This story isn't particularly unique or bizarre (definitely not like my first story, Heather and Hannah) but just a simple idea that came into my head a few weeks ago. If you've read To have Karlie, this is the same story, but from Karlie's point of view. 

	I finally met a really great guy. I guess that's the right place to begin. Aidan and I had been dating for almost 6 months now, and like I said, he's a great guy and I adore him. There's only one thing about Aidan I don't really like...his father. Apparently he had divorced Aidan's mother when his son was only 8, and she had pretty much split. Aidan and his father are really close, so they spend a lot of time together. He goes by his dad's house several times a week, so of course, that means I go too. His dad, outwardly, was nice guy. He had never been rude to me, or unkind, but he made me uncomfortable. He was always staring at me, making excuses to touch me. Aidan didn't seem to notice, and since they're so close, I don't want to bring it up. But I really didn't like being around him.

	As summer approached, Aidan and I made plans to go to the beach. We both loved the water, so we were looking forward to it.
	“You got everything? You ready to go?” he asked me, coming out to the car. I was just closing the trunk.
	“Yeah, every thing's in there. I'm ready, I can't wait,” I smiled at him and we got into the car. Aidan pulls off, turning on the radio.
	“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, we've got to stop at my dad's house. I've got to help him put some things in the attic.” My heart fell. I was eager to get to the beach, and the last place I wanted to stop was at his father's house. Plus I was wearing just a bikini top and shorts. I didn't want to be around his dad right now. But I try to hide my worries.
	“Ok, sure,” I answered, putting on my best  nonchalant attitude. I groaned inwardly. 
	15 minutes later, we're pulling up in his dad's drive way. I walk up behind Aidan, in no rush to get to the front door. Aidan rings the bell, and his dad quickly answers.
	“Aidan, come on in. Oh, hi Karlie,” he says, gazing at me. His eyes glancing lower, at my breasts.
	“Hi Mr. Patterson,” I say softly as we walk inside. And so it begins. Mr. Patterson's house wasn't very big. A two bedroom ranch house, the epitome of a long term bachelor pad. It lacked any decor or female influence. I think he struggles just to keep  it clean.
	“Aidan, can you go out to the garage and get the ladder for me son?” Aidan leaves, and I'm left alone with his dad. I pretend to be interested in a fishing painting on a wall near me, but I can feel his eyes watching me. I look at him. He smiles and takes a few steps closer to me.
	“So what do you think of the room since I moved a few things around?” It looked pretty much the same to me, but I smiled and nodded nonetheless.
	“It looks good. A lot more spacious,” I said, looking up at him, but his eyes were on my chest. What was taking Aidan so long? He starts to say something else, taking another step close to me, when Aidan finally comes back. I sigh in relief and sit on the couch watching them as they open the attic in the hallway, and start passing a few boxes back and forth. They're done in about a half hour.
	“No, Dad, we can't stay, we're on our way to the beach,” Aidan tells him as his Dad suggests he gets some burgers for lunch.
	“Oh I see. Well, have a good time you two,” he smiles at me, looking me up and down. I was glad to be out of there, it felt like I could really breathe again once we got outside. We go to the beach, and do have a good time, but I couldn't get the way Mr. Patterson stares at me out of my mind. Its more than the usual way guys look at me. Its like I can see him planning all kinds of things he wants to do to me. And something told me he was into strange things....
	A few months later, Aidan got accepted to go on an archeology expedition with his class. He was an archeology major, and they'd planned a trip to a site in Arizona. He was really excited about it, and I was glad he was going to enjoy himself. I was going to miss him, but it was only for 2 weeks, so I knew it wouldn't be too bad. 
	“Ok, my dad insists on giving us both a ride to the airport,” he smiles. “He'll drop you off on his way back.” I cringe. That meant I had to be in the car, alone with him for a half hour. I wasn't looking forward to it. 
	Things go smoothly, and Aidan catches his flight. His father and I see him off and soon we're on our way back home. It was already 8:00 when Aidan left, so it was dark now.  I was wearing a tshirt and jeans today, so I felt a little more comfortable then before, but it didn't stop him from staring at me. Did he have to walk behind me in the parking lot? The ride home felt strained. I struggled to make conversation with him, and he frequently took his eyes off of the road to glance at me. We were almost there, when he turned off in the wrong direction. This wasn't the way home.
	“Where are we going?” I asked him, looking out the window.
	“Oh, I have to stop at a friends house and pick something up, it won't take long,”  he keeps driving. I'm mildly annoyed, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I'm along for the ride. Its a few minutes down the road before I even see any houses. Its dark here too, and eventually the car's headlights provide the only light. Mr. Patterson pulls into the long driveway of a fairly large house. It looks dark, and doubtful that anyone is home, but he turns off the engine and gets out.
	“You'd better come inside Karlie. Its too hot to sit in the car,” he stood near the car and waited for me. It was hot in here, and there was no telling how long he'd be inside. Reluctantly, I get out and walk behind him up the walk way. He rings the doorbell. No answer. He waits a moment, then rings again. This time, the door opens, seemingly by itself. Ok, what's going on? I start to feel really nervous, a sense of foreboding settling on me. The house is completely dark inside, but Mr. Patterson, unfalteringly steps inside.
