Can You Help Me, Please free porn video

Can you help me please? Can you help me please? I really need help. You see my brother is missing. I can't find him anywhere. The police want to find him too, but I think they just want to put him in jail. It's really a mystery. The only thing I have to go on is this Asian girl that doesn't speak any English and a cheap medallion. The medallion was in an envelope tucked in my brother's boots. That's the only reason I think it might be important Maybe I better start from the beginning. My brother called me the other day and said that he was in trouble and he needed my help. He asked if I could come over to his apartment the next day after work. I tried to get him to tell me what was wrong but he wouldn't say. He just said that he would show me; it was the only way I'd believe him. After work I went over to his apartment. It is downtown. He lives in one of those warehouses converted to artist residence thingies. I think it's called a loft apartment. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. There was no answer inside but I could here all kinds of banging and thumps inside. I knocked louder and I called out, "Hey! Kenny it's me." Then there was a loud thump and someone said, "Let's go. We gotta go!" Someone else said, "I know it's here somewhere. We gotta keep looking." "There's someone here. We gotta go! We can't get caught!" another voice said. "Hey let me in!" I shouted and thumped on the door. There was a scrambling inside and then it was quiet. I got really scared then. I took out the spare key Kenny had given me almost a year ago when he moved in. I hadn't been back since. Some sister huh? When I opened the door I was stunned. Books, papers, videos, CD's, clothing, drawers, and cushions were pulled out and scattered across the room. The room appeared as if someone had been searching for something. But what left me speechless was what was chained to Kenny's bed. Kenny had a metal frame futon and sofa bed. It was out away from the wall in the center of an imitation Persian rug. It was spotlighted by some camera lights and three cameras on tripods. That area was the only place that wasn't ransacked. A young woman was bent over the back of the sofa bed. Her wrists and legs were chained so that she was spread eagled. She was also completely naked. All I could see was the back of her butt and legs and the sofa. I wondered if she might be dead. Then she moved and tried to look behind her but couldn't turn far enough for some reason. I ran over to her to see if I could help. I was horrified when I came around in front of the sofa and saw her predicament. It was horrible. I couldn't believe anyone could be so despicable as to abuse another human being in that manner. I could tell the girl was a young Asian woman by her eyes. Her mouth was held open by some sort of gag that was attached in back. A collar was around her neck that had two chains running from it down to the front edge of the bed frame. The chains came back up to a nipple ring in each of her breasts. The chains held her tautly and my own nipples tightened in sympathetic pain to the poor woman's plight. I looked around briefly to discover if the keys or some means was readily available to free this poor thing from her predicament. I could find nothing. I looked back at her when I heard a strangled sob come from the girl. I looked back at her face and saw tears leaking down her face. Drool and something else was dripping from around her mouth. I reached into my purse and pulled out a Kleenex from a package I keep for emergencies. I wiped her tears and helped her blow her nose so she could breathe easier. I began to wipe the drool from her face and became sickened and enraged at the same time when I realized that some of what I was wiping from the girl's chin and face was semen. Someone had forced this poor girl to perform fellatio by means of this despicable device wrapped around her head. There had to be some means of freeing this girl from this torturous position. I began to wonder what part Kenny had in this entire macabre scene. I could not believe that my little brother could have done this to another person. Yet how had this girl come to be chained in his apartment? I realized that the handcuffs and chains at her wrists actually had a little slack in them and were only looped around the legs of the sofa- bed frame. With a little effort I realized I might be able to get the loops around the legs and thus free the girl's arms from their stretched position then she could lean forward on them on the couch. I proceeded to do so. It hurt. I could tell by the girl's expression but she saw that I was trying to help and only grunted a little at the effort. The chains on her nipples pulled fiercely on them before I got her left arm free. The right arm was easier. I went around behind her to see about freeing her legs. Then perhaps she could climb over the sofa and lay down until I could find a way to unlock her chains. The girl's ankles were locked in metal handcuffs just like her wrists had been. These weren't the padded fleece or leather cuffs like you find at some store like Spencer's Gifts. These were the hard stainless steel kind used by the police. One end was attached around a limb, the other through a stout chain. The girl's legs were pulled wide apart so that she could barely stand. I could see her thigh's trembling with the strain. That's when I saw the other chain. It looped down around another pole at the bottom of the sofa back and came back up to attach itself to a ring in the girl's clit. It was then that I saw that this girl had also been