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Not Just Another Walk in the Park

By: PalmTreesandSand



I head out the door at 6:00 am, just like I do every Saturday morning when preparing for an upcoming marathon. 

Just a few blocks from my house is a wooded trail with a 5 mile loop around a lake. I love jogging this trail; it's so peaceful and serene being out in nature.

At 18 years old, my life is very structured and orderly, very predictable, and I like it that way. I like knowing exactly what I am supposed to be doing at any given moment, without having to really think about it. 

Saturdays I jog for about 2 hours when you count the time I take before and after the jog to stretch. Then I come home and take a shower before putting some coffee on for my mom and watch a little TV before heading to my job at the coffee shop in the mall.

This is a typical April morning, the air is crisp and cool and the ground is still a little wet from the early morning rain. I walk to the beginning of the trail, wishing I had opted to wear my jogging pants instead of shorts. I take off jogging down the trail breathing the crisp, refreshing air into my lungs. 

With my I-pod jamming my favorite tunes, I'm in my own little world as I jog the isolated trail like I have done a million times before. All of a sudden, an odd feeling comes over me. I can't quite place what it is but something just doesn't feel right. I could swear someone or something is following me. I look around but nothing is there, I'm all alone. 

I slip the earbuds out of my ears listening for anything out of the ordinary but I don't hear anything other than the chirping of birds in the nearby trees. 

"Shake it off, Ava." I tell myself. "It's just your imagination."

Giving on last glance around me, I place the earbuds back in my ears and take off running again. As I make to the halfway mark on the trail my heart begins racing, but not from jogging, it's that same strange unknown feeling. I reach for my cell phone but realize my shorts don't have any pockets. My phone is in the pocket of the jogging pants I had debated on wearing. A vague panic stirs inside me. 

Something hits me from behind, knocking me to the ground. Momentarily dazed, I look up to see a hand grabbing my hair and yanking me to my feet. I scream but a hand covers my mouth while another grabs me around my waist. I'm carried off the path into a clearing in the woods where a large fallen tree limb lays on a patch of thick green grass. The man holding me throws me to the ground, jumps on top of me and begins tying my hands together with a rope he pulls out of his jacket pocket. 

"Get off me!" I say, kicking and thrashing underneath his weight. 

"Stop it! That hurts!" 

"It's not supposed to tickle, sweetheart." The man says with a crazy look in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I say, trying to hold back the tears that are welling up in my eyes. But I don't want to give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing me cry. 

A devious smile stretches across his face as he looks me up and down, making me shudder at the thought of what he is thinking. 

"You're messing with the wrong girl, you stupid son of a bitch. My mom is the county prosecutor and she's gonna nail your ass to the..." 

"I know exactly who your mother is." He says, matching the disdain in my voice. 

A shiver runs down my spine when I realize this wasn't just a random attack, this was planned! I start screaming at the top of my lungs, kicking at him in an attempt to knock him off guard just enough to be able to run away. I know if I get the chance I can definitely out run him. Not that he's fat or anything, he actually looks to be in good shape but I'm a pretty fast runner and given the present incentive I think I could outrun just about anyone right now. 

"Get the hell off of me!" I say, swinging my tied hands wildly landing a blow to the side of his face, thoroughly pissing him off. He grabs my bound hands and weaves them in between the limbs on the fallen trunk, effectively restraining me to the tree.  

"Shut up!" He backhands me across the face, instinctively making me scream louder."If you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to have to shut you up!"

There normally isn't anyone else on this trail at this hour but I have seen people walking on it occasionally. Maybe, if I'm lucky someone will hear me. 

"You don't listen very well, do you?" He says, grabbing my legs in his grip, like a vice. His question hangs in the air, seemingly etched in my memory. It was something my mother had said to me just the other day. She hated the fact that I jogged this trail by myself all the time.She warned me about something just like this and I laughed it off, thinking she was just being an overprotective parent. I wished I had listened.

"Get off!" I scream. 

"Okay! You asked for it!" The man says, grabbing both my legs with one large hand. With the other he reaches up and grabs the waist band of both my shorts and my underwear and in one motion he pulls them off of me. He grabs the hot pink cotton panties out from my shorts and crams them into my mouth so that I am unable to scream, barely even able to breathe. 

Terror seizes me as I sit naked from the waist down in the damp grass. Tears stream down my face as I realize just how much trouble I'm in. The man, who appears to be in his late twenties, licks his lips as he looks at my nakedness. 

I shake my head violently, knowing exactly what is now going through his mind. I try to plead with him, try to talk him out of what he was planning to do with me but my words are impeded by the cotton fabric in the throat. 

His eyes widen as he pulls me into a laying position on the grass pulling me as far as my tied hands will allow. He climbs on top of me, holding my legs down underneath his body. All I can do is squirm and buck underneath him, which causes the bulge in his pants to grow. 

He gently lifts the sweat soaked shirt up over my head gently rubbing his hands down my arms as he goes back down for the rest of my clothing. He grabs my sports bra, lifting it up above my head, making a sickening hissing sound as he looks over my nakedness. 

His hand cups my breast as he reaches down and attacks them with his mouth. Licking and sucking at my nipples as he massages them in his hands. He starts out gentle, almost passionate, until something changes, like he suddenly remembers what he's supposed to be doing. He starts pulling and pinching at my breasts, biting me with his teeth until tears flow down my cheeks. 

He then moves down, licking my stomach as he finds his way to his next destination. His fingers follow and make their way to my nether regions. He slowly circles his finger around my clit, watching me shudder each time he presses his fingers against it.

"You like that?" He whispers in my ear.

"No! I hate you! Quit touching me, you nasty bastard." I mumble intelligible words. 

This makes him laugh and circle faster. With his other hand, he pushes one finger inside my body causing me to arch my back off the ground. He slides his finger in and out of me several times and then adds another finger and then another. 

"Be a good girl and cum for me."

I shake my head violently. "Never!" I scream in my head. 

"Come on, Sweetheart, cum for me." He says, biting my ear as he whispers in it. 

I hate the way he keeps calling me sweetheart, it makes me want to vomit! That, along the fact that my underwear is stuffed so far down my throat that I can taste my own sweat and juices on them. 

He sits up and pulls off his shirt revealing his toned, tattoo-covered body. He begins unbuttoning his pants releasing his massive shaft from its confinement. He pins me down underneath of him while quickly pulling his pants off. He rubs his penis making it larger with each stroke. 

"We're having fun now." He says, grabbing the insides of my thighs and pushing them apart. 

I try as hard as I can to force my legs shut but he's much too strong. With my legs pried open he guides his member inside of me, thrusting forward only to be surprised by the resistance my body is giving.

"Are you...a virgin?" He says, with that same devious smile on his face. 

No, I am not a virgin. Although I've only been with one other guy and he was much smaller. 

He thrusts himself onto me again and again until I am able to fully take him in. It hurts like hell. I want to die. I feel so violated, so ashamed. I'm in so much pain that I nearly pass out as he ravages my breasts and my neck and my throat with his mouth and tongue. He grunts in sheer pleasure as he pounds my body into the ground. 

He finally starts to slow down and I think he's reaching his climax when he pulls out of me. He frees my arms from the tree branch holding me captive and lifts me off the ground. He throws me over the tree on my stomach so that my ass is lifted in the air. In my weakened state, I am unable to protest, unable to move. Grabbing my hips, he aligns himself to enter me at a new angle. 

"I'm not going to stop until you cum, baby." He says, pulling me by my ponytail into him as he slams hard against my backside. "Believe me I can do this...all...day...long."

He slides his arm around me finding my clit with his finger. He rubs at it, flicks it, pulls on it, anything to get a rise out of me but I will not give in to this jackass! 

I must have passed out at some point because when I open my eyes, he is still ramming into me but I also feel pools of slimy liquid dripping down my back. 

"I told you I can go all day." He says, rubbing his fingers in the mess and cramming them inside my panty-filled mouth. "You missed the best part."

I wanted so badly to bite his fingers but given the current position I was in, I didn't think that would be the smartest idea. I wasn't entirely sure that I would be able to walk after the pounding I'm getting, never mind the fact that my hands are tied together. I want to scream at the top of my lungs but don't even have the energy to muster a whimper. 

"Come one, Sweetheart, cum. Just give it up." 

He slows his pace gently, methodically thrusting his shaft inside of me. His hands rub softly up and down my body. His lips touch me at the base of my hairline and he drags his tongue all the way down my neck, sending shockwaves through my body. Goosebumps form on my skin. He knows he's getting to me, he's almost got me.

Slowly, rhythmically, he presses against me. He rubs the back side of his fingers along my breast. He circles my nipples, gently pinching them into between his fingers, pulling them ever so slightly. 

"It's okay. Baby, let it go." He whispers in my ear. When his tongue nibbles on my earlobe, I lose control. I didn't want to and it definitely wasn't because I enjoyed it. It was the only way I could get this over with. He wasn't going to stop until I gave him what he wanted so I had to. At least, that is what I tell myself. 

My body convulses in agonizing pleasure, electric pulses surging through my body. He purrs in pleasure as I tighten around him. My body involuntarily pushing against him as he slams into me and my juices flow around him, dripping down my leg. 

"You horny little slut! You did it, you actually came!" He says, grabbing my hips and pounding me harder onto his stiff rod. He slams me up against the tree as he presses against me in anticipation of his climax. The bark on the tree slices my leg as he rams me mercilessly spewing his cum deep inside me. 

When he finishes he falls to the ground, gasping for air. I remain sprawled over the tree, trembling as cum runs down my leg, unable to move. He pulls on his pants and then disappears. I begin to think that he just left me here but he returns with his dripping wet shirt in his hands. He wipes his sticky mess off my back with his shirt and cleans up my dripping mound. I flinch as the cool wet shirt touches my burning hot flesh. He lifts me off the tree and sets me down on the damp grass. I slump to the ground not having the strength to hold myself upright. 

"You were great, sweetheart." He says with a smirk, pushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. It almost makes me sick to my stomach how nice he's acting to me right now after what he just did to me. I gasp and gag as he pulls the underwear out of my mouth, rubbing his hand gently across my cheek. 

"Go to hell!" I growl as tears run down my cheeks, attempting to spit on him but my mouth is too dry.

"Such ugly language from such a pretty girl." He says, shaking his head. "You were enjoying yourself, admit it."

"I hated every minute of it." I say, my cheeks beginning to flush.

"Umm, hmm. I could tell." He says with a grin.

"I hate you. When I tell the cops what you did..." I say, as rage boils in my gut.

"Oh, no, sweetheart, you're not going to tell anyone what happened, unless you want to be personally responsible for your mother's death." He says, grabbing my chin in his hand. 

"I know everything about you Ava Connelly. I know where you go, what you do, every hour of every day. How do you think I knew where to find you this morning, how you would be alone, with no one around to help you. I've been watching you for weeks. Hell, I probably know you better than you know yourself. And think about this, I know who your mother is, I know all her connections and I still did this to you, knowing all that. Don't think for a second that I won't know if you talk to the cops and try to turn me in. I will know and I will kill your mother and you will watch me do it. I have connections too, very important, very dangerous people, people who aren't too fond of your mother, Madam Prosecutor. I really hope we have an understanding, sweetheart, because I would really hate for you to become an orphan." He says, kissing me on the cheek before untying the ropes from my wrists. 

"Now get dressed, you look like a fucking whore." He says, throwing my clothes at me before taking off into the woods. 

I sit there for a moment collecting my thoughts before putting my clothes back on. I look everywhere for my underwear but can't find them. The bastard must have taken them as a trophy or something. I pull my jogging shorts on and walk out onto the trail, tears still streaming down my face. Thoughts battle inside my brain as I try to make sense of what just happened and what I'm supposed to do now. I'm terrified at how much the guy seemed to know about me. I'm terrified at the thought of him hurting my mom. What in the hell should I do?

Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 02



After the attack in the park, I make my way home, incoherently stumbling inside the house where I live with my mom, Elise. My dad was killed in a terrible car accident last year putting my mom and me through the hardest thing we have ever had to face. Right around the same time, my mom quit her very lucrative job at a big law firm to work at the county Prosecutor's office. She said she was tired of working for the "bad guys". Things were tough but we were managing.

I sneak through the back door and head straight for the bathroom while my mom sits in the living room drinking coffee and watching a TV news show. I step in the shower, sobbing as I look down at my bruised and bloodied body. The water from the shower stings the gash on my leg and the scrapes and scratches all over my body. My inner thighs are black and blue from the pounding I had just received. I slide down the shower wall wishing the water could somehow wash away the guilt and shame that consumes me.

Why didn't I listen to my mom? How could I be so stupid to run in the park alone? Did I invite this on myself? Did I ask for it? No! I didn't ask for this...I didn't want this...this is not my fault! I will not let him take anything else from me!

"Ava, honey? Are you okay?" My mother says, knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Yeah, Mom, I...I'm fine." I say, trying my best to compose myself. 

"What happened? Why were you so late getting back?" She says, in her normal concerned tone. "Don't you have to go to work?"

Shit! I forgot about work! I've never missed a day or been late before but I know I'm not in any shape to be able to do my job today.

"I'm not feeling very good, Mom. I think I pushed myself too hard out there. Do you think you could call into work for me and let them know I can't come in today?"

"Sure, honey. Should I call the doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to rest."

When I've finally scrubbed hard enough to get the sickening feeling of my attacker's filth off of me I step out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror. My dark green eyes are bloodshot and puffy from all of the crying and my cheek has a slight hint of a bruise from where the guy hit me. Using make up, I try my best to hide the bruise on my face so that my mom won't ask a bazillion questions if she sees it. I dry myself off avoiding the most painful areas and wrap up in a fluffy white bathrobe. 

I slowly walk to my bedroom as the home phone rings. My mom answers it and starts talking in a heated tone, almost as if she's arguing. Too emotionally and physically drained to concern myself with my mom's problems I climb into my bed and pull the covers up to my chin. A shudder surges through my body as I remember the way the man's hands groped and defiled me. 

"Can I come in?" She says, knocking on the door as she's opening it. 

"Sure." I say, though she doesn't me a chance to actually answer before she walks in.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She says, sitting on the bed next to me, somewhat distracted. 

"Yeah." I say, turning to the side so she won't see the bruise. 

"That's good."

"Are you okay, Mom? You seem...worried." 

"Me...sure, everything's fine." She says, clearly not telling me the whole truth. "Hey listen, I need to go out for a little bit, you'll be okay, right?" 

"Yeah, I'll be okay." I say, in the most confident tone I can muster. I really didn't want her to leave....my nerves are shot. 

"Okay. I shouldn't be long." She says, pushing a strand of hair back behind my ears. Her touch sends shivers down my spine. 

Just minutes after I hear the garage door close, my cell phone begins ringing. I pick it up thinking she forgot to tell me something before she left but I don't recognize the number.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hello, Sweetheart. How are you feeling?" The sound of his voice brings a wretch in my stomach. 

"How did you get this number?" I say, my pulse quickening. 

"Ava, I'm disappointed how you underestimate me." He says, disdain dripping in his voice. "I am glad, however, that you kept our...little secret."

"What....how....?" I swallow a large lump in my throat as terror wells up inside me. I disconnect the call and throw my phone across the room, scared of even his voice. It rings again. I just stare at it, afraid to even touch it. It continues ringing until it goes to voicemail. It rings again and I pick it up and turn it completely off. Minutes later the home phone starts ringing. I run to the kitchen and pick it up.

"What the hell do you want?" I scream into the phone.

"Excuse me....Ava?" It was one of my mom's associates from work. "Is your mother there?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. McKinley. I thought you were someone else." I stumbled over my words. 

"Clearly." She says, with an edge of irritation in her voice. 

"Mom left a few minutes ago."

"Did she say where she was going?"

"No, she didn't say."

"That's very strange. She isn't answering her cell phone or her work number. She was supposed to meet with a client half an hour ago. That isn't like her."

"It might have been my fault. I was late coming home from my jog. She was probably worried about me and didn't want to leave until I got home."

"That's unfortunate. This is a very important case and we have a lot of work to do. If you hear from her, can you tell her to call into work right away, please?" 

"Yes, Ma'am."

Oh, great. Now on top of everything else, I have to worry about my mother getting fired, too! I run into my bedroom and pick my cell phone up off the floor. I scroll through the missed calls to see the same number called me over twenty times and I have one voicemail. I type in my code and listen to the message. 

"Sweetheart, you know you really shouldn't hang up on me. That isn't very nice. I hope you remember what we discussed earlier. I would really hate to see something....terrible happen to someone you love...." His voice trails off as the phone goes dead. 

Terror grips my soul. What does he mean something terrible? Is he the one my mom was arguing with? Is he the one she went to see? 

I quickly call the number back. 

"Hey Sweetheart! You're a smart girl. What can I do for you?" He says, with a smug satisfaction in his voice.

"Where's my mom? What did you say to her?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." His voice drips with patronizing sarcasm.

"Just leave her alone! You sick bastard!" 

"I'm afraid I can't do that." 

Feeling fiercely protective, I string together a long line of profanities calling him every name in the book and then some, telling him where to go and how he can go about getting there. Even though my mother was a tough, strong Prosecutor in the public eye that many low life criminals feared, I knew the real her....the one that cried herself to sleep many nights still mourning the loss of her best friend and soul mate. I can't bear the thought of this sleaze bag touching her....hurting her, it's ripping my guts out.

"I'll tell you what.....you come over here and we can take care of all this. I'll give you what you want and well....you get the idea." 

My head is spinning. Oh my god. What should I do?

