Laura's Revenge

Part 6:

"Deliverance"

Warning: BDSM fantasies, Intimate fantasies, and Rape. Not intended for children or people who don't read it. Rated M (Mature) for a reason.

John, Freddie, and Gloria managed to find three of Lyman's many henchmen. As each of them questioned their suspect, Lyle, John's suspect, started getting weird and inappropriate around him. After minutes of no cooperation, Freddie took his suspect, Willow, to the garage that John was in, so, that way they could take turns questioning each other's suspects until the latter fessed up. However, the rise of the full moon put a stop to it due to John's lycanthropy. Freddie thought he was having a seizure and left him alone with Willow and Lyle. Another henchman by the name of Jacob Dao came into the garage and tried his best to fend off John, only to be chased into the woods and later killed by him, along with many others. Freddie managed to find John in the woods and waited for daylight to come, so, that way he could tell him what had happened. Afterward, they managed to find their way out of the woods and went separate ways, making a pact to touch base with Gloria and Sharon and to find their suspects and grill them for round two. Upon returning home, John found the house to be completely empty and was later knocked unconscious by an unidentified assailant. Who will this mystery person be? Find out!

John woke up and found himself in a dark place. He also felt a cold draft on his body, which indicated that he had been stripped to his black boxer shorts. His head hurt and he could've sworn he felt blood on the right side of his forehead and in his hair. He didn't know what in the world was going on.

"Where am I?" John yelled out.

"I've got you now." a voice said.

The voice sounded oddly familiar to John and his worst fears began to run in his mind. Suddenly, a light flickered on and lo and behold, it was Lyle.

"Oh my God! How the hell did you get here?!" John was trying to put on a brave face, while being a little terrified at the same time.

"Something called having a skeleton key." Lyle waved the skeleton key in front of John in a very taunting manner.

"Where's my dog?" John looked around the room.

"Tranquilizer." Lyle showed him his tranquilizer gun and pointed at the unconscious dog.

"Vincent!" John was horrified, "How could you?!"

"Relax. He'll be alright and in turn, so will you." Lyle came closer to him.

"No, give me my clothes!" John demanded.

"First, I will give you pleasure and you will return that favor to me." Lyle knelt down beside John and petted the top of his head, as if he were a dog or cat.

"Stop that y-Oomph!" John tried to crawl away, but, was stopped when Lyle pulled him by his ankle.

"No, no, handsome, it's party time." Lyle pulled John closer to him.


Meanwhile

Freddie managed to touch base with Gloria and Sharon and update them on things. Now, they were waiting for John to touch base with them, but, so far, there wasn't anything. They did not know what was happening to him. Minutes went by and still nothing from John. Sharon, Gloria, and Freddie were beginning to worry.

"OK, this is strange. Dad made a pact for us to keep in touch and he hasn't kept in touch with us." Gloria said.

"Yes, it is strange, but, then again, maybe that Lyle dude probably got him." Freddie shuddered at the possibility.

"Well, where are your suspects?" Sharon asked.

"We kept them up in a motel for the night." Freddie told her.

"Why do you think Lyle is the reason that John hasn't reached out to us?" Sharon raised an eyebrow.

"Because that guy is bisexual and all creepy." Freddie made a disgusted noise.

"Just, because, he is bisexual, doesn't make him creepy." Sharon was repulsed by what Freddie said and gave a disapproving glare, "After all, I have a son who is homosexual."

"Mom, you cringed after saying that." Gloria noticed Sharon's slight cringe.

"Look, Miss Raydor, I'm sorry if I-" Freddie was cut off.

"Captain Raydor." Sharon firmly reminded him.

"Captain Raydor. My apologies, ma'am." Freddie corrected himself and swallowed hard, "Look, Captain Raydor, this Lyle guy is just creepy. I mean he tried to sexually assault John last night."

Sharon stood there and stared off into space for a moment as a fantasy was starting to play out in her mind and it wasn't an ordinary fantasy. It was a naughty one.

*Inside the fantasy Sharon was having*

Sharon and John were alone in her bedroom. She couldn't help staring at the shirtless older man, who to her was still the handsome stud she had once dated years ago. She left him alone in the bedroom and went out to grab something.

"You know, David, the first rule of foreplay," came from behind John who made the mistake of turning his head, because, now, his eyes were covered by a blindfold, "You don't say a peep unless I give you the permission to do so. There may be sounds and movements, but, that's it. If I ask you a question, I expect an answer. If I tell you something, you say it. If I give you a command, you say, "Yes, Miss.". If you don't want to do anything, you say, "No, Miss.". Also, you are to call me "miss" the whole time, no "ma'am", "Sharon", "Captain", or anything to that degree, just "miss". Other than that, I don't want anything from the peanut gallery. Is that clear? It should be, since, you were sometimes, the daddy dominant and I obeyed the same rules and said, "Yes, Master.", "Yes, Boss.","Yes, Master John.", "Yes, Sir.", or "Yes, oh great wise one.". This should be familiar to you. Also, as of now, I am the dominant and you're the submissive one."

