M. Jacobs - Abused family
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M. J. Jacobs
Abused family
CHAPTER ONE
Janet Summers glanced furtively about her at the shadows cast by the abandoned warehouses that lined both sides of the street. There was no telling what lurked in those shadows, no telling who might be waiting there to do her harm. She wished that she had had enough sense to take a busier street, but she had decided on the shortest mute to the train station and there was no turning back now.
Janet had decided to work late at her real estate office this evening, which would have been perfectly all right if her car hadn't refused to start. Now she was stuck in the city with no way home to the suburbs except the train. She could have taken the street she usually took to the depot when this sort of thing happened, but her four children were at home waiting for her and if she didn't catch the ten o'clock train she wouldn't be able to get home until two in the morning. The route she had decided upon would get her there in time, as long as no trouble came her way.
Janet was a very stable woman, a woman who could handle herself in most situations. She wasn't the kind of woman who feared danger lurking in the shadows, but there was something about the deserted street that bothered her. She could almost feel the presence of danger. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that a woman just wasn't safe out alone at that hour in that area of town, especially a woman as well endowed as her.
She tried to banish from her mind thoughts of rape, but the feeling of impending danger stayed with her. She hadn't seen a single soul in a long time, and certainly not a policeman. No one would hear her if she screamed, and there were plenty of abandoned buildings into which she could be dragged by an attacker. She shuddered at the thought and quickened her pace. She tried to think about something else, about her four children, a subject she always loved to think about.
Terry and Lynn, her two lovely daughters, were probably whipping up something for their brothers to eat. Janet knew that Terry and Lynn loved to play mother to the bays occasionally, and she knew that Greg and Jack loved to take advantage of the situation. Greg and Jack were probably bedeviling her daughters at that very moment. She only wished she were at home in the bosom of her family rather than walking down a deserted street on the rough side of town.
At first Janet thought she was hearing things, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps behind her, timed closely, but not closely enough, with her own. She had to stop for a second, had to be sure that she was alone. She gasped audibly when she heard the heavy steps continue for a second or two after she had stopped.
She wasn't alone. She was being followed. It was almost too horrible to believe. She wanted to look behind her and see who was walking in the shadows, but she didn't dare. She wafted faster, increasing her pace steadily as her fears grew wilder. The click of her high heels resounded off the hard walls surrounding her. The heavy clatter of boots was getting closer and closer. Before long, the frightened woman was half running in the night.
Janet cried out when the heel of her shoe caught in a grating and sent her sprawling. She thought she would die when she felt a heavy hand on her delicate shoulder. She looked up and saw the wickedly grinning face of a teenage boy. The kid may have been young, but he had the air of a man who could take what he wanted, and Janet feared that what he wanted was her.
"Here, take my purse! Take all the money! I won't tell the police!" she screamed. "Just leave me alone!"
"We're gonna take that purse all right, bitch! And that ain't all we're gonna take!" the kid rasped, his face twisted into a look of wicked delight.
"Oh God no! Here! Take the money! Fifty dollars! Just don't hurt me!" she cried, handing the boy the purse.
The kid dug into the purse, throwing her things out as he went through it. It was her only chance to escape. Perhaps she could get away while he was searching for her money. She somehow managed to struggle to her feet. Kicking off her shoes, she ran down the street as fast as her feet could carry her, screaming at the top of her voice as she ran.
It was no used. She heard the boy's boots close behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see the cruel-looking boy reaching out to grab her shoulder. She had to escape. There was no telling what the boy would do to her now that she had crossed him. She darted into an alley, running blindly down the pitch-black corridor. She only hoped it wasn't a dead end.
"Get her, Tony! She's comin' your way, man!" she heard her pursuer shout.
"I'm gonna get her, Mad Dog!" another voice called from the shadows at the end of the alley.
"Hold that bitch, you guys! She's got some fight in her!" her attacker growled, still running after her.
Janet stopped in her tracks, staring into the darkness like a frightened animal. She couldn't go back and she couldn't go forward. She could see somebody moving in the shadows, but she couldn't make out their faces until they suddenly stepped into a shaft of light thrown by the moon. There were two of them, both between fifteen and eighteen she supposed, although they carried themselves as if they were grown men. Both darkly brooding faces wore expressions of cockiness and lust. She knew that they wouldn't be satisfied with the money in her purse.
The two boys walked toward her with heavy steps, the silver studs of their black leather jackets and leather pants glistening coldly in the moonlight. The boy behind her moved closer, too, moved so close that she could feel her breath on the back of her neck. She had been paralyzed with fear for a few moments she suddenly regained control of herself long enough to bolt, but it was too late. She felt the boys' strong hands grip her arms and shoulders. She was lost.
"Hey, man! This bitch is a real fighter! She's gonna be one hot fuck!" one of the three kids rasped.
"Yeah, Rico! She's gonna ball up a fuckin' storm! Bet her cunt's hot for us already!" the boy who had attacked her on the street said in a low and controlled voice, his hands roving over her back and shoulders as he held her tightly.
"Looks like a rich bitch!" Rico, the tallest of the boys, said, his dark eyes glimmering. "How 'bout it, cunt? You from the rich side of town? Kinda out of place down here, aren't you?"
"Please let me go! Please! I'll do anything you ask! I've already given you my money! Do you want my car keys? I'll tell you where it is! Anything!" she cried in desperation.
"Shit, bitch, we already got your money! We want somethin' else now!" the boy they called Tony said, his pearly white teeth glittering as he smiled wickedly.
"We want some cunt!" the boy behind her rasped.
"Let's fuck her right here, Mad Dog!" Rico growled, his hands running roughly over her tits.
"Yeah, man! Let's get her up against the fuckin' wall and fuck the livin' shit out of her! Goddamn she's got a body! Look at them fuckin' legs!" Tony said in a deep voice, resonant with lust.
Janet shivered when Tony fell to his knees and ran his warm hands up and down her legs, raising her dress until his hand brushed against the crotch of her panties. The boy's hands were rough against her naked skin, and yet there was something almost pleasant about the sensation, something almost exciting about the touch of a man.
Janet had been without a man for a long time, ever since her husband Dave had been killed in a hunting accident four years earlier. She had loved Dave so much that she had vowed never to let another man into her life. Lately, however, she had been reconsidering the decision to remain unwed, and unfucked.
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