	“Come on,” he says, glancing back at me. I step into the doorway behind him. My eyes adjust to the light, and I can barely see the outline of doorways and a stairway. Mr. Patterson walks on ahead of me, and I can't see him anymore. My foreboding turns to fear.
	“Mr. Patterson?” I call out, nervously. “Mr. Patterson?” I hear whispering. There's the sound of quick footsteps, and the rustle of clothing. I'm grabbed from behind. Someone wraps an arm around my body, as their hand wraps around my mouth. I scream, but its quickly muffled. I struggle frantically, but my assailant only holds me tighter. He's dragging me backward, pulling me, I don't know where. There were other hands grabbing my legs, restraining me. Then I was being forced down into a chair, and my hands were quickly bound behind my back. I was shaking, too frightened to scream. Then the lights came on, and I squinted, unable to see for a moment. Standing around me were 4 men. All of them were wearing black masks. The type of cheap masquerade masks one could find at any party store. But despite this, I recognized the one to my right; the same pants, same short sleeve shirt. It was Mr. Patterson. The others looked around the same age. Confused, I didn't know what to think. What did they want?
	“You're quiet. Good. Stay that way,” the man in front of me says. He steps towards me.
	“Who are you?” I manage to ask, my voice wavering.
	“Shhhhh,” he silenced me. “Now, now Karlie, we're the only ones that are going to ask any questions from now on. You're just going to do whatever you're told.” He reached out and touched my hair. I quickly pulled away. His voice bothered me. It was strange. Very smooth, and deep. It might have actually been pleasant, were it not for the situation.  The other men were stepping in closer, one of them moving behind me. My heart began to quicken. I knew what they wanted. Was this what Mr. Patterson always seemed to be planning for me? My thoughts were cut short as the one behind me grabs my head and steadies it. I shriek for only a moment, before his hand covers my mouth. The man in front of me, silences me again.
	“Shhhhh, its ok. We're not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You don't want to be silent and listen to me, so I'm not going to make you. I haven't made you be still. You did that on your own. It's alright,” he says, in the same smooth steady voice. The one behind me takes his hand away from my mouth. I struggle again, but my hands were still bound. I have to get away from this. He begins softly stroking my cheek as he speaks. I pull away at first, but he just continued talking, speaking smooth, comforting words. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I looked up at him again. He said I didn't have to listen to him...but it was so easy to just stay quiet and listen to his voice.
	“It's ok. Just relax. Relax. Don't think about anything, just let your mind be clear. It's ok Karlie. It's ok.” He was very close to me now. His voice was so soothing, so solid. I was beginning to like the way it sounded. He gently lifted my chin, so that our eyes met. Beneath the mask, I could see his eyes, pale crystal blue, an odd color. He still spoke as I stared into his eyes, and I couldn't turn away.
	“You're tired Karlie, I can tell. Very tired. It's ok  if you are, don't worry. Just close your eyes, and you can fall asleep right here.” he says softly. I began to feel drowsy. I had stayed up pretty late the night before, and now it was catching up with me...right? I blinked sleepily several times.
	“That's it, just close your eyes and go to sleep. Sleep Karlie. Sleep.” My eyes began staying closed longer and longer. My body relaxed and my head drooped slightly.
	“Deeply asleep. Deep. So deep it feels you could never wake again. Just listen to my voice. You're in a trance now Karlie, a deep trance. All you can hear is my voice, and all you can do is obey, and do whatever I tell you to do. Anything. Do you understand?” I could still hear his voice, I heard the question, and from somewhere deep inside me, I managed to answer yes. Anything he tells me to do...
	“You like pleasing me Karlie. I can tell already. It makes you happy. And every time you obey one of my commands, it only makes you more eager to please me. You understand?” I softly answered yes.
	“And thats for everyone here. These other men are my friends, and you want to  do what ever you can to please them as well. Remember Karlie. Remember how deeply you're in a trance for me and how much you like being this way. Every time you hear me speak the words 'Sleep Karlie', you'll fall into a trance as deep as the one you're in now. Completely ready to obey my commands.  Now I'm going to wake you up soon. But I want you to remember what I've told you. You're here just to please us, and you'll obey any command you're given. You'll wake when I clap my hands.” There's a loud crack, and my eyes fly open. I look around, suddenly remembering where I am, but I don't feel tense or afraid anymore. My hands are untied. I look up at the man before me. 
	“Stand up Karlie.” I do, without hesitating.
	“We all want to see how beautiful you are,” he smiles a little. “Take off your clothes for me.” I look around at everyone else. They're standing silently, watching me, so I pull off my shirt, and unzip my jeans. Then I'm standing in my bra and panties, and they're all staring at me. Ordinarily I would have felt embarrassed and self conscious, but I knew they liked to see me, so I was comfortable. The one who spoke before, steps up behind me. He grasps my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. I step out of them, and he tosses them away with my other clothes. He stands back up and does the same with my bra. 
