Street Girl
By A.J. Brown
An older couple run into a problem when they leave a party


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"Have someone walk you two to your car" Gail said to Gary as he and his wife,
Joyce, prepared to leave the party. "These streets aren't very well lit and
they are not very safe."

"Yes, let's do that" Joyce said.

"No, no, no" Gary, the stubborn 63-year-old man said. "It's only four blocks.
I might be an old man but I can take care of me and my wife."

Joyce shrugged and Gail looked at her friend like she was a bit concerned. But
Joyce knew that he wasn't going to change his mind and if, God forbid, they
had one of the security guards that worked at the party walk them to their car
which was in the lot a few blocks down that she would never hear the end of it
from him that night.

"We'll be OK" Joyce said and Gail backed off knowing that it was a lost cause.

"Alright" Gail said still looking concerned but like she was going to drop it
and she gave Joyce a hug. "You two be safe. And thank you again for coming."

Gail was right that the streets were dark. Twenty years earlier it would have
frightened Joyce to be walking these streets but now that she was 61-years-old
she definitely didn't feel comfortable. She was a small woman and she couldn't
defend herself. And she was too old to run also - especially in those heels
she was wearing. They looked nice and pretty when she put them on earlier in
the night but now she kind of wished she had chosen a flatter shoe to wear.

She moved in closer to her husband and grabbed his arm. She was scared but he
wasn't scared in the least. He was such a confident man even at his older age
and that always made her feel better about things. Just holding his arm made
her feel a lot less worried and she held it tightly.

They got closer to the lot they had parked in because all of the other lots
were full and now Joyce started to feel a bit silly. Gail was showing concern
but she was probably just being overly cautious. The streets were quiet and
they didn't see anyone while they were walking. It looked like Gary was right
that there was nothing to be concerned about.

As they walked more Joyce got a bit startled when she saw someone walking
towards them. Since the street was so dark, all she could see was that it was
a figure. It was just one person that looked to be about six feet tall. Joyce
was only 5'1 and even Gary was only 5'8.

The figure got closer and Joyce wasn't really worried anymore when she saw it
was a girl that couldn't have been older than twenty years old. She was
definitely a trashy looking girl, though, and she wasn't pleasing to look at.
She was about six feet tall and had short, messy blond hair. She smiled when
she saw the couple and she had crooked teeth. She may have been a little
pretty if she wasn't so trashy looking but pretty was the last word that Joyce
would use to describe her. She wore a long-sleeved shirt and jeans with holes
in them.

"Well isn't this cute" the girl said and she smiled which really showed off
her crooked teeth. "A mother fucking old couple." She definitely spoke like a
street girl who had little education. Joyce was quickly terrified and Gary
could sense it.

"Just keep walking" he said quietly to his wife. "Ignore her."

"You fucking ignoring me?" the girl said angrily and just her loud, angry tone
of voice scared Joyce a great deal. "Don't you fucking walk away from me when
I talk to you."

Joyce tried to pick up the pace and walk faster but Gary wouldn't do so even
though they could tell that the girl was walking right up behind them. She
then grabbed Gary by the shoulders and with great strength she threw him to
the ground. Joyce was shocked as she watched her husband hit the ground hard.

She wanted to scream but she felt like she couldn't catch her breath. She
couldn't believe this punk girl would just rough up an old man like that. Gary
didn't look afraid and he looked like he wanted to get to his feet to redeem
himself. Part of Joyce just wanted her husband to give this girl whatever she
wanted so she would leave them alone but another part of her wanted her
husband to get up and clock this girl to teach her a lesson.

As Gary started to get to his feet the girl was already standing right above
him. Joyce watched her bend down and she could see her ass crack when she bent
over since she didn't have a belt on her jeans. As Gary tried to get up the
girl punched him right in the mouth which sent him right back down covering
his face. Joyce couldn't tell if he was crying or not.

"Oh my God!" Joyce yelled and she put her hands on her face.

