some work to do." He took me 
by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He closed the 
door behind us and I heard him lock it. 

"Get that dress off and get on the bed." I did what I 
was told and laid back on the bed watching him get 
undressed. His shirt came off first and exposed a mix 
of dark hair and gray hair on his chest. Then his 
pants came off and I got to see his cock for the first 
time. 

Unconsciously, I reached a hand down to my pussy 
wondering how his cock could fit in there. He saw what 
I was feeling at the moment.

"You're wanting me aren't you?" He said. 

"Yes sir." That wasn't really what I was thinking, but 
Maggie's words hung in my ear and I went along. 

Getting on the bed he pulled my ankles apart and just 
like the night before he got between my legs and lay 
down on top of me. "Can't disappoint you can I?" He 
said this as he started kissing my lips while his hand 
drifted down between my legs. I felt his fingers go 
inside me and I was a little dry at first but my body 
responded to him and soon the dryness was gone. There 
was no warning when he pulled his finger from me and 
his cock slipped just inside me. I gasped at the 
sudden intrusion and he kissed me. He pushed more of 
himself into me and I spread my legs wider to let him 
in. He was soon fully involved with me and I wasn't 
complaining. Unlike the night before he didn't go 
slowly, he was pushing fast and deep with each thrust 
and he pulled himself up on me to get deeper. 

Oh, that did it! 

I grasped at him with my arms and legs, pulling him in 
as close as I could. My body pulling and caressing his 
from inside of me, squeezing him, trying to satisfy 
this new need of mine. I felt my pussy begin to 
convulse and then his pounding at my body exploded my 
very first orgasm all over me as if it were fire and 
water all in one. In my pure joy I was lost to the 
world and was only vaguely aware as his cock throbbed 
and I felt the familiar 'flick' inside me that I now 
knew meant that he was done. He fell onto me and 
kissed me and I kissed him back, his body still moving 
and throbbing inside me. His movements evoked more 
pleasure from my pussy and every squeeze it made had 
him catching his breath. The tremors in both of our 
bodies quieted and he finally pulled himself from me 
and, like before, I felt a gush of fluid come out of 
my pussy. 

I was out of breath and exhausted and didn't really 
notice as he got up. He leaned over and kissed me on 
the cheek and then let himself out of the room, 
closing the door behind him. 

Sleep overcame me quite easily and the time slipped 
by. 

The next thing I knew Maggie was gently shaking me, 
trying to wake me up. 

"Amy, come on, get up."

"What's up, Maggie?"

She looked at me and shook her head. "Get up and get 
some clothes on and come down and help me get dinner 
on, it's almost three and you're not going to sleep 
away the whole day."

I took a few minutes in the bathroom to clean myself 
up and then got my dress back on. I got down to the 
kitchen as fast as I could and got right to helping 
Maggie. While we were peeling some apples for a pie I 
felt another gob of fluid come out of me and it went 
'splat!' on the floor. Maggie looked down at it and 
then looked up at me and smiled. 

"He spermed you good, didn't he?" She smiled as she 
said this. 

I looked at her quizzically. "Spermed? I don't get it. 
What's that mean?"

She shook her head. "You really don't know, do you? 
Didn't you learn about sex in your family?"

"Sex was a dirty thing and no one ever talked about 
it. Grandpa said that God would reveal everything to 
everyone in due time but that no one needed to bring 
up stuff like that. He said it wasn't decent."

Maggie put her peeler down and shook her head. 
"Sweetie, then you're going to learn it all the hard 
way. When he's been fucking you did you feel him pump 
something into you down there?"

"Yeah, I did."

She nodded. "That's his sperm. He puts it in you and 
that's how he puts a baby in you. It makes you 
pregnant and that's going to happen sooner or later 
with him giving you all that attention."

I have no idea what else she said. All I heard was 
'pregnant' and my mind went racing thinking about the 
women I knew who had been pregnant and then had 
babies. I put it all together and realized that they 
had all had sex! Even that preachy Mrs. Anders must 
have had sex! And she acted all pious and everything 
and then she was having sex! Right after that I 
realized that if I was having sex then Maggie was 
right that I would be having a baby sooner or later. 

