Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller

Mia’s

Journey

An Erotic Thriller

By John Rebell & Zee Ryan

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ISBN-10: 0-9824182-2-1

ISBN-13: 978-0-9824182-2-2

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Dedication

To Lennon. You are the best part of me. You make it all worthwhile.

To Blake: With love.

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Mia’s Journey

An Erotic Thriller

Prologue

“It’s going to cost you twenty-five thousand dollars, and that’s cash, up front,” said the lawyer.

The lawyer looked at the man across from him. He brought his teenage daughter in with him.
Probably hoping I wouldn’t be a prick, in front of her, just for her sake,
he thought.
What an idiot.

“I don’t have twenty-five thousand dollars,” said the man.

“Then you shouldn’t have been diddling little girls. Because you know what they say…”

The man looked at him; no reply was necessary.

“Life sucks, then you go to jail,” said the lawyer.

The man was working class. Maybe a welder or something. Something manual. The lawyer could smell the dried sweat from across the desk. The girl was sixteen or so, maybe seventeen. It was hard to tell. She was looking all around the room, wide-eyed, when she thought no one was looking. All the other times she kept her eyes down.

She wore third-hand, hand me downs. Her dress was getting thin in places from being washed too many times, and fraying around the edges of the hem. She had small, but full breasts. He thought he could see her nipples poking through, but he wasn’t sure. Her hair was dirty.

She rubbed her hands across his leather chairs. They left sweat marks behind. Her palms were sweaty. She was nervous.
I’ll have to wipe it down with disinfectant after she leaves
, thought the lawyer.

The man had been caught by police after they had received a tip that he was inviting young girls into his trailer in the middle of the afternoon. After questioning the girls it appeared he wanted to get “friendly.”

The man seemed to gravitate towards the ten to twelve-year-old variety. Likes the budding titties, does he? Not that the lawyer blamed him, who doesn’t? But shit, man, at least have the good sense not to get caught. The lawyer wondered if the man diddled his own daughter too. Probably. Didn’t they all?

“Well, if you don’t have the money, there isn’t much I can do. Your arraignment is tomorrow and bail, in this situation, is going to be difficult. If you can avoid jail time, which I doubt, you’ll be a registered sex offender for the rest of your life. By the way, I wouldn’t expect an easy time in the joint either. Murderers have daughters, too.”

“There must be somethin’ you can do.”

“How much money have you got?”

“I got five hundred on me.”

“For five hundred, I‘ll be happy to show you a nice public defender who won’t give a shit.”

“Wait….I got somethin’ worth a lot more than twenty-five thousand.”

“I don’t do barter.”

“Hear me out.”

“OK, whataya got?”

“Her,” pointing at his daughter. “She’s trained.”

The lawyer looked at the man. Was he serious? This just got interesting.

“It’s illegal in this state to marry a minor,” he said, testing the water.

“She’s eighteen.”

“She doesn’t look any older than sixteen.”

“What can I say? Maybe she was a late bloomer. Wanna see her birth certificate?”

The lawyer thought he’d played the guy when the guy had been playing him all along. He hadn’t brought her to the meeting so the lawyer would “act nice.” He had been planning on selling her all along.

“There are people in this world, like law enforcement, who would consider that human trafficking.”

“Is that what the feebs are calling marriage these days? Human trafficking? Well, they sure do have a way with big words, now don’t they?”

“And just how would you see this working?”

“Easy. You get the ball rollin’ on your end. And we’ll start sending out invitations to the big happy occasion on ours. I’m sure you can postpone this, and delay that, until after the wedding day. Once it’s official, I’ll expect you to keep your end of the bargain. Or there could be some frontier justice in your future.”

“You wearing a wire?” asked the lawyer.

“Nope. Take a look.” The man stood up, lifted his shirt, and turned around. The lawyer could see a line of dirt and brown grime around his waistline.

The lawyer waved him back down into the chair.

The girl all this time kept her eyes down as the men talked about her. She didn’t even let on she was hearing them.

“What do you mean ‘she’s trained’? Is she a virgin?”

“Of course not. But who wants one of them? Crying and caterwauling all the time. Trust me when I tell you, a cherry isn’t worth the aggravation.”

The lawyer figured he
could
trust the man for knowing that much.

The father reached over and slapped the girl upside the head, causing her dirty hair to fall over her face. She stood up without a word and dropped her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She covered her sex with her hands.

