Innocence Taken (12 page)

Nature rolled onto her side. She covered her nakedness with the sheet. The feeling of Web was still there. The feeling of his hardness inside, his joy, his letdown, his sorrow, still ran through her. She understood now what she had felt earlier, about his loss. She wished she could comfort him. Maybe after she got her emotions under control, she would try.. She only hoped he would allow her to talk with him. She cared about him. She finally admitted it. But, she was not ready for a relationship yet.

The bathroom door opened. She glanced at Web. He did not look at her. His eyes were focused of the floor. “I'm going out. I'll be back soon."

"Web, I'm sorry."

He held up a hand, “Don't. I knew it was wrong from the beginning. We work together. That's where it should stay.” He walked across the room and left, locking the door behind him.

Nature stayed in the bed a few minutes longer, then sat up on the edge.. She looked at the pile of wet clothes. Kneeling down, she scooped them up. They were cold. She hugged them close to her body. Brad flowed into her. She saw his smile and his boyish good looks. Another image superimposed over him. She saw how similar the smiles were. She was surprised. Because of her decision about not becoming involved with someone she worked with, she had missed it entirely.

She brought the phone to the floor. Picking up the receiver, she dialed for the operator. She did not have a calling card. She never needed one. Instead, she called collect. Sandy would accept the charges.

"Hello?'

The voice sounded sleepy. The clock on the table glared at her. She realized how late it was and regretted calling. Biting her lower lip, she said, “Sandy?"

"Nature? Is that you?"

"I'm sorry about calling so late. I didn't realize what time it was."

"Who cares? Are you okay? You sound down."

"I'm okay. I miss your company, that's all."

"I can come out."

"No, that's not necessary. I just wanted to talk."

"Is Westerly giving you a hard time?"

"No.” Her words were almost too soft to be heard. “Sandy ... I want to ask you something."

""Shoot."

"Why were you so interested in pushing Westerly into a relationship with me?"

"Because you need someone beside me. You have hidden yourself from the rest of the world for far too long. You need to experience life again. And not with one of the girls."

"But why Westerly?"

"Because you two were made for each other. Saw it right off.” Sandy paused. “And because he needs someone too. Who else better to be with than you?"

Nature heard Sandy's faint laughter. “Sandy ... it wasn't because he's similar to Brad?"

"Heavens no! Are you kidding? He doesn't look one bit like him."

Nature relaxed her tense shoulders. She could tell from Sandy's tone, she was telling her the truth. “Can you do me a favor? Please let me decide who I should date and when."

"Aww, but.... “Her tone sounded playfully hurt.

"Sandy..."

"Yes mother. I'll behave.” Sandy changed the subject. “How's it going with the case?"

Nature filled her secretary in on all the details. After she finished, Sandy blew out a breath of air. “That must have been intense. Are you sure you're okay? I don't mind coming out so I can help you."

"Westerly's doing fine. He's catching on quickly about what to do and not do.” That statement brought a sad smile to her face.

"Nature, please call me if you want me there. Don't try to carry the world on your shoulders alone."

"What? This from the one who said I was a recluse from the world?"

"You know what I mean.” The concern in Sandy's voice was heartening.

"I know. I will call if I need you. I promise. Go back to sleep. I'll talk with you later."

Nature set the receiver in the cradle. She remembered the wet clothes on her lap. She shivered because of their coldness and because of the memories emanating from them.. Picking the wad up, she carried them to the bathroom and draped them over the shower curtain. She rubbed the fabric on her face before getting a nightgown out of her suitcase. Putting it on, she crawled under the cover. The feeling of Web was strong. She moved to the farthest side, the side they had not used. Fluffing her pillow, she set her head down and tried to sleep. It eluded her for a long time.

The man pulled into a gas station outside Knoxville to fill up the van. He wanted to make sure he had a full tank before finishing the last leg to the cabin. The girl was awake. She watched him with her dark brown eyes. He was pleased with those eyes. They were enchanting.

