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The Girl In The Creek	By : Notpissant Category: 1 through F > Dawson's Creek Views: 2220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and Joey is 18 at the time of her attack

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- 1-The Girl In The Creek
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The girl in the creek

In the year 1998 Rick Daniels stepped off his boat and onto the wooden dock in Capeside Massachusetts. He was in the height of his serial killing career and in his early 40s. He had sailed from Stars Hollow, Connecticut where he just finished a contracting job, and a kill. He was, as always looking for his next victim.

Rick Daniels has been an active serial killer since 1985 when he took his first victim in Hawkins Indiana. He never stays in the same place for long. He prefers rural small towns by the water. His routine centered around his boat. He lived in, killed in it, and used it to spread his malice up and down the east coast for almost two decades.

Rick walked on the pier with the sun beaming in his face, lighting up his dark thick black beard and pale rough skin. It was a hot summer day in the rural Creekside town. He planted his black heavy work boots on the pier and used his hand to block the sun beaming in his eyes. He was overdressed in a heavy brown coat. He wore it in contrast to the attire of everyone else who was dressed in summer clothes. He blended in with the other sailors on the pier but was clearly a stranger to the small town. Capeside was a community where everyone knew each other but being on the water they had their fair share of strangers coming through town.

The docks were a major source of commerce for the town. This was why Bessie Potter opened the S.S. Icehouse on the pier. Bessie was the matriarch of the Potter home. It was a small family. Bessie was pregnant and living out of wedlock with her African American boyfriend. Capesides’ wealthier and more conservative residence saw this as shameful. To Bessie’s younger sister Joey, it was just more fuel for the snobby rich kids to mock her and her sister’s social standing. The real black eye to the family’s reputation was their father being sent away to jail for dealing drugs. With his absence and their mother’s death when Joey was only a child made Bessie her sister’s segregate mother. It also made them one of the poorer families in town.

With a baby on the way and having to support her 18-year-old teenage sister, Bessie took the restaurant she owned serious. This place was their livelihood. Bessie was proud to own it and was happy for any customer they had, even if they were rude or judgmental. She was happy to take their money anyway.

Joey Arrived at the restaurant at 4pm, shortly after school let out. With a perpetual frown on her face he tied her long dark hair into a bun and sighed before pulling the blue Icehouse uniform over her grey tank top. The uniform was a large size and hung baggy in her. Joey was tomboy and preferred baggy clothes or sweaters. Despite this the uniform was sleeveless and her bare arms were open and exposed. She wore white shorts that stopped just over the knee. Joey hid an amazing body that she was just not confident enough in to flaunt when she easily cold have. Joey Potter never really realized how naturally attractive she was. She wore no make up, her hair was usually in a bun, ponytail or just hung as it laid with no thought for looking pretty. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She was trying to avoid attention.

Joey resented having to work at her sister restaurant but understood Bessie needed her help. Family was a source of cheap labor and they needed every penny. Joey was the only person in her circle of friends that had to work everyday after school. Most of the regulars she served were kids from her high school who were hanging out, having fun. Most of those people had parents so rich they would never need to work in a place like this. She knew how they looked down on their own wait staff.

The rich kids in town really knew how to push Joey’s buttons, but there was a different type of customer Joey hated even more than her cruel peers. It was adult old perverted men that just seemed to get away with making girls like Joey uncomfortable.

Rick look down into the water while standing by his boat on the docks. The water was crystal clear, and the sun shined on the water making it sparkle. He saw his own face reflecting in the water.

Hearing his stomach growl, he looked up from the water to the pier ahead of him. He was the Icehouse from the distance and decided to make his way in. He needed a cup of coffee at the least, and restaurants were his favorite hunting grounds. So many people pass through, he liked to sit and watch. With luck he would find the girl he came for. She might even already be there, wouldn’t be the first time he killed a waitress.

The last table had a man sitting at it. It was obvious that he wanted from around her. They got a lot of drifters and people working on the water. So she wasn't surprised by his appearance. "Hello, can I refill your coffee?" She asked in a sweet voice, smiling at him innocently. He gestured toward the cup looking her up and down. It made her nervous, but she was the waitress and had to treat everyone politely, as best she could. Joey’s sister Bessie recently had to talk to Joey about being rude to customers. Joey had attitude problems but was never unprovoked. A few nights ago, Joey had poured water on a customer and Bessie scolded her little sister for the outburst.

Capeside was a town Joey could not wait to leave. That was why she took school more seriously than all her friends. If she did not get a scholarship and go to college, she knew she would die in this small town.

Rick was also thinking Joey might die in this town, he was thinking someone more immediate than old age though. As she poured his coffee his eyes never looked away from her. Even as her eyes remained on the coffee pot and his cup or anything other than him, she felt his eyes on him without having to look.

From his chair at the booth in the back of the restaurant he looked up sweet youthful angelic face before him. Her hazel eyes were committed to avoiding his dark intimidating stare. As the cup filled, he sized up this potential prey. She looked to be a teenager, late high school, college, it did not matter. Rick could not make out what her body looked like through her baggy loose clothes, but he was still immersed in her facial features and eyes.

Joey was not trying to look attractive for him or anyone else. She had no make up on and just had her hair in a bun. Her baggy loose clothing hid her figure. There were so many more conventionally attractive young women in town. Rick already saw was prissy looking well dressed blonde on the pier, but there was something captivating about the waitress. With her hair pulled back into a bun helped express her flawless facial features.

Rick liked her dark hair, that was what made Joey a target in the first place. Rick was looking for a dark-haired victim. As she poured the coffee Joey Potter was being surveyed and she felt it.

By this time, she had finished pouring the coffee and Rick remained staring up into her eyes. Joey stood there in awkward silence for a moment. She still did not meet his eyes with his. She was holding back some kind of rage behind her pretty face. he saw a secret sadness in her eyes, he did not know what it was. He narrowed hazel eyes and her pouty pink lips created a perfect resting bitch face that wanted to call this guy a creep but could not.