"Tell me where to go. I'll be there." I say, with every intention of giving the address straight to the police.

"How about I send over a cab for you?"

"I'd rather drive."

"Sorry. We're going to do things my way. Okay?" He says in more of a demand rather than a question. "A car will be at your house in ten minutes. If you tell anyone, you'll both regret it. Understand?" 

"Yes." I fully understand the implication.

"Delete all the history on your cell phone and leave it on your dresser...got it? Oh, and by the way, wear something sexy....like that little black dress you bought at the mall the other day. Also, wear those black heels in the back of your closet that you never wear. They're sexy as hell. See you soon."

I feel a knot form in the pit of my stomach...how did he know about the dress and the heels? 

I reach into my closet and pull out the brand new black silky dress with the tags still attached. I slip it on over my black lace bra and black panties and step into a pair of black high heels. I stare at myself in the mirror trying to talk myself out of what I am about to do. I don't want to do it but I have to...for my mom.

Erasing all the history on my cellphone, like he commanded, I set it down on my dresser as a horn honking outside brings a new level of panic. 

I head out door and climb into the cab. An older man stares at me through the rear view mirror. He backs out of our driveway and heads down the road. He hands me a blindfold and tells me to put it on. When I question him, he tells me to 'shut up and do it'. I tie the blindfold over my eyes and sit nervously in the back seat of the cab, knowing I have just made the biggest mistake of my life. We drive for a really long time, making so many twists and turns that I lose all sense of direction. We could have been going around in circles for all I know. Finally the car comes to a stop. I reach up to take the blindfold off but my hand gets smacked away. The car door opens and someone reaches in and yanks me out of the car. I'm pulled through a door and hear it slam shut behind me. Then I'm thrown onto a couch as the blindfold is pulled off my eyes. 

"You sure you weren't followed?" The man from the park says to the cab driver. 

"I am sure. I made many turns and travel many different streets to be sure that I am not followed." The cabbie says. He's a short, foreign-looking man, half as tall as the other guy. 

"Good." 

"You're lucky I brought her at all. When I see how pretty she is I almost drove away with her." The small man says, eyeing me up and down. "You think I could 'borrow' her for a bit?"

"Hmmm....what do you think, Sweetheart?" He laughs, placing his hand on the little guy's head and pushing him toward me. 

"No! Stay away from me!" I scream. 

"Be careful, she's a feisty one." 

The little man comes toward me unbuttoning his pants, he's already hard. The other guy grabs a twelve pack out of the fridge and sits on a bar stool at the counter preparing to watch the show. The cab driver kneels down in front of me reaching up my dress and tries to grab my panties. 

"Stop it! Get away from me!" I say, pushing him away before he gets a good grip. 

"Be still." He says, pinning me against the couch. He slips the strap of my dress and bra off my shoulder and gropes my bare breast. He lowers his head down to lick and suck at my tits and I squirm and kick violently, planting the heel of my shoe into his nuts. He gasps in pain as he drops face first on the ground. The other guy is laughing so hard he nearly falls off the stool. 

In terrible pain and embarrassment, the little man stumbles to his feet and staggers toward the door. 

"That's it? Oh come on, man, you're giving up that easy?" The other guy says, enjoying this entirely too much. "What's wrong with you?" 

"I don't like them when they fight back." The older man says, as he walks out the door. "Good luck being here alone with her." 

"I think I'll be alright." He says with a grin, folding his arms in front of his chest.



Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 03



I'm sitting on a couch in a small cabin with the man who assaulted in the park standing in front of me with a snide smirk on his face. The strap from my dress is pulled down off my shoulder and my breast is still exposed. 

"It's really good to see you again, sweetheart." He says, rubbing his hand against the bulge forming in his jeans. 

"Where's my mom?" I say in a demanding tone, like I had some kind of authority to back it up.

"I honestly have no idea where your mother is."

"You said...you said she was here!"

"No, YOU said she was here...." He says, taking a gulp of his beer. "I just didn't tell you that you were...mistaken."

"You bastard!" I say, swinging at him. He grabs my wrist and slings me back into the couch.

"Careful, unlike that other guy...." He says, motioning toward the door, "....I like rough foreplay. You look gorgeous, by the way. I'm so glad you wore the dress. I really like it."

"Help! Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Scream all you want. Nobody's gonna hear you." 

He grabs another can of beer off the coffee table and hands it to me. "Here, this should help you loosen up a little."

I glare at him sitting motionless on the couch. 

"Take it." He says, popping it open and holding it in my face. 

"I don't want it." I say coldly, folding my arms defiantly in front of me. 

"You know, you're either really brave or really stupid." He says, downing the beer in one gulp. "Not that it matters either way. It's not going to change anything."

The gravity of the situation hits me. I know what I'm in for and this time I brought it all on myself. I should have never gotten in that cab! How stupid do I have to be! Fear takes over and I start shaking violently. Sobs catch in the back of my throat as tears sting the corners of my eyes. 

"It's okay, Princess." He says, sitting down on the couch beside. He places his hand on my leg rubbing it gently. "Don't cry."

For a moment he seems sincere. He forces the beer into my hand. He looks me right in the eye and it catches me off guard. His dark blue eyes seem much softer than the last time he glared at me with his icy cold stare. He gently assists me in lifting the can up to my mouth to take a sip. 

Again, he encourages me to put the can to my lips and take in another, bigger drink. His hand creeps under my dress inching up my thigh. A gasp escapes my lips as I squirm under his touch. He grips my inner thigh tight in his hand when I try to scoot away from him.

"I need you to be good." He says, positioning his body on top of me, pinning me to the couch. He lifts the beer can up and proceeds to pour it into my mouth. I choke and gag unable to swallow the flood of liquid fast enough as it burns the back of my throat on the way down. He greedily laps up all of overflow that runs down my chin and drips down my chest. 

I'm frozen in fear, paralyzed, my mind is telling me to fight, to run, to get the hell out of here but my body isn't listening. For some unknown reason I physically can't bring myself to move. He grabs another beer and repeats the same process. I've drank alcohol a couple of times before but I've never chugged it, which is essentially what he is forcing me to do right now. I can feel my head starting to spin. He sucks all the escaping liquid off my chin and then moves down to where a pool of ale is contained by my bra. He slips the straps of both my dress and my bra off my other shoulder exposing both breasts.

"We can't let this go to waste now, can we?" He says, lapping up the spilled liquid from between my breasts and my bra. 

His hand slides down under the hem of my dress. He gropes around slipping his fingers under the band of my panties. I clamp my legs together blocking his access to the area he wanted to play with. 

"Open up, sweetheart." He whispers in my ear. "I prefer to do this the easy way but we can do it the hard way, if we have it." 

Something in the tone of his voice causes me to rethink angering him. I let my knees fall open giving him unfettered access to my private area. 

He smiles his smug little smile while his fingers violate me once again. My head is swimming in a mixture of fear, guilt and alcohol as I try to figure out how I got myself into this terrible situation. I need to try to find out who this guy is and why he's out to get me. 

He's got my panties pulled down around my thighs and he's pumping his fingers deep inside of me, making guttural grunting noises with each thrust. 

"Can...can I get another drink?" I say, trying to distract his attention from my aching mound if only for a moment.  

"Of course, Baby Doll." He says, reaching to get another can from the pack on the coffee table. 

I hate the way he calls me names like 'Baby Doll' and 'Princess' it makes my skin crawl. But I especially hate when he calls me 'Sweetheart' – something about the way he says it turns my stomach. 

He starts to hand me the drink but teases me with it instead pulling it away as I reach for it.

"Hold it." He says, holding it just inches out of my reach. "How bad do you want it?"

I remain perfectly still flashing him a look of frustration and fear. I didn't really want the beer I just wanted to make him stop touching me. In one swift motion, he pulls his shirt off his body. He lies back on the couch still holding me down with his thick muscular legs. He pours some of the beer out onto his stomach filling his belly button. 

"Drink up!" He says, guiding my head down to his stomach. 

When I hesitate, he pushes me closer, holding me firmly overtop him. I warily run my tongue along his stomach lapping up the drink he left for me. 

I can hear his breathing quicken as I lick at his belly button. He shifts and squirms in delight underneath me grabbing the bottle and filling it back up again for me. When I've finished the second drink, he unzips his pants and pulls them off revealing his semi-hard shaft. He pours the bottle again on his stomach and continues down to his groin area. He pushes my head down again forcing me to clean the liquid off his stomach and then he moves me farther down. 

At this point I start to get really scared. I have never done this before. Unconsciously, I clamp my mouth shut. Some of my friends have talked about doing this to their boyfriends but it never sounded very appealing to me in the least. 

"Lick it all up." He says, rubbing his dick around my lips. I shake my head in opposition which serves only to make him angry. He grabs the hair on both sides of my head and yanks me backwards. The force causes me to scream out opening the way for his member to enter. "And don't you dare even dream about biting me because I WILL kill you!"

