The Forgotten

Chapter 1

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Marquis de Sade (1740 - 1814)

Sex. A simple little word, but open the lid of this Pandora's Box, and you will find as many facets as there are people on the planet. Sex can lift you to a mountain top with ecstasy. It can drag you to the depths of despair, or be the fulcrum on which a loving relationship balances. Sex can be a weapon of war and plumb the depths of human depravity into a pit of venal exploitation. Or it can bring new and optimistic life to the world.

Sex can also be the fuel that drives the greed behind human trafficking, and turns its victims into lost souls whose silent tears we must all share. The silent tears of the forgotten...

It was a hot afternoon. Warm air from the gulf was dragging up the humidity as well as the mercury. The air conditioner was rattling as it wheezed against overwhelming odds to maintain a modicum of cool air in the small house. The white painted weatherboard dwelling sat on Conway Street, just off Turnbill Bay Road, an easy stride from the local liquor store. You may know this place. You will certainly know somewhere like it. Once a place to build a decent life, it had grown weary with the passing of time. No one cared to keep up the paintwork anymore. A few diligent souls kept their lawns mowed. But the fences sagged and the gates creaked as those with money drifted to a newer, smarter suburb, to a neighborhood offering a better, brighter future. Despite this, it was not a depressing place. Somewhere for the unambitious to snuggle down into a life they could fool themselves into believing was decadent contentment.

The white house was kept moderately tidy, there were even a few red geraniums that brightened up its aspect. They had been left by an earlier occupant but had survived the neglect of the current tenant and lent the house a welcoming tone. Parked on the lawn was a Harley-Davidson. A 2002 XL 1200. It had been finished in silver paintwork but now looked as if it had endured a hard life. It didn't quite seem to belong in this sleepy suburb, it looked as if it was a leftover of a long forgotten life.

A scabby black dog lifted its grey muzzle up from the dust as the school girl walked by. He watched her with suspicion through his rheumy old eyes. If it had been less hot he might have bared a tooth or even wagged his tail; you can't tell what thoughts pass through the mind of an old dog on a hot day like this.

She looked maybe sixteen, but girls grow up so fast, who can tell these days? It was still early so she must have skipped class to be out walking the streets at this time of the afternoon. Her school blazer in the bright blue colors of the Girls' Catholic Seminary was wrapped round her waist, the arms tied together as a belt. Her heavy eyeliner suggested that the nuns had somehow failed to quite preserve her innocence. The pink of her school bag decorated with hand drawn stars and hearts suggested that her innocence was not too far away. She looked ahead and saw the Harley in the distance.

The venetian blind gave out the creak of metal as Mrs. Donavan poked her fingers through the narrow gap, she pushed it down to widen it a little to give her a clearer view. Mrs. Donavan liked to know what was going on in her street. If you looked up busybody in the dictionary there would be a photo of her next to the description 'nosey old bag'. She lived directly across the road to the house where this young girl was walking towards. Mrs. Donovan had taken an instant dislike to the young man who lived there. She decided he was trouble and brought down the tone of the place. His motorbike on the lawn was a badge of exactly what see was talking about. Bad.

The air conditioner rattled as Nade Devon drew a pencil ring round a horse's name in the Sporting Times. Prancing Maiden. The filly was due to race that afternoon and Nade had a feeling that this one was worth putting the farm on. Unfortunately his credit had run out... more than run out he was in serious terminal debt. If there's one law of sound financial management then it's: Don't get into a debt that you can't service. If there's one law of staying alive then it's: Don't get into debt with the Mafia... ever. He was in debt to the mafia and he had no way of servicing it.

Nade was hovering on the edge of thirty-six, he looked younger, baby faced even, despite having seen more than his fair share of trouble. He had a few passions; a cynic might call them addictions. He was a gambler; winning a little and losing a lot. He still held onto a slender athletic build, despite a sweet tooth that resolved itself in doughnuts and cakes far too often. Then there were the ladies... a pretty face could always turn his mind to mush. The one thing that held the sometimes fragile threads of his life together, was martial arts. Kung-fu, Dragon Shaolin Kung-fu to be exact. Since his desperate withdrawal from the police force a short few years earlier, he even used his talents to make a few bucks teaching self-defense classes. At the present moment he needed more money than all the self-defense classes in the world could provide. But hey, he was young, had a pretty face and the cheerful optimism that comes from not quite having grown up yet. Nade had a natural talent for his sport of choice, he could have gone to the very top but for that you need total commitment, and he found a shrug of whatever dude to come more naturally to him. He knew he was good, but had never really been tested to know just how good.

Nade stood up and looked through his window towards the glare of the street. The hot air was rising from the sticky asphalt roadway. A hedge that was struggling to survive the poor soil and heat framed the view from his garden. The hedge was low enough to get a good sighting of the foot traffic that passed his door. He had watched her walking his way, and saw not a teenage girl but another pretty face. His eyes followed her as the girl hesitated for a moment at his gate. She was looking at the Harley, maybe imagining being taken for a ride on it, freedom on the open road, wind blowing through her hair, nothing but being carefree. She looked pretty but dangerously young. He noticed her hair in pigtails, her young breasts swelling against the confines of her white school blouse. The girl reached into her bag and pulled out some lip gloss, which she applied with a languid deliberation before opening the gate and strolling up with a nervous step to Nade's door. She did not notice the venetian blind in the front window of the house across the road spring back to its natural position. And she didn’t hear the loud sigh of disapproval from Mrs. Donavan as she swung around from the window and disappear into her kitchen to fetch herself a glass of freshly made lemonade. Anything to wash away the distaste in her mouth, from what she saw, and what was running through her imagination.

Nade opened the door, answering the quiet knock.

Hi... do I know you? he asked as the girl stood hesitantly looking up at him.

Mr Devon, it's me Chrissy.

She looked down at her feet suddenly embarrassed.

You know... after the self-defense class... we sort of got carried away in the locker room.

Nade looked her up and down.

Ah yes I remember... is there a problem?

Chrissy slowly looked up again, searching for Nade’s eyes.

Look... I couldn't get you out of my mind and what you said... it was nice and I had this desperate urge to see you again.

Nade had no idea what she wanted but could feel her hesitance.

So you skipped class and came all the way out here.

It was social studies... I thought, maybe I could learn more social studies by taking a field trip to see you again.

She laughed shyly and avoided Nade's eyes by looking down again.

I'm not sure this is such a good idea.

Chrissy looked sad as if the courage it had taken her to get this far was going to be for nothing.

Please... pretty please.

She was displaying the naivety of a lamb standing before the butchers block. Nade opened the door to the guest that stood nervously on his threshold.

Come in.

His boyish smile disguising the urgent pulse that was rising in his chest.

She walked across to where Nade had left his Sporting Times and sat with knees together on the sofa. Her white ankle socks shining bright. Her school blazer dropped to the floor. Nade poured himself a measure of bourbon.

Would you like a drink?

She turned her slender white neck so that their eyes met, her small diamond earrings catching the sparkle of afternoon sun.

No I better not, daddy will go ape if he smells liquor on my breath.

Nade nodded and swallowed his own drink. He walked over and stood before the girl.

Mr Devon... can we go to the bedroom? Will you show me those things we talked about in the locker-room?

Wow you get to the point pretty fast. I'm not sure it should really be me to introduce you to this Chrissy. You look so young.

Her eyes lifted from the floor, they were wide and appealing.

Please... I need this.

She took his hand.

Through here is it? she asked as she grasped at her last strand of confidence.

She seemed to be taking control of the situation and Nade felt himself like a spectator witnessing a crime unfolding before his eyes in slow motion.

Nade could not reply, he grabbed his bottle of bourbon and two glasses then followed her to the bedroom. He closed the blinds and the light softened, a sort of hush filled the room as if what might be about to happen should never be spoken of.

Come here. he said. Let's get you out of those hot clothes.

He unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. As he liberated her firm young breasts from the confines of her bra, Nade could hear a slight gasp from his young companion.

Take off your skirt.

His words were gentle but now held an edge of urgency as if it was already too late to go back.

And the panties.

He was sure that a blush ran up her neck and bloomed in her cheeks as he helped her slide the skimpy underwear down her legs.

You really are beautiful. he whispered.

He stood on the edge of all he knew to be wrong but his eyes could not lift from the vision that stood before him. The embodiment of a young female beauty. A beauty that was being offered to him for the taking. She looked like a half opened rose bud. He wanted to smell her sweet perfume but knew that he would end up by crushing her petals and leaving them scattered on the floor.

