Faith In Jamaica

By Lilith Goode

A beautiful young girl, raised in isolation on a backwater farm in Kentucky by a strict, religious father who blamed her for her mother's death during her birth, finds herself in Jamaica in an arranged marriage with a sex trafficker. After managing to escape from him and his partner she is thrust into a world she knows nothing about, one containing computers and cellphones, microwaves and movies. This is the story of her adventure as she discovers friendship for the first time, learns about the modern world, and explores the pleasures of sex while trying to evade her ex-husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Aug 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310477614

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake.My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac.When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out).Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like.I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac.At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it.That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica.(I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the sex down so I could sell them as straightforward fiction, but what fun would that be?)And I'm sorry, but I don't see the point in writing if you don't tell a story, so you'll just have to suffer through the myriad adventures my girls and gurls encounter as they bounce from one bed to another. Or the couch, desk, floor etc... I'm still trying to figure out how to write a sex scene on the ceiling, although I've come pretty close to it with Dove.Most of my early works were either centered around sexually 'enthusiastic' girls, or a little later, BBC loving ones, but for some time now I've been interested in trans girls. I blame Supergirl, and the lovely and talented young trans actress who was featured on that show. Because, let's face it, if I'm fascinated by the thought of a young girl transitioning from a virgin to a sex maniac after her first time, then the idea of a boy who does the same thing, sacrificing not only his 'cherry' but his male identity, is positively irresistible.(A friend once told me I was contrary. I argued with them, of course, but they have a point. I love stories or characterizations that challenge the rules or norms of society. What can I say? I'm just a troll at heart.)So, along with my usual fare, you'll find a lot of my more recent works feature sissies or trans girls. If you're not into that sort of thing, make sure you check my categorizations. Don't worry, you'll still find lots of sweet young nymphomaniacs and hot interracial sex among my other works.As always, I would be greatly appreciative of any feedback regarding my writing style that anyone would care to share with me, either directly at [e-mail] or by posting reviews of my works on-line wherever you purchased your edition. Also, good news for all you people out there who, like me, love free stuff. I'm not getting any younger, and I like the idea of people reading my books after I'm gone, so I've decided to make all of them free from now on, including any future ones. I've got about four I'm trying to finish up before that final visitor shows up knocking on my door, (including a cute takeoff on Grimms' Fairy Tales that I hope to have out in a couple of weeks) so keep an eye out for them. I'm not exactly clear on how it works, but I think if you either sign up for alerts or 'favorite' me you'll get notified when I publish something new, so you might want to do one or both of those things if you haven't already.XOXO,Lilith

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Faith In Jamaica

Copyright 2014 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

Cover Image Credit: Shutterstock / paultarasenko

ISBN: 9781310477614

Can a naïve young girl raised in isolation in the backwoods of Kentucky, ignorant of modern technology, escape the clutches of the sex trafficker who pretended to marry her and find true love and happiness in Jamaica? She just might, with a little help from the group of young men she met on the beach!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1 - White Wedding

Chapter 2 - Our House

Chapter 3 - Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny See Thru Bikini

Chapter 4 - A Tasty Slippery Nipple

Chapter 5 - Ready For Love

Chapter 6 - In The Black Room

Chapter 7 - Sex On The Beach

Chapter 8 - 50 Ways To Please Your Lover

Chapter 9 - Faith’s Boys

Chapter 10 - I’m Hiding Out

Chapter 11 - Heads Will Roll

Chapter 12 - Black King, White Queen

Chapter 13 - Kissing Ass

Chapter 14 - Naked Girls All In A Row

Chapter 15 - Girls On Film

Chapter 16 - Working For A Living

Chapter 17 - To Sir With Lust

Chapter 18 - Out To Sea

Chapter 19 - Loving Lisa

Chapter 20 - Breaking A Leg

Chapter 21 - Moving Day

Chapter 22 - Back In Black

Chapter 23 - I’m An It Girl Now

Epilogue

Prologue

Again!

Desperately she searched her mind for the answer. She knew it, after all it was the most basic one. Why couldn’t she remember it? Although she knew the answer, really. There had been blood between her thighs when she had woken, and she was scared. She didn’t know what it was. She thought she was ready to go to Heaven, but somehow, now that it looked like the moment might be approaching, she discovered she was nervous. What if she went to Hell? The thought terrified her. She choked back her sobs and tried again.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

And God said, Let there be light, and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light day, and the darkness he called night. And there was evening, and there was morning - The first day.

As the girl continued to recite the lines she waited tensely, but no further admonishments were forthcoming. Without a sound her father left the room.