vaginally and anally penetrated by her assailant or assailants. She had cum leaking down her legs and the chain. My own vagina spasmed as I imagined the pain this girl must have endured for such an assault. Her position was such that she had been completely locked in place. A little movement in any direction would have caused extreme pain. However now that her wrists were free a little more work and she could have her legs free. I lifted the back leg of the couch on the left side and slipped the chain loose. Then I proceeded to lift the right leg and loosed the chain. She was able to now bring her legs together and rest over the back of the sofa. The chains on her tits and pussy kept her from moving forward or backward or even to the side but she was obviously in a much better position. I looked at the locks and chains that were still attached to this girl. I realized I could do nothing more for her. They were too thick to cut with a pair of scissors or pry apart with a screw driver and I was afraid anything else might hurt her. She was quietly weeping and I chalked it up to the trauma that she had been through. Even if this girl did have her nipples and clitoris pierced that did not mean she had consented to being tortured, sodomized and assaulted while someone ransacked the apartment. I realized that regardless of my brother's involvement or lack there of I was out of my depth. I called the police. She seemed to understand what I was doing when I took out my cell phone and dialed 911. She became very agitated and shook her head no, but I couldn't understand the garbled noises she was making through the gag. She also didn't seem to understand when I spoke to her and asked if she knew where the key was in all of the mess. While I waited for the police and emergency response crew to arrive I looked around through the apartment. I found a sheet that had been tossed out on the floor and draped that over the girl's shoulders and hips to hide her nakedness. I could just imagine the thoughts and reactions of the policemen and firemen as they came through the door and saw this poor young woman in such an exposed position. Even if they didn't physically assault her like whoever had done so before I came, they would be thinking it. Just when I was starting to poke around in the mess on the floor I heard sirens and clambering up the stairs to my brother's apartment. Five firemen and six police officers bustled into the apartment. I was relieved to see that at least one of the paramedics was a woman as well as two of the police officers. One of the paramedics asked me what happened and what the problem was. I told him what I knew and had heard. I told them how I got in and what I found and what I had done. I saw several of the policemen taking notes. I don't think they believed me about the girl's condition until they took off the sheet and saw. The girl's face turned red, so did several of the men and one of the women police officer's. Mine did too. I could just imagine how embarrassed I would feel if I was in that situation. One of the police officers came over and started to ask me questions. I answered as best I could. I just didn't know the answers. I didn't even know if the girl had volunteered for this setup. In moments the firemen had snapped the locks and chains that held the girl restrained to the sofa bed. When she stood up she swayed a moment and the men caught her and lowered her onto the floor. They began to take various vital signs and medical condition readings on her. It was then that I realized how small and tiny this girl was. She was young too. Maybe eighteen or nineteen compared to my mid to late twenties. She almost looked like a child next to all of those men. She was only about five feet tall if even. She must have weighed about eighty five pounds. She had the long straight black hair that Asian people are known for. Her eyes appeared to be slightly slanted upward which I think indicates Japanese or Thai ancestry. Though now her eyes had more of the appearance of a deer caught in the headlights. Her face was elfin in shape. Her most unusual feature were her breasts which seemed unusually large for an Asian woman and for anyone her size. They looked larger than a man's hand could hold judging by the paramedic's hand that held a stethoscope between her breasts. Her breasts stood up proud and firm but nevertheless pulled naturally to the sides. It was obvious she was all natural where it counted and I was a little jealous that she was so well endowed while I was quite obviously normally sized with my C cups. The paramedics carefully removed the leather gag from her mouth by cutting it with large scissors. It was obvious that once that was out of the way she began to feel better but her sobbing became more apparent. The paramedics started to ask her some basic questions like what was her name. That's when another problem manifested itself. The girl seemed to only speak Chinese or something like that. She seemed to understand a little of what was said but all we could get from her was Chin Lee or something like that. "Do any of these clothes belong to her?" one of the policemen asked me. I looked around trying to understand what he meant. Then I realized something that I hadn't noticed. There were various pieces of women's clothing scattered around the room in all of the mess. Predominantly they were lingerie items such as panties and bras but there were other items too. Some seemed to be latex things. I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea. Why were all of these clothes here? Where did Kenny get them? Why did he have them? He