Just Another Rape Fantasy

         It was just another Tuesday for Sheila.  It was 8:35am and she was heading down Main Street in her dark green Jeep Cherokee toward the office.  Nothing ever seemed to change.  Every morning the routine was the same right down to the way she went in to work.  Sure sometimes there was an accident, or maybe the area banquet hall had an event that began in the morning.  Those breaks in the monotony weren’t welcome changes. The only function they served was making the inevitability of the morning’s mundane events even more difficult to take.  So often Sheila wished for something exciting to happen, something that tested her.  Something that would make a woman out of her--or at least make her feel more like a woman than an automaton.

Like always, Sheila found herself heading towards work on the same street she always traversed.  Like always, the light turned red moments before she got to the intersection, making her first in line.  A bird’s eye view to watch the lights in anticipation of another moment that would prove identical to all the other times she stopped at this light.  

Sheila dipped her head to look below the visor to watch for the light. Suddenly, the passenger seat opened and a man entered the car and sat in the passenger seat.  He was about her age, wearing an olive colored jacket, despite how unseasonably warm it was for mid October.  He was out of breath.  As he attempted to collect himself and lock the door, Sheila couldn’t help but stare at him.  He was very attractive. His curly hair was tussled and he smelled of sweat and Cool Water.  He frantically looked behind them. 

This was not alright, she thought to herself.  She started to get angry, “You need to get the fuck--”

“--listen lady,” the man started, interrupting her.  Sheila noticed then that he was holding something in his jacket.  Something that was aimed at her. “You need to drive, now!” he growled.

“But the light--” She said weakly, realizing that the thing pointing at her concealed by the jacket had to be a gun.

“Fucking NOW!!” He yelled.

She was shaking, she didn’t even mean to gun the gas propelling them through the intersection.  She didn’t seem to have control of her body any more. And she barely missed a car crossing the intersection.

“Where are we going?” Sheila asked, trying to steady her breathing. 

“Take this left right here,” he said taking his attention briefly from her to look in the various mirrors and out the windows for someone.

“Now where do I go?” 

Satisfied that they weren’t being followed, the man eased up a bit.  He kept the gun on her, though. “Take a left at the Seven-Eleven and then stay on the street for a couple miles,” he said finally.

“Where are we going? Who are you running from?” Sheila asked.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said, sounding aggravated.

“You’ve abducted me!  I think I have a right to ask.”

“You have NO rights.  Just shut up and drive,” then, calming slightly, he sighed. “I just need to find a place to hole up and think.”

“Why?  What happened?” In spite of her fear, Sheila was getting interested now.

“It’s safer for you if you don’t know,” he said mysteriously. “What’s your name?”

“Sheila.”

“I’m Jake.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, Jake.”

“As in Jacob?”

“Yeah.  What’s wrong with Jacob?”

“Well, nothing. It’s just--”

“What?” He was starting to sound annoyed.  Sheila was beginning to wish she had kept her mouth shut.

“WHAT?” He repeated again.

“I was just thinking out loud.  It’s not important.”

“No. It is.  WHAT,” said Jake, now really giving her the stink eye.

“Well, I’m not really having a very good morning.  On my way to a job I hate, get abducted--at gunpoint no less-- by some guy wearing cologne that was huge about two decades ago--well at least 15 years ago.  And he has some typical boring American name like Jake.  Like why couldn’t you have at least been Swedish or something?”

“Be-cause I’m not,” Jake said, oddly sounding somewhat defeated. “Hey, turn right up that street.”

“But, this is a resi--”

“Do you ever shut up? Just drive!”

Sheila turned down the street into a quaint neighborhood comprised mainly of capes in very respectable colors.  Everyone’s lawn was immaculate.  

“Here, pull in this third driveway on the left.”

“But-”

“Just do it! Your yuppie mobile will fit right in.”

“Do people even use the term yu--”

“Shut up!  Now keep your hands on the wheel.  Remember what I have in my jacket here, I’m going to come out of the car and get you out of the driver’s seat.  If you try to leave, I will blow the tires out of your Jeep.”

