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It wasn’t like she’d even wanted something like this. Her parents had had a farm. Their parents had had a farm. As far back as her family went, everyone had had a farm so it was only logical that for a young Czech girl like Monika Novacek, she would have thought she’d marry some strapping young man and that they, too, would have a farm.
But sometimes, life doesn’t work out the way you think it should.
His name was Milos. He and Monika had met in school. It wasn’t like they’d fallen in love or anything like that, but when their friends got together, invariably, Monika would find her way to Milos or Milos would find his way to her. In time, people started to think of them as being together.
They graduated from high school. Milos worked on his parent’s farm and Monika worked on her parent’s farm. Every Friday night, the two of them would meet and the two of them would go into town. Usually, it was a movie. Sometimes, it was something else. On the weekends, they’d usually get together for something else. It was a good life, Monika told herself and it would only get better when she and Milos were married.
One night, Monika and Milos were in town. They’d gone to a movie. As best she could recall, it was an American film. It had subtitles but that was about all that Monika remembered about the film. After all, she and Milos had been busy with other things while the show was going on.
The movie was over and Milos and Monica were leaving the theater. At twenty years old, Monika was a quite striking young woman. Her long blond hair flowed down past her shoulders and her body was well developed but it was her face that always garnered the most attention. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and her mouth seemed to always be laughing and more than once, a person had come up to Monika and told her that she could make a career as a model and every time, Monika’s answer had been the same. She’d laugh and she’d say that she was a farm girl and a farm girl was all she’d ever be.
But that evening, things were about to change.
Marco Sestak’s father was the mayor of their little town and as such, that gave Marco standing in the community. He and his hangers on would go around the town and they’d look for “something” to do. That night, Marco and his friends weren’t looking for something. That night, they were looking for someone.
“Hey, Milos,” said Marco when they left the theater. “You ever going to marry that girl?”
“That is none of your business?” Milos replied.
“Yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because it just isn’t.”
“What if I make it my business?”
“What are you talking about, Marco.”
“I’m talking about your girlfriend. What if you let me and my friends have our way with her.”
“You better watch yourself, Marco.”
“Or what? You think you’re going to teach us a lesson. Do you?”
Monika could see where this was going. Already, she could feel her boyfriend tensing up. “Come on, Milos. Let’s go.”
“Yeah,” Marco said as he imitated Monika’s voice, “let’s go.”
Milos shook his arm free from Monika’s grasp. “You better take that back.”
“Or what? There’s four of us and only one of you. You think you’re going to fight us?”
“I think you need to apologize.”
“I think you need to learn who’s boss.”
“You are not my boss,” Milos said.
“Come on, Milos,” Monika said. “Let’s go.”
“You heard her,” Marco said. “Be a little girl and follow your woman home.”
Monika knew right then and there that Milos wasn’t going to back down. She heard her boyfriend growl and then out of the blue, he lashed out, shoving one of the boys out of the way before turning to launch an attack on one of the other boys.
A quick shot to the jaw dropped the second boy to the ground.
Which left only Marcos and one of his friends to face off against Milos. Maybe if they’d realized the danger they were in, maybe they cold have avoided it but as far as they were concerned, it was still two against one. The odds were still in their favor. There was no way they could lose.
Milos launched himself at Marcos and the two of them tumbled to the ground. The other boy pulled Milos off of Marcos and held him while Marcos got back on his feet. His lip was already bleeding from the brief altercation.
Marcos rubbed the back of his hand against his lips. “Hold him for me,” the boy said.
That was all it took. Milos broke free and suddenly, he was sending the one boy flying before he turned to take on Marcos and suddenly, it was just him against Marcos.
Marcos literally walked into the first punch and then the second one caught him completely off guard and by the time that the third one landed, Marcos didn’t have a chance.
The boy crumpled to the ground. By that time, the altercation had drawn the attention of the townspeople and people came runnig. As luck would have it, Dr. Benes was one of the first to arrive and he knelt besides Marco who still as yet had not moved. He was businesslike as he went about his job and then he looked up. “This boy is dead,” the man said.
His words sent a jolt through the crowd and then one of the townsfolk pulled Monika to one side. “Run,” the man said.
