Wrong place...Wrong time (closed)

[Britwitch]

(closed for myself and karnelman)

Character ~
Lizzie Jones
24
Bright blue eyes, long dark brown hair curling to the middle of her back.
Fairly generous bust, 38D, and a pleasantly curving figure.
She knew she attracted the eyes of men fairly often but she wasn’t interested in many, if any. She had only moved to the city a few months beforehand and was still settling in before getting involved in relationships and all the stuff that went with them.

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Lizzie was officially having the morning from hell. Her alarm clock hadn’t gone off, making her late. Realising it was a power cut that had shorted her alarm, she found that the dryer had stopped mid cycle the previous evening meaning her clothes for work were anything but dry. So Lizzie grabbed the first things that came to hand as she tried to dry her hair with one hand at the same time. What came to hand turned out to be a fitted black blouse and a mid-thigh length black skirt. It would do, after all, she was only going to be sat behind a desk all day, it didn’t really matter what she wore. Not having time to pin up her long dark hair she had to leave it hanging down her back as she pulled on some black tights and her heels before quickly grabbing her handbag and leaving the apartment.

She walked as quickly as she could down to the bus stop, arriving just in time to see her bus leaving. Frowning and swearing under her breath, she stood at the stop, taking a moment to catch her breath and run her fingers through her hair. She waited a while before the next bus showed up and once she’d boarded she saw that the only spare seat was next to a middle aged guy in a suit, apparently reading a paper. She sat down with a sigh, thinking she’d at least have 20 minutes or so in which she could finally relax a little before getting to work. Then her body tensed as she felt something rubbing against her thigh. Glancing down she saw the man beside her had dropped one hand from his paper and was trailing the fingertips up and down her leg.

Coughing awkwardly Lizzie pulled away slightly, sure it must have been an accident. Then a moment or two later, there it was again. His hand creeping up the side of her thigh and then suddenly slipping beneath her skirt. She looked up to see a more than slightly lascivious grin looking back at her. Glaring at him she stood, pushing her way to the front of the bus and pressing the bell, just wanting to get as far away from him as possible. The bus ground to a halt and she all but leapt out of the doors. Watching as the bus then pulled away with a slight sense of relief. This was definitely turning out to be a day when she should have just stayed in bed.

Glancing around Lizzie realised that she had no idea where she was and the area didn't look the most 'friendly' of places...several people sleeping in bundles of rags and cardboard on the pavement, somewhere an alarm of some kind was ringing shrilly in the air and the street seemed largely deserted. Holding her handbag a little tighter, Lizzie started along the pavement, following the route she figured the bus would have taken and hoping to catch the next one at the next stop. Reaching an intersection she stepped off the curb, still frowning at the guy from the bus and not looking where she was going. She heard the skidding brakes at the last moment and turned just in time to see the car heading straight for her. Frozen with fear and confusion she could only watch as it drew closer. Looking through the windshield she could see that the man behind the wheel looked as confused as she was.

The next few moments passed in a blur as the car knocked Lizzie off her feet and her head collided with the curb...then everything faded into darkness...

 

[karnelman]

Jerry Reed, 38, 6’1” tight well muscled body, sandy blond hair usually longish and unkept. Eyes, so dark some thought they were black. Jerry had come up through the street gangs and later a robbery gang. An accomplished thief at a young age, at 27 he was on top of the world. Robbing the rich and giving it to himself was a very good living for him. Until some uptown do gooder shot him on a balcony on his way out with a big haul. The wound wasn’t too bad but two years in prison turned the already bad-ass thief into a real bad character. A year after he got out a bank robbery gone bad got him five more years in the joint. If they had known about some of his other activities he would be a permanent resident of a cell. Just over two years since his last stretch he was still making a living taking from the rich. He had been taking a lot of other things too. There were at least two unsolved murders and a number of unreported date-rapes he could have gone up for.

This particular day had been one giant cluster fuck. What had supposed to be an easy mark turned out to be a disaster? He learned about a little hole in the wall pawn shop run by this old guy who supposedly didn’t believe in banks or guards. The owner was to have been out the place, it being closed due to some holiday Jerry had never heard of. As it turned out the old guy was sleeping in the back when Jerry popped the front door open. Jerry was stuffing his bag full of gold watches when the old guy leveled his shotgun. The man’s hesitation doomed him. Jerry was quick he jumped over the counter and pulled his own gun. The old man hit the floor dead right after pressing the alarm button. Jerry grabbed what he could and headed for his car. That is how he found himself flying down a narrow little street on the wrong side of town.

