Article 78194 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Blackwind)
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 06:05:01 UTC
Subject: Sex Slave (mf,ff,bd,rape)
[This story is copyright 1995 by Blackwind and may be distributed or
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distribution.]
Sex Slave
I first met Madelyn six months ago. I had just started my
first day on the job as an office worker at a local health club. The
job was only part-time, but one of the side benefits was use of the
facilities.
Not that I really needed them; even after three children, I
still had a nice figure. That's pretty good, considering the rest of
me - I'm pretty short, only five two, with 36D breasts, and I weigh
just one ten. My best assets are my legs - they're long and shapely,
and my face, which makes me look sixteen, even though I'm thirty two.
My hair is thick and black, very wavy, and long, which helps.
Madelyn introduced herself to me right off. She was the boss -
a fact she made plainly evident. A striking woman of thirty eight, she
could have easily passed for ten or twelve years younger - tall, very
shapely, young face, long, dark blonde hair she wore in a braided pony
tail. Her outfit, made up of a short leather skirt, burgundy blouse
and black pumps, with nude hose, revealed very much to the eye.
She took one look at my outfit and shook her head sadly. I
couldn't see why; it was perfectly business-like. Calf-length skirt,
a white blouse, blazer, white stockings and white pumps.
"No," Madelyn said, shaking her head. There was a look of what
I might call contempt in her eyes. "No, Karen, this will not do. We
like to portray an image of carefree youth here. Notice." She pointed
to the two other girls in the office. Both got up quickly, almost
obediently; they were young and pretty, dressed in short skirts and
tasteful blouses, high heels and such. "I should have told you the
dress code. First, no skirts below the knee; we prefer above or to the
top. Secondly, no hose other than tan or nudes. Above all, nothing
which has no sleeves and nothing loose or rumply. This is a health
club; we prefer to project health, as well."
I nodded. She had a point. Then she smiled at me. "Other than
that, welcome to the Eternal Youth Health Club. There's your desk
over there." She pointed toward a glass top, open front desk with a
terminal and a small filing cabinet. She sat me down and got me
oriented, explained to me that I was permitted to have knicknacks or
family pictures on the desk if I wished, the usual chatter. Then she
let me work.
The other girls were helpful, if quiet; more than once they
stole looks at me, with little smiles. They weren't mean looks, but I
got a funny feeling about it...
When lunchtime came they left, but I stayed behind to get
myself better oriented. I had brought a picture of my family with me,
taken just a month before: my husband, Tim, whom I love dearly, and
who has been nothing but good to me since we married when we were both
sixteen; my oldest daughter, Kera, sixteen, who looks just like me; my
twelve year old, Candace, and my young son Tim Jr., who was six. As I
was putting it into place, my eyes drifted over to the reception
chairs against the far wall. The way they sat, anyone in them had a
full view of all three desks - that included what lay underneath. I
crossed my legs self-consciously, even though my skirt hid everything
and there was nobody there.
That first day, after work, Madelyn offered to pay for a new
wardrobe for me - it was tax deductible, she explained. I didn't
refuse the offer; the look she gave me when I started to was enough to
chill that idea. She even invited herself along, picking out clothes
for me as we shopped after work. She explained the dress code was very
serious.
"At Eternal Youth, we like our guests to have motivation to
succeed," she explained, "and that means both men and women.
Conservative dress simply will not do, you understand."
The trouble was, I was used to conservative dress; I grew up
in a conservative family. I didn't make my children dress that way -
Kera was always in short skirts - but I did. My mother had insisted
it was "terrible" for a woman to show too much leg, and in fact, it
was one reason I got married at sixteen - to get away. Unfortunately,
old habits die hard.
When I showed up for work the next morning, I felt
uncomfortable, yet freer, in the short skirt I was wearing; Madelyn
approved, as did my two co-worker, Carrie Ann and Laura.
Madelyn handed me something else, too - a pair of pink shorts
and running shoes, and a pink t-shirt with the "Eternal Youth" emblem
on front. She told me that certain days of the week, I would be working
the "floor" in the club, and this was my outfit; she would tell me
beforehand.
That started the next day. I was assigned to work with Dave
Coler, one of the instructors; he was young, only twenty six, solidly
built, with wavy blonde hair and laughing blue eyes. Carrie Ann and
Laura had both dated Dave - Carrie Ann, in fact, was married, and was
having an affair with him. I know this because, over time, I caught
them together, usually in the equipment storage room. I never told
anyone, though.
