Kept – BDSM Erotica

By: Jamie Fuchs

Part 1 of Kept, Taken, Controlled, and Released.


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I lay on the bed as he shut the door behind him, his cum dripping out of my pussy, discarded; used. Staring up at the ceiling, my heart was still racing from what had just happened. I had come a long way from the innocent girl my parents had raised.

I waited a few minutes before standing up and getting into the shower, one of the few pleasantries in the room. He’d given no indication of when he would return; he kept all the control for himself.

Like the steam that was filling the shower, memories of the weeks leading up to this point filled my mind, and I allowed myself to indulge in them…



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“Hey, Casey,” Mr. Davis called out the window of his car as he always did. I waved to him as he pulled into his driveway before coming over to have a quick chat while I was setting up a bird bath in front of my house.

“How’s school going?” he asked. “I hear you’re trying to get into med school. That’s got to be tough.”

“Eh, it’s okay, I guess,” I replied.

“Keep at it. Nobody likes quitters. If you want something in this life, you have to take it.”

“I know,” I said, smiling shyly at him. “I’ll try my best.”

I don’t think he knew what I would be up to later tonight, and I couldn’t wait until later. Because of him, Fridays were my favorite day of the week.

“Good,” he said before returning to his own house, leaving me to my task.

He would go back inside, change out of his boring business casual clothes and into his good stuff, before heading out on the prowl.

I perched myself on the couch near the picture window looking over the street, waiting eagerly for him to return. I enjoyed watching to see what kind of woman he would bring home. It helped me form a better mental picture for when I needed it.

Just like clockwork, there he was again, dragging another beautiful woman into his house. It never seemed to take him long to find something he desired. It was the same thing every weekend: he and some beautiful woman would step out of his BMW and head straight for his house. This time she was a businesswoman – high heels, hair up, and in her early thirties.

He’d been doing this for as long as I could remember. I started to get curious around the age of fourteen. I’d sit outside his window and listen to what he was doing with those women. I didn’t fully understand what was happening, but it provoked weird feelings inside of me, and I liked it.

But as a fully-grown nineteen-year-old woman, I knew exactly what was going on. I would still occasionally sit outside his window and listen, picturing what he did to them as my hand would reach below my skirt.

They shut the door behind them and I snuck around the back, quietly making my way over to the window he always seemed to leave open. I could sit there beneath it without being detected, but I had to be careful not to rustle the gravel below too much.

“Sit,” I heard him say. “Eyes closed.”

I’d never seen the inside of his house, but I always imagined that there was a simple chair in the middle of the room on the other side of the window.

“I told you to close your eyes,” he spoke again.

“What are you going to do to me?” the woman asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Close them,” he repeated. “Hands behind the chair.”

I could hear his shoes clomping against the wooden floor. Picturing him walking over to her and tying her up always got my juices flowing.

“So, why are you here?” he asked. His voice was deep, like that of thunder rolling in the distance.

“Your reputation,” she replied.

“Good, so you know how this works, then.”

“I think so.”

“Wait here.”

Hrmmmf.” She made a surprised grunt through the gag on her face, just like all the rest of them did.

The sound of his footsteps dissipated into the next room. He didn’t come back for a good ten minutes. I always hated when he did this. I just wanted to get off and get on with my night.

“Spread ‘em,” he barked. The sound of a vibrator starting up in his hand sent shivers down my spine. It got louder as his footfalls came closer. I heard her moans intensify, my fingers keeping pace with the woman, rubbing anxiously against my clit. Their uncontrolled orgasms always got me off.

“If you cum, I’ll make you regret it,” I heard him whisper, but only barely. I could hear that she was getting too close; she wouldn’t be able hold it back much longer. She tried to speak.

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” he replied. She tried again with no success just before. The unmistakable sounds of the chair legs shaking against the floor started, heralding her orgasm.

Her screams of pleasure were intense. My fingers flicked over my clit furiously, almost pushing myself over the edge. I had to hold back. I didn’t want him to hear me.

“You’re going to regret that,” he snarled. “This way.”

My imagination took over as I pictured him leading her to the next room, where she would submit herself to him. I finished letting out my final moans as quietly as I could, afraid someone might hear me and know what I was doing.