“What?”
“Run.”
“But why?”
“Why? Because the boy’s father is not a forgiving man. Because the boy’s father holds the town’s police in his hand. Because if you don’t run, you are doomed.”
“But Milos—”
“Milos is already doomed. Everyone knows he hit Marcos. He cannot hide, but you can so I’m telling you. Run!”
Monika looked at the crowd. She looked at the boy in the street. She looked at the doctor still kneeling over him and she looked at Milos. Somehow, it was the look at Milos that told her everything. He knew, and when she saw that, she took a step backwards. The crowd seemed to part as others moved forwards to see what there was to see and before she knew it, she was out of the crowd and she was on the run.
She didn’t run far. As far as the family farm was as far as the young Czech girl got but before she could make it all the way home, she heard the sirens. She dove off of the road just moments before the police cars passed her.
She kept on going, more cautiously though and in time, she was outside her parents home. There were the same cars that passed her just minutes before, some of them still with their lights flashing. What was she going to do?
Whatever she was going to do, she was going to need help. She pulled out her cell phone, but who should she call?
She thought about calling her parents, but with the number of cars there, would they be able to answer and even if they were able, could she really be sure that they were the only ones on the line? She could wait, of course. She could wait until the police had left but was that any really help. What if they left someone behind.
She could call her best friend but sometimes Jana could be so flighty. As much as she would have loved to talk to her friend, she’d probably do something that would give her away.
Who then?
She finally settled on Nicola. She wasn’t as close to her as she was to Jana, but Nicola had a good head on her shoulders. She could help her.
The phone rang once.
The phone rang a second time.
But before it could ring a third time, someone picked up. “Hello?”
“Oh thank God. Nicola, it’s me. Monika.”
Her friend’s voice dropped really low. “Monika,” she hissed. “There are people here looking for you.”
“People?”
“Policemen,” the girl hissed. “They said you killed somebody.”
“It wasn’t me. It was Milos.”
“Milos? Why would Milos kill somebody?”
“He didn’t mean to but they got in a fight.”
“Who got in a fight?”
“It was Milos and Marco. Marco Sestak. They got in a fight.”
“Milos killed Marco Sestak?”
“It was an accident.”
“It doesn’t matter if it was an accident. Do you know what Marco’s dad is going to do if he catches Milos?”
“I think they’ve already got him,” Monika said and then she realized she wasn’t sure if that was true or not because she’d left before anyone had been taken into custody.
“I think so, too,” Nicola said. “The police, they’ve already been here. They were looking for you. For questioning, they said, but I don’t believe it, but from the sounds of it, it sounded like they already had someone in custody.”
This was going from bad to worse. “I don’t know what to do, Nicola.”
“Someone’s coming. I got to go.”
“I need help, Nicola.”
“I know. I’ll call you back.”
“When?”
“Soon,” and with that, the line went dead.
Monika couldn’t help but look at her phone in frustration. Should she call someone else, she wondered. Should she be on the move. Was there a way police could trace her cell phone activity. She wasn’t sure there was but she wanted to make sure.
She’d have to stay off the roads, she told herself. At this hour, a lone figure walking down a country road would be too easy to spot, but she was a country girl and she knew her way around a farm. It wasn’t hard to start making her way back towards town. She wasn’t even sure where she was going. She just knew she had to be on the move.
It wasn’t even a half hour before Nicola called her back but for Monika, it had felt like an eternity. “Where were you?” Monika demanded.
“Sorry. My dad heard me talking and he came to check on me. That’s why I had to go. I can’t get my parents involved you know.”
“Oh,” a chastised Monika said. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“You want my advice?”
“Yes.”
“Get out of here.”
“But ... but what about Milos?”
“You said he killed Marco?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s nothing you can do for him. You have to save yourself.”
“How?”
“You should go to Prague.”
“Why?”
“It’s a big city. It’s easier to get lost there.”
“But won’t they be looking for me?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But if you stay here, they’ll catch you for sure.”
Monika couldn’t argue with that. If she stayed here, they would catch her for sure. The town was just too small a place to hide.
“Do you know how to get there?”
“Take a bus.”
“They’ll be watching those,” the other girl said. “You need something a little more ... private.”
“Like what?”
“My brother has a friend, Ivan. He goes to Prague a lot. He might be able to help.”
“Would he?”
“He might, but I got to talk to my brother first.”
“How soon before you know?”
“Hold on.” There was a pause and then Nicola’s voice came back quickly. “I gotta go.”
“How long before you know?”
“I don’t know. I’ll call you, okay?”
Before Monika could answer, the line went dead. Damn, the girl thought. She hated doing things like this.
She was cold too. She and Milos had just intended to go to the movies. She hadn’t intended to stay out this late and while she had a jacket on, it was getting cold, and besides, she had nowhere to go.
She wondered just how long Nicola was going to take. She waved her arms, trying to get warm and she wondered if this Ivan guy was going to be able to take her, and what if he wasn’t. What then? She’d have to find a place to stay. She supposed she could always sleep in someone’s barn but what would happen when the morning came. What would happen then?
And besides, it wasn’t like she could just walk around on her own. Most of the people had gone home for the night but there were still a good number of policeman out and about and she surely didn’t want to run into any of those.
But for all her worrying, it wasn’t even fifteen minutes before her phone rang again. “Hello,” she said.
“Good news,” a breathless Nicola said. “I got you a ride.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. My brother spoke with Ivan and Ivan said he could take you. Are you close to town?”
“On the outskirts.”
“Good. Ivan is at a bar right now but he said he could meet you behind the cinema in about a half hour. Can you make it there?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. You meet him there. He’s driving a big truck. He said it’s green and he said you should watch for him. Can you take it from there?”
“I can.”
“Okay, Monika. I wish I could do more for you, but I can’t.”
“You’ve already done so much, Nicola. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Yeah well, you just look out for yourself and you keep out of trouble, okay?”
“Okay. I will.”
“Good luck,” the other girl said and the line went dead.
Thirty minutes later, Monika was waiting behind the cinema when an old truck came lumbering down the alleyway. It might have been green, Monika thought. Then again, it might have been any number of dark colors.
The brakes squealed a bit as the truck came to a stop and then a man was stepping out of the cab. “Are you Monika?” he asked in a tight voice.
“Are you Ivan?”
I am,” the man said. “Get in.”
Monika scampered up to the cab and then she was pulling herself up into the cab. “I really appreciate this,” she said.
“Uh huh,” the man grunted.
Not much of a talker, the girl thought, but then a talker really wasn’t what she needed. She watched as the truck pulled out of the alley and the driver looked both ways and Monika couldn’t help but feel a pang of lonesomeness. She’d grown up here. This was her home and yet now she was leaving and she hadn’t even had a chance to say good-bye to her parents.
The truck’s gears groaned as the man pushed the truck into gear and the truck lurched forward as he released his foot from the clutch.
For someone who drove back and forth between Prague, Monika thought, he wasn’t much of a driver. Perhaps if she’d had that thought just a little earlier, perhaps it might have saved her. Then on the other hand, maybe it wouldn’t.
Someone had reached forward from the back of the truck. An arm had wrapped itself around her upper body even as a hand had clapped itself over her mouth. “It will only be worse for you if you try to struggle.”
That might have been true but that didn’t mean Monika wasn’t going to struggle but whoever it was who had her, he had her good and even with the adrenaline coursing through her bady, she could tell she wasn’t really getting away.
“That’s it,” the voice hissed at her. “Just relax.”
Fine, Monika told herself. She’d relax, or at least that’s what she’d let the man think she was doing.
She never noticed the needle until she felt the prick and by then it was too late. Something was entering her body and as much as she tried to fight it, she could feel herself losing control and not only was she losing control but she was losing consciousness as well.
When Monika finally came to, she found herself shackled to a chair. She was in a house. She could tell that much at least and from the looks of it, it was a rather nice house.
There was a man watching her. “She’s coming around,” the man said to another man. “Go and tell the boss.”
The other man grumbled something but he put down the magazine he’d been reading and he left the room.
“You’re pretty,” the man who’d been watching her said.
Monika was still trying to shake off the effects of the drugs but she couldn’t seem to do it.
Someone was entering the room and then the man settled down in front of the blond girl. “Do you know who I am?” the man asked.
Monika’s eyes tried to focus and then finally, she did, and she nodded.
“Who am I?”
“M-m-marco’s dad.”
The man nodded. “That’s right. Marco’s dad. You were there when my son died, weren’t you?”
Monika nodded.
“What happened?”
“We were coming out of the theater,” the girl said.
“Who’s we?”
“Me and my boyfriend.”
The man nodded. “Go on.”
“Marco was trying to tease Milos and then he started to make fun of me and Milos wasn’t going to have anything to do with that.”
She didn’t notice the man in front of her tense up. “Then what happened?”
Monika wasn’t sure why she was answering but she just was. “They started to fight.”
“What happened to my son?”
“Milos hit him and he went down.”
“That’s it?”
Monika nodded.
“And what was your part in it?”
“Me? I didn’t do anything.”
The man shook his head. “I find that hard to believe. If you didn’t do anything, why did you run?”
“Because I thought I’d get in trouble.”
The man seemed to think that over. “I want you to do something for me,” he said.
“What?”
The man held something up. It was white and it almost looked like an egg except it was obvious that wasn’t what it was. “I want you to look at this.”
The girl looked at the the thing. There was an opening at the end and as she looked at the opening, she saw a blue light inside the egg.
“Just look at this,” the man purred. “Just look at it and let your mind go blank.”
It was clear the girl wasn’t going to look away.
“You don’t want to think, do you? You just want to look.”
She did want to look.
The man wasn’t doing anything or at least Monika didn’t think he was but the truth of the matter was as absorbed as she was in the ... the whatever it was thingy that the man held in his hand, the truth was he might have said something and she just might not have heard him.
The blue light disappeared and with it went Monika’s interest in the thing. She blinked and then she blinked again. She’d been ... what had she been?
She felt ... she felt empty.
It was like she needed someone to fill her up.
“What did you say your name was again?”
Monika turned to look at the man. Did she know him? She wasn’t sure, but wait, he’d ... um ... he’d asked her a question. Oh yeah. Her name. He wanted to know her name.
It was ... um ... it was ... what was it?
“You don’t know your name?”
The girl shook her head. She didn’t know her name. She wondered if that was a bad thing.
The man grinned. He seemed to think that was a good thing so maybe it was a good thing, the girl told herself.
“I noticed your hands are tied,” the man said.
The girl looked down at herself as if she could somehow see her hands behind her back before dumbly looking back up at the man.
“Would you like it if your hands were untied?”
It was as if she were functioning in a fog, Monika thought. The answer should be simple, shouldn’t it, so why was she so slow. “Y-yes,” she said finally.
“Yes,” the man said although he made no move to respond. “You know you’re tied up for your own good. If I let you loose, I’d have to have your assurance that you won’t misbehave. Do I have that assurance?”
It was for her own good, the girl thought. What had she done? Why couldn’t she remember what she’d done? But it didn’t matter did it, she told herself. She was tied up so there must have been a reason. She must have done something to deserve it.
“Do I have that assurance,” the man said. “Do I have your assurance that you won’t misbehave?”
“I’ll try.”
The man shook his head. “I don’t want to hear you say you’ll try. Otherwise, what’s the point in letting you loose. I want you to promise that you’ll be a good, little girl and that you’ll do whatever I want you to do. Otherwise, we’ll just leave you tied up. Do I have that promise?”
She didn’t know what she’d done, the girl told herself, but she also knew she didn’t want to be tied up. “Okay,” she said. “I promise.”
The man nodded at someone standing behind her and suddenly her hands were untied. “There now,” the man told her. “You see the advantages of following the rules.”
She did indeed.
“Now how about we get you out of that jacket. Why don’t you take that off for us.”
The girl looked down at herself and at her jacket. Her hands took off her jacket and then she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Why don’t you hand that to Waltr.”
The girl handed her jacket to the man in question and then once more she returned her attention to the man in front of her.
“You have a nice body,” the man said. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
The girl shrugged. She had the feeling that someone had but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember who or when.
