Chapter 1

The Sheriff's sixteen-year-old teenaged daughter, Kimberly Brock, found herself stranded with car trouble on the outskirts of her hometown of Rome, Wisconsin. Luckily for her, a tow truck soon appeared and stopped to give her assistance.

A towering black man stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to her. Being of a very trusting nature, the sixteen-year-old showed no sign of concern at his approach. The man had made no threatening move towards her and smiled in a very friendly manner.

"Hi. You out of gas?" He asked.

"No, but it... just stopped," she told the man. "Now this stupid, stupid thing won't start again."

"Cars, well if they didn't do stupid things, I'd be out a job," he laughed. "Well, let me take a look."

He leaned over and checked under the hood for a few minutes then straightened himself up.

"Uh-oh," he said. "There's your problem. The timing chain."

"Is that bad?" Kim asked.

"A day in the shop," he said. "Two hundred, minimum."

"Well, maybe you can tow me?" The young girl then asked.

"There's the problem you see," he said. "I'm on call. I've got a guy waiting for me right now. Where do you live?"

"Windover, near Loomis," she told him.

"Tell you what I can do," he said, seeing the concern on her young face. "I'll take you halfway. There's a payphone on Windover, you can call somebody from there."

"Okay, thanks," she said trustingly, relieved that she wouldn't have to stay stranded.

She then followed the man to the tow truck and climbed on board from the passenger side, petting the man's white Labrador as she settled in her seat.

"Thanks for the lift," she said with a smile. "I really appreciate this."

"No problem," he grinned at the beautiful teenager.

He started driving off. A few minutes along the way, he suddenly swerved and turned the truck around, hitting the electric locks, trapping the shocked girl inside with him.

"Uh, Windover is that way," Kimberly said pointing the other way, hoping that the man was confused.

"Change of plans," he told her as he pointed a gun at her.

Kimberly remained quiet as her kidnapper drove on down the road. For the next fifteen minutes she was scared for her life as the black man headed towards parts unknown.

The Brock's household received a phone call from the man a few hours later triggering the alarm to Kimberly's father, who also happened to be the town's Sheriff. Within moments, every police officer in his department was on the case.

Sheriff Jim Brock reluctantly assigned Deputy Maxine Stewart to take charge as he was obviously much to close to it personally.

The tow truck finally pulled up to a cabin deep in the woods and the man told her to get inside. Once inside the house, he led her to a back room and bent down.

Kimberly watched in fear as the man pulled open a heavy hatch.

"Climb down," he instructed her, waving the gun barrel at her.

Kimberly began climbing down the dark shaft and the heavy set man then lowered his rather large dog, and then climbed down to join his teenaged captive. When they reached the bottom, he turned on a light switch and faced her. The small room contained a cot bed, a television set, a chair and table but nothing else.

"I won't restrain you in any way," the towering man told the frightened girl. "So please, stay put. Read, rest. If you feel like banging on these walls, go ahead. Knock yourself out. This whole room is soundproof. Sam here is going to stay here to keep you company. I should warn you that he won't let you get close to the ladder without my permission, so don't try it, okay."

Kimberly pouted as her fear mounted, her eyes shifting from the tall black man and the white Labrador. She had found the animal friendly when she was in the tow truck, but now she could see that it was impressive in size.

"Are... are you going to hurt me?" She asked.

"No, of course not," he said with a smile, then with a clap of his hands, he added. "Well, I gotta go."

And he proceeded to climb up the ladder to the opening they had just come down from. Kimberly sat down heavily on the bed near tears. Then she heard the heavy hatch close behind the man.

"Why me?" She asked, but he was no longer there to give her an answer.

Rick Jennings casually walked into the chaos that was Rome's Police station and offered his assistance in finding Jimmy's missing daughter. As soon as the Sheriff saw him, he knew in his own mind that this man, his ex-partner, had his daughter.

He would stay there and taunt the Police as his mind wandered back to the white girl imprisoned in the abandoned bomb-shelter in his house. Of how beautiful he was. He had no intention of harming her, but he had been in prison for such a long time and this was his time for revenge. Jimmy Brock had cost him his job, his freedom, his wife, his family, and finally his own daughter.

This was his plan to get revenge for all the suffering he had endured. He would make the man live through the torment of losing his daughter just has he had.

But with nothing to hold the black man on, they couldn't restrain him and he simply walked out and went back home. Home to his dinner and his captive.

Kimberly heard the hatch being unfastened and then saw the man's feet as he climbed down to her cell again.

"How are you doing Kimberly," he said. "You don't remember me. Do you?"

"N... no," she said nervously. "Should I?"

"I used to work with your father," he told her. "But then he betrayed me and sent me to prison. I lost everything when he did that. I lost my wife. I missed my daughter growing up. You remember my daughter, don't you? You two were inseparable."

