Chapter 1

Jane---I guess everyone has figured out that my name is not Jane Doe. It just came out when Ana O’Shea asked me my name. I had always answered to Amy Collins but when she asked, I thought the police were looking for ‘Amy Collins’ so I had better make up a name. Now I am Jane Doe.

Let me explain how all this started.

I was 17 when my mother opened my bedroom door one night. I thought I had locked it. She caught me laying naked on the bed masturbating!

What would a normal mother do? Slowly close the door and respect my privacy? Or how about telling me it was perfectly normal for a 17-year-old girl to play with her pussy?

My mother did neither. Instead, she screamed for me to stop then went to the phone and called Brother Dave, pastor of the church she attended.

I barely slept that night worrying about what was going to happen to me. I thought about how my life had been so perfect up until my father died four years ago. He was my best friend.

We live on a working cattle ranch, so I learned to ride and work cattle at a young age. By the time I was 11 I could rope. We even talked about participating in team roping events at the local rodeos. That all ended when his truck was forced off the road by a drunk driver. Dad was killed and my life became a nightmare.

First, my mom started going to that Salvation Church praying for Daddy’s soul. We had never gone to church before but now it was every Sunday. Then she met Chuck, an elder in the church. We started going not only on Sunday mornings but Sunday and Wednesday nights as well. That was bad enough but one day mother announced she was going to marry Chuck! He was moving in with us!

I hated Chuck. He was always at home and hardly ever went to work. Suddenly the lock on the bathroom door where I showered didn’t work. I told mother I thought he was watching me bathe. She told me Chuck was a good man, he would not do things like that. I woke up a couple of times with him in my room staring at me. The covers on my bed had “fallen” off and I was in my panties. He explained that he had just come in to “check on me”. Mother sided with him! He was paying the bills.

The morning after she caught me masturbating, I was taken to Brother Dave’s house by my mother and Chuck. In front of Brother Dave, his wife and my stepfather, I was made to repeat the scene that my mother saw when she opened the door. That took me less than 30 seconds and I was red all over by the time I was finished. But then Brother Dave asked my mom to describe what she had seen. Now instead of saying what I said or just saying “She told the truth”, she started giving details.

“Her mouth was open, she was writhing in ecstasy with her legs spread, her fingers were wet with moisture, and she was trying her best not to scream as her climax started!”

Ok, maybe that is a better description than mine. But was that really necessary? Give me 5 or 10 whacks with a paddle and let’s get this over. I promise never to do it again.

“At least I’ll make sure the damn door is locked next time,” I think to myself!

“I have a special treatment for girls that are addicted to sins of the flesh. Leave her with us today. Then come back tomorrow. I may be able to cure her.”

I got weak in the knees! Two days with this pervert and his wife? No way! I turn to head for the door. His wife catches me by my long blond hair and turns me around. She slaps my face. I have never been slapped before in my life. Mom, where are you?

“I’ll teach her some manners while she is here.”

I am pushed to the couch by this woman. She holds me still and bends my arms up behind my back I feel handcuffs on my wrists. I scream, “Momma!”

“Quite Amy this is for your own good. We’ll be back tomorrow. You be good and learn your lesson.”

I looked over at Chuck, not really expecting any help but, maybe? Yeah right! That asshole licked his lips!

I was crying as they walked out the door and I heard the truck drive off.

“Let’s get her downstairs and out of those clothes.”

I was picked up by Brother Dave and carried down into the basement. Oh Shit! This place looks like a fucking dungeon!

My hands are freed and as soon as I can I run for the stairs. Again, she grabs me by the hair and spins me around.

“I like a girl with a little fire in her. Makes it so much more fun to break! And break you I will.”

I am led over to a wall. My western shirt is carefully removed then my bra. She attaches my wrists to chains, and I am pulled up the wall until my toes just touch the floor. Brother Dave takes over un-dressing me while she goes to a cabinet. He pulls my boots and socks off then takes his time with my jeans and panties. He is spreading my lips and examining my vagina when his wife walks back up in front of me. She is carrying a riding crop!

“I want her legs spread.”

He grabs one of my feet and pulls it to the side. A leather cuff is placed on it and secured to the wall. They do the same to the other leg. All my weight is on my shoulders! It hurts! That’s when I made a major mistake.

“Let me go you goddamn perverts. I’m going to tell the sheriff and you will go to prison.”

The wife laughed. Brother Dave said, “We will deal with you using the Lord’s name in vain later. Let’s begin.”

He stood next to me and squeezed one of my 34-c cup breasts; blood rushed into the nipple. As I started to complain that bitch swung the riding crop, it struck my nipple! I swear the first time she hit me I thought she knocked my nipple off! I looked at it about the time the pain hit my brain. I screamed as loud as I ever had in my life. I was struggling in my chains, screaming at the ceiling when I felt it.

Brother Dave had put his mouth on my nipple! His tongue circled it then his lips sucked it up into his warm mouth. That helped a lot with the pain. The fact is I was enjoying it when I felt his hand squeeze my other breast. The crop hit that nipple! It hurt as badly the second time as it did the first! Then his tongue, those lips were so soothing!