certainly couldn't have had that many women come over and spend the night and leave them, could he? Two policemen in suits showed up. I really started to get nervous then. I wondered what was going on. One of them introduced himself as Detective Weber. He was tall, nice looking middle aged with a lot of gray at the temples. The other went to talk to the medics and patrol officers. "You're Debbie Miller?" he asked. I nodded my agreement. "Do you know who she is?" he asked pointing to the girl. I shook my head no. I was getting nervous like I had done something wrong but had no idea what. "I understand that this is your brother's apartment," he stated. I nodded affirmatively. "How did you end up here?" he asked. I told him why I had come over. "How long ago were you last here?" he asked. "Last summer when he moved in. Over a year ago," I said. "Are you and your brother close?" the detective asked. "I suppose. He's four years younger than me. I always had to watch out for him even when he moved here. But I talked to him pretty regularly on the phone - about once a month," I said defensively. Suddenly I felt like I was a creep. I remembered all of those times he bugged me as a kid, like when he tried to see up my skirt or to catch me changing after a shower, or when he'd bust out laughing when my date was going to kiss me good night. I remembered when he cried when I went to college. How he fixed my car, my computer and used to scare off the real creeps at school. He also was going to take on a college jock that had been rude to me one time when he came to visit. I looked around at the mess. "Detective my brother's okay isn't he? He's not hurt right?" I asked. Suddenly I was crying. I was afraid I might never see my brother again. The detective handed me a Kleenex. He shrugged, "I don't know Miss Miller. Right now we don't even know if there was a crime committed here. You did the right thing though - calling us. If your brother is in trouble we'll do the best we can to help him." "Do you know what kind of work your brother did? Where he worked?" the detective asked. He was looking over the room too. "He was a student in college but a friend of his and he were doing software development and web design. He said once that he had his own site," I replied, "he said they weren't dot coms but made enough to pay the bills and keep them in school." The detective nodded. Someone called him over to the girl and I looked down at my feet. Kenny's cowboy boots were there. They were scuffed and well used. He wore them every time I'd seen him. I couldn't imagine him leaving the apartment without them. I saw a paper envelope corner sticking out of one. It had some necklace chain falling out of it too. I bent down to see what it was. I picked up the envelope and found that it was partially glued shut. The chain had fallen out through one corner. There was a commotion around the girl and suddenly it seemed everyone was struggling with her as she tried to get up. I stuck the envelope in my pocket forgetting about it as I went over to see what was wrong with her. The detective said, "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. They may have someone that understands her. Check with the FBI and also INS too." They took the girl out and the firemen and paramedics went with her as well as one of the female officers. The apartment suddenly seemed a lot larger. The mess just seemed to spread. Now there were officers with gloves everywhere. One guy came in that looked like the stereotypical geek down to the flannel shirt, sneakers, wire rimmed glasses, and over the belt paunch. The only way I knew he was a cop was the badge clipped to his jeans pocket. In moments he had Kenny's computer up and running. I could tell he was looking through files. "Miss Miller, do you know what a webcam is?" Detective Weber asked me. "Sure it's a camera that takes a picture from your PC and lets you email it to someone else," I replied. "Yeah, it will also take video too," the Detective said. "Do you know why your brother had webcam's setup around the sofa bed?" "What?" I said. "The cameras," the detective nodded in their direction, "why are they there?" I looked really noticing them for the first time. I was perplexed. I said, "I have no idea." I realized that they would have had a perfect view of the girl and her assault. "Do you think they had film in them and were on when she was attacked?" I asked. The detective looked at me strangely. He sipped something from a thermos cup and said, "We'll know soon enough." "Hey Jim! Come look at this!" the computer geek called out. The detective I was talking too walked over to the computer as well as the other one and a couple of officers. I went also. Somehow I ended up being blocked from seeing what they were looking at without them obviously trying to do so. "Alright Frank, pack it up and take it back to the shop. I want to know everything that's on it by the end of the week," the big detective said. He turned to me. "Miss Miller your brother's computer may have evidence that could tell us if a crime was committed here. It may also help us find your brother if he's actually missing. I'd like to have our tech take it back to the station and check it out." "Uh, yeah, I guess so," I stammered out. I had the impression it wouldn't have mattered what I said; he would've taken the dumb thing anyway. I sat chewing my lower lip and tapping my foot while the police worked. More and more I had the impression the police were interested in something else besides finding my brother. I was getting worried. "Can you believe this guy? He's got everyone of these