John understood this completely, but, being the little devil he was, he was bound to break the rules on purpose and receive whatever punishment Sharon preferred, as it turned him on. However, he hadn't done this in a long time or so he said and was still trying to wrap his mind around this foreplay. He and Sharon had been on her couch, kissing very passionately, when Sharon stopped them and brought him into her "bed chamber" in order to continue the fun. He opened his mouth to say something or ask what was going to happen next, but, Sharon pressed him against a wall and went full on tongue with the kiss. It wasn't until John felt cold metal handcuffs getting slapped onto his wrists, his wrists being handcuffed between the clothes line in Sharon's closet, and Sharon running her fingers in his hair that he knew what was going on and that he managed to relinquish his trust and control into Sharon.

He was standing practically in her closet with a blindfold and handcuffs on for what was probably about five minutes, but, felt like an eternity. He was not being told more than to stand still, while she took his shoes and socks off and walked around him like a cat, even purring like one. This turned him on and of course, the trust was more than implied. Sharon continued walking around him for a while until she grabbed her stainless steel claws, put them on, and started running them up and down his back, earning a moan of laughter and a jolt from him, which aroused her. While doing that, she put her mouth on his ear and started sucking on it, causing him to giggle some more. After that, she started slowly stroking his sides, up and down and kissing the side of his head. John moaned and grunted with pleasure and ease.

"Sharon, when will we get t-" John was immediately shushed when Sharon put her finger on his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah! You don't call me anything, but, miss." Sharon took her finger away from his lips, pulled herself onto him, and went all tongue, again when she kissed him really hard, "You bad boy."

John smiled after she called him a "bad boy", indicating that it aroused him and he liked it. He knew he was a bad boy whenever he was the submissive one and he liked it.

"You do that again, I'll punish you like the bad boy you are and in the only way I feel is necessary. Understood?" Sharon held her head close to his and put her mouth on his nose for a brief moment, before, kissing him all over his face.

"Yes, I do, Sharon." John purposely called her by her name, just to get a rise out of her.

"OK, looks like I may need to punish you for your disobedience." Sharon said in a very sensual way, before taking John's wrists out from between the clothes line in her closet, and guiding him to the bed.

"I dare you to punish me." John showed a lot of sass.

Sharon sat on her bed and slowly lowered John over her lap. She then placed one hand over his back and with the other hand, she began rubbing his backside, warming it up.

"You're going to spank me, aren't you, Miss?" John swallowed hard.

"You bet I am and do you know why?" Sharon cooed.

"I was a bad boy." John grabbed Sharon's leg and stroked it with his finger.

"Yes, you were and should you be doing that, David?!" Sharon went from doing gentle light smacks to faster semi hard ones.

"No." John gulped and shivered.

"No, what?" Sharon went from hard light smacks to semi firm swats.

"No, Miss." John's heart skipped a beat, as he was starting to become more and more aroused by this and even felt himself get hard and start throbbing in his lower private area.

"I'm going to give you about nine smacks and you are going to count each of them out loud." Sharon instructed.

"Yes, Miss." John replied.

"OK, here goes." Sharon gave him a very firm swat.

"One." John hissed and jerked.

"Good, good, good. OK, take a deep breath." Sharon rubbed John's backside after the first swat.

John did what he was told and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the next few swats. When she told him to exhale, he did exactly that and she landed a series of swats.

"Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight." John counted each swat.

"OK, last one. Get ready and take a deep breath." Sharon was rubbing John's rear end, again.

John minded her and took another deep breath, again, preparing himself for the last smack, which Sharon delivered, very very hard.

"N-Nine." John was panting and beginning to sweat.

"See? That wasn't too bad, now was it?" Sharon tenderly rubbed John's backside and let him stay over her lap, in order to compose himself.

"No, Sharon." John made the mistake of calling her by her name, again.

"No, what?!" Sharon raised her hand, as if she was going to deliver another smack.

"No, miss. Sorry, miss." John immediately corrected himself.

"It's alright." Sharon was still rubbing John's rear end in order for the stinging to go away.

"Thank you, miss." John's breathing started to go back to a normal pace.

"You're welcome." Sharon helped him stand up and helped him lay down on her lap, facing her, "I love you!".

"I love you, too and I'm sorry I disobeyed you, miss." John told her.

"It's OK." Sharon reassured him, as she held him with one hand and with the other, she was petting the top of his head as if he were a dog or cat, before stopping, in order to give him another kiss.

*Outside of her fantasy*

Sharon was immediately caught off guard when Freddie and Gloria kept saying her name over and over again. Once she snapped out of her trance, she tried to quickly cover up what she was fantasizing about.

"Mom, you OK?" Gloria was clearly weirded out by the smirk on Sharon's face.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just had a fantasy about something." Sharon sounded a bit nervous.

"You sure you're fine, Capt. Raydor? You seem a bit jumpy." Freddie noticed Sharon's sudden change in demeanor.

"Yes, I'm fine. Has John texted any of you?" Sharon quickly changed the subject and looked t her phone.

"Nope." Gloria checked her phone and saw that her dad did not respond to her many texts.