Kimberly recalled her black playmate when they lived back in Chicago. And then she placed the man's face next to them as they played.

"Mister... Jennings," she said hesitantly.

"Yes, that's me," he smiled. "You see, you do remember. You know, while I was in prison I even missed seeing my little girl going to the prom. Oh, here," he said, handing her a large box. "I brought you something. Go ahead, open it."

Kimberly pulled off the cover and opened it. Inside the box was a dress and she looked up at the man, confusion in her eyes.

"I missed Carla's prom," he repeated. "I never got a chance to dance with her. I want you to dance with me, Kimberly. Just for today, I want you to be my surrogate daughter and allow a father to dance with his 'daughter' on her prom. Will you do that for me?"

Kimberly nodded, more out of fear than in agreement.

"Why don't you put that on," the large black man then said. "I think it should fit you."

The young woman stood and waited for him to give her some privacy, but he just sat there in the chair and waited.

"Aren't you going to leave?" She asked.

"Uh-uh," he shook his head negatively.

That's when she realized that he wanted to watch her as she changed into the prom dress he had brought down. Fearing what he might do if she refused she began taking her clothes off in front of the leering, older man. She pulled her sweater off over her head, exposing her budding tits to him.

Kimberly tried her best to cover her exposed breast as she continued stripping before the older man. She saw his eyes staring at her ass and knew immediately that he wanted her to remove her skirt as well before slipping on the dress. Reluctantly, she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down, exposing her panties to the man.

Jennings was a bit shocked at seeing the tong panties the young girl was wearing. When he was sent to prison, only prostitutes would dare wearing something so skimpy, even as underwear. So it was difficult for him to comprehend how his straight-laced ex-partner would allow his teenaged daughter wear such frilly underwear.

Rick Jennings stared on intently as she peeled off her sweater, her perky teenaged tits pointing at his face. After fifteen long years in jail, seeing that was more than he could take. He could feel his cock stiffening in the tight confines of his pants as his eyes followed the smooth curves of the teenaged daughter of his one time partner.

Rick's eyes bulged wide as he saw a woman's crotch for the first time in years, even if it was a teenager's. He had been so engrossed in his plans for revenge that he had never even approached a woman for sex since he came out. Kimberly was the first one and he was thoroughly enjoying the show she was giving him.

"The panties too, Kimberly," he told her. "Only a slut would wear something like that, and I know that you're not a whore."

Kimberly couldn't understand the man's logic in this. If he didn't think of her as a whore, then why was he insisting that she strip herself naked before him.

"Mr. Jennings," she pleaded. "Please don't do this to me. You wouldn't be asking Carla to get naked in front of you. If you want me to dance as your surrogate daughter, then you shouldn't be asking this of me."

"Don't you dare speak my daughter's name," he said angrily. "Your family lost all rights to her when you sent me to jail."

His outburst frightened Kimberly just then. The man was obviously deranged. He was now passing the blame for his imprisonment, not only to her father, but to her now. Not wishing to enrage him further, she reluctantly tugged at the waistband of her slim panties and pulled them down to the floor to join her skirt.

The teenaged girl now stood naked before her black captor, her hands feebly trying to cover her genitals.

"You grew up nice, Kimberly," Rick said with a smile. "Why don't you show old uncle Rick what you got."

Her arms shacking, Kimberly dropped them to her side, giving the older man a clear view of her tits, their nipples stiffening in the cool air.

"My, my, my," he grinned as his callused hand reached up to her chest to flick at the hardening nubs. "You seem to be enjoying this. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you are a whore. Does your dad know that you're a whore, Kimberly?"

"I... I'm not! Don't call me that," she said defiantly, as she backed away from his reaching hand.

"Don't sass me girl," he glared at her. "I know an excited woman when I see one. Just look at your titties, girl. You're getting all turned on by this."

Not wanting to believe what he was saying, Kimberly glanced down at her own chest and her eyes opened wide at the sight of her nipples getting hard without her consent.

"And I bet your pussy is getting all wet too," he said as his hand dropped to her crotch and pushed its way past her clenched thighs.

"Stop that!" She objected.

But he shoved forward harder, burying his middle finger past her pussylips into her still virgin gash. Kimberly tried squirming away but he was too fast and too strong. Before she knew what was happening, he jumped off the chair and was on top of her, kissing her deeply.

"Mmmmh! Nnoo-mmmm!" She tried to cry out.

But Rick paid no mind to her struggling. His hands reached down and began mashing her tits, feeling the exhilaration of the soft mounds for the fist time in years. He could feel his aching balls seeking release from their confinement, but he couldn't bring himself to that level of depravity. He couldn't cross that line of raping the girl.