"?????" by "URN My Power" [I made this. If you want to post it somewhere else, let me know first. I'll probably say yes, but I like to know where my stuff is.] -Prologue- Violet winced as she stepped on another pointy rock. She wished she'd worn some sensible shoes. She'd left her ten-inch platforms in the car, five miles down the road, rather than risk breaking her ankles in them. It was the one GOOD decision she'd made all day. Some of her hippie friends had decided to take a road trip to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. Violet had demurred, knowing they were going to be having sex--and lots of it--and not wanting to be the only square there, but also not wanting to have to break it to her father that she wasn't a virgin anymore when she got back. Yet, she had wanted to do SOMETHING to break out of the routine. She'd ended up basically stealing her father's Caddy and staging her own scenic tour of the nearby counties, alone and without telling anyone where she was. Shortly after filling the tank at a gas station, it seemed a million miles ago, she'd taken a mountain road, with a cliff-face on one side, and a sheer drop on the other, with only a railing that hadn't been fixed since it was built by cavemen in the age of dinosaurs, or such had been Violet's assessment, to keep her car on the track. So, ten miles from the station, she'd run out of gas. She was no car expert, but it didn't take one to see she'd ripped out the bottom of the gas tank somehow, and ended up spilling its contents out onto the road. Well, the road was a rather steep incline, and she was headed downhill, so she figured she could put the car in Neutral, coast to the next gas station and call her Daddy. There had to be another station at the bottom of the hill, right? Much to her dismay, however, the only thing that met her at the bottom was a sign stating "next gas: 50 mi." Knowing she couldn't walk uphill in her ridiculous platform shoes, Violet had left them behind in the car. "Aww, bummer." she groaned as the sun dipped below the horizon, robbing her of her only light source beneath the overcast sky. She reached out, feeling for the railing. Somewhere, in the darkness, an owl killed a rabbit. Its death-scream sent Violet racing up the incline in terror until she tripped. She returned to the railing and felt her way along until her hand encountered something sticky. Sticky and covered with ants. She'd frantically thrashed her hands through the grass and sand at the base of the railing to dislodge the creepy crawlies, and backed up to the cliff face behind her, using that instead of the rail as her guide, listening carefully for the sound of any big trucks that might come barreling down on her. Nothing. She didn't know how long she crept around in the dark, starting at every hooting owl and every crying coyote whose voice disturbed the silence. She was tired. Her feet hurt. Her legs hurt. Her hands hurt. The ant bites hurt. Her eyes felt gritty. She was cold, and hungry, and thirsty and she was tired of all the owls and coyotes scaring her every few minutes. She wished she were at home, asleep in her nice, soft bed. She heard a soft hum, unlike any other hum she'd ever heard before. A light shone down on her, surrounded by four lesser lights circling it. She felt like she was floating. Her hurts seemed to float away from her, or maybe she'd left them on the ground behind her, she neither knew nor cared. There was a warm feeling, centered mostly between her legs and in her young breasts. It was a feeling she'd associated with boys she liked, so feeling it now was kind of strange, but she let it happen. The feeling in her crotch intensified, and she made a pleased mewling sound. Her hips arched instinctively toward the source of the stimulation without her will. She was surrounded by the light, obliterating the darkness, and there was pleasure spreading out from her crotch and breasts throughout her body. More! she thought. She felt herself approaching some threshold, and though she had no conscious control over her arms and legs, she sought it eagerly. The threshold was crossed. Her world was engulfed in pleasure as she had her first orgasm ever. Satisfied, she sank into the blissful fog of sleep. * * * Violet's eyes opened when she heard the sound of an engine. Her mind registered that she was at the filling station before drawing her back toward sleep. "Miss?" someone asked. Her eyes opened again to see the station's owner bending down over her. She stretched languidly, feeling oddly aware of her sixteen-year-old body and its capacity for pleasure. "Are you okay, Miss?" the man asked. "Hmm? Oh...yeah...I...I tore out the bottom of my gas tank on the road. Tried to coast to the next station, but there wasn't one, so I had to climb." "Oh, yeah, I remember you." the man said. "You and them ridiculous shoes. You lose them?" "No, they're in the car." "Pity." the man said. "Well, at least they're not on your feet. And if you climbed all the way up here from the bottom, you must be tired." He picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to a couch inside. "Here, you'll find this is a lot more comfortable." "Hmm, thanks." she said, closing her eyes and going back to