Perverts 'R' Us

The Locked Room

By Pedro Vila (ped, mind control, n/c, blackmail)



Jeremy Babcock had no idea where he was when he woke up. In trying to
figure it out, he found that he couldn't remember the past few days at all.
All he was sure about was that he was in a windowless room with a locked
door and no telephone.

The door was solid sounding and nobody answered it no matter how hard he
pounded. After the initial panic, he took inventory of his surroundings.
It was a single room about twenty by twenty feet square with a bed, a
toilet, a sink, and even a small standing shower.

His suitcase wasn't there with him. Suitcase! That's right, he
remembered he had a suitcase for his vacation. Slowly, he was able to
piece together the events that led him here. He was on a train last. A
private room for his long, leisurely trip through the country side. After
all, a man in his position at the embassy should have some comforts from
the stress of international relations.

He must have been kidnapped by one of the terrorist governments the
country was at war with. Well, they'll find that his training was more
than they expected. Jeremy wouldn't break under any torture. He'd been in
the FBI before retiring the civil service.

There was no clock, nor any hint of what time of day it was, much less
what day. He'd guessed that he'd probably been out from six hours to maybe
twenty four. To be medicated longer would have left hints on his body.
That could still put him well out of the country though.

Jeremy sat and resigned himself to a painful ordeal. His vacation was
for a month. It would be longer than that before anybody noticed him
missing, That's if nobody tried to contact him earlier. He doubted it
though. He made it very clear with his staff that under no circumstances
was he to be disturbed unless it was a national emergency.

He was determined to resist with all his power. The country was at
stake, after all.

A bell sounded at a cupboard and Jeremy started at the sudden breaking
of the silence. After a minute, nothing happened and he got up to
investigate. Inside was a hot plate of almost restaurant style food. It
smelled good, but it could be drugged.

He left it there and sat back on the bed. After debating the possible
threats the food could cause, he decided that it might not hurt to see what
happened if he had a bite, and his stomach was growling anyway.

Meatloaf, and not bad tasting, but only a few bites and then wait to see
what happens. Some water at the sink to dilute it, then back to lay on the
bed for a while. Jeremy could only guess at how much time had passed but
it seemed that the food was fine so he finished the cold plate.

There wasn't much to do and so he went over events in his head, and
paperwork, to see if he could get a lead on who might have grabbed him. It
was a long time alone and he didn't realize how busy his life was until he
had so much free time. It seemed like he'd been here for day already and
he knew that wasn't true.

After many hours of pacing and sitting and pacing and then sitting
again, Jeremy was ready for something to happen. "Goddam it! Show
yourselves! Come on! Cowards!!" He suddenly shut up and realized he was
already freaking out. That won't do, he thought. He thought he was
stronger than that.

With a little fear, he sat down and resolved not to go over so quickly.
This was going to be hard. He'd better prepare himself.

Eventually, sleep came to him and he welcomed it against the boredom.
He didn't dream very much but Jeremy woke up with a raging hard on. The
kind like he used to get in his college days. He marveled at his hardness
and felt it ironic that he found himself still capable of this kind of
level of sexual desire in all places.

He lay under the covers and enjoyed the small pleasure of having it and
when it didn't go away after a while, he jacked himself quietly to a quick
orgasm. It felt wonderful to cum so quickly again. He lay back in the
afterglow. He had time and this wasn't the worst way to spend it.

Then he got up for a crap and a shower and as he was drying himself off,
the cupboard dinged again. Jeremy ran for the cupboard door and tried to
push against the inside but nothing budged. He pounded and yelled but
there was no response at all.

The food actually smelled good and he reflected that beside the boredom,
he was being treated fairly well for a prisoner. He ate and felt good
inside, and that put him on his guard suddenly. Maybe this was a way to
lull him into submission and then break him in some horrible way.

Jeremy looked at the plate with some guilt. Then again, maybe he was
just being held for ransom. Money! And his embassy was already contacted.
They might be getting the money for him right now! He scolded himself not
to get his hopes up. This could still get ugly for him. The embassy might
decide that the kidnappers were asking for way too much and balk. Then
they might chop off one of his fingers to make some sick twisted point.