She gave him a half smiled to break the uncomfortable silence and finally locked eyes with Rick and her smile immediately disappeared. Joey saw something in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. She did not know what it was, but she felt someone walked over her grave. The eyes are the windows to the soul and behind Rick’s eyes were the lost souls of his victims.

Joey could not tell what was making her so afraid but something about this man put her on edge. She just wanted out of this situation now and mustered up her voice to take his order. Her throat was feeling so dry she did not know if the words were going to come out until they did.

“Um can I get you anything?” she said forcing a half smile and laugh behind her words. Joey had a way of forming words with her mouth and talking with her wide eyes that captivated the serial killer in front of her. He just thought she was so cute. A long pause before answering. His eyes never left hers, he barely blinked. He was sure who his victim was going to be now.

“Not Yet” Rick coldly said to answer her question. This was followed by another long pause that Joey felt trapped in.

“OK…” Joey said after what felt like too long of a time. “I guess let me know if you need anything.” Joey put her hand on the handle of the coffee pitcher on the table and Rick’s hand grasped her hand over the same handle. He just wanted to make skin contact. His eyes neve looked away form hers.

“Leave the pot” was all he said.

Joey left it with him and moved on to another table. She took a deep breath and a long exhale the moment she turned her back to him and left that situation.

She was used to sexual harassment being a waitress and she hated it. She always felt she was being studied more than the menus. It came with the job and the social class she was in. Perverts always felt they could get away with harassing a poor girl.

Being poor also made Joey a good target for Rick Daniels. He did not want some New England yacht family hunting him down for taking their daughter. He thought this over noticing the class separation in Capeside.

As Joey moved from table to table taking orders Rick sat in his booth watching her. Pouring himself another cup of coffee he prepared to stay thee all day watching her. As Joey worked her day Rick was always in the corner of her eye and back of her mind. He never ordered food, only coffee. He watched Joey work her shift for about four hours before he felt he was time to go. He wanted to come back around closing time to scope out the place and see how vulnerable Joey at that hour.

Joey did not notice him leaving. She never wanted to look directly in his direction but kept an eye on him. Suddenly, his booth was empty, and cash was left on the table. He even tipped her 20%.

Attack starts

          It was 10:30pm and Joey was almost done closing the Icehouse. She was washing dishes in the back kitchen wondering what she was going to say to Dawson tonight. She planned to row over to him after work, climb up the ladder into his bedroom and then, well that’s what she wasn’t sure of. Joey loved Dawson and now they were together, but they had not slept together yet. Joey was a virgin, so was Dawson. Hormones were on the rise and their long make out sessions were starting to lead to other things. She always stopped it from getting too far. Dawson was patient with her, he was waiting for her to be ready. Her hormonal instincts were keeping her mind on the test she had to study for. The results would determine her future. She was never getting out of this town without a scholarship.

          Rick grabbed Joey from behind and immediately wrapped his hand around her mouth. The moment she felt his hand wrap around her waist and pinning her arms to her side her first instinct was to scream. Rick’s tight hand covered the lower half of Joey’s face tightly blocking her calls for help. He wrapped his arm around her waist and managed to pin one of her arms to her side, one arm was raised over her head and avoided being captured.

          Joey tried to break away from Rick in a futile struggle against his weight. As much as she squired, she barely moved from his grasp. Everything was moving fast for Joey as the surprise attack caught her off guard. Instead of worrying about tests and boyfriends she was now fighting for her life. Her heart was suddenly beating rapidly as she failed to budge from the man holding her. Joey used her free hand to take the frying pan from the sink and used it to hit Rick over the head.

          It hurt Rick enough for Joey to break free but before she could dash to the exit Rick recovered and grabbed the back of Joey’s bun. She was not able to outrun the length of his arm before he had ensnared her again. He pulled her back by her hair and back into his arms again holding her from behind. Joey struggled wildly as Rick successfully pinned both her arms to her side with one hand. Joey was able to let out half a scream and then Ricks dirty firm hand was back smothering her cries for help.

          “Listen Bitch” Rick spoke into her ear tightening his hand over her mouth and rearming his grip around her arms. His voice was cold and menacing.

What scared Joey the most was that it sounded calm. The voice sounded in control, and as she tried and failed to slip her arms free, she felt controlled. She did not see his face at all and knew him only by cold calm voice and his strong grip. Joey had no idea if he were there to rob the place or do something specifically to her.

Joey mauled into her assailants’ hand as he spoke into her ear. “You’re gonna pay for that baby” he said referring to her attack with the frying pan. “Getting off to a real bad start to our date Joey” he said with his tongue nearly touching her earlobe. Before he moved his head away her kissed the side of Joey’s head.

The hand over her mouth kept her from asking a multitude of questions. Joey’s eyes shot wide open in terror when he said date. Before she could even ponder the meaning, he said her name, this renewed her muffled sheiks. It was the kiss he so easily planted on her against Joey’s will that brought the first tear in Joey’s eyes.

Rick was fast, he only moved his hand from her mouth for a second as he moved a chloroformed soaked rag to replace it. Joey took advantage of that fraction of time to call out “HEL- “the rag was over her mouth before she could even finish that one word.

Joey had no time to react, her ordeal was spinning out of her control to fast for her mind to catch up. How does he know my name, who is he, what is going to do to me? Joey wondered her fate as she smelled the chemical on the rag touching her lips. She knew enough that he was drugging her, and she was helpless to stop him. The more she fought the more tired she became. At first her legs were kicking in the air and not before long they were limp and barely able to hold her up.

She put up a wild struggle to free her arms as the chemical blurred her vision. Her struggle died down as she became drifting in and out of consciousness. She was struggling against time, the time it took for her body to succumb to the chemicals. Before her body failed her, Joey struggled with all her might. She knew once she was out, she was his.