"Nothing here." Freddie put his phone back in his pocket.

"Maybe we should go to his house and see if he is alright. You know like a welfare check." Gloria suggested.

"Not a bad idea." Sharon still had the fantasy playing in her mind.

Freddie took a moment to admire Gloria's beauty and start conjuring up a fantasy of his own. Of course, a naughty one.

*Inside Freddie's fantasy*

Freddie walked into a room, where he saw Gloria sitting on a table, wearing a black long sleeved dress and her long dark hair flowing down her back and her bangs cut to look like Bettie Page. She looked gorgeous to him, like a Bettie Page-esque secretary, waiting for him. Gloria motioned for him to come to her, which he did and once they were in close contact, Freddie pulled her close to him and started kissing her neck, trying to give her a hickey, while, squeezing and lightly slapping her backside in the process. Freddie kept moving his hands up and down Gloria's back, while Gloria kept kissing his neck and making noises, indicating that she liked Freddie touching her this way. She started nudging and nuzzling his neck, before, eventually putting her mouth on it and trying to give him a hickey or as she would refer to it: "a beauty mark".

Soon enough, Freddie pinned Gloria down to the table and with one hand, gently rubbed her thighs and legs in an up and down-like manner. Slowly, of course. He put his face into her chest for a brief moment, before returning his lips to hers and going full on tongue with the kiss. After the kiss ended, Gloria went to sit up, but, was stopped by Freddie.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Freddie gently laid her back down, "Relax. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here, baby."

"I know you are, darling, but, I just wanted to lock the door and close the curtains, so, that we would have our privacy." Gloria rubbed his chin with her hand.

"Oh, I can do that. You just need to relax yourself. You've been doing a lot already." Freddie pulled her into a kiss and then went over to lock the door and close the curtains.

"You know something, Freddie?" Gloria asked, while twirling her hair with her finger.

"What?" Freddie was in the process of closing the curtains.

"I think I love you and not only in a physical way, but, in a romantic way. Actually, just all the way." Gloria shrugged and swallowed hard right after admitting that.

Freddie turned his attention to her and smiled after hearing her say those words. He never had a girl openly admit her feelings to him, before. The only feelings he ever received from a girl were physical attractions, not emotional.

*Outside of Freddie's fantasy*

Freddie was still staring off into space when Gloria kept on calling his name. It wasn't until she snapped her fingers that he snapped out of his trance. However, he still had the smirk on his face as he did in his fantasy. When asked if he was OK, he tried to cover up what he was fantasizing about, but, seeing that Sharon and now, Freddie had smiles on their faces, Gloria was completely weirded and a little grossed out.

"What's with everybody today?" Gloria made a disgusted noise and shuddered.

"Wha-What do you mean?" Sharon raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Aren't we allowed to fantasize every once in a blue moon?"

"Yes, mom, but, I am getting the feeling that you and now, Freddie have had rated X fantasies." Gloria looked as if she was going to be sick to her stomach.

"C'mon, like you haven't had those type of fantasies." Freddie gave her a look.

"No, I'm a virgin." Gloria quipped.

"That's no excuse." Sharon shook her head.

"Yeah, just, because, you may or may not be a virgin, doesn't mean that you don't occasionally fantasize dirty." Freddie tilted his head to the side.

"Well, I don't." Gloria shook her head, with a little sass.

"Then how come I see you looking at pictures of Freddie Mercury with long hair? Or pictures of a young Desi Arnaz?" Sharon gave her the "really" look.

"I'm just looking." Gloria insisted.

"Uh huh." Sharon gave her the "sure you are" look, followed by a sarcastic nod of the head.

"I am." Gloria insisted, again, before looking back at her phone, "I don't even know who I am looking at."

"Mmmm hmmm." Sharon rolled her eyes, while her fantasy still played in her head.

"Wait, shouldn't we be trying to get a hold of John?" Freddie shifted the subject back on John.

"Oh, uh, yes. Has he gotten back to any of you?" Sharon checked her phone, again.

"Nope." Freddie shook his head.

"Well, let's go over to his place and see if he is alright. I'm really getting worried about him." Gloria headed for the door.

"You two go ahead. I'll catch up with you." Sharon insisted.

"OK, mom." Gloria went out the door, Freddie following her.

Sharon shut the door to her office and shut the blinds as well. She sat back in her chair and continued to let her fantasy play out. All the while, Provenza and Flynn were talking about her "odd behavior".

"Flynn, haven't you noticed the Captain's weird behavior, since, Mr. Bradley showed up." Provenza scratched the back of his head.

"Well, Mr. Bradley was her boyfriend at one time and between you and me, I think she may still harbor feelings for him." Andy whispered into Provenza's ear.

"She still harbors feelings for Bradley the same way she can't let go of Fogerty's death? I mean she let go of Jack Raydor real easily." Provenza got a weird look on his face.

"Well, Jack Raydor wasn't exactly her "true love", Provenza." Andy made quotation marks with his fingers.

"I know and probably to the Captain, Bradley is a second Fogerty or vice versa." Provenza shrugged.