His wife and family would lose it then. He had to be strong for them.
He went back to the bed to get dressed and found his clothes missing.
Someone had come into the room while he was in the shower! This set Jeremy
uneasy. What else have they might have done?

There was a silk robe laying on the bed instead so Jeremy put in on
since there was nothing else to use. It was light and comfortable, the
room was a decent temperature, and if felt good against his drying skin.
In fact, it gave him another hard on.

Jeremy thought that if he got out of this in one piece, he'd have
discovered a new game to play with Margarate, his wife. Or maybe he could
get a mistress. He'd thought about it but never acted on it since his
libido had started to wane years ago.

Some leather clad woman to play lock up with him. His cock got harder
and Jeremy slid under the covers to masturbate himself again. He
fantasized wild fantasies and came quickly again. At least it was passing
the time, he thought.

Then there was the long wait for something to happen, but nothing did.
Jeremy was beginning to go a little sir crazy from the constant nothing
that he was living through. He allowed himself more hard on's and he
masturbated them away almost with a frenzy. He ate food and even jacked
himself off in the shower.

After a few days, at least he hoped it had been days, he couldn't tell,
he started to just jack himself out on the open of the room.

It was after another long shower that he'd come out to find something
changed in the room. It was a TV projector mounted to the ceiling. How it
got there and where it was plugged into he couldn't guess but it was up
there just out of reach and the bed couldn't move for him to stand on.

Then he jumped when it suddenly came on. There was a faint sound from
it that seemed to be somebody being tortured, but as the picture resolved,
it turned out to be a porno movie. Jeremy sat on the bed in a daze,
watching.

He'd been without any form of entertainment for, who knew how long, and
this was hitting his hunger full on. He had no idea how long he sat and
watched. After one movie would end, another would start. His hand
constantly played with his hard cock and he repeatedly ejaculated onto
himself.

Then the movies suddenly stopped. Jeremy found himself panting and
sweating as he started to take in his surroundings again. He looked down
at himself with awe. Here he was, the most virulent he'd been in decades,
and no woman to share it with. The movies made him long for a woman. If
there was one here, he'd show her the time of her life.

Jeremy found himself to be hornier than ever.

He didn't know if it was a good thing that the movies finally stopped,
but he longed for them to start again anyway.

After a while, he was jacking off to the memories of the images that
he'd been spell bound by. He had no idea how long he'd been stroking
himself when the cupboard dinged again.

Jeremy was famished and ate like a pig. Then felt drowsy and slept.

He awoke suddenly as the porno movies started again. The images were
like a drug to him and he masturbated through out the entire showing. It
ended too soon for him and was left longing for more.

This became the standard for the next few seeming days there in that
locked room and Jeremy longed for a woman to have. Even if just to talk
to, or look at.

Gradually though, he came upon the realization that he was being drugged
somehow. It wasn't natural to feel such sexual longings for this amount of
time with this much masturbation, unable to quench the desires.

This was an odd form of psychological manipulation, which made little
sense to Jeremy until he woke up with another person in the room with him.
He woke up horny and hard and jumped when he saw some slight movement in
the corner. There, standing as far in the room from him as she could, was
a little girl.

She was skinny. He could tell because she was scantily dressed. She
seemed short, yet her slimness made her look long. But it was the way she
was dressed that struck Jeremy the hardest. She wore only a pink top,
cropped to barely cover her nipples, a black shiny plastic microskirt, with
a hint of white panties just peeking out from under them, and pink lacy
foot socks. She also had on red lipstick.

Jeremy had to force himself to look beyond her hooker-like dress to see
the scared little girl underneath. She was terrified by him, and she
wanted to crawl up the wall when he reached for the robe. He put his hand
up to calm her and moved very slowly.

"Don't be scared." Jeremy said gently. The girl seemed scared anyway.
"What's your name? Do you have a name?" But she didn't seem to understand.
He tried in french and spanish, but she still didn't seem to react to his
words other than to sink back into the corner more. He went through every
language that he knew bits and pieces of but to no avail.