“Take a look at that ass, she’s as tight as a twelve-year-old. Mia, get over there and suck your future husband’s cock like a good little whore.” Mia obediently walked over to the lawyer and dropped to her knees.

Part One

Ten Years Later

“It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with

Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.”

Francois Rabelais

“The struggle of my life created empathy - I could relate to pain, being abandoned, having people not love me.”

Oprah Winfrey

Chapter 1

Mia’s husband picked her up by the hair, and slammed her into the bedroom wall.

“Well Mia, you’ve done it again. Thanks to your monumental fuckin’ stupidity I have no more clean shirts. Once again, all you had to do was one simple thing…turn on the fucking washer. No matter what it is, it is always too much to ask.”

Mia bounced off the wall, and directly into the open hand slap of her husband, rocking her head backwards as she slipped onto the floor. Blood started trickling from a split lip.

“Oh no, little cunt. It’s not going to go that easy for you. Not by a long shot.”

The lawyer booted her while she was on the floor carefully, placing the kick just right. Some bruising, yes, but broken bones, no. She wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of going into the emergency room where some do-gooder liberal doctor might start noticing a pattern. She could take it. He’d seen his father deal out a lot worse to his mother over the years.

He picked Mia up by the hair again, this time coming away with a handful of brunette hair, including the roots. He threw her on the bed. Mia stayed on the bed, arms protecting her breasts, silently, eyes tightly shut. She knew better than to say anything.

Her husband took off his belt. He wanted her to see what was coming.

“Open your eyes.” He waited for Mia to open her lids. “Here is the decision before us. You know perfectly well you were supposed to start the washer before we left this morning. You knew if you didn’t, then you would be punished. With me so far, Low Life?”

Mia just looked at him and said nothing.

“Silence is to be taken for assent,” said the lawyer, quoting legal scripture. “Ergo, you must want to be punished.” He made a show of wrapping the belt around his hand.

“You know, when I bought your worthless ass from your father ten years ago, he told me you liked being beaten. That you intentionally did things so you could get hurt, and that made your cunt water. I didn’t believe him. However, he was right. You do. So I’m going to beat you to within an inch of your life, and we’ll see how you like that. Stand up and take your clothes off.”

Mia stood up with her eyes down. She could see her husband’s hard-on tent his pants at the thought of tonight’s fun. She had only known two men throughout her life, and they both got stiff cocks from beating their women.

She was resigned. Her’s a life spent in hell. She knew it. Maybe they were right. It’s what she deserved, because it was certainly all she got.

The belt snapped and cracked against her upper thighs.

“You aren’t moving quickly enough, dear. Your loving husband awaits.”

Her dress was new, one of her best, and she didn’t want it ruined so she hurried up, trying to slip it off her shoulders. Her husband grabbed it, and simply ripped it down her front, the zipper in back, shredding her skin.

“Arms up!”

Mia raised her arms, and a rope came down from the ceiling on a pulley with a pair of handcuffs attached to it. Her husband put the handcuffs on, making sure they were too tight and biting into the skin and bone at her wrist. Mia whimpered, and he raised the rope and strung her up in front of a mirror.

The lawyer walked out of the bedroom then, and she could hear him opening and slamming cabinet doors. He returned with a bottle of whiskey, which he opened with his teeth.

He took a long swig of it, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and set it down. Whiskey always made him mean. He unzipped his pants, and adjusted his boxers so his cock came free, swinging in the breeze. He walked over, looked at himself in the mirror, staring at Mia trussed up in the background, and took another swig. He started stroking his cock.

“I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do now so that you can appreciate tonight’s fun. First, I’m going to whip you senseless. I so love seeing those red welts rise on your ass and tits. Because I’m a nice guy, and care about your feelings, I am going to put this vibrator into your cunt right now.”

He turned and showed it to her.

“Now here’s the thing…I’m going to insert it all the way up that poisonous snatch of yours, and I’m going to trust you to wrap your cunt muscles around it. We’ve got to keep our girl tight, after all. So you’ll have to keep it in there on your own.

“If it falls out, I’m going to beat you harder. When you’ve been properly softened up, we’re going to play my very favorite game of Ass Rape. That’s right Mia, you have won the Grand Prize. Come on, everyone, let’s give Mia a big hand!

“Oh, and Mia? One word of advice. I’d better see some blood on the end of my cock when I pull it out of your ass, or we’re going to start all over again.”

The husband smiled with drunken, sexual cruelty. His pupils like pinpoints as he stroked himself, and the belt bit into Mia’s soft skin.