I knew he meant it when he wraps his large hand completely around my neck. He wasn't applying any pressure...it was more of just a warning sign. 

I was so unsure of what to do with his cock in my mouth I just kind of held my mouth open and let him move it in and out of me. 

"Is this your first blowjob too? Girl, you're much too pretty to be so...untouched. Don't tell me....you were saving yourself for marriage?" He says, cynically. 

Tears once again were pouring down my cheeks. I hated this guy so much not just for what he was doing to me but for how he made me feel about myself. 

"Close your mouth a little...damn girl, haven't you ever sucked on a popsicle before? You don't do it your mouth wide open." 

I close my lips around him as he gently pumps in and out of my mouth. At first I taste the bitterness of the alcohol on him but then I start to taste and feel a hot, slimy liquid. I freak out and try to push back but he's holding my head so tightly that I can't get away. My friends told me about swallowing cum and it sounded completely disgusting. I didn't ever want to do that. EVER! 

He pushes himself into my mouth farther and with more urgency. When his cock touches the back of my throat, it triggers my gag reflex. I cough and gag but he continues pressing on...unaware or unconcerned. I let out a whimper which seems to break his stride. 

"You okay, baby girl?" He says, looking down at me. He pulls out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I gasp and choke as he watches in amusement. "You gotta learn to breathe through your nose, if you ever expect to be good at this."

I don't ever want to be good at this!! I scream in my head. When I've finished coughing I notice that he's poured me another drink. He guides me down to himself again and goes to work assaulting my mouth and throat. His pumping reaches a feverish speed for what feels like several minutes. My jaws ache and I would swear my tonsils are bruised. He lets out a pleasure-filled gasp as he unloads his burning, hot cum inside my mouth. I close my throat not wanting to swallow but he continues pumping until my mouth is full and overflowing.

"Swallow it!" He screams.

Reluctantly, I swallow, feeling the slimy, liquid ooze down my already raw throat. He seemed to have a never ending supply as he continues to ram himself into my mouth. Finally he finishes and pulls himself out. I gulp and gag as my stomach churns. Without warning, everything in my stomach makes its way back out. I vomit all over myself, him, the couch and the floor. 

"Oh, hell no!" 

"I'm sorry." I say, shaking violently. 

He grabs me by the nape of my neck and drags me into the bathroom. He flings me into the shower turning the water on full blast. The cold water sends shivers coursing through my body. He rips my dress up over my head so that I am crouching naked with the cold water running over me causing chill bumps to form all over my body. 

"I didn't mean to....I'm sorry." I say, covering myself with my arms.

He adjusts the knobs on the shower to make the water a more bearable temperature. When the water is warm, he climbs in with me. I try to memorize the tattoos on his body. He has a cross with skeleton hands holding it on his chest and a gun on his shoulder. There is another one on his leg but I can't tell what it is. 

He grabs a bar of soap lathering it in his hands. I back up as far in the corner as I can while he washes the stench off himself before turning his attention to me. He grabs my arm pulling me over to him staring with a cold, icy glare in his eyes. My breasts disappear in a layer of thick, soapy bubbles. He pries my hand from my privates and gives it a good cleaning as well.

"Those are some nasty looking bruises." He says inspecting the damage he caused to my inner thighs earlier today. Was that just this morning? This has been the longest day of my life! 

"Maybe you shouldn't fight so much." He says, rubbing his hands along the bruises. "Just relax and enjoy it." 

A defiant grunt escapes my lips. Enjoy it! While I'm being repeatedly raped! What a fucking idiot!

"What? You don't like this?" He says, lifting me up and onto his bulging penis in one swift move, catching me totally off guard. His mouth attacks my neck – kissing, licking, sucking enthusiastically. He presses my back against the shower wall holding my legs apart with his hands. He reaches around lifting my arms up over his shoulders. He shifts his body to let the warm-almost hot-water run over me, washing away my soapy cover. His lips move down to my breasts. He licks them eagerly flicking my nipples with his tongue. 

Steam builds as the shower water runs enveloping the room in a thick, hazy fog. My emotions are ripped to shreds and my sanity is gone! Before I realize what is happening my body betrays me again. 

"That's my girl." He says, feeling the rush of my juices pouring out of me. He grabs my ass cheeks pulling me rhythmically up and down on his pulsating manhood. I hate myself for giving him this satisfaction.

He picks up the pace as the feel of my unwanted orgasm excites him. He rams his cock inside of me slamming my back against the hard tile wall. His breathing reaches a rapid pace as he pushes harder and harder, finally letting out a satisfied moan as he impales me against the wall. 

When I come to my senses, I've got my legs and arms tightly wrapped around him and my face is buried against his neck. We both steady are breathing before daring to move, as he pulls me off him and cum runs down my leg covering the shower floor. 

After washing himself off, he climbs out of the shower grabbing a towel and starts drying off his body. I slide down the back of the wall, sitting on the shower floor, ashamed of what I had just done. 

He dries his short black hair and wraps the towel around his waist. He takes another towel from the closet and reaches his hand out to me. I stare at him, chin quivering as the tears once again burn at my eyes. He beckons me with his finger and when I still don't move he reaches in a grabs my arm, yanking me to my feet. 

"You can be so god damn stubborn sometimes!" He says, roughly drying me with the towel. He dries my arms, my breasts and my stomach then spins me around to dry my back, my bottom and the backs of my legs. He spins me around again drying the fronts of my legs and then my mound. With no hint of the gentleness he was showing in the shower he rubs my privates dry. He bends me over wrapping the towel on my head and rubs it haphazardly drying my long dark hair. He leads me into another room, a bedroom, and pulls a t shirt out of a duffle bag lying on the bed. 

"You'll have to wear this since you made a mess of your pretty little dress." He says, handing it to me and watching as I slip it on. 

"It'll have to do for now." He says, looking me up and down. The shirt barely covers my nakedness underneath which he notices, lifting the shirt ever so slightly to look at my clean-shaven mound. 

He grabs my arm and leads me through the living room and into the kitchen. He takes a handful of paper towels and a bottle of cleaner out of the cabinet and hands it to me. Walking me back into the living room where my mess still lays on the couch and the floor. 

"Clean it up." He says, pushing me over to the couch. 

I do as he says, cleaning the vomit off the couch and the floor sobbing the entire time. 

I just want to go home.



Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 04



My abductor sits in the chair watching TV with a beer in his hand as I finish cleaning up the mess I made on the floor. I walk to the kitchen to throw away the paper towels and wash my hands in the sink. I scan the room looking for an exit route. There are blinds over most of the windows in this cabin except for the small window above the sink. Peering out, I see nothing but trees. 

I notice a door off to the side of the kitchen but I'm not sure if it's just a closet or if it to a garage. As I contemplate my escape, I feel the weight of his stare on me making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I quickly grab a paper towel and dry my hands. If I was certain that door was a way out I would go for it, right here and right now. I would have enough of a head start that I'm sure I could get away, but if it is just a closet I will only succeed in making him mad and I really don't want to do that.

"Come in here and sit down." 

Taking a deep breath, I walk into the living room where he is patting his lap for me to come and sit down. A lump forms in the back of my throat. No more, please no more, I beg inaudibly. I sit rigidly in his lap, shuddering at his touch. His hands pull me into his chest and I sink down into him, curling up into a tight ball. He rubs his hand across my cheek, down my neck and all along the outline of my body.

"What do you want from me?" I say in between sobs.

"Isn't it obvious?" He says running his hands along my body. 

"But why me?" 

"Oh, there's a perfectly good explanation; I'm just not going to tell you what it is right now." 

"Just tell me why you're doing this, god-dammit!" I scream, frustrated that he's evading my questions.

"I don't think you're in any position to make demands, Princess." He says, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear like my mother does when she's comforting me. 

"Who the hell are you?" I say, smacking his hand away from my face. 

"Your worst nightmare." He whispers in my ear as he grabs a handful of my hair tightly in his grasp. Without warning, he lifts me unto his lap and pushes me down onto him ripping my dry woman-flesh apart without any preparation. 

"No more...." I beg, slumping forward as I pass out from the trauma this painful day has caused me. 

I wake from the terrifying nightmare only to discover this is my new reality. I'm lying naked in a bed covered with black satin sheets. My arms are bound in handcuffs over my head attached to the black metal headboard. Every inch of my body aches. I look down at my body covered in bruises and red circular marks that I assume are hickeys. 

"Let me go! You fucking sick bastard! Aaahh!" I scream, yanking and pulling on the chains until my wrists and shoulders hurt. "Help me! Somebody please! Help me. Mommy!" 

My screaming is futile. There is no one around to help me. 

I awaken to find him sitting on the bed beside me.

"You're so cute when you're yelling out for your mommy in your sleep." He says, reaching down to kiss my forehead. Unconsciously, I slam my head against his face. 

