Thread: What a Girl Wants

Brodie blinked at the sound of a very concerned voice asking him if he was okay. What had happened? He had been driving Nina to- Nina! He tried to twist in his seat but a voracious pain tore through his entire back. It was like lightning coursing down from his neck. Suddenly he wasn't quite as concerned about the bitch as he was for his own life. Taking a deep breath he forced his eyes to open and find where that annoying voice was coming from. It was coming from a overweight woman who looked to be in about her thirties, she had an anxious look on her face and was wringing her hands constantly. They were full of rings and her wrists were covered in bracelets. Her nails were neatly manicured, but two were missing. What the fuck did you do? He asked, trying to remember how the accident had happened, because he was in an accident. She immediately began wailing and crying as she explained that she had three kids and one had some sort of diaper trouble. She hadn't seen him as she pulled out from the side street and then... Brodie held up his hands, Call nine-one-one. My neck hurts. He sniffed just then, but luckily he could not pick up the scent of any gasoline or fire. Just a little burnt rubber from where he had slammed on the breaks. The woman was frantically calling an ambulance. He just rolled his eyes and cringed a little as another burst of pain shot through his neck. Brodie must have lost conscious because when he next opened his eyes he was on a backboard with a medic shining a light into his eyes. They asked him all sorts of questions, but the only one he really remembered, Was their anyone else in the car? He heard the frantic woman taking a deep breath. He just knew she was going to say something about Nina. So with a burst of air he shouted hoarsely, No. Just me. The lady had to have more brains then it looked like she had, for she immediately complied. Whether it was the tone or glare that Brodie gave her, she knew to shut the fuck up. Maybe she was just hoping that if she complied he wouldn't sue her for everything she had. Once the spine collar was released and he found that his neck wasn't in as bad a shape as he thought it was in he decided that he probably wouldn't be suing. He didn't need the money, and he'd rather have a favor owed then the extra cash. After filing the report with the insurance agency and signing a waiver for the hospital to let him go Brodie took a limo to the nearest rental agency and rented a car. The moment he was in it he flipped open his phone and found a text from Paul. 'I've got Nina.' It was far too late to make the other appointment so Brodie just asked where. The boy and Nina were in the park about four blocks from the school. It was somewhat of a dividing line between the lower income families and upper class. It was where all of the teens and tweens hung out, because the parents of both sides wouldn't take the children there because of the risk of running into someone beneath them. A few dealers hung out here and there, there was a skate park, and lots of biking trails that the rich kids liked to take their dirt bikes out on. Brodie arrived just as the lights in the park came on. They were few and dim, for the teens had all but destroyed most of the lamps. He had sent a text to Paul, instructing him to take Nina out into one of the longer bike paths and have some fun. It wasn't long before he heard the soft grunts and slaps apparently Nina had forgiven or forgotten all of what Paul had done to her already. Either that or Paul was becoming a little bit less of a pussy then what Brodie had judged him to be. This was an interesting moment. He would have to play it right in order to continue Nina's training. The grunts and whispers were softer, because they were out in the open, but even then Nina's voice certainly wasn't as demanding and sex crazed as it had been before. She was enjoying the soft touch, the warm comfort of knowing exactly what her lover was going to do. Brodie snapped on his blinding flashlight and pointed it directly at Nina's face. She cringed and screamed, Paul let out a scared, What the fuck! Both of their voices were silenced the moment Brodie opened his mouth a spoke. Nina, because she recognized the powerful voice, Paul because he was able to get a glimpse of Brodie's face. What's wrong cunt? Frightened that some one might decide to rape that whoring little hole of yours? Afraid that you'll enjoy it? Get on your knees cunt. And you, fuckhead, pull up your fucking pants... Good. Now, fuckhead, take these handcuffs and put one cuff on the cunts wrist, lock the other off on that tree branch. No. A bit higher up. Good. Now do the same with her other wrist. Excellent. Use this. Write these words, 'Free cunt.' Ah... That's a nice touch, an arrow. Fuckhead, put these on your own wrist. There was another jingle as more cuffs passed hands. Paul had tied Nina tightly to two different trees. In the middle was his motorcycle that Nina had to lean over slightly in order not to cut the circulation from her hands off. Her little skirt hardly hid what was beneath them. Just then voices began traveling down the path. Before disappearing into the blackness that consumed the place after turning off his flashlight, Brodie whispered in Nina's ear, Okay cunt. Time to be just a cunt like you wanted. A free cunt. Remember, this was your idea.