He saw the big titted chick step off the curb as he barreled down the street. “What the fuck! Bitch!” He hollered.

It was too late to do little more than tap the brakes and swerve slightly. He struck her hard. Desperate to get out of there and not wanting to leave a witness he thought first to just shoot her. But something made him stop and throw her into the back seat. He sped off, heading over the bridge that led out of town. The only one that could finger him lay in the back seat as the city faded behind him. He pulled over for a minute and checked to make sure she was still breathing. For some unknown reason he found himself pleased to find her alive. For the first time he noticed how pretty she was as he checked her for signs of life. He decided that eh was glad he had not shot her, thinking he could have some fun with her before he got rid of her.

Jerry had rented an old run-down farmhouse way out in the middle of nowhere. It was cheap rent as the farm had not been planted in ten years and no one wanted to live out that way. The price and the fact that it made a great hide-out as the old time gangsters used to say made it a great spot. It was also a great spot for holding a sexy little bitch prisoner. She could scream her fucking head off and nobody would hear a sound. He got back behind the wheel and drove on.

 

[Britwitch]

Lizzie drifted in and out of unconsciousness, aware of a vague sense of being in motion. Her head was throbbing and she seemed to be aching all over. She thought she was in a car...or an ambulance...or something...
The events of the morning played and replayed through her mind...all mixed up and confused...
The man on the bus with the wandering hands...
Screeching brakes...
Trying to get dressed while drying her hair...
Once or twice she tried to speak but no real words came out that she was aware of...she tried to ask where she was...what was happening but she never really got much more than "Wh...?"
A face kept flashing into her mind, dark, dark eyes and light hair...the face of the driver...an angry face...
With a quiet whimper Lizzie slipped back into the darkness that kept beckoning to her subconscious, feeling her body grow limp and the constant hum of an engine growling somewhere in the distance...

 

[karnelman]

Though he heard a few sounds from his backseat on the drive the girl never truly spoke. Upon arriving at the house, Jerry was glad his captive had remained unconscious. Even though he could easily handle any fight she might put up he wasn’t in the mood to get all scratched up by her pretty fingernails. At least he didn’t want those scratches to come while trying to haul into the house. If he was going to feel the bite of her nails he wanted it to be in his back as she was begging him to do it harder.

He gathered the girl up and carried her into the ramshackle house. Despite its outward appearance the inside of the old place was surprising nice. He immediately decided two things. First he had to examine her to be sure there was no real damage. Second he needed to secure her. Even if no one could hear her screams she could escape while he was sleeping or attending to some other chore. He decided on the attic bedroom as the window was too small for her to climb through and even if she did it was a three story jump into a pile of old tractor parts. He laid her on the old four poster bed that though now black was clearly once a gleaming brass. Using the cord from an old lamp he secured her ankles to the bed posts. Once he knew her better he would allow her freedom in the room, but he didn’t want to get kicked if she awoke while he was examining her. He tied the cord lose enough to allow him to roll her a bit form side to side.

He felt her arms and legs first and was satisfied that there were no breaks, though she was rather bruised up. He tore open her tight black blouse to get a better look at her torso. He was tempted to cut away the bra too. Her tits were large and loved sucking a nice pair of tits. But that would have to wait. He needed to check her out before he could have any fun with her. Though he didn’t like the looks of the nasty bruise on her belly he felt around and decided that nothing vital inside was broken. Then he lifted her skirt more for the thrill then to check anything. Her tights were torn but it seemed her thighs somehow had escaped damage. He pushed her a bit to her side and discovered that the ass of her tights were all torn and bloody from the asphalt.

He cut away the fabric to reveal that her ass was badly bruised and cut. He could see little flecks of shiny black rock in the cuts. He knew he had to clean that up or she would get a nasty infection. He moved her so she was on her belly and then retied her ankles. Using a second lamp cord he secured her wrists to the head board. She stirred a bit but still did not wake as he moved her bruised and cut body. Satisfied that there were no life threatening injuries he left her with her wounded ass exposed to go get some supplies from the kitchen. He thought he heard he say something as he left the room but when he looked back it appeared that she was still out cold.