I got up and snuck back to my house to shower and put on my makeup before my best friend, Sarah, showed up.


“How about this one?” I held a black dress up in front of my fit body.

“Hmm, nah. Where’s that little red one?” Sarah questioned.

“This one?” I held up a very seductive red dress with a low cut top and a slit up the side that would show a lot of leg.

“Yeah, that one!” she said. “Just put your hair down and we’ll look hot together!”

I slid the tight dress up over my body and let my long blond hair down. Looking in the mirror, I loved how the dress accented my natural curves.

“I love it!” she said.

“Good, let’s go grab another drink,” I said, leading us out of my bedroom.

“Think Daniels will be there tonight?” Sarah asked hopefully.

“I dunno,” I admitted. “I hope he is so you don’t keep buggin’ me about him!” I smiled at her over my shoulder.


“To The Lounge, cab man!” Sarah exclaimed, pointing toward the windshield.

I grabbed hold of her seat from behind and pulled myself forward. “So, what are you going to do if he’s there?”

“I’m gonna steal him before some other bitch does, but I’ll have to be quick.”

“Yeah, but how?” I replied. “He always has a girl on his arm.”

“We’re gonna have to get rid of her somehow. I might need you for that, though,” Sarah said with a wink.

When we got to the club, there was a long line as usual, but we knew the bouncers and they loved us, so we snuck around through the quiet back alley and met two beefy men at the back door. When they opened the door for us, music flooded out into the alley along with the rolling fog they used inside. The lights shone around us as we walked through the tables filled with people.

We both leaned up against the bar beside a well-dressed man. He turned his head and noticed us before returning his attention to his whiskey. He looked back over a couple of times before finally asking: “Can I grab you two a drink?”

“Of course!” Sarah said with a smile.

He waved the bartender over. “Two for the young ladies please.” He threw a twenty down on the table and signaled for the bartender to keep the change.

“Thanks!” We smiled at the man before continuing around the bar.

“I don’t see him anywhere,” I said, turning to Sarah. “Looks like you’re out of luck tonight.”

“Let’s grab a seat over there.” She pointed to a small, round table with high, classy chairs. We watched the lights flash over the people on the dance floor.

“There!” Sarah pointed behind me.

“What?” I asked as I turned my head. There he was, entering the club. “Aw, too bad. He’s got a girl with him already.”

“That’s okay, she’s not going to be the one leaving with him.” Sarah was determined tonight.

We watched as he walked over to the bar and got a drink. He cracked a joke before bringing her in close for a kiss.

“What if it’s his girlfriend?” I asked.


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“Ha, you know how he is just as well as I do.” Sarah’s eyes focused on him, waiting for an opportunity. “Let’s get closer.” She got up and led me to the bar next to them.

I saw the man who bought the drink for us get up and start toward us. He smiled as he got close.

“So, are you two together?”

Sarah didn’t even acknowledge him. She was staring intently at Daniels.

“Well, yes and no,” I replied.

“Oh? What does that—”

Sarah grabbed me and turned me around. She had no interest in that man at all.

“Now!” she whispered in my ear. Daniels was now alone, facing the bar. Sarah let go of me and walked around to his other side, leaning against the metal railing to intentionally expose her cleavage.

“How would you like to upgrade your lover for tonight, hun?”

“An upgrade? Ha, you can’t upgrade from a sure thing, hun,” he replied.

“I’m a sure thing, and I’ll be much more fun than her,” Sarah responded.

“Nah, not worth it.”

“How about the two of us, then?” Sarah asked, motioning to me. He turned to me with intrigue in his eyes before turning back to Sarah.

“Both of you? Tonight?” he asked. Sarah grinned and nodded.

“Fine. Let’s go.” He put his drink down on the bar and walked to the exit. Sarah grabbed my arm and followed.

“What are you doing?!” I asked her.

“Come on, trust me.”

“What?! You just offered me to that guy without even asking!” I stopped her.

“Yeah, but he’s so hot, and you know his reputation. Come on!” She pulled me along again, out the door. We lost him in the crowd, so we waited in the archway out of the rain.