The man reached up and through the girl’s shirt, his hands cupped the girl’s tits at which point the girl slapped them away. The man frowned. “That’s not nice,” he said.
“But—”
“I thought you promised to be good. Did you promise to be good, or were those just empty words?”
“I said I’d be good.”
“Good.” Once more, the man’s hands returned to the girl’s body. Once more, he tried to fondle her tits, and once more, she tried to stop him.
“Maybe we should tie you up again.”
“No. I don’t want that.”
“Then you have to let me do what I want to do.”
The girl nodded. She wasn’t sure why she kept resisting him but she did know she wanted to be good.
“You know, you have great tits,” the man told her. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
The girl wasn’t sure but she shook her head.
“No? Well you do have great tits. How about we show them off because I know I’d like to see them and I’m sure everyone else would like to see them, too.”
Again, the girl fidgeted in her chair. There was something wrong with that.
“You’re not going to give me a hard time again,” the man said.
No, the girl thought. No. She wasn’t going to give him a hard time.
And that was all it took. The man’s hands were lifting her top up around her shoulders and then his hands were back again on her tits. His hands briefly squeezed the cups of her bra. “You don’t really want to wear this,” he said and within moments, the catches on her bra had been undone and his hands were on her bare tits.
“There now,” he said. “That’s better.”
The girl nodded. She wasn’t sure if it was better but if he said it was, she wasn’t going to argue with him.
The man’s hand flicked at her top. “How about we take this the rest of the way off,” the man said. “Then we can show everyone what a slut you really are.”
The girl fidgeted in her chair.
“Something wrong?”
“I’m a good girl. I’m not a slut.”
Sure you are. You’re a good, little girl who’s also a slut. You’re a good, little slut whose also a girl. You’re a good, little slut girl and everyone knows that.”
The girl shook her head. There was something wrong with that but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what it was.
“You’re a good, little slut girl.”
It still sounded wrong to her but the girl chose not to argue it.
“So let’s get that top off of you.”
This time, the blond didn’t argue as the man took her top and her bra the rest of the way off. She was naked now from the waist up.
“You really do have nice tits,” the man said.
The girl didn’t say anything. She just sat there with her tits on display.
“They’re the type of tits that are bound to get a man hard,” the man said. “Would you like to see how hard your tits have made me?”
Again, the girl said nothing.
The man stood and he opened his trousers. He pushed the pants down past his hips and then he pushed his underwear down as well. “Let’s see what a good, little slut you really are. Why don’t you push those tits together for me.”
She still didn’t think she was a good, little slut but that didn’t stop her from doing what she’d been told to do.
The man slid his cock between the girl’s tits and then he slowly started to stroke himself between her tits. “Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s good. Only a good, little slut would let a man she hardly knew fuck her like this. Oh yeah. You must be a good, little slut.”
Maybe that was what she was, the blond told herself. She didn’t think that was what she was, but maybe it was.
“Should we see what else you can do?”
The girl just looked up at him, her eyes wide with innocence.
“Let’s find out what you can do,” the man said and with that, he pulled his cock from between the girl’s tits and he pressed the head of it up against her mouth. “Open up.”
The girl shut her mouth tight and she shook her head.
“Now, is that any way for a slut to be,” the man admonished her. “I said open up.”
Again, the girl shook her head.
“You said you weren’t going to give me a hard time,” the man reminded her. “Were you lying when you said that?”
The girl shook her head.
“Then you need to do what you’re told to do and you need to open up.”
The girl still looked petulant but now there was something else, just a hint of hesitation, like maybe she knew she was doing something wrong.
“I’m not going to tell you this again,” the man said. “I want you to open up.”
The girl hesitated for just a moment longer before she finally opened her mouth wide, almost as if she meant to say, “Fine, you want this, then fine. I’ve opened my mouth. See.”
Her brashness continued for as long as it took for the man to stick his cock in her mouth and then her eyes went wide as her mouth closed around the man’s cock. “Yeah, that’s it,” the man told her. “Suck it.”
The girl’s face took on an almost panicked look as she struggled to catch up with the monster invading her mouth but it wasn’t long before she was taking him like a pro.