girls' clothes labeled with their name. I've heard of collecting souvenirs but this is like he didn't want to forget a single one," one of the techs said. Several of the techs around him chuckled and shook their heads. My brother wasn't some sort of sexual deviant. I knew there had to be a logical reason for all of this. I was sure it was much more harmless than it appeared. Detective Weber spoke gruffly to the group, "Alright, you wackos this is a crime scene so get your shit together and let's get out of here." You could see the tension form up in them again. "Do you want us to take the clothing?" one of the techs asked. The detective looked at it and said, "No, my guess is what we really need is in the computer. Just get a photo of each piece and I identify the name on the label. Let's get out of here." The detective made a point of saying, "You'll let us know as soon as your brother shows up?" He handed me his card. I promised I would but I didn't want to after the way they'd acted since finding whatever was on Kenny's computer. I wondered what he'd been up to and why he was in trouble. I managed to straighten up the place after the police left. It was late when I finished straightening up. I just couldn't understand why Kenny needed all of the women's clothes and the makeup. I found a vanity table that had been ransacked. When I finally got it back together I realized that Kenny had more finger nail polish, eye shadow, liner, and lipstick than I ever had. What's more is it was in so many different colors it was almost like he had kept on hand enough to do the Rockettes or any NBA cheerleader squad. I remained at Kenny's apartment hoping he would show up. Somehow I knew it was a lost cause but I remained anyway. When I woke up I was stiff and sore from sleeping on a too soft mattress. I did not like futon's and never had. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I placed the teddy and panty I had borrowed last night in the clothes hamper. I noticed when I looked inside that there was a mixture of guy's clothes and girl's clothes in there including lingerie. Someone had stayed there with Kenny very recently. I pulled an old pair of panties out and smelled them. I know it was weird but I was trying to figure out a mystery. The panties smelled of sweat and sex. I wrinkled my nose in distaste and tossed them into the hamper. These also had a label only this one said 'Black' and they were a lime green satin not black. Kenny had never mentioned a girlfriend to me or our parents. I showered and washed my hair. One thing about Kenny's apartment - it had everything a girl needed. I brushed my hair and dried it quickly letting my natural auburn waves go where they wanted. I didn't have time to fuss with it. I used some of the makeup I found from the night before and did my normal office face. I chose another clean set of panties and a demi bra that fit me. I didn't like having my boobs pushed up and out so much but it did enhance my figure. Choosing a top that was opaque enough to hide my nipples was hard. Kenny's collection was very risque. A pair of black knit pants completed my ensemble along with a dark pair of shoes. You know a girl could really enjoy herself in his closet. It was better than my own in some ways. What I didn't understand were the little girl sizes for panties, dresses and shoes. It just didn't make any sense. After my cup of coffee I gathered up my things. As I was doing so the envelope I had picked up the night before fell out of my jacket pocket and thunked on the floor. I had completely forgotten it. I picked it up and stuffed it inside my purse and ran off to work I didn't like being late. After work I called the number Detective Weber had given me. There was still no word on Kenny. I asked if the Chinese girl had been able to tell them anything. He said no but they did find out she was Thai. He would let me know as soon as they learned anything. He suggested I check back on Friday. After work I went home to my apartment. I kept wondering what could have happened to Kenny. I called my parents to find that they had not heard from him since the weekend. I just told them I was looking for him to help with some new furniture. I did not want to get them worried yet. I tossed and turned all night in my bed too. When I looked in my closet for something to wear to work I became depressed. The things in Kenny's closet although risque had seemed so alluring they were so much nicer than what I had to wear. In the end I chose a pair of tight jeans and a blue shirt with white stripes. I did decide to wear the demi bra again. I could wash it tonight when I got home and return it the next day when I went to Kenny's the next day after work. Work was the same as usual. It took me longer to get home since I had to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things. When I got to my apartment I was fumbling for my keys and trying to hold my groceries at the same time. As I was doing so I heard a thunk on the floor again. It was the envelope I had picked up from Kenny's place again. When I got the door open I kicked it inside and went over and put my groceries down. This time I picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside the envelope was a piece of jewelry. A thin necklace held a cheap metal medallion. It appeared to be a piece of costume jewelry with a painted antique brass finish. Apparently scratched or etched into the surface of the medallion was some kind of angel with wings and a long flowing robe. The detail was very faint so it was hard to say if it was an angel or not. On the back was something that looked like