	“You're very beautiful Karlie. And you're being very good at obeying commands,” he softly stroked my skin, trailing his fingers along my hips. Then the other men were undressing, leaving only their masks. None of them were in very good shape, but they all had good sized cocks. The one in the middle had the largest. It must have been over 9 inches. All were semi-hard, and rising. The one behind me had undressed as well, and he takes my hand and leads me over to a couch. He sits down and leaves me standing before him. The other men close in. One of them sits, but the other two stand behind me.
	“Karlie, it would please me, very much, for you to suck my cock,” he said, keeping eye contact with me. Of course. Anything to make him happy. I dropped to my knees, leaning over his lap. In moments I had his hard cock in my mouth, sucking slowly up and down, licking around the head in circles. It tasted so good, and when I heard him gasp, I felt a thrill go through me, and I began sucking even harder, so eager to please him. My pussy suddenly felt very warm, and wet. This made me feel so good. I was hoping to stay here, and make him orgasm, but soon I was being gently guided away, and to the man next to him. His cock wasn't as large, and I could almost get my mouth all the way around it, and I was just as diligent in giving him pleasure. The other two men were touching my body, caressing my skin and squeezing my breasts. I didn't care. If it made them happy, I was fine with it. Then I was gently pushed away, and I gazed up at them, awaiting another command. One of the other men stepped around to stand before me, and he guided his cock into my mouth. At the same time, someone, I don't know which one, got behind me and began sliding his cock into my pussy. I was tight, and I could feel it stretching my skin. He continued, giving it a quick thrust to push it all the way inside. Then they were both banging me hard, in and out, over and over again. I was moaning around his cock,  enjoying giving them both pleasure. I heard someone gasp and groan, then something hot and wet landed on my back and my hair.
	The feeling of his cock inside my pussy was slowly pushing me towards an intense orgasm. I could feel it slowly building inside me, waiting to explode. The one in front of me thrusted once again, hard. He held his cock inside my mouth and the he was cumming.  I had to swallow hard to keep from choking on it. His creamy cum flowed down my throat and into my stomach. He pulled out, sitting down to watch. It was only me and the man behind me. He started thrusting harder, really driving his cock as deep as he could.
	“Karlie...”he gasped. His voice was unmistakable. He was the one who had spoke to me earlier. “Karlie. Don't cum...not yet. Not till I say you can....” his hands grasped my hips tighter. It was hard to keep from cumming, I was so close, but I had to if thats what he wanted. Only a few seconds later, he quickly pulled his cock out of my pussy and began spraying hot cum all over my back and ass. I struggled not to orgasm along with him. Then he was spent, and he sat down near me.
	One more. The last one. I had noticed him waiting and now he was kneeling behind me, he slid his cock into my dripping wet pussy, but he didn't stay there, he pulled it out after a few thrusts, and began to slowly force it into my tight, tight asshole. He moaned softly when he was only halfway in. I tried to relax, to let him in easier, but it was difficult to keep from squeezing. When he was inside, he smacked my ass, making me clench even tighter. The he started sliding his cock in and out. He wasn't moving very fast, but I could tell he was enjoying it. It was even harder for me now to stop myself. I felt like I was going to explode. Then I hear his voice.
	“Cum Karlie! Now!”
My body shook and I moaned loud, my ass squeezing his cock, clenching again and again. I fell to my elbows, my body still tensing and releasing. Then he pulled out, and came on my ass. I let myself slide to the carpet, breathing hard. I lay there for a minute, a pleasant post-orgasmic warmth settling over my body. The he spoke to me again.	
	“Very, very good Karlie. You're a good girl. You follow commands so well. You've made all of us very happy. Sit up,” he says, as he strokes my hair. I do, and he gently cleans me off with a towel. The rest of the men are getting dressed.
	“Go and put your clothes on so you can go,” he tells me, getting dressed himself. I do as he says.
	“Sleep Karlie,” he commands. And I'm asleep again, someone lifts me off of the ground. “Listen Karlie. When I clap again, and you wake up, you're not going to remember any of this. But I don't want you to forget it. I want you to lock it away, far away, deep in the back of your mind, and don't think about it unless I tell you to,” he tells me. I stay asleep, nestled into someone's arms. There's a loud crack. I jump and open my eyes.
	“You fell asleep Karlie. Don't worry we'll be home soon,” Mr. Patterson says. We're in the car, he just pulling off from his friends house. I remembered stopping here, but I didn't remember being tired or falling asleep. I shifted in the car seat. I felt...strange. Like I'd been having sex. It was an unmistakable feeling. But I couldn't have been. I'd been in the van with Mr. Patterson for the last half hour,  and I know we didn't do anything...right? I must have looked confused.
	“Karlie? What's the matter?”
	“How long was I asleep?”
	“Not too long. Only about 10 minutes,” he says, a slight smile on his face. I just looked at him, and sat back in my seat. I still felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't explain it, so I was quiet the rest of the way home. Mr. Patterson drops me off at my apartment. 
	“Good night Karlie,” he tells me, smiling.
	“Good night,” I answer softly. I still feel confused and disoriented.  I go inside and immediately drop to sleep on the couch. 