Dave was fun to work with, and I came to look forward to my
days on the "floor," which I alternated with the other girls. He could
be a little overbearing at times: he would put his arm around me all
the time, or pat me on the rear, or make comments about my legs. I
asked him to stop a few times, but he didn't, and I learned to let
it go; it turned on Dave was one of the top instructors, and his word
was stronger than mine with Madelyn.
Finally, though, Dave pushed it too far; he got me alone in
the equipment room one day and pulled out his penis. He said something
about putting it in me; I didn't hear. I stormed out and told Madelyn,
threatening to quit if she didn't do something. She did; Dave got
reprimanded, and I was assigned to work with Madelyn on the floor. I
thought my trouble was over.
Was I ever wrong!
Chapter 2
The Seminar
Six months passed, which brings us to the present. Dave left
me alone; Madelyn and I became good friends, if not best friends. We
worked out every day after work, usually with Madelyn coaching me.
The whole time we talked extensively about me, my marriage, my
husband and kids. She ate dinner at our house, got to know me very
well - though I learned little of her. She wasn't married, I knew,
but that was about it. Then she gave me the opportunity to get to
know her.
"The Club is sponsoring a three day seminar this weekend," she
told me. "I'd like you to come. In fact, I insist. It's mostly
business, but you'll have an opportunity for fun. A girl's weekend
away," she told me.
I agreed only after talking to Tim; he thought it sounded like
fun. He'd been planning to take the kids camping anyway (I hated to go
camping). Kera had backed out of that; she was going to stay at a
friend's house. She hated to go camping, just like me.
So I went. Madelyn didn't tell me much, just that we'd have a
suite, and I should bring a swimsuit - in keeping with tradition, she
bought me one, a little thing that hardly covered me. I was also to
bring my usual dress clothes and my "floor" outfit, and I did.
The hotel was nice; it wasn't more than a few miles from home,
very ritzy but not very full, especially with a seminar. Madelyn
explained that things didn't start until Saturday, anyway, so we'd
have the whole suite to ourselves.
The suite itself was nice - three bedrooms, a sauna, bathroom,
balcony, everything. The bedrooms were huge and nearly soundproof,
with king size beds and thick, plush carpeting. Madelyn had me put on
my swimsuit, and we went down to sun by the pool. The place was filled
with men - almost no women, I noticed, and no children. I got more
than one appreciative stare and whistle while I sunned myself.
A few hours later, after I'd tanned nicely all over (Madelyn
had taken me to the hotel's little health club and had me tan the rest
of my body - suitless), we went back up to change for dinner. I put on
a white blouse with short sleeves, a short denim skirt, white high
heel pumps and nude hose; Madelyn dressed similarly, her blouse
burgundy, like the first time I'd met her, her skirt white leather. We
went to dinner, then afterward to the bar.
I don't drink, but I allowed myself to have a Shirley Temple,
which of course, has no alcohol. While we sat there, surrounded my
mostly men, both of us got hit on a lot; Madelyn made one promise
after another, giving them our suite number, then explaining it was
"just for her," indicating the wedding band on my left hand. Nobody
objected, though a few guys seemed pretty disappointed.
I didn't know what to think of Madelyn; was this what she
meant to show me? That she was a... forgive me... a slut? I sure
seemed that way, to me. Eventually, her attention turned to all the
men, who had begun to flock around her, and I excused myself to head
back to the room. I was tired and a little disgusted by her behavior,
to say the least.
It seemed like most of the hotel was in the bar; the lobby was
empty, and the elevator was, too. I passed a boy of about eighteen
delivering room service, but that was it. Unlocking the door to the
suite, I stepped in.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth. My arms were pinned
behind me, and as I struggled, I was aware I was inhaling a strong,
pungent scent. Dimly I remembered a few movies I'd seen, and then I
passed out.
Chapter 3
The Rape
The next time I awoke, my head felt heavy and groggy, and I
was aware of the taste of linen in my mouth. I tried to spit it out,
but my tongue contacted cloth. Panicked, I tried to pull it away, but
my hands wouldn't move; I could feel ropes against my wrists, holding
them behind my back, and more on my ankles. Opening my eyes, I saw I
was lying on my bed.
I rolled over and found at least a dozen men standing around
me, some stroking their penis's, some staring at me. My heart began
to pound, and tears filled my eyes. They were going to rape me!
