Mary and I - No Choices

You wake up in the morning and slide out from between the sheets. You stand up and take a look in the mirror. Staring back at you there is a beautiful, 18 year old girl just finishing high-school, with long, blonde hair and a fantastic figure.

You take a look at yourself in the mirror and smile, your teeth flashing white. You grin and slide your hands down your stomach and over your shapely thighs. You let your hand slide between the inside of your thighs and then sigh, because it is time to leave for the morning.

You take a look in your closet to decide what to wear today.  You pull on a short skirt and then a tube top with the word "/b/itch" emblazoned on the front. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and smile again. You look smoking hot, and you look like quite a whore to boot. You briefly consider throwing on some panties, but you decide against it and just pull on some knee-high black socks. 

You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and then grab a snack on your way out the door. You walk toward the bus stop. On your way there, some guys drive past you and whistle at you. They look to be about your age and they pull over and one of them rolls down his window as you pass by.

"Hey baby, want a ride to wherever you are going?" he asks.

You grin at the guys, "Absolutely. I'm always looking for a free ride."

The door to the back seat of the car opens up and you jump inside. You are sitting beside two white guys about your age who leer at your long legs. You smile back at them. 

"Soooo... where are you guys thinking of taking me on this ride?" you ask.

They look at you and smile as the skirt rides up your thighs. 

"Well, we can always take you to school. Or, we can go have a drink at our place. You know... we don't live too far away..."

You smile at them. "I would love to come by your place for a drink. You know, I'm always down for a drink..."

The guys in the front seat look back at you and smile and then high-five. Obvious intent is obvious, you think to yourself. 

You smile and cozy up to the guy beside you, letting your hand slide up and down his knee as you drive. He looks at you and smiles. You see an obvious bulge in his pants as he looks down at your exposed legs. 

"Ewwww, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why is your cock hard?" you ask him. He looks back at you with amazement in his eyes. "Are you shitting me?" 

You look at him, "What? You think that I'm some kind of slut who is just going to get into your car and then fuck you? Who do you think I am, you assholes!"

The guy looks at you and goes to grab at your shirt, pulling down at your tube top and trying to expose your breasts. 

You grab his face and smash it into the passenger side door. He grabs his nose and begins screaming, "Ahhh, the fucking bitch broke my fucking nose." Blood sprays from his nose all over your legs and the back seat of the vehicle. You knee him again in the face and he falls back into the seat, still grabbing at his nose. 

The second guy in the back reaches over his friend and tries to grab at you, and you begin to hit at him with your handbag. 

The driver is looking back and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on while everyone in the car is screaming and yelling. 

You open the passenger side door and look out at the pavement running by you. Shit. This does not look like a good idea. 

"Stop the fucking car!" you shout at the driver. He looks back at you and at his bloody friend in the back and slams on the brakes. You launch forward, hitting your face on the back of the passenger side seat. You jump out of the vehicle. The guy with the bloody nose tries to get out of his seat to follow you, but you slam the door behind you, hitting him in the face again. You see the front passenger seat driver get out of the car.

You take a look around you. You are stopped at the side of the road in a suburban area near the mall, and there are a number of cars backed up behind you. You run over to the sidewalk, looking over your shoulder to see the three guys following you. 

You pull your hells off and begin to run down the sidewalk barefoot with your hells in your hand. The three guys follow you, one with blood pouring down his face. "Stop, you fucking slut!" one of them yells at you. 

You see a pizza shop to your left which is filled with customers and then in front of you is the entrance to the mall.

You bolt into the pizza shop. Everyone in the shop turns to look at you, a young woman dressed like a whore carrying stilettos and covered in blood. 

You run up to the front counter, pushing some of the customers out of the way. 

"Please help me!" you yell at the two guys behind the counter. "Some guys are chasing me. You have to help me!"

The look at each other, not knowing what to do. The three guys burst in the front door. "You fucking slut! You broke my fucking nose!"

You turn back to the guys behind the counter.

"If you take on these fuckers I'll fuck both of you!" you shout at the guys behind the counter. The two burly foreign looking men look at each other, shrug, and step out from behind the counter. The guys look to be in their mid twenties and they are a lot bigger than the three guys your age who followed you into the store.