“Yeah, that’s right the man told her. Suck it.”
That was easy to do, the girl told herself. She could do that. In fact, she could keep right on doing it and besides, when she was doing that, she didn’t have to worry about doing anything else.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Suck it.”
And Monika did what she was told to do.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
That stirred something deep in Monika. No, she told herself. No. That was wrong. Wasn’t it? She shouldn’t ... shouldn’t what?
Without a warning, the man pulled his cock free from Monika’s mouth and Monika couldn’t help but sigh at the reprieve. “You didn’t really think I was going to let you make me cum?” the man asked.
Monika shook her head although really, that was exactly what she thought.
The man just laughed at her. “Don’t lie to me,” he said. “You’re just not really all that good at it, you know.”
Monika tried her best to look upset but for her, her best look of upset was more just of a brainless, petulant scowl that looked more cute than upset.
“It’s time for you to take off your jeans.”
“But—”
“I thought we agreed you were a good, little slut girl, or were you just lying when you agreed to that?”
“I’m not a liar.”
“Then you must be a good, little slut girl.”
The blond nodded.
“And if you’re a good, little slut girl, that must mean you want to take off your jeans. That must mean you want to show off your body so what’s the problem?”
The girl just sat there.
“Well, if there’s not a problem, let’s see you take off those jeans of yours.”
There still might have been something wrong about it but now that it had been shown to her that it really wasn’t a problem, the blond didn’t have that much problem standing up and removing her jeans.
“And now the panties.”
“Hmm.”
“Come on now. We’re not going to fight over every little article of clothing now, are we? A good, little slut wouldn’t do that. She’d just take off the panties, so take off the panties.”
The man was right, the girl decided. She took off her panties.
“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The girl shook her head.
“Good. Now I want you to turn around.”
The girl was about to ask why but then she thought better of it. If he wanted her to turn around, he must have a reason for it and who was she to question him.
“Bend over just a bit.”
Again, the girl did as she was told to do.
She could feel the man coming up behind her and then she could feel his hands on her ass. He was stroking her bottom. “Mmm,” he purred. “That’s nice. Now spread those legs for me.”
The girl inched her feet apart.
“Wider,” the man said again. “Spread them wider.”
Again, the girl did as she was told to do.
“I said wider,” the man said. “You’re trying to keep those knees together. Spread them wider.”
The girl spread them wider.
“That’s it,” the man said. “Much better.”
The girl felt the man’s hands on her hips and then ... and then she groaned as she felt the man enter her.
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you? You like a big, fat cock in your pussy.”
The girl couldn’t help but do anything more as the man fucked her.
“That’s because you’re a good, little slut,” the man told her.
The girl didn’t say anything. She just kept right on moaning.
“Do you know what else a good, little slut likes to do?”
The blond shook her head.
A good, little slut likes to make her man cum. “Are you a good, little slut?”
The blond nodded even as the man’s cock continued to fuck her pussy.
“I know you are,” the man said. “That’s why I’m going to give something to you.”
“What?”
“This,” and with that, the man groaned as his cock came inside the girl’s pussy.
The blond couldn’t help but groan, too, and then moments later, she was cumming, too because after all, she really was a good, little slut.
In another room, Milos watched. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen this before and it wasn’t like this was something old that was just being replayed for his benefit. No, this was something new, something they seemed determined to show him over and over again.
“Your girlfriend sure does like to be fucked,” the man running the video told him and all Milos could do was hang his head in frustration. He knew they’d done something to her because Monika had never been as brain dead as she appeared on each and every one of these videos.
“This is going to be the last of the videos you’re going to see of her.”
Milos looked at the man. “Why?” he asked in a tight voice. He wasn’t even sure why he cared but he still did.
“Because we sold her to some American. Word is he likes Czech girls. If that’s the case, I’ll bet he’s going to love your girlfriend. Pity though. I did rather like watching her get fucked with you. I wonder if maybe the American will send us some home videos. Probably not.”
Milos looked at the screen and he couldn’t help but agree. Probably not, he thought. Most likely, the videos would stop, and for the life of him, he couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.