The girl turned to look at Joyce with an angry look that scared her once
again. She ran right at Joyce who quickly reached in her purse. She wished she
had a knife in there or even some pepper spray but she didn't have anything
like that. She lived in a wealthy neighborhood so she never had the need. She
grabbed her cell phone even though she knew she didn't have a chance of
calling for help on time.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the trashy girl said.

She roughly grabbed a hold of Joyce's wrist and Joyce could not believe how
strong she was for a girl. She pulled Joyce's arm out of her purse seeing that
she had her cell phone in hand. The girl took it from her and slammed it on
the ground so hard that it broke into a few pieces, clearly beyond repair.

Joyce was now too busy unsuccessfully trying to fight with this girl to scream
and before she knew it, the girl had her arm jacked up behind her back and her
other arm wrapped around her neck so she couldn't scream. She looked ahead to
see that Gary had gotten up and was coming over to help.

"Stay the fuck back" the trashy girl said angrily as she put the chokehold on
Joyce even tighter and Gary stopped right in his tracks. "I've beaten up much
bigger and younger dudes and chicks than either of you. I could fucking kill
her if I wanted to before you take another step." Joyce felt herself sweating
and she felt tears going down her face.

"OK" Gary said and now he just looked upset. "I have over two hundred dollars
in my wallet. I'll give you all of it. Please just don't hurt my wife."

"Which car is yours?" the girl asked curiously now knowing that she was in
complete control.

"Look over in the parking lot" he said and they were close enough to it where
he was now able to point over towards it. "See the navy blue Mercedes? That's
mine. Here are the keys, you can have it."

"Let's go for a walk over there" the girl said and she didn't loosen up on
Joyce at all.

"Please just take the car" Gary said almost begging and even being held like
she was against her will, Joyce couldn't help but be touched at how her
husband was quick to give up his car and money to save his wife. "Just take my
car and money and leave us ... "

"You better shut your fucking mouth" the girl interrupted angrily and she
forced Joyce's arm up her back even more so it caused her to whine a little.
"I'm the one calling the fucking shots here, not you. Now are we going to take
a walk to that car of yours or am I going to have to hurt this bitch?"

"Don't call her ... " Gary began.

"What the fuck did I say?" the girl impatiently interrupted and bent Joyce's
arm even more causing her extreme pain.

"Ouch!" Joyce screamed out and now Gary looked he didn't know what to do.

"OK, OK" he said and he looked so helpless that Joyce felt more pity for him
than for herself. "We'll go to the car, whatever you want. Just don't hurt
her."

Even after saying that, Gary still hesitated briefly but the girl immediately
started moving her way towards the parking lot and keeping the tight hold on
Joyce in the process. Gary looked at his helpless wife and then followed the
two women as the girl eagerly made her way towards the car.

"Holy fucking shit" the girl said happily when they walked up upon it. "Never
been in a nice ride like this before."

"Here, take the keys" Gary said and he aggressively held them out for her.

"What the fuck, you think I can fucking drive?" she laughed. "My daddy was too
busy off screwing anything he could put his dick in to teach me that and I
don't think there is a time of day that my mother could get in a car without
getting a DWI so she sure as hell never taught me."

"Just what do you ... ?" Gary began.

"Open the fucking car door and we're all getting' in" she said impatiently.
"Come on."

Gary hesitated one more time but when he saw this trashy girl holding onto his
wife and clearly able to hurt her if he wanted to he knew he had no choice but
to do what she wanted. He unlocked the doors and waited a second before she
motioned for him to get in the driver's seat. The girl then started forcing
Joyce into the back.

"Get in there, bitch" the girl said to Joyce and it was driving Gary crazy to
have to listen to her talking to his wife that way. They got in the car and
Gary just sat there waiting for what was next.

"Well what the fuck are you waiting for?" the girl said to him like he was
stupid. "Drive!"

"Where?" Gary asked her sounding angry and desperate.

"Give me your fucking wallet" she said.

"Here, take it" he said and he threw it at her. "She pulled out his license
without taking all of the cash that was in there."

"Go to this address on your license right here" she said when she looked at it
and then pulled out all of the cash that was in his wallet then put it in her
pocket.

"Absolutely not!" he said sternly.