Then the crowd parted, and Madelyn was there, one arm around
Dave's waist. I stunned me to see him, and then I realized that he,
too, was one of Madelyn's lovers. Over their shoulders looked Carrie
Ann and Laura. They were all smiling.
"You must have thought me a terrible slut," Madelyn sighed. "I
am. You will be too, after this. You're so pretty, Karen, and it's a
waste to have you confined to just one man. Carrie Ann and Laura were
much the same when they came with me. Now they really know how to
live!"
I began to sob. How could this be happening? It was like a
nightmare, or a horrible movie. I felt the bed shift, and saw Dave
straddling my knees, undoing the belt of my skirt. Once he had that
free, he pulled the skirt off, then started to untie my ankles.
I closed my eyes. "Keep your eyes open!" Madelyn snapped.
"You will do what I tell you, or she'll pay!" She thrust an instant
photo into my face.
I gasped when I saw who "she" was. It was Kera - my oldest.
She was wearing a white long sleeve blouse and blue shorts and white
sneakers - what she'd been wearing before I left that afternoon. Like
me, she was also bound and gagged, lying on a bed - I thought it might
be Madelyn's - but she looked to be asleep.
"She's drugged," Madelyn told me. "Totally unaware. The last
thing she remembers was falling asleep at her friend's house." She
smiled at Carol Ann. "Carol Ann's niece is her best friend - her
mother is also one of "mine". We drugged her and brought her here,
and she'll stay asleep and unharmed as long as you listen.
Understood?"
I nodded. By now, Dave had removed my hose and panties and was
putting my shoes back on - I don't know why. "You can struggle all you
want," Madelyn told me. "Fuck her."
Dave spread my legs and entered me on her command, his huge
penis ripping into me. It hurt worse than when I'd lost my virginity,
and I screamed into the gag. The pain cut through me like a knife,
leaving me dazed and panting.
In the meantime, someone else roughly tore my blouse open and
yanked my bra off, reveling my evenly tanned breasts. Mouths
descended, tongues licked my cleavage. One mouth fastened on the erect
pink nipple of the my right breast and began to suck, fingers and
hands pawing and twisting the other. I watched it all, terrified about
Kera, sick and helpless. I felt Dave leave me and someone else took
over, grinding into my vagina. I couldn't stop sobbing; it hurt so
badly, the the penis in me, the hands ripping at my clothes, pawing
me, using me...
The thrusting between my legs became a slamming. I felt them
deep inside of me, striving to get the whole thing deep in. "Tight..."
one voice said, "fucking slut... " another called me, and the world
began to slip away.
Chapter 4
It's Not Over
When I came around again, I had been untied, my gag removed,
and I was kneeling beside the bed. The men were all still there,
stroking themselves. Someone cupped my chin and leaned my head back,
and I was looking up at Madelyn.
"You passed out," she told me coldly. "That wasn't smart,
Karen. I don't want you to pass out without permission. Because you
did, I punished Kera." She held down another snapshot.
Kera was still unconscious, but her blouse was open, her bra
gone, breasts exposed. Gobs of cum coated her breasts and tummy,
splashing up onto her chin. "Cum bath," Madelyn told me. "And tit
jobs. She has nice tits. Next time, we wake her up." She shoved my
head back.
One of the men had his penis in my face. "Smile," Madelyn told
me, "and put your hand on his cock. The left." I did, and she snapped
a picture. "Now suck."
I stared at the man's penis, inches from my mouth, felt in in
my hand. I had never even sucked Tim before; the thought of a penis in
my mouth made me gag. Then I thought of Kera, and leaned forward,
sliding the penis into my mouth. I gagged a little, but managed to get
a good rhythm going.
Madelyn told me to masturbate with my other hand. I did as I
was told, maintaining the same rhythm, thinking always of Kera. She
was an innocent girl - she never swore, never even spoke of sex. Her
goal in life was to be a nurse, or maybe a doctor, and she didn't even
have a boyfriend. The idea of all these men entering her terrified me.
I raised my eyes to the man. He had a half-grin on his face,
looking at me like I was a piece of meat, as if sucking him was all I
was good for. In my mouth his cock swelled, pulsed, and then there was
cum shooting out. I choked it down; I was afraid if I didn't swallow
Kera would be "punished". When he was dry, I slid off, cringing at the
prospect of what Madelyn would say.
"She's learning," is all I heard. The next guy up was Dave. I
sucked at him numbly, remembering how he had raped me, wishing I could
hurt him the same.