"You stupid little..." He covers his nose that is gushing blood with one hand and slaps me across the face with the other. 

"I am so sorry...I didn't mean to..."

"You just accidentally slammed your head against my face?" He says as blood pours through his fingers. 

"No, no. I just got scared and I overreacted, I'm really sorry, you have to believe me." 

"Shut up! I don't want your hear your mouth right now." His face is bright red and his hands are balled into tight fists. His nose is swollen and his eyes are already starting to turn black and blue. I think his nose is broken. I would be proud of myself if I wasn't so terrified. He ignores me as he pulls out a shirt from his duffle bag and replaces it with the bloodied shirt he is currently wearing. 

"I'm sorry..."

"I said shut the fuck up!" He says with his fists so tight his knuckles are white. He slams the door shut behind him as he leaves the room. 

I can hear things crashing to the ground in the other room and I'm not sure what's going on. Is he planning to kill me...preparing a way to dump my body. My mind is running wild bringing me close a nervous breakdown. I shudder, sinking deeper into the bed. Every nerve in my body is on edge. Every sound I hear sends me into trembling fits. Each time I hear him walk by, I hold my breath and pray that he keeps on walking. 

Hours later, I don't know exactly how long, the door opens. He walks in. Without a word he climbs in the bed beside me. I lay perfectly still with my eyes clamped shut. I feel like a little kid that thinks if I can't see him than he can't see me. I wait for him to hit me or grab me or touch me but he doesn't. When I finally get the courage to open one eye, I look over to see him lying with his back to me on the edge of the bed. 

"Ummm, excuse me, can I use to the bathroom?" I say, in a near whisper, fear in my voice. I really didn't want to bother him but I really have to go. 

He grunts and sits up. Walking over to the dresser he pulls a key out of the top drawer and unlocks my handcuffs. He grabs my arm tightly and leads me to the bathroom. He pushes me in and slams the door shut. I sit down to relief myself, looking nervously around the room. The first thing I notice is that the door doesn't have a lock. Then I see a small window to the right of the sink. I walk over and peer outside the window seeing that it's pitch black outside, not even the light of the moon. I'm fairly positive I'm on the first floor, I don't ever remember going up any steps but I can't be 100% sure. As I am debating with myself about whether or not I should open the window, a knock at the door steals all of my courage. 

"You done yet?" He says, impatiently outside the door. 

"Almost." I say running back over to the toilet. I didn't want him barging in and seeing me standing at the window. He's mad enough already. I'll try later. As soon as I flush the toilet, the door is open and has a hold of my arm. 

"Can I wash my hands?" I say, as he starts pulling me toward the door. 

"Hurry up." He says tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. 

I wash up quickly and he leads me back to the bedroom where he places my hands back into the restraints. I am sure to be extra compliant not offering any resistance whatsoever. After I'm placed back in the restraints, he lays down with his back facing me again. I should be grateful that's he is finally leaving me alone.

"I just want you to know I'm really sorry, I swear, it was an accident." I say, apparently only talking to the wall because he doesn't respond, he doesn't even move. He must be asleep.

After what seems like forever, he rolls over in bed. At first, I assume it's just an involuntary movement in his sleep but when I look over, he's staring right at me. Even in the dark with just the faint light of an alarm clock, I can see his eyes fixed on me.   

"I almost killed you." He says, very matter-of-factly. His statement sends a shiver down my back. "It took everything in me not to."

"I'm sorry." I say, trying desperately to control my emotions. 

"Don't ever do that again." He says, in a strange tone that didn't sound hateful or intimidating, it was more like concern. And with that he closes his eyes and falls asleep, leaving me feeling cold and alone as I lay naked and exposed. 

I watch him lying peacefully in the dark, his strong jaw covered in a light shadowy stubble. I lean in close feeling the warmth of his breath on my face. 

'What the hell is wrong with you, Ava?' I scold myself, finding my eyes lingering too long on him.

He awakens to find me curled up in a ball against him shivering in the cool night air.

"Thanks." I say, as he pulls the sheet off the floor and covers me up with it. 

In the morning I wake to hear him whistling in the kitchen. I can hear pots and pans clanging and wonderful scent of bacon frying. Several minutes later he walks in the room carrying a plate full of food on it. Bacon, eggs, toast and jelly. Everything looks so good. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I can't remember the last time I ate. 

"Good morning, sunshine." He says, smiling at me.

He releases the cuffs from my wrists and I sit up in the bed. I really have to pee but I want to wait until after I eat because if I try to sneak out the bathroom window I need all the strength I can get. I find it annoying and a little bit creepy that he only brings one fork with him and takes the liberty of feeding me like a child. The way he's smiling at me makes me turn away shyly. 

"You know I don't WANT to hurt you." He says, gently stroking my cheek. I can't figure this guy out with his split personalities!

"Then why are you doing this?" I say, knowing that I shouldn't risk making him angry but it's something I really want to know. 

"It's complicated." 

"What do you mean complicated?" 

"I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you." He says, with a semi-serious look on his face that I can't read.

"You can trust me." I say, hoping he would reveal something, anything to let me know what in the world is going on. 

"Can I?"

"Yes. At least tell me how long you plan on keeping me here." 

"Until it's time."

"Time for what?"

"Shhhh." He says, softly placing a finger over my mouth, shutting down any chance of me finding the answers to my questions.

He holds my chin in his hand and pulls me toward him, gently kissing me. He pulls me closer, his tongue making its way into my mouth. For a moment I forget where I am and what I've been through, like it's all just been a hazy dream. This guy has chained me to his bed, held me prisoner, forced himself on me, and now I'm making out with him! What the hell is wrong with me? He kisses me until he feels me tensing up as I slowly return to my senses. He reaches down and puts his hand on my bare breast. I had been naked for so long that it didn't dawn on me that he had full access to any part of me he wanted. When he runs other hand along my waist and down to my exposed clit I flinch. 

"Come on, Sweetheart, I made you breakfast in bed and everything." 

"Can I pee first?" 

"Go on." He says slightly aggravated, motioning his hand toward the door. 

Was he really going to let me go by myself? Now's my chance, should I run straight for the front door? No, that would be too obvious, he would notice right away and come after me. 

I walk to the bathroom and shut the door, pools of sweat beading on my forehead. Quietly, I unlock the window and push it up slowly being careful not to make a sound. I climb onto the sink and lean my body over the window ledge.

Sliding headfirst out the window I am just inches away from freedom. Just as I reach out my hands out to touch the green grass below the window, he grabs hold of my ankles causing me to slam headfirst against the wood siding of the cabin. I squirm and kick trying to escape his grasp but he yanks me back inside, scraping layers of skin off my body as I'm pulled back in the window. Once inside, I'm thrown down hard against the tile floor. 

"I thought you said I could trust you?" 

"I thought you said you didn't want to hurt me?" I say matching the disdain in his voice, looking at the blood oozing from the scrapes across my stomach and legs. 

He stares at me with a look of genuine shock on his face. 

"You MADE me do this to you!" He says, grabbing a towel and wetting in the sink. He presses the warm cloth against the cuts. "I can't believe this, I made bacon for you!"

"I just want to go home." I say, crying inconsolably in front of him.



Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 05



After my failed attempt at an escape out of the bathroom window, my captor takes me back into the bedroom and chains me back up to the bed. He leaves immediately without saying a word and I notice that his face is red and his knuckles are white again and although I did get bumped and scraped when he yanked me back in the window, I know it could have been worse. He controlled his temper enough not to really hurt me.

I hear him hear him talking loudly on the phone in the other room, I steady my breathing to try to listen to what he is saying. 

"How much longer do I have to do this? ... I'm going to end up killing this little bitch if I don't get out of here soon. ... Yeah I know but I just didn't think she was going to be this much trouble. ... I hope it's worth it. ... Call me as soon as you hear anything. ... Later."

I can't make sense of what he is saying. Who's he waiting on? What are they planning to do with me? What's going to be 'worth it'? Oh my God, I'm so scared. I can't remember just how long I've been here. I think about my mom worrying sick about me. I wonder if she has called the police, I wonder if people are out searching for me right now. I hope someone finds me soon, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I bury my face into the mattress and cry.

Pounding noises coming from the other room sends a vague terror coursing through my body. 

"Hey! Come in here. Don't leave me in here by myself." I say, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

He opens the door and stares at me with his arms folded tightly across his chest. 

"Please, let me go home. Please. I won't say anything to anybody, I promise. Please I just want to go home."

"I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to." He says, flatly.

Tears continue to flow as I weep hysterically, clamping my legs together, thrashing in the bed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

I hesitate for a moment before finally admitting, "I really have to pee."

"Ha, that's a good one, you expect me to fall for that one again?" 

"No, for real, I'm serious."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't really think I can trust you. Should I?" He says forcing back a smile as he watches me squirm. "I probably shouldn't but you know what? I'm a nice guy. I'll give you one more chance."