The three guys look at each other, and the guy with the broken nose turns to run. As he turns, one of the burly men grabs him by the collar and pulls him back into the store and onto his back. The other guys jump onto the two burly men, and an all-out brawl breaks out in the store.

As the men are fighting in the front of the store you run behind the counter and into the kitchen area of the pizza shop. There are two old men in the back of the pizza shop making pizzas. They look at you as you run into the back and then look back to the front of the store where they hear the clamour of the fight. One of them moves to block the back door, but you hit him with your shoulder and bust out the back and into the alley. "Come back here!" the guy shouts at you as you run into the alley.

One of the old men chases you out into the back alley and tries to grab you. You slap his arm away and kick him in the shin. He falls back into the door of the store swearing.

You run out of the alley, leaving the old man behind you, and back into the street. You look back towards the pizza store and you see the front window has been shattered and the fight between the pizza men and the guys has rolled into the street. 

The driver of the original vehicle is standing there beside his car, traffic backing up around him, and he is wondering what to do. 

You run up to the guy holding your stiletto in your right hand, screaming like a banshee. The guy looks at you and turns to run like a pussy. You smash your heel into his face with all your force as he turns, the heel puncturing his cheek and stabbing into his mouth.

He screams and drops to the ground in front of you, clutching wildly at his face and trying to pull the heel out of his mouth. 

You kick him in the stomach and jump into the front seat of the car and hit the gas. 

You pull forward a few feet and then put the vehicle in reverse. You slam on the gas and, looking in the driver side mirror, you drive over the guy's legs. You hear him scream and you laugh and then put the car into drive and drive forward. 

One of the three guys tries to chase down the vehicle, yelling and screaming. You laugh as you drive off and he disappears into the rear-view mirror.

You pull onto the highway and start heading East. You need to find some way to ditch this vehicle, and the bloody clothes you have. 

You need a better plan than to just drive into the woods and get rid of the vehicle, especially because once you get there you won't have any way to get back out. And you will be barefoot. 

"Hey, Mary? Yeah, it's me. Can you come and pick me up out just past Vedder Road near the US border in Chilliwack as soon as possible?"

"Fucking Chilliwack? Are you shitting me? We have school right now! What the fuck is going on?"

You respond, "I can't explain right now. Just come pick me up." You hang up the phone. She's reliable. She will be on her way.

You pull off the Highway and head down Vedder Road. You get all the way to the end, drive past the old base, and then head down the road and into the woods near the border. 

You pull off near a farmhouse partway along and then text Mary your location. You drive the car gingerly off the road and onto a dirt path. You head a couple of minutes up the past and then pull off into a small clearing and get out of the car.

You walk back to the side of the road, your feet getting cut and scraped on the rocks as you walk. You get to the side of the road and step onto the grass. You look down at your fleet bleeding into the grass. Fucking painful. 

You are now standing at the side of the road looking like a whore covered in blood. Mary better hurry up and show up fast. 

A few vehicles drive by, and some of the drivers slow down to look at you as they pass by, but then they generally speed up.

A pickup truck drives by with two relatively young farmers in it. They slow down, and then stop beside you. 

"Hey, missy, you in need of assistance?" It will be at least another half hour before Mary gets here. 

You tell them that you don't need any assistance. They look at each other and shrug and the driver hits the gas, pulling off and driving away.

You take a seat in the grass, waiting for Mary. Cars continue to drive by but you ignore them.

Mary pulls up and gets out of the car. She gets out and looks at you. "What the hell is going on?"

"Don't ask.  Can you just take me to a motel?"

She shrugs and you get into the vehicle with her. She looks over at you. "So are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"

You look back at her. "No. I'm not going to tell you what is going on. I had a bad day."

She smiles back at you. "Come on babe. It can't be that bad. Somehow you ended up in the back country and I'm picking you up, but it can't be that bad..."

You look back at her and grimace. "It was that fucking bad. Just get me to a fucking motel or something."

You pull into a Holiday Inn still in Chilliwack and the two of you get out of the car. "Can you go in and pay? I don't want anyone knowing that I'm here." 

She looks back at you. "If that's what you want... fine."

She heads into the building to pay. She comes out a few minutes later and hands you a room key.