sleep. When she awoke again, her torso was covered by a jacket that smelled of engine grease and motor oil. Her socks were a wreck, but her feet showed no signs of her long enforced walk without proper footwear. Nor did her hands show any signs of the ant bites she'd suffered. She found her shoes sitting next to an old, worn-looking pair of slippers. She put on the slippers and went into the filling station's office. "Oh, good morning, Miss Violet." the owner said cheerfully. How had he known her name? Just then her father appeared, looking none too happy. She ran into his arms and hugged him. She managed to make herself cry and related the story of her foolish mistakes and her agonizing climb without shoes up the road, leaving out her dreamlike encounter with the light. She vehemently promised never to do anything so foolish again, and let her sobs disarm his anger. "Thank Mr. Ford for interchangeable parts, Violet." he said. "Mr. Jones here has offered me a good deal on the gas tank from another Caddy he has in back. You may come out of this better than you deserve." Violet looked up at her father with her most vulnerable and adorable expression, and a tear streamed down her face. He tried not to give in, but in the end, he deflated. "Come on, let's get you some breakfast. You couldn't possibly have had anything decent to eat since yesterday afternoon." * * * "Could...could you say that again?" Steve asked, his gaze switching back and forth between the doctor and his daughter. "Violet is pregnant, but she's also a virgin." the doctor repeated, his grandfatherly face just as confused as he. "How...I mean, I read my Bible, but..." "I don't think it's the Second Coming, daddy." Violet said. "So then, what else could it be?" he demanded of his daughter. "Steven, calm down." his wife said. She was seated opposite Violet on the line formed by the three family chairs. "I'm afraid there's no reason TO calm down, Mrs. Leigh." the doctor said. "One of our nurses...violated her oath of confidentiality by calling the tabloids almost as soon as she had given me the results of the pelvic exam." His face was grave. "I'm not sure if you know this or not, but the tabloids have been reporting a string of virgin pregnancies centered around the western Rockies." "We don't read the tabloids, Dr. Cobbler." Steve insisted. "Then you also won't know this: Every young woman mentioned in these stories is found dead two days later. Local authorities are kept away from the crime scene by a Federal cordon and issued a blanket gag-order. One officer who got there before the Feds said he found some kind of weird bullet in the wall behind where the victim was standing. He took it out and had it tested. The bullet was designed to pierce most kinds of light armor." "Light armor?" "Bullet-proof vests, Mr. Leigh." the doctor said. "Whether the government is trying to preserve the rule of Men by preventing the Second Coming, or it believes that aliens are impregnating human women for some unknown purpose, the end result is the same: Your daughter is in grave danger." How had this happened, Steve asked himself. It had started as just a routine doctor visit when his daughter had started throwing up in the mornings. A stomach bug at the worst, he'd thought. Now he was faced with the prospect of his unmarried daughter being pregnant--and all the trials that came with it--and now someone, maybe the government, would be coming to kill her, to prevent the child from coming to term. "We have to leave." he muttered. "And go where?" his wife asked. He was about to answer, when the doctor interrupted. "I don't want to know where you go. If someone is willing to kill children, they're willing to torture a dottering old doctor to find out where their next unborn victim is. You're safer if I have no idea how to find you. You'll find an exit in the basement, which leads to a service tunnel that connects to every building within four blocks. The basement is where our maintenance man stores his tools. You should be able to find some bolt-cutters to help you deal with the padlocks on the grates of whatever building you decide to make your exit." "Thank you." Steve said, as the doctor handed him the key for the lock on the hospital's access grate. They headed downstairs. Violet grabbed the bolt cutters as they headed into the service area. Steve re-locked the padlock once they were through. "Where do we go now?" his wife asked. "This way." he said, moving through a southbound tunnel. If he remembered correctly, the next door down should be a sporting goods store. He opened that one and went upstairs. He grabbed a golf bag and filled it with rifles and ammunition. He also grabbed three backpacks, giving Violet the smallest. He shot out the glass door to the outside and ushered his family back to the service corridor. "Why are we back here?" his wife asked. "So they'll think we raided the store and took off above ground." Violet said. "Very good, Violet." Steve said. "Come on. This tunnel here should take us to a junction, then we turn east and head for the grocery store." "I guess going home to pick up Scruffy is out of the question." Violet said sadly. "I think we have more important things to worry about than your dog, Violet."