Message-ID: <1863eli$9707021211@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: James Lawson Subject: Second Chance- The Director's Cut- Part Two Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: If you are under 18 or are not allowed to read this, please dont. Otherwise, enjoy the story. Author's note: Here it is boys and girls, part two. Part three will be out shortly. Second Chance- The Director’s Cut- Part Two The tree roots reached out to trip her, the mud tried to break her legs, and the cold wind and rain fought to sap all her energy. Catherine didn’t stop. She kept running, behind her, the personal hell she had lived in for the past few months was being purified by fire. “Damn bastard.” She told herself, “I hope he dies in that fire and goes straight to hell!” Catherine staggered and fell to the ground. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps, she pushed herself to her feet and walked a few more steps to the edge of the forest. The rain was a torrential downpour now, her hair and skin saturated with cold rainwater. She coughed a few times and willed herself to go up the embankment onto the road. As she did this, her body protested at the strain and caused her mind to shut down. The last thing she saw was a bright light then blackness. Thomas Dalton slowed down and turned his headlights on hi-beam. He had decided to take this back route to get home since he wasn’t in a hurry. About halfway into the route, he strained to look ahead. Suddenly, he stopped the car and strained to look ahead. Shaking his head, Thomas was wondering if he was alright, since there was a naked woman in the middle of the road just ahead of him. Without a second thought, he jumped out of the car with his trechcoat and picked her up. She looked like a large child, wrapped in his coat. He put her in the back of the car and proceeded home. “Don’t worry,” He assured the sleeping female, “You’ll be alright.” “Are you alright?” The soft, masculine voice and aroma of coffee brought her back from her daze. She looked up to see a tall, well-built man wearing a Scottish Claymores t-shirt and shorts holding two coffee mugs. He smiled and offered her one of the mugs. “It’s coffee. I figured you might need it after being out in the rain for so long.” She sat up and accepted the warm beverage, covering her nakedness with the soft blanket. His blue eyes stared at her for a moment before speaking. “Hang on a sec, okay?” Thomas went to another room and came back with a long t-shirt and handed it to her. “It’s not much, but it will provide you some modesty.” He turned around, and provided her the privacy to put it on. As she stood up to put the shirt on, she looked at her naked body and felt ashamed. To keep her slim and pretty, her captor (she didn’t feel the need to call the bastard master anymore) kept her underfed and constantly abused. She took a deep breath and put the nightshirt on while trying not to let the memories defeat her. Thomas took a deep breath and tried to keep his thoughts from running wild. She was a beautiful woman, her black hair complemented her deep blue eyes. The only thing noticibly unusual was her frame, but that was almost negligible compared to her overall beauty. He felt blood rush to his cock. “Steady boy,” He thought silently. “Just because you find a naked woman in the road doesn’t mean you can get her in bed.” After seeing the welts on her legs and back when he picked her up, Thomas decided to take it easy. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /