Chapter 1

Everything was wrong when I woke up, and I mean everything.

It was pitch black. Most people have never been in a completely dark room. I had gone on a guided cave exploring trek once. The guide had us all turn off our lanterns at one point. That was my only other experience. After a few minutes several people started to panic. You lose your sense of direction and balance.

At home, there was a streetlight in the front of my house. It filtered through the limbs and branches of the tree in our front yard, but it was still plenty bright.

Another anomaly, I was wearing no clothes. I always slept in my pajamas.

And I was not sleeping alone. I was on a bare mattress, lying on my side with my back to the edge. My body was pressed up against another. My left arm was across that naked torso, and that hand was cupping a large breast.

I pulled my hand away and stumbled to my feet, and realized that the mattress was on the floor. My heels touched another mattress as I backed up.

Just then the lights came on.

To go from pitch dark to blinding white light took me a minute to adjust. When I could finally see, I saw who I was sleeping with,

Let me just tell you, from the start, that all the names I am using are fictitious. They are used to protect the innocent and guilty.

On the queen-sized mattress were my three best friends, all packed tightly together, all naked. We all lived in the four houses that were on a small cul-de-sac in our suburban neighborhood. We were all fifteen years old. Our birthdays were all within six months of each other.

My friends were just starting to stir under the harsh white light.

My name is Ashley. I had light brown collar-length hair, hazel eyes, and a slim build. I stood five foot three. My breasts are either a B or C cup, depending on bra brand. My friends said that I was the level-headed member of our group, though I don’t see it. I liked Sports and History in school. I was not very good at Math.

The girl whose boob I had been groping was Bianca. She stood about five foot nine, wore her blonde hair in short bob cut with bangs in the front and green eyes. She was the free spirit of our circle. She designed and made her own clothes, in a style she called gypsy chic. She liked to wear floppy berets. If she didn’t have one that matched, she’d wear this lime green one that she just loved.

B had a goofy sense of humor. She was always cracking jokes or making groan-inducing puns.

The big surprise was the size of her breasts. They were easily size DD. I knew her knockers were bigger than the rest of us, but her clothes were usually so loose-fitting, and they hid their size.

Her hips were also wider than the rest of us girls.

While she wasn’t fat, she could probably stand to lose ten pounds.

You know when you have a group of friends and you say that you are all best friends, but secretly you like one more than the others? Well. Bianca was mine.

She liked Art and English classes, but like me, did not like Math.

On far side of the mattress was Claire. She was the smart one. She was Hispanic with black straight shoulder-length hair and dark eyes. She was almost flat-chested and had almost no hips. She stood five foot one.

She was a fount of useless information, always providing us with interesting trivia. I always told her that she should try out for Jeopardy, but she was not interested. She excelled in all academic classes, but had trouble with classes like Art and Gym.

When not around us, Claire was very shy. She’d make A’s in her classes, but contributed nothing to class discussions. She hated making presentations, and would do everything in her power to avoid them.

Sandwiched between Claire and Bianca was Darcy. She was the serious one. She had curly dark brown hair that she kept short, piled up on her head, and brown eyes. She had B-cup breasts, slightly smaller than mine and maybe an inch shorter in height.

For Darcy, every news report on something wrong somewhere was a crisis. She was convinced that global warming was going to destroy the world, or the extinction of a small fish was going to throw the world’s eco-system into chaos.

Knowing her mother, I guess you can see where she gets that.

The one saving grace that kept Darcy from being a complete downer was her singing voice. It was a wonderful soprano that we loved to hear. The fact that she loved to sing made her a joy to be around, until she got off on one of her crisis jags.

Like Claire, I saw her as another lost opportunity. I keep telling her that she should try out for one of those reality singing competitions. But she always declines.

I am talking too much about breasts. That’s because I hadn’t seen any of these three naked since puberty. Two of our houses have pools, and we always come out and swim having put on our swimsuits in our home. I think we were all self-conscious about our maturing bodies.

My dad was a housing developer and architect. He designed the area we moved into when I was five, and designed the mini cul-de-sac specifically for me. He screened all the families that wanted to move into it, and only admitted families with girls the same age as me. He put a gate in all the backyard fences, so they combined to be a giant playground for us growing up.

The room we were stuck in was a little wider than a racquetball court and was colored pure white on ceiling, floor, and walls. It was like one of those clean rooms you see in the movies.

In the two back corners (I dubbed them the back corners), there was a toilet and sink in one, and an open shower, with a drain underneath it, in the other. Again, all the pipes and fixtures were white.

On the opposite end was a single white metal door in the middle of the wall that, upon inspection, was not budging. No sign of keyhole or access panel of any type.

The lack of pigment variation gave the whole room a disconcerting feel of unreality. It was sometimes hard to see the edges where the floor and walls met.

