THE WILLING SLAVE 2: FAMILY AFFAIRS (Revised)

CHAPTER 1 –CARING FOR MY FAMILY

I’ve always hated going to the doctor. I can’t stand sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting in a room mostly full of sick people. But today I was sitting and waiting patiently while I held my wife’s hand. We’re at her OB/GYN’s office and there are at least a dozen women there—I’m the only male. We’re here for a scheduled prenatal care visit and Andie had told me at least a thousand times that she will have a sonogram today. She’s obviously nervous. We should be able to learn the sex of our baby, not that it matters one bit. I’m so excited at the prospect of becoming a father. I’m even looking forward to being disturbed and awakened throughout the night. Finally, after almost an hour we hear, “Andrea Barnes.” We rose to follow the nurse, anticipating another lengthy wait in the examination room.

I was surprised when Dr. Ferguson walked in five minutes later. “How are you, Adam? Are you taking care
of your lovely wife?”

“I most certainly am,” I responded, “I’m waiting on her hand and foot.”

Andie laughed and gave me a playful elbow to the ribs. “Not yet–but he will be and if he keeps that up it will be a lot sooner than he thinks.” We shared a laugh as Andie climbed onto the exam table, removing her hospital gown and lying down. It took Dr. Ferguson a moment to apply the gel and move the ultrasound device to Andie’s abdomen. She was—we thought—four months pregnant. With all the fucking we’ve done it’s hard, if not impossible, to tell.

Dr. Ferguson kept a running commentary as she moved the ultrasound over Andie’s body, “Hmmm… very interesting…very interesting. I think…I think…you will be really…really pleased with what I’m…seeing…seeing.”

“Uh, Doctor,” I asked, “is there some reason why you keep repeating yourself?”

“Oh, sorry—that’s what I do when I see twins.”

“Dear God—twins! I’m going to be the father of twins,” I thought. I wobbled a bit, almost sliding from the
chair until Andie reached for my arm. I looked at her; she was positively radiant—glowing in her joy. “It must have been all those millions of sperm you donated.” Dr. Ferguson asked if twins ran in our families. I shook my head, “no,” but Andie said that she had twin brothers. Dr. Ferguson nodded and continued her exam. Eventually, she showed us the two heads, the arms, and legs. It all looked like an ink blot to me but I took her word for it.

On the way home I asked Andie about her family. “I don’t miss my parents, but I do miss my sister Jody. She’d be eighteen by now. Her birthday was last week.”

I had a terrible thought and if there was anything I could do about it I was going to. “Andie, would your father sell her like he did with you?”

“Oh my God, I never thought about that. Is there anything we can do, Adam?” I explained my thoughts and Andie agreed. We stopped at the bank on the way home and planned a trip to West Virginia. I looked at Mapquest; it’s about 450 miles so we could do it in a day. I discussed it with Andie and we agreed to leave at once. We packed a small bag and dropped it into the trunk. I also took my Sig Sauer 9mm and some ammo. Andie had told me several times how much her father liked to intimidate people with his rifle. I’ve wondered if he’s ever shot at someone like I have. I’m a veteran—Marines in Korea—and I’ve killed before. I wouldn’t want to but I’d do it again if anyone threatened Andie. We were ready to go by 2:00 p.m. We climbed into the Beemer and drove away. We planned to drive for about five hours before stopping for dinner and a room. If we were up early tomorrow we could be at the house by ten.

As it turned out we drove for almost six hours before we found a town with a decent motel and a few restaurants. We asked at the motel desk and were referred to what he called a fantastic steak house—we’d see. I saw the manager run to the phone even before we left the office. I always notice things like that.

It actually turned out to be a decent place, but I noticed a couple of guys eying us—giving us the “once over”– as we moved to the salad bar; it made me nervous and uncomfortable. I excused myself, telling Andie I forgot something in the car. I returned with my jacket; I needed it to hide my Sig. I like to be prepared in the event of trouble and the tiny hairs at the back of my back were tingling. I had ribs and Andie had a ribeye. We both had fries and iced tea. All in all it was a pretty decent meal, but I noticed the two men follow us when we left the restaurant. On the way to the car I told Andie, “Get into the car and lock the door.” When she looked at me I told her, “Just do it, OK?” I put her in and turned around, my hand on my pistol. “That’s close enough,” I shouted as I dropped into a shooter’s stance.