He still had not taken her. It was an unusual thing for him; he liked to right away. For some reason, this one was different. She pulled away from his touch when he groped her breasts, but did not cringe. She held still when he rubbed the hair between her legs, as if any movement would invite him in. Again, she did not cringe. He liked that. He smiled at her before getting out of the van.

He thought about her the entire time he pumped the gas. He was so distracted that he did not notice the police car as it pulled into the station. It parked next to the building. The officer got out and went inside. The man put the nozzle back in its holder and turned around. He froze, but only for a second. Continuing into the building, he walked up to the counter and pulled out his wallet. He placed several bills in the clerk's hand He heard someone walk up behind him. He glanced back. The cop stood there.

"Afternoon.” He nodded his head slightly in greeting.

"Afternoon. Great day to be out isn't it?"

"Gonna get cooler later. You have much longer to work today?"

"Just started,” the officer said.

"Well, good luck tonight. Try to stay warm.” The man started to the door.

"You too."

The man kept his step casual as he returned to the van. He started the motor and pulled onto the main road. He merged back onto I-75. He glanced into his mirror often. He allowed himself to relax only after he was past Knoxville.. He was still safe. The girl was still his. He decided that when he reached the Virginia state line he would pull over and finally get a taste of the girl. He was not going to last until the cabin as he had planned. He passed the miles thinking about the many pleasures he would have with her.

Patricia thought about how she had been so naive, naive into thinking that nothing would happen in broad daylight. She wished she were able to kick herself, but the ropes holding her legs apart prevented it. Her arms were restrained in the same manner. She felt like a side of beef. Her extremities swayed with the motion of the van. The man driving stopped only once. He groped her in several places and rubbed his own growing hardness at the same time. He returned to the driver seat without doing anything else. She was surprised when he had not raped her. She knew that was not going to last.

When she was a little girl, her father had coached her on how to respond if she were ever abducted. She laughed because she knew it would never happen. She was too careful. Now look at her. She remained calm. She followed his advice. She didn't fight. She assumed that was the reason why she remained unsoiled. Maybe the streak of luck would continue. She hoped so.

The thought of her father brought the faces of both her parents to mind. She missed them severely. She knew they would be searching for her. As time passed, she wasn't sure if they would find her. If she did not fight, if she let this man have his way, maybe he would let her go. That thought sustained her during the hours that seemed to drag on forever.

The gentle rocking motion lessened. At first, she thought it was her imagination. When the van stopped, she knew it was true. The curtain dividing the front from the back opened. She saw the hunger behind his eyes. She knew the time had finally come. She would not be able to stop him. He was going to take her.

Sex was not a new thing to her. She dated Randy for two years. They were friends to start. Their relationship blossomed after the first year. She thought they were going to get married. They would have, but her dad took the new job in Florida and the family moved. Randy said he would call as often as he could, once they settled into a place. They were at the real estate business, trying to do just that, when she was kidnapped. She missed Randy dearly. If he were here, he would take this son of a bitch on and knock his lights out.

The man inched his way to her. He stopped next to her butt. He smiled as he ran his hand over the smooth skin. The girl twitched. His touch tickled. He played with the anus and the vagina. She watched him. Her eyes filled with dread but not fear. He was ecstatic. Maybe this was The One. She met all the requirements so far. He only had to sample her to find out if she fulfilled the rest.

He lowered his face to her crotch. He touched her lips with his nose. He rubbed her clitoris with its tip. He flicked his tongue up and down. He inserted it and withdrew it. She never moved. He became bored. He decided to liven things up a bit.

He shuffled to her head and yanked the tape off. The girl drew in a quick breath from the pain. He smiled. He covered her mouth when she tried to speak. He held a pointer finger to his lips, indicating for her to be quiet. She nodded her head. He released her mouth and removed the rag inside.. He moved his hands to his belt and zipper. He slid out of his pants. He straddled her face and lowered himself onto her gently. He guided his penis toward her mouth. She turned her head away. He tightened his legs against either side of her head, forcing her to look straight. Her expression was blank.

