Breaking Her In 6

Memorial Day weekend was the turning point. After a month filled with optimism- a stock market regaining momentum, positive early signs from vaccine trials, and many of the hardest hit countries starting to reopen- a cruel twist of fate stunned the world. The early signs had been building for weeks; reports of a "second wave" in China, news accounts of children- previously thought to be largely immune- suffering from catastrophic system failure, and chatter in online medical communities about rapidly changing symptoms, incubation periods, infection and mortality rates. It was gradually becoming clear that a mutated strain of the virus, far more infectious and lethal than the first, had emerged. And the ramifications for humanity were dire.

I had been monitoring the virus closely even as the world had decided the threat was eroding. I was conscious of mankind's inability to conceive of truly catastrophic, unprecedented disasters until it was too late, and also of politicians' incentives to put a positive spin on things- to keep the voters happy and consumers spending. Indeed I had been preparing for the possibility of such a crisis for years, buying 10,000 acres of secluded mountain property a few hours away and stocking it with the supplies needed to survive for years, while spending a few weeks each year training myself on survival skills, the kind that "civilized" humanity had largely forgotten over the last century. I also had direct experience leading me to recognize the danger of this virus- my ex-wife recently died after being infected while visiting her sick father in a nursing home, and I counted many other friends, family and colleagues among those stricken.

After my wife's death I isolated my two children in our house, while monitoring events and making final preparations for our evacuation. In the evenings while the kids slept I logged into my ex-wife's social media account, which had become a somber memorial to the millions that were falling to the virus, moments frozen in time of their last "normal" moments before the illness took them. I chose not to apply the new "Covid-Deceased" profile tag that the social media platform had rolled out weeks before to allow users to know who among their networks was still living, but was taken aback at the growing number of friends and family member pages with the tag showing, usually with a loving message from a family member.

The day before I planned to pack the kids up and evacuate, I saw a message pop up from one of my ex's close friends, Lindsay. "You there?"

I thought for a moment, before responding with a simple "yes."

Her reply came almost immediately. "Brad's dead. Caught it in NY working. I don't know what to do. It's just me and the kids."

I wasn't sure how to respond. Lindsay had three children of similar ages as mine, and I knew they had been self-isolating with similar diligence, while her husband Brad went to NY where he could better manage his business through the crisis. Lindsay and Brad were extremely wealthy; Brad had made tens of millions in finance, first working for larger banks, and then starting a series of investment businesses that he sold for large payoffs. I knew that while Lindsay was from modest means, she had long since acclimated to a lifestyle of the super-rich. I didn't know if she would be had what it took to survive.

After a couple minutes came another message from Lindsay: "You have a safe place in the mountains, right? Can I please come with you? I'm desperate, and don't know who else to call. I'll do anything if you'll help." After another minute, wondering how much my ex had shared with Lindsay and who else might know, a simple plea: "Please."

I thought of her kids, playing with my own just a month earlier, and wasn't sure what to do. Finally, I slowly began typing out my response: "Okay. Be ready at 10am. Pack light- no more than two large roller bags. We have clothes and essential supplies- recommend prioritizing sentimental items, and anything kids are attached to that would ease their transition."

A minute later came the reply: "Thank you! I don't know how I can repay you. Please tell me if I can pay for anything."

I smiled and shook my head. Of course she thought throwing money at us would keep her status secure. She hadn't yet realized that her millions were soon to be worthless. I would need to help her adjust to the new normal, and her role in it. She would repay me soon enough, though not in the way she was thinking.

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The next morning the kids and I pulled into her gated driveway at 9:55am, and Lindsay and the kids were waiting at the door. When she saw me, she glanced quickly at the car and then gave me a quizzical look: "Where is Ellen? Is she at your house?"

I responded, sensitive to her children by her side: "No time for detail. She's gone- caught it visiting her sick dad weeks ago."

She looked uncertain about this development- surely she had imagined enjoying her "girls night" bottles of wine in the mountains with my ex-wife, with minimal change to her lifestyle. This news had definitely thrown a wrench in that.