If you want this to happen, then undress me.

He spoke the words as if he had shifted the responsibility onto the slender shoulders of the girl that quivered in front of him. Chrissy's shyness had blossomed into a smile of anticipation as she pulled Nade's tee-shirt over his head.

Oh my god, look at your six-pack. You are so hot Mr. Devon.

Her fingers were trembling as she took a grip on his jean's zip. She pulled slowly an inch at a time and then snapped free the waist button. The jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. His erection was already fighting against the confines of his undershorts and as if it were an act of mercy, Chrissy freed his pulsating manhood as if she were freeing a caged eagle.

Her eyes opened wide as she gazed at him in his naked splendor.

Oh your dick... it's so beautiful.

Her fingers, cool against his skin, slid down his hard abdominal muscles, twined playfully with his pubic hair for an instant and then slid along his erect shaft. She knelt down until her lips were poised inches from the swollen gland, and her tongue flicked out until she tasted his salty musky essence. As he lifted her onto the bed he could feel her tremble, her breath rising and falling faster and faster.

Nade reached over to his bed-side table top drawer and pulled out a condom. There was a tube of lubricant in there too, but from the sheen of wetness that was already flowing from his little Lolita there would be no need of that.

Do you know how to put one of these on? he asked as he peeled back the foil of his little package.

I guess so... show me.

Be careful not to get any air trapped inside and then roll it...

He gasped as the girl did as she had been instructed.

Oh god Chrissy...

Nade took some deep breaths.

A guy is quite sensitive down there.

Oh Mr. Devon I'm sorry, did I hurt you?

Chrissy batted her eyelids at him.

No, no, quite the opposite.

He rolled her onto the bed and kissed her. She drew his tongue into her mouth and he could feel her hips arching up towards him. He gently bit her lip and then took her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were hard and erect, he sucked and nipped at them with his teeth as Chrissy moaned with delight, feeling the tingle echoing down to the seat of her desire. Nade kissed the soft skin of her neck and then traced down kissing her breasts and her stomach. He slid down and kissed her legs spreading them apart he kissed the inside of her thighs as he worked his way up towards her pubis. Then he was on top of her again, his erection resting on her groin. He slid his hand down to the soft skin of her stomach and slowly massaged her, working his way down until his fingers were poised just above the slit of her vagina. His middle finger gently probed the moist slit rolling in circles as he pushed in deeper. Chrissy gasped at the sensation.

More, more, I need this. she called.

Nade lifted his fingers until he found her clitoris and as he massaged the sensitive spot Chrissy squealed. He moved faster and faster circling his finger pulling her to the edge of no return and then lifting off. He built up her tension again and again until she was like a coiled spring and then as her scream echoed across the room he brought her to a violent orgasm.

Oh sweet Jesus. she moaned. Please fuck me... fuck me hard.

Nade turned her over so that she was face down on the bed. He lifted her hips up so that her sweet round buttocks were presented to him. He lay over her kneeling body and slipped his latex clad penis along her slit. He was so hard now that it was almost painful. But Christ what a sweet, sweet pain.

Let me in baby I can't stop now.

OK... OK, you won’t hurt me will you?

No I'll never hurt you my sweet angel.

He was at a point that he struggled to remember her name. Nade pushed and the swollen head slipped into the inviting warmth. Sliding in her natural lubrication he pushed a little deeper and then withdrew a little before repeating the slow thrusts, building up the speed and then letting it die back lifting them both to the edge of an explosive climax. Nade was getting desperate for his own release now and started pumping harder. His teeth biting against Chrissy's shoulder. He thrust deeper; harder. He could feel Chrissy lifting to meet each thrust as if she needed him deep inside her. Deeper with each thrust until his hips were rammed against her at each trust and she was filled with him. He could sense that she was already on the edge of climaxing again and the feeling brought him closer to his own release. Chrissy was moaning with each thrust.

Do you like this baby? he panted

She let out a little scream of excitement and he felt her muscles tighten around him as a second orgasmic spasm took her body. Nade pumped harder, faster and then when he was beyond any control he exploded into her. The flood of semen held back by the latex sheath. Chrissy held him tight and pushed back onto him milking him until the last drops of semen were exhausted.

He rolled off her and gently turned her over, kissed her mouth and then fell back onto the bed spent but in ecstasy.

Chrissy ran her hand down his chest and let it lay there for a while as she regained her breath. She rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. Nade could hear the shower running. He lay there in a state of relaxation that can only be felt after the release of lust, as it had just been done. A few minutes past and Chrissy emerged from the bathroom and walked into the living room still naked. She picked up the pink school bag and walked back into the bedroom whilst placing her pigtail wig into the bags front pocket. She held her head down and brushed a little lift and sheen into her own blond hair. There was clean underwear in the bag and a tight fitting black dress. Nade watched as she squeezed into the form hugging fabric.

Do you fancy that drink now? Nade asked.

Sure, but just a small one.

Nade splashed bourbon into a glass.

Whoa honey, not too much I've got Mayor Brown later. I will need all my wits when I'm servicing him.

She laughed, a sparkling laugh that despite the drawn blinds seemed to light up the room.

That dude wants to do things to me that the good Lord never intended.

Nade could not imagine what perversion rocked the Mayor's boat. And quite frankly, he didn't care.

Chrissy swallowed half her drink and leaned over Nade who was still prostrate and gently smiling. She kissed his lips sweetly like a sister might.

That was nice. she said softly as she brushed the hair from his eyes.

The agency will debit your Visa as usual. Don't forget there's a twenty-five percent surcharge for the role-play.

Worth every cent.

Yes it was wasn't it? she smiled.

Do you need a ride any place? he asked.

No, I've got Edan waiting in the car just round the corner, I never venture out of the city without a guardian angel watching my back.

So I end up paying for both of you?

Certainly not darling, you pay me and I pay Edan to look after me. It's called capitalism.

Nade watched the sway of her hips as she walked away. He knew one thing, he was in love again and would be until... breakfast time tomorrow at least.

Nade leaned across to his table and snapped on the radio. It was tuned to the racing channel. He listened for the results. There it was... he knew it... Prancing Maiden had won. Thirty to one and he didn't have a cent on her. He shrugged and his mind fell to the pink frosted doughnuts that he had picked up earlier. They were in the kitchen waiting for him... a little afternoon delight with a cup of hot coffee. Some you win, some you lose.

Chapter 2

Anna held the phone close to her ear, her mother always spoke quietly when she used the phone and sometimes it was difficult to pick up on what she said.

OK Mom, no problem.

Now darling don't be late tonight; dinner is at six sharp and we've got uncle James coming over. You know how much he likes to see his god-daughter.

Anna pulled a face, she didn’t need to be told things like she was six.

Yeah mom you told me all about this at breakfast.

OK, so where are you at the moment honey?

Anna rolled her eyes up towards heaven.

At this precise moment I'm on the steps of the library... nearing the top now just two more to go... just passing latitude 30 North...

Yes very funny darling.

Look mom there's a couple of books I need for a school project. After that I'll hang out for a while with Madison and Abigail.

Now don't get caught up in any of their shenanigans.

Shenanigans... mother speak English for god's sake.

Her mother laughed.

Less of the potty mouth young lady.

The girls are going on to a movie so I'll only be seeing them for like half an hour, after that I'll be straight home.

Do you need a ride honey?

Mom... no, I'm not a kid. I'm perfectly capable of taking the bus.

The relationship between a teenage daughter and her mother can be fraught. The girl is wanting to push at her boundaries and the parent is unwilling to let the child they love escape their watchful eye. Anna was a good kid, she deserved a little space but, despite her protestations, the protection that her parents' love bathed her in was still rather welcome... it's just that she wouldn't admit that to anyone.

Look Mom I'm inside the library now and the woman at the counter is giving me the evil eye. I'll have to go.

All right honey... love you.

Me too, see you soon.

The librarian was pointing to the sign above her head that said: Please ensure that all mobile devices are turned off while in the library. Anna walked up to the woman.

Sorry... it was my mom, you know.

The librarian smiled.

I've got a daughter of my own, I know what it's like.

Anna gave a little chuckle and flicked her long blond hair from her eyes.

Is there anything you need honey?