"Ouch!" Joyce whined after the girl punched her right in the back.

"Start driving" the girl said impatiently.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Gary said.

"Better not piss me off" the girl said and despite being held trapped by her,
she still couldn't help but notice how uneducated she sounded. "I could snap
your wife's fucking neck in a heartbeat if I wanted."

He pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive. There was no way he
wanted to bring this crazy girl anywhere near his house and the only thing
that was on his mind at that point was how he was going to get him and Joyce
to help without the girl realizing what he was doing.

"You think I'm fucking stupid, don't you?" the girl said to him.

"No, I don't think that at all" Gary said with a very patronizing tone of
voice.

"Fuck that shit" she snapped back at him. "I know you do 'cause you got your
nice fucking car and shit and I'm just some poor girl that was walking the
streets. And maybe I am a little stupid. But I'm smart enough to know that
you're thinking about trying to pull into a police station right now or
thinking about some way you can get help. I'm just telling you right now that
I'm watching you like a fucking hawk. So you better not make one wrong move
because if I even think you're going anywhere other than your house I'll pluck
your wife's fucking eyes out."

Gary heard his wife cry some more and just the thought of that made his
stomach turn. He thought about saying something to try to assure this girl
that he wasn't going to betray her trust but he then thought that would make
things worse so he said nothing. He looked in the mirror and saw that the girl
had a good hold on his wife which sickened him. He'd give her whatever he
wanted from their house as long as she didn't hurt Joyce. He drove towards
their house.

"So you got a name?" he asked.

"What??" the girl snapped back with surprise.

"A name, do you have one?" he asked her trying to sound as friendly as he
could under the circumstances.

"Ha-ha-ha" she laughed like she was mocking him. "You wanna know my fucking
name? We fucking friends now or something?"

"I'm not sure what you want with us but I just thought since we're taking you
to our house that we could at least know your name" he said with a bit of
frustration. "But fine, forget I asked."

"No, no, no" she said and he looked in the rearview mirror to see that she
actually cracked a smile which would definitely be a lot prettier if it
weren't for those extremely crooked teeth of hers. "You wanna be all fucking
friendly like that, I'm cool with that. My name is Helen."

"Well I'm Gary and this is my wife Joyce" he said trying to speak respectfully
to her. "Why do you want me to take you to our house? Don't you have a place
to live?"

"You think I'd look this fucking dirty if I had a place to live??" she yelled
back at him with such anger and volume that it hurt his ears. "I just turned
fucking 18 a few weeks ago. You know what my momma gave me for my birthday?
Kicked me out of the fucking house. Said I'm a grown woman right now and it's
time I fend for myself. Got no fucking job, no money. Just fucking sent me out
on the streets. Been fucking walking around on my own doing what I've needed
to do to survive the past few weeks. And I'm sure you got a plenty big house
with room for all of us."

"I am so sorry to hear that" Gary said and he actually did feel a bit of pity
for her realizing that he would never have had the success in life that he did
if he had something like that happen to him. "I can't imagine what it would be
like to go through that. There are ways to get help but this isn't one of
them."

"Alright just shut the fuck up and drive!" Helen said angrily and she clearly
did something to hurt Joyce because Gary heard her whimper which made him
instantly be quiet.

He continued to drive and he did not want to bring Helen to his house. It
wasn't that he was worried about her stealing anything from them because any
of that could be replaced. What he didn't want was for her to know where they
lived. If she took a bunch of their stuff and left, who was to say she
wouldn't come back? Gary had no faith that the police could keep this girl
away from her. Once she left she'd be long gone and finding some trashy girl
walking the streets that stole some of their cash and jewelry wasn't going to
be a top priority for them.

Gary continued to drive and as they got closer he started to feel real bad
about the fact that he couldn't figure out a way to avoid bringing Helen to
the house. He was Joyce's husband and he was supposed to be protecting her but
now he was bringing this crazy girl to their house while she held Joyce
hostage in the backseat, not even using a weapon to do so. It really upset him
and he had never been so ashamed.