“We’ve never even been in a threesome before, Sarah,” I said.

“It’s fine, just go with it. Trust me.”

His black limo glistened in the rain as he rolled down the tinted back window and waved for us to join him. We walked over and got in before the car drove off through the dark, wet streets.

“Would you girls like a drink?” he asked as he started pouring the first glass of champagne.

Sarah responded with an excited smile. “Sure!”

“Do you girls do this often?” he asked, handing us each a glass.

“Yes,” Sarah said, looking across him to me.

“Good, this should be interesting, then.” He took a sip from his glass before turning to me. “Kiss her.” He nodded toward Sarah.

I looked nervously at her, not sure what to do. She nodded expectantly, setting her drink down. I followed her lead and leaned over to her with our lips meeting in front of him. Hers were so soft, like nothing I’d ever kissed before.

“Good,” he said. “I thought you two might have been lying.” His hand met my thigh and I could feel my chest clench with surprise. He took my lips into his, the stubble on his face rough against my skin as he pulled me in. He did the same to Sarah. I didn’t know whether to just sit there or feel him up from behind as they kissed.

I decided to just go with it. I moved closer and untucked the side of his shirt, sliding my hand underneath it to caress his abs as I moved in closer.

He leaned back into his seat. “Kiss again, but this time like you mean it.”

Sarah wiped her lips off and leaned over to me without hesitation, our lips meeting in front of him once again. She pulled my head in and started exploring my mouth with her tongue as I could feel his hand exploring down my side. He slowly slid his hand in the slit down the side of my dress, giving him access to everything underneath. His hands were clearly searching Sarah’s nether regions at the same time, and I could feel her kisses grow more passionate as his hands moved closer to my warmth, sliding slowly under my panties toward my clit.

The amount of moisture between my legs surprised me as he spread my folds and rubbed my pleasure point. Sarah started moaning in my mouth as his fingers rubbed us.

He removed his hand and traced my body with his fingers, moving up to the zipper on my back, slowly undoing it.

“You girls are probably uncomfortable in these tight dresses.” He pulled on them to signal their removal. I took my clothes off with little hesitation, my nervousness almost completely gone now and what little reservations I had left were attributed to nothing but inexperience.

Once we’d been reduced to only our underwear, Sarah leaned over and pressed her lips against mine again. Daniels’ hand drifted over my back and unclasped my bra, releasing my breasts. I moved my hand to his crotch, feeling the hardness beneath his pants.

“Not yet, I’m not done watching you two,” he said as he pushed my hand away and continued watching us make out in front of him.

Sarah took this as a cue and climbed over him, sitting on top of me. Her warm legs brushed against my side and her soft nipples gently rubbed against my breasts. I could hear him pulling down his zipper over the sound of the traffic rushing by as Sarah got more and more involved in me. He grabbed my hand from her back and placed it on his thigh, slowly moving it up his leg to his exposed cock. I grabbed it and he guided my hand up and down his shaft as he watched us making out beside him.

The car came to a stop. “We’re here,” he said as he pressed a button overhead. “James, would you be a gentleman and allow one of these ladies to use your jacket for a moment?”

“Of course, Mister Daniels,” James replied.

Sarah and I both covered up as the window separating us from him went down and a long jacket came through. Daniels handed it to Sarah and gave me his. We put the coats on and hid our clothes underneath as he zipped up his pants and opened the door.

We got out of the car, and to our surprise, we stood before one of the most luxurious apartment buildings in the city. James was standing by the large glass doors waiting for us. Sarah nudged me with excitement as we followed Daniels to the doors. When we got there, James opened them for us and then led us to the elevator.

“You girls ever been in a million dollar penthouse?” Daniels asked with a grin as the elevator door shut behind us.

When we stepped out into his place, the view was breathtaking. There were windows all around us, giving a perfect view of the city lights. He led us over to a large sofa bed as James turned the dial to turn on the fireplace.

“How about you girls make yourselves at home and we will start up again where we left off?” he asked as he lay down on the sofa.

Sarah dropped the jacket she was wearing to the floor, her almost bare ass swaying as she walked over to him. She took a quick look back at me as she walked and I dropped my jacket, too. She grabbed my hand as I approached the sofa bed and laid me down after we kicked off our heels and removed our panties.