 

[Britwitch]

For a few moments Lizzie felt as though she were being carried, the repetitive motion of climbing stairs followed by a landing on something soft.
She was aware of being moved around, the sensation of air moving across her flesh but of little else.
She winced in her bizarre half-dreaming, half-waking state as she felt hands on her body, her aches increasing as the hands investigated her injuries...
She was turned over, feeling the soft smoothness of a pillow beneath her aching head. The material cool and soothing against her skin as she sighed, letting her body sink into what she was sure was a bed. She could hear the sounds of feet moving upon the floor, her body wasn't responding to her instructions either. Her arms and legs seemed fixed in their strange positions...convinving her further that she could not be awake...not really. Trying to lift her head, but failing she parted her lips and managed to murmur,
"Where...where am...?" Before sleep began to smother her once more as the footsteps moved away.

 

[karnelman]

He rummaged around the cabinets and managed to find bandages and antiseptic ointment. He filled an old pot with hot water from the tap and added soap, wash cloths and a soft towel to his supplies. She would have to be carefully cleaned, the ointment applied and then bandaged. Though he was not really the nurse type he was ready to do his best. He had washed many a hot chicks’ ass and even tended to a few cuts. Of course those occasions were part of some sex play. The cuts having come from the edge of his belt while spanking a little submissive slut. The girl upstairs was not a playmate and he somehow doubted she was going to be submissive. Even though her blouse was too tight and skirt fucking short enough to show off her cunt he really didn’t think she was a slut either. He was actually pretty sure he had managed to knock down a nice girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He entered the room and found her exactly as he left her, sleeping, with her skirt lifted and her bloodied ass exposed for all to see. He new his mates back at the prison would have likely just jumped on her and fucked her until she died. Most no doubt preferring her asshole over he cunt too he thought. That was the worst part of prison for Jerry. He had no use for fucking hairy asses or even the poor smooth young men that quickly were turned into girls by the cons. Of course no one had ever bent Jerry over either. He was muscle bound and street wise. Word was the first old con that tried to turn Jerry’s ass into a pussy was castrated on the spot. It did nag a bit a Jerry that he was having difficulty just raping his captive and sending her off to meet St. Peter. He dismissed his doubts and decided he had better try to wake her. He knew that it was going to sting like hell when he washed the gravel out of her cuts.


He sat his supplies on the floor nest to the bed and nudged the girls arm, “Come on Miss, you best wake up. I have some nursing to do here. You have been in an accident and I am going to clean up your wounds.”

 

[Britwitch]

“Come on Miss, you best wake up. I have some nursing to do here. You have been in an accident and I am going to clean up your wounds.”

Lizzie could hear a voice somewhere closeby although it took a few moments for her to realise it wasn't another part of her strange dreamlike state.
"Where...where am I...?" She murmured without moving her head or opening her eyes. Her body tensing a little as she tried to shake off the seductive sleep that wanted to take hold of her once more. "W-who are you...?" She asked as her eyes flickered open. Closing them again almost straight away as the light filtered through and tormented her throbbing head, hissing through her teeth as she did, but after a moment or two she hesitantly opened them and looked into the face before her own.
Dark eyes...light, sandy coloured hair...a familiar face but one she couldn't quite attach a place to...
Then it came to her. It was him. The man in the car.
She jumped as the realisation hit her and she tried to pull away from him. Swiftly realised her arms were bound above her head and her feet equally secured. Pulling uselessly then wincing as her body protested the movement. She looked back at him, wide eyed and clearly terrified. "What...what do you want with me...?"

 

[karnelman]

"What...what do you want with me...?"

“Who I am and where you are should not be your main concern right now lady!” He said rather annoyed at her tone. “I am just a guy that is trying to help you right now. You are in my house. For now you are safe. As far as what I want with you, right now I want to get some pieces of the fucking street out of your ass. What I might want later is a question you might not want answered. Now you can cooperate and let me get your wounds fixed up and I will be as gentle as I can. Or if you want to be a total fucking bitch I can leave you here, let your damn ass fester and you can beg me for help when the infection causes your pretty face to sweat like whore in the front pew of the church.”