Rick struggled to keep his footing as the terrified teen fought for her freedom. He has done this before and was steady and calm. He just had to hold on tight. It was like a bull ride to him. He loved subduing his girls like this. he held tight and he waited, and his efforts were soon rewarded as the wailing waitress’s fight died down and his newest victim drifted off to sleep.

Rick felt like a mighty hunter after taking down his prey and raised his trophy over his shoulder. Joey’s hair had come undone during the struggle and it fell around her face, swaying in the air as Rick carried Josephine Potter out of her sister restaurant and down the docks to his boat. The whole ordeal took only a few minutes. It was a routine capture, aside from the bump on his head. He was already planning on making her pay for that one.

Joey woke up some time later. She had no idea where she was and her memory of what just happened was as foggy as her vision as she slowly came to. With her vision foggy Joey tried to raise her hands to rub her eyes. That was when she felt the binds on her wrists. Joey had no idea where she was but felt she was on a mattress and knew she was not in her own home. Her wrists here zip tied behind her back. She was still dressed as she was when she was attacked except her shoes and socks were gone. Another black zip tie bound her ankles together, wrapped over her jeans. As she found herself waking up on a strange bed tightly bound hand and foot Joey quickly snapped back into consciousness in a frantic fright. Her attack wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t over. She woke up in the same terror she had when she was forcefully put to sleep. Feeling the zip ties keeping her hands behind her back made Joey want to scream at the top of her longs.

She was still so groggy she did not notice the layers of silver duct tape wrapped around her mouth several times. The tape kept her terrified screams to herself. Her fear grow into anger and she screamed harder into the wall of tape that kept her terror a secret from all but her attacker.

Her muffled cries grew louder as her vision returned and revealed where he had taken her. Joey laid on a pure white queens sized mattress. She was in a room and from what she could discern she was alone in it. The walls and floor were made of polished wood. Next to the bed was a desk with a lamp on it, providing dim lighting. The room was clean, the glossy polish on the wood seamed new and still shined. Joey wondered if this was some hotel room.

As Joey took in the unfamiliar sights tears started to fall from her eyes and she continued to send muffled screams into her tape gag. Her heart beat intensified with her heavy breathing. She had no idea where she was and that scared her. She had no idea how long she was out and how far he took her. The chloroform was still waring off and Joey was struggling to move on the bed, this kept her from realizing the room was moving. She thought it was just her head spinning, but as she finally managed to sit herself up on the bed she started to see the room swaying up and down. The movement almost made Joey nauseous and she planted her bound bare feet on the wooden floor. She tried to stand up straight and found that hard to do with her ankles bound together. She never thought of how important that was to her balance. With her feet on the floor she could clearly tell the room moved. Joey had an idea of where she might be and if she was right, she was as good as dead. She had to get out of this room see for herself.

As Joey tried to hop towards the door at the end of the room she wondered why she was barefoot. The soles of her feet touched the cold wooden floor and it made Joey somehow feel even more vulnerable than she already was. She has to hop carefully, joey took her time between leaps forward. After each hope she had to steady her bound legs to regain balance and keep from falling over.

What concerned Joey more than the cold floor was how her shoes and socks were removed. It sent a shiver down her spine as she came to terms with that truth. She knew at some point while she was sleeping this deranged man had her at his mercy, and during that time he freely removed her shoes and socks while she laid motionless and unaware and unable to resist it. She took a deep breath wondering what else he might had done to her while she was out, knowing she was vulnerable to anything he wanted. She started to feel fortunate she woke up with clothes at all.

Joey hopped another step, this time almost falling over. The questions racing in her head were giving her anxiety and her balance was suffering. She steadied herself by crouching instead of falling over and when she was ready she extended her legs again. Even though she stopped screaming into her gag she was screaming in her mind. Right now she just wanted to be quiet. She did not want to find the man who did this to her. She just wanted to get out of here.

It only took 3 hops from the bed to the door. It was open and led to a small staircase, just 3 steps that lead outside. She could see the night sky above her head. The cool air kissed the bound teenagers shoulders as she past the threshold from the bedroom to the outside staircase. Slowly she hopped up the stairs and found herself, much to her horror on the deck of a boat. This was what she was afraid of. She was afraid it was the creepy drifter from the restaurant and this confirmed it. As she began hopping to the railing at the end of the deck she was another heart crushing sight.

Joey saw the pier of Capeside miles away in the distance. It was bad enough she was on his boat, bound and gagged, but she was at sea. She was in the middle of the creek. The lights from the pier shined as bright and as far away as the stars in the sky, equally out of reach to the captive girl. Across the sea the town she grew up in carried on a normal weekday night, unaware of her troubles. Somewhere out there Dawson was waiting for her, at some point her sister will be wondering where she is, but might simply assume she slept over at Dawson’s Joey wondered if she would ever see their faces again. As the pier on the horizon grew more distant so did any chance of someone finding her tonight.

Joey let out another muffled scream towards her home town. Joey felt trapped and isolated from the world. The thought of jumping off deck and swimming was out of the question even if she wasn’t bound, they were to far out at sea for that. Her tears never had the chance to dry since she woke up. She screamed into her gag with frustration, as useless as it would be, it would feel cathartic to express her fear and anger by screaming at the top of her lungs. Her voice was trapped behind the layers if adhesive tape and the rest of her body was trapped on this madman’s boat.

Joey was not alone on the deck and Rick made his presence known in more cheerful manner than he had shown before. “You’re up early bitch” he said with a huge smile in his face. He was more relaxed than he was in the restaurant. He already had the girl, he won. It was play time for him. The thrill of the hunt was over, the rewards of conquest were started. On his boat Rick had in a foldable beach chair. He said in the dark with the full moon shining down on him. He had an icepack rested just above his eye where Joey had hit him earlier. By his feet was half a six pack and the other half were rolling empty cans on the deck.