As required, she got on her knees and prayed. This was one of the times for her silent prayers, and during those times she always prayed for the same thing. She prayed that the part that said, So God created mankind in his own image was wrong. It had to be wrong. Surely God was better than that?

Chapter 1 - White Wedding

I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

I heard the words and smiled beneath my veil. At last! I lifted my veil and turned to Mark, my new husband. It felt so strange to think that. I liked his name, Mark. It was a good name, one in the Bible. Briefly I wondered again what sort of person he was. I hoped he was good. I hoped he wouldn’t beat me too often. I made a vow to myself that I would be a good wife, so he wouldn’t have to.

Closing my eyes and pursing my lips I waited for my first kiss. I felt Mark’s lips press against mine. It felt strange, the way they smooshed up against them, but in a good way, one that made tingles run up my spine. Tingles of joy, I thought they must be.

Tentatively I started to wrap my arms around his back, but he was already pulling away. I understood. There were people present. My daddy, the Minister, Mark’s friend Ron, who was his best man, and the Minister’s wife, who had volunteered to be my Maid of Honor since I didn’t have one.

The Minister’s wife made Mark and myself stand in front of a stained glass window and took our picture with a camera that spit the photo out instantly. She waved it in the air for some reason, then handed it to me.

Here, honey. Every bride should have a picture to remember her wedding day by.

I thought she looked sad when she handed it to me. I thought she looked sort of sad whenever I saw her looking at me. I couldn’t imagine why. This was a day of joy, of celebration! Maybe she was just a sad person. I felt sorry for her and decided I’d say a prayer that she find happiness. I took the photo and looked at it, smiling. It was wonderful!

The Minister’s wife had set out some sandwiches, chips, and a cake, as well as a bottle of champagne, on top of a desk in a small room. The rest of the room contained chairs with small attached desks arranged so they faced the big desk. I guessed it was where they taught the Sunday school classes.

I’d always enjoyed my times at Sunday school, even though the other children had made fun of me, or worse. They’d thought I was strange because I didn’t go to regular school and didn’t dress like they did. My dresses were appropriately modest. Their outfits were scandalous, according to my daddy.

I hesitated when I was offered the plastic glass of champagne, but I sort of thought not all countries had the same laws we had in the United States regarding how old you had to be. I must have heard something about it on the radio one time or another. Maybe you only needed to be eighteen here. I’d turned eighteen the week before. Or maybe you were just allowed an exception on your wedding day.

I felt like giggling as I took it from the Minister’s wife. So many firsts today. My first kiss, my first alcoholic drink, my first time meeting my new husband. My first time outside of America!

A shiver of excitement ran up my spine when I thought that. I’d never dreamed I’d ever visit anywhere outside of the United States, much less live there! Really, I’d never thought about living anyplace other than the small town in Kentucky I’d been raised in. Or rather, nearby. Our farm wasn’t in the town, of course. And soon, I thought, would be another first, the first time I would spend the night away from my house. With my new husband.

I grew nervous when I thought about that, but it was an excited kind of nervous. I wasn’t sure exactly what would happen, although I knew in a general way. After all, we’d had animals on the farm. I hoped it didn’t hurt. It sort of always looked like it was hurting the females when I saw it happening. They never seemed to like it. But if it did, I would endure it. I knew what was to come was my wifely duty, and my duty to God. I would do anything to please my new husband. That was also my duty.

If I may propose a toast!

I looked at Ron, who had his glass held up in the air in front of him, wondering what was happening. Looking at me, he said, Faith, I don’t really know you. But you are a very beautiful young lady who I am certain will bring my friend Mark many years of pleasure and happiness. I wish you a long and prosperous union. Then he looked at Mark, and said, Mark, my oldest and best friend, I’ve known you all my life, and I know what kind of man you are, so I know you’ll enjoy a prosperous future with Faith. May you provide each other with as many new experiences as you each deserve.

I smiled. What a nice thing to say! I was blushing, because no one had ever told me I was beautiful before. I knew it wasn’t true, but it was still real nice of him to say it.

Mark said, Thank you, Ronald while everyone else took a sip of their champagne. I waited until Mark had taken a sip before taking one myself. Then I giggled, to my embarrassment. The bubbles tickled! I finished the glass and then everyone was congratulating Mark and myself. My daddy told me to make sure I was a good and obedient wife. Of course, I already knew that.

When they had finished the Minister said a blessing and we ate the food, after which the Minister’s wife announced, It’s time to cut the cake.