I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy as she got on top of me and threw her hair to one side, leaning down to resume kissing me. I heard the same sound of Daniels’ zipper once again as well as the sound of a plastic wrapper as Sarah’s breasts pressed against mine.

Sarah let out a deep moan of pleasure as her weight was forced forward, her breasts under my chin now as Daniels stuck his cock deep inside her. I began kissing her neck and holding her steady for him, her moans loud in my ear.

I felt his legs squeeze between ours, then the tip of his cock sliding down my clit to my hole. My cunt was as wet as the streets outside, allowing him to slide in easily. I grabbed onto Sarah as he penetrated deep inside me. I could feel his balls hit me with each powerful thrust before he stopped.

“James,” he called out.

Sarah and I looked over to see James walking toward us, tossing his bowtie on the ground and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an incredibly sexy body. I lay there in awe as he pulled his massive erection from his pants and climbed onto the sofa bed. His body was dimly lit in the glow of the city lights as he grabbed Sarah by the waist and threw her on the bed beside me, completely helpless.

He shoved his massive cock deep inside of her as she strained, her legs wrapping around his back pulling him in deeper. Daniels did the same as he climbed back on top of me. I was glad. I didn’t know if I could handle James’ massive cock. I was sure it would stretch me to my limits.

Daniels laid down beside me and pulled me on top of him, inserting himself back inside of me from below. The sound of James’ hips slapping into Sarah’s ass turned me on, and I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit as Daniels pounded me from below.

Daniels pulled out once again and started rubbing the tip of his cock against my asshole. I could feel a surge of nervousness through my body as my ass tightened.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear as he fondled my breasts. I let out a deep breath and could feel my muscles relaxing as he pressed his soaking wet dick against my tight opening. I relaxed further and the tip of him entered me. He pushed it in as deep as it would go before I heard the slapping beside us come to a halt.

I looked over to see James’ massive cock swaying from side to side as he made his way to me on his knees. As he got into position, I feared that I may not be able to handle the massiveness he possessed.

His cock stretched my already used pussy to its limits as he entered me. Never before had a cock penetrated me so deeply. Daniels and James started fucking me in tandem, their cocks meeting through my walls on the inside. Daniels gripped me hard so I didn’t move as they ramped up the rhythm, and I could feel the ecstasy building up inside me. I was getting close to cumming.

I could hear Sarah moaning beside me. She was rubbing herself as she watched the two muscled hunks have their way with me. She reached her free hand over and started rubbing my clit. The pleasure almost too much to bear – I couldn’t hold in my gasps for air any longer.

I dug my fingers into Daniels below me as my body shook violently. My vision became blurry and stars appeared in my eyes as an orgasm tore through my entire body.

They didn’t stop. My pussy was much more sensitive after climaxing, and I could already feel the second orgasm building. Sarah got up and sat on my face, her pussy grinding over my mouth as her juices gushed all over me. I tongued her clit and I could tell an orgasm was building inside of her, too.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned as she placed her palms on my forehead and rode me harder. “Ohhh, I’m going to cum!”

I could feel her body surge with pleasure on top of me, almost sending me over the edge again with her. I reached for my clit and rubbed it furiously, craving another orgasm.

Jamie and Daniels were now thrusting with long, single, uncontrolled thrusts, both of them ejecting all of their cum inside of me. My second orgasm came crashing through my body, far more powerful than the first.

We all laid there for a few seconds to allow our sweaty bodies to recover before James slowly slid his monster cock out of my pussy and I got up to put on my clothes.

“No need to put those back on. You two can have the guest suite,” Daniels informed us. He got up and turned the hallway light on, leading us to the room at the end.


We woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon filling the air.


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“What the hell happened last night?” I asked Sarah.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” she replied.

“Well, yeah, I guess. But still, what the hell?”

“Don’t worry about it!” She smiled as she climbed on top of me once again and leaned in to give me a kiss. I could feel myself getting turned on again as her nipples brushed against mine. She began moving her lips down my cheeks to my chest, kissing me all the way.