"Holy mother fucking shit" Helen said when Gary pulled into the driveway.
"This is a mother fucking mansion. I'm really going to get comfortable here."

"You're not getting comfortable anywhere!" he said to her sternly as he turned
the car off. "Take whatever you want and be on your way."

"Whoa, what the fuck?" Helen said looking ahead and she didn't even seem to be
paying attention to Gary as he took the keys out of the ignition and she just
looked ahead. "Two fucking Benz's. One isn't enough for you wealthy bastards?"

"We need two vehicles to get around" Gary said and he sounded really annoyed
by her. "Now let's go inside."

He got out of the car and he watched how rough Helen was being with Joyce as
he pulled her out still with one arm around her neck and the other holding her
arm up behind her back. He thought about just going at Helen and trying to
pull her off of her but if somehow it went wrong he didn't want his wife to
get hurt. He had his eyes open though and if Helen seemed to let her guard
down even for a second that was exactly what he was going to try to do. He
didn't want to let her in the house but he saw no other alternative and he let
them inside.

"What a fucking palace" Helen said and her eyes lit up as she looked around.

"What is it you want?" Gary asked and he could barely look at her because it
upset him so much to see her holding onto Joyce. "Jewelry? Cash?"

"Where can I find some fucking rope in this mother fucker?" she asked.

"What do you need rope for?" he asked impatiently.

"Don't fucking ask me any more questions!" she shouted at him with that
piercing yell of hers.

She put Joyce in a headlock and started punching her in the face. Gary had
seen enough and he went right at her. He tried to pull Helen off of his wife
but she was much stronger than he expected. She threw Joyce aside and then
gave Gary such a hard shove that knocked him right on his ass.

Gary tried to get up but the girl jumped right on top of him, pinning his
shoulders to the ground. This street punk was very strong and she had plenty
of energy in her as well. She started punching Gary in the face over and over.
Joyce picked up a clock and came up behind Helen then tried to hit her over
the head with it. Helen turned around, stood up, and strongly grabbed Joyce by
the wrist that the clock was in before she could do anything with it.

"What the fuck do you think you're going to do with that?" Helen said angrily
as the two fought over the clock while Gary still remained on the ground,
beaten from all of the punches he took from her.

"Let go of me!" Joyce said desperately.

The two of them had a fight over the small clock but it wasn't much of a
fight. Helen easily took it from her and Joyce screamed with frustration when
she got it. Gary finally started to get to his feet but Helen already had
Joyce in another wrestling hold with one arm and was ready to hit her over the
head with the clock with her other hand.

"Back the fuck up" Helen said sternly to Gary when she saw he was trying to
move closer and he did what she asked. "I'm looking around at all the shit you
have in this house and I bet you have some rope somewhere."

"It's in the garage" Gary said to her. "I'll go get it for you."

"We'll all go for a walk" Helen said and she motioned with her head for Gary
to lead the way.

Gary felt so helpless as he looked at Helen holding Joyce tightly with one arm
and ready to smash that clock right over her head at the first wrong move Gary
made. The married couple briefly made eye-contact and feeling so ashamed of
himself, he looked away immediately. Despite the dangerous situation she was
in, Joyce couldn't help but feel bad for her husband.

They got into the attached garage and Gary turned the light on. He hadn't used
the rope that was in there in years and he wasn't even quite sure what it was.
Helen scoped the scene looking with her eyes like she was trying to see if
there was anything of value in there while Joyce continued to look terrified.

"Here" Gary said when he found it and he held it up so Helen could see it.
"This work for you?"

"Let's go back inside" Helen said with a smile, showing off those extremely
crooked teeth of hers.

They got back in the house and Helen roughly threw Joyce on the ground. Gary
gave her quite the angry look but she moved right over towards him before he
had a chance to do anything. She took the rope from him and then threw the
older man to the ground. She got on top of him and Joyce got up like she was
going to try to help her husband.

"Stay the fuck put!" Helen yelled and something about the way she yelled at
them frightened them enough to make them listen to her. "See how I got your
mother fucking husband right now? He's too old and weak to fight me back and
all it will take is for me to punch him in the back of the head two or three
times and he'll never be the same after that. So you just stay where the fuck
you are."