Jeremy needed to get her talking if he was to find out anything at all
about his captors. He pointed to himself and said, "Jeremy" then pointed
to the child, hoping she'd get the hint. Other than to shrink from his
finger, nothing.

He looked her over for any signs of origin. She was slim, maybe a
little under nourished, with ribs and knees showing. She had brown hair,
cut to bangs and long down the back. That showed a recent haircut, but the
captors could have just down that along with the outfit. She had light
brown eyes, and medium lips. Her fingers seemed clean and there were no
bruises.

She was maybe about seven or eight, but could be small from lack of
food. If he saw her teeth, he'd have a better estimate. He got up and put
on the robe. His cock was still hard and he didn't realize it until the
child saw it and her mouth went open in terror. She must have been
sexually abused before for a reaction like that. It did give him a glimpse
of her mouth and he counted four adult teeth across the top. That put her
older, maybe nine or ten.

So why was she here now? Jeremy wondered. Was she supposed to befriend
him? Get him to let his guard down? Maybe he was supposed to care for her
and then harm would be threatened to her unless he did something he
wouldn't normally do.

First of all, he had to calm her down. Whoever this child was, she'd
been through some form of traumatic experience and Jeremy had to let her
know that he wasn't a part of that. It was also nice to have another
person to talk to, even if that person didn't understand a word he said.
Anything to break the loneliness and boredom.

He would be patient with her. After all, he had a lot of time.

The cupboard dinged and the little girl just about jumped out of her
skin. Jeremy made soothing sounds and moved very slowly to the cupboard,
keeping his distance from the frightened child. Inside the cupboard was
two plates, one obviously for him and a smaller one with a small hotdog, a
jello cup, and a small carton of milk.

The girl eyed the food fearful and starving. Jeremy laid her portion
down on the floor and took his back to the bed to eat. The girl eyed
watched him for a few minutes then lunged for the plate and milk, carrying
it back to her corner, where she ate it fast. She never took her eyes off
of him.

She was finished long before he was and held the plate to her like a
shield. Jeremy shook his head in sadness. What had they done to her. The
poor girl acted like a wild animal.

He talked to her about his stay in the room, knowing that she had no
idea what he was saying. It just felt good to talk and he hoped the calm
voice would make her relax.

After a while, it seemed to be working. She loosened her grip on the
plate and laid back against the wall. She seemed almost hypnotized by his
rambling.

Then the movies started again which caused Jeremy to jump. Instantly,
he was erect and glued to the wall where two women were doing one man.
Then the plate fell to the floor and Jeremy looked back at the girl. She
was almost asleep. In fact, she looked drugged.

He looked back at the movie and down at his raging hard on, then back at
the erotically dressed girl and his first thought was to have sex with her
while she was out.

Then it suddenly hit home. They planned it that way! He was being
coaxed to molest this poor little girl.

Jeremy backed up and away from the dozing child and tempting images. He
shook his head in serious fear. He had almost thought about doing just
that. To a child no less!

His hard on was still going strong and he could feel a little part
inside of him saying to do it anyway. After all he was being forced to.
No court of law could fault him for this kind of torture. It would be the
perfect chance to do something he'd always wanted to.

Except, Jeremy couldn't ever really remember wanting to molest a little
girl. Or did he? There was a time once when he looked at his then young
daughter while she slept, out of curiosity of course. Didn't everyone?
Though it was mildly stimulating to look at, he had no serious desire for
it.

But he didn't have the sexual drive that he was feeling now.

Jeremy's woody raged as the porno movie was glaring it's images siren
like from the wall. He didn't feel drugged, but could somehow tell that
they were slipping him something in some way. He looked at the empty
plates of food. That seemed like the obvious choice.

Jeremy suddenly grabbed them and threw them recklessly into the cupboard
then slammed it shut. He was feeling really angry at them for manipulating
him the way they, whoever they were, had been doing. That and feeling very
horny despite him knowing he was forced to against his will

As best as he could, he worked up some discipline and forced himself to
resist the urges as he walked to the unconscious girl and picked her up
gently. He turned to carry her to lay her comfortably on the bed while he
became acutely aware of the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body
pressed to him. It reminded him of how much he was desperate for the feel
of another living body while masturbating away his captivity.