He let his words hang there for a minute. She obviously did not know where she was or yet understand that she was a helpless captive. There was no way for her to know that she was little more than a piece of meat to the man who stood over her either.

“Well lady, what’s it gonna be? You want me to play nurse and fix your pretty ass, or you wanna die slow and ugly?”

 

[Britwitch]

"Who I am and where you are should not be your main concern right now lady!...I am just a guy that is trying to help you right now. You are in my house. For now you are safe. As far as what I want with you, right now I want to get some pieces of the fucking street out of your ass. What I might want later is a question you might not want answered. Now you can cooperate and let me get your wounds fixed up and I will be as gentle as I can. Or if you want to be a total fucking bitch I can leave you here, let your damn ass fester and you can beg me for help when the infection causes your pretty face to sweat like whore in the front pew of the church.”

Lizzie winced at the anger in his voice, swallowed nervously as he looked at her, his eyes blazing into her own. The silence around them was ominous.

“Well lady, what’s it gonna be? You want me to play nurse and fix your pretty ass, or you wanna die slow and ugly?”

"Please...please help me..." Lizzie replied quietly and meekly. Not wanting to anger him any further. After all, she had no idea where she was or what had happened to her, all she knew was she was in his house...wherever the hell that was. This stranger was at least trying to help her, or so it seemed, even if she was tied to the bed in a rather worrying way. Somewhere in her mind she reasoned that she'd seen in movies where patients were restrained in case they jerked or fought and ended up hurting themselves more than they already were...maybe that was what was happening here...
Or maybe she was being more stupid than she could ever imagine she'd be and that she was in more trouble than she knew...
Only time would tell.

 

[karnelman]

Jerry was pleased the woman so quickly recognized her situation and decided to cooperate. He held out a small plastic tube-like object that he amusingly thought looked rather like a cheap homemade dildo.

“Here, you might want to bite on this. I am sorry I don’t have anything to take away the sting of what I must do,” He said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone.

He actually, wanted to accomplish his task as painlessly as possible. If she was going to be tortured he wanted it to come from his purposeful actions. There wasn’t much pleasure in his mind in hurting someone while cleaning cuts on their ass. He laid the plastic piece in reach of her mouth and began to carefully wash her ass with warm soapy water. It turned out he needed to use a small pointy pliers to remove some of the pieces of gravel. A pair of tweezers would have worked far better but he had none. As he cleaned the blood began to flow again. He thought that was good, as he had read somewhere that hospitals actually made wounds bleed to get the debris out of them. Once she was clean and her cuts free of asphalt he covered the cuts with antiseptic and bandages.

“There now, a little rest for you and you should be good as new, babe!” He said flippantly. “Now if you wake and need me just holler. Don’t worry about disturbing anyone, I am the only other soul around these parts for miles, hun.”

 

[Britwitch]

Lizzie raised her eyebrows as he produced the plastic object.
“Here, you might want to bite on this. I am sorry I don’t have anything to take away the sting of what I must do,”
"Oh...oh right...thanks..." She replied, almost blushing that her mind had been predicting far worse places he might want to put it.
He put the plastic tube near her mouth and she nudged it closer and took it between her lips. As soon as the water touched her injured flesh she was glad that she did. Biting down on it hard to stifle the yelp that leapt from her throat. Her skin felt on fire with harsh stinging pain. Lizzie knew he was trying to be as gentle as he could but the pain shooting from the raw scratches and cuts made her eyes water instantly.
Breathing hard around the tube clenched tight between her teeth, she laid as still as she could, whimpering as she felt him picking larger pieces of gravel out of her wounds with something that felt like tweezers only not as delicate.
Eventually, he stopped, smoothing on some soothing cream and applying bandages over the top. She let the plastic tube fall from her lips as she took long, shaky breaths. Her entire body trembling from the ordeal.
“There now, a little rest for you and you should be good as new, babe!...Now if you wake and need me just holler. Don’t worry about disturbing anyone, I am the only other soul around these parts for miles, hun.”
She wanted to ask a million and one questions, about who he was...why he'd brought her here instead of to a hospital...about why he hadn't untied her...but her body had gone through enough already so far to allow her to talk anymore.
With a sigh, she let her still aching head fall back onto the pillow and drifted almost immediately into somewhat calmer dreams than before.