Joey was startled when she heard Rick laugh. She had been terrified this whole time, but the sudden appearance of her kidnapper gave Joey a jump scare that somehow added her to her fear. It caused her to jump as her heart skipped another beat. Joey gasped, though it would have been hard to tell through her gag, but her eyes expressed her sudden shock better than most. Joey had extremely expressive eyes and even if she was trying to put on a strong front, Rick saw into her very soul when piercing into them, he saw a scared little girl through those eyes, and his dick got hard. His smile grew. He had all night.

Rick slightly stood up from his chair, his hard cock pointing through his pants. Joey could see, it was pointing at her. She never doubted she was here to be raped. She felt a cold shill overcome her as she thought about she just didn’t know if he was going kill her too.

She took a step backwards with each he took towards her. He was patient and moved slow. She wasn’t going anywhere. Joey took another step and felt the railing on her back, she ran out of room. She turned her head to look down into the water, she contemplated just jumping in but knew that would be the end of her. All she could do was scream and cry muffled pathetic sounds as Rick closed the gap.

When he was only an arm’s length away he reached out with his hand. With his open extended palm he felt the side of Joey’s cheek. She never wanted this man this close to her, Joey thought. It aggravated her so much to know he could touch her like or anywhere and she had no power to stop it. She feared what was coming next.

Joey felt a unique mix of fear and anger as Rick touched her face. Scared to death of what he might do to her, Joey was furious at what was being done to her. She did not know how to react. While her emotions were complex it did not show on the surface. She stared daggers at him through wet tear soaked eyes.

When he touched her face she wanted to slap his hand away, the urge came instinctively, she nearly forgot her hands were bound behind her back. She tugged on her bonds as the need to slap his hand away persisted.

With Rick moving in closer to the cornered girl he was near leaning on her with her back to the boats railing. Her limbs were useless, but Rick’s free hands began to wonder Joey’s body as he invaded her personal space. Both of his hands found their respective ass cheek of Joey Potter and squeezed tightly. She moaned into her gag, her eyes widened, almost popping out of her head. Just like her instinctive need to slap his hand away, her legs wanted to knee him in the crotch. Joey’s bondage kept Rick’s private safe. She tugged on her ankle bonds trying to raise her leg, she couldn’t even do that.

Joey’s legs trembled as she was molested. Not even Dawson had touched her butt like this, No one has. She was never spanked as a child, hardly had any parents to do that to her. Joey was as untouched as a victim could be. Rick still didn’t understand just how pure she was. Joey was living through a nightmare, she closed her eyes as Rick caressed her ass cheeks.

While she has had tears in her eyes since she woke up in bondage, feeling his hands grope her, Joey was on the verge of hysterically crying. Rick moved his grabby hands from her butt and traveled up her hips and moved up her body until he had one hand at her throat as the other slapped her across the face. She forced her to open her eyes up again. As she opened she saw his face, there was no escape.

“Don’t fucking close your eyes, I took you because of your eyes. I wanna see them” Rick instructed her. He was choking Joey with on hand. He grip was strong enough to crush her neck if he wanted to and Joey felt it. She had never felt someone treat her so brutally, she had never experienced violence like this in her quiet Creekside town. After being slapped across the face and felt that real pain, she began to understand what she was going to endure tonight. There would be no mercy.

She couldn’t breathe. Rick put his other hand behind her head to steady it. He kept his hand on her throat as he spoke again, shouting into her face, unapologetic to the spit he slung from his mouth and on her face as he barked at the most terrified girl in Capeside.

“You gonna keep your eyes open bitch”

Joey quickly nodded her head up and down as she pleaded yes into her gag.

He slapped her again but much softer this time, it was a quick slap that Rick did as some kind of reward for answering him.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for me right Joey?” He tightened the grip on her neck to encourage a response from her. She quickly and rapidly nodded her head. He slapped her again just as before.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes open when I fuck you bitch?” he asked.

That question brought Joey from the verge of hysterical crying to outright balling in front of him. She almost choked on the sobs trapped behind her lips. It was really happening. He was going to rape her. Joey admitted this to herself in despair and Rick dragged her by her hair back into the boats lower decks.

Her worst nightmare was coming true, Joey was terrified to have consenting sex with Dawson, her boyfriend. Sex was something that intimidated Joey. While most of her peers her age were hooking up with each other Joey hoped to rise above the peer pressure and save herself, at least until she felt ready. Joey, like her soul mate Dawson were very sentimental about sex and losing their virginity. If it was up to Joey, she would save it for 5 seasons of a tv drama, but it wasn’t’ up to her.

Joey had to hop to keep up with Rick who was dragging her by her hair. He was moving too fast for Joey to keep her balance and in result she fell down on the wooden floor. Rick was cruel and when he felt he was dragging Joey who fell behind her, he stopped, turned around and kicked her in the gut. He did this two more times before raising her back to her feet by her hair.

Joey was defenseless as Rick kicked her repeatedly. She wanted to raise her arms to cover her chest. Bound as she was Joey was vulnerable to all Rick’s abuse. He hurried her back into the cabin and down the steps she struggled so hard to climb up. Before throwing Joey back into the bed, Rick spun her around and brushed the hair out of her face. He took in the beautiful sight that was the fear in her eyes.

Tossed back onto the bed Joey coward as far towards the edge as she could as Rick sat down on the bed next to her. She tried to scurry away but at Rick’s mercy. He grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her back towards him. He wrapped his hand around her waist and sat her up on his lap with him sitting behind her.