I spent the rest of the day thinking about Mr. Evans 
and sex and babies. Again and again I found my hand 
wander onto my belly thinking about the baby that 
would sooner or later be in there. I also found myself 
thinking about the feelings I was having and how part 
of me was looking forward to the next time Mr. Evans 
came for me. I had a number of thoughts about sex but 
all of them kept coming back to the emptiness that I 
felt after Mr. Evans would pull away from my body. 
There was a big part of me that looked forward to him 
getting between my legs and filling me up again with 
his cock. I liked the feel of his skin on mine and I 
like the feeling of something alive inside of me, 
drawing pleasure from me, giving pleasure back to me, 
and making me feel things I had never felt before. 
There was another part of me that felt very flattered 
that Mr. Evans wanted to have a baby with me. 

Like every girl growing up I had thought about what it 
would be like to be a mother and I played with dolls 
and wondered about them being babies. Now for the 
first time in my life I was contemplating what it 
would be like to have a real baby and I was 
reconciling all of my old ideas about what it was like 
to be a mother and a wife with the facts of sex that I 
had learned in the last day or so. 

The evening wore on and Mr. Evans did not come back 
for dinner. Maggie told me that one of the men had 
passed on to her that Mr. Evans had come across the 
tribe of people escaping old California and he was 
trying to trade with them because they had some tech 
that he wanted. We left the apple pie untouched 
because it was Mr. Evans favorite and Maggie said that 
he would want some when he finally got home. We did go 
ahead and eat dinner and then clean up afterwards. 
Maggie told me to go clean up for the evening I went 
and took a shower and freshened up. We set up for a 
while and she let me have some coffee which she said 
was very rare these days but she remembered when 
people used to give away almost for free. 

As she was drinking the coffee it was like she became 
younger and she started talking about the old days 
before the Collapse. She told me about all of the 
different man she used to date and how she had lived 
with a couple of men but had never been married and 
had never gotten pregnant. She said back then they 
used to have a thing called birth control but that 
after the Collapse all of the birth control tech 
stopped being made and it wasn't so many years later 
that they ran out of it. She said there were a lot of 
people back then who really didn't like birth control 
and she said it had to do with something called 
abortion. I didn't know what 'abortion' meant and I 
didn't ask because it seemed to bother Maggie. 

She laughed when she said that when the time finally 
came for her to want to have a baby she wasn't able to 
because between her birth control and all the men she 
had been with something it happened to her and she 
just couldn't have a baby. I could tell that made her 
sad. She looked down at the table and smiled and then 
looked up at me saying, "Well, you're just going to 
have to have the babies for both of us aren't you?"

I guess I would. 

When it was time to go to bed Maggie told me it would 
be best if I slept in Mr. Evans room because she knew 
he would want to find me there. She walked me to Mr. 
Evans room said good night to me and I could hear her 
lock the door after I got in there. I went to the 
bathroom and brushed my teeth and did my usual things 
before going to bed. I took off my dress and carefully 
folded it and placed it on a chair that was in the 
bedroom. Naked, I pulled back the soft cotton sheets 
and slipped between them and shortly fell asleep. 

Sometime during the night Mr. Evans did come home and 
he quietly got into the bed with me. I woke up as he 
pressed up against me, his skin still cold from the 
night air. My back was to him and I felt him fit up 
against me, spooning me. I tensed when his hand came 
up to my belly and then moved up to my breasts. My 
nipples reacted all on their own when his hands 
wandered to them in his fingers caressed them. I knew 
what he wanted and I wanted it too and I felt a warmth 
start between my legs and spread up into my belly. My 
breasts felt warm as he touched them. It wasn't long 
before I felt his cock pressing into the small of my 
back. His hand went to my hip and pulled me back 
against his body and he sighed with obvious pleasure 
as he did this. He went to kiss my neck but my hair 
was in the way, so I pulled it up for him and was 
rewarded as he began to kiss on my neck and my 
shoulder. I felt him thrust at me and I couldn't help 
but arch my back a little and push my butt back at 
him. 