“You got a permit for that?” I heard the voice from my right so I dropped, rolled right and came up ready to shoot. A second later I stood and holstered my weapon. “Interesting way you have of greeting strangers, Sheriff.”

“Yeah, well, we have a reason. Let’s see some ID and what gives with the young woman in the car?” I knocked on the window signaling Andie it’s alright to come out. We showed our ID’s including my pistol carry permit and he looked at Andie before pulling her aside to make sure everything was as it seemed. When he asked her how we met she choked. “I’ll tell you, Sheriff,” I interjected, “not that it’s any of your business but I bought her from some criminal type in a motorcycle club I belong to. But I bought her to get her away from him and the other lowlifes involved in that slavery crap. I bought her to set her free.”

“That’s true, Sheriff,” Andie added. I asked if he knew our local sheriff—he did. “Why not call him?” I suggested, handing him my phone.

“You keep the Sheriff’s office on the phone? Why not just call 911?”

“Because this is his cell number; you can call him; he knows all about this.” He looked at me strangely and when he dialed the number Andie whispered, “You told the Sheriff about me?”

“Actually, sweetheart, I told him before I bought you. I wanted to make sure you would be OK in case something went wrong that night.” Andie held me close, “No wonder I love you so much.” She reached up to kiss my cheek. Meanwhile the Sheriff had concluded his call, “OK, he confirmed your story, also told me I was lucky to be alive. Mind telling me what you’re doing here?”

“We’re on our way to her father’s house in West Virginia to see if we can save her sister from the same fate. I planned to buy her. I was going to spend $10,000 just to get her away from him. Andie has told me that her father and grandfather raped her repeatedly, starting when she was ten. Her sister’s probably suffering the same treatment now.”

The Sheriff stood thinking for a few minutes before speaking, “The reason we targeted you was simple; we look out for unusual couples—ones with really young women. We’ve had a lot of white slavery activity around here and we’re trying to stop it. We’ve been working with the authorities in West Virginia and the Feds. How’d you like to help us?”

I looked at Andie—it would be her father we’d target. She nodded so I agreed. They would record the serial numbers of the money and I’d wear a wire. If possible they’d video the transaction using a decoy truck; Andie doubted it would be possible. We waited in the office while the FBI and West Virginia State Police were notified. “That was a pretty slick move you pulled back there. Where’d you learn that?”

“Korea…Seoul…the DMZ…doing the same job you do.”

“MP, eh? What branch?”

“Marines. I was a lieutenant…I thought I saw everything until this. When I saw Andie the first time I almost threw up. She was filthy and bruised and she hadn’t eaten in some time, and worse she was bound in chains. I could have killed the S.O.B. I bought her from. Instead, the next day when I went to buy her some clothes, I called my buddy Sheriff Ron to thank him for backing me up and to let him know everything was OK. I told him all about the jerk I bought her from.” We were pretty tired when an officer came in to tell us the FBI would provide the wire and would meet us at nine tomorrow morning near her father’s place. I shook the sheriff’s hand and we left.

We returned to our room a bit after ten. We showered together, carefully washing each other. No sex in the shower; we were concerned about Andie falling, but we did kiss each other tenderly. I kept my arm around her. If we fell I’d be on the bottom. I dried Andie, needing two of the motel’s thin towels. I knelt before her, planting a kiss on her sweet, tender pussy. She pulled me up, helped to dry me, and led me to the bed.

We had a king-sized bed, something we’d never need. Andie and I sleep close, touching each other the entire night. On the positive side—if we messed up one side making love we’d still have the other for sleeping. Andie had always been assertive when it came to sex, but now her marriage and pregnancy gave her much more confidence. She pulled the blankets down and gently pushed me onto the bed, my legs dangling to the floor. Andie leaned down to kiss me, “I love you, Adam and I think what you’re willing to do for my sister is just incredible. You probably think it’s nothing and that’s one of the reasons I love you so much. Now I’m going to show you. You lean back and let me do all the work.” When I began to disagree Andie put her finger to my lips, “Tomorrow’s another day—you can do me then, OK?”