Joey was shivering in complete fear. Goosebumps formed on her bare arms and she wept silently. Rick started rubbing her arms gently in mocking comfort. Joey looked forward, wanting to close her eyes tight but afraid to. Rick took a small knight from his pocket. He first used it to cut the shoulder strap to her blue uniform the gray tank top under it. Joey’s breathing got heavy as she anticipated what this was leading to. Her heart sunk to her stomach as he did the same to the other shoulder and her two tops fell away. She still wore a bra under. This was the most naked Joey has ever been with another person. She wanted it to stop here and dreaded knowing she could not stop it from going further. She swallowed her sobs as they bounced off her tape gag.

“Let’s see what you been hiding away here” Rick said, eager to see his victims body.

Rick made short work of her bra and the knife brought Joey’s bare chest into view. Her heart was pounding, she wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack as the stress build up. Her binds were unbreakable and his grip inescapable, little by little he was stripping her and she knew what this was all leading to, her first sexual experience was going to be violent, scary and soon.

“Look at these beauties” Rick said putting his hands on her breasts. “You know if you let these girls out more your tips would been much higher” Rick joked to the girl in absolute agony. Each of his thumps found their respective nipple and started to rub in a circular motion. Joey couldn’t help but close her eyes as the only way to hide from the embarrassment and shame.

Joey was sexually inexperienced, but above that she was sexually ignorant. There was a lot about her body she did not know. While she was one of the smartest girls in town her knowledge of many things came from book and not firsthand experiences. She never had a movie to explain these things and conversation with Bessie about her own body were too uncomfortable to do. This is why Joey was immediately confused as to why she was getting aroused. She did not completely understand this was out of her hands and a natural reaction to any stimulus on her nipples. A part of her knew he was doing this to her, but she was so confused. She was not expecting to like it so much.

She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She wondered if she was showing some kind of consent by getting off on this but reminded herself she was bound and gagged, she was kidnapped and this was rape. She just wanted to scream. She was becoming so frustrate that at the time in her life when screaming was the natural reaction she was kept gagged. She wished it was Dawson’s gentle hands caressing her body for the first time and not the creepiest customer at the restaurant.

“Let’s change things up baby” Rick said as he took his hands away from Joey’s nipples. Another confusing emotion invaded Joey’s mind as he moved his hands, she almost wanted them to stay. Once it was gone she almost missed the stimulus on her nipples, key word was almost. She still despised his touch and feared him.

“You want this off baby?” Rick said sliding the knife in between the duct tape and her face. “You want this off? He asked.

Joey frantically nodded her head yes up and down, there were few things she wanted more. With his knife so close to her face, Joey did not dare move her head to nod in agreement. She muffled a yes through the tape but Rick was not waiting for an answer. He cut the tape with the knife and Joey sat eyes forward unblinking as he removed the silver strip from her face. When he removed the tape from her lip he reached into her mouth to remove her two pairs of socks that were stuffed in there before the layers of tape covered them.

It hurt her skin slightly as the tape peeled away from her cheek and lips. The pain was nothing compared to the relive having that gag off. Joey opened her mouth to stretch her jaw.

Joey was still shaking in fear. Her first instinct when the tape was finally removed was to scream or to ask him why he was doing this to her, that’s all she had thought about and had been wanting to do since she woke up gagged, but now that it was off she was too scared to say anything.

Rick was not going to give her a chance to say anything though. Sensing her mouth was about to make a stupid question or annoying scream Rick’s knife slide between Joey’s lips as her mouth started to form a word.

“Shut up” he said coldly. “Nothing, not one word.” With the knife resting between her lips Joey was afraid to make any movements or sounds. Once swift move of his arm would leave her hideously scarred for life if not killed.

“I did not take that tape off to have a conversation, you know that baby. I did it so you can suck some dick”

Joey cried to herself while being careful not to accidently cut her mouth open on his knife. She felt so ashamed embarrassed and scared of what was next. She just wished her first sexual experience could be done on her terms and not at knife point. Things were moving faster than she could ever had handed.

Rick knew the knife made his message clear, do as I say or else. He moved the knife from her mouth and laid in down on the nightstand by the bed.

Pulling Joey by her hair Rick brough her to her knees in front of him. He took off his belt and wrapped it around Joey’s neck and tugged on it to press her up against his leg. She felt his erect boner against her face through his pants.
Rick unzipped his pants and dropped his jeans to his ankles. His dick was already hard, and it was pointing right at her. Joey did not have a moment to think before she felt the pull on her neck from the belt and her face was forced straight into. His mouth was wide open gasping for breath when his dick effortlessly slid right in.
Joey strained on her bonds as she fought for a way out. She had no control and could not break away. His dick was locked in her mouth and there was nothing she could do. She tried keeping her mouth open as wide as she could to touch and lessen the taste of it. Joey found the taste disgusting. It was sweaty, smelly, and dirty. Joey had never seen a real-life dick in person before. This was the first dick she saw and the first dick in her mouth and as her face fucked her with the leash Joey knew he would be the first person she had sex with.

Her head bobbed back and forth as Rick controlled his captive cock sucker. Rick was not impressed by the blowjob. Her lips barely touched his cock. He was not expecting an expert and was gladly taking control of her head motions. He was doing this to her, not with her. Joey might as well have been a lifeless doll, her participation was not needed, only her warm wide-open mouth.

Joey tried to leave the situation by escaping into her mind. She was in a state of shock and disbelief. She let him use her body violently and put up little fight, what was happening was inevitable, she just wanted it to be over.

She thought to herself, how many other girls her age, in her classes have done this. If it were up to Joey, she probably would never given anyone a blow job. She thought it was gross and demeaning. She could not help feeling sentimental, it was killing her that her first experience was with this man and not someone she knew, trusted, and loved. Dawson would be gentle; she might have considered opening her mouth to him. As Rick face fucked Joey all she could dwell on is how much she wanted to be with Dawson. She was going to be raped, maybe killed and she did not want to wait for her life to be over.

