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Saved from Rape (SalesGirlAnna x Straven)

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Jun 14, 2011
It was late at night and Annabelle Stewart was getting off of work. She was a senior vice president of sales for a clothing company. She was wearing a navy blue blazer, a matching knee length skirt, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, a pearl necklace and earrings. She had long red hair pulled back in a loose bun. She was 5' 5" 110 lbs. 34B. blue eyes.

She got in her car and was about to pull out, when she saw a male friend of hers walking over to the car, waving. She rolled the window down, "Hey, Steve. What's up?"

"Hey, Annabelle. I think when you were packing up your stuff from the meeting tonight you might have took some of my papers by accident..."

"Really? I don't think so," She reached over, grabbed her breifcase and then everything went dark.

When she woke up she wasn't in her car, she was still fully clothed, in the passanger seat of a car. SHe looked at the driver and it was Steve.

Groggy she asked, "Steve? what's going on?"

"Just relax... We'll be there soon..."

Annabelle didn't know what was going on, then all of the sudden Steve pulled off the road, turned down a dirt road, and then pulled off at a clearing next to a pond. Then, Steve got out and pulled Annabelle out of the car. And took her around the back, "Now, get those clothes off..."

"Fuck you! Let me go!"

He took a knife out, reached up and started to tear her blouse and blazer off, "I SAID GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF!"

Tears started to form in Annabelle's eyes, "OK... OK..." She took off her torn blazer and blouse, then her skirt, bra, she unhooked her stockings from her garter belt, took off it and her panties off and left her stockings and shoes on.

"Get on the ground," he said. Then, he decied to stradle her as he took his clothes off. She had to take a chance. She lifted her leg up and kicked him right in the balls with toe of her shoe. He fell to the ground and she took off running. She ran to the end of the dirt road and found a house. She ran up to the front door and started to pound on the door and ring the doorbell. "HELP! HELP! PLEASE LET ME IN!"
 
Jenson was sat at his desk in the study of his home staring at the scene of his laptop as he had been while i while now. He had been attempting to write this same letter for the past 6 months and never got past opening up the new document screen. Jenson came out of his daze and looked over to the clock, "Shit 10pm already" He annouced to the empty room.tall

Jenson walked over to the mirror he had hanging on the wall and looked into the reflextion he no longer reconised, He was 6ft tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build which he worked hard to keep, He had short brown hair and blue eyes and although 29 years old right now looking in the mirror he looked more like he was 49.

After stretching a little to help rid himself of the feeling of being stuck in the same position for a month Jenson headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water and to throw some water over his face to freshen him up before heading back to his study.

As he reached his desk he placed the glass down and was about the take a seat when the banging on the door started as if someone was trying to break in, Jenson quickly pull open the draw to his desk and pulled out his service pistol and headed to the door. Taking a sly peek out of the side window he saw a woman frantic and slamming her hand on the door shouting. Jenson opened the door "What, What is the matter?", he asked not realising in his sleep deprived state that the woman was naked.
 
Annabelle looked at the man. She covered her breasts and privates with her arms, "This guy I work with kidnapped me, drove me out here, forced me to strip, then he was going to rape me..." tears formed in her eyes, "I got away from him by kicking him in the balls... Please, I need to call the police..." She colapsed in his arms and started to cry.
 
Hearing what she had just told him Jenson finally grasped what was going on has Annabelle fell into his arms, "You are alright" He started to tell her as a car screeched into the driveway, "Go up the stairs, on the right is a phone take it into the room directly in front of you lock the door and do not open it until you hear my voice" Jenson ordered her as he lifted to her feet making sure she could supported herself.
 
She nodded, "OK... " She went upstairs and locked the door. She called 911 and told the dispatcher what had happened and she gave discriptions of Jenson and Steve. She had never been so scared in her life.

While Annabelle was upstairs, Steve walked up to the door and knocked on it, when the door opened he said, "Hey buddy? Did you see a woman run past here naked?" He laughed, "I dared my girl to run naked through the woods, but she didn't show up at the rendezvous point..."
 