About twenty feet above us, on the ceiling, were twelve ceiling lights, spaced evenly, that beamed the harsh white glare on us.

The mattress we had been laying on was also pure white. There were no sheets or mattress cover, just a bare queen mattress. It was firmer than the one I slept on at home, and took some getting used to.

As I mentioned earlier, there was a second mattress on the floor. It was identical to the other one. On it laid our mothers. They were also naked, but they all had a silver collar around their necks.

My mother, Anna, was the only one beginning to get a measure of our surroundings. She quickly slipped off her mattress, and looked around with panicked eyes.

Next to Bianca, my mom had the best body. I knew she liked to work out, and it showed with her flat abs and hourglass figure. Her D breasts were not as big as my best friend’s, but they were still second largest. She had auburn hair that I always thought was dyed.

Anna was the only mother to be a true housewife.

I hadn’t seen my mother nude in more years than I had seen my friends. I don’t think that’s unusual.

I don’t think I’d ever seen my friends’ mothers naked before.

Of the four families, ours was the only with just one child, me. All the others had at least two children. All four of us friends are the oldest child.

I noticed that all four mothers were lying in the same position as their daughter.

Lying next to my mom was Bianca’s mother, Barbara. She has blonde hair and green eyes like her daughter, but her bust resembled mine more that Bianca’s; kind of average. She also was very slim. No excess fat on her thighs or tummy.

Compared to Bianca, Barbara was quiet and subdued. I don’t know where Bianca got her flamboyance.

Barbara worked as a legal secretary for some big firm in DC, where Bianca’s father also worked.

Bianca had a younger sister.

On the opposite side of the mattress was Claire’s mother, Carmen. This Hispanic woman looked just like a grown up version of her daughter. She had dark straight hair, dark eyes, and only a little more in hips and breasts than Claire.

Carmen worked as a dental assistant near home.

Claire’s father was a car salesman, and was very good at it.

Claire had two younger brothers.

Lying between Barbara and Carmen was Darcy’s mother, Dorothy. You could definitely see the resemblance between mother and daughter. Dorothy’s dark brown hair was straight instead of curly. She was also a few inches taller than her daughter and had a cup-size larger breasts.

I had never seen Darcy’s mother smile. She was very political. She started as a school board member then got elected to the county commission. Finally, she got hired as a lobbyist for a K street environmental firm, and seemed to be doing very well.

Darcy’s father was a moderately successful painter, and worked from the family garage, when not out on location. He did most of the parenting for Darcy and her younger brother and sister.

When my mom found her feet, she saw me and ran to me. She hugged me, “Are you okay?”

It felt strange, our bare skin touching. Her large breasts pressed against my face.

I nodded, “What happened? Where are we?”

“I have no idea. Maybe the others will know.”

Just then Bianca sat up, rubbing her eyes, “Wha-? Turn out the lights.”

Suddenly she realized her circumstances. “Where are my clothes? Where are we!?” she screamed.

This woke everyone up. Within a minute everyone was up yelling and waving arms.

Darcy’s mom, Dorothy, let out a shrill whistle, “It is obvious that we’ve been abducted, and we don’t know where we are. Let’s calm down and think this out.”

Anna, my mother, nodded, “Good idea. What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?”

My Hispanic friend Claire scratched her head, “I remember going to sleep, like any other school night.”

“Does anyone remember anything unusual before going to sleep?” Anna asked.

No one came up with anything.

Just then a hidden projector, inside one of the light wells, turned on. Black letters shone on the blank white front wall. It made them stand out even more.

“THIS IS A DEMONSTRATION.”

Without warning, my mom fell to the floor, screaming and twitching. It lasted only about five seconds, but seemed longer.

She collapsed, breathing hard.

I dropped to the floor behind her, “Mom! Are you okay?”

She nodded. “These collars are electrified.”

Suddenly, everyone was trying to take off their or their mother’s collar. Close inspection revealed that the silver collars had no keyhole and only a thin seam on each side of it. There was no obvious way to take them off.

Someone finally noticed a new message had taken the place of the original.

“DISOBEY AND THE COLLARS WILL BE ACTIVATED.”

“We have no collars,” said Bianca. “We can’t be punished.”

Barbara, her mother, shot an icy look at her, “No, we’ll be punished in your place. Do you want that?”

That left her flustered, “No, of course not.”

A new message appeared.

“PUT THE MATTRESSES IN THE CORNERS AGAINST THE WALL.”

Two arrows pointed to the corners by the front wall.

Dorothy shrugged her shoulders, “We better do as we’re told. Where’s the harm?”

Without any planning, the women that slept on their mattress hauled it to a corner. Each mattress had white plastic handles at each of its corner. That made it easy to haul. We set them against the side walls in the designated corner.

We returned back to the center, finding the messages gone.

Walking back, two girls, Bianca and Darcy, covered their breasts with their left hand and arm, and their crotch with their right.