ancient roman letters but in another light it could have been Chinese characters. I could not understand why Kenny had it much less why it was in an envelope in his boots. I hung it around the neck of my owl statue and proceeded to put my groceries away. The next day I called Detective Weber at lunch time. He asked if I could come down to the station and answer a few questions regarding some things they had found on Kenny's computer. I told him I didn't know much about computers but I thought I might be able to leave a couple of hours early. Detective Weber had me meet with him and a woman officer in a little room. Right from the start I got nervous because it looked like one of those inquisition rooms in Law and Order. Detective Weber sat down in a chair at the table across the corner from me. He had a folder in his hand. "Miss Miller, could you tell me the last time you were at your brother's apartment before last Tuesday evening?" "It was in September of last year when I helped him move in," I replied. "You've never been back there before this week?" He asked. "No," I said, "it's awful I know. Especially since my parents asked me to keep an eye on him but I've been busy with work and things." I looked down into my lap and fiddled with my college class ring. "God I hope he turns up okay. I don't know how I'll face my parents if something's happened to him." Somehow I got the impression he didn't believe me. "What did you say your brother did?" the detective asked me. "He said he was running a web site. He made money from something he did with that. I never really asked as I don't really get into the web that much," I said. "Do you know the web address or any key words that might help us find the site?" he asked. I shrugged and shook my head no, "I'm sorry. God I feel so helpless. It's like I don't even know my own brother." "Go on," the detective said. I leaned back in the chair and put my hand on my forehead. "I lived with my brother until I went to college. I saw him then on holidays and for a couple of weeks during the summer. I know what he looks like. But I don't know what his hobbies are, what he's studying in school, who his friends are, who he's dating, or what kind of movies he likes. I know more about the people at work than I know about my own brother. I used to think our family was close. Now I wonder." I was almost crying when I looked up at the detective. "Miss Miller have you ever posed naked in front of a camera?" Detective Weber asked. "What? I said, surely he didn't ask what I think he asked. "Have you posed in the nude for someone to photograph you?" he asked again. I gasped. My mouth dropped open in shock. I felt like I'd just been hit by a truck. I looked at the woman officer to see if she had heard the same thing. She stood by the door as stoic as a statue. Her mouth was a thin tight line. "Never! Detective I don't know what this is about but that is the most rude and demeaning thing anyone has ever asked me and you better apologize right now or I'm going to file a complaint with your superiors," I finally retorted angrily when I realized he was serious. "Miss Miller one of the reasons that Officer Jenkins is here is because the questions are relevant to our investigation. Now would you mind telling me if you've ever at anytime posed nude for any one to photograph you? I wouldn't be surprised if you had. You're certainly attractive enough and I understand that they'll pay a young woman quite well. Besides it's that chance to be discovered as a star." He said. "Detective Weber, I have never posed naked for anyone at any time. The only photos that may exist of me dressed in a state less than a swimsuit would cover were taken when I was too young to remember and kept by my mother," I said stuffily. "I see," he said, "perhaps you could help me with something then." He reached into the folder and pulled out a piece of photo paper. "I don't think you'll be too offended but it would be very helpful if you could identify the subject of this photo." He placed a photo on the table in front of me. At first I just registered the fact that it was a scantily clad woman. She was wearing a lace panty and had a sheer scarf draped around her. Her breasts were exposed over her arm as she stared sexily at the camera. Then I recognized the face. It was my face. How could my face be in that photo? I had never posed for anyone in that manner. I would never do so. "Detective that is not me," I said. My voice trembled. "What about this one?" he said. This one was even worse. The woman wore nothing and sat on Kenny's futon sofa with her butt at the front edge and leaning back. Her legs were spread and you could plainly see her shaved crotch. Her hands reached down to the inside of her thighs and pushed her breasts together making them stand out further. "That's not me," I said with a little more conviction, "I've never shaved myself like that before." "Miss Miller, I'm sure you can see the position I'm in. Several photos of you naked appear on your brother's computer. You deny that you've ever posed like this. You deny having seen your brother in the last few weeks. These photos prove otherwise. Photos of far inferior quality have been used to convict people of murder, robbery, theft or shoplifting. Now you deny that this is you. Without some proof otherwise I think you're lying - about a lot of things," Detective Weber said almost gloatingly. He laid another photo out. This one showed me on the sofa with a fake penis in my vagina. The expression on my face was one of far greater pleasure than I ever got from the rare occasion I masturbated. It was embarrassing