“I never got a chance to repay you for last night.” She looked up seductively from just below my breasts. I grabbed her hair as she made her way lower until her breath was on my clit. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and took a big lick all the way over the length of my folds.

I was surprised to find myself slightly excited. I had never been eaten out by a girl before. Her tongue and lips felt like magic on my cunt. Sarah knew exactly how to pleasure me. Her long strokes up my pussy were replaced by quick flicks of her tongue against my clit.

I looked down at her and saw that she was completely lost in a frenzy of lovemaking to my pussy. I could feel myself nearing yet another orgasm as she sucked my clit into her mouth and spanked it with her tongue. My whimpers amplified and my hips started rocking against her face as my muscles contracted, an orgasm surging through my pussy.

She kissed my pussy one last time before looking back up at me. “My, my, that was quick.” She smiled and we shared a quick laugh.

James drove us back to my place after breakfast. Daniels had already gone to work. We waved goodbye as we walked up to my house, praying that my parents weren’t home. I knew my dad would not approve of me staying out all night. I opened the door to the garage and stepped in.

“Shit.” My dad’s car was there. He hadn’t left yet.

We tried sneaking into the house without being heard, but our efforts proved futile; he saw us.

“Where were you two last night?” he asked.

“Uh, we crashed at a friend’s house,” I quickly replied.

“Oh, really? Which one of your friends drives a Lexus?”

“That’s her dad’s,” Sarah chimed in.

“Oh. Okay then.” He looked at us, eyes narrowed in disbelief, but I was just glad that he didn’t press any further. Sarah grabbed her things from my room and left.


I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in the penthouse the entire following week. I wanted more, but Sarah was out of town for the weekend and I didn’t have the guts to approach Daniels by myself. Friday night had approached quickly and I had no plans yet – until I saw my neighbour pull up in his car again after work.

“Hey, Casey,” he called out as usual.

“Hey, Mr. Davis.” I waved to him. I looked at him a bit longer than usual, my curiosity at an all-time high. I waited for him to close his door behind him before going inside my own house.

I looked through my closet and tried to pick out a dress that I thought could be worn by one of the girls that he brought home. I put it on, got ready, and went to my usual lookout spot waiting for him to get into his car. I was ready.

About ten minutes later, I saw him leave his house and open his car door. I waited for him to drive off before I ran to my car, as quickly as the dress and heels I was wearing would allow me.

I followed him down the streets at a safe distance so he wouldn’t be suspicious or see that it was me in his mirrors. He didn’t drive very far, but I was surprised to see where he parked. I stopped my car and watched him walk down the sidewalk into an old run-down building. I didn’t understand why he was here, so I waited in my car, expecting him to come back out.

I waited for twenty minutes before my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my car door and walked down the sidewalk to the building he’d gone into. I read the name of the store:Ed’s VCR Repair Shop. The windows had a bit of dust built up on them and there was a sign hanging on the door stating that it was closed. I was sure this was where he went, though, so I pushed on the door and found that it was unlocked. I walked in slowly and headed to the back where I heard the muffled sound of music.

The music was coming from behind two large, black, metal doors. I swallowed my nervousness and pushed open the right door allowing the soft sound of music to clearly fill my ears.

The place was relatively small, but incredibly elegant. I felt so out of place there. I approached the bar to the left and leaned against the railing.

“Oh, looky looky, what have we got here?” I looked over to the bartender making her way to me. “Are you lost, sweetheart?”

“No.” I looked at her, slightly confused.

“Can I get you something to drink, then?”

“Sure, I’ll have a Long Island iced tea.”

“Do you know what this place is, darling?” She asked as she poured my drink.

“Not really.”

“Be careful, then. The men in here are like vultures, and they love fresh meat.” She slid the drink over to me. “This one’s on the house. Good luck.”

Before I could even bring the straw up to my lips, a man leaned up against the bar beside me. I looked over. It was Mr. Davis.

“What are you doing here?” he said, concern in his voice.

“Uhhhh…” I stammered.

“You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong in a place like this.” He grabbed my arm. “I’m taking you home right now.” He dragged me out to his car, my drink still in hand.

“What were you thinking following me there?” he asked as we entered his car.