Watching this scared woman run up the stairs but not looking at her in anyway other then making sure she was safe and out of the way Jenson took a deep breath, That familiar feeling of the calm before the storm came over him. The door knocked, he looked down into his right hand at the gun he had pulled from the draw of his desk hiding the gun to his right side he opened the door and listened to the poor and stupid excuse this piece of shit was giving him, "Yeah i have seen her" Jenson told him while staring directly into the guys eyes "She about 5'5'', red hair and about 100lbs?" Jenson asked not opening the door to wide and gripping hard on the door frame blocking any view the guy had.

Jenson knew he had to keep this guy talking, keeping him here ready for the police to come cuff him and drag him away to meet what would surely become his new best friend in jail. But Jenson also worried that he may attempt to attack to get at the woman hiding upstairs, He knew he could take the guy regardless of the fact that he had 80lbs or so on Jenson.
 
Steve laughed when Jenson described Annabelle, "Yeah, that's her... She's a bit of an exhibitionist... So did you see where she went?" Upstairs Annabelle found a button up shirt of Jenson's she put it on and wait for the all clear from Jenson.
 
Starting to feel the urge to break the bones of the guy in front of Jenson took a breath, "Yeah i know where she went!" Jenson answered the guy, "But she seemed liked she had just been attacked, not having a bit of fun as people normally smile and laugh, not cry and tremble" Fearing the worst as the police still hadn't turned up, Jenson started to close the door not saying another word to the guy.
 
Steve put his foot in the door. "Look I don't know what she told you... But I didn't try to rape her... Let me in I want to talk to her..." Steve thought he could take this guy. Upstairs, Annabelle was sitting on the bed... She hoped that the man who owned this house was all right.
 
The second the guy put his foot in the doorway Jenson knew he had reason to hit him but restrained his self, "I never said that she said someone tried to rape her" He told the guy, "Take your foot out of the door way now!" Jenson ordered the guy knowing that he would not.

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, as it always does just before something bad is about to happen, Jenson waited for the big guy to make the first move, He didn't wait long. The guy forced all his weight into the door slamming it open and throwing Jenson back but not enough for him to lose his footing but enough for him to lose his grip on the gun he had in his hand. Quickly Jenson moved forward at the intruder raising his left fist up to hit the guy in just below his ribs hoping to knock the wind out of him.

The hit had the desired effect but only slowed the guy a little as he came charging into jenson knocking them both to the floor the guy screaming, "I am going to have that bitch" Struggling around on the floor knocking over stands as they both fought to gain the upper hand, Jenson saw his opening grabbing the guys exposed throat with his right hand he squeezed with all his strength while moving to get his feet planted on the floor just to the left side of the attacker.

Now Jenson had the right position he looked around and found the gun just to his left, he quickly moved his knee right knee to replace the hand that had been wrapped around the bastards throat, grabbing the gun he pointed it directly into the open eye of the attacker, "Move make one sound just fucking looked at me in the wrong way and i promise you i will pull the trigger" jenson stated not in anger but with calm, unfeeling and cold honesty.
 
Once Jenson had Steve on the ground, the police arrived. Steve was arrested by a couple of officers and the EMT's escorted Annabelle down stairs to awaiting ambulance. Once the police took Jenson statement, the officer said, "You might have saved that woman's life, sir... The Chief of Police will want to give you recognition for saving her..."
 
With Steve being placed in the police car Jenson stood listening to the officer as Annabelle was being escorted by the EMT's, Looking at the shaken woman he gave her a soft smile glad that she was safe, "I am glad she is safe and i hope that she will be ok i know this will take her sometime to accept what as happened, As for the Chief please let him know i am glad to have helped but i would rather be left out of any statements to any media if that is ok with him" Jenson said as held out his hand and shook the officers hand.

Jenson spent the next few hours giving his statement to the officers that had stayed behind after Steve had been arrested "Yes i am happy to appear in court if and when i am needed i only ask that my identity remain undisclosed" Jenson told the officers as escorted them out.

Closing the door he turned around and looked at the mess that had been caused by the fight, checking his watch it was almost 1am "Fuck it i will clean this up tomorrow he told himself" Walking into the kitchen Jenson grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and headed into the lounge sat down and abruptly fell into a deep sleep with his beer in his hand.
 
