Chapter 3

It’s late Friday afternoon and the end of my first month at Hornburg College. I’m on my way to a meeting with Charles Grégoire at his office in the administration building. He’s my professor in French Literature, which is one of my electives for this session. I chose this course because I am already fluent in French and therefore this course will not put pressure on me compared to other more important courses. The College approved me taking this course on the condition that I tutor less advanced students. During the first month I supervised two study periods, but I have not yet had a real tutoring mandate. It is 3:55 p.m. when I arrive for my 4pm appointment and there is a young woman waiting on a chair in the hallway near the door to Professor Grégoire’s office. I sit down on a chair across the hall from her to wait.

The student in question is a young woman with black hair to the middle of her back arranged in a ponytail. Her eyes are black. I can’t be sure, but I believe she has Native American features. Her face is exotic and that gives her a unique beauty. It is difficult to judge her body as she wears baggy pants and hoodie that are old and threadbare. Normally I wouldn’t notice this, I’m wearing simple jeans pants and a blouse that are not at all new, but in her case it’s too obvious. It’s hard to believe she can afford to attend Hornburg College.

When I arrived, she watched me sit down, but said nothing and went back to reading a book written in French. It’s ‘Les Fourmis ‘ by Bernard Werber. When it is obvious that the professor is going to be late, I look at the list of books required for the French Literature course. I have already read the majority of the required novels for the course.

It’s 4:25 p.m. when Dr. Grégoire finally arrives and apologizes: “Hello Christina and Abequa. Sorry for the delay, I had administrative issues to resolve.”

Dr. Grégoire is in his late 40s and obviously does not pay much attention to his diet and does not do much physical activity. He’s not overweight, but he has a big belly. He shows us comfortable armchairs and goes to boil some water to make tea. Then he introduces us to each other. The other woman is named Abequa Apisi and she is of Native American origin and more precisely of the Algonquin people. She has a basic knowledge of French and that is why she needs a tutor to help her in this advanced course.

Dr. Grégoire adds that given what he knows about me, he considers this an opportunity for me to have social contact with another person of my age in a setting other than a classroom. He adds with a smile: “Who knows, maybe you will become good friends!”

Then he goes to retrieve the tea and gives us each a cup. I don’t drink tea in general, but I am pleasantly surprised by the sweet flavor when I drink it out of politeness.

I regain consciousness slowly. Before I even open my eyes, I know something is wrong. I am naked and I know that I am not in my bed, but above all, my breasts, genitals, and anus hurt. My hair is slightly wet, like I just took a shower and didn’t bother to dry it.

Everything is silent. I open my eyes and realize that I am in one of the College offices. More precisely, I am sitting on an armchair. Next to me, on the other armchair in this small room, is Abequa, who is also naked and still appears to be unconscious. When I look at my pubis, I notice that I have been freshly shaved. I hadn’t done it since the party at Evelyn’s. I gently stick a finger in my vagina to see if I can detect secretions or more precisely semen, but they took the time to clean me well.

In the small office where we are, there are only these two armchairs, with a TV and DVD player on the wall in front of us. On the opposite wall I see our clothes piled up near the door. And prominently on the clothing is a DVD envelope with a message written on the envelope: Watch Me First.

I don’t know what I’m going to see, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been drugged and raped and someone thinks they’re going to be able to manipulate us with that information. And one thing is certain, Mr. Grégoire must be in on it.

I place the disc in the player and go back to sit on the armchair to watch the DVD.

When the first image appears, I see a large bed very well-lit in a space where large blue curtains serve as walls. There is no soundtrack. In the bed are me and Abequa, naked. We are kissing while fondling each other’s breasts. I know that we are under the influence of a drug, but nothing in the scene suggests it. The cameraman, who obviously films with a professional camera that he holds on his shoulder, moves around the bed to film us.

Abequa doesn’t just have a pretty face, the old baggy clothes hid well-proportioned hips, breasts and buttocks. She’s a beautiful woman. Her crotch shows that she cuts her black hair in a landing strip, but there is no hair near her vulva. After zooming in on our tongues playing together, the display gradually fades to black and stays that way for a few seconds. Then the image returns to the bed.