“I dunno, I was bored and curious,” I replied. “What was that place?”

“Never mind that place. I’m just glad I found you first.” His gentle gaze lasted slightly longer than it should have, causing my pussy to grow warmer.

He didn’t speak the entire way back to his place. When we pulled up to his house, he didn’t get out of the car. He just looked over at me, obviously conflicted.

“I’ve heard you,” he said.

“What?” I replied.

“I’ve heard you outside my window. I can hear the rocks under your feet when you’re there.”

I could feel my chest tighten and my pussy getting wetter. I was so certain that I had been silent.

“Your little moans as you touch yourself listening to me…” He trailed off. His eyes were burning with desire. “I was wondering how long it would take you to come get the real thing.”

He opened his door and got out, walking to his house. I sat there for a few seconds, filled with both need and confusion before I threw open the car door and followed him up the well-lit stone pathway.

“I’m sure you know how this goes by now.” He shut the door behind us, his eyes never leaving me. I found myself frozen in place, unsure of what was about to happen. I didn’t want to make the first move.

“Well?” He looked at me expectantly, motioning to a doorway with nothing but a single wooden chair behind it. I knew what was going to happen in that room and I could feel my sexual excitement building as each step took me closer and closer to the chair. I took a seat, closed my eyes and put my arms behind the chair. I waited for his orders.

“Good, you have been paying attention, then,” he said as his shoes echoed against the wooden floor. He bent down behind me and tied my hands securely to the chair, then my ankles to the legs of it. He leaned in and slowly pressed his cheek against mine, his breath hot on my ear.

“I’ll be right back.” The same frustration built inside of me as he walked away, I absolutely hated waiting for this guy!

Then I heard the sound of the vibrator starting up as he walked closer.

“You’re probably curious to know what I do to bad little girls who let their orgasm out?” He pressed the vibrator hard against my clit.

“Well?” he whispered in my ear. “Are you?”

All I could do was let out a weak moan of pleasure as the vibrator pulsed against me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would have to let my orgasm take over just like the other women that sat here before me.

“Yes,” I said desperately as surges of pleasure started taking over.

“Good.” He pulled the vibrator away before I felt the sweet release. My eyes opened desperately and met his fiery gaze.

“Eyes closed!” He demanded. “You know what happens when you don’t behave.” He shoved the vibrator hard against my clit again and spread my legs as wide as my dress would allow. I felt the same surges pulsing through my clit as the orgasm started to build up again.

“No, you don’t deserve that.” He pulled the vibrator away again.

“Please,” I begged desperately. He didn’t respond and began to untie my legs. He left my hands tied together behind my back and lifted me up, leading me with one hand to the room I’ve always had to imagine.

We went down the stairs and through a hidden door in the back of his basement, behind which nothing was furnished and the walls were bare. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a shower. He sat down on the bed.

“On your knees,” he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. I did as I was told. The power in his voice left me helpless.

When my knees hit the cold concrete, he unbuttoned his pants and grabbed me by the back of my head, forcing me forward onto his beautiful cock. It could barely fit in my mouth as I took it in, eager to please. My lips ran up and down around his shaft. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me. I sucked on everything: his balls; his tip; his shaft…

He stood up and moved behind me, bending me over the bed. He dropped his pants.

“This is what I do to girls that cum without my permission.”

He pushed up my dress and I could feel the tip of his dick exploring the outside of my panties before he pushed them to the side. His slid in with one powerful motion, forcefully filling my soaking pussy. He thrust his hips against me, giving me everything he had. Each push was filled with determination. He held nothing back.

He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me face-down onto the bed. He untied my hands, then tied each one to a bedpost before climbing on top of me and shoving his cock in again, his weight pressing on top of me and his smell filling the air around me.

“I’m going to fill your little pussy,” he grunted as he thrust in and out until I could tell he was losing control. His cum shot into me, filling me even further before he dropped the rest of his weight onto me, breathing heavily into my ear.

I lay on the bed as he shut the door behind him, his cum dripping out of my pussy, discarded; used. Staring up at the ceiling, my heart was still racing from what had just happened. I had come a long way from the innocent girl my parents had raised…