A few days after the incident, Annabelle was traveling up the same dirt road again. This time it was daylight, she was in her car and she was fully clothed. She was wearing a blue blazer, a matching skirt that goes to her knees, a blue camisole, white stockings, 2" black Mary Jane pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long red hair in a French braid that reached to the top of her ass. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When the door opened, she smiled and said, "Hi... You might not recognize me with my clothes on but I'm the woman you saved the other night..."
 
Jenson sat out the back in the yard enjoying the whether for once not worrying about work or the past, Beer in hand he sat in his shorts and nothing else, Hearing the door knock he sat up put down his beer pulled on his shirt and headed to the door.

Opening the door he saw a beautiful woman standing before him he had no idea who she was until she told him she was the same woman he had opened the door to a few night previous, "Oh hello erm... I am glad to see that you are ok, how are you feel?" Jenson asked unsure what else to say or what she would want with him.
 
"I'm good," said Annabelle, "Steve is in jail and I'm going to a rape survivors support group..." She got a good look at the man who saved her a few night ago. He was very handsome. "Umm.. Do you think I could come in? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
 
"I am glad he is off the streets, But it is better that your ok" Jenson said looking at the woman and smiling, "Erm sure sorry about my manners, please come in. Would you like a drink?" Jenson asked as he made his way towards the kitchen, Glancing in the mirror as he walked past, checking that he didn't look as bad as he normally did when lazing about the house, he then wondered why he had checked his reflextion as he had no interest in starting anything with anyone, he was better on his own he told himself as they entered the kitchen.
 
"Thank you," said Annabelle as she walked in. Her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She looked around and found it a very nice home. She followed him into the kitchen, "I would love a Coke and not a Diet Coke, a regular Coca-Cola." She sat down at the kitchen table, "By the way... My name is Annabelle... Annabelle Stewart. You have a very nice home here."
 
Jenson opened the fridge reaching in and grabbing the last bottle of coke he had, Feeling the ice cold bottle in his hand he bagan to wonder just how long the bottle had been in there, "You are lucky i have one left" Jenson replyed as he held the bottle out to Annabelle.

"Thank you. I have had a few changes done to the house over the last year or so, And it is nice to meet you Annabelle" Jenson reached into the cupboard next to the fridge and pulled out a glass, "I'm Jenson Southall, You said there was something you wanted to talk about?"
 
Annabelle nodded when he asked that there was something she wanted to talk to him about. She took the glass of Coke and took a sip. "Yes... Jenson, the reason I'm here is to thank you for what you did for me the other night... I'm eternally grateful for what you did... You saved my life and I'm willing to do ANYTHING to repay you for what you did for me."
 
Jenson sat as he listened to Annabelle, "There is no reason to thank me Annabelle, I did what anyone would have done. So what is it that you do?" He asked while enjoying the view of the beautiful woman in front of him. It had been a while since Jenson had had any company other then himself, or that of the people at the end of the phone.
 
Annabelle took a sip of her Coke, "I'm senior vice president of sales for a clothing company..." She was a little surprised when he said she didn't have to thank him. "Oh but I do have to thank you, Jenson... You saved my life... I'm sure that after he raped me he was going to kill me... I'm sure there is something I could do to replay you, for saving my life..."
 
Jenson smiled as he heard Annabelle almost pleading to thank him for saving her, "I honestly have no Idea what i could ask you to do for me to thank me" He told her looking her over as any guy would, "What would you like to do to thank me?" Jenson got up and indicated to Annabelle that he was headed out to the garden.
 
Annabelle was surprised... She didn't think it would be this hard... She got up and followed him to the garden... "I want to be your slave... yours to command how ever you see fit..." She was sure he would go for that...
 
Shocked Jenson quickly turned to face her, "You... I.. I wasn't expecting that" He ran the idea through his mind thinking what it would be like to have a slave, He had been married previously to a woman who was strong willed and at times difficult to speak with let alone get her to do anything.

Jenson looked Annabelle up and down imagining what exactly she meant by slave and more importantly what she looked like naked, "As my slave i would expect you to ready to serve me whenever i order you to do so and for that you would need to be here all the time!" He stated to her in a military tone.
 
Annabelle snapped to attention, "I would be fine with that, Sir... I would be willing to quit my job and give all my money to you, if that is what you wanted. You could even decide what clothes I'm going to wear each day." She looked at him and smiled.
 
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