             "The Locked Room"
             by Pedro Vila


   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.

   <END>
   