Unbreaking Kasey Ch1

It’s 1am, and I’ve just pulled off of the interstate, in nowhere, Kentucky. I’m on way home, from picking up some used dressers, from an estate sale in Tennessee. I’ll refurbish them and sell them for a hefty profit. The ones in the back of the truck, under the tarp, should bring me about $600 a piece. Well worth the ten hour, round trip. I haven’t eaten since lunch, so the truck stop dinner was looking awfully good.

I pull in, noticing the near empty parking lot. I go in and grab a booth. The place is, what at one time, was called modern. That was fifty years ago. The leather seats are torn and repaired with black gaffer tape. The disinterested, waitress brings me a menu and a ice water. I order black coffee and the breakfast special. While waiting, I look around the empty restaurant. There are a couple of truckers sitting at the counter and two people in the back booth. One is an older man, maybe in his 50’s. Beard, rock band t-shirt and jeans. Oddly, sitting next to him, on the same side, is a young women/girl. It’s hard for me to guess her age. She is wearing clothes that are clearly too small for her. She has long blonde hair that she is constantly twirling in her fingers. She never looks up from the table. I can’t decide if they are father and daughter or something else. The girl seems to be cringing away from the touch of his shoulder.

The waitress brings over a cup of hot coffee. “That’s an odd couple back there. The guy gives me the creeps.”

The guy catches us looking back at them, downs the rest of his coffee, grabs the girls arm and pulls her to her feet. She says something to him. Never raising her eyes from the floor. He leads her the women’s restroom, he opens the door, looks around and pushes her in. He stands right outside the door. My food arrives and I’m taking a sip from my coffee when I hear him cuss and slam his hand against the now closing women’s bathroom door. I notice an open window just before it closes. He throws some cash on the table and rushes outside. I watch as he runs to one side of the building to the other. Just then I hear sirens in the distance and the man jumps in his car and peels out of the parking lot.

The waitress goes to the window and scans the parking lot. “I hope that girl got away. Something wasn’t right. I called 911.”

The police pull in and she goes out and talks to them. I’ve finished my meal, get a coffee to go and cash out. I check the straps holding down the tarp and hop in my truck. I’ve got 3 more hours to go and I’m beat. As I’m driving home I keep thinking about that poor girl. What was her story. A runaway? Kidnapped? Does that really happen? I try and forget about it. I turn on the radio and pickup an oldies station. I arrive home about 4:30. Pull the truck into the garage, lock it and start to go inside when I hear someone bang on the garage door.

I stand next to the the garage“What the fuck! Who are you? I’ve got a gun!”

I hear sobbing. Unlock the door and pull it up. Leaning against the truck is the girl from the truck stop. She is just standing there with her head down and her arms wrapped around herself. Sobbing. She slides down the truck and sits on the floor. “Please don’t hurt me.”

I take a step towards her and she flinches. I take a step back. “Listen, no one is going to hurt you anymore. Are you hurt? Can I get you anything?”

Without looking up she softly speaks. “I’m hungry and have to go to the bathroom”

“OK, why don’t we go inside. I’ll fix you a hamburger and you can go to the bathroom. Then we can call the police. Do you know who that man was?”

She lifts her head “NO! You can’t call the police. He can’t know where I’m at. He listens to the police scanner constantly.”

I lead her into the kitchen and show her the bathroom. “OK, well at least’ let’s call your parents. They must be going crazy.” She sobs even harder than before.

“No! God no! That piece of shit gave me to him!”

“Ok, ok. No calls I promise. I’ll start on that burger and you can clean yourself up in the bathroom.” What the hell have I gotten myself into. She needs helps. A therapist at the least. I go up to my room and pull some clothes from my ex’s closet that she left behind. I knock on the bathroom door. “Hey I’m setting some clean clothes outside the door. I’ll be in the kitchen.

Her burger is done and I’m place it on the table. She’s been in the bathroom for awhile. I knock on the door. “Hey, are you ok?”

She is sobbing. “I have to go really bad. Please tell me I can go. I’ll be good. I promise.”

What kind of fucked up shit has that guy done to her. “Of course you can go. You don’t need my permission.”

“I do. I really do. Thank you.”