"Can you come up with me? I don't want to be alone right now," you say to her. 

She looks at you. "Of course I can come up with you, babe. I know that you don't want to be alone right now."

You walk into the Holiday Inn. The girl looks at you from behind the counter with shock on her face. You bare your teeth at her and she looks away. 

Mary looks at you and shakes her head. You smile back at her meekly. "Sorry about that..."

You head upstairs and then enter the room. 

You enter the bathroom and close the door behind you. You peel off your skirt and let it fall to the floor. You pull off your bloody tube-top and drop it down beside you. You admire your body, blood-flecks and all, and then step into the shower. 

The hot water hits your body and you feel revitalized. You get to scrubbing, the blood coming off your body and turning the bottom of the shower red. You wash your long blonde hair and then step out of the shower. You pull on a robe and then step out into the room with Mary.

She is sitting down on the bed and looks at you as you get out. She smiles at you. "Looking more like yourself, babe."

"Alright Mary, you need to head over to the Wal-Mart and buy me some new clothing, and then after that we have to burn this old stuff..."

She looks at you. "Look, babe, I'm happy to help, but you have to tell me what is going on here, otherwise I can't help you."

You look at her and tears form in your eyes. How are you supposed to tell your friend you caused a brawl, broke someone's nose, stabbed someone in the face with a stiletto and stole a car?

You begin to explain what happened. She looks up at you as you tell the story and her eyes widen. By the time you finish you are crying, tears streaming down your face. 

She reaches up and takes your hand. "It's going to be alright, baby. We're going to get through this," she tells you. You nod and continue sobbing. She wraps her arms around your back and pulls you into a hug. 

"I promise you everything will be okay. We will find a solution. Now, I have to go and get you that clothing you asked for," she says to you with a smile.

You nuzzle her face gently with your cheek. You give her a soft kiss on the lips. She responds by kissing you back softly as well, pulling you closer to her on the bed. 

She smiles at you. "Look, I love you babe, but right now I'm not so sure that this is the right time..."

You kiss Mary passionately and pull her down onto the bed. She tries to resist for a moment, but after a few seconds of your tongue thrusting between her lips she responds, grabbing at your hair and kissing you back.

You tangle her dark hair around your fingers and continue to kiss her, your lips trailing down from hers and to her neck. You softly kiss her neck, your lips trailing down to your t-shirt. You smile and pull her t-shirt up and over her head.

She looks at you and grins. "Babe, I know you are..." You stop her mid-sentence by locking your lips onto her left nipple. She moans softly and slides her hand down your back. You slide the robe off your body and you push her down onto her back. Your lips trace back and forth across her chest, kissing her nipples and teasing her.

You look up at her and smile. Your hand trails down to between her thighs.

You slide her jeans down and off her legs. You kiss the inside of her thighs, giving her short little licks with your tongue. She looks down at you and moans. You spread her legs wider and then slide her panties down and off her legs.

You let your mouth descend back to the inside of her thighs, licking and kissing as you go. You slide one finger up and feel how wet she is. "I always knew you wanted me, Mary," you say to her. She smiles and grabs you by the back of the head and pulls your face down and onto her moist pussy.

You let your tongue begin to work, sliding inside of her hole and licking at her pussy lips. She is sopping wet, and you taste her juices as you lick her.

She wraps her legs around your back and pulls you tighter against you. "Fuck... you are so fucking good babe," she moans. You continue to lick her, your tongue sliding up and down against her clit. 

She begins to moan loudly, her fingers pulling at your hair as you lick her. You begin to tongue her more insistently, and then she screams, and you can feel her pulsing against you. You continue to lick softly as she calms down.

You slide from between her legs and then give her a kiss on the lips. She kisses you back and tries to grab at you for more, but you pull away from her. 

"We need to get those clothes, baby. Can you head over to the Wal-Mart now?"

She looks up at you, desperation and passion in her eyes. "Yeah, of course... of course. I'll go right now." 

She pulls on her clothes quickly and heads for the door. "You will be fine while I am gone?"

"Of course I will!" you say to her with a smile.

She turns and walks out the door. 

You pick up the phone and call your dad at work. He picks up.

"Umm, Dad? It's me," you say to him.