On the wall was a moving picture of three bodies joined in all kinds of
intimate ways. Jeremy thought for a second that one of them was beaconing
her hand for him to join them. The feeling was hard to resist. He made
himself put the sleeping child down on one side of the bed then walked to
the other to sit and jack off the sexual drives from his body while
watching the movie threesome.

He was rock hard in his hand and was ready for the instant orgasm he was
about to have, when the movie stopped. It was just blank wall and after a
moment of waiting, Jeremy was frustrated enough to lose the surefire
orgasm.

He lay back and tried to remember the images that got him off but he was
having a hard time focusing. He wiped his forehead and threw his hands up
in frustration. They slapped something rubbery.

Jeremy was still trying to regain his senses from the blood rushing
through his head in unfulfilled sexual tension. He wasn't sure what he was
touching. He turned a hand around to grip it good to feel what it was when
it came flooding back to him. He was gripping the little girl's bare
thigh.

It felt as good as when he carried her, better in fact. What the hell,
he was already touching her and it was just by mistake. Plus, she was
asleep anyway.

Jeremy stopped himself quickly that time. That's a tortured child! He
vowed he wouldn't be one of the ones harming her.

He slid to the opposite part of the bed to lay, well away from her. His
cock was throbbing in his hand. Yes, that was better. Then he was aware
of the child again. Jeremy glanced over to where she lay and immediately
took in her curved little body. At that angle, she could have been an
older girl with a flat chest. As long as he didn't look at her face, she
could be a model.

But the face did it. Too young!

Jeremy came on his belly. God, he thought. I was looking at her and I
came!

He turned away and found that his cock was still raging and still felt
good to stroke himself. He did as vague fantasies of female bodies faded
in and out. But it lost it's pleasure as he remembered doing this same
thing countless times before. It was too familiar to him. And the feeling
of an actual warm human body was still fresh on his mind. And it was
laying only a few feet away from him.

He looked again. She was out. She wouldn't know anything if he touched
her again, so he would really be harming her. And he really needed this
release.

He scooted over to her slowly so as not to wake her just in case, and
lay facing her. He had to hold his huge cock, though it looked huge
because she was so small next to it, to keep it from bumping into her.
That would be crossing the line. He just needed to feel her body against
him, he could take care of the cock himself.

With one hand, he grabbed her waist and pulled her up onto her side
facing him. The little girl's arms and head slacked backwards and Jeremy
could see that his cock would be pressed against her body if her held her
any closer. Between the legs! It would be sticking out the other side and
if he came, he wouldn't get any cum on her.

A brief image flashed of cumming in her panties and he resisted the
urge. He pulled her against him with a leg up to saddle himself between and
then reached down for himself. The feel of her body across his and finding
that more of his cock was between her thighs than sticking out in back made
him cum.

He exploded out over the bed behind her and held her fast. Then as it
worked itself out, he felt another one on the way. It hit him fast as well
and hurt a little. Jeremy started to shudder as another wave of cumming
swept over him.

The warmth of her little body drove to the surface all of his sexual
needs and he couldn't stop cumming against her. He held her tightly,
unable to resist and nosed into her hair, smelling her scent. Female,
though very young.

The urge to fuck her hit him and he suddenly let her go and rolled onto
his back. Don't cross the line. Jeremy was in emotional conflicted when
he started to fade to sleep, He held a pillow to his hard cock just before
he dozed.

When Jeremy awoke, he had forgotten for a moment what had happened and
his gasp at finding the child asleep next to him caused her to awake too.
Her first reaction was shock as she recounted what ever her ordeal was.
Then crying as she looked at Jeremy naked next to her. He could tell from
her face that she thought he'd had her.

He put his hands up and tried to reassure her that nothing happened. He
got off the bed and backed away from her, still trying to sound soothing.
She wasn't trying to get away from him and he realized he was trying to
convince himself that he hadn't hurt her. It gave him a shock to realize
that she had surrendered after waking with him in bed.