"More like Fogerty was the second Bradley to her until he was murdered and Bradley came back into her life." Andy raised his eyebrows.

"Now, that you say that, Fogerty and Bradley did look alike, except Bradley has a mustache and goatee, whereas Fogerty was clean shaved." Provenza nodded.

"Well, Fogerty was our chief for crying out loud and he made sure he looked his best." Andy chuckled.

"He ran this place with an iron fist. I mean remember when Brenda wanted to ask him out and he spurned her affections for the Captain's? Remember Pope told Brenda that she stood no chance of ever getting a date with Fogerty." Provenza tried to hold back laughter.

"Yes, I do remember that." Andy whispered.

"Remember what?" Sharon stood outside of her office, arms folded.

"Uh..." Andy was trying to cover up what he and Provenza had been discussing.

"Do you two remember that we have a case we need to be working on?" Sharon sternly asked.

"Yes, Captain." Andy and Provenza both said at the same time.

"Then, get to it." Sharon told them, before heading out the door.

"That was a close call." Provenza whispered in Flynn's ear.


Meanwhile back at John's house

John was pinned down to the ground and Lyle was on top of him. Lyle was rubbing John's chest with one hand, while squeezing John's left thigh with the other one. John was uncomfortable and a bit terrified, despite trying to act brave and his multiple attempts to fight Lyle off. In the back of his mind, he knew that this wasn't going to be easy and had a feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Look, kid, we had a deal last night and you're definitely trying funny stuff with me!" John managed to squirm away.

"I know and don't worry, baby. We still have the deal." Lyle grabbed John's leg, again and planted a kiss on his forehead, "However, I told you last night that I desire men and women, mainly men your age."

"I wouldn't care if you desired anybody my age, younger, or older! Get the hell off of me!" John headbutted Lyle and managed to get out of his clutches, again.

This made Lyle a bit agitated, because, usually his victims would submit by now, but, John wasn't just any victim. He managed to grab a hold of John's legs and sit on top of them, incapacitating him. Afterward, Lyle pulled out a long zip tie and bound John's wrists. John did not like this one bit, because, now, his worst fears were starting to slowly become a reality.

"Now, you'll sit still and not be so nervous." Lyle patted him on the head.

John was breathing very heavily and even gulped hard. This was not going to end well or so he thought. Lyle had full control of him now, which made things a lot worse than before.

"Look, I've banged guys like you, before and made them my bitches. Now, you will be my bitch and sex slave. I've had sex slaves, too, but, unlike my past slaves and bitches, you get to be my living and breathing one. Then, again, I have no problem having sex with a corpse." Lyle said in a very menacing way.

John shivered, shuddered, and groaned at the mere thought of being a sex slave and someone's bitch. This was definitely starting to destroy his ego and macho personality, but, he didn't want Lyle to know that, because, that would be like striking a match near a tank of gasoline. It would explode like crazy.

"I'll also make you my pet." Lyle ran his fingernails up and down John's back.

John grunted and made a noise, which made Lyle get more aroused. However, John wasn't finding this arousing at all. In fact, he'd much rather be getting this from his own wife than from a creepy young man who reminded him of the killers: Lyle Menendez, David Berkowitz, Robert Chambers, and Ted Bundy. John wanted to wring this guy's neck and curse him for attempting to violate him, but, knew he couldn't, since, his hands were literally tied.

"I'll get you a collar and you'll be my dog. I'll name you Duke." Lyle planted another kiss on the side of John's head, before turning him around and planting his lips on top of John's, giving him a french kiss.

John was trying his best to fight off Lyle's kiss and even making repulsed noises and started gagging. This was making John utterly sick and disgusted.

"I think I'll perform fellatio and anilingus on you, after we have "a little fun". I mean with me, I go all out. Nothing less." Lyle held John close to him and kissed his neck, while rubbing his right shoulder in an up and down motion, very slowly.

"I hate this." John's heart started beating a bit faster than usual and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Oh, you're only saying that, because, this wasn't done to you properly, handsome." Lyle slowly moved his hand down John's chest and stopped when he reached John's private area.

"Oh God! I'm way out of my comfort zone...in MY own home!" John held back his tears and moaned instead.

"You're big down there, but, I'm not complaining. Now, let's turn you around." Lyle cooed.

John felt himself being slowly turned onto his stomach. This was never good, especially if someone was in a situation that he was. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes very tightly. The next thing he felt was Lyle kissing him up and down his back.

"Let's get you in the right position." Lyle managed to get John onto his hands and knees, before, beginning to unzip his pants.

"No! No!" John tried to scoot away as best as he could, but, was again stopped by Lyle.

"Ah, ah, ah! Don't go away, because, I'm going to make you squeal like a pig." Lyle started to slowly lower John's boxer shorts.

"Did you just say a line from the film, "Deliverance"?!" John raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did, because, I will do to you what that guy did to Ned Beatty's character in that scene! Only, you are far better looking and worthy of pleasure." Lyle began to spread John's legs apart.