She knelt and separated my legs, crawling between them. She sucked my big heavy testicles into her mouth, licking and rolling them from side to side. She pulled slowly back, releasing them one at a time with a “pop.” Moving up, Andie licked the sensitive underside of my cock, taking the time to run her tongue all around my helmet. I groaned in the ecstasy she was giving me. Her hand gripped my cock and stroked…slowly…as she looked into my eyes, telling me she loved me with her mouth and tongue and hands. I tried to sit up, but Andie pushed me down, pushed me sideways, and climbed on top of me. “Just think, Adam, tomorrow you’ll be able to fuck my sister, too.”

“No, Andie…when I met you I lost interest in anyone else.”

“Adam,” she said sternly, “you WILL fuck my sister. She’ll want it and so do I. I want you to be happy and content and I know that I won’t be able to take care of you in a few months. Jody can help me with the babies and the house and she can help you, too. Now…don’t argue with me. Just lie back and enjoy.”
Andie straddled my hips and lowered a hand to her cunt. She rubbed several times before running a finger into her tunnel. Satisfied that she was lubricated she rubbed my organ into her slit; in a second my cock disappeared into her hot tight tunnel. Andie rose and rocked, bending my stiff cock with her pussy walls, creating the friction I would need for my orgasm. I ignored her instructions, moving my hand to her clit where I pinched and rubbed. Andie responded with a smile. “I knew you wouldn’t let me get away with this. You always want me to cum, don’t you?” My response was to lean forward and pull her down for a sensational kiss. It didn’t last too long, though—I could feel my balls clench and my cock swell as I bathed Andie’s pussy with my baby making cream. I ejected river after river of creamy white semen into her.

I was drained when Andie fell to my chest, but I knew my work had just begun. As I had done when we first made love, I lifted her by her thighs, depositing her tasty pussy over my mouth. I could taste my cum oozing from her, but that didn’t deter me. I attacked her love canal with my tongue seeking her G-spot. I knew just a single touch would send her over the top so I wasn’t at all surprised to see her shudder and shake. “That’s number one!” I thought.

I shifted my attention to her clit, pulling back the hood to expose the rosy bud beneath. I sucked it like a cock even though it was much smaller. I pulled it between my teeth, licking and sucking and nibbling until her massive orgasm took control of her body. She shook in spasm for many seconds, collapsing onto my chest. I caressed her face, kissing her over and over and telling her how much I loved her. We fell asleep together almost immediately. I awoke later to pull the blankets over my love…my wife.

CHAPTER 2 – I FINALLY MEET “DADDY”

We woke at six to the alarm I had set the previous evening. We showered, dressed, and went out for breakfast, returning not to the room but to the Sheriff’s Office. They agreed to give us a police escort to save time. The Sheriff asked what kind of car I was driving—could I keep up with the escort. “It’s a Beemer, an M5—it’ll do 140—maybe more, but I’m not doing that with my pregnant wife in the car. Let’s keep it under a hundred.” He rolled his eyes. We left and were back on the highway in minutes. We flew over the state line where we were met by the state police and two hours later we stopped in the small town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. We were twenty miles from our destination.

The FBI and State Police investigators were waiting for us, Sheriff Jamison having radioed ahead. I was fitted with the “wire” although it was really just a tiny button mike and transmitter attached to my jacket lapel and a short wire antenna that I hid under my collar—a big change since my MP days. It had an American flag on it which I figured was a good way to hide it in plain sight. It was agreed that the police forces would follow us, staying at least a half mile away unless we needed help. I retrieved my Sig Sauer from the trunk, checking the magazine and racking the slide to chamber a round. I made sure the safety was on before placing it in the holster. I was ready now—for anything.

Andie and I got back into the car and she directed me to her family’s home. I pulled up on the wrong side of the street, parking partially on the lawn. It wasn’t much of a lawn; there were occasional weeds here and there separated by large patches of dirt. I looked at the house; it was pretty much what I had expected. At perhaps 500 square feet it was tiny compared to my home of 2500. At one time it had been white, but now it was just plain dirty peeling clapboard with a front porch that sagged badly leading to a worn set of stairs at the left side of the house. I could see an old-fashioned well with a hand pump farther back at the rear of the house.

