Chapter 1

I knew something was wrong when I woke up. I kept my eyes closed and tried to remain still and keep my breathing calm to gather what information I could and hopefully not alert anyone that might be nearby that I’d woken. If there was anyone. I couldn’t hear anyone or anything, which was odd in itself as I lived in a noisy apartment building. So, not my own place. Wait - I hadn’t been at my place... Things were fuzzy.

It smelled different. Clean. Earthy. Outdoors. Reminded me of camping as a kid. There was no light pressing against my lids. I slowly and carefully moved my fingers, feeling coarse linen under my fingertips. I assessed myself and didn’t feel any injuries, no headache, but there was a little thickness in my head, like maybe I’d drunk enough to make me sleep hard but not enough to give me a hangover.

OK. Time to open the old peepers. Aaaannd it’s dark. Not pitch black but I couldn’t make out any details. I was inside, for sure. There was a wall to my left and space to my right. I slowly sat up, half expecting something to hurt as I started moving. Nothing but the stiffness that comes from a high mileage body. I was wearing what I last remember wearing - a black T shirt and jeans. No shoes or socks and my pockets were empty.

I stood and stretched and my hands hit the ceiling a few inches above my head. I’m not crazy tall - a hair over six feet - so a ceiling that low was unusual. Where the hell was I? Had I been kidnapped? Roofied? As I ruminated, I explored the room which felt more and more like a cell. Maybe twelve feet square. A platform bed affixed to one wall. A door with no knob opposite it. A small opening high on one wall was probably a window, though it was too dark to see anything out of it.

I did some squats and pushups and a few simple stretches. If I had to run or fight, I wanted to be ready.

As soon as I finished with that, the door opened and a floating ball of light swept into the room, making a circle around the perimeter and then close around me before hovering over the bed. Watching it loop-de-loop I almost didn’t notice the girl.

She stepped just inside the room and the door closed behind her. She stood, feet together, hands hanging, clasped in front. She was barefoot and wore what looked like a long, long sleeve T shirt. The sleeves reached her knuckles and the hem came to mid-thigh. Her hair was long and straight and light. She was short and slender and young and very, very pretty. Maybe even beautiful.

“Uh, hi,” I said, smoothly. “Who are you and, uh, where am I?”

Her eyes remained downcast. The light floated back and forth just a bit and the shadows moved with it, making everything seem even more surreal. “Niarah, m’lord. I am to be your first. It is not for me to answer questions.” Her voice was small and unsure and her accent was unfamiliar. Not really Irish, not really French, but maybe somewhere in between. I’m no cunning linguist, but I’ve traveled a lot.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Niarah. I have to say though - I have lots of questions.” Under normal circumstances, I would probably be asking those questions with my fists, but she was a small girl and I just didn’t feel right knocking her teeth out.

“I understand, m’lord.” What’s with the m’lord? So strange. “Questions will be answered, only not by me and not just yet.” She still hadn’t looked at me.

“First what?” I asked, taking a single step closer. She flinched ever so slightly.

“Pardon, lord?” she asked back.

“You’re to be my first what?”

“To get with child, m’lord,” she answered.

I had just dropped off the package with Santo, some middle man working for the Lülle family. I wasn’t supposed to know that name but I made it a point to do my homework, especially in a place like Bogota. So far, things had gone smoothly and there were no issues with customs, the law, or the payment. My flight out was tomorrow afternoon and I just needed to stay out of trouble and off the radar until then.

Santo had generously offered to put me up but I never spent more time around a client than I had to. Money was all handled electronically now, so they couldn’t just bonk me over the head and take it back. That sounded better, but in reality it complicated things - if they decided they wanted it back they’d have to resort to far worse methods. So I made myself scarce. Besides - it was more professional to not become entangled with these dirtbags. I wanted them to see me as a reliable service provider and nothing else.

I took a cab to the city center, had a pastry and a coffee and hailed another cab. I had this guy take me to a hotel of his choice off the beaten path, but near good food and not too far from the airport. I liked Uber but cabs took cash and cabbies knew their city.

The hotel was more of a BnB - a family affair in what was once a huge house and was now several very nice suites. A lovely old white stucco building that would’ve been right at home in Paris or London, the proud proprietors were happy to take my money and not ask for any ID. I left my carryon locked in the room and headed out with only my passport, phone, and enough cash for food and incidentals. I always wore a mid-tier watch just in case I were to get robbed, I’d have something to satisfy them but not hurt too much to lose. This trip’s was a nice Seiko diver with a rubber strap - not so ostentatious that it’d attract attention.

