All through the night, the wind and rain continued. The storm had started as a Category 3 hurricane over the Atlantic, hitting shore along the Georgia coast. From there, it weakened to a tropical depression that moved over North Carolina and Tennessee.
As the night turned to morning, the storm continued.
Lara awoke around the same time she always woke, an hour before sunrise. Her internal clock was used to the schedule. Even though the sun had not yet risen, ample light had already poured through the dense forest. Despite the cold temperature, the wind and the rain, she remained warm and dry under her nest of used clothes and blankets.
But just as with any other morning, she needed to pee right away.
There was only one thing she could do. Brave the elements.
She pushed her way through the entrance covered over with ivy and fern, which doused her with cold water, and trotted out a short distance under pitch black early morning, and then crouched down. The water drops falling from the tree canopy pelted her head and back, and the cold wind made her shiver. When she finished, she ran back inside.
Now, wet from head to toe, and shaking all over, she pulled out a t-shirt from her bedding and dried herself off.
Her normal routine would be to eat some breakfast and drink some water, wait for a half-hour, and then walk several yards out to defecate. By this time, there was enough morning light to make a mile hike through the woods to bathe in the lake. From there, she'd hike another half mile to the campground to forage for more food, supplies, and whatever else she found useful. All this would finish just as the sun rose above the horizon.
But she didn't want to hike a mile to the lake in this cold stormy weather. She still had her morning movement, and a few other times to pee throughout the day, but otherwise, she remained in the confines of her dry and warm abode.
She lit the candles standing on the wicker picnic basket and decided to read a newspaper she picked up a couple days ago from the trash bin. Thumbing through the pages, she found the movie listings, and one in particular that was replaying the full six episodes of Star Wars.
It reminded her of the many times she and Teresa sat in the theater...
"Here, have a drink." Teresa said to Lara, as they sat next to each other as the movie began.
Lara took a sip from a large Styrofoam cup of Coca-Cola.
As the movie played, the two girls reclined back into their seats and enjoyed a matinee showing of Star Wars, Return of the Jedi.
Not too long into the movie, Teresa picked up the cup and moved it to her other side. She wasted no time getting into her normal routine controlling and manipulating her playmate. Lara had become well-conditioned to submit to Teresa's sexual aggression, which had increased in frequency and intensity by this time. There weren't many moments when Teresa didn't grab Lara in public. Teresa owned Lara and frequently established that fact throughout their moments together.
Lara's clothing was always first to be addressed.
"Take 'em off." Teresa instructed.
Lara sat up immediately, unbuttoned her shorts, removed them, along with her tank-top, and set them both aside, sitting nude in the darkened theater. Teresa continued with her exploits while Lara sank into her seat, all occurring with total compliance and no question.
Once Teresa felt satisfied, Lara was allowed to sit back up into her seat.
"Don't put your clothes on until I tell you to."
"Yes, Master." Lara submitted.
And such was a common routine between them, with Teresa building a growing appetite for sexual aggression, and Lara feeling a heightened sense of eroticism underneath Teresa's strength and protection.
But as the two girls progressed into the first year of high school together, Teresa ventured into new territory when it came to wielding her control. There was a certain amount of intellect that she derived in finding more creative and artistic ways to express her perversion across a blank canvass named Lara.
Teresa also took an interest in making Lara wear revealing clothing. Some of it was cut very short while others were made of see-through material. Teresa made her wear them at the mall, along the waterfront, and other various public places. It made Lara feel embarrassed, which perhaps might be strange for a nudist, but in such a garb, she felt it looked ridiculous. Nonetheless, it made Teresa feel powerful.
Lara was also required to wear short cut skirts with no panties, and then "accidentally" expose herself in public by bending over or sitting down. Teresa took great pleasure in watching the reaction of others.
These acts only caused Lara to lose her self-esteem. She descended into a spiral of degradation and humiliation, becoming more dependent on Teresa's praise and protection.
After the two were forcibly separated, Lara continued her nudity at home, but became more recluse. She rarely left her bedroom when not in school. It was only at this time that Lara's mother had become struck with what had been going on with her daughter during her relationship with Teresa. She had noticed any of the signs.
Even though Lara repeated blamed her mother for ignoring her, her mother didn't agree she was that bad of a mother. She defended herself by pointing out that she had frequently offered to buy her nicer clothes, go out on mother-daughter dates, and ask about how she was doing and feeling.
But the fact that Lara never knew her father, nor had anyone as a father-figure, left her feeling undesirable and defective. She reasoned that her father didn't want her, explaining why he had never sought to see her, sent her cards or gifts, or expressed concern for her well-being. This created frustration and anger in her, to the point where she blamed her mother for all sorts of reasons.
Lara, however, was correct that her mother didn't put in as much effort as she could have in helping her daughter feel loved and cherished. Her mother often chose to spend her free time dating men and going out with friends.
After the separation from Teresa, Lara rehabilitated under Julia's friendship, and the two became inseparable friends.
But despite the rehabilitation, the blueprint had already been wired into Lara's neural pathways. Her brain was now hard-wired to submit herself sexually to anyone who demonstrated a great deal of power, protection, and praise. Nudity had become such a habit of hers that wearing clothing made her feel trapped and contained. Masturbation was so natural to her that her hand instinctively reached down as muscle-memory
