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Saved from Rape (SalesGirlAnna x MS-21H 'Hawke' Gundam)

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SalesGirlAnna

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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 briefcase and then everything went dark.

When she woke up she wasn't in her car, she was still fully clothed, in the passenger 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 deiced to straddle 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!"
 
Jackson Warfield was a poor man, wearing a black 'Y RU So Small' T-Shirt and Raggy blue jeans, and was just over 6 FT tall. Jackson was 23, and had unruly brown hair tucked under a Wide Brimmed hat, and grey eyes under a set of wire-fraimed glasses. Noone really visited Jack, as he lived in the old house that was dirt cheep because it was supposed to haunted, and thusly he was supprised when someone was pounding on the door. "Hold on a moment will ya?" Jack said, opening the door and dropping his jaw at the site waiting for him "Ma'am, if you could pinch me..." Jack was snapped out of his blatant oogling of the woman's naked body upon seeing the man after her. "go down the hallway to the left, the only bedroom furnished is mine, it has my cellphone on the side table." Jack said, readying the baseball bat he had beside the door "Call 911, I'll deal with this guy..." With that, Jack gestured to the hallway he pointed to, accidently(granted a happy one) brushing his hand against Anna's left nipple. Jack walked outside and readied his baseball bat as he closed the door behind him after pushing the girl in. "You better be prepaired for a fight asshole!" Mr. Warfield said, brandishing his baseball bat "the only penetrating your going to be taking part in any time is my bat petetrating your skull!"
 
Annabelle did as the young man said. She went into the bedroom and called 911. She locked the door and waited for the young man to come back. Meanwhile, Steve charged to the house he wasn't about to let some punk kid with a baseball bat keep him from his prize.
 
Jack twirled the baseball bat experimentally and swung it in a way that it would just miss the man's head, while sweeping his legs out from under him with a sweeping kick. Jack then hit the man in the chest hard with the bat, then once more in the crotch, and a knockout shot to the head. Mr. Warfield walked back into his house and got a roll of ducktape from the kitchen when the perp was knocked out, and tied him up with it, and for good measure sat down on the tied up man as he waited for the cops.
 
A short time later, the police arrived. Steve was arrested by a couple of officers and the EMT's escorted Annabelle to a waiting ambulance. Once the police took Jack's 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..."
 
"No Thanks." Jack said, Interrupting the Officer "Tell the Chief I'm flattered, but make sure the woman is ok, I was just doing what needed doing." Jack smirked and patted the Officer's sholdier, and went back into his house when it all ended, and went too sleep in his bed comforted that he did the right thing.
 
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..."
 
The man she saw enter the door was the same one she met that fatefull night, but one would not be able to tell that on first site, he was wearing an oversized Evanescence T-Shirt and Plad Sleep Pants, his brown hair was sticking up all over the place...and his glasses were in his hands as he tried to clean them. overall, it looked like he woke up a few minutes ago, and had a late night. Jack put on his glasses, and peered at her face and then took in her body shape. After a minute or two, he made an 'Ah!' sound. "Oh yeah you are, I'd recognize that body shape anywhere." He said, after looking over her body again "with all the makup and hair stuff, it's hard to tell from your face...that and I havn't had my morning Caffine yet..."
 
Annabelle smiled, "I see... well, I wanted to come by and thank you. Steve is in jail and I'm going to a rape survivors support group... Umm.. Do you think I could come in? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
 
"Sure, and that's good about the support group thing, those kinds can help a lot." Jack said, leading the woman into his house "and as I told the cops, I was just doing what I thought needed done." As the pair walked into the house, it became increasingly clear to anna that it was an old and dilapidated thing, and Jack had established an 'Apartment' in the part of the house he actually used. "I selected a few rooms that would serve my perpous and were connected, and made my own apartment out of them...this house is too big and creepy for me." with that, jack sat Anna down on an old couch that looked like he salvaged it from one of the rooms and just put a bed sheet over it. "Don't worry about the couch, I had it fumigated and cleaned...the Bed Sheet is because it's god-awefull Ugly and I had a spare bedsheet." Jack said, sitting down in what looked like a dining chair looted from dining room set yet unseen "What did you want to talk to me about?"
 
Annabelle followed the young man into the house, "By the way... I don't think I told you my name the other night... It's Annabelle..." She could tell that the house was very old. The house gave her the creeps but the young man seemed nice enough. She didn't mind the couch she sat down and once they were both seated she started to talk, "Well, 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 and I won't take no for an answer..."
 
"Nice too meet you Annabelle, my name is Jackson Warfield." Jack said, smilling and shaking her heand "and let me think for a minute here..." Jack looked at Anna again, this time taking in her apparel, and could see that she was quite successful financially. That fact solidified the first two things he wanted from her, 1. Financial support so he can 'get back on his feet'...and 2. get a room with her to get the F- out of the creepy and run down house... but looking at the woman, he figured out number three...."Alright Annabelle, I want three things from you..." Jack said, holding up three fingers and counting them off "Financial Support, I can't seem to get a good enough paying job anywhere; a room in your home, this ol' place is liable to fall apart any day and it really is too big for me; and the final thing, and a lot to ask for...That you belong to me sexually, whenever I want to see you naked or releave some 'stress', all I have to do is tell you or take care of the situation myself using you..."
 
Annabelle listened to Jackson's requests and she thought for a moment. The first one was fine. He deserved a reward. The second one was OK. It would be good to have someone in the house to protect her. But he was right the third one was a lot to ask for. After thinking over his request she said, "Let's go over this one by one. Financial support... Done... Room in my house... Done... But there are rules. It is my house so you will respect my privacy and I don't want any of your friends over unannounced.... And number three, I will agree to that but... you have to wear a condom when we have sex."
 
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