"Good whore," Dave laughed. "Good little slut. You like
sucking my cock, don't you?"
No, I didn't, but I nodded anyway, his cock bobbing in my
mouth. He started to swell, then pulse. Before he came he jerked his
penis out and came in my face. I let him do it, too scared to do
otherwise. Carol Ann and Laura bent down and licked my face clean,
then moved back as another man stepped into Dave's place.
My mouth was getting sore now; it only got worse when I saw
this man's huge penis. It was a monster, so big it stretched my jaw to
the limit when he slid it in. I could hardly suck on it, and the
frustration and the fear made me start to cry again. That was greeted
with hoots of laughter, and then Madelyn spoke up.
"You're aren't playing with yourself, Karen!" she snapped. I
realized I'd stopped when the first man had come. Madelyn grabbed my
right hand thrust it against my vagina. "Kera will be punished now!
And it's all your fault!"
I pulled away from the man, grabbing her hand. "Madelyn,
please! Don't hurt her! I'll do anything, please!"
Madelyn slapped my face, twice, hard enough to sting but not
to mark me. "You will call me Mistress from now on! Is that
understood?"
"Y-Yes, M-Mistress," I murmured, sobbing.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. "Now
tell me you're a slut."
"I'm a slut," I whimpered.
"Your husband is an asshole with a little dick!"
"My husband is an asshole with a little dick," I sobbed.
"Good. Now suck!" She shoved me around, and I went down on the
guy with the huge penis, fingering myself hard at the same time.
Madelyn knelt beside me, reaching her hands around to cup my breasts.
"You do exactly what you are told, Karen," she whispered, "and when
Kera leaves here, she'll still be virgo intacta. One more screw up..."
She moved away. I was too scared to notice or feel anything,
even my finger thrumming away inside of me, or the taste of the warm
penis in my mouth. The man suddenly pulled out and shot his load on my
breasts, covering them with more cum than I thought possible. Again,
Laura and Carrie Ann licked it off, every drop.
I heard a door close, then Laura was beside me, holding me by
the shoulders. "Dave, let's let her rest. Please? I'll do the rest of
you. She's tired and she won't be any fun if she's tired, right? Let
me get her into the shower and let her rest for a while. Please?"
Her voice was so pleading, her hold so gentle, I started
crying harder. There was a pregnant pause, then Dave said "Okay," and
everyone but Laura filed out. Gently she helped me into the bathroom,
put me in the shower and took off her own clothes to climb in with me.
She had a nice body, shapely and sexy, though her breasts were smaller
than mine, with the same pink nipples.
She pushed my head down against her breasts and held me while
I cried. I didn't think I'd ever stop, but her gentle murmurings and
the soft caress of her hands soon did the job. She raised my head and
kissed me full on the mouth.
Surprised, I kissed her back. Her arms slipped around me,
supporting me, and the kiss lengthened. I've never had lesbian sex
before, though I've been curious; now I found, I liked it. At the same
time I was terrified this was another one of Madelyn's little "ideas"
for me.
As if sensing that, Laura raised her head. She was a few
inches taller than me, so I had to look up at her. "Don't be scared,"
she said softly. "This is my idea, not Madelyn's. If you don't want -"
"No. I want to," I told her, and kissed her again. I parted my
lips and let her tongue dart into my mouth, teasing me. Her hand,
holding a bar of soap, slipped between my thighs, in and out of my
vagina. As her fingers glided over my clitoris, I began to moan, my
hands coming up to cup her breasts, squeezing gently.
Laura lowered her mouth to my breasts, sucking gently at each
nipple, hand moving in and out of me. Then she moved down, kissing my
belly, kneeling finally to press her tongue into my already sensitive
vagina. A few quick licks and I exploded into orgasm, my knees
sagging.
Laura held me up, holding me gently as she soaped me down and
rinsed me off. She helped me out, guiding me like a child, kissing me,
the toweled me off. As she stared on my hair I dropped to my knees in
front of her, my mouth pressed against her vagina, which for the first
time I realized was shaved. It smelled of soap and tasted of it, mixed
with the salt of her juices, as I thrust my tongue in.
Laura moaned, her toweling hands moving fast then slow, fast
then slow, as I licked and licked and finally drained her juices. It
wasn't as bad as cum, I decided, and for the moment, it was a pleasant
distraction.
Laura helped me up again, handing me glass of mouth wash.
"Here, swish," she told me, picking up a brush to do my hair. She
groomed it nicely, brushing it out to its full thickness while I
washed my mouth out. She turned me around again and was kissing me
deeply when Dave walked in, stark naked.
"Hold her, bitch," he snapped, and Laura turned me, pinning my
arms back. Into my ear she whispered, "It's okay. I'm right here."
Dave entered me, fast and rough. There was a sadistic look on
his face as he raped me, laughing at my wincing and my tears. I clung
to the feel of Laura next to me, wanting this to be over, for the pain
to stop. Dave finished and pulled out, grabbed my breasts, then told
Laura to shave me and left.
Laura held me again, as gentle as ever, and when I calmed,
guided me to the toilet. I sat down and she spread my legs, explaining
that she was going to shave my vagina. I nodded and lay back, afraid
of objecting for fear Kera would pay.
It didn't take Laura long; I don't have much hair there,
anyway, and after a few snips with scissors and the rather painful
application of an epilator and then some baby oil, it was over. I
looked down at it - it was like when I was little, only larger now,
but just as hairless.
She put me into bed after that, lying next to me with her
purse at her side. "I was sorry to see you come to work for us," she
said softly. "I knew what Madelyn was going to do, but I couldn't tell
you. Neither could Carrie Ann. We can't tell anyone. You won't be able
to, either, when Madelyn is done." I started to ask why, but she put a
finger to my lips. "You'll see soon enough."
She slid her arm under my neck. "The truth is, Karen, I love
you. If Madelyn knew I was being nice to you like this, she'd... well,
she'd make sure I was punished. After this is over, I'd like to be
your friend, maybe your lover, too. Okay?"
I smiled at her. It was the first time since all this had
started that I had. "Okay."
She smiled. "You're a nice person, Karen. You don't deserve
this... rape. She uses that to break you down; she wants you to be
even more submissive and nice. You'll get used to it, maybe even like
it. Maybe not. I don't know if I do, but I don't have much choice."
She opened her purse and pulled out a picture of a girl about eight
years old; she looked a lot like Laura. "This is Lori, my daughter.
This picture was taken just before Madelyn... remade me. That's what
she calls it." A tear rolled down her cheek. "Lori was seven then. I
knew Madelyn had her, but I guess I didn't believe what she said. She
let those... those men, gang rape my daughter as "punishment". That
was three years ago, and once in a while, she'll have someone pick up
Lori as a "reminder". Lori is terrified of her. We all are."
I nodded. Who wouldn't be? "She'll hurt Kera, won't she?"
"Yes. Carrie Ann doesn't have any kids, so they used her
niece. That's how they got Kera. We do anything Madelyn says, not just
because of our kids, but - "
Just then the door opened, and Madelyn stepped in. I let out a
gasp. Laura sat up, shoving the pictures back, and scrambled out.
Madelyn walked over and sat down beside me. She was wearing her
swimsuit. "Laura fucked you, didn't she?"
I nodded, afraid to lie. "Smart girl. She really likes you.
She even begged me not to do this. Did you see her daughter?"
I nodded. "Good. Right now, she's getting it on with four
guys. Laura is being "punished" for being nice to you." She smiled as
I started to cry, horrified by how cruel she could be. What would she
gain? What did she get out of this?
"Laura won't help you now," she told me. "Afterward... yes.
She won't blame you - she's too nice." She walked over my suitcase and
pulled out an outfit, throwing it on the bed. "Get dressed."
I did as she told me; the outfit was one of my regular ones,
short black skirt, red blouse, nude hose and my pumps. She left the
panties and bra out, I noticed. She tied my hands again and gagged me.
With her holding my elbow in a tight grip, she led me out into
the main suite, where several of the men were working on Laura and
Carrie Ann. I only got a momentary glimpse before Madelyn opened the
door to her bedroom and pushed me inside.
My heart fell instantly. Kera was awake - sitting up, a
blindfold over her eyes, the gag hanging around her neck. She was
still bound, though. At least, I saw, her blouse was closed, but two
of the men were sitting on either side of her, stroking their penises.
"Why are you doing this?" she whimpered, and her voice was so
frightened and pleading, I wanted to hold her. But Madelyn had my
hands tied and was still holding my elbow.
One of the men squeezed Kera's thigh, making her squeak. While
he did that, the other man picked up a syringe and a cotton swab. He
swabbed the inside of Kera's other thigh, then injected her with the
syringe. She let out a gasp, then went limp.