This time we are in the 69 position licking each other’s pussy. Obviously, we are excited and the camera even manages to show the moment when we cum one after the other. I’m angry about this situation, about what we were forced to do, but despite everything I can’t help but feel a certain excitement watching me make love with the young Native American. And to be honest, I’m also sorry that I don’t remember this pleasure. Again, the display gradually fades to black and stays that way for a few seconds.

When the image returns to the bed, we are no longer alone. We are each seated on the edge of the bed and each of us performs oral sex on a man standing in front of us. The two men whose penises we are sucking are relatively young men, probably my age or a little older. They both have eyes and hair the same black has Abequa. They are muscular without having bodybuilder bodies and are good-looking. They are obviously of Native American origin. The scene ends with Abequa swallowing the man’s cum in front of her.

Again, the display gradually fades to black. When the image returns, the same men are now on the bed lying on their backs with me and Abequa sitting on them. We are fucking them and as I fuck the man beneath me, I caress my breasts. Abequa has one hand caressing one of her breasts and the other is between her legs and caressing her clitoris. We can clearly see the moment when Abequa stops moving and is probably screaming with pleasure. Then it’s my turn to cum.

The scene ends and when the image returns to the bed, I’m still fucking the same men on the bed, but this time I’m lying on top of him and behind me another man buggers me. The camera does show the action of his penis jerking back and forth violently in my rectum, but not his face. He is obviously a man in his twenties and in good shape, but the camera is careful not to show his face. This makes me suspect that the men me and Abequa are fucking are not actually there of their own free will.

On the other side of the bed, Abequa is standing, leaning over the men she was fucking and giving him a blow job. Behind her, a man rapes Abequa’s tightest hole too. As is the case with me, the head of whoever fucks her is never shown, but he also appears to be a man in his twenties and in good shape. Once the two strangers have finished cumming, there is a close-up of the semen flowing from our anus.

The scene ends and when the image returns to the bed, me and Abequa are again in the 69 position, but this time we are licking the cum dripping from our anus and vagina. Then we see Abequa having an orgasm with her face on my sex.

The scene ends, but no new image appears. On the black background, a message is displayed:

If you two don’t want this movie to end up on the Internet, you will:

Keep quiet

Do not contact the authorities

Obey the orders that will come in the next few days

Otherwise, your lives will be destroyed.

The DVD ends and I realize that Abequa woke up while I was watching the film and she is crying silently. I get up, get my clothes, and get dressed without saying anything. I don’t know how to comfort people in normal times, but it’s even worse in this situation. Abequa looks at me and seems angry when she stands up and yells: “You’re in on it, right? You don’t care to destroy my life and that of my cousins? Why are you doing this?”

I look at her and I say: “You have seen the message; this film is to threaten me as much as you. The difference is that instead of crying and panicking, I’m doing the only thing I can do right now. That is, to get dressed and go home. “ It was maybe harsh so I soften the blow: “I will find a way to make this film disappear. At worst, we will be porn stars, even if it is very involuntary. I do not like this idea and I will do everything to destroy this film, but I will certainly not be manipulated by unscrupulous people like professor Grégoire.”

Abequa looks at me and seems very surprised and she says to me, still shouting: “What?”

I tell myself that I could at least talk to her a bit to find out more about her and the twins. So I finish getting dressed, then I take the DVD and put it in my bag. I notice when I put my watch back on that it’s 8:50 p.m. I say to Abequa: “Explain your situation to me. I suggest you get dressed first though. “ I leave out the fact that after seeing us having sex in the film and seeing her now naked in front of me makes me want to do it again. Abequa still looks at me like I have two heads, but she gets dressed and then goes to sit in the other chair. She looks at me for a moment without saying anything, then she starts talking: “The men in the film are my cousins. They have always lived with us and I consider them my brothers. The three of us left Saskatchewan a few months ago to flee the henchmen of a white man who paid my father a fortune to be able to marry me. The man in question is a filthy old pervert and I don’t want to become his wife. Charles Grégoire is a man we have known since our childhood. He was a friend of my mother when we lived in Montreal. My cousins had kept in touch with him, exchanging emails from time to time. It was Askook who contacted him when we fled. He then offered to put the three of us up in a small house here, on the outskirts of the city. He even arranged for me to benefit from a scholarship to be admitted to Hornburg College. But we didn’t have time to make an official request to come to the United States, so we crossed the border illegally. Charles Grégoire got us false papers so that I could be registered and Askook and Machk could work. But the scholarship that Dr. Grégoire obtained for me has a morality clause I’m going to lose everything if this movie comes out. You understand?”