and I blushed even though it wasn't me. "It's not me," I said vehemently. "Do you know what Pornography is Miss Miller?" the Detective asked. The photo he laid out as he spoke showed me getting screwed doggie style. My breasts seemed larger in this photo noticeably hanging from my chest. How did they get someone with a mole on their back like I had? "Graphic images created for the prurient interest of the observer usually without any artistic or scientific value," I recited I tried to ignore the picture or wonder what it felt like in that position. The next picture had me surrounded by a group of males of various ethnic backgrounds. There were several cocks pointed at me, one in my mouth and two in my hands. I was shown sitting on one. There were more cocks in that picture than I had ever seen in real life. I couldn't figure out how someone had a scar on their right knee like I did too. "Your brother ran a pornography website. It covered a wide range of fetishes and topics. Even so pornography is rather hard to prosecute for obvious reasons. Even those states with laws against sodomy find it hard to prosecute perpetrators even with an explicit picture," the detective said. The picture he laid out had me straddling a man backwards and lowering myself onto his cock. Except that the photo plainly showed my empty shaved pussy and him entering my rectum. My butt clinched tightly thinking about enduring such a difficult entry. "That is not me!" I shouted, "I could never endure intercourse in that manner." "But the burden of proof in cases of incest or pedophilia is not as difficult. A simple picture will do," the detective said as he showed a picture of me laying on my back with a young boy between my legs. How could they find a boy that looked like Kenny when he was twelve? "But what's really disgusting to me is that nearly every nation is far less likely to punish someone for pedophilia than they are for bestiality. It's like somehow man's best friend should be protected more than our own children," the detective said as he laid the last photo out. It showed me once again doggie style. My too large breasts and thinner waist emphasized the size of the black hound that over shadowed me. His knot just visible through my folds showed us tied together. It was disgusting as I registered finally what the detective was saying. He was going to send me to jail for sex crimes that I hadn't committed if I didn't tell him something. I started to cry. I had no idea how Kenny got those pictures. I had not had as many sexual experiences as the sum total of these sample photos. Much less the variety and pleasure simulated or realized. Then through sight blurred by tears I saw it. It was just a glint - a white spot in a dark background. I dried my tears and flipped through the photos. I found the one of me getting stuffed anally. There it was plainly visible, a glint of shiny light that gave me salvation and hope. "I don't know what you're trying to pull," I said, "but, what does that look like to you?" I pointed at the girl's crotch - actually her clitoris. "A clit ring" he said. "And do you know if this photo is older or newer?" I asked. "The file date at the bottom says it was created about a month ago," Detective Weber said. "Detective those photos are not of me. And I can prove it. I have never had anything except my ears pierced. I know that if something is pierced and then healed the hole remains. Even if the hole closes for some reason a scar remains. All you have to do is choose a competent authority who can examine me and tell you that I'm telling the truth." I stated defiantly and clearly. Suddenly the detective didn't seem so sure. He looked at the woman officer and glanced at the one way mirror. "Wait here Miss Miller. I'll be right back," Detective Weber said. He left the room and I was left to look at the pictures of me in various positions of sexual stimulation - in ways I had never even imagined. One picture caught my eye. It showed me being fucked by someone that looked like Johnny Depp in the pirate's movie. It looked like I was in a state of sexual bliss that I had never come close to experiencing in any of the sexual encounters I had ever had. Of course you could count those times on one hand and still have fingers left over. I thought it might be faked. But the guy's expression caught my attention, an explosion of bliss and relief all at once in an instant - come and gone. What would it be like to experience that? I wondered. Something that when felt left you spent and drained. After a few minutes the detective came back in. "Okay Miss Miller. It's all set. You, me, Officer Jenkins and Detective Phillips are going over to County General. An OB/Gyn will perform an examination. If she says you're innocent I'll believe you and we'll do what we can to help solve this thing. If she says you've lied to me I'll send you so deep into jail you'll think you're in hell." I licked my lips nervously. It was all riding on one person's opinion. I knew what I had and hadn't done didn't I? I couldn't be wrong about this could I? My mind wasn't unhinged was it? I nodded my agreement. At the hospital I met a middle aged woman. Her hair was a dishwater blonde color her figure was full and mature. She reminded me of someone's mom. For some reason I felt safe with her. She introduced herself as Doctor Weber, chief of OB/GYN. Were they related? I instantly tensed up once again. "Come on back and tell me what's going on," she said to me. "Tom, you and Dick grab a seat with Linda. There's coffee in the lounge if you want." she said to the policemen. "Linda goes with you," Detective