When she comes out of the bathroom, the new clothes fit her much better. A pair of jeans and a cotton tee. She looks older in the different clothes. Her head still lowered. She sits at the table and just looks at the food. I realize that she’s waiting for me to tell her it’s ok. Man this guy did a job on her.

“Go ahead and eat it. You don’t need my permission.”

She grabs the burger and eats it quickly. “Thank you.” She gets up and kneels in front of me and grabs for my belt.

I grab her hands and lower them. “Whoa! You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“But you gave me food and let me wear clothes. I need to be a good girl.”

“Stand up please. What’s your name?” She slowly stands and starts crying again.

“I have to thank you.”

I notice her nipples are hard and she rubs her crotch. She has been trained to get aroused when given anything! “Don’t you want me? I’ll be so very good.”

“No! Listen. You aren’t his prisoner anymore and you’re not mine. Just say thanks. Now please tell me your name.” She stands there trying to process what I’m telling her.

“You can call me Sharon. Have I been bad? You don’t want to use my mouth? Oh, do you want my ass”

“Sharon. Is that your real name? How long were you with him? Please stop touching yourself please.”

She places her hands at her sides. “That’s what he called me. But I remember that I used to be Kasey. My stepdad gave me to him when I was fourteen. I don’t understand. I have to thank you!”

She is getting worked up and starts pulling her hair. “I’ve been good and you have to let me thank you!” I go the cabinet, and without her seeing, I drop a Zantac into a cup, and pour her a cup of coffee.

“I told you you can just say thanks. Can you do that? Here drink this. You will feel better.”

“I say thank you after you use me”

“Why don’t we sit on the couch. You need to relax and tell me what you can remember. Do you know when your birthday is?”

She sits down and starts twirling her hair around her fingers. “My birthday is July 10th, 2008.”

“Great. That means your 18. It’s 2026. Did you know that?”

She is still mumbling. “Have to thank you. Have to....No I didn’t. Is that important?”

She is getting sleepy. Having trouble keeping her eyes open. She looks at me puzzled.

“What did you give me? Was I a bad girl?”

“No, you have been very good. I just gave you something to help you sleep. I think you will feel better tomorrow. You’re safe here.”

She falls asleep. I lift her up and put her in my bed. I go downstairs and make up the couch. I’m at a loss here. She clearly needs help but is terrified of the police and wants nothing to do with her worthless parents. And what am I going to do when I give her breakfast? She is like Pavlov’s dog. Anytime she gets any kindness she actually becomes aroused and needs to be used. To make matters worse she is stunning. My ex never looked so good in those clothes. I make up my mind that I have to get her out of here tomorrow.

I find a comfortable spot on the couch and drift off quickly. Between the long ride and all the stress I’m exhausted. I sleep through the night and I’m awaken by a massive orgasm. I sit up and find Kasey wiping the back of her mouth. She grabs my messy cock and starts to lick it, when I realize what is happening.

“Oh, my god. Kasey, stop!” I pull my blankets up around me and she just walks away and goes into the bathroom. She leaves the door open. “I had to thank you. Can I relieve myself now?”

I pull up my underwear and grab my pants. “Yes you can pee. But we need to talk when your done. Why do you have the door open?”

“I don’t have to pee. I have to relieve myself. You have to watch.” She sits on the closed toilet seat, pulls down her pants and starts playing with her wet pussy.

“Kasey! No. I don’t have to watch. Close the door!”

She continues to play with herself. Eyes down. Working a finger into her beautiful wet cunt.

“You don’t want to watch? You have to watch!”

I turn my head and look the other way, but the sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt is too much. I turn back and watch as she cums and licks her fingers. She cleans up and walks back into the kitchen.

“Kasey, look at me. Please. I’m not your step dad and I’m not that monster. This is a safe place. You don’t have to do these things anymore. Don’t you want a normal life?”

She looks at me, then lowers her head again. “A normal life? You have no idea what normal has been for me. I loved my step dad. I was his princess. My mom didn’t give two shits about me. When I turned eleven, he bought me the bike I wanted. That night he came into my bed room, sat on the edge of the bed and asked me if I was happy? I told him yes. He told me I should say thank you then. So I did. He bent over and kissed me on the lips. Just a sweet kiss and told me I was his best girl.