Yes, I understand very well, and even better than Abequa. Dr. Grégoire took advantage of the situation and did everything to put Abequa and her brothers in his hands.

We have two choices; obey and find ourselves under the influence of Dr. Grégoire for the rest of our days or defend ourselves. The choice is obvious to me, all that remains is to convince Abequa. I explain: “Abequa, you and your cousins have obviously been manipulated from the start by Dr. Grégoire. I imagine that you don’t remember anything after drinking the tea he given us in his office, right?”

Abequa, evidently, had not yet realized this. At least her face only shows disbelief. She is beautiful, but does not seem to be strong in deductive reasoning. I continue without waiting for her to speak: “We will obey, in theory, the instructions of the DVD. At least we are not going to contact the authorities. But the instructions did not say that you had to stay in the house provided by him. You and your brothers are moving in with me and after that, we’re going to look at our options. Dr. Grégoire made a serious mistake in attacking me. Would you like to come and take refuge with me?”

Abequa starts crying again and nods. Since she doesn’t have a cell phone, I write my address on a piece of paper and tell her how to get there. As I walk home, I realize that it’s not just for their safety that I want Abequa and her cousins to come home. Yes, there is that, but there is also the fact that it could allow me to have sex with them. Because, even with Lily in my bed each night, it’s not enough. She lacks the dick that I’m really craving these days.

Abequa, Machk and Askook got settled in the house. Machk and Askook are in the basement, using the bed that was formerly used by Lily. They have to share the same bed because there was no room for a second bed there. Abequa sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room. It’s not ideal, but it’ll have to do for now.

During the weekend we plan to clean the attic. The attic is large, but cluttered with boxes and old furniture. I hope that by doing this it will be possible to free up space to create at least one additional bedroom. For now, Erin, Lily and the twins are not happy with the situation. Especially since I made it very clear that until further notice, they must restrict sexual activity to their rooms.

I did not explain the situation Abequa and I are in, I only said that the three visitors are my friends and that they need a place to live for the next few weeks. Machk and Askook know that someone is trying to blackmail us with a movie featuring me and Abequa, but they haven’t seen the DVD. When Abequa arrived at the house provided by Dr. Grégoire, they were asleep on the living room couch. They are unaware that they are also actors in the movie on the DVD and Abequa wants it to stay that way.

It is almost 10:15 p.m. and I am in front of the MCW building, the Whitefield motorcycle club.

When I was fourteen, I helped identify and locate Ethan Munoz, the pedophile who was blackmailing Madison Perkins, the daughter of the biker gang leader. I’m pretty sure they killed the culprit who died when his house burned down. After that, when I started school, they helped me against a group of girls who were bullying me. I hope I can convince them to help me again, this time against Charles Grégoire.

I called on the phone to speak with Ryan Perkins, the leader of the biker group, but the woman who answered told me that Ryan was at the MCW house and would probably spend the night there. I took a taxi to get there, as the place is too far from my house to walk there. It is in an upscale part of the town of Whitefield with many houses that look like mansions. The location of the club, which is in fact one of these mansions, is two stories tall surrounded by high fences with many trees and flowerbeds. I notice immediately that this is a house like no other. It is relatively new and all the windows, including those on the second floor, seem to be one-way glass windows that allows you to see out but not into the house. There are about twenty motorcycles in the large parking lot in front of the house.