 

[karnelman]

Jerry napped a bit as he sat in an old beat up recliner listening for any sounds from the attic. After several hours of dozing off and on and not hearing anything from his captive he got a bit concerned that perhaps she was more seriously hurt than he thought. He entered the room cautiously not wanting to startle her or fall into some trap had she somehow managed to untie herself. He found her still sleeping.

He quickly checked to see that she was breathing and once satisfied she had not died he took a quick look at the bandages on her ass. He was happy that there was no excessive breathing. He was not really sure what to do next. He stood there looking down at her. With her short little skirt lifted and her legs spread she was pretty much fully exposed. He had been so caught up in tending her wounds earlier he hadn’t really looked before. Now as she lay there helplessly tied and sleeping he got a good look at her pussy. He gain thought about climbing on top of her and fucking her and again rejected the idea. He had no doubt that he would be using that pussy soon, but something made him want to wait. Though he really didn’t know what he was waiting for. He decided he should wake her and explain a few things to her. He wanted to untie her so that her arms and legs would not be so stretched. He had already decided that the room was secure enough but he needed some assurance from her that she would cooperate if she were allowed the freedom to roam the room. Kneeling beside her he nudged her arm.

“Hey, wake up now. Got to make sure you are still amongst the living.” HE said in a friendly tone.


When she opened her eyes he asked, “You hungry or thirsty or anything? We need to talk but I can get you food or water first if you want.”

 

[Britwitch]

Lizzie awoke to a gentle voice close to her head,
“Hey, wake up now. Got to make sure you are still amongst the living.”
Her eyes flickered open slowly and she stretched, then winced as her bandaged behind protested, sending sharp twinges of discomfort through her.
“You hungry or thirsty or anything? We need to talk but I can get you food or water first if you want.”
Lizzie licked her dry lips and realised, she'd been sleeping for hours and her rush that morning had meant she'd forgone any breakfast. She nodded as she met his eyes,
"Some water and something to eat would be great," Her voice was still husky with sleep as her words tailed off into a sigh as she arched her back, trying not to move her hips. "Thank you..." Once more her sentence hung unfinished in the air, realised she had absolutely no idea who he was or what to call him. "...who...who am I thanking...?" She asked with a slight smile, the smile that ex-boyfriends used to get annoyed at her flashing at waiters or bartenders when they went out, but she couldn't help it. "I'm...I'm Lizzie..." She added in the hope it might encourage him to tell her something about himself.

 

[karnelman]

"I'm...I'm Lizzie..."

“I’m Jerry and I will answer the questions I see in those pretty eyes when I get back with the food and water,” He said answering her unanswered question.

He started to go and then paused as if he had forgotten something. He just stood there a minute looking at her. Even with the bruises and the torn clothes and the skirt lifted to reveal a bandage ass he was noticing how pretty she was. He was also feeling a little sorry for her. The girl finds herself stepping off the wrong curb and ends up indignantly tied to a bed without a clue where she was or why she was there. He also knew that no matter what the end was not likely to be good for her. There was no doubt he was going to fuck her sooner or later. Even more importantly, there was no way he could leave a big mouth bitch witness. So he was likely going to end up killing her too. But that was for later, for now he decided he could maybe make her a bit more comfortable.

“Look lady, I know you don’t know what is going on, but I bet you would like to be untied. If I do that I need you to promises to be good. If I untie you and let you move around the room, no funny shit when I come back with the food, ok?”

 

[Britwitch]

"I’m Jerry and I will answer the questions I see in those pretty eyes when I get back with the food and water,”
"Thank you...Jerry..." She replied quietly. Feeling a tight ball of tension begin to form in her stomach at his words. It grew as he paused and looked at her. She could see his eyes flicked across her body, laid out on the bed, held firmly in place by what she thought was wire of some kind. Wondering what thoughts were going on behind those dark eyes. Almost certain they were probably not the kind of thoughts she wanted to know.
“Look lady, I know you don’t know what is going on, but I bet you would like to be untied. If I do that I need you to promises to be good. If I untie you and let you move around the room, no funny shit when I come back with the food, ok?”
Lizzie felt a little relieved but nonetheless confused by his comment. What did he expect her to do, attack him...? Besides the fact that her injured behind would probably prevent her walking about, much less 'jumping' him...he appeared to be at least a head taller than she was and strongly built too.
"I promise...I promise I'll be good..." Almost wincing as she replied using his words, feeling she sounded like a schoolgirl rather than an woman.

