Quantum Captivity

Nothing Emmett Brown invented ever worked. He decided to go to the only Irish Pub in town. Today, he would get properly pissed.

His head was killing him. What with banging it against the sink and his constant failures, it equaled a migraine.

He didn’t even drink. But as soon as he entered the pub, he saw her.

A honey-amber colored hair sweet little thing wearing a sunny dress. And that colored dress… It was enough to bring color to his life. He sat next to her. She seemed to be drinking brandy. And there were several cherries in a tall glass near her. The sweet little thing only wetted the cherries in the beverage and ate them.

That was too lovely. Something inside his soul was screaming. Shouting.

She noticed him staring at her and beamed at him.

He so wished she hadn’t done that.

He could see everything in that smile. Her big, innocent hazel eyes, her rosy pouty mouth, his life flashing before his eyes.

Suddenly, she jumped the bar stool. She was leaving!

He had to talk to her. Smell her. Possess her.

He felt like a madman.

Paying for his untouched beer, he left the bar, looking for the sunny little girl in the night.

She didn’t go very far. As she was turning around the corner, he pulled her by the arm none too gently. The girl was too astonished to scream. He dragged her to a more deserted, dark corner, not believing what he was doing.

What the hell was he doing?

“Please!” she shouted, reasonably scared.

“Shut up,” he ordered. He couldn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. “If you scream, you’re dead.”

He knew he’d never kill a mouse. But she didn’t.

“Please, mister… I– I have money–”

“I don’t want your money, Little Girl,” he caressed her hair, pushing her back against a wall.

“Don’t hurt me, please…”

“Don’t scream, baby girl… Or I’ll have to hurt you, all right?” he gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, although she knew well by now.

He was a very tall stranger. Not conveniently handsome, although she had found him so. He was scruffy, but very tall and rangy, with strong hands. He could break her easily. She was scared… and strangely, her nether parts tingled.

She knew she had to be insane to feel this.

“What’s your name, Little Girl?”

“Penny,” she answered in a small voice.

“Penny, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve seen in ages,” he played with her long hair and her breath caught. “You’re gonna give me my life back,” he traced her lips with his thumb and she opened her mouth a little. “Your lips are so soft, Penny… Are you that equally soft?”

“Please…” she begged in a weak voice.

“Nobody’s gonna help you if you scream. And if you resist me, I’ll take you to my home and lock you in the basement for good. How old are you, Penny?”

“Seventeen,” she sobbed, hopeless.

“Seventeen?” he tutted, as if regretting something. “So young… I won’t hurt you, Penny. I just want to have a good time. I deserve a good time. You’ve no idea of the rotten day I’ve had. You’ve no idea of the rotten life I’ve had!” he punched the brick wall almost too near her head.

“Have you done this before?” he asked, like there was context for the subject being introduced.

The girl shook her head, scared, not fighting against tears.

He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. The girl didn’t move. He kissed her again, gently holding her by the nape, nibbling her lower lip. Penny shoved him. He fisted her hair and yanked it hard in warning.

“Don’t fight me, Little Girl. It’s no use.”

“Oh, my god,” she sobbed, horror-struck.

“You don’t have to be this desperate, Penny! Am I that disgusting to you? Tell the truth.”

She thought. But just a little. Then shook her head. He wasn’t.

He kissed her again and she didn’t fight him. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, she allowed, not moving.

“Have you kissed before?”

She shook her head.

He seemed to curse under his breath.

“Play with my tongue, Penny. Like I’m playing with yours.”

She did. He noticed she didn’t seem to be hating it. She gasped, as he broke the kiss, nibbling her lower lip. He french kissed her again, playing with her breasts. She protested, fussing, removing his hands.

“Quiet, Penny! Goddamn it.”

He explored her soft breasts through the yellow dress. He could feel her, feel her taut nipples, feel it all. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The girl sobbed as he circled her nipples. It was so, so good. She hated feeling that. Penny let a moan escape.

“Does that feel good, Little Girl?”

She gasped, nodding, as he caressed her breasts. He started unbuttoning her dress. Penny squealed, slapping his hands away.

The scientist ran his hand through his hair.

“Penny, I’m not hurting you, am I?”

She shook her head.

“Answer me, Penny. Talk.”

“No… But– I don’t know who you are and…”

“Little Girl, it’s not like you have much of a choice. I just want to make you feel good, all right? Open your dress, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

“No! Leave me alone, you creepy old man!”

Something in her words hurt him like a lash. Angry, he hit her across the face. Not very hard, but it made the point.

“Why are you doing this to me? You don’t even know me and yet, you hate me so much!” she said, bursting into tears.

He realized he was out of his mind. But now it was too late.

“I don’t hate you, Penny. My life will be hotter than hell if I don’t have you today. I don’t drink. I need you to quench this thirst I have right now. I’m sorry, but you have no choice in this matter. Do everything I say, and you’ll be all right.”

She was confused. Did he just compliment her or threaten her? Penny just couldn’t bring herself to open her dress.