"Baby! Where the hell are you? I just got a call from the police. They say there was some incident today that you were involved with. They said some guys tried to abduct you or something."

Some guys tried to abduct you? They told your father quite a story...

"Yeah, Dad. That's exactly what happened. But I don't know what to do now..."

"Look, honey, you just need to tell the police where you are and they will help you. Where are you right now?"

You hang up the phone. What kind of a fool were you to phone your family after the cops must have already spoken to them? And the story the cops told him was obviously bullshit. It's not like they were going to believe that you just somehow randomly ended up shoving your stiletto through a guy's cheek and then driving over his legs...

You flop down on the bed. What the fuck are the two of you going to do now?

You hear a knock on the door. You rush to the door. Must be Mary. She must have forgotten your key. You take a look through the peephole. It's the lady from the front desk.

"We're busy. You need to leave now, thanks!" you shout out the door. 

"There were reports of screams coming from this room. If you don't open the door right now and let me in then I am going to call the police!" the woman responds. 

Fucking great. 

You pull your robe tight around your waist and then open the door. "You can take a look inside if you want, but there is no one else here. I must have been playing the television too loudly or something..."

The lady walks in and begins taking a look around. The bed is a little bit ruffled, but there is not really a mess there. She steps into the bathroom. There is blood all over the floor and your bloody clothes are still laying there. 

She looks at you. You look at her.

"Ummm. Someone tried to rape me earlier today. Please believe me! I just wanted to get away from them and they hurt me!"

You grab her and pull her in for a hug before she can respond. You begin to cry, tears pouring down your face and into her shirt. Without anything else to do, her hands wrap around your back and pull you close.

She's in her mid forties, and her motherly instinct takes over. "Oh, you poor dear. You poor dear. I'm so sorry," she holds you tightly. 

"We're going to have to call the police so they can come and help you," she says to you.

You pull her closer, sobbing into her shirt. You turn so that her back is to the door jam and then you throw her forward, smashing her head into the door jam. She drops to the floor, grabbing at her head, where blood is seeping from her scalp. 

You hit her as hard as you can in the face, and her head lolls to the side. You have knocked her out cold. 

You look back at the closed door. Mary will be back soon. She might not be very impressed that you knocked out the lady from the front desk...

You take the belt from your robe and use it to tie up the lady's wrists. You then grab some extra linen from the closet and use it to tie up her ankles. You then take your bloody /b/itch tube top from the bathroom and shove it into the lady's mouth. Not the optimal solution, but better than nothing. You shove the lady into the closet. 

You then plop down on the bed. That was stressful.

You hear the door open and Mary walks in. "Hey, baby. I got you new clothing!"

She rushes over to you, dropping the bags by her side and pulls you close to her, kissing you on the lips. You kiss her back and then pull away. "Alright, we need to get dressed and get out of here."

She nods. "Yeah, I guess we can't stay for long..." 

"No, we can't," you say to her. She looks a bit disappointed. You go for the bags and begin pulling on the jeans and t-shirt that she has there. 

Mary looks into the bathroom. "What happened to your bloody shirt?"

"I managed to burn it," you respond to her. She looks at you. "You burned it? In here? Bullshit..." 

She looks suspiciously at you. You smile at her and move in to kiss her. She appears to let her guard down, but then you hear some moaning from inside the closet. Fuck.

She pulls away from you. "What the fuck is going on?" 

She goes to grab for the closet door to open it. 

"I had to knock out the cleaning lady! Can we just go, now! Please!"

She looks at you. "Are you fucking insane? Now you're knocking out the fucking cleaning lady? What the fuck are you doing?"

You look at her. "Look, I thought we were in this together. I can just leave now if you don't want to be with me..."

She looks at you and her face changes to one of fear. "No, no. I... Of course I don't want that... We'll just go... Can we go?"

You smile at her. You wrap one finger around a lock of her dark hair. "Of course we can, baby."

You open the door and the cleaning lady falls out onto her face. Mary looks at you. "How the hell are we going to get her out of here?"

You smile at Mary. "Silly girl. We'll wrap her in a blanket."

The two of you grab a blanket from the bed and wrap the lady from the front desk in it. The lady looks at you and tries to scream through her gag as you wrap her up. Mary looks at you. "This isn't the cleaning lady. This is the lady from the front desk."