"Just get it over with!" John desperately wanted this to be over and wanted to get his hands around Lyle's neck.

"You don't give the orders around here." Lyle put his hand over John's mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Lyle started to slowly thrust into John. At first, John couldn't feel anything, correction, the only thing he felt was horrified. He pictured what Jane went through and the pure terror she felt. Also in his mind, was when he was sexually assaulted by his gym teacher. Boy, did he wish that he had the courage to come out about that coach, but, thinking that nobody would believe him, he kept it bottled up for many years, just like he had kept hidden that recently one of his therapists had sexually assaulted him as well. Who could blame him? Nobody would simply come out about assault, especially, if one was the type to not bring a lot of attention on oneself. Those memories were running in his head like a movie as were the thoughts that ran through the minds of sexual assault victims and the sheer terror they felt when it was happening. It wasn't until Lyle started to thrust a bit harder that John's eyes bugged out.

"Ohhhhh...GOD! Oh God! Ohhhhhh!" John grunted and groaned.

Lyle shoved in harder than before, causing blood to rain down John's legs. The younger man groaned and moaned in pleasure, even smiling.

John bit down very hard on his lower lip as he screamed, moaned, and grunted, stifling the sound as best as he could, not wanting to appear weak, but, broke the skin on his lower lip, making the iron taste of his own blood flow into his mouth. He had never felt something so excruciatingly painful in his life or so he thought. Neither a broken leg, thrown out back, bullet wound, punch to the face, black eye, nor a migraine; absolutely nothing. Everything only lasted for a brief moment, although it felt like an eternity. The pain was starting to fade away, only to increase when Lyle tried to go further and get all the way into John. He had done this to many people before, so, John wasn't his first and certainly wasn't going to be his last.

"I should be recording this and broadcasting it on YouTube." Lyle laughed.

"Hey, Lyle, I-" Willow walked into the garage.

"Willow! What the hell?! How the hell did you get in and how did you know I was here?!" Lyle was annoyed that Willow had walked in on him.

"Never mind that! What are you doing?!" Willow had a repulsed look on her face.

"What's it look like?! I'm giving pleasure to him." Lyle kissed John on the head.

"You're raping him, aren't you?!" Willow folded her arms.

"Thank you for finding a way to make it sound horrible!" Lyle snarked.

"You're so damn sick and twisted, it's not even funny!" Willow shook her head.

"Hey! At least he isn't a corpse." Lyle looked at her.

"You bang corpses, too?! God, you're weird!" Willow shuddered.

"Get out, Willow!" Lyle snapped.

"Did Lyman know you were a homo?!" Willow didn't budge.

"I go into phases of liking men and women! Sometimes I desire girls your age and men his age!" Lyle rubbed John's shoulder, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have my privacy! So, go screw with that Freddie guy!"

"I'll do it, when I'm ready! Besides, you did say that you wanted someone to broadcast it on YouTube, right?" Willow asked.

"Willow, I swear to God, if you don't get out in the next five seconds, you'll be next, only you may not be a living breathing victim!" Lyle made a harsh threat.

"Fine." Willow sighed in an annoyed way and left.

Hayley started to walk in, but, was stopped by Willow, who informed her on plans to trap Freddie. Lyle took another deep breath and petted John's head. John was starting to shake and shudder.

"Oh, it's OK. She's gone now." Lyle kissed him on the ear.

John balled his hands into fists and desperately tried hard to not think about the pain he was in, as the tears, he tried to hold back, started to stream down his face. Lyle, fully unaware of this, very slowly started to slide out of John, receiving a gasp and hiss from him. He pulled out until just the tip of his you know what was in and then, without a warning, he pushed forward and harder this time, making John bellow and howl in pain.

"That was music to my ears." Lyle groaned.

John opened his eyes, unaware that he had closed them and was slowly starting to get use to the pain he was feeling, as he started to not think about it as much. He moaned when Lyle grunted, breathed with Lyle's thrusts, and grunted when Lyle pushed in and slid John's body on the cold ground of the garage.

Lyle started to increase his pace and get more aggressive than before. His eyes fluttered with amazement and a smile formed on his face.

Using his whits and deciding on how to annoy Lyle and possibly make this end sooner, John started pretending that he was enjoying every bit of this. In actuality, he wasn't, but, he figured that if he were to act like he was enjoying being sexually assaulted, he'd possibly annoy Lyle into stopping and turn the tables on him.

"You know something? You're handsome." Lyle thrusted harder and harder.

John yelped and grunted as more blood started coming down his legs. Despite trying his best at pretending, John found that he couldn't pretend much longer as the pain became unbearable. All he could think about was the excruciating pain he was in, the terror Jane and Wendy felt, the terror many sexual assault victims feel, the terror Lindy Moran felt, the confusion Luna was in, due to her being an infant and not knowing what was happening, and how many other unfortunate souls Lyle did this to. He knew the numbers were way up there and he was now one of them.


Meanwhile

Freddie and Gloria had gone separate ways, yet again. As Freddie entered his home, a hand went over his mouth almost immediately and he was pulled into his basement. Afterward, he was tossed to the ground and pinned down. When he turned around, the assailants were revealed to be Willow and Hayley.