Weber said. "Has this girl been arrested or charged with anything?" the doctor asked. "She might be," He replied. "Well then right now she's my patient and not your suspect. Go on Tom I'll tell you what you want to know," the doctor said. "Come on girl. Let's go see if we can get this straightened out." I followed the doctor back to an examination room. She gave me a gown and let me stand behind a screen to change. While I changed she asked me to tell her what was going on. I quickly told her about my brother missing and the awful pictures the detective had. I had long finished changing by the time I got to the part about the piercing. She asked me to get up on the table and use the stirrups. I looked up at the ceiling. Pinned there was a beautiful poster of a beach at sunset. It helped me relax as the doctor examined me down there. The latex gloves were funny feeling but otherwise the doctor was gentle. "Have you had an internal exam lately?" she asked. "It's been a couple of years," I said. "Would you like for me to do one while I'm here? It's on the county's dime. You wouldn't have to do another until next year. I shrugged, "I guess." That thingy was cold and I jumped even though she warned me. After a little gentle probing. She said, "All finished. You can get dressed." "It's been a while since you've had sex. I doubt you're on the 'pill'; when you have sex you do use protection don't you?" she asked. I blushed from behind the screen, "Yes doctor I do. I still have some from the last time I bought some." "Well buy some new condoms for the next time. They only last about a year in the box. You don't want to have a nine month surprise for a little fun. Or worse yet get a life debilitating disease" the doctor said as she took off her gloves. I blushed again. I hadn't thought about the things expiring. "Okay darling, I need your permission before I say anything to the police out there. Do I have it?" the doctor asked. I nodded my agreement as I fixed my hair and came from behind the screen. "Tom I will write up a report for your files but this girl has never had her genitalia pierced by anything. She has barely had sex past her virginity. I also wish more women were as modest at her age, we might have less sexually transmitted disease," the doctor said bluntly to her husband. "What? What about the photos?" Tom said shocked. "I don't know but they're not her," she said, "maybe they're fakes." "No we checked," the other detective said. "Well maybe it's some kind of double," she said, that's you're job to figure out," she said to both detectives. Then she said to her husband, "Are we still on for dinner?" "Yeah, I'll be by at eight thirty to pick you up," he said. "Great, see you then," she reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek and then walked back into the bowels of the hospital. For just an instant the two of them closed out the world and I saw the love they held for each other. It was so beautiful. I wished I could find someone to love like that. On the way back to the police station I asked if the Asian girl had been able to tell them anything about Kenny. They said she didn't know very much. She said Kenny had let her in the apartment and given her some instructions. He left to leave her alone while she did the photos. She had been posing with the handcuffs and chains when some men broke into the apartment. They're the ones who chained her to the sofa. She says she hasn't seen or heard from Kenny since. I asked if I could talk to her, did they know where she was. They shrugged and said she was at INS. I asked why INS and they said she was apparently an undocumented alien. Therefore INS had taken her into custody. I didn't understand it. A victim of a crime was being treated as a criminal without consideration for her situation. After the detectives let me leave the station it was late and I wanted to stop by Kenny's place. Nothing had changed since I left. The place was in partial disarray. I did some more straightening. I put folded clothing back in drawers, stacks of books on shelves, coiled wires around equipment. As I worked it became obvious that the detective had been right about Kenny. I wondered why Kenny had done these things. How he could do such disgusting photos. I wanted to know how he could do the ones of me. I found some files about a few porn websites in one of the kitchen drawers. I was surprised the police missed it. They must've been more occupied with the computer, the clothes and the girl. After a little deciphering I realized it was a fantasy dream lover site. I took out my laptop and started surfing the web looking for the site. After a little time I found the site. It was pretty obvious it was Kenny's site because there I was spread wide open for anyone to see. The only way I could tell it wasn't me was because the woman had pulled up one boob so far that she was sucking on her nipple that seemed as large as her thumb. What I didn't understand is how they could find someone that had the same gap in her teeth like I did? I mean the detective said they had determined that none of the photos were morphs or cut and paste stitches of someone's body and face. I was amazed. The site promised to provide photos and even videos of any fantasy lover you desired. They could even be made in your favorite setting or scene. It only required a payment of three hundred dollars, a photo, and an article of clothing if you wanted someone specific. If it was a generic lover then it was a fee of two hundred dollars and a description of the lover. If an individual wanted to appear to be shown in the scene then it only required