Just those words alone made Joyce feel faint and she dropped to her knees.
Helen went about her business tying Gary's arms behind his back and then tying
his ankles together. Once Helen was finished she stood up and started checking
her work. It seemed as if the rope was plenty tight and she smiled proudly at
her work.

"I might not be very smart" Helen laughed. "But I do know how to tie a fucking
knot."

"Would you loosen that up a little bit?" Gary said with frustration. "It's
very tight and it's cutting off my circulation."

"It ain't gonna be on you long enough to make a fucking difference" Helen said
to him. "Come on, you come with me. Show me where all your cash and jewelry
is." She roughly grabbed Joyce and started to take her out of the room.

"Please, just don't hurt her" Gary said as he lay helplessly tied up on the
ground.

"Shut the fuck up" Helen said as she took Joyce out of the room.

Helen forced Joyce upstairs with one arm around her neck again and the other
one jacking her arm up behind her back. Joyce was trying not to let Helen know
how much she was upsetting her but the girl was really hurting her. Meanwhile,
Gary was on the ground desperately trying to free himself from being tied up.
The rope was way too tight and he didn't even stand a chance.

"Where is your bedroom?" Helen asked once they were in the upstairs hallway.

"That one right there" Joyce said. "Will you please loosen up on my arm?"
Helen ignored her and she brought her into the bedroom.

"Whoa, shit!" Helen said with her wide eyes when she looked around in the
large master bedroom. "Nice fucking place to sleep at night. Sure beats
sleeping in an alley with one eye open all night. Where's the fucking cash?"

"I'm not even sure how much we have" Joyce said, wincing from pain. "Check the
drawers and see what there is."

Helen let go of Joyce but then grabbed her by the hair to pull her over to the
drawers. She tightly held Joyce's hair with her one hand and rummaged through
the drawers with the other. There was more cash in there than Joyce even
realized and Helen was able to pocket over three hundred dollars before she
came across the jewelry box.

"Oh shit!" Helen said excitedly. "Here we fucking go."

"Please don't" Joyce begged when it really started to hit her what was
happening. "You have plenty of cash to get you going. That stuff is
sentimental to me and it can't be replaced. Please just take my money and
leave."

Helen completely ignored her and seemed too interested in the jewelry to even
hear what Joyce had said. She let go of her hair but after seeing Helen beat
the shit out of her husband, she wasn't about to try to fight her. So she just
had to stand there as she watched Helen put on all of her jewelry. She put on
necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Joyce had tens of thousands of dollars' worth
of jewelry. Some was from Gary and some was from her parents. Some was even
passed down to her. It was irreplaceable and now this bitch was just going to
take it from her.

"Look at how fucking pretty I look" Helen said as she proudly looked at Joyce
while wearing all of her jewelry. "I don't even know if I have to sell any of
this shit on the streets. I look so fucking beautiful that some handsome man
will just see me and want to marry me, don't you think?"

Joyce said nothing and she was trying her best not to cry. She watched as
Helen continued to do what she wanted going through Joyce's stuff. As upset as
she was, Joyce then went to feeling embarrassed when she saw the next thing
that Helen pulled out of her drawer.

"What the fuck?" Helen laughed with surprise. "You gotta be fucking kidding
me."

Joyce felt her face getting beat red as she saw Helen holding her large dildo
in her hand. Joyce hadn't used the thing in fifteen years and she honestly
forgot that she had it. She looked at Helen holding it and waving it around a
little bit and she was surprised that she was still able to feel embarrassment
at that time.

"Feel free to take that" Joyce said to her trying to make a little bit of a
joke.

"I might take it" Helen said to her with a friendly smile back that Joyce
still didn't take as friendly. "But first I'm going to use it."

"Oh dear, please no" Joyce said with disgust. "Please go in the bathroom or
even lock me in the bathroom if you want. But for the love of God, please
don't use that in front of me."

"I'm not gonna use in front of you" Helen said and her smile got bigger. "I'm
going to use it ON you."