He grabs my face in his hand, squeezing just enough to let me know he means business, "But don't do anything stupid because you won't get another."

"I won't do anything stupid, I promise." 

"I know." He says, with a smirk on his face, gently tapping his fingers on my cheeks. His confidence turns my stomach. Did he serious think that just because he was being somewhat nice to me now that I would just forgive and forget everything he has done to me? Asshole! But when I walk into the bathroom I figure out why he is so confident, he nailed the bathroom window shut. 

There is absolutely no chance in hell of getting out this way again. 

After I finish, I walk into the living room and find him sitting on the couch with his head propped against his fist. He notices my apprehension and pulls the t-shirt off the back of the couch and holds it out to me. 

"Thank you." I say, pulling the shirt over my head and sitting down awkwardly on the other end of the couch. He's watching a slasher movie on TV. During a commercial, he goes to the kitchen and returns with a bowl of chips and a six pack of beer. I scoot in a little closer to grab a handful of popcorn. He makes no attempts to grope me or even touch me. If circumstances were different this might actually be somewhat enjoyable. 

"This is one of your favorites, isn't it?" He says, looking over at me.

"How do you know that?" I say with a chill running down my spine.

"Ava, I told you, I know everything there is to know about you." 

"How? How do you know things about me?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know."

"Yes I do." I say adamantly. 

"Watch this, this is the good part." He says, turning his attention to the TV obviously evading my question. He sinks back into the couch, downing another can of beer. 

Before I have a chance to say another word he shushes me, placing a finger over his lips. Frustrated I slump back into the couch. 

"I've got to piss. You'll be here when I get back right?" He says with a smile in a soft, non-threatening tone after downing two or three more beers.

"Of course." I say, giving him an uneasy glance. 

As soon as he walks away, panic wells up inside me. Should I make a break for it? I want to. I want to go home and curl up in my own bed and pretend that this nightmare never happened. I want to hug my mom and tell her I will listen to everything she says from now on. I want this guy to pay for what he's done to me. 

Before I know it, the toilet flushes and the bathroom door opens. He walks out of the bathroom with a contented grin on his face. He sits down beside me, slipping his hand into mine.

"I wasn't sure you'd still be here." He says, leaning back against the couch. 

"I said I would." I say, trying to keep from sounding disappointed but failing miserably. 

"Yeah, I've heard that before." He squeezes my hand gently and then resumes to watching the movie. 

An unusually gory and violent scene from the movie causes me to cower back into the couch, covering my eyes with my hands. 

"Do you want me to change the channel?" He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. I shake my head, embarrassed for acting like such a child. Normally I love watching scary movies but the reality of living through one takes the fun out of watching them. I find myself unconsciously clinching my eyes shut each time a brutal attack comes on the screen. I find myself curled up into a tiny ball allowing him to protectively envelope me in his strong arms. 

At some point I must have dozed off because I hear the toilet flush again and realize that I missed another opportunity to run. He sits back down, gently lifting me up to slide in underneath me. A different horror flick is on TV now it must be some kind of a marathon. 

His breathing is loud and raspy and when I look up I notice his eyes are closed. Judging by the amount of cans sitting on the end table he's had maybe a dozen or so. Slowly, I move his arm from around my waist and lift myself to a sitting position on the couch. He makes a snorting noise and then smacks his lips and rolls over. I sit perfectly still until I'm sure that he's not awake. I slowly untangle myself from the blanket that is wrapped around me and wedged underneath him. I silently stand to my feet and tiptoe toward the front door. I look back at him lying peacefully on the couch and for a split second feel bad about leaving. 

Don't be an idiot Ava get the hell out of here while you have the chance! I chide myself. 

I open the door, my heart sinking to my gut as it makes a creaking sound. I freeze in terror. I peer over my shoulder to see that he is still sound-asleep so I take off out the door. It is pitch black outside with just the light of a distant street lamp illuminating the gravel road. My heart starts pounding in my chest as a car pulls up the road. 

"Help me!" I say, flailing my arms as I run up to the stopped car. The passenger side window rolls down and I look in at the large man sitting in the driver's seat with a shaved bald head and large gages in his ears. 

"Get in, let me get you out of here." He says. Something about this man gives me a very bad vibe. I swallow a lump in my throat and back away slowly. "Get in the car!" 

I take off running when his car door opens and he jumps out of the car. In the darkness, I trip over a tree stump jutting out of the ground twisting my ankle badly. The man comes up behind me and I scramble to get to my feet but fall back to the ground writhing in pain. 

"Where do you think you're going?" He says, grabbing me around the waist and slinging me over his shoulder. 

"Leave me alone!" I scream, punching and kicking at him.

"I don't think so!" He says, carrying me back to the cabin and barging through the front door nearly ripping the hinges off as he stomps into the living room. 

"What the hell?" My captor says, startled from his sleep on the couch. He jumps up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you, you haven't been answering your phone. You're lucky I showed up when I did or she would have been gone and you would be fucked right now." The man holding me says as he throws me to the floor, slamming me up against the coffee table. 

"What are you talking about?" The first guy says, lifting me gently up off the floor unto the couch. His face changes as it finally dawns on him what the other man said, "She was outside?" 

"She was. She took off running when I pulled up. If she didn't trip on that damn tree stump out there I never would have caught her. The way I figure it, you owe me one."

The solemn look of betrayal on his face almost makes me feel guilty. In a pained voice he says, "I thought we had an understanding?"  

"I thought you understood that I just want to go home." I say with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Whatever. I need a smoke." He says getting up from the couch and stumbling backwards, slamming his fist into the wall. He takes off out the front door, slamming it shut on his way out. "You can babysit her for a while."

"No, no. Please, don't leave." I scream as he walks out the door, leaving me alone with this new scary-looking man. 

"Have you been a bad girl? Maybe I should teach you a lesson." He says, throwing me over his lap. He starts spanking me like a child until my ass is on fire. His body is hot and clammy and he reeks of sweat and body odor. I flail my legs but my foot hits the side of the couch sending shockwaves of pain throughout my entire body. 

After he finishes assaulting my backside, he throws me onto the couch spreading both my legs into the air and taking a nice long look at my womanhood. He moans pleasurably and licks at his lips ripping the shirt off my body. 

"It looks like Ty has been having some fun with you." He says, tracing the hickey marks on my breasts. 

He kneels down in front of me on the couch, holding my legs open both of his hands digging his fingernails deep into my skin. He buries his face in my mound, assaulting me with his tongue. He licks feverishly at my pussy, slurping and sucking noisily as he pulls my legs farther and farther open until it feels like he is going to rip me apart. 

"Stop! Get off of me!" I scream when he bites down on my clit. I swing my fist landing a solid blow to his left ear. He pauses, grabbing at his head just long enough for me to wiggle out from under him. I take one step on my hurt leg and fall to floor in excruciating pain. 

"You're gonna regret that!" He says, jumping on top of me with one hand on my throat and the other raised right above my face. 

"Go to hell!" I say, spitting in his face. I would rather die than to allow another bastard to rape me. 

He smacks my face hard enough that I taste the blood from my busted lip. I kick and scream louder as both his hands wrap around my throat. 

"Stop fighting or I'll break your fucking neck." 

"Fuck you!" I say defiantly as he slowly chokes the life out of me. 

"That is enough!" An unfamiliar male voice says.

"Yes sir." The man on top of me says scrambling to get to his feet. He falls to the ground beside me before I even hear the sound of the bullet piercing his body.



Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 06



I lie perfectly still on the floor next to the body of the large man who only moments ago was choking me to death and now lays in a pool of his own blood with a bullet hole through his heart. 

"No!" Ty says, entering the house to find his friend lying face down on the floor.

"Do I not say for you to walk away?" The older dark-haired man says with a thick accent. He's wearing an expensive-looking three piece black suit and dark sunglasses. 

"Why did you kill him?" Ty says backing toward the door. 

"We need someone to take the fall for the kidnapping, do we not?" 

"He was my best friend..." 

"And for that I am sorry." The man says with no hint of remorse. "Since you decided to stick around be of some use, take her to the bedroom and tie her up."

"But..." 

"Do as I say unless you want to end up like your friend over there." The old man says snapping his fingers and the tall, thin man standing beside him with the gun points it at Ty's head. He walks slowly towards me reaching his hand out to me. I attempt to stand but stumble forward into his arms in excruciating pain as my leg buckles under my weight. 

"What's wrong?" 

"My ankle." I say through pain-filled sobs, grabbing at my leg that is already beginning to 

swell. 

"Her ankle is broken." Ty says, kneeling down to look at my leg. He looks at the man for permission and then lifts me up into his arms, carrying me into the bedroom. 

"Who is that man? What's going on?" I say as he sets me down gently on the bed. I am nearing hysterics as panic wells up inside me.

"Calm down." He says, sitting down on the bed beside me after shutting the bedroom door. 