Sheila had no idea if he really would, but she still had no idea what he was running from.  She decided to do as he had told her.  She even opened the door to be helpful and show him she wasn’t running off.

He pulled her out of the car by her arm and put the keys in his pocket.  Jake then pinned her to the side of the car his whole body pressed against hers as he closed the door.  He breath caught having him this close.  Sheila realized he must have heard her breath catch because he looked into her eyes.  She could see what appeared to be desire in them.  He looked down at her mouth and bit his lip.  He stepped back, still holding her arm, bringing her around the side of the house to the back door.  

Beside the door on the outside mat was the morning newspaper.  He bent over and picked it up. Dropping her arm, he balled up the front page of the newspaper and used it to break the glass in one of the little panes of glass in the door window. Sheila jumped with the sound of the breaking of the glass.  Jake undid the lock and opened the door.

“We’ll be safe in here. It’s a friend’s place.”

“If it is a friend’s place, why did you have to break in?”

“Just--Shut up,” Jake said.  “I need to think.”

Even though Jake had used the newspaper, Sheila noticed that some of the glass had still cut his hand.  He didn’t seem to notice.  Although Sheila didn’t think he was thinking the way in which he said he needed to--he seemed to be thinking of other things.  Sheila bit her lip as she thought about what could be passing through his mind.

“Please, you’re bleeding,” Sheila started.  The room they had broken into was the kitchen, and Sheila saw a paper towel dispenser over the oven. “At least put a paper towel on that to stop the bleeding.” 

Sheila pulled off one square and went over to Jake. She took his hand and examined the cut. “It isn’t too bad.  It should stop soon,” she said, taking the paper towel and wrapping it around his hand.  She looked up to see him looking down at her, his pupils dilated.  His lips were slightly parted. She bit her lower lip again, trying to break the gaze.  She wanted to touch his stubbly face. She reached her hand up to tough his cheek and his hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her.  Still holding her wrist up, he forcefully walked her backwards, forcing her back into the refrigerator door, pinning her wrist, and her whole body to it.  

“Is this what you want?” Jake asked quietly, trying to control his emotion.  Sheila could feel his heart racing with hers.  Then, without another word, he crushed his mouth onto hers.  She could feel all of him on her.  She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted him.  She tangled her free hand in his tussled curls.  His free hand was on her waist, attempting to pull her closer.  Jake then let go of her wrist and used both of his hands to lift her up.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into the next room, putting her down on the bed.  He lifted her shirt up and worked to get under the bra, sucking and nibbling at her nipples while she tried to take off her shirt.  She then tried to pull at his shirt.  He came up long enough to pull it off himself and then went to work on her pants, while once again nibbling on her nipples.  Sheila was in ecstasy.  Just when she realized that he had moved off her breasts, up to her neck she felt him inside her, thrusting like he would never get far enough into her.

“Please,” Sheila cried.  All she could do was feel.  All she wanted to do was feel, and she needed him deeper.  She could feel herself coming--the build up, the heat.  She felt she was going to explode. Sheila cried out, a torrent cascading through her.  Jake followed, then softly got off her and pulled her close to his side.  She settled in to the crook of his arm, draping her arm across his chest, pleasantly numb.  She giggled and tweaked his nipple.

“It’s safer for you if you don’t know,” Sheila giggled, mockingly.

“Why couldn’t I be Swedish?” Jake mocked back.

“And how are we going to explain to Kayla the broken window?” Sheila said accusingly.

“Oh, I’ve got that covered. Bastion put a crack in the window last week playing with his T-ball bat.  I’ll just say it gave way...”

“And give our son a complex?” 

“Sure, and a stuffed tiger for his birthday this year.”

“And WHAT did you hold me at ‘gun point’ with?” Jake smiled, then took his arm out from around her to lean over the bed and get the jacket. When he settled back in, he had a Baby Ruth in his hand.

Sheila’s face lit up upon seeing her favorite candy bar.  Then she remembered his hand. 

“Let me get some Neosporin,” Sheila started, with a tone of concern.  Jake pulled her back down to him and kissed the top of her head bopping her nose with the candy bar.

“Happy anniversary, love.”