Downstairs Gary was on the ground desperately trying to free himself. He was
extremely upset that he couldn't help his wife and when it sounded like there
was a struggle upstairs and when he thought he heard Joyce try to scream it
really made him want to get free. But that bitch had tied him up good and
there was nothing he could do.

Joyce wasn't able to get much of a scream out before she felt Helen's strong
hand cupping her mouth and then all she could do was cry. She was much older
and smaller than this brat and she didn't stand a chance against her. Helen
was able to completely control her.

Helen roughly had a hold of Joyce's hair and she forced her face right into
the ground. She didn't have her hand over her mouth any longer but she was
forcing Joyce's nose to be squished onto the floor and it was so painful that
Joyce wasn't able to scream or make any noise.

Helen used her other arm to force Joyce's arm up behind her back which caused
her quite a bit of pain but also made it even harder for her to move or even
resistance. She then felt Helen pulling her skirt off behind. Feeling so
helpless as Helen did that to her felt worse than Joyce ever could have
imagined.

Helen was rough as she got Joyce's skirt completely off and then she ripped
Joyce's panties off as well. Joyce clenched her teeth down as she felt that
large dildo going right up her ass and the pain was immense. Helen pushed the
thing back and forth right inside of her and it was more pain than Joyce knew
how to deal with.

Gary continued to struggle trying to get free but he was completely tied up
and there was nothing he could do to free himself. He didn't know why but he
had a bad feeling that thing upstairs were going even worse than he expected.
He cried more over the fact that he wasn't able to protect his wife.

Joyce was also crying as Helen continued to fuck her in the ass with her
dildo. The pain didn't get any easier to deal with and Helen didn't get any
gentler as she continued to do it. She couldn't believe that this girl was in
her house and she was crying more over that than she was over the pain.

"Yeah bitch" Helen said to her which made things even worse. "Yeah I like
hearing you cry."

Joyce didn't know how this girl could be so cruel. She knew that she had
things tough but she couldn't imagine anyone on the earth doing to her what
she was doing. It was obvious how much she was torturing her but she showed no
remorse at all as she continued.

"Oh fuck we got some blood here" Helen said and then she finally pulled the
dildo out. "Guess that means we gotta stop."

It didn't surprise Joyce at all to hear that based on the amount of pain that
was still in her asshole after Helen pulled it out. She continued to lay on
the ground crying and Helen still did not show any sort of sympathy. Helen
stood up and she threw the dildo down so it landed right in front of Joyce's
face.

"Well it was really great to meet the both of you" Helen said with her
uneducated sounding voice. "But I've got what I need and I need to be on my
way."

Joyce didn't say a word and she didn't look at anything besides the ground.
She knew she wouldn't be able to deal with looking at that punk girl walking
out of there wearing all of her jewelry. Helen had already destroyed her cell
phone and there wasn't a landline phone in the house. By the time Joyce and
Gary got a chance to call the police, Helen would be long gone.

"Later old man" Helen said to Gary as she walked through the living room.

He looked up to see her wearing all of Joyce's jewelry and he felt like he was
going to pass out. Seeing her on her way out the door with thousands of
dollars of their jewelry on gave him a second wind and made him think that if
he tried hard enough he could free himself. But it didn't happen. She walked
out the door and he didn't do a thing about it.

Joyce walked downstairs into the living room to see her husband tied up on the
ground and crying. It had been a long time since she had last seen him cry and
she wasn't sure if she had ever seen him look so pathetic. He was an older man
but he was still a man and Joyce knew that not being able to protect his wife
had to be extremely damaging to his ego. She had just been raped but looking
down at her husband she imagined that he felt even worse than she did.

"Honey, I'm so sorry" he said to her and she saw tears going down his face as
he said it. "And I'm so sorry that she got away with all of your jewelry. I
know how much it all meant to you."

"It's OK" Joyce said to him. "It's just stuff."

"She didn't do anything to hurt you up there, did she?" Gary asked and he
looked like he would have been devastated if Helen had. "Did she do anything
besides steal all of your jewelry?"

"No" Joyce said to him. "Let me get you untied."

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