 

[karnelman]

As he untied his captive, he rubbed her arms and legs to help get the blood flowing again. He was starting to want her a bit too much and he well knew it; still he could not help his desires.

"Ok, there now, you should be more comfortable. Be careful though with the accident and not moving for a bit your muscles are bound to be a bit out of sorts, babe."

He left her locked in the room. He quickly warmed a can of soup. He was careful not to make it very hot. He had no desire to have a bowl of scalding soup thrown at him in the event she chose to fight. He returned to the room with the soup some bread and a pitcher of water from the farms spring house. He unlocked the door and entered cautiously. True to her word she was good and made no attempt to attack or escape as he entered. He smiled and handed her the tray.

“Here you go. Best eat slowly though, hun. You were whacked pretty good. We wouldn’t want to add a stomach ache to the pain from those bruises,” He said sincerely.

 

[Britwitch]

Lizzie sighed as Jerry freed her wrists and ankles, massaging the flesh to get the blood flowing once more.
"Ok, there now, you should be more comfortable. Be careful though with the accident and not moving for a bit your muscles are bound to be a bit out of sorts, babe."
He left before she could reply. Standing slowly and wincing a little as her body throbbed in discomfort Lizzie limped across the small room and back. Twisting a little to try and see her bandaged behind but giving up within seconds, Lizzie rearranged her skirt and then noticed the state of her shirt. Ripped open, several buttons missing. Guessing it must have happened during the accident, although if that had been the case how come her chest wasn't scratched, or when Jerry was tending to her wounds. Fastening it as best as she could, although it now seemed to emphasise her chest more than it did when it was open, appearing to burst open across her breasts. Not much she could do about it now, perhaps Jerry would be able to find her a change of clothes.
Soon Jerry returned with a tray, the smell of soup filled the room and her stomach growled quietly in response.
“Here you go. Best eat slowly though, hun. You were whacked pretty good. We wouldn’t want to add a stomach ache to the pain from those bruises,”
"Thank you Jerry, this looks good..." Lizzie took the tray and went to sit down, standing up sharply as her rear exploded with sharp pain. Sitting back down slowly on her hip, leaning to one side to keep the pressure off of the bandages. Lizzie slowly ate the soup and bread, sipping the water. Feeling stronger with every mouthful. She could tell Jerry was watching her intently and for a brief moment her paranoia rose it's head telling her there could be anything in the food, drugs or poison...he was after all a stranger who, up until a short while before, had her tied to a bed. But she reasoned if he had shadier plans for her than feeding her, why untie her?
Finished the soup she smiled at him.
"Mmmm, I definitely feel better for eating...thanks again Jerry..."

 

[karnelman]

"Mmmm, I definitely feel better for eating...thanks again Jerry..."

Lost in his thoughts Jerry did not react for a minute. He had been thinking about what to do. Seeing her there with her tits practically falling out of her torn shirt was playing hell with his desires. He thought perhaps he should just fuck and cut her throat and be done with the whole mess. But again there was something more than a quick ejaculation he wanted.

“Oh, you are welcome, babe,” He said once he realized she had spoken.

He walked over and moved the tray away. Then he impulsively reached out and touched her cheek

“You should probably lie down. Your fucking ass must really be hurting the way you are sitting there, babe. Damn sorry bout the language! No matter how many times my mom put that bar of soap in my mouth I never could learn how to talk right.”

He laughed recalling his poor mom and her making him suck on a soap bar. Even though he was a tough kid running with a gang his mom still ruled on those occasions when he actually went home. She hated bad language and he had no control over his tongue. He got pretty used to the taste of Ivory soap back then.

“Anyway, you got any questions, babe?”