I helped Andie from the car; we stood in front waiting for someone…anyone…to recognize our presence. Andie had told me about her father’s truck. It wasn’t there so I assumed he wasn’t there either. Suddenly the door opened and a young woman walked out. She appeared to be a lower case Andie—a little shorter and a bit thinner; her breasts fit her body, appearing to be a B-cup. She looked at us for almost a minute before jumping down and running to Andie, falling as the chain around her ankle became taut. “Andie! Andie! Is it really you? I never thought I’d ever see you again.” Andie ran to her and they hugged and bounced up and down in their joy.

Eventually they stopped and Andie introduced us, “Jody, I want you to meet Adam—my husband.” I reached forward to shake her hand but she jumped forward to hug me. “Thanks for saving Andie,” she exclaimed. Turning back to her sister she asked, “But what are you doing here? Daddy will be angry to see you. You’re not moving back in, are you?”

Andie couldn’t help but laugh, “Jody, if you saw where I live now you’d never ask such a question. No, we were worried about you. Has Daddy said anything about selling you?”

Jody lowered her head, “Yeah, he’s finalizing the deal right now. He doesn’t want to support me any longer now that I’m eighteen. He’s getting five thousand for me. I’d run away but he caught me last time and almost killed me. That’s why I’m chained. I’m doomed.”

“No—actually you’re not,” I interrupted, “you’re coming with us. We could just take off with you but we have something else in mind. I’m here to offer your father ten thousand for you. I’m glad we got here in time. Has he been raping you…your grandfather, too?”

“Yes, Adam it’s terrible. He fucks me almost every day. Grandpa used to fuck me in my butt; he hurt me something awful, but that was before he died. He and Daddy went on a big drunk. He had too much and everybody thought he passed out. They couldn’t revive him. Maybe I should be sad, but I’m not.”

“Well, don’t worry, none of that will never happen again. That’s a promise. You’re coming with us today. You’ll be safe with us.” Just then I saw movement in the corner of my eye—it was a dilapidated truck about three blocks away. Andie and Jody cowered in fear; I flicked the safety from my Sig as I eagerly awaited the asshole’s arrival. I moved the women to the front of the porch telling them to duck behind it if there was trouble. The clapboard would help protect them if any shots were fired.

Carl Jenkins was exactly as Andie had described him. At five feet nine inches tall he was hardly an imposing figure. He was rail thin with a sizable beer belly bulging from between his beat up jeans and soiled T-shirt. He stopped the truck just in front of the stairs, jumped out and began cursing. When he tried to manhandle Jody I pushed him away. “Who the fuck you think you’re pushin’, buddy? In fact, who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Adam Barnes. I’m Andie’s husband and I’m here to buy Jody.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re too late. I already sold her.”

“Consider her unsold,” I responded, “I’m offering you more for her—ten thousand. I have it here in my trunk.” When I moved to the trunk he reached into the truck pulling out his rifle. Unfortunately, I beat him to the punch. I fired into the truck just above his head to get his attention. My Sig was leveled at his head. “Wanna bet I can put one between your eyes before you can get off a shot? The difference between you and me is that I’m not a bullshit artist. I’ve actually killed men back when I was a Marine MP. What have you killed…some squirrels, a deer? Go ahead…draw down on me. I dare you.” He glared at me, showing his hatred, but he dropped the rifle.

I walked toward him as he kept his eyes on my pistol, looking for some advantage. While he had his eyes on my right hand I gave him a quick punch to the solar plexus with my left; it always worked when I was an MP and it worked now. He crumbled to the ground gasping for breath. I picked up the rifle as I continued around the house to the well. A couple of pumps made puddles on the bare clay soil. I rammed the barrel down several times into the mud sealing it. Any attempt to fire it now would backfire big time, possibly killing the shooter. I holstered my weapon and walked back to “Daddy.”

I pulled him to his feet and kicked him in the balls. “That’s for everything you did to Andie, although if I hit you a thousand times it would never make us even.” I walked back to the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out two packets of hundred dollar bills. Here’s your money, asshole.” I threw it on the ground. “If I ever see you again I’ll kill you. Consider that a promise.” I kicked him in the groin again, found his keys, turned and walked back to Andie and Jody.