Jackie gathered her, well the, shirt around her as if gathering her courage. Her mind whirled at a mile a minute. What to tell Nathan? Would he understand? Would he blame her for the whole thing?
She decided on a direct approach. Let NATHAN figure it out while she acted as numbly as she felt. Maybe he would figure it out, being so smart, that she was most definitely attacked and not encouraging it. But Nathan could be the typical medieval type man when it came to this kind of crime. It is always the woman's fault.
Jackie slowly stood up onto her shaky legs and winced as her thighs protested the action. She limped to the door of the warehouse and looked out at the darkening sky. If she didn't hurry, she knew that the chances of this happening again were fairly high. Jackie hurried as best she could to the next building-to the safety of Nathan's long arms.
On the way to Nathan's building, Jackie felt like she was being watched, and turned to look behind herself quite often. She saw no one. Maybe I am just being paranoid, she thought.
She wasn't. He was watching her every move. He wanted her again, but he knew that it was too soon. He would have her again, tonight maybe. But soon, nonetheless.
Breathing heavily, she made it to the door, and upon seeing Nathan, she cried hysterically until Nathan could do nothing but hold her in his arms. Strange, she though, his arms feel so strong and good, I never noticed it before.
She did, however, notice the familiar bulge in his trousers. She was at a loss, she didn't know whether to ignore it or to pull his tasty cock out and suck him. She sighed with frustration. Finally her sobs had calmed down enough for her to tell Nathan what happened.
"Nathan," she began, not sure quite where to go from there. "Nathan, I um, errr, that is, I don't know what exactly to tell you. I tried to do what you had asked. I wore the clothes that you asked, but, but..." her voice cracked and he just looked at her with some measure of pity. He knew what had happened, it was obvious.
"Jackie, honey, look at me." Jackie couldn't. "I said, look at me." He put his fingers under her chin and guided her face upwards to him. He wiped away a small tear that was just making its way past her luscious mouth.
She opened her eyes, slowly, embarrassed to look at him.
"That is it, now babe; I think I know what happened. You were molested, am I right?"
"Y-y-y-yes" she sniffled. Her shoulders slumped. She knew that she also enjoyed it, for the most part.
"Now Hun, did you ask the man to do it to you?" "No. I should have known though, he kept looking at me on the bus, and at the bus stop."
"Is he bigger than you?" "Yes." "Stronger?"
"Yes, much."
"Then why do you feel like you are the guilty one?"
"Because I...I...I...IcamesomanytimesthatIcan'tbelievethatIenjoyeditandnowyouknowandsoIcangohomenow." She spit it all out in one breath, and then held her breath, waiting for the inevitable good-bye. She had cheated on him, and she deserved it.
"What?"
"It's true. I didn't want to, but then I did, he just knew what he was doing and how to make me do and feel certain things. I really don't know what to say. I am sorry though."
"I meant what? As in I didn't understand what you said. But I think I do now, you enjoyed what he did to you, didn't you?" His eyes were still kind, not accusing at all.
"Well, yes. I did, some." She answered truthfully.
"I see that my worrying did nothing, you were still violated, even though I was going out of my mind hoping that you were all right." Nathan sighed, pushed up his glasses and picked up the phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling the police, of course, you need to be looked at, and this was a crime, even if you did enjoy it, some." He almost mimicked her words.
"Please don't. It doesn't matter anyway. He is long gone, and I don't know who it was, besides, if I enjoyed it, would it really be considered rape?"
"But what if we told them that you didn't enjoy it at all, that it was all against your will? Would that make it easier for you to at least file a report?"
She shook her head. "I really don’t know what to do, because he did knock me out with some stinky rag, and then he tied me up, so I couldn't do anything; but I came as if he were my lover and not my rapist."
She remembered how big he was and gingerly felt her sore thighs. She gasped at the welcome pain, the bruises just beginning to show on her creamy thighs. Her skin was so light that it would be pretty obvious to anyone seeing her in a miniskirt that she was bruised, and eyebrows would be raised as to why.
Nathan looked too, his eyes hardened into steely blue, and he clenched his fist. This is not what he had ever wanted for her. Not even done by himself. Nathan had always been careful to not bruise his women, he also knew that his cock, although a respectable 8 inches and thick, could not have compared to the other man's; just by her tenderness in her pussy area. This man had to have been a monster.
Nathan gently replaced the receiver and looked at Jackie. He knew what had happened, felt bad for her, but if she didn't' want to call the police, then he would obey her wishes. After all, she was the one who had been attacked, not him.
"Jackie." He said softly.
"Yes?" her eyes seemed distant, disturbed.
"Let's go. You need a shower and some rest. We can go out any time; you are sleeping in my bed tonight, no going home when we are through. I would feel better if I woke up next to you."
"Actually, for a change, I would prefer to stay at your place. I don't know if I would feel safe alone tonight. Thank you for suggesting it."