"Fuck, whatever, let's just go."

You each pick up one end of the lady and then walk out into the hallway. You walk over to the elevator and hit the button. The elevator door opens and a young family is standing there in front of you, a father, a mother and a little boy. They look at the wriggling bundle in your arms. Shit.

You drop the bundle of the lady and run for the stairs. You hear the man behind you shouting at you to stop but you ignore them.

You rush down the stairs and towards the exit. Mary follows close behind you. The two of you jump into her car. 

"They will be phoning the cops now," you tell her. She looks at you. "I know. Now what?"

Now what? Good question. 

You peel out and you tell her to head down the road for the closest point to the border. There is a road very close to the border, and you head for that. You look over your shoulder and you do not see any cops on the way. It looks as if you managed to make it out of there without anyone on your tail. 

You drive the twenty minutes to the point closest to your border, looking over your shoulder every few minutes. You get to the end of the road. There is no road over the border, and there is just a fence. 

Mary pulls over to the side of the road. "We have to bail on the car now," you say to her. She looks at you. "I guess we do."

You look at her. "You should have thought to buy me some shoes." She looks at you. "You can have mine if you want," she says. 

You look back at her. "I don't need your shoes. Let's just go."

The two of you get out of the car and clamber over the fence. There are a couple of farm houses up ahead on the American side of the border, and your feet hurt already and are still bloody from earlier in the day.

You pull on Mary's hand and you sneak up behind one of the farmhouses. There is a set of steps up the back, and you pull her quietly up to the back door. You test the door. It is unlocked. Stupid fucking backwoods Americans. 

You slowly ease the door open and step into the house. The farmhouse is large, but it looks relatively simple. You leave bloody footprints behind you as you enter. You raise your finger to your lips, indicating to Mary to be quiet. 

"We just need to find some shoes and then go," you whisper to Mary.

You hold her hand as you walk through the kitchen and into the living room. There are some stairs leading up, and so you slowly walk up the carpeted stairs, being careful to remain silent. You open the first door you see and it is the room of a female teenager. There is a poster of Justin Bieber on the wall. Ridiculous. You walk into the room and the two of you begin searching for shoes. 

Suddenly you are startled by the figure of a man at the door. He is holding a shotgun and looking at the bloody footprints.

"What the fuck is this?!"

"I'm sorry sir. We're being chased by gang members and just needed to find some shoes."

The man looks at you. "Gang members my ass. You two are a bunch of little fucking thieves."

He raises his shotgun and points it at you. You look at him in fear. 

"Isn't there something, anything, that we can do for you?"

He looks at you, a little bit surprised. He's in his mid forties and looks like a weathered farmer. He smiles and places the shotgun against the wall.

"Now that you put it that way... why don't the two of you get over here and take off my pants for me? I am sure you will know what to do then..."

You smile at him and walk over to him. You drop to your knees in front of him. Mary drops to her knees beside you, her hands obviously shaking.

You slide his pants down to his ankles. He looks down at the two of you appreciatively. You slide his boxers down and his hard cock pops up. You look up at him. "Oh wow. You have such a nice, big, hard cock," you say to him with a smile. 

He grabs the back of your head and pulls it towards his cock. You open your mouth and slide as much of it inside as you can. He moans and thrusts forward into your mouth, almost making you choke. 

You bite down with all of your might and he screams as loud as you have ever heard a man scream before. You taste the blood in your mouth, and then you feel your head being knocked back and off his cock and you fall to the ground. 

You look up to see him above you, and then you hear a large boom and your face is covered in a thick spray of blood. His body collapses forward onto you. You scramble out from under him. Mary has shot him in the back.

You look at her in surprise.

"Let's steal his car and make a run for it."

Mary nods her head, tears welling up in her eyes. You grab her and pull her into a hug. "It's alright, baby. We'll fucking get through this. Don't you worry." 

You release her and look into her eyes. Tears are streaming down her face. "Do you know I love you?" she says to you.

"Of course I know. Of course I know that, Mary. Now we have to get out of here." 

You grab some shoes from the closet and pull them on. 