Joey’s forced blow job was not without pleasure for Rick, but it was taking him a long time to cum. Joey was not even sure how long it usually took a man to cum. Frustrated, Rick pulled his dick from her mouth and slapped her across the face. Joey cried lowering her head, but Rick pulled on the leash to raise her head.

“Look at me!” he shouted, making Joey shake on her knees. “Don’t fucking look away you dumb bitch.” Shivering on her knees with pre cum dripping from her bottom lip Joey locked eyes on Rick. Despite the disgrace on her face she gave a defiant stare back at him. She was helpless but she was so angry, she was scared and so insulted, but there was nothing she could do about any of that.

“You fucking suck at sucking dick bitch” he scolded. “I picked a real dumb bitch, didn’t I?” Joey stared straight not responding. Rick reached for the knife on the table and brought it under Joey’s neck. “The fuck am I gonna do with a whore that can’t suck dick huh?” he shouted pressing the knife to her throat. “What THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Joey looked up at him frozen in fear, afraid that any action with swifter her demise. She felt at any moment she could die.

“Do I need to gut you and throw you over the boat? Find myself a girl who can work a cock?” He threatened. With his other hand he pulled on the belt bringing Joey’s face closer to his dick. “Get back on that bitch” he kept the knife to her throat. “Work this dick like your life depends on it.”

Dying would almost be preferable to Joey than to have to participate in her sexual assault. Rick did not give Joey the time to contemplate that as he pulled Joeys face back towards his cock, her mouth opened to receive it and once again her attacker’s penis was jammed inside her mouth, but this time he did not force her head back and forth. He kept the knife close to her neck and held her hair in his other hand. For a short moment the two of them still with Joey on her knees looking up at Rick with a dick stuffed in her mouth.

“Start sucking slut” his cold voice matched the cold blade to Joey’s throat. She knew what to do. She did not know how to though. Joey had no experience, and he was not the best teacher. Was all sex this violent? She wondered. She began bobbing her head back and forth. Her only guide to how to do this was the way he was forcing her head before.

Through grunting and choking Joey fought past her humiliation and kept her young mouth locked on her abuser’s stiff erection. She had her lips latch on to the skin and she steadily bobbed her head slowly keeping his cock in her mouth as her head retracted. Tears were drying on her face as she focused so much mental energy into this degrading task. Her open mouth was just a hole to stick things it and the thought almost killed the young virgin, but she knew if she did not comply the man would kill her.

Rick’s eyes rolled upwards, and his head tilted back. “that’s it bitch, you know what to do.” He put his hands behind his head and let the young women do her work. Fear is the best teacher, Rick thought. “I love training dumb sluts like you.” Rick said. “Come on, faster honey” he said. His hands almost reaching for her hair to control her head but held back as Joey quickened her pace at his command. “Good girl, come on, keep it up, yes, good. Rick said as he started to reach climax.

Joey had no thoughts in her mind beyond her task. The quicker she could make him cum the sooner his dick will be out of her mouth. She just wanted it this to be over. As the warm cum transferred from Rick’s cock to Joey’s mouth she immediately tried to pull her head away. She was completely surprised by the taste and texture. she tried to recoil away but Rick put his hand behind her head to keep her mouth locked on it. Her mouth filled with cum and Joey’s mouth opened as wide as it could around Rick’s dick. Some cum started dripping out of her mouth as she tried to scream.

Rick pumped cum into Joey’s mouth as his erection died down inside the young women’s mouth. When he finished unloading into the teenage waitress’s mouth, he pulled his dick out and rested his back up against the wall. He was breathing fast with a big smile on his face. In front of him Joey sat on her knees on the floor sobbing. Her face was covered in cum, like a baby that only got half of its food in her mouth. She swallowed whatever she did not spit out.

Rick gave Joey little time before composing himself and saying, “let’s change things up a little” he walked over to her and wiped the cum off her face with a dry rag.

“If I have you all night baby then I am going to want to use some better restraints. “Let’s get your pretty ass hogtied, ok bitch” he said casually.

Joey continued to cry as confusion rang in her head. She had no idea what a hogtie even was. As she wondered what would happen next, she felt her body move in Rick’s hands and she was laid face down on the bed. She heard something snap and at last she felt the plastic zip ties fall away from her wrists; she was not able to indulge in that fleeting freedom though. With one hand Rick had grabbed both of Joey’s wrists and held them together behind her back. His one hand was just as inescapable as the zip ties.

Rick revealed a coil of black nylon rope and began to tie her wrists behind her back with it. As Joey traded one type of restraint for another, she wondered if she would ever experience freedom again.

Through all the pain and terror she was experiencing she noticed the ropes were not as painful as the zip ties, but nothing less than full mobility was going to make Joey feel any better. The ropes felt good on her skin and not done so tight that it cut circulation. She almost felt comfortable for a moment, but her bondage was only beginning.

She felt her elbows being pulled together and touched before feeling more of the nylon rope wrap around her elbows. This new tie constricted Joey more than she had been all night and it kept getting worse. After Rick finished tying her elbows together, he brought another strain of rope around her chest and around her arms. He did this until he tied a chest harness around her exposed breasts that kept her arms behind her back and locked her arms into a single bound unit. Joey buried her face in the mattress unable to stop this madman from introducing the terrified to teen to shibari bondage.

She felt her pants behind pulled down, Joey only closed her eyes and pushed her face into the mattress. She did not try and fight back, knew it would only get her in more trouble and bring the knife back to her face. Her best chance now was to do what he said, that was hard to do as he tied her up tighter than he had before, but she feared it would be near impossible to do what she was told if it came to more sexual assault.