After that night, he would come into my room every night. He started just laying next to me and holding me. I felt so safe. Over time he began running his hands over me and asking if I liked it. I idid. It felt good and I felt safe. By the time I was twelve he was fingering me and I had my first orgasm. At thirteen I was getting my pubic hair. He didn’t like that, so he showed me how to shave my privates. He went down on me after that and I had a huge orgasm. He told me I had to thank him, so I returned the favor. Shortly after that we would fuck. It was amazing. Girls at school would talk about falling in love and having sex. Hell, I already had that!”

I look at her, dumbfounded. “So where was your mom? Did you ever tell her.”

“No. He said it had to be our secret. If I told anyone we couldn’t do it anymore. But my mom knew. Late one night while he was fucking me, the door opened just a crack and I could see her looking in. The next day she had a black eye. I didn’t put it together at the time but now I know what probably happened. Anyway, once my breast started to really develop he seemed to lose interest. I thought I did something wrong.

On my fourteenth birthday, he said he had a surprise for me. We got in the car and drove for a few hours and stoped at a rest area. He got out and met a man who he said was my Uncle Chuck. Uncle Chuck gave my step dad a thick envelope of cash. He counted it and told me I was going to go visit with Uncle Chuck for a week, while him and mom worked things out. When we get to his house I got nervous. It was back in the woods and pretty worn down. He takes me into the house and leads me directly to a bare room in the back of the house. No bed, nothing. He pushes me in and locks the door.

He left me there without food, water or a toilet the rest of that day and most of the next. I pounded on the door and yelled but he didn’t respond. When he finally opened the door he grabs me and sits me down on a chair in the kitchen. He explains that my step dad sold me to him. He said that I was already broken in and a great fuck but that I was getting to old for his taste. He also told him about Thank You. That if I wanted food or water or to use the toilet, I would have have to thank him. He made me strip then and took my clothes. He asked if I wanted food or water? I told him to fuck himself. He wasn’t my step dad and I didn’t love him. He threw me back in the room and locked the door. The next morning I was near passing out and I called for him.

I asked for water and he gave it to me. Then I had to say thank you and suck his cock. When I asked for food he gave it to me. I had to say thank you and let him fuck me. That’s how my life went for, your telling me, four years. There was no door on the toilet and he would watch. I was his. I figured out fairly quickly that life was easier if I just went along. I was used to having sex almost everyday anyway. After a while I think I was using him. I would ask for something and he couldn’t get it up. That’s when he would let me relieve myself but only while he watched. He would also get drunk and beat me.

When you saw us at the truck stop we were on our way to meet someone that he was going to sell me to. Someone, he said, who would use me and bury me. That’s why I ran.

So that’s my normal. I crave sex. It makes me feel safe. If I don’t get fucked I start to freak out.”

I sit there looking at this beautiful, young girl. Who should be getting ready for college. Discovering sex with her boyfriend. She has an adult body but the mind of a sex craved teenager.

“Wow, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. Clearly, you need some help. Probably from a therapist. Would you be open to talking to someone? They can’t tell anyone what you tell them.”

“Why can’t I just talk to you?”

“Well, you can, but a therapist can help you work through your feelings. I think you should also see a medical doctor. Check you over. Get your shots. Are you on birth control?”

“My step dead had me get an IUD. Told them I was sixteen. So are you telling I’m broken?”

“No, you’ve just been taken advantage of and something they call groomed. It’s when men, over time, train women to be their sexual plaything. When it happens, the girls don’t know that it’s not normal.”

“So me liking sex is wrong? I like sex. It’s been the only good thing in my life for the last eight years. Don’t you like sex? You sure liked me sucking your cock this morning.”

“Yes, I like sex. I enjoyed what you did this morning but It was wrong to do it without my consent. You can continue to enjoy sex but you control who and when to have it. Does that make sense”

She nods, walks over to me and straddles me. “Well, I choose you. I haven’t been fucked in three days and I’m going to lose my mind.” She rubs her crotch against my raising cock in my pants. “Is that consent?”

She grabs my face and kisses me while continuing to grind on my cock.