"So, we meet again, Willow?! Who's your little friend?!" Freddie was caught off guard that two girls were able to hold him down.

"This is Hayley." Willow introduced Hayley to Freddie.

"Hello." Hayley looked at him in a flirtatious way.

"Yeah, hi! Where's John Bradley?!" Freddie raised his voice.

"At home and Lyle is there with him." Willow rolled her eyes.

"What's Lyle doing to him?!" Freddie wanted to know.

"Trust me, you don't really want to know." Willow shook her head.

"Yes, I do!" Freddie insisted.

"I didn't think Lyle could possibly be that sick and twisted." Willow made a gagging noise.

"Oh God!" Freddie instantly knew what she was talking about and made a repulsed sound, "Poor John! If I ever see Lyle, I'll kill him!"

"We're here to do the same to you." Hayley blurted out.

"Nice, Hayley! Real nice!" Willow slapped her on the shoulder, out of annoyance.

"Oh no you ain't!" Freddie shook his head and managed to get up on his two feet.

"Don't worry, it won't be as painful." Hayley smirked.

"No! Either of you come near me, I'll kill you." Freddie backed into a corner.

"Why? Because, we're beautiful girls and just want to have fun with a guy as hot as you are." Hayley got close to him.

Freddie tried to run up the stairs in order to get out of the basement, but, was stopped when Hayley pulled him down by his ankles. She sprawled him out onto a table and forced herself onto him. Freddie did not like this and wasn't liking where this was heading.

Hayley took off her tank top and began to take off Freddie's shirt. She loved it when Freddie started to fight her off, but, soon enough, there was a sound.

"Willow, not cool!" Hayley sighed.

"It wasn't me." Willow shook her head, again.

"Anyways, where were we? Oh, yes." Hayley rubbed Freddie's chest in an up and down motion, before grabbing his private area and squeezing it.

Freddie jolted and gritted his teeth, before, taking a deep breath. The squeeze really hurt him and this was only on top of his pants. All he could think about was John and the sheer terror he must be feeling, despite trying to put on a brave face. The thought of what John was going through, really troubled Freddie and made him feel sick. The next thing he felt was Hayley kissing his chest and beginning to unzip his pants.

"This is never good." Freddie said to himself.


Back at John's house

John was still being violated just like how Ned Beatty's character, Bobby Trippe was in the 1972 film "Deliverance", only difference was that John was in his own home, whereas Bobby Trippe was in the woods. This didn't matter, because, to John, being violated in your own home and being incapacitated was way worse than being assaulted in the woods. He was hoping for this whole ordeal to be over.

Regretfully and despite not wanting it to end, Lyle pulled himself out of John and put himself back into his pants. However, this didn't stop Lyle from getting in front of John and giving him another french kiss. Afterward, he walked around John, watching the older man shake and shudder with his own aftershocks.

"My pet..." Lyle cooed, again, before wrapping his arms around John and kissing his cheek repeatedly, "Thank you, so much for letting me give you a wonderful experience and thank you for starting to give me pleasure."

John opened his green eyes and looked around the garage in complete bedlam.

"You didn't think that was it, did you?" Lyle chuckled, as he got in front of John.

"I...don't...know what to think! I've been violated in my own home!" John's pent up anger was really beginning to show.

"You know the word violate is a very disgusting word." Lyle said in a cunning way.

"What you did to me was violation! Like I said before, you violated me!" John managed to break free from the zip ties.

"You should know that I have more zip ties, my pet." Lyle petted John, again.

"Stop that! I'm not an animal!" John stood up and pulled his boxer shorts up, despite being a little wobbly on his legs.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Lyle pinned him against a wall.

John didn't answer him and instead, just stared the young man down, hatred burning in his eyes.

"You're not done giving me pleasure!" Lyle instructed.

"Consider this, pleasure!" John kneed Lyle in his private area.

Lyle screamed and collapsed to the ground, still clutching his private area.

"What's the matter? Don't feel so big, do you?!" John taunted.

Lyle was still screaming and tears welled up in his eyes.

"If you think you're going to violate me any further, you're dead wrong!" John stood over him and kicked him in the side, "Your victims never got a chance to give you a taste of your own medicine until now! You know something, Lyle? I bet you were planning on killing me as you thought I was this "weak and feeble old man", but, I'm not like any of your victims. I am fighting back. You probably didn't expect that, I'm sure."

"Why did you kick me for?! That was dirty fighting!" Lyle wailed.

"You know damn good and well why I did!" John groaned due to the pain he was still feeling.

"Because, you're a dirty fighter?!" Lyle swallowed hard.

"No, because, I wanted to show you that you aren't the big tough guy that you want everyone to think you are. You're a cowardly rapist and I despise cowards like you, but, for some reason, I am sparing you for now." John knelt down beside Lyle and turned his face into his direction, "You seemed to have forgotten one thing when we made our agreement last night. Remember what the was?! No funny business!"

"Look, my love...I mean my pet, I didn't want to do it, believe me." Lyle tried to act innocent.