an additional two hundred plus, an article of clothing. Any purchase also entitled the buyer to unlimited access to the existing photos and videos. I used one of the passwords that were given on the printouts I found to get access into the site. The front page didn't do justice to the site. I can't begin to describe everything I found in there. Some of it was just plain weird like the guy with a cock the size of a horse's, or the girl with four breasts but some were pretty common. A lot included pictures of the Asian girl even though her breasts didn't look as big in photos as when I found her. There were a lot of pictures of actresses, some having sex with average guys some just lewd. There were a lot though of famous actors with average girls like the one the detective had of me. By the time I logged off though I was pretty upset. Kenny had found someone purposefully who looked like me. He even labeled her pictures with my name. Then he'd purposefully posed her in the most despicable poses. The detective had chosen the most graphic and obvious pictures but they'd not been the most obscene or bizarre. I was hurt that my brother had used a likeness of me in this manner. I hadn't been so worried about his loss I would have been angry. Sunday I went back to my apartment to get things ready for the coming week. There was a huge dog hanging around the apartment entrance when I left with the saddest eyes. He whined when he saw me and I ended up giving him a little of my breakfast sandwich. I realized he had been in the photos too. I wondered had Kenny just used anyone he'd found for his site? Monday when I got to work I saw a group of men standing by the coffee machine talking. They clammed up when I walked in except for perfunctory pleasantries. When I walked out they burst out laughing and I wondered if they had been to Kenny's site. Was that why they were laughing I turned red thinking what they might have seen. I was going to have to see if I could shutdown the site. I nearly died when I got to my cubicle and logged onto my computer. There was an email from Kenny from his site address. It read, "Dwebba, Help me. See Asian girl." I knew it was from Kenny because he used my nickname from when he was a little boy. I called the detective but he said the girl had told no one anything helpful. He would make arrangements for he and I to see her if I wanted. I agreed. He also told me they could not find his partner and friend Thomas. They had added him to the missing person's list. The next day the girl repeated her story to me and the detective that she had given earlier. The INS interpreter seemed to have a hard time understanding her. I did ask why and he said she used a strange dialect he hadn't heard before. I asked him what was going to happen to her. He said she would be deported because she had no papers to stay here and her language proved she was illegal. I said she had been a rape victim didn't that make her eligible to stay? He said no she needed a sponsor to stay. The same dog was at Kenny's place again. Somehow he'd gotten onto the fire escape. I ended up letting him in. I figured he was as much a victim of Kenny as me, or the Asian girl. I gave him some of the meat in Kenny's fridge so it wouldn't spoil. The next day I got another email from Kenny. It read, "Dwebba, See girl alone. Kenny." This seemed strange. Somehow he knew I'd seen the girl. I typed a reply, "Why won't you call me? Why see her?" I never got a response back. When I got in today another email was waiting. "Dwebba, Cannot. Time almost gone. Kenny." At lunch time I went to see the girl. I didn't understand anything she said. I got frustrated and so did she. Our conversation devolved into charades. I figured out though that she could understand English some but speaking was a lot harder. The best I could figure out was she wanted me to give her a necklace. One that was in something that she thought I had. Just as I was leaving she said, "Necklace on internet. I wear for site. Ask someone." That was the best English she'd spoken but it was still garbled. What necklace was on the internet? I found out from the guard that on Friday, Miss Chin Lee was being deported to Thailand where they thought she was from even if she denied it. It seemed really sad and unfair. I got home tonight and found that same big dog at my house. I have no idea how he got there. When I let him in he went berserk nearly knocking over my Owl statue. I rescued the Owl and found that silly necklace still on it. I managed to get the dog quiet. I told him if he didn't shut up I'd have to call the pound and they would come get him. He shut right up. Getting ready for bed I realized that maybe the girl meant this necklace - the one with the winged angel scratched on it. I?ve been checking the internet for anything about necklaces with angels. I haven?t been very successful so I'm posting this to as many sites as I can. Hoping that someone can help me please find my brother. Can you help me please? ****** This story is based upon the Alternate Fates Universe created by Jennifer Adams. Everything in here is fictitious and bears no resemblance to anything living or dead. Graphic Scenes are described and violence is implied or realized. Sexual acts that are in many places outlawed are implied. Transgender and transformation changes are implied. If you are under the age of 18 do not read or download this material. Permission to post this story to a free story site is granted as long as the author?s name is included in the story and the author may have free access to the site and story. Contact the author at [email protected]