Brady had just turned 18 and his step-father, Victor, had decided it was time for him to "become a man".
Brady was taken to a large mansion and left alone in a bedroom by himself. Victor had refused to answer
any questions about what his "gift" was.
Suddenly, the door opened and a girl walked in wearing a violet satin robe. She froze and began walking
backwards until a male hand shoved her inside the room, before locking the door.
She stood where she was staring at the young boy sitting on the bed. He looked as startled to be here as
she was.
"My name is Brady. What's going on? My step-father brought me here and I just turned eighteen. Who are you?"
"I - I- " she stuttered.
She thought of the evil man who had kidnapped her from her high school after track practice a few days ago.
He had threatened to beat her if she didn't succeed with her first "assignment". That man scared her and she
had no doubt he meant what he said.
She let her robe slip from her shoulders to reveal herself clad in only a violet lace bra, matching underwear and
garters. She tried to swing her hips seductively as she made her way towards Brady.
He seemed shocked when she promptly sat herself down on his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers shook
and he grasped them in his hand.
"Why? You don't have to -"
She shook her head in disagreement while trying to hold back her tears. He gently caressed her face and looked into her
eyes.
"What's wrong? Please tell me...what is this place?"
She replied with a kiss, gentle at first and then more urgent. He slowly began kissing her back as she rocked against him.
She removed her bra next before taking his shirt off of him. She paused to study his body, he was probably a football player,
she thought.
Before long they were both naked, rolling in the sheets together. It was both scary and exciting at the same time. He was so
tender with her, she almost wanted to tell him everything; almost. She was too afraid her kidnapper would find out to say
anything.
Brady was becoming more and more aroused, but he could tell that the girl was young and as inexperienced as he was. He figured
he was probably her first "customer". He wanted to get her out of this place and could have killed his step-father for leaving
him here.
"Do you want to stop?" Brady asked, looking into her wide blue eyes.
She shook her head and stared back at him.
"What's your name? Tell me or I won't go any further. I'll just leave and -"
"No! Please don't!" she replied, clutching at him desperately.
"Alright."
"I'm Chloe." she whispered.
Brady gently stroked her skin.
"Hi, Chloe. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Are you scared of me?"
"No, not you. Him - "
He took this "him" to mean her pimp or whatever the hell they called scum like that.
"We don't have to do this."
"Yes, we do. Please Brady. He's - he's listening by the door."
And so Brady and Chloe both lost their virginity together. Afterwards, Chloe got up to leave, but Brady pulled on her arm.
"Sleep with me?" he asked softly.
She nodded and back into bed with him, allowing him to put his arm around her small waist. Chloe closed her eyes and breathed him
in, wishing she could just leave this place with him tomorrow and never come back.
Brady waited until Chloe had fallen asleep before getting up to get dressed. He grabbed her bra and panties. He dressed her quickly
and put his shirt on her before picking her up. The window to the room was open and luckily they were on the first floor. He sprinted
away from the mansion with Chloe slung over his left shoulder, feeling thankful that he was a football quaterback.
He managed to sneak into his house and his bedroom without Chloe waking up or anyone finding him here. He tucked Chloe into his bed
before getting in next to her and falling asleep.
Brady was taken to a large mansion and left alone in a bedroom by himself. Victor had refused to answer
any questions about what his "gift" was.
Suddenly, the door opened and a girl walked in wearing a violet satin robe. She froze and began walking
backwards until a male hand shoved her inside the room, before locking the door.
She stood where she was staring at the young boy sitting on the bed. He looked as startled to be here as
she was.
"My name is Brady. What's going on? My step-father brought me here and I just turned eighteen. Who are you?"
"I - I- " she stuttered.
She thought of the evil man who had kidnapped her from her high school after track practice a few days ago.
He had threatened to beat her if she didn't succeed with her first "assignment". That man scared her and she
had no doubt he meant what he said.
She let her robe slip from her shoulders to reveal herself clad in only a violet lace bra, matching underwear and
garters. She tried to swing her hips seductively as she made her way towards Brady.
He seemed shocked when she promptly sat herself down on his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers shook
and he grasped them in his hand.
"Why? You don't have to -"
She shook her head in disagreement while trying to hold back her tears. He gently caressed her face and looked into her
eyes.
"What's wrong? Please tell me...what is this place?"
She replied with a kiss, gentle at first and then more urgent. He slowly began kissing her back as she rocked against him.
She removed her bra next before taking his shirt off of him. She paused to study his body, he was probably a football player,
she thought.
Before long they were both naked, rolling in the sheets together. It was both scary and exciting at the same time. He was so
tender with her, she almost wanted to tell him everything; almost. She was too afraid her kidnapper would find out to say
anything.
Brady was becoming more and more aroused, but he could tell that the girl was young and as inexperienced as he was. He figured
he was probably her first "customer". He wanted to get her out of this place and could have killed his step-father for leaving
him here.
"Do you want to stop?" Brady asked, looking into her wide blue eyes.
She shook her head and stared back at him.
"What's your name? Tell me or I won't go any further. I'll just leave and -"
"No! Please don't!" she replied, clutching at him desperately.
"Alright."
"I'm Chloe." she whispered.
Brady gently stroked her skin.
"Hi, Chloe. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Are you scared of me?"
"No, not you. Him - "
He took this "him" to mean her pimp or whatever the hell they called scum like that.
"We don't have to do this."
"Yes, we do. Please Brady. He's - he's listening by the door."
And so Brady and Chloe both lost their virginity together. Afterwards, Chloe got up to leave, but Brady pulled on her arm.
"Sleep with me?" he asked softly.
She nodded and back into bed with him, allowing him to put his arm around her small waist. Chloe closed her eyes and breathed him
in, wishing she could just leave this place with him tomorrow and never come back.
Brady waited until Chloe had fallen asleep before getting up to get dressed. He grabbed her bra and panties. He dressed her quickly
and put his shirt on her before picking her up. The window to the room was open and luckily they were on the first floor. He sprinted
away from the mansion with Chloe slung over his left shoulder, feeling thankful that he was a football quaterback.
He managed to sneak into his house and his bedroom without Chloe waking up or anyone finding him here. He tucked Chloe into his bed
before getting in next to her and falling asleep.