A warm sensation filled him as he slid his penis into her mouth. The tongue felt silky smooth. She curled it around him. He lifted himself then lowered again. He felt the back of her throat. It teased the tip. He slid the penis in and out, slowly at first, then with more urgency. The girl gagged. He loved it. It made her throat all the more enticing. He forced her to take all of him, whether she could do so or not. He heard her choking. He heard her attempting to speak. He shoved harder. The annoying sound of communication stopped. He crammed his penis in until nothing remained outside.. He heard her throw up.

He allowed her to turn her head aside, to clean out the mouth, before resuming his thrusts. She never cried. She remained calm. He pumped with all his might. She took it all. He ejaculated deep in her throat, staying there until no more cum rippled out. She swallowed every drop. He kissed her groin, her vagina, her ass.

He got off her. He circled around to her other side. He took out the rod from the toolbox he kept in case of emergencies. It was the same rod he had used on Rew. He slid it between her ass cheeks. He teased her anus before he shoved it in. She squeezed in response; she did not make a sound. He pushed it in until the end was the only part showing. The girl had her lower lip between her teeth, biting it.

He adored her. He loved her quietness. He loved her calm. He loved everything about her. To him, she was better than anything else in the world. He lay on her again and put his now hard shaft between her vaginal lips. He pierced her with all the love he felt. He kissed each breast. They responded to his touch. He needed more.

Getting off her, he pulled the rod out. He slipped it into her vagina. Laying on her again, he worked his own rod in next to the metal one. This time the girl hissed with pain. He matched both rods in motion. They slid together, rough as first, then more easily as her love juices flowed.. He was in heaven. He felt his heart race and his breath quicken, his world disappeared. He began to grind his hips.

Patricia wanted to scream, to fight, to hurt this man. She didn't. She knew if she made a sound, he would kill her. She lay there, taking both his and the metal rod together. The pain was excruciating. She hoped he would finish soon. She did not know how much more she could take before she had to scream.

Suddenly, she felt his penis in her mouth again. He shoved it as far back as he could. He wiggled his hips. He moved the metal rod around in a circular motion. She wasn't sure which was worse, the pain from the metal one or the agony of the real one. She tried not to gag. The man seemed to enjoy it when she did. She was unsuccessful. She felt the metal rod disappear as it was removed. It reappeared once again in her ass. In all the times she had sex with Randy, he had never done this. He thought it was gross. Now she knew with certainty, he was right, it was.

The circular motion resumed, stretching her anus farther than she could ever have imagined. His tongue worked its way into her vagina. She was being violated in every conceivable way. She had secretly watched videos with her girlfriends, videos like this, but to actually experience it was another thing. It hurt. For the first time since the man started, she cried.

The man felt the wetness on his balls.. He heard the sniffles. His heart shattered like a crystal vase that was dropped. He was so close, so close to finding The One. This girl, with her tears, showed him that she was not it. He shoved his penis in harder and harder. He needed to find the pleasure he had moments ago, before the tears. He shoved the rod back and forth, twirled it between his fingers. He sucked on her vagina. No matter how hard he tried, the feeling of elation would not resurface.

He finally loosened his load in her mouth. He did not feel any joy. He felt sadness. He was a few hours away from the hiding spot for the van. He decided to continue toward it. He knew he was going to kill the girl. He had to. He could not let her go. She would bring the police and he needed to be free, free to hunt once more. He removed the rod and cleaned it off with a cloth before putting it away. He put the tape across her lips. He did not bother with the wad of material. It didn't matter. He would not have to stop again.

Pulling his pants on, he got into the drivers seat. The van crept onto the road, merging with the other traffic. The man behind the wheel had a look of infinite sadness across his face. He was getting tired of looking. He wanted to find The One and settle down. He wanted to rest. Hopefully, this time, he would find her. Behind the curtains, a girl continued to cry.