"Okay, well we're going, so are you in or out? I understand if you want to ride it out here." I said, half-turning toward the car.

She grabbed my arm desperately: "No wait, we're in. I'm sorry; just surprised about Ellen."

I picked up her two large suitcases and threw them into my trailer, as Lindsay got in the front seat and her three children joined my own in the back two rows of the SUV, where I had stocked snacks and ipads with movies for the trek ahead. I looked at Lindsay, who had a shell-shocked look on her face: "Ready?"

She nodded silently, and I pulled away to begin our trip to the mountains. It was a quiet drive, with the kids focused on their ipad movies and Lindsay staring out the window, lost in thought. I had plenty of time to think about the unexpected situation I was now in. I knew Lindsay socially and liked her, but our relationship was superficial and I would have never imagined the two of us alone together, and with five kids to care for.

I shook my head at the additional burden I had assumed, and glanced over at Lindsay. She was still looking away out the window, leaving me free to examine her more closely. As always, she was well put-together: her blonde hair in the familiar medium bob cut, fingernails and toenails meticulously manicured, and understated makeup. Her legs were crossed, tanned and toned in her short, tight-fitting shorts- I thought about all the thousands of dollars of Soul Cycle and personal training she had to thank for those lovely legs, and the firm ass that now found itself in my passenger seat. Her full breasts stretched the fabric of her workout top, large in proportion to her petite frame. I looked back to the road and thought to myself that I could see why Brad chose her out of all the attractive women he could have dated in NY as a young millionaire on the rise.

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The compound had been my side project for the better part of the last ten years, accelerating when my ex and I split a few years ago. Over that time I had accumulated 15 square miles of pristine mountain land, restoring several older cabins that dotted the property and building a large main house near the top of a hill toward the back of the property. It was designed to operate off the grid- solar powered and highly-efficient, with multiple fresh water springs on the property and wells set up to tap ample underground reservoirs if needed. In recent years I had cleared a few acres for a small farm, and earlier this spring paid day laborers to plant crops for the year, which were well-grown by this point. The main house's basement contained pallets of supplies of every kind imaginable- food, clothing, medical and household supplies, a stocked gun safe for protection from intruders, and underneath the adjacent barn a pre-fabricated bunker was installed in case of a very different kind of emergency. Over time I had worked to obscure the entrance to the property and make the perimeter less welcoming to hikers or others that should come alone with a network of natural barriers- thick brush, stone formations, and other cleverly designed obstacles- steering outsiders along the edges of the property and away from the inner sanctum. A small country road along the front edge of the property was the only link to civilization; the nearest building was 20 miles away through rugged mountain terrain on three sides, and neighboring the property on the rear was the 200,000 acre Great Smoky Mountain National Park, unpopulated and closed to the public since the start of the pandemic.

Upon arriving later that afternoon I steered the SUV off the road and into and unmarked entrance, driving through a row of bushes into a small, secluded clearing behind. I briefly stopped and exited the car to repair the entrance, brushing leaves over the tire marks and replacing the bushes hiding the pathway. Then we proceeded up a barely marked, winding pathway that rounded a mountain near the front of the property and made our way into a flatter upper valley where the main house was situated.

After fifteen minutes of skillful driving through the brush, the car emerged into a clearing and the house came into view at the top of the hill at the far end of the meadow. I pulled up outside the barn and locked the doors as everyone was reaching for the door handles to jump out.

"Why can't we get out?" one of the kids said.

"Ground rules," I replied in a serious tone indicating that I was in command, and expected everyone's complete attention. "We just left a non-sterile environment, and we need to follow a safety protocol to ensure we don't bring the virus in with us."

Everyone nodded and I proceeded. "First, nothing except for us leaves this vehicle. It will be quarantined and off-limits for two weeks, and then we can unpack our belongings."

Lindsay asked "but what about my clothes?"

I replied "I have clean clothes for everyone inside. Which brings me to the second part of the protocol- everyone will need to undress and clean off in my outside shower before entering the house. My kids will go first, then your kids, then you and me. We will put our clothes into a bin, and I've stocked the shower with sanitizing cleanser, which we will need to scrub and leave on our bodies for more than thirty seconds before rinsing off."

