Sex with the Napper

Time to Go

"Alright. So we go out back. And you don't make a scene. My car is behind the bushes. You ready?" Ian dragged Amy through her house and out the back. Amy grunted and struggled in his grasp.

"Alright! Let go of me, you bastard!" Ian let go and Amy went flying backwards. "Asshole!" she screamed at him.

"I was under the impression there would be no problems. But you leave me no choice." He grabbed the cloth from his back pocket. He grabbed her ankles as she tried to crawl away, flipped her over and straddled her. "Get used to this position, babe." As soon as she opened her mouth the cloth was on. Her biggest mistake was breathing in.

The thing about this drug, is that it doesn't knock you out. Your still conscious. So she was awake the whole time, but couldn't move.

As soon as she was out Ian threw her over his shoulder. He was trying to walk out smoothly, but he kept hitting her head on stands and door frames.

"Sorry, babe!" he said again and again. 'Babe'. He liked calling her that. His babe. None others. His.

He trudged out the back door, through her yard, and to his car. Amy looked at her house for the last time. A single rear fell. Ian noticed it, and wiped it away. He kissed her forehead, and buckled her in.

"I won't hurt you unless you don't do what you're told. Promise. do what you're supposed to, and we'll be just fine." he kissed her again. He liked the power in his hands. most definitely.

He drove for what seemed like hours. And hours. They drove over more bridges than either of them could remember. Ian put his hand on her thigh. Since she still couldn't move, she just closed her eyes and prayed that it was all a dream.

Ian inched his hand upward, but stopped when he reached the hem of her skirt. He reached inward a little, and stopped again. He moved his thumb in a circular motion, and as sick as it made her, Amy was enjoying herself.

She started to get feeling back in her fingers, her hands, arms, and within fifteen minutes, she could move everything.

"Finally," Ian said. "its a lot hotter when girls can moan." he looked at her and smirked.

"I will never make any sound like that for you. Ever." Amy spat. Ian's lips formed a thin line, and he squeezed Amy's leg, using his finger tips, knowing she would bruise.

"Listen here, babe." Ian began. "You belong to me, now. So stop with YOUR GOD DAMNED ATTITUDE AND BE THANKFUL it was me who came and got you, and not some horrible man who would have-" he stopped shortly. A police vehicle was driving past him, and Ian was freaking out. "If you move a single muscle, I will slam you so hard, you won't be able to walk for weeks!"

Amy stayed as still as she could as the cruiser pulled around them, and sped away. They let out a breath and Ian chuckled.