Madelyn pulled me back out into the living room, where she
removed my gag and shoved me to my knees. From there it was a
nightmare as each man made me suck him, guiding my head with their
hands. I choked and gagged as some tried to shove themselves down my
throat. Still others made me swallow, or spurted on various parts of
my body, soaking my blouse. I was nearly unconscious when they
finished.
But it wasn't over. I was manhandled and fondled, my clothes
torn off, and a vicious gang rape ensued. I passed out during that,
and when I awoke again, I was in bed, naked and untied.
Chapter 5
Saturday
I sobbed most of the morning, too sore, exhausted, degraded
and hopeless to do anything else. Laura came in after a while, and I
apologized repeatedly to her; as Madelyn had said, though, she was a
nice person. She held me while I cried; after a while I got sick, and
she took care of me. She helped me to shower; we didn't make love this
time. Finally, it was nearly noon when Madelyn came in.
I cowered at the sight of her, terrified beyond belief that
one person could be so cold, so cruel. She sat down next to me, a
sheaf of papers in her hand.
"I'm here to make you a deal," she said. "All of this will
end... if you sign these. Here, read them."
I did, my vision blurring with tears. They were all types of
contracts - that I had willingly prostituted myself, and had agreed,
for $1000 (which Madelyn assured me had been left in my desk at work)
agreed to sell my daughter's body in the event I was unable. There was
also letters to Tim, telling him that I was tired of being married to
him and had gone off to find some "bigger, harder cock." There was
also an affidavit that I had submitted willingly to acts of gang sex,
acting out a fantasy rape. I signed them all, too scared to refuse,
hoping it would end now.
Madelyn went over each one carefully, then had me dress,
putting on my "floor" outfit of the shorts and t-shirt. With Laura's
help she bound and gagged me, then led me out to the men. There, I was
gang raped again.
This time was different, though; the men were gentler, though
they raped both my mouth and vagina. They did me in several positions,
catching it all on film. After that I was forced to proceed down a
corridor of the men, smiling, as each one groped and fondled and
kissed me.
When that was done, everyone sat down to view the tape that
had been made; I felt sick. They had untied me during the rape, making
it appear as though I were doing it all willingly. I even smiled at
some points - but Madelyn had told me to.
After that I was taken into the bedroom where Kera lay
drugged, and forced to offer her, on film, to the other men. I had to
smile and sound natural; it wasn't easy. Fortunately, they didn't
hurt her, and it was over quickly.
Madelyn told me to pick out ten men and have sex with them;
one was Dave, whom Madelyn picked for me. I was threatened again, told
to make it look real. I was so scared and exhausted, I did my best,
though I certainly didn't enjoy it. Especially since Dave made no
effort to be gentle.
Finally, it was done. My fear of Madelyn was complete; not
only did she have those signed documents, but she promised that at any
time, she would use the tapes or even Kera to get her way. She
promised to be kind to me otherwise from now on, provided I did what
she said.
I slept for a while, then arose and put on my only remaining
outfit. Madelyn took Kera and me home in the early hours of Sunday
morning, taking Kera to Carol Ann's house, where her niece lived, then
taking me home. After a final threat, she told me she would see me
Monday.
Afterward
The next year of my life was like a living hell - almost
daily, I had sex with Dave, or was forced into having sex with someone
strange. I did parties, prostituted myself, all at Madelyn's command.
Her demands grew worse - soon, she was having me go away for up to a
week, hooking myself at conventions and parties. My marriage to Tim
grew strained, and I grew suicidal. Then, mysteriously, it all
stopped.
It seemed there was a fire at Madelyn's house - arson, the
police said. Madelyn died in the fire, along with Dave and a dozen
other men. A day later, the Club burned down. I didn't care; I was
saved.
Oddly enough, my savior was Laura. In those six long months,
we'd been together a lot, both as friends and lovers. Then, one day
when she got the flu and couldn't do what Madelyn wanted, Madelyn had
her daughter "punished" - and this time, it was fatal. Little Lori
died when the car she was riding in, kidnapped by Madelyn's men,
crashed. Laura pretty much snapped; with nothing left to lose, she
killed Madelyn and the nightmare that had come to haunt us all.
Now, two years later, I still have horrible nightmares and the
horrible secret of that weekend; Kera has all but forgotten, believing
it little more than a bad dream. As for me, well, the bad dream will
never go away.