 

[Britwitch]

“Oh, you are welcome, babe,” He replied after a pause before coming closer to take the tray from her. Stroking her cheek as he did. Lizzie felt a rush of warmth to her cheek, almost in embarassment at such an action but hoped he did not notice as he turned away to put the tray aside. “You should probably lie down. Your fucking ass must really be hurting the way you are sitting there, babe. Damn sorry bout the language! No matter how many times my mom put that bar of soap in my mouth I never could learn how to talk right.”
"Don't worry about it," Lizzie replied, remembering how her Uncle's had emptied bags of loose change into the 'Swear Jar' upon their arrival at her house because it "...saved time". Groaning quietly she shifted until she was laid down. She had thought about lying on her side but realised how provocative that might look, given the state of her clothing and she still knew nothing about the man before her other than his name. So she settled for lying on her stomach, although this time lying across the bed so she could see him, propping herself up on her folded arms slightly.
“Anyway, you got any questions, babe?”
"Well...I suppose the first question should be why am I here? Why not take me to a hospital...? It...it was you who knocked me over, wasn't it?" She added tentatively, not wanting to anger him. "And...where is here, anyway...?"

 

[karnelman]

“Well yeah it was my car hit you, but had you been the bigger thing you woulda knocked me over. Sorry, but there was no way to stop or avoid you. You just appeared there outta nowhere, hun. Hospital wouldn’t work, um I am on parole and that accident could land me back in jail,” He lied not wanting to tell her about the robbery.

“Fucking, cops are not too forgiving. Hell running a flipping stop sign can be enough to put a guy like me away. Guess I shoulda left you there and hoped someone came along. But damn in that neighborhood likely would have been some hood and he would taken whatever you had he wanted and left you to die anyway or worse.”

He was actually rather proud of how easily he had twisted the truth into a plausible little lie. He also was enjoying the view. Though he didn’t think she knew it the way she was lying gave him a view right into her bra. He could see all the way to the edges of the dark circles that surrounded her nipples. He wanted to see more and wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the temptation before doing something more than looking.

“Lizzie, I am an upfront kinda guy and I gotta tell you something. You are fucking gorgeous and got one hot body.”

Without waiting for her reply or answering the part of her question concerning where they were he moved closer to her. He caressed her hair as if they were long time lovers as he stood next to the bed. His now obviously bulging jeans were only a few inches from her face.

 

[Britwitch]

"Well yeah it was my car hit you, but had you been the bigger thing you woulda knocked me over. Sorry, but there was no way to stop or avoid you. You just appeared there outta nowhere, hun. Hospital wouldn’t work, um I am on parole and that accident could land me back in jail,”
"Oh...oh I see..." Lizzie bit back against asking what he was on parole for, deciding she'd rather not know. She didn't know a lot about the law, or those that broke it, but she was sure they didn't let the really bad guys out on parole, did they?
“Fucking, cops are not too forgiving. Hell running a flipping stop sign can be enough to put a guy like me away. Guess I shoulda left you there and hoped someone came along. But damn in that neighborhood likely would have been some hood and he would taken whatever you had he wanted and left you to die anyway or worse.”
Lizzie shivered, holding her arms against herself a little tighter as her imagination began to play out Jerry's words in her mind. The man on the bus with the wandering hands had been bad enough, let along some other stranger taking advantage of her prone condition...
However, her imagination's workings were stopped as Jerry moved purposefully towards her.
“Lizzie, I am an upfront kinda guy and I gotta tell you something. You are fucking gorgeous and got one hot body.”
She opened her mouth to reply, her cheeks blushing once more with embarassment, that tight ball of tension growing slightly in her stomach. His hand stroking her dark hair, running his fingers through it as if he'd done it a million times before. His crotch now mere inches from her face and there was no questioning the bulge before her eyes.
"Well...thank you for saying so Jerry..." Her body tensed against the mattress as she raised her chin to meet his eyes looking down at her. "...but you still haven't told me where I am...or how long I'm going to be here...?" She asked hesitantly. Her voice suddenly trembling, along with her body.

 

[karnelman]

“I do not think you could possibly be as stupid as you are pretending to be Lizzie!” He barked.

He was now obviously pissed. More at himself than he was her. Why had he not simply fucked her and done away with her? What was it that him such a fool for women? He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up.