I would have thought that was kind of obvious, but maybe it was some sort of tradition. I thought it must have been, because she came over and told Mark to hold the knife and then told me to place my hand on the top of the blade and him to place his other hand on top of mine while he cut it. Mark put the first slice on a plate, cut off a small section, and took it in his hand, which I thought strange, and then held it up to my mouth. Blushing again, I let him put it in my mouth.

Faith, you should feed your husband a piece now.

I cut a small piece and picked it up. When I raised it to Mark’s lips he smiled and winked at me as he took it in his mouth. It made me feel shivery inside, but in a nice way. I thought I must have peed a little because I could feel dampness forming between my legs. I decided he must be a good person.

Afterward the Minister’s wife cut everyone a slice and passed them around. I was so nervous by then I could barely eat it but made myself eat some out of politeness.

The very last thing that happened was everyone else went outside to the front of the church while Mark and I waited inside, and when he took my hand and led me out the door, they threw rice on us!

I had heard of that somewhere, but had forgotten about it, so it took me by surprise, and I giggled again as Mark led me down the sidewalk to where his car was waiting. He held the door open for me (another first!) before walking around to his own side of the car.

*****

I looked at Mark’s profile as he drove. He was so handsome! I guessed he was in his mid-thirties, with short, nicely groomed brown hair, neatly trimmed sideburns that came to the middles of his ears, and very green eyes, much darker than my own. He also had a very strong looking body, from what I could see under his suit.

When I thought about his body I shivered and must have peed again, because I definitely felt like I was getting wet between my legs. I hoped there wasn’t something wrong with me.

How do you feel, Faith?

Happy, Mark.

He turned and smiled a dazzling smile.

We’re going to have such a good time! I promise you a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life!

I inhaled sharply as the area between my legs tingled and sort of clenched up as it became even moister. I prayed I wasn’t getting sick. That would be such a shame, on my wedding night. Although whatever it was almost felt kind of nice.

I’ll never forget anything about this day.

He took my hand and held it as he turned his attention back to the road, and I was certain my panties got even wetter. It didn’t smell like urine though, but had a sort of musky odor. I hoped it would go away, and even more that Mark wouldn’t notice it. I was glad his car was one of those with a top that folded down, and he had put it down for the drive to his house.

I stared at the ocean as we drove, amazed at how much water there was, and how blue it was. It was a paler blue than I had always pictured the ocean being, more a light greenish blue, like my eyes.

I smiled when I thought that. I hoped I’d get a chance to go in the water. I didn’t know how to swim, but I could walk in it if it wasn’t too deep. I could see other people wading in it near the shore as we passed by, so decided it must be all right. I noticed the people, especially the girls, seemed to be wearing very little in the way of clothes. A lot of them didn’t even seem to have a top on, although the strip of beach was very wide before it got to the water, with a grassy section full of funny looking trees between it and the road, so I was sure I must be mistaken.

I wanted to ask Mark if we could go in the water but was a little nervous about speaking to him first. Plus, I didn’t own a swimsuit. My daddy would have had conniptions if I’d ever asked him to buy me one of those! Especially if it looked anything like what the people on the beach were wearing. Besides, there wasn’t anywhere to go swimming on the farm anyhow. But I could wear a pair of jeans and roll them up or something. I bit my lip and gathered up my courage.

Mark?

Yes, dear?

My panties got wetter, and I shivered. Something was definitely wrong with me! I hoped I wasn’t coming down with the flu or some strange tropical disease.

Can we go in the water sometime?

Whatever you want, honey. We’ll do it when we get to my cottage.

He was definitely a good person. I liked him. Which made me glad, of course, since I’d be spending the rest of my life with him. I smiled and looked at the ring he’d given me. It was a diamond, a big one. I’d never seen a diamond up close before. I was fascinated by the way it sparkled in the sunlight.

I could feel the wind blowing my long, platinum blonde hair around, but it was silky and mostly straight, with just a little wave, and easy to brush out, so I wasn’t worried. It felt nice. I could feel my body relax, as if a weight was being lifted off me. Eighteen years of weight, I thought it must be.

Not that my daddy was a bad man. He was a good, God fearing one, who’d raised me to respect my elders and the Good Lord and to learn my Bible. It was just that it had been so lonely on the farm. The only real neighbor was Mrs. Hinson who lived on the next farm over a couple miles away, and she didn’t have any children.

Mrs. Hinson was always nice to me and would sometimes let me help her with the housework and talk to me if I was bored. She’d serve me milk and cookies, and coffee when I got older, and tell me about her life when she was a young girl. She’d grown up in a big town, like a city I guessed, and I was amazed at a lot of the things she told me, about how she’d go to parties and fairs and even carnivals when they were in town. When she would tell me about the dances she had attended at her school it would make me wish I went to school. School sounded like so much fun!