I wandered the neighborhood in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the light coming over the mountains. The homes were old and in excellent condition and the people I passed smiled and made eye contact. The State Department warned us Americans to stay away from all sorts of places, but I’d been to most of the places on the naughty list and had almost no problems. In fact, my experiences were usually very pleasant.

While I traveled almost constantly and loved it, on a job I was always on edge. I’d had the occasional delivery that didn’t go as smoothly as this one promised to and had both butted heads and run for my life. Walking around helped me burn off that anxiety, kept me alert, and made me a moving target. And I liked seeing new places at street level. I’d been to Columbia before, but not Bogota - it was a very charming town.

After a couple of hours on my feet, I ate an almost perfect steak at a very nice, nearly empty restaurant. I finished with a slice of cheesecake and a single glass of wine and headed back to my room to crash out in the plush four-poster Victorian-esque bed.

And that was the last thing I remember before waking up in this box with this young girl that wanted me to knock her up.

“Say what now?” I asked, stepping backward a single step and she mirrored me with a step forward.

“You are to get me with child and prove your seed ... useful,” her eyes finally came up to meet mine. They were large and violet and pleading. Her hands reached out and I took the last step I had, my calves now against my bed. Her fingers stopped just short of actually touching me. The light began to slowly circle us.

“We’re supposed to have sex,” I said. “Why?” I forestalled her reply with a gesture. “Yeah, yeah, to get you with child, but why? And where are we? Who are you?” While I was getting frustrated, my cock was wide awake and paying close attention.

Her hand withdrew and her gaze returned to the floor. In a smooth motion she peeled off her smock and stood naked before me. The light stopped just over my shoulder, bathing her in its glow to great effect.

“I must apologize again that I am unable to answer your questions, m’lord. Am I so unpleasant to your eye?” She shrank into herself.

She couldn’t have been older than sixteen - she was lean and slender but not without muscle. Her curves were slight, but her hips had a womanly swell from her waist. Her belly was flat and her breasts were small and high on her chest, capped with nipples that had almost no color to them. Her long pale hair was the only hair I could see on her body. While I liked my women older and plusher, she was not at all unpleasing to my eye.

I slowly reached out and lifted her chin with a finger until her eyes met mine. “You are very pleasant to my eye, Niarah. But I won’t just have sex with an underage girl I just met. Not only can I get in big trouble, it’s just not right.” My body didn’t agree at all and I made a surreptitious adjustment. Her eyes flicked down and the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Lord, I am of age and well trained but unsullied,” she crooned to me with a new measure of confidence. Her hands came up to clasp mine carefully and pull it to her chest, planting my palm right between her breasts. At the contact with her cool flesh, my dick lurched against my pants.

“Unsullied?” I murmured.

“I have lain with no man, m’lord.” She stepped closer, folding my arm between us and reaching up to circle her arms behind my neck. Her face was tilted up to mine, now softly smiling. Her head didn’t reach my chin and she was on her toes. “But I have had all of the requisite training to please a man. I just require you to provide ... experience.” Her pale skin reddened.

My head tilted to her slowly but inexorably. First our cheeks met and then my lips brushed hers, cool and soft. Her fingers twined in my hair and my hands slid down her back to the swell of her buttocks, my thumbs settling easily into the dimples just above.

She kissed me softly, tugging at my lower lip with her lips. I pulled her close, my shaft trapped between us, throbbing against her. I grabbed the back of her neck and hungrily crushed our mouths together, forcing my tongue between her lips for a taste of her.

“FUUUCK!” I yelled as I pried her off of me and stepped to the side and away from her, fists clenched hard.

“Niarah, I can’t.” I hissed between gritted teeth. “You’re lovely and I want ... to do bad, bad things to you, but I need answers first!”

I heard a stifled sob and a noise and turned to see she’d collapsed to her knees and was crying against my bed. The light began to circle her quickly, the shadows swinging around the room wildly.

I crouched to console her but the light settled on her shoulder and dimmed, resolving into a tiny figure that clung to her hair as if trying to comfort her.

I duckwalked slowly closer and touched Niarah’s knee. “Hey hey hey,” I whispered. “It’s ok, kid.” The thing hugging her neck flared bright and zipped right up in my face and I scrambled back, startled. It made sharp chittering noises punctuated by angry jerks to and fro.

“Niarah, what the hell is this thing!?” I held up my hand as if to swat it and it zagged out of reach, still squeaking.

She sobbed something in a language I didn’t recognize and the light returned to her, tucking into her hair and leaving us in near darkness. I crept back closer but didn’t touch her.

“Help me out here, kid - I have no idea what’s going on,” I said. “I can’t help unless you tell me what’s happening.”