“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice choking with tears.

As he started opening her dress she turned her face away from him. Miserable, she felt her face aflame.

“Oh, Penny! Oh, Little Girl… This is so beautiful it is a miracle! A sin!”

He sounded almost deranged.

“Really?” she stared at her own breasts. She never knew she was so beautiful. As he touched a taut pink nipple, she gasped at the unwelcome jolt of electricity. Then, he circled both nipples with his thumbs.

“Oh, god! Oh my god! Oh, my god!” Penny cried out, almost burying her nails on the wall, gasping.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” he asked, playing with her breasts. She moaned, nodding. He stared at her, mesmerized, as she trembled, gasping.

“Did you come, baby?” he stared at her with a curious, amazed face.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m gonna make you come, sweet girl,” he said, as he played with her breasts. Cupping them, he caressed the nipples, as Penny cried out, embarrassed for being unable to control herself.

Suddenly, she felt something wet and warm on her nipple.

He was licking and suckling them. Penny was so uncomfortable with the assault of sensations. She wanted to push him away, but he might strike her again. She gasped with something unpleasant building at her core. She didn’t want to feel that now! What was wrong with her?

She was very aware of his mouth caressing, licking, sucking her breasts. But she couldn’t shove him. It was just too good.

Penny held on to his matted blonde hair, gasping as if the air in the world had ended. Her legs shook and she shouted, almost falling. He held her. He looked smug and Penny felt embarrassed and wretched.

“You came, Penny. Did you like to come, baby girl?”

She was too confused to understand what was even happening. She didn’t feel like she was there. She didn’t know how to answer. Then, he put his hand under her dress and started playing with her engorged clit through her panties. The girl gasped at the sudden jolt of unwelcoming, intrusive sensations, slapping his hand away.

“What–”

“You look really confused, Penny,” he said, but not in a concerned tone. “Don’t you play with yourself?”

She was trying to cover her breasts, but he forced her arms open.

“Leave it, baby girl. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I don’t ever want to forget them,” he said, massaging her breasts, as Penny closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, against her will.

“So baby girl. Don’t you ever play with yourself? You know, touch yourself? Masturbate?”

Penny groaned, disgusted.

“You’re a nasty old man! I know what it is! I don’t, because I was waiting to get properly married, so I won’t have to do such filthy things!”

Something in her speech touched the scientist deeply. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently, and she kissed him back, unconsciously leaning into him. The kiss became heated, as he caressed her breasts and the girl let another moan escape. As he squeezed her ass, she broke the kiss, pushing him, annoyed.

“What? So now I can’t tap that ass?” he slapped it playfully. Penny sulked at him, feeling angry and invaded. He started playing with her clit through her panties again and the girl gasped, slapping his hand away.

“Penny,” he held the bridge of his nose, looking upset.

“I’m sorry, it’s just too much!” she said in tears.

“It’s all right, Little Girl. It’s high time you learned how to do it, anyway. Do you know how to locate your clit, baby girl?”

“What?” she asked astounded.

“All right. Legs apart.”

“No! No, please!” she shrieked and he squeezed her neck as a warning. He stared her down, and she did as she was told. Setting her legs apart, she felt humiliated. As he touched her privates and she sobbed, he noticed she was soaking wet.

“You confound me, Penny…” he muttered, annoyed. “Look, why don’t you just relax? Have I done anything to hurt you?”

“You hit me,” she said, sulking, hurt.

“I’m sorry, Penny,” he caressed her cheek. “You drive me crazy! If you don’t let me do with you as I please, I’m not sure what I’m capable of. So please, just bear with me, okay? I need some respite from my life.”

Penny cried angry tears, not looking at him.

As he played with her clit again, Penny gasped and trembled with that unwelcome flash of electricity and shut her leg.

“You’re not helping your case, Little Girl. Can you locate the place I touched?”

Resented, she nodded.

Cursing under his breath, before saying anything else, he picked her up without any warning and carried her to a vehicle. Probably his car. Penny was frozen with fear. He placed her on the passenger seat as carefully as she allowed him to, as she struggled and begged. He entered, shut the door and started the car.

“What are you going to do to me?” Penny asked in hysterics.

“Whatever I want. I’m taking you to my house. I’m gonna make love to you properly, Penny. You don’t deserve to be fucked like some cheap whore in the street. You’re a lady, and deserve to be treated as such.”

Penny sobbed loudly and in despair, holding her legs with her arms wrapped around herself, making herself small. That man was mad. He was insane. Penny sobbed, realizing that when he finished with her, she’d end up in a stew for him to eat the whole week. Why was this happening to her? She’d never hurt a fly! With chattering teeth, she wondered why God hated her so much, if her Gramps always said He didn’t exist. Well, He certainly had a beef with her.

It didn’t take too long and he parked the car. He lived in a mansion? She didn’t want to, but she was impressed.

It was no use running. He dragged her by the wrist, while she whined and whimpered.