Our town, Arrowhead, was too small to attract anything like that. It was mostly just the business street, where Dan’s Diner was, which was a restaurant with six small tables and a lunch counter with four stools. Next to it was a general store that was also the post office, then a barber shop, and last a hardware store. Across the street was a gas station that repaired cars and trucks, the town hall, where the mayor’s office was, and the church. There was also a farmer’s market on the corner where the main street intersected the highway, where daddy sold whatever extra produce we had and bought the things we didn’t grow ourselves.

Arrowhead had a couple dozen houses in it, and a school bus came and took the children to school and brought them home every day. The town was about ten miles from my house, and there was a bigger one about fifteen more miles down the highway where they had a feed store, and a lot of others, along with the school the children went to, but I hardly ever went there, maybe once or twice a year when I needed clothes.

About fifty miles away was a huge town, a city, where there was a Walmart, which is a gigantic store that sells pretty much everything on earth as far as I could tell the few times I’d been there. It was always full of people, and I felt strange in it, because I wasn’t used to being around so many people and because no one else seemed to wear the long dresses I did. Whenever we went there people would stare at me, which always embarrassed me.

Chapter 2 - Our House

When we got to the cottage, which was a lot bigger than I’d thought cottages were, Mark brought the suitcases in from the car while I went inside and looked around. It was startlingly cool, and I realized it must be air-conditioned. I’d been in air-conditioned buildings of course, but never a house. I hadn’t even known houses could be air-conditioned. Then again, I could probably count the number of houses I’d been in on one hand.

It was very clean and modern looking. There was a living room with a maroon-colored leather couch and two side chairs facing a very thin TV fastened right to the wall. I knew what televisions were because Mrs. Hinson had one, although it didn’t look anything at all like this one did.

Just past the living room was a kitchen on the right and a hallway on the left, with a pair of double doors with glass panes set into them that led outside between the two. I decided to see the bedrooms first, since I’d seen kitchens before. Well, I’d seen bedrooms before, too, of course, but kitchens were all pretty much the same and bedrooms were each different inside.

The hallway had a door at the end of it and one on either side. I tried the side doors. The first one opened into a really big bedroom, larger than our living room back home. It had a small bathroom attached to it. I would have thought it was Mark’s and mine, (which, when I thought it, made me blush and get excited again) but it looked empty and unlived in.

Once I was back in the hallway, I tried the door across from it, but it was locked.

When I walked to the room at the end of the hall, I was amazed to find it held a gigantic bedroom, which I thought must be as big as my whole house. It wasn’t really, of course, because our house back home had two floors above the main one we lived in. Daddy had walled off the third floor to save on heating and used the second floor mostly for storage.

I thought this bedroom might be as large as our first floor. It was so big it had another living room set angled in one corner facing a gigantic four poster bed with netting over it, and a couple of doors set into the walls. There was even another one of those funny looking TVs attached to the wall facing the bottom of the bed.

One of the doors led to a bathroom with an enormous bathtub that looked like it was about eight feet long and seven feet wide, although part of that was a deck about a foot wide that surrounded the whole tub. It was made out of a beautiful black marble with little pink lines running through it. In one corner of the room was some sort of large, glassed-in box. When I slid the door open, I realized it was a shower. It looked like four people could fit in it comfortably.

There was a regular looking sink cabinet with a countertop made of the same black marble, which was several times larger than any I’d ever seen in a house, with two adjacent sink bowls, and a vanity built into one end of it. There were also two toilets, one normal looking one and one funny looking one. I went back into the bedroom and Mark was setting my big suitcase on the bed.

Well, honey, do you like it?

It’s beautiful! Everything is so big! Why does it have two toilets? Well, is that other thing a toilet?

It’s a bidet.

I looked at him blankly and he added, It’s a toilet for washing your ass and pussy.

My eyes opened real wide and my mouth dropped open in astonishment. He looked amused.

I’m sorry. I guess this is all pretty strange to you. You’re going to find people are more casual around here. It’s more free. No one is judging you. You’ll get used to it.

All right I replied dubiously. If I did, I suspected it might take a while.

I’ll finish bringing everything in and then we’ll go to the beach. Why don’t you finish looking around?

Leaving the bedroom, I went to look at the kitchen. I’d been wrong when I said a kitchen was a kitchen. This one looked sort of like a kitchen, but there were a whole lot of things in it I’d never seen before.

It had an oven, and something above it that I didn’t understand the purpose of, a small, oblong, glass-fronted box with printed numbers on one side of it. When I went to look at it, I noticed the range top had no burners, but just a glass top with painted on circles, like pictures of burners.