That made Jeremy feel worse. The poor girl thought that he'd raped her
when in fact he didn't.

All he could do was sit with his back to the wall and watch her. The
child stopped sobbing after a while but still wouldn't look at him. Jeremy
jumped when she got up out of bed and walked in his direction, but she made
a turn to the toilet and peed. She didn't even shrug away from him
anymore. And she still wouldn't say a word to him, even when he thought he
was being clear about what her name was.

Jeremy sat there with a torrent of conflicting emotions parading through
his head. It was hard to think logically with the presence of her puzzling
being. Here was a huge clue to what was going on and he still knew no more
than before. Less in fact.

He started when the black hole of the wall screen porno started to draw
the room into it's pull. Jeremy's dick had been trained to go hard for the
movies and it reacted on it's own accord. The little girl looked up at it
with red eyes and then laid back down. She'd seen this stuff before.

Jeremy used all of his willpower to keep from jacking off to the porn.
Then the cupboard dinged. That was enough of a distraction to ignore the
movies on the wall for a time, and he got out two plates. One obviously
for her.

Drugged! It was the food, Jeremy remembered. His cell mate was looking
at him with the food too. He held her plate, a corndog, towards her but
she didn't move to take it. Drugged. She knew it too.

Jeremy had an idea. Maybe he could eat her food and she his, then he
could decrease the horny drug they were putting in him. It probably
wouldn't react to a female child and he might get to sleep the sex drive
away too.

He took back the corndog and shoved his plate for her. She took a
moment to understand and then grabbed for it, pulling it back to the other
end of the bed with her. They both ate fast, her from being hungry and him
from not having that much to eat.

Then the pornos called to him again and he leaned against the bed to
watch.

Jeremy was getting foggy after a bit and realized that he was really
drugged in a way he understood this time. It was a depressant and it
didn't make him sleep, but it did feel like he'd had a lot to drink.

That's when he wasn't thinking clearly at all.

For some reason, he kept thinking that she should be asleep soon and he
could hold her again. Every time he looked at her to see if she was
asleep, it was harder to focus on her.

Jeremy didn't know how long he was checking on her. Time stopped
running normally and he figured that she must be out by now. He got up
wobbly and stood over her. It didn't look like she was moving as far as he
could tell but he couldn't focus enough on her eyes to see if they were
open or shut.

Suddenly, he could feel the call from his cock and he simply gave in to
it.

He was on top of her in an instant and her arms and legs didn't seem to
stay were he was putting them. There was an occasional whining sound in
his head too. Jeremy had forgotten his vow or where the line for him was.
He dived in for what he'd always wanted and for some reason felt this was
an okay time to get it.

A sudden sparkle of light in his face shocked him to focus and in that
instant, he knew that he'd been slapped. She wasn't drugged to fall
asleep, he was. He couldn't tell what he been doing to her but had enough
sense to pull away and lay down on the floor out of her sight.

It was a weird dream land with sexual feelings and swimming bodies like
from a porno movie collage, as he tried to tell if he was awake or asleep.
It must have been sleep, because the child was asleep when he lifted up to
check on her, after feeling a little more lucid.

She was curled up, holding a pillow. Her face was buried in it and her
legs looked smooth and white wrapped around it below. Had he fucked her?
He couldn't tell but something was telling him that she'd been fucked a few
times before. Maybe he hadn't hurt her too bad in the scheme of things.

He was still a little drugged and it was easy to go back to sleep. He
lay on the bed that time, out before anything made him horny.

It was the ding that woke him again. The little girl was curled up
against the plain headboard of the bed, watching him. The porno movies
were on still. Jeremy felt tired and hungry so he got up to get their
food.

It was no use switching plates because that idea backfired badly. He
would just have to not eat. Realizing this, he put his plate back in the
cupboard, then took it out again. He wanted to eat it and just get it over
with, which seemed like a stupid thing to do.