The car was quiet so I knew my message was heard. I summoned my kids to begin the cleansing process, asking my son to run inside and get towels and pajamas for all the kids after he was clean. Then I told my kids to get dressed and wait in the living room, and when Lindsay's kids came in they were to all go downstairs to the game room to play until I came inside to get them.

Lindsay's kids were next, and after ensuring they were clean and safely in the house I returned to the car for Lindsay, who was sitting quietly in the car, staring off into the distance. I could see the toll the experience had taken on her from the shell-shocked expression; she looked numb to the world, far from the self-confident and assertive woman I had seen over the years.

"Lindsay, your turn" I said as I opened her door. She didn't respond, or even turn to face me. I took her hand and guided her out of the car, saying "it's okay, I've got you." She followed me, still without talking or engaging with me. When we arrived at the outdoor shower, I pointed to the bin and said "your clothes go there. Shower and use the sanitizing lotion everywhere. It needs to stay on your skin for 30 seconds. A clean towel is hanging here, and if you wait inside I'll come get you something to wear after cleaning myself off." I walked back to the car and pulled it into the barn, leaving the door open so I could toss the clothing bin in after we all had showered, and lock it to quarantine all of our possessions.

I returned to the shower and saw Lindsay still standing there, fully clothed. "Lindsay- what are you doing? You need to clean off!" After watching her continue to stand motionless, and considering my options, I guided her into the shower and began to remove her clothes for her. First her shoes and outer layer, leaving her standing before me in the full afternoon sun wearing nothing but a thong and bra. Delicately, I unclasped her bra and removed it, her breasts falling free and shimmering in the warm evening light. I paused for a moment as I realized they were bigger than I had thought, and perfectly round and supple- practically begging to be held and caressed. I collected myself, and proceeded to her panties, sliding my hands under the waistband and first pulling the thong free from her ass, before easing the front down, over her hips, and down to the floor. Her bottom was as gorgeous as ever, firm and perfectly contoured, and I was temporarily taken aback at the first sight of her bare pussy, impossibly smooth cream-colored skin meeting in the delicate folds of her labia. Reflexively, my mouth began to water at the sight of it, and I felt life stirring in my pants as well.

Shaking myself back to reality, I thought about how best to proceed and realized I would need to disrobe as well, to wash her effectively as well as to ensure no contamination from my clothing. I quickly removed my clothes and tossed everything in the bag, tying it off before stepping into the shower with Lindsay.

I turned the water on and began to lotion up my hands, narrating what I was doing to Lindsay to ensure she was comfortable. I began working the lotion through her hair under the shower stream, and she shut her eyes and appeared to relax slightly, before soaping my own hair and face. After rinsing, I gradually worked my way down both of our bodies. Lindsay's arms, shoulders and back first, before slowly sliding my hands around her and holding her breasts in my hands as she faced away. They felt full and supple in my hands, and I took my time rubbing the lotion around each in a circular motion with my hands, starting on the outside and working my way inward, ending by delicately tracing her dainty areolas and protruding nipples with my soapy fingertips.

As my hands worked their way down her stomach I felt Lindsay's body react ever-so-slightly to my touch, modestly opening her stance to open her hips to my touch, and in the process her ass backed up, slightly brushing against my hardening penis. A hint of a moan seemed to escape her lips, with eyes still closed. All while she appeared to still be frozen in a state of shock, a primal physical reaction to my touch, outside of her conscious control

I chastised myself for my increasing distraction and continued with the shower, scrubbing Lindsay's ass and starting to soap up her pelvic region, eventually soaping up the exterior of her vagina, and running a finger gently up and down inside the moistened folds of her labia. Peeking over her shoulder, I saw Lindsay's nipples now fully hardened, and thought I perceived a slight rocking motion in her hips as she stood in front of me.

Shaking myself back to reality, and continued to soap down her legs and finished with her feet, completed cleaning myself off, and then rinsed us both off.

I grabbed the towels and wrapped one around my waist and handed her the other. I noted that her eyes were now open and she seemed more alert, though still not speaking. She took the towel and wrapped it around her, still glistening from the shower in the warm evening sunlight.

I took Lindsay's hand and had her follow me into the house, and into the master suite. I entered the closet and examined the inventory of clothing I had prepared, selecting jeans and a tee shirt for myself as I had some outside work to do, and handing Lindsay a silk chemise and robe for the evening, brand new and still enclosed in plastic wrap. Lindsey opened the outfit, examined it closely, and apparently back to her senses, turned to me and exclaimed "what is this?!"

"It's an outfit for tonight. We can take a look at the inventory downstairs tomorrow and find you some daytime clothes. Put it on; we need to check in on the kids now."

"I'm not wearing this!" Lindsay angrily burst out. "What do you think is going on? Do you think I'm some kind of whore? I'm not going to have sex with you, now or ever!" Her sense of self-confidence and empowerment was back in full force.

I maintained my calm and turned to face her. "I do not think you are a whore. What I think is going on is this: we are at my mountain compound that I've spent years preparing for a crisis like this. You asked me to save you and your kids and so you are here with me. I am going to be protecting and providing for you and your children. Agree?"

She refused to back down. "Yes that may be correct. But it doesn't give you the right to make me wear sexy lingerie, or to assault me like you just did in the shower outside. Do you know who I am, asshole?"

I took another step closer to her and in one quick move pulled the towel from her, leaving her standing naked, still dripping wet, before me. "Yes I know who you are, and you should know that your money and privilege is worthless from this day forward. Your only value is the value you provide to me. So you'd better stop thinking about what power and entitlement you think you have, and start thinking about how you can be of value to me. And one more thing; I showered you outside because you were too dazed to do it yourself. You're welcome."

Lindsay froze, surprised by my firm reaction and seemingly assessing her options while trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. "What do you mean value?"

"Put on the outfit and I'll tell you." Lindsay conceded and began pulling on the nightclothes I had chosen for her. The chemise was small and delicate, revealing her milky-white cleavage at the top and barely extending below her ass, delicately hugging her feminine figure everywhere in between. The robe was more conservative, hugging the neckline more closely when tied, with sleeves down the arms, and coverage down to her knees.

"Good girl," I said. "Have a seat on the bed." She listened and I sat beside her and continued to talk. "Like I said, you are on my compound, and you and your kids will be safe, fed and clothed due to my preparation and hard work. We can make a good life here, but we will likely be isolated here for years." I saw Lindsay's expression change when the stark truth of the permanence of our move hit us.

"So here are the facts. First, you and I are the only man and woman either of us will likely come into contact with for years, and the implications of that are clear. Second, we have five kids downstairs who have just seen their world turned upside down, and starting tomorrow their little brains will start trying to make sense of their new lives and put everything into order again. They need structure and routine, needs to be attended to, and they will need to clearly understand their role, and ours. The fact is that our lives up to today are over, and tomorrow is the start of a new life for us all, as a family- two parental figures and five children living together."

Lindsay tried to cut to the chase. "So you want me to be the 'mom' to them, and have sex with you. Is that what you're saying?"

"That's a start, but there's one more matter. Third, as I mentioned I am protecting and providing for you and your kids, likely for years to come, so you need to think hard about what value you can provide to me, personally."

"Housework, cleaning and cooking?"

"I can do that myself, or assign it to the kids as chores."

"So you DO expect me to have sex with you?"

"That is far too narrow. What I expect is for you to recognize and embrace your new role, specifically in relation to me. If I am the protector and provider, the head of household and one in charge, then by definition you are submissive to my commands and devoted to my happiness and wellbeing. Sex is a part of that, but it is actually involves a total change of your life. You are used to being entitled, your own needs as the center of the universe. Now you need to flip that on its head and become selfless, entirely interested in serving my needs. If I am satisfied, I will care for your needs and make you happy as well. But you should only be concerned with my happiness."