"You're a liar!" John shook his head and had an angry expression on his face.

"You don't under-understand, my pet. I-I didn't mean to hurt you. I just lost control and saw red. I was in utter bedlam." Lyle got on his hands and knees and pleaded, "Look, I'm not that backwoods man from "Deliverance". I need serious help. I've been violated too."

"Stop trying to make yourself the victim here! I'm the victim! Plus, why did you do it, if you "didn't mean to do it"?" John made quotation marks with fingers, yet again and folded his arms.

"I lusted for you! I really find you attractive and my hormones took control of me!" Lyle was still playing the victim.

"Control? Yes, you tried to take control of me, but, you failed miserably! Also, I've heard better excuses than that!" John was clearly disgusted with him and part of him wanted to wrap his hands around the younger man's neck, but, the other part of him wanted to spare him for now.

"Please don't don't kill me! Please! Please don't send me back to Lyman! If he ever found out about my phases, he'd whack me off for sure!" Lyle begged for John's mercy.

"Relax, nobody's gonna kill you!" John put his hand on Lyle's shoulder, "Consider yourself lucky as I am feeling surprisingly generous. I'm going to spare you for now."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Lyle stood up and planted a kiss on John's lips.

"Look, I'm sparing you, so, you better not pull anymore funny business or else, I won't be so nice! In other words, don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry!" John held the younger man by his shoulder, "You see, we didn't have a personal problem until now, but, like I said, I am feeling generous, even for a cowardly rapist like yourself. You better not forget that!"

"Believe me, my pet, I won't." Lyle gazed into John's eyes.

"Stop calling me your pet! I'm not an animal!" John gave him an annoyed look, "You know? You remind me a lot of the character Dandy Mott from "American Horror Story" , only more insane and way more eccentric!".

"I get that a lot." Lyle rolled his eyes and went to plant another french kiss on John, but, was stopped.

"Lyle, what's that over there?" John pointed at another direction.

"What?" Lyle looked the other way.

"This!" John punched him, knocking him out cold and leaving a bruise on his face.

He grabbed the zip ties out of Lyle's pockets and bound his wrists behind his back. He then bound his ankles together with the same zip ties. Afterward, he went back into his house, grabbed his clothes that had been scattered around, and went straight to the bathroom and hopped into the shower, in the hopes that he could scrub off any remnant of Lyle, but, found it impossible to even turn on the shower due to exhaustion caused by his blood loss and of course, by being violated, plus, his still bleeding head wound and the heatwave wasn't helping. He managed to crawl to the foot of his bed, grab his phone out of his pants pocket, and dial Sharon's number.

"Hello?" Sharon said.

"Sh-Sharon. It's me." John was clearly out of breath.

"David, it's so good to hear your voice. God, we were worried about you." Sharon was relieved and a little ticked off at the same time, "Why did you suddenly go M.I.A. on us?! What gives?! Do you even realize how worried we were?! You broke your own pact!"

"Look, Sh-Sharon, I-I need...help...I've been r-raped!" John was breathing heavily, again.

"OK, John, where are you?" Sharon had concern in her voice.

"At home in my bedroom." John started to feel dizzy.

"Stay there, I'm coming." Sharon hung up, before John could say anything.

John rubbed his head and saw blood on his hand, indicating that his head wound was much more serious.


Back at Freddie's house

Hayley was in the process of sexually assaulting Freddie, while Willow watched on. Freddie was hoping that this would end sooner and that he would hopefully not get raped. However, he got lucky when suddenly the Hayley got a ninja star in her arm and let go of Freddie. To Freddie's relief, the assailant turned out to be Gloria, who then shot tranquilizer darts into Hayley and Willow's necks, knocking them out.

"Thank you." Freddie zipped his pants back up and put his shirt back on.

"Hey, I couldn't bear to see those two bitches do barbaric stuff to you, Fred." Gloria patted him on the back.

"We better get to your dad's house. I think Lyle has done something to him." Freddie walked toward the stairs.

"Uh, Freddie, what do we do about those two?!" Gloria pointed to the unconscious women.

"Let's put them in my trunk and take them to a garage in order to further question them." Freddie picked Willow up and carried her up the stairs.

"Could we torture them?" Gloria dragged Hayley up the stairs, like a rag doll.

Freddie gave her a weird look, before going out to where his car was and putting Willow inside the trunk. Gloria brought Hayley to the car and loaded her up with Willow. Afterward, they drove off to John's house, anticipating what they'd find and hoping that their worst fears weren't true. Little did they do know.


Back at John's house

John had also phoned his sister, Jenny, up and told her everything in a nutshell. She told him that she would be right there and was rushing to get to her brother, immediately. While waiting for Sharon and his sister, John was being comforted and looked after by his German Shepherd, Vincent, that had since, awakened from the tranquilizer and left a few bites and scratches on Lyle, who was still unconscious. Soon enough, a car pulled up and a dark-haired woman, revealed to be about the same age as John, got out of the car and headed into his house.

"Why doesn't he ever lock his door?!" the woman said to herself, as she shut the door.