When her pants were off Rick tied rope around her ankles, and just below and above her knees. She had nowhere to run anyway but now her legs were sensually bound. He did not kick and struggle much, the right had left Joey, she wiggled slightly to test her new confinements. Joey managed quiet whimpers as she was dressed up in rope.
Her legs were tied together tight, but it was not by chance that there was room enough to violate her exposed cunt. She felt his fingers enter her. She couldn’t turn her head to see anything, but she knew two fingers just entered her. His hands were cold, but her pussy soon armed them up. They weren’t nearly as cold the second time they slipped in.

Joey remained quiet, but in her head, she was screaming oh my god oh my god, this is it. She knew it was coming since the moment his hand wrapped around her mouth at the Ice House. As his fingers moved in and out of her Joey Potter, the girl from the wrong side of the creek knew she was about to be raped, about to lose her virginity and likely was going to die. She just hoped it would be quick, both her rape, and whatever else followed.

He was warming her up and getting her wet. He was already hard and ready to enter her despite just Cumming in the girl’s mouth earlier. Joey lay facedown on the bed, her head buried in the mattress, her eyes tightly shut. She was not gagged and did not have a knife or a dick in her mouth, despite this freedom Joey was too scared to say anything, to speak.

Joey was tight. She could count the times eh had fingered herself on one hand and that was the extent of her sexual experience. Joey’s cunt saw little attention, little in sensation and in sanitation. Her bush was unshaved, unkept really. This was not a pussy prepared for the evening. This did little to discourage the dirty deranged drifter on the docks. He smelled better cunts before, but he did just grab her after work, not like she was prepared for their “date”

While Joey waited for her life to just end, her sexual violation raged on. Her eyes closed and lost in her mind Joey admitted to herself that this felt amazing. She just wished it was with Dawson and that she wasn’t tied up. The sensation she felt from Rick’s fingers was like nothing she had felt in her entire life. She wondered why she was keeping this from herself and at the same time yelled at herself for enjoying it.

She knew her life was over, at best he raped her and lets her live, she gets pregnant and becomes her sister, at worse, she is disposed of whenever Rick is finished with her. she hated herself for enjoying this, but she had little control over her body at this point. Joey was inexperienced but smart enough to know it was not her fault she was enjoying this, anyone touching her down there, like that were going to get her off, whether she liked it or not. With this knowledge and the fear of her impending death, Joey let herself enjoy it. She wondered if this was the reason that she was left ungagged, because as the sensation grew, she became much more vocal, and she couldn’t help it.

Her mouth was free to yell and scream but it moaned and sighed. Joey the outspoken foul mouth opinionated brat was howling in ecstasy across the cold dark creek, her voice and her shame drowned out on the water. Alone with her sensations and her dread she voiced it all out into the air. She was already about to cum but he slipped his fingers out and smacked her hard on her ass.

Joey was conflicted, she wanted this humiliating rape to end but, in the moment, she wanted to finish, she wanted to cum. The forced blowjob was just torture for her, this on the other hand, this felt good.

Joey wanted him to put it back in but still had too much dignity, even after all this. Rick was a cruel man and leaving his virgin victim wanting was part of his sadistic plan. Just when Joey was about to cum form his fingers, he stole that orgasm away just to toy with her his already defeated captive.

He could leave her like this, he thought. He could end her life with another coil of rope around her neck and choke the bitch out, let the rude teenage bitch die never knowing the bliss of her own orgasm, send her to hell without ever living long enough to edge on heavens door. He could do that, but his lust was stronger than his cruelty, and he climbed on top of his tied-up whore. He entered her before she had a chance to consider begging for his cock.

She did not take long to finish, unfortunately Rick had just cummed in her mouth and was not even close to finishing. This last another forty minutes and for Joey it was all rough pain. Her moments of orgasm moments before now overshowed by the horror of rape. In her position she had no way to communicate with her “lover” and having no control over her first experience frightened her.

When he finished pumping cum into Joey’s newly breached cunt Joey cried to herself. These were loud open-mouthed sobs. Her eyes welled up with water and her dry throat painfully belted out hysterical self-pitting sobs. She was not meekly crying to herself but opening crying to the world for all the misery she endured up to this point. With her virginity stolen and her future looking grime, she fell into despair at how cruel life was.

She was crying like a baby that had something stolen and she wanted it back. She will never have her virginity again and this thought dwelled in her. She was saving that. That was her hers to give away. Even if she did manage to escape this man, she will never have another first time, she will never get to “give” her virginity to anyone, it belonged to him now. There was only one more thing Rick could take from Joey, and that was her life.

While almost hyperventilating and crying Joey felt a rubber ball move past her lips and into her mouth. She bit down on the red rubber as it was tightly buckled behind her head. The ball made her jaw ack, it made it impossible to rest her jaw and close her mouth now. The sensation of the ball gag being forcefully lodged in her mouth broke Joey out of her mental despair and back to focus on her physical worries again. This caused her to struggle in her hogtie again even after she had given up the first time. The feeling of the ball gag made her feel more trapped and naturally she pulled on all her ropes. Rick placed his open palm down on her exposed butt cheek and squeezed while telling her to be quiet.

“This has been a lot of fun” he said to Joey. “You have been a lot of fun” he said again moving to looking into her eyes this time. She screamed something into her ball gag and created a large drool bubble that popped on her nose. When her display of anger only leads to more humiliation Joey quieted down but her breathing was picking up pace.
“I mean it” Rick said, talking to his date. “I mean it, I had a good time, and I know you did too”
“Muck Mou!” Joey yelled into her gag.
“Thanks for saving yourself for me bitch” Rick said, smiling and mocking her sacred virginity. He laughed to himself while he put his jeans back on.
Joey screamed every curse she knew at him but muffled behind the ball. Rick did not understand her words but understood her sentiment. As he got dressed, he kept his teenage victim naked except for her ropes, packaged in her hogtie the naked no longer virgin Joey Potter shivered as she wondered what was next.