His hand came up to my face and pulled me over to face 
him and he kissed me on the lips. I started to roll 
over onto my back but he stopped me. His hand went 
down to my knee and pulled my leg up a bit, I 
understood what he wanted me to do and I put my leg 
back over his legs. His cock was now up against my 
pussy he started gently pushing it back and forth, 
making me slick with my juices. This went on for a 
little while and every now and then I'd have that 
sense of urgency that made me push back at him and I'd 
feel him try to get his cock into me. Finally, he took 
me by the hip and pulled back at me as his cock pushed 
at me. I felt him get a little into me and then he 
pushed really hard and I gasped with the sudden 
fullness in my body even though I knew to expect it. 

He set his hips in motion with a slow, deliberate 
pace. Unlike the first two times he had been with me 
this time he stayed deep inside of me, yet still 
managed to stroke back and forth into my body. His 
hand reached around to mine and then he took my hand 
and made me feel where the two of us were coming 
together. I could feel his slickened cock move back 
and forth between my fingers, driving in and out of my 
body. It was warm and smooth yet somehow it was also 
hard. I felt around my pussy and could not believe how 
stretched out I was. I'd never imagined that something 
so small would be able to fit something so big. He 
moved my hand with his then his fingers sought out my 
body down there. He knew exactly where to go and he 
pressed his fingers on that very special part of me. 
It was too much! In just an instant I felt my body 
convulse with ecstasy and I heard myself moaning in 
pleasure. His fingers dug deeper into me so did his 
cock. I pushed back at him as hard as I wanted to feel 
more of this amazing pleasure that he was creating in 
my body. 

Stroke after stroke he pushed into me. His hips would 
push it me and I felt his cock drive deeply into me 
only to have him pull back then I would push back at 
him as he would drive himself and to me yet again. He 
was no longer having sex with me because we were now 
having sex with each other. Another wave of pleasure 
ran over me and I pulled up my leg higher to feel more 
of his flesh inside me. His pumping into me became 
more deliberate I could hear both of us breathing 
harder. With every thrust he was now hitting the very 
deepest inside of my pussy and a part of me was 
disappointed that he couldn't get deeper! I was so 
very close, I so wanted him, I so needed him to 
complete what he was doing inside of me. 

I was jolted by pleasure felt my belly seize up at the 
same time he gave me one more deep thrust and then he 
froze inside of me. I froze with him wanting to feel 
every last sensation, not wanting to miss a thing. I 
felt the throb start inside of his body and passed the 
full length of his cock up into mine. The flick I had 
been feeling before was replaced with what I now knew 
was a spurt inside of me. I gasped again with the 
thought of his sperm surging into my fertile body. He 
shot into me again, pulled himself back, and then 
thrust deep into me then I felt another shot surge in 
to me. He held me tight against his body and I lost 
count of the pulses that throbbed into me. It was so 
much that I could feel the weight of it inside me and 
it freely poured out of me onto my legs. 

Our moment behind us we both slowly relaxed and the 
pulses inside my body ebbed. He stayed inside me 
letting his hands wander over my body and he was 
kissing me on my back. Things got quiet between the 
two of us and he just held me as we both caught our 
breath. I felt getting smaller inside of me and a 
tinge of sadness crossed my mind as the moment came to 
an end. His body slipped from mine and I went to get 
up to go clean myself but he held on to me tightly 
making it clear that I wasn't going anywhere. I 
surrendered to his will and stayed where I was, his 
sperm spilling out of my body and onto the sheets 
beneath us. 

Sleep caught up to him quickly and I could tell from 
his breathing that it was a deep sleep. I lay there in 
his arms, his warmth still pressed against me, 
thinking about what had transpired between us thinking 
about what could be happening right at that moment 
inside my body. There was also a satisfaction I was 
feeling from being the object of his desire, the focus 
of his pleasure, and him the focus of mine. It took me 
a while to get to sleep, but sleep I did. 

I woke up again at some point during the night and was 
momentarily disoriented trying to figure out where I 
was and what was happening. When I came to my senses I 
realized he was already inside me gently thrusting 
into me. I felt the comfort from his attention even 
while not feeling the hungering desire I had felt 
earlier in the evening. I was content to let him hold 
me and take me and after few minutes I took some 
satisfaction in feeling him empty himself into me 
again. Sleep soon reclaimed me and once again I didn't 
notice when he got up in the morning and left. 