They wouldn't stop until he gave in and they had a long time to work on
him. He might as well start having the fun now and maybe get more of it
then if he could hold out a month. He didn't think he could. It dawned on
him that he'd had no training that could help him out with this kind of
situation and felt it in his bones that he would be fucking the child soon
enough. She sat there, her person a constant weight pulling him towards
her.

No. He couldn't do that! What was he thinking? He had to at least
try. Otherwise, he was no better than them.

The girl didn't eat. Jeremy offered his to her but she wouldn't look at
him still. He took a shower and masturbated furiously and the water never
went cold. Just like in a hotel. Could that be a clue?

Jeremy had yelled and kicked at the walls his first day, but couldn't
remember how long he had or if it was enough. He started to yell and kick
again, hoping that there was a hotel guest nearby. But after a good deal
of time, and no reaction from the girl, he stopped. Surely she'd know if
it could work or not. She probably knew where they were. If only she'd
try to talk.

Later, he felt hungry enough to eat his food. Might as well get it over
with. He had eaten most of it when he realized what would happen. Then he
was horny again and the movies started. They, whoever they were, were
clever. And the girl was still within reach if he gave in.

Jeremy locked himself in the shower for as long as he could. It helped
and he finally laid back on the bed in exhaustion. More sleep.

It was almost half a days worth of self control and he was thinking that
it was hard, but he could do it. He was used to her sexual presence in his
mind, like a familiar pair of shoes. Only she was wearing cute little
white laced socks.

It was later the same day, he laid on the bed and held his cock right in
front of the girl. He knew she was watching him, and he knew he shouldn't
do it, but he consoled himself that he wasn't looking at her, couldn't look
at her, so she wouldn't see the pleading in his eyes. The pleading part of
him that said, 'Please let me fuck you and get this over with!'

But the girl had accepted her fate. She shuffled over to him and then
started to strip off her panties. Then she got on the bed next to him and
waited.

Suddenly, his desires changed his viewpoint and he said to himself,
she's saying it's okay to have her. He reached for the child before he
could stop himself, and pulled her over him. He grabbed her little butt
with both hands and squeezed. Firm, yet pliable. She could take him
inside of her.

He wetted his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock then
positioned it for his new lover with shaking hands. Finally, he was going
to get to fuck a living human being! He couldn't hold himself back and
plunged into her. She had been fucked enough before to accept most of his
cock into her little body. Her tightness and silky smoothness inside made
him cum instantly. He came in her and it lubricated her up for deeper
penetrations. He couldn't stop himself again. He came in her time after
time again.

The girl cried the whole time and he held her close as if to comfort her
during his remorseless taking of her body. He held her middle, her
shoulders and her hips while he moved her body over his cock back and
forth. She was light to hold and weak to resist.

Blood rushed through his body. This was so perfect to feel finally that
Jeremy never wanted it to end. It didn't, even after cumming into her
repeatedly, he still wanted to fuck her more.

It seemed to last for hours while the child's tears ran dry.

They both fell asleep in exhaustion.

Jeremy awoke horny. The child was still in his arm and he remembered
everything from before going to sleep.

He had crossed that line and it didn't matter anymore to him now. There
was nothing he could do about it. The girl was asleep still but she looked
sexy as anything he had ever seen. She was the most satisfying fuck he had
ever had and she was all his for as long as he was here.

He rolled onto her and took her again.

She woke up grunting in pain but didn't even fight anymore. Jeremy fuck
her for the entire time he was awake, which seemed like a whole day. He'd
fucked her on the floor, on the bed, against the bed, holding her up
against the wall with her legs dangling, and in the shower with hot water
running over her still clothed body.

Her panties were missing and Jeremy didn't make much of an effort to
find them. But he kept her top and microskirt on to make her pass as older
for his fucking spree.

He had crossed the line and had no reason to hold back anymore. Ideas
started to cross his mind and he was soon making the helpless and tormented
girl do tricks with her body for him while he pumped her ruthlessly. She
was young enough to be bendable in ways that would make an adult woman
jealous. She was made to do splits, back bends, hand stands, and hold her
legs off of the floor so that only his rock hard cock held her up from
inside.