After Rick put his shirt on, he brushed the hair out of Joey’s face and raised her head to look up at him. “As I was saying, I had a great time but It’s time to let you go. I got places to be” Rick said looking down on Joey and playing with her hair with his fingers.

A surge of hope possessed Joey. Did he really just say that she thought. her had eyes shot open and for the first time filled with hope that she might go home after all of this. She reserved her cheers; however, her whole life has been disappointment and she rightly always expected the worse. She did not trust this ordeal to end until it did.

Rick picked up the hogtied girl with both hands, holding her like a sack of flour. He strained slightly at having to carry her full weight like this, but he was able to move with her in his arms. Joey freaked out. Being lifted off the ground while still being hogtied made her feel extremely helpless. She could be dropped on the floor and be unable to protect herself. She could be seriously injured if he dropped her, on purpose or by mistake, she hated it. Screaming into her gag Joey was carried out of the bedroom and out onto the deck of the boat.

It was still so quiet at night. Joey’s screams broke the silence. She was begging to be let go, saying put me down in her gagged mumbles. Rick felt her body shaking in his arms. Her frantic struggle almost making him lose grip. She was becoming hard to hold and Rick set her down on the bow of the boat.

Annoyed by her screaming Rick backhands Joey across the face. He pulled her head up by her hair and looked into her brown eyes. He took in the sight of this gorgeous natural beauty, seemingly for the last time. “Almost gonna miss you” he kissed Joey right on the ball in her mouth, and that was the closest he got to a goodbye kiss. “Sorry I couldn’t let you out closer to the docks, you’ll just have to swim, bitch”
Joey franticly shook her head as if to say no. she knew what he had in mind. She looked over the bow and at the water below and back at Rick, pleading with her eyes Joey begged for her life. She would even accept a less terrible death, the thought of drawing in the dark in these ropes nearly killed her right there. She worked as hard as she could on her knots. She was rocking her body back and forth so much in her struggle she almost fell overboard on her own.

He picked her again just like before. He readied himself for all her kicking and fidgeting to come. He needed to hold her only a little while longer as he walked closer to the side edge of the boat.

“You were a great lay kid, but now, get off by boat, you dumb bitch” Rick said his heartfelt goodbyes to the girl he dragged out of her sister restaurant against her will tonight. Holding her body over the water and simply let go.

Buck naked and hogtied in rope the ball gagged damsel fell through the air and flashed into the pitch-black water. she heard Rick laughing as she fell from the boat and she heard herself crash into the water, once submerged her hearing was as muffled as her mouth. she couldn’t hear, couldn’t see and couldn’t speak, most of all she could not move. Joey’s Hogtied form was not very buoyant, with no control over her arms or legs she was sinking like a brick.

She tugged on her bounds as much as she could. She pulled on her wrists and tried to stretch her arm, trying to loosen the robe connecting her arms and wrists. As she sank deeper, she fought harder, but instead of trying to carefully undo the knots she was frantically trying to break free of the ropes on her might alone.

She sank further into the abyss that was the creek she crossed everyday in her little rowboat to see Dawson; someone she will never see again. Joey was holding her breath and holding back her tears. Because of the ball gag she could not keep her mouth closed. The ball kept some of the water out of her mouth, but it was not airtight, another thing she could not control.

As water filled her lungs, Joey managed more frantic futile struggles. She fought for as long as she could. She looked up wishing she could see the sky one last time, it was too dark and the water too murky. She saw Ricks boat start to move away and Joey was alone.

Just before everything went black Joey saw a light emerged from the darkness of the water. A glowing white light approached her. It was in the form of a women in a white gown beaming with light. Joey was at last reunited with her mother. As she lost consciousness, she convulsed in a spasm that was restricted by her bondage.

As the night went on the body of Joey Potter, the girl next door floated through the creek, lifeless, naked, and wrapped in rope.

It was a lone jogger that discovered her body. While running alongside the creek in the early morning the sun began to rise, and a beam of light revealed her soggy stiff body. It was as if God wanted her to be found. The water current washed Joey’s body to the shore overnight. Her cold wet and now stiffened corpses ended up in a patch of grass in swampy area of the creek. Her head was visible from the running path the jogger was on.

With the sun’s bright rays of light shining down on this dark gray corpse in the murky water, the jogger rushed to the scene. He was horrified to discover the body of a teenage girl who was likely murdered.

Joey’s dead body was a grayish pink in color. The purple came from her blood pooling underneath her cold gray skin. Her dark hair was soaking wet and clung around her head and covering her face. The body was still naked and still hogtied in rope. The ball gag also still strapped around her mouth.

The jogger moved the hair away from her face to reveal the frantic look of terror and desperation that died on her face. He did not recognize her, not everyone in town knew about the poor but beautiful girl that had such a bright future ahead of herself who died here today.

The police on the scene knew whose body this was. Sheriff Witter knew this to be Joey Potter, a friend of his son Paceys. He was not easy for to break the news to her teenage friends. They were all hurt by the news.

The town held a vigil for Joey on a yearly basis. The least they could do since they never caught her killer. The police expected a drifter like Rick, but he weas long gone and not coming back, the trail ran cold. A trail as cold the decaying body of Joey Potter. Joey’s body was laid to rest next to her mothers. Her father was aloud one day release from jail to attend her funeral. He took his own life before returning to prison.

The loss hit the whole town in different ways. The people that did not know Joey, saw this tragedy as a wakeup call on how even Capeside was not free of violent crime. In the aftermath neighborhood watch programs sprouted up and other community protection plans.

To the rich girls like Abby, this was a time for rumors and slandering the dead. She hated Joey in life, and she was not alone. She and others took to the theory that Joey was some slut who was fucking hobo under the docks or something.

Dawson took the lose the worse, and it was years before he could let himself love again. Jen Lindley was a patient healer who helped Dawson. He left flowers on Joey’s grave up unto the day he and Jen moved to New York to live.
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