You rush down the stairs and out the front door of the house. You hear a sharp crack and you feel a bunch of splinters hit your face. You grab Mary and pull her to the ground. 

You see that someone has shot at you from the porch of the farmhouse a hundred meters or so away. It's an old lady. 

"You little fucking thieves!" she screams at you.

You look at Mary, who has fear in her eyes.

You grab the shotgun out of Mary's hands. "I'll fucking take care of this," you tell her. It's a pump action shotgun, and you figure after the first shot there should be another six remaining. You pump the action and then stand up. The old lady takes a wild shot at you, and you fire back. At this range you don't hit a thing with the buckshot, but the old lady ducks back into her doorway in fear. 

Another pump. You rush onto the lawn and begin running towards the old lady's farmhouse. You see movement in the doorway and you fire again.

Another pump. You continue rushing forward, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. 20 meters to go.

You see the old lady at the window pushing her rifle out to shoot at you. You fire wildly, and the lady pulls back from the window. Another pump.

You have reached the front step. You rush in the front door. To the right is a door, and to your front is a long hallway.

You burst through the door to your right. The old lady is standing there in front of you, pointing her rifle right at the door. She fires just as you do. Your buckshot catches her in the chest. You feel her round hit you in the shoulder and you spin around and drop to the floor.

The lady lays there, gasping from a massive wound in her chest. She is old. Blood begins leaking from her lips and down onto the front of her apron. She is trying to speak, but only blood bubbles up. 

Her hand is grasping on the floor for her rifle as she tries to speak. 

You look at her with a smile. You pull the trigger, and her body slumps to the ground. 

You look up to see Mary behind you. She is crying again. "What the fuck have you done?" she asks you. 

You look up at her. "I wasn't going to let her fucking shoot us, baby. What did you expect me to do?"

She looks at you, disbelief in her eyes. "She didn't do anything to us... why did you have to kill her? She didn't even try to rape us like that man..."

You look at her. "Snap the fuck out of it. If we're going to get out of here you have to be with me 100%."

She looks at you. "I don't think I can do that... I just don't think I have it in me anymore."

"But I love you baby. You can't leave me now. You saved me. I need you."

She looks at you. Tears are pouring down her face. "You made me into a fucking killer! That's what you did! You made me into a fucking killer."

You look at her. "No, I didn't do that. That terrible man did that. It's not your fault, baby."

"And then you killed this poor old woman! What did she ever do to you."

You try to stand, but you can't because of the pain in your shoulder. "Can you just help me upstairs? Please?"

She looks at you. "Fine, but we have to turn ourselves in."

You look at her with a grimace. "We'll find a way out of this, don't worry."

She pulls you to your feet and begins dragging you up the stairs. She pulls you into the first bedroom and lays you down on the bed.

"I'll go downstairs to grab you something," she says.

"No, just stay with me.  Please.  We'll think of something," you say to her.  She looks back at you over her shoulder.  "I'm going to phone the police and that is it.  If you want to shoot me in the back, go right ahead.  But know that I love you and I am just doing what is best for both of us."

Your hand goes to the trigger of the shotgun, but you can't do it. You sigh and fall back into the bed, blood pouring from her shoulder. 

She returns in a few minutes. "They are on their way now, baby. There is nothing to do but wait."

You look at her with tears in your eyes. "How the fuck could you do this to me after all this?" 

She smiles at you and caresses your cheek. "It was all for you, babe. And I'll take the rap with you, don't worry. We're going to be fine." 

She leans over and kisses your lips softly. You can barely feel your arm and the pain is excruciating. 

You can hear sirens from outside. 

You kiss her back passionately. You feel her tongue against yours and you sigh. You hear the footsteps of the police rushing up the stairs. 

You tilt the barrel slightly up and pull the trigger. Mary staggers backwards, looking down at the hole in her stomach. She flops down into the chair, her eyes locking onto yours. "What... what..."

You look back at her, tears in your eyes. You try to move your hand to pump the shotgun, but your other arm is immobile. 

"I fucking... loved you," she says to you, shock in her eyes as she clutches at her stomach, blood pouring from her wound.

The first police officer rushes into the room and sees the shotgun pointed at Mary. He raises his pistol. You look at him and smile. He pulls the trigger.

The End.