Then he became interested in oral and anal sex. He made little effort
to ease himself into her in those ways. After all, she was already fucked
up and little of what he was doing to her would make any difference
anymore.

Eventually, the child would stare into space and not seem to be in the
same room with him anymore. She took him into her more like a zombie and
simply did what she was told to. Nothing more than a grunt now and then
when he went too deep.

His sexual appetite grew stronger though as he resigned himself to eat
whatever he was given and it didn't seem to matter that he was being
drugged to fuck more often. Jeremy also started to become more aggressive
with her too. Part of him knew it was part of the drugs raging through his
system, but he still emotionally felt that it was because she wasn't giving
him what he felt she should be sexually.

This made him start to get mad at her.

He became shocked at himself when he suddenly slapped her face during an
intense penetration of her. But the crying made him feel terrible while at
the same time making him cum hard into her quivering body.

He pulled out of her and shuddered. What had he become? The memory of
all of his days with her became clear in his mind and he saw himself for
what he had become. A monster, tormenting this poor child in ways no one
should ever have to suffer.

Jeremy fell to his knees and screamed, "Please! Make it stop! Make it
stop!" Then he cried in soul racking sobs of despair.

After he cried himself out, he looked up to where the child was laying,
unmoved from where he had left her. Her eyes were open and blank.

Jeremy felt intense sadness for her and got up, full of remorse, and
kneeled by her side.

"I'm sorry. I'm so terribly, terribly sorry. Please forgive me." he
cried, dryly. She didn't move or react at all. The tortured girl was shut
inside herself in a place where he couldn't touch her.

Out of sorrow, Jeremy put his hand behind her head and held it. Then he
leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. He could smell her hair, with her
sweat mixed in with his there. He closed his eyes tight and held her head
to his lips as he tried to hold back sobs. One more kiss to her head and
then one on the lips.

He opened his eyes as he kissed her harder and saw her eye beginning to
darken. Then his tongue slipped into her mouth and he watched himself
getting aroused again by her from behind a glass window.

He wanted to yell, 'Stop me!' but couldn't seem to get off the road he
was taking with the battered child again.

Jeremy got on the bed, robe open, and took the child softly. His
thrusts became less gentle as he worked himself up to an unstoppable orgasm
in the blank, used child.

He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

Jeremy was about to take the child again, uncontrollably when the movie
on the wall started a new scene. Turning to see, he saw himself raping the
little girl repeatedly in scene after condensed scene.

Of course they were filming him, he thought. Why else make him abuse
the poor child? It was blackmail, plain and simple.

He suddenly cried out a howl from deep inside his tortured soul and fell
to the floor. He lay that way for a minute before suddenly rearing up and
yelling, "You win! I'll do what ever you want! Please make it stop! MAKE
IT STOP!!" then fell back sobbing like a child.

Jeremy wasn't very aware of hands helping him up, or of the next few
days in a white room while his system was purged of the narcotics and
supplements that had been reeking havoc on his body and mental state. His
dreams were fevered and full of unspeakable horrors. He didn't want to
dream them, but was more afraid of being awake.

It was a voice that sounded familiar that called him back to the real
world.

"Mr. Babcock, how was your vacation?" Standing before his bedside in
what looked like a hospital room, was a man he'd worked with at the
embassy. Jeremy tried to recall the name from his swirling mind.

"Mustafa. Mustafa... Ali Mahatya?" he said, barely.

"I see you're still sane. My congratulations, Mr. Babcock. Many have
died in that room."

Jeremy looked hard at Mahatya. "Your behind this?"

Mahatya laughed loudly. "No Mr. Babcock, but we have common friends.
I'm here to explain to you what is required."

"The girl." Jeremy had to ask. "Is she all right?"

"So touching." Mahatya said, sarcastically. "That will depend on you.
You must sleep now. You won't have any more time for your play with the
child. I will be back to explain more when you've rested." Mahatya turned
to leave, then added one more thing. "You must do everything you can to
look well and rested from your... vacation." Then he left leaving the
sound of his laughter.

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