“Oh, fuck Kasey..” She pulls off her t-shirt, her breast are perfect. Her nipples erect. She reaches in my pants and grabs my stiff cock. I stand up and lift her off of me and carry her to the couch. I lay her down and quickly pull off my pants. My cock springs free. She follows my lead and kicks off her jeans. No panties. Her pussy is already wet. She grabs my cock and brings it to her waiting mouth. Running her tongue along the underside of the shaft. Licking the pre-cum from my tip. She pulls me down onto her.

“I really need you to fuck me right now!”

She uses her hand to guide my cock into her opening. There is nothing gentle about it. I ram into her and feel her tighten around me. Her fingers are rubbing her clit.

“That’s it. Now harder...deeper. You feel so good.”

I’m pounding into her, leaning forward so I can suck her nipples. I’m not going to last.

“Kasey...you need to be quiet... if you want this to last more than two minutes!”

Her finger is flying over her engorged clit. “I bet I beat you... Now give me... that big hard cock. Fuck!..that’s it...”

I feel her tightening around me as I continue thrusting. She pauses then starts spasming. Her cunt is flooded and I lose my load. Spurt after spurt into her warm wet cunt. I lay there on top of her feeling her orgasm finish shooting through her. I pull out and stand. My semi hard cock, coated with a mixture of our juices. She grabs my cock.

“This is my favorite part” She begins licking my cock clean and sucks it back into her mouth. When I start to feel it stirring again, I pull it from her pouting lips.

“Thank you. You’re not done are you?”

I take a step back and reach for my clothes. “Kasey, thank you. Look you are amazing but we need to talk. I understand your needs and you’re very hard to say no to but.”

She stands up, completely naked, completely comfortable. Her firm young breast, high on her chest, still heaving. She moves toward me. “But what? You don’t like like fucking me? I don’t understand you. You told me I could have sex with who I want, when I want. It’s up to me. I want you to fuck my ass now. I can get you hard.”

I put my hands on her shoulders trying to keep her from reaching for my cock. “Ok, Let’s make a deal. You agree to go see a therapist and a doctor and we can have sex again tomorrow. If you still want. Do we have a deal?”

She sits in a chair and spreads her legs. “We do. But only if you watch me cum again.” She slides one hand down to her cum filled pussy while the other pinches her nipples. She slides two fingers into her cunt and pulls them out. Covered with our cum. She looks at me and puts them in her mouth and cleans them. She closes her eyes and moans as she puts them back into her cunt and begins pumping. Her other hand moves from her breast to her clit. I’m sitting there watching this girl, that I thought I was saving, have her second orgasm in twenty minutes. My cock is hard again and I can’t take my eyes off of her dripping pussy. I get up from my chair and kneel in front of her. She continues to thrust into her pussy when I move her finger from her clit and suck it into my mouth. I alternate little bites with stroking it with my tongue. It doesn’t take long before she is cumming again. She grabs my head and holds it on her throbbing clit. I stand up and she pulls me down to her and kisses me. Sharing are mixed juices. I’ve never been so turned on. We break the kiss. I reach down and hand her, her clothes, as I start putting on mine.

“Tomorrow, therapist. Right? And no, you can’t fuck him or her, even if you want. It’s against the rules.”

“Ok, ok. But you said you would fuck me if I went.”

“Yes, if you go. And we just fucked, so I think we’re good for today. Let’s get you some new clothes and a couple of bras.”

“Ok, but no bras. I hate them and don’t need them.” She holds her firm breasts in her hands and rolls her thumbs over her nipples and moans.

“You have a point there. Now please get dressed.” She pouts and starts putting on her clothes. “Tomorrow, after the therapist, you’ll fuck me in the ass?”

“I agreed we would have sex. What kind of sex is up to you. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“The first time sure. But my step dad had me wear butt plugs and he started with his fingers. Now I love the feel of a hard cock filling me up. Is that wrong?”

“It’s not wrong, it’s just that not many women will ask for that.”

Now dressed, she walks over and puts her arms around my neck and presses up against me. Feeling my cock starting to rise. “Do you like to fuck girls in the ass? By the feeling of this I would guess yes.”

I step out of her embrace and head for the shower. “I guess you’ll find out tomorrow. I’m taking a shower and no, you can’t join me.”