“Look you stupid cunt I do not have to tell you anything!” He continued nastily. “You are in my home is where you are and you will be here as long as it pleases me to keep you here. You should know you are pretty much in the middle of fucking nowhere. I have no neighbors and no one ever comes out this way. So don’t get any funny ideas, bitch!”

He let his words sink in as he stared into her pretty eyes. Being pissed off did not diminish his desire for the girl. In fact the angry rather increased his arousal. He enjoyed rough sex. As he stood there with a fist full of the girls hair his cock twitched in his pants. He pulled again as he continued.

“Now get up!” He ordered. “In case you get any ideas about running away you going to have to do it without clothes. You can trust me on this you don’t want to be out there naked. You won’t make it to the road.”

He laughed as he ripped away the rest of her blouse.

 

[Britwitch]

"I do not think you could possibly be as stupid as you are pretending to be Lizzie!...Look you stupid cunt I do not have to tell you anything!...You are in my home is where you are and you will be here as long as it pleases me to keep you here. You should know you are pretty much in the middle of fucking nowhere. I have no neighbors and no one ever comes out this way. So don’t get any funny ideas, bitch!”

Lizzie winced and tried to shrink back from his now blazing eyes and furious tone. Her heartrate increasing with the passing seconds. Trembling and feeling more terrified than she ever thought she'd be in her life.
"Please, d-don't hurt me...I'm...I'm sorry..." She said earnestly, her voice shaking and quiet. But her words fell on deaf ears as he hauled her unceremoniously to her feet before him.

“Now get up!...In case you get any ideas about running away you going to have to do it without clothes. You can trust me on this you don’t want to be out there naked. You won’t make it to the road.”

Lizzie cried out in shock more than anything as he tore off her shirt with ease. Leaving her in her black bra, barely containing her large breasts which were now rising and falling sharply as her panic grew. She put her hands up to stop him uselessly as the shredded material fluttered to the floor.
"I won't...I promise...I won't try to run...I won't..." Her eyes pled with his as his tight grip forced her head back slightly, extending her neck and allowing him an unhindered view down her front. Her hands held up almost in surrender by her sides.

 

[karnelman]

“I know you won’t, babe!” He said with a wicked grin.

Leaning forward he kissed her hard; forcing his tongue passed her startled lips. Though she seemed to be trying to pull away she did not as some had before try to bite his tongue. He continued the forced kiss as he slid his hands down her body and took hold of the top of her skirt. As the kiss broke the sound of the fabric ripping as he pulled the short skirt away from her body momentarily filled the attic room. He backed away, leaving her standing there in just her bra, having torn off her tights earlier.

“You really are a sweet little thing baby!” He said lewdly. Now lose that fucking bra and let me see those big hot tits!”

 

[Britwitch]

"I know you won’t, babe!”
Lizzie's attempted plea to be released from the iron grip he seemed to have in her hair was muffled by his mouth, capturing her in a fierce kiss. She struggled, bracing her hands against his broad shoulders, in vain as his tongue probed between her parted lips. Fearing the consequences of biting him, by accident or on purpose, she tried not to let the tenseness she felt shoot through her body as his hands moved to take hold of her skirt affect her mouth.
She gasped at the air as his lips left hers, they felt as though they were throbbing from the pressure he'd put upon them. Then the sound of her skirt ripping tore the silent air around them both. Instinctively, Lizzie tried to cover herself with her arms. One curling around her breasts, the other moving to try and cover her thong pantie covered crotch which was barely hanging onto her such was the damage it had suffered in the accident, but it did keep her closely trimmed sex from his eyes and that was something.
“You really are a sweet little thing baby!...Now lose that fucking bra and let me see those big hot tits!”
Fighting the urge to cry, Lizzie reached back tentatively to unclasp her bra.
"Please...don't make me do this..." She begged quietly as she felt the supportive material slacken, although her breasts barely moved as the undone bra now slid down her upper arms, revealing her round breasts to his eyes. Small, pale brown nipples, hardening in the cool air of the attic, standing proudly in the centre of each. Her face burnt with humiliated heat as his eyes devoured the view before him. Knowing somehow that his reaction would be worse than it had already been should she try to cover up anymore, she let her hands rest loosely behind her.