"Calm down? Are you fucking serious, right now? How am I supposed to calm down when I don't know what the hell is going on and that guy...that guy out there is dead!" I say, pushing him away. 

"I know, I get it. I just need you to be quiet for a minute while I try to figure this shit out." He says, standing up and running his hand through his hair. 

"Figure what shit out?"

"Just shut the hell up for one minute, can you do that?" He says in frustration, nervously pacing back and forth. 

"Shit, shit, shit." He mumbles to himself as he sits down on the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. "They fuckin' killed Nate."

I slump down into the bed curling myself into a ball and sobbing inconsolably. 

"Listen, I want to apologize for...what I did to you...before. I would say I'm sorry but that just doesn't seem like enough, you know? I work for these people, bad people, and I'm in way over my head. I shouldn't be telling you any of this..." 

"I'm scared." I say on the verge of a meltdown.

"I'm sorry. I just need you to know that I'm not a monster,well at least, I never used to be. I know this is hard to understand. Believe me when I say that I wish I could take all of this back. I was none of this ever would have happened. I don't blame you for being angry, I don't blame you for hating me..." He says with a genuine look of fear in his eyes.

"I don't hate you." 

"You should." He says with eyes full of anguish. 

He pulls the sheets over my naked body and gently kisses the top of my head. I reach out and grab his hand and hold onto it, feeling him trembling as much as me.

"Just tell me one thing, is your name Ty?" 

"Why? Where'd you hear that?" He says, trying to cover the uneasiness in his voice. 

"That guy, the one that was shot, he called you Ty." 

"Oh, yeah." He says, looking away for a moment, pain evident on his face. "That's just a nickname I got growing up because I like to fight. My friends called me Tyson and it just kinda stuck. How's your ankle?"

"It hurts but I'll be alright." 

The bedroom door opens and the man in charge asks if I'm properly tied up. 

"She's got a broken ankle I don't think she's going anywhere." Ty says. 

"I do not pay you to think." The man with the accent says snapping his fingers at his minion before walking out of the room. The man slams Ty in the head with the butt of his rifle knocking him to the ground. 

"Tie her up." The man says tossing Ty a roll of duct tape with which to complete the task. "Make sure to cover her mouth."  

"I'm so sorry." Ty says, gently wrapping my wrists with the duct tape and securing me to the headboard like the man instructed, covering my mouth with the tape as well.

"Now let's go." The man motions for Ty to exit the room when he finishes. 

"I'd rather stay with her." 

"I'd rather be in Cabo with a stiff drink in my hand and a tight pussy on my dick; do you think I give a shit what you want?" The man says again motioning for Ty to leave the room. 

"I promise I won't let anyone hurt you." He says, bending over to whisper in my ear. 

"Aww, isn't that cute, you actually think you can protect her." The man says before grabbing his collar and hurling him into the living room, slamming the door shut behind him. I hear the sound of someone being punched repeatedly and a loud thud that I can only imagine is Ty falling to the ground. The sounds of the brutal beating stops and is replaced by a terrifying silence. After several minutes pass, the silence is broken by people talking. 

"What are we doing here?" A distorted female voice says. Though I can't hear the voice clearly, it sounds eerily familiar. "Oh my god, what happened to these men? You know I can't be a part of anything like this, Viktor." 

"Oh, this is quite different. I brought you here, my dear Elise, to broker a deal." 

'Mom!' I struggle against my restraints. What the hell is my mother doing here? And why does she seem so familiar with this man who is clearly a part of my kidnapping and assault. 

"What kind of a deal, Viktor?" 

"I need you to drop a couple of cases you have against some of my...associates." The man with a thick accent says. 

"But why here?" 

"Why not here?" It's quiet, out of the way, far from all the prying eyes in the city." He says, in a tone that I can't quite pinpoint. 

"Which cases? How many are we talking?"

"Five."

"No way. I can't just drop five cases...are you crazy? That would bring way too much unwanted attention and suspicion to my office!" 

"Are you sure, my Love?" 

"Stop it, Viktor." My mother says.

"Elise..." He says and I could swear I hear them kissing but I'm confident that I am mistaken. "I really hope we can see eye to eye on this matter, my dear. I would really hate for certain information to get out about the secret life of the County Prosecutor and the truth about her husband's death. That could be very bad for you, bringing a lot of unwanted attention and suspicion."

"Are you blackmailing me?" My mother says, in disgust. "Is that what this is? Because I have a lot of incriminatory information on you, as well, Viktor. I don't think this plays out well for either of us?"

My mind can't believe what I am hearing. Did that man allude to my father's death not being an accident? I can't help but think that he and my mom seem a little too familiar and I am also extremely unnerved by the callousness in my mother's voice. 

"Yeah, you may be right....but I think I might have something that might make you a little more...cooperative..." He says as the door to the bedroom is opened. 

"Ava! Oh my God, Ava!" My mom gasps, placing her hand over her mouth. "Are you hurt, baby?"

"Hold on, love....do we have ourselves a deal?" The man says, grabbing her arm as she tries to get to me. 

"Viktor...I...don't know what you expect of me." She says, panic rising in her voice. "I can try...."

"Try? That's the best you can do...try?" 

"Viktor please..." She says, grabbing his arm, "...please, I'm begging you."

"Begging me now, are you?" He says, patting her hand condescendingly. "How about you just do what 

I asked and this can all be over." 

"Okay...okay. I'll do what I can." 

"You see....that just doesn't give me a lot of confidence. I've heard your vague, empty promises before and they didn't work out so well for me in the past." 

"That was different..."

"Umm hmm. I wonder...does your daughter know anything about me?"

"Viktor..."

"It's Ava, am I right?" The man says, walking over and sitting down the bed beside me. He places his hand on the side of my face, patting it gently as he looks me up and down. "She looks a lot like you, Elise, very beautiful."

My mom tries to run to me but the man with the gun is holding her back just outside the doorway. Tears are streaming down my mother's face as she watches him pawing at me. 

"Sweet, Ava, do you know who I am?" He says, running his finger across my cheek and elbow and down my arm, gently lifting the sheet up to look at my naked breast.

I shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. 

"I am Viktor Petrovski. I'm a very good friend and former client of your mother. She was my lawyer for many years, a damned good one until she decided to...change professions." 

I suddenly remember what my mom had said about working for the "bad guys" and even though this man is very polite, charming and handsome, I can tell he's a very bad man. 

"Your mother's departure from my legal counsel has caused me...considerable difficulty. I am exceedingly apologetic that you were placed in the middle of all of this but it was, in fact, the only way for your mother to understand the gravity of the situation at hand. I too have a child who is in some trouble, my son Alexis is in danger of being sent away to prison for a very long time and you must understand that I cannot allow this to happen..."

"I can take care of that today, Viktor. I can fix this. Please, just let my daughter go and I can get Alexis out of jail."

"Yes, that is a start. You will keep my son out of prison along with Dmitry Ostrovsky, Stefan Markow, Anton Ivanov and Boris Kristoff. I will stay here and get to know your daughter a little better and send her to you once everything is taken care of."  

"I'm not leaving her without my daughter." My mother says, struggling against the man holding her back.

"I am sorry, love, but yes, you will." He stands up from the bed and walks over to her. He grabs her face and forcefully kisses her. She attempts to push away but he tightens his grip. When he finishes he grabs her face in hand and says, "If you tell anyone or send anyone here, your daughter will die. You have 24 hours. Show Ms. Connelly to the door."

"Ava baby, everything is going to be okay. I'm going to take care of this and get you home real soon, okay?" My mother says as she scrambles to her feet. "Don't listen to anything these people say to you. They will tell you all sorts of terrible lies. They will try to turn you against me. Don't listen to it." She says, with an edge to her voice that I've never heard before. 

"Take her now." 

"Please...don't do this...Viktor, please...." My mom says as she's being dragged away. 

With my mother gone, so many questions are swirling around in my head. He rips the strip of duct tape off my mouth ripping some skin along with it. His intense staring makes me increasingly nervous. I move as far away from his as I can get with my restraints. 

"What happened to Ty?" 

"Ah, so it is true. You do actually care about that pathetic piece of shit. That boy kidnapped you and raped you and now you worry about him?" 

"You made him do it." 

"On the contrary, he most willingly volunteered." 

"I don't believe you."

"What you believe is irrelevant, my dear. There are many things you believe that are not based in reality."

"Are you talking about my father's death?"

"It was such a tragic..." He says, purposefully trailing his sentence off to bait me.

"Accident."

"Accident? Umm, not exactly."

"You lie!"

"Do I?"

"Why should I trust anything you say?"

He shrugs his shoulders smugly.

"I guess you will want to ask your mother about it and hope that she tells you the truth." 

"Why wouldn't she tell me the truth?"

"Maybe because if she did, she would have to reveal things that she does not want you to know. Things that could sway your opinion or her, make you think less of her. She could never handle that." 

"So she was more than just your lawyer?"