When I awoke it was still early enough that Maggie had 
not come looking for me. I took the opportunity to get 
myself out of bed and into the shower. Getting out of 
the bed I was not surprised when a dribble of fluid 
ran down my leg. I caught it with my hand and took a 
moment to study it. It was white, a little lumpy in 
places, and very sticky. The thought also registered 
in my mind that this stuff could have already made me 
a mother. A chill went up my spine as I contemplated 
all that this could mean and then at the same time I 
also found it somewhat exciting to think of Mr. Evans 
filling me with his child. 

I got myself to the kitchen and found Maggie waiting 
for me with some fresh coffee. 

She smiled at me. "Amy, you're doing good things for 
that man, I hope you know that. He went off this 
morning the happiest I think I've ever seen him. " 

She interrupted herself to pass me a fresh biscuit. 
"But I will say I'm wanting to hear from you how 
you're doing with all of this. I got to imagine you've 
got some questions, don't you?"

I did have questions! We sat and talked for what must 
have been two hours and Maggie answered everything I 
was asking about and most of that had to do with sex 
and Mr. Evans. I was sort of shy with the questions at 
first but then she made it clear to me that she didn't 
care what I wanted to ask about, she'd tell me what I 
wanted to know. 

She also told me a few things about how to keep a man 
interested in me and at first I wasn't so interested 
but when she told me that if Mr. Evans wanted to that 
he could sell me to someone else I figured I should 
listen. She told me all sorts of things that I don't 
think my Grandpa would have approved of, but it all 
made sense and I was glad she told me. 

We were surprised when Mr. Evans was back early for 
lunch and he told us not to worry because he wanted a 
shower first anyway. When he went off to the shower 
Maggie told me to go get his towels ready for him and 
to get his clean clothes ready, too. I didn't suspect 
at the time that she was really trying to buy some 
extra time to get the lunch ready. 
When I opened to bathroom door to put out the towels 
Mr. Evans must have heard it. 

"That you, Maggie?" he said. 

"No, sir, it's me. Maggie told me to come get things 
put together for you."

He opened the shower door and looked at me. I saw his 
cock hanging down and as he looked at me it started to 
firm up. 

"Amy, I think I want your help in here. Drop that 
dress and you can wash my back, okay?"

I nodded and did as I was told. He held the shower 
door open for me as I stepped in and then closed it. 
The warmth surrounded me and then Mr. Evans took me in 
his arms and kissed me. I kissed him back and part of 
it was because I wanted to. We kissed for a little bit 
and I felt his cock poke into my belly a few times and 
then he pulled back from me. Reaching around to a 
bottle on the shelf behind him I heard it go 'clink' 
and open. Turning around he smiled at me and said, 
"Hold still, you'll like this."

He sprayed what felt like an oil all over me. He 
sprayed some on himself, too. It smelled of flowers 
and was really nice. Putting the bottle down he 
started to rub the oil into my skin and he let his 
hands linger on my breasts. "Mmmmm" was all he said to 
that. He took my hand and had me rub his cock and I 
heard him pull in a breath as my hand closed around it 
and rubbed oil on it. He stopped me after not too long 
and had me turn around. There was a handrail bar at 
the one end of the shower and he put my hands on it 
and I understood he wanted me to hold on to it. His 
hands went back to my body and pulled my hips back at 
him and then I felt his cock slip across my butt. His 
foot pushed at my feet and I spread my legs in 
response, turning to look at him at the same time. His 
eyes were cast down at my body and he didn't notice my 
looking at him. I kept looking at him as he lined up 
his oiled cock with my pussy and then in one smooth 
motion slipped it all the way into me. 

"Oh, yeah." He said while I hung onto the bar. This 
wasn't painful at all and all I felt was the fullness 
inside me. With the combination of the warm water, the 
smell of flowers, and his easy entry into me it was 
all really very pleasant. He didn't last very long 
this time and had only made a few strokes into me when 
he held me tight and I felt him spurting into me. He 
held himself in me just briefly and then pulled out of 
me. 

"All right, Amy, now you can wash my back." 

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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