Vincent, sensing that someone was indeed inside the house, started barking.

"That's his dog." the woman followed the sound path of Vincent's bark, which led her straight to John's bedroom.

"Sis?" John gasped.

"John!" the woman knelt down beside him and hugged him.

"Jenny, I'm glad to see you." John breathed a sigh of relief, "I just need the comfort of someone."

"Why didn't you phone your wife?" Jenny asked.

"I figured she was too busy with Olivia and her injuries." John felt tears spring to his eyes.

"John, I'm so sorry this happened to you and also, why didn't you say anything about your child with Sharon, before?" Jenny hugged him tighter than before.

"I never knew about Gloria until the other day." John sighed, "I feel so dirty, right now."

"How dare that creep rape you?! How dare he?!" Jenny shook her head.

"Well, he dared." John brushed the tears away from his eyes.

"It's OK to cry about it." Jenny rubbed his back.

"I'm so mad that I can't cry." John looked up for a brief moment.

"I don't blame you." Jenny stood up and helped him stand up.

Soon enough, another car pulled up and it turned out to be Freddie and Gloria. Concerned, they went right up to the door and pounded on it. Jenny left John's room and answered the door.

"Oh, hello, may I help you two?" Jenny asked.

"Hi, we're here to check on Mr. Bradley to see if he is alright." Freddie started.

"How does he know you two?" Jenny folded her arms and tapped her foot.

"Well, I'm his friend, Freddie Smirnov and this is his daughter, Gloria." Freddie introduced the two of them.

"Come in." Jenny opened the door.

"If you don't mind a stupid question, who are you?" Gloria asked.

"I'm his sister and your aunt Jenny. So, you're his little girl, Gloria? You're very beautiful and it's very nice to meet you for the first time. Sorry it has to be right in the middle of a situation." Jenny patted Gloria on the shoulder.

"It's alright, Aunt Jenny. I can call you that, right?" Gloria wanted to make sure.

"Well, yes, because, you are my niece and my brother's daughter. That's not even a question." Jenny reassured her.

"Where's Mr. Bradley?" Freddie was looking around for John.

"In his room with his dog. Poor man was raped." Jenny looked down.

"That was our worst fear." Freddie shook his head.

"I wanna do bad things to that Lyle creep!" Gloria balled her fists.

"Let's take him along with Hayley and Willow and go to an area where it'll be round two of interrogation." Freddie suggested.

"Interrogation? For what?" Jenny was a bit thrown off.

Gloria and Freddie took time to explain everything to Jenny, even though it was all mind boggling and a lot to grasp. Jenny surprisingly understood completely and decided to go into John's room and convince him to get to the hospital due being violently raped and the bloody gash on the right side of his forehead. Meanwhile, Freddie and Gloria loaded Lyle up with Willow and Hayley and were about to drive off, when they heard another car pull up. It was Sharon and she rushed into John's house to see him. When she and Jenny saw each other, they hugged for what seemed to be a long time.

"How are you, Sharon?" Jenny was clearly glad to see Sharon for the first time in a long time.

"I've been great, Jenny. Right now, I am concerned about your brother. Where is he?" Sharon was a bit frazzled.

"In his bedroom. I was just about to get him to the hospital." Jenny told her.

"He's that bad, huh?" Sharon had a sad look in her eyes.

"Weaker than a sick baby." Jenny hung her head low.

"Well, I'll go see him and then, once you drive him to the hospital, I'll follow you." Sharon said, before, going straight to John's bedroom, getting down on one knee and hugging him.

"Sharon, you came!" John was a bit happy.

"David, I drove here as fast as I could." Sharon rubbed his head, "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

"Me too." John's voice was beginning to break.

"Shh. It's OK. It's OK." Sharon comforted him.

"He violated me!" John let the tears flow down his face.

"John, you may need to go to the hospital." Sharon continued rubbing the back of John's head.

"Why?!" John removed himself from her hug and gave her a weird look.

"Because, you've been raped and they need to do all kinds of things in order to make sure that you'll be alright." Sharon tried to reassure him.

"No hospital!" John started to protest.

"David, protesting is not going to help you one bit. Look, what if your rapist damaged something or worse gave you a disease. The hospital needs to make sure that you aren't going to get anything like gonorrhea, chlamydia, or worse, full blown HIV/AIDS." Sharon explained.

John stood up from the floor and had a very hesitant look in his eye. Sharon, again, tried to explain everything to him, only to earn more and more protests from him. She didn't understand why John was being so hesitant on going to the hospital in order to make sure that Lyle hadn't given him an STD. If anything, John should be hurrying to the hospital, but, something was stopping him. Sharon clearly couldn't figure it out and when Jenny came in and tried to convince him to go, his resistance became more intense. One had to wonder, why was John so adamant on not going to the hospital?! Doctors wouldn't make fun of him for being a victim of rape and Elaina wouldn't get all mad or weird about it; she would be horrified that, that had happened to her husband.

So what's stopping him? Will someone convince him to go to the hospital? Find out!

To Be Continued...