"Very astute in your observations, Miss Connelly." The man says with a smug look on his face. "Much like your father."

"You knew my dad?"

"Of course."

"So you and my mom were...together..." I say, gagging a little in my mouth at the thought of it. "...before my dad died?"

"Yes." He says, brushing his hand against my cheek. "You are so very smart and very pretty, Miss Ava."

"Don't touch me!" I say, pulling away from him.

"And just as stubborn as your mother." He says, slowly pulling the sheet off of me. His breathing hastens as he stares at my body. His hand touches my cheek, sliding down my neck and then lightly caressing my breasts. His finger moves down along my side and across my leg, teasingly circling my inner thigh. A whimper escapes my lips as I shift my body away from his touch. 

"Dear sweet little Ava, we are going to have some fun."



Not Just Another Walk in the Park Ch. 07



I'm trapped in a cabin with Viktor Petrovski, the horrible man who is blackmailing my mother and holding me captive until she gets the cases against his son and associates dropped. I don't know if my mother will be capable of fulfilling the things he has asked of her and if she doesn't I don't know what that means for me. 

Viktor runs his hand down my leg and grabs my hurt ankle causing me to buck forward, yelling out in pain. 

"I love to hear a woman scream!" He says, leaning over me, his lips gently touching my neck. He moves up to nibble on my ear. His ringing cell phone draws his attention from me. 

"Help me, I'm being held hostage! My name is..." I scream when he answers his phone, hoping that somehow the person on the other end might be able to save me. Viktor backhands me, knocking me temporarily unconscious. 

"This was not a wise thing to do." Viktor says sitting down beside me when he walks back in the room after finishing his call. He holds a pocketknife in his hand that he flips open and waves the blade in front of my face. I lay paralyzed in fear clamping my eyes shut tight. I can feel his breath on my face as he slowly slides the blade up and down my skin. 

"Beg for your life." He says sadistically biting on my ear.

There is a catch in my throat, I am trying to speak words but no sounds are coming out. 

"Please...." I say. The only audible word I could spit out. 

"Please what? You want me to touch you?" He says, mockingly. "Absolutely, I can do that."

He runs his hand along my body, tracing every inch and curve. He climbs on top of me wedging his legs between mine. He spreads his legs to make an opening for his fingers to explore my nether parts. He pokes and prods at my pussy stopping only long enough to taste my juices on his fingers. 

"What do you want now, angel?" He says, sitting up on the bed. He slashes the tape off my wrists with his knife and then yanks me up to a sitting position. "You want me to fuck your ass, is that what you said?" 

"No." I shake my head violently nearly hyperventilating. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement coming from the living room. I look over to see Ty, all bloodied and bruised, sneaking up behind a man standing guard just outside the bedroom door. He places a finger over his mouth and then grabs the man's head and twists it in one swift movement. The man sinks to the floor in a crumpled heap. Ty then motions for me to duck. I lower my head into Viktor's lap.

"Oh, Miss Connelly, you are more like your mother than I imagined." Viktor says in a sickeningly arrogant tone. A shot rings out and Viktor slumps over on top of me with a bullet hole in his head. 

"Are you okay?" Ty says, pulling me out from underneath Viktor's lifeless body. 

"I'm fine. Let's get out of here." 

He grabs his duffle bag off the floor and slips his arm around my waist. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and we scramble toward the front door. My adrenaline is pumping so hard that I can barely feel the pain as we make our way to the black Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway. 

"Get in!" Ty says opening the driver's side door and pushing me inside. I climb over to the passenger's side seat grabbing his bag as he climbs in. He starts the ignition just as a car comes barreling down the road. Bullets fly as two men jump out of the car and run toward us. Ty throws the car in reverse and peels out of the gravel driveway sending rocks flying through the air at the men. 

"Hold on!" He says as he slams the car into drive and takes off down the gravel road. I force my head against the headrest, holding on for dear life. 

"Shit!" I hear him mumble under his breath as he looks into the rearview mirror. I don't even have to look to know that they are following right behind us. 

"Put your seatbelt on." 

Just moments after I buckle up, we pull onto a paved road, skidding sideways before he guns it. Tires squeal as he straightens the car out before taking off down the road at top speed. A bullet shatters the passenger side mirror. I scream, holding my head in my hands. 

"Are you hurt?" Ty says, turning to look at me. 

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I say as he drifts into the opposite lane. "Don't worry about me, just drive!" 

"Yes Ma'am." He says, slamming the gas pedal down, barreling down the road. He makes a sharp right hand turn at an intersection and then makes an immediate left down a heavily wooded area. 

"Are they still behind us?"

"I think we lost them." He says wiping sweat off his forehead. 

We keep driving for a while, finally feeling confident that we are no longer being followed. 

As the sun begins setting in the sky, we come to a small town. He pulls into the back alley of a strip mall and leans his head against the steering wheel.

"You alright?" I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. He's a mess, covered in dried blood and shaking violently. 

"Oh sure, I'm fine. I just killed a notorious Russian mob boss, I'm great!" Ty says slamming his head against the steering wheel. 

"Ty calm down." 

"My god damn name isn't Ty, it's Mike, Michael Adams. I'm as good as dead now anyway so I guess it doesn't matter." I can hear the rage in his voice. I sink back into my seat pulling my legs up my chest and resting my head on my knees. He digs through his bag and throws a shirt and a pair of shorts at me. 

"Put some clothes on. I'm taking you home." He says, gripping his hands tightly on the steering wheel.

"No, I don't want to go home."

"What? That's all you've been saying since this started." 

"That was before..." I say, unable to complete the thought of own mother's betrayal. "Just take me somewhere far away. We can just go somewhere and start over."

"You're not safe with me, Ava." 

"You saved my life back there." 

"I'm also the reason your life was in danger to begin with." 

"I don't think that's true. I know Viktor paid you to do it and I'm sure it had something to do with my mother's relationship with Viktor. I think you were just a pawn in his game, just like me, only you didn't realize you were being played." 

"It doesn't matter whether I was played or not, the fact is I'm going to be wanted for kidnapping, rape, grand theft auto, murder and who knows what the hell else by the time they get through with me."

"I'm not going to press charges against you. For all anyone knows I went with you on my own and I consented to everything. You saved my life the rest of it doesn't matter."

"But I know and it matters to me." 

"Don't be a fucking martyr, Mike, I know you're not a monster." I say, holding his face to look into his eyes. 

"Ava...." He says, lowering his eyes. 

"Mike....look at me...I need you right now."

Police sirens wail in the distance. Sensing his apprehension, I grab his hands as it trembles violently. The sirens loom closer and the darkened sky is illuminated in an eerie red and blue glow. We both let out an audible sigh of relief when the police cruisers speed by heading the direction of the cabin.

That was a year ago, today. The day the rest of my world was shattered after finding out that my mother was involved in the death of my father. 

They say hindsight is 20/20 and it's true. When I look back on the days leading up to the day my father died I should have known the truth all along. I remember the night my father died like it was yesterday. I remember my parents arguing that night, which had become a common occurrence in recent months. I remember my mother was making dinner and told Dad to go get her something at the grocery store that she needed for dinner. He argued with her about going because he had had an especially bad day at work. I offered to go but she insisted that he go and he finally gave in. He walked out the door that night and never came back. 

My mother is in jail now. She would have me believe that she was just another one of Viktor Petrovski's poor innocent victims but nothing could be further from the truth. When the authorities investigated her, they found numerous cases that she dropped or 'lost' that let known Petrovski associates off. The man who was sent to prison in the drunk-driving case involving my father testified that my mother and Viktor Petrovski planned it out and paid him to do it. He said that my mother was supposed to get him off but didn't. He would have testified against them sooner but Viktor threatened to kill his family if he said a word so he kept quiet until now. 

Mike told me the reason he knew so much about me was because Petrovski had cameras placed in our home years ago. Viktor had live access inside our house 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Cameras were set up in our bedrooms, the living room, kitchen and even in our bathrooms. He had been watching everything we did for years, even before my dad died. That fact still haunts me to this day. 

I found out Mike's father, Carl Adams was police officer who was investigating my father's case. Turns out, he was close to figuring out the truth of my father's accident and the nature of the relationship between Viktor and my mother. My mother was somehow able to bring bogus charges against him of tampering with evidence, harassment and even attempted rape. He was indicted and sent to jail where he was killed by some inmates who knew that he was a cop. All of this was somehow kept out of the public eye and even from me. 

Mike blamed my mother for his father's death and became an easy target for Petrovski to manipulate to get what he wanted. Mike and his friend Nate Davidson were going to be the scapegoats in my kidnapping case. It would his DNA on me and at the crime scene. Mike would have been the one going to jail if thing went bad but instead he made sure that no one else would ever take the fall for Viktor Petrovski again. 

Mike is currently serving a 5 year prison sentence for the killing Petrovski and the other man in the cabin that day. He will be eligible for parole next year.