Shaking my head in bewilderment I looked at the refrigerator. It looked fairly normal, although it was about three times as big as the one we had back home. There was a hollow box-like space in front with a small lever hanging down. When I pushed it a bunch of very small ice cubes began pouring out of the top of the hollow. I jumped back in surprise and giggled.

I found some dish rags in a drawer and cleaned up the ice, and as I was dumping the cubes in the sink, I noticed another device set in the lower cabinets next to it. It had a handle, and when I pulled on it the door swung down, and I saw what appeared to be dish drainers inside it. I thought it was a very strange place to keep them.

Faith? Honey? Would you like to change into a bikini and go to the beach?

I returned to the bedroom and said, I don’t have one, but I can put on a pair of jeans and roll the legs up.

He looked amused, and replied, That’s okay, honey. I got your clothes sizes from your father and bought you some things. Here.

He led me to the second door in the wall, the one I hadn’t had time to explore before Mark came in. It opened into another room, not as large as either of the bedrooms but probably about the size our living room had been.

I couldn’t believe that this room seemed to be just a closet. There were all kinds of suits and outfits hanging along racks lining all four walls and built-in cabinets in some sections. He led me to one of them about the size of a dresser and said This is yours. The swimsuits are here.

He opened a drawer and I stared at a bunch of things that looked like panties and bras, but a lot smaller. A whole lot smaller. He picked a pair of white bottoms up and held them out to me.

Here, try this on.

I opened my mouth to ask him if he was crazy and then realized that wasn’t any way to start my marriage and wasn’t exactly a good way to start off being a dutiful wife.

It’s awfully small.

It’s what people wear here. If they wear anything.

I knew he must be teasing me. Tentatively I took it. The entire thing consisted of a piece of string for a waist band, another piece of string hanging below it for the bottom piece, and a tiny triangular wedge of fabric in the front. I frowned at it.

Faith, it’s all right honey. Really. Go ahead and try it on. Here, I’ll help you get your dress off.

I backed away instinctively and then forced myself to stop. He was my husband after all. Slowly I turned around and let him unzipper my long white dress. It was so beautiful. When I first saw it, I couldn’t believe my daddy had bought me an actual wedding dress. Now I wondered whether maybe Mark had done it.

I inhaled sharply as he slid the fabric down my shoulders and off my arms. I wasn’t even sure what kind of material it was made out of, but it was so soft I’d had to force myself to not keep running my hands down it the whole time I’d been wearing it.

As Mark slid it off me it felt so good as it brushed against my skin and made me feel all funny inside. Or maybe it was because a man was undressing me for the first time in my life. I could feel his hands slowly sliding down my shoulders, and then my arms, as he slid the dress off. I was trembling so hard he asked, Faith? Are you all right?

Yes I answered in a very tiny voice that even to me sounded like it was about to start crying.

He turned me around, pulled me up against him, and began to rub my back.

You’re going to be fine, Faith. If you want, we can drive back to town, and you can buy a swimsuit you’ll be more comfortable in. Or you can try this one on and we can go to the pool in the backyard. It’s private, there are bushes all around it. You can get used to how it feels where no one can see you.

The feel of my breasts pressing against his chest was so distracting it took me a couple moments to remember to say, Okay.

Would you like me to leave the room while you change?

Yes, please.

All right. I’ll be in the bedroom.

I waited until he had left, after first opening a drawer in one of the other cabinets for a pair of swim trunks. Once he was gone, I finished taking my dress off and carefully hung it up, pausing to run my palms down the material. It was a shame I’d never get to wear it again.

I noticed several dresses hanging on the rod next to the dresser, but they were very odd looking. A lot of them seemed to be made out of brightly colored fishnet or some sort of fine mesh material that you could see through, and they were so short I wasn’t sure whether they were dresses or long tops. Even the ones made out of regular material seemed to have lots of holes in various spaces where dresses usually didn’t feature holes.

I finished taking the rest of my things off, (including the white silk stockings, which had also felt so good against my skin! I’d sure never worn silk stockings before, especially ones that only came up to the middle of my thighs! I wore regular pantyhose beneath my dresses when I went to Church.) When I removed my panties, which were soaked, I wondered what to do with them. I’d have to wash them before I wore them again, that was for sure.

I looked around until I noticed a small wastebasket. It was empty and clean inside, so I dropped them into it until I could find out where the laundry baskets were kept. Reluctantly I pulled the bikini bottoms on.

Once they were in place there were a whole bunch of long, silky, platinum blonde hairs poking out all around the top and sides of the triangle, and a