The librarian seemed nice, still quite young and completely different from the caricatured image of a tweed clad uptight spinster with hair in a tight knot and thick eyeglasses. Anna felt that she could relate to this woman.

Well I'm doing a project on the War of Independence.

OK there's a big section, aisle seven down the far end by the water cooler. Is there a specific title you're looking for?

No I'll just browse. I'm trying to do a paper about the French involvement. I find it interesting that they helped us so much against the British. It seems odd, today we are best buddies with the British and feel a bit snooty towards the French. They sent us the Statue of Liberty and everything. I can’t help wondering what went wrong.

Good question... I'm sure you'll find what you need.

It took Anna twenty minutes to select three heavy books, and with them safely ensconced in her shoulder bag, she exited the library and was hit by a rolling wall of afternoon heat that bounced up from the stonework. The contrast with the air conditioned library almost turned her to a molten grease spot. She was dressed in a pink cotton top and white shorts that were tight against her adolescent butt. Too tight, for her mother's taste.

There's no way that you will be going out dressed in those, they make you look like a tramp.

Anna won that little battle and in truth the shorts were quite modest compared to what many of Anna's school friends would wear.

She could see her two friends halfway down the steps sitting together in fits of laughter. Madison was sucking at a drinking straw. Anna called out to them as she walked down the steps. In the short time that it took to reach them she was already acclimatized to heat again.

Hi...

Got the books you wanted Anna?

I hope so... there's a lot of reading to do in here.

She let the heavy bag slip from her shoulder as she sat down next to Abigail.

You are such a study freak.

If I get good grades it’s always a good lever to pry gifts from my parents... like there's this mountain bike I've had my eye on.

She instinctively got into a crouched posture with arms out-stretched as if riding her dream bike.

You are such a mercenary Anna, here was me thinking that you were a serious student.

They all laughed and Madison held out her thick-shake to Anna.

Want to finish this for me? I bought a jumbo size but my stomach has other ideas.

OK cool, what flavor?

Double chocolate of course... what else?

Anna took a deep pull from the straw.

Mm... want some Abigail?

No thanks I only drink Champagne; Champagne and beer.

Anna snorted and almost squirted double chocolate out of her nose.

No way.

She laughed as she groped in her bag for a tissue.

Like, what kind of beer do you drink then Abigail? Madison asked.

Err... you know, the one in the green can.

Ah yes indeed I know it well. Seven Up I think they call it.

The girls broke out into laughter again.

You sure you don't want to catch the movie with us Anna?

I'd totally love to but we've got family over, my god-father, Uncle James.

Oh yes, the Govornator.

There was more laughter.

Let's walk and look in the shop windows, one day we may have actual money to spend.

The girls stood and moved slowly down the steps and turned left onto Laura Street. Half a block further on was Madeline's Shoe Emporium. It was a shop window for young girls to die in front of. As they walked through the afternoon heat they did not take the slightest notice of the white Ford van that was cruising the curb, about twenty yards or so behind them.

Hey Vasily check those three little pixies. That blond one could make my lunch any day.

Alexei eased off the gas and let the Ford roll on under its own momentum.

Don't worry Alexei, I've had my eye on them for some time. A bit young maybe.

I don't think so, there's a market for succulent young wirgins like that.

Vasily looked around and up the street a little way.

Taking them in broad daylight on the main street may be a problem... we are not in Minsk now you know.

We won't be taking Belarus prices for them either. Don't worry harvesting these three will be piece of pie.

You mean piece of cake Vasily.

The voice that came from the rear of the van had an American accent.

This is what I say Arron. Easy as cake.

Arron shook his head, these Eastern Europeans never quite got the hang of speaking American. They let the van roll to a stop and watched as the girls, free as the birds, did what girls do. It was almost a shame to cage these free spirits Vasily thought but... a buck is buck.

There was a rumbling noise from the back of the van. Arron was standing with his chubby fingers through the two inch mesh of the grid that separated the cab from the cargo section.

Hey guys this bitch in the back is coming round, you want I should do something?

Well give her another little taste of pentothal. Be careful of the dose Vasily, we don't want her dead

Vasily filled his syringe up to the two milliliter mark from a small bottle and ejected the trapped air. He passed it through the mesh to Arron's hand.

"You can